THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 011

THE MIND DIMENSION

CHAPTER 011

THIS IS WHY A MORON TODDLER WITH A BLEEDING SORE TOE, SHOULD BE ABLE TO FUCKING SEE WHAT I GO THROUGH; FORT PIERCE POLICE. NOT ONLY DID I TELL YOU THIS MARKET WOULD GO UP BETWEEN ONE AND FIVE THOUSAND POINTS, BACK TWO WEEKS AGO WHEN MANY THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS CRASHING, EVEN THAT CIA GUY WITH HIS STUPID ASS VIDEO, BUT I KNEW BETTER, LITTLE NOBODY FUCKING FAILURE ME, I KNEW BETTER, AS MY LIFE IS IN THIS HELL, AND THEREFORE, I HAVE BEEN CAREFULLY FOLLOWING THIS SHIT FOR THREE DECADES NOW. IT WAS IN THE RANGE OF THE MIDDLE SIXTEEN HUNDREDS WHEN THIS ALL STARTED WITH ME IN AUGUST OF 1986, AND NOW IT IS ALMOST 20 THOUSAND, OR PUT ANOTHER WAY, THIS MARKET HAS MULTIPLIED BETWEEN 10 AND 11 TIMES, IN LESS THAN THIRTY YEARS. NEVER BEFORE THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME BY THESE WALL STREET SCOUNDRELS, HAVE THESE MARKETS DONE MUCH MORE THAN MULTIPLYING MAYBE 4 TIMES OR SO SINCE THE BIG SO CALLED 1929 CRASH TIMES AND AFTER THINGS GOT GOING AGAIN, AND THAT WAS 5 DECADES, NOT 3. IF YOU DO NOT SEE THIS AMOUNT OF DISPARITY HAS TO BE SUPERNATURAL AND A DIRECT PARALLEL EVENT OF PERSECUTING ME, THEN YOU ARE BLINDER THAN THE CANE ITSELF.

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

I TOLD FUCKING YOU, Laugh all you want to, mother fuckers. My props are built in, and none of you can take them away from me, HA HA HA.

IT IS GAINING 200 POINTS PER DAY FOR TWO WEEKS NOW. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS; YOU ASSHOLES? THEN LOOK AT THE LAST HALF HOUR OF TRADING, THIS IS WHEN THE DOOR SLAMMING STARTED, THAT IS STILL ONGOING AT NEARLY 6 THIS EVENING, AND I WILL CALL 911 LATER ON IF THINGS GET WORSE. HAY IT IS SATAN’S BIG DAY, SO WHAT ELSE IS NEW?

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET!

EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY IN 2014 IS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING B-O-T-B-A-R!

I KNOW GOD IS THE DEVIL IF YOU INSIST ON USING OLD WORLD LINGO HERE.

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 010

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 10, M-3

ONE DOG TO ANOTHER, LADS AND LASSIES, LIKE BOO, NUMEROLOGICALLY THE FINAL 4 DAY OF OCTOBER AND THE 4-7 YEAR-DAY OR THE TOTAL-DATE-DAY-‘2’ STEMMING FROM ADDING 1+1. 2014 IS ADDED UP TO 7, A 7 YEAR, AND THE DATE OF OCTOBER 31 IS ADDED UP TO A 4 AND 7+4=11 AND 1+1=2, SO HAPPY (2-DAY). YHAT;S JUST ONE DOG TO ANOTHER, MAYOR KALABAR DISNEY. HAS ANYBODY SEEN BILL CLINTON’S DOPPELGANGER, NEAR REDBANK, NEW JERSEY, LATELY, NOT CHELSEA LATELY?????????????????????????? NO NEW MUSIC PROJECTS, JUST A LOT OF FUCKING SLAMMING DOOR BETWEEN HALF PAST 3 AND A FEW MINUTES PAST 4, THE FINAL TIME OF THE DOW TRADING. THE LAST FEW DAYS AND WEEKS I AM AWAKENED WITH DOOR KNOCKS RIGHT BEFORE IT OPENS FOR TRADING, THURSDAY IT WAS AT 9:15 TO INSPECT THE SMOKE ALARM, A WEEK BEFORE THAT WAS TO SPRAY FOR PEST EXTERMINATION. THEY CAN ALWAYS FIND ANOTHER REASON, WHEN THEY NEED TO CHANGE THE DIRECTION OF THAT MISERABLE ‘FUCKIGN’ DOW JONES MARKET!

Doors-doors-doors. This is pissing me off,  Debbie Marotto; and if it keeps up, before you leave for the day, I’ll run down to your office and ask you to come up and see what’s happening on the west wing of the sixth floor,  here in this nightmare building. Life SUCKS!

Now here is a cool day out of the nine-cycle, as today being a ‘1’ DAY, July 12, 1970, when I left the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, where child molester Tom Reale was committing illegal acts on me upon two occasions, the first of which I was not positive was a dream or not, but knew better the second time and is why I left there a few days later before his lightning could strike me thrice, inter-dimensionally digital, or just in regular 1970 analogue, or inter-digitally I suppose, as well, who can know? BREATH ECHO © EXAMINER, tell your Jersey twin I am trying hard to maintain a positive attitude after half a century of pure wicked hell perpetrated on me. Have a heart 4-crissake!

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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!

You know, this really fuckiGN pisses me off, all of it, my life, what’s been done to me, the coverup, what is the the fucking Watergate Office Building in Washington, DC?

Are we back in 1972 when President Richard Milhouse Nixon ordered the break in and begging of this Democratic National Convention Office Building, or are we back in 1972 when the mighty marvelous ‘G&P’ NON-OZ-IMMC was founded and established, Mister David Lee Blackboards Smith, of Haddonfield, New Jersey, on Hopkins Wormhole Lane???

OCTOBER 31, 2014,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:36,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
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HUMIDITY IS 53% AND IT FEELS 85 DEGREES.
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Oh lovely moons of the magic school; please shine for me.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well people, here we go again, it is going to be a DOORS DAY and a pain in my ass, who knows, maybe SATAN is roaming the halls. I can believe in anything after the last 60 years of shit that I have fucking encountered, ladies and gentlemen, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I AM GETTING SUPER MAJOR FUCKING DEATH ANGEL ATTACKS ON ME SINCE GETTING UP AN HOUR AGO, ET FUCKING LOST MORTY MORTINO, YOU PILE OF DEAD  WORTHLESS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, YOU’RE ANNOYING ME TO CUNT CHEWING ‘DEATH’ YOU ROTTEN BASTARD SON OF A TWISTED BITCH!!!!

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Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THANK YOU PEE. You’ve been out of here for over a year now, and you found me, my awesome daughter! Man does that janitor need to clean up those things off the floor of that warehouse, inter, whatever!!! Oh thosuse lousy janitors from the permission barrier of 20 years ago today, well, it’s better than slipping on banana peele, Ethel Mermon. What a mad mad mad mad world we all live in, Jimmy Durante. Go make somebody happy. I am hopeless, and lost forever in DOGTOWN.

****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****

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THE MIND DIMENSION, BLOG COMPILATION, 7-8-9

THE MIND DIMENSION—————-CHAPTERS 7-8-9—————————A/B

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I HAVE TOLD THESE HORSES ASSES MY LIFE, EIGHT WAYS FROM SUNDAY. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO IT ANY BETTER. IF I DID, I REALLY WOULD, BUT I JUST DON’T. SO FUCKING SUE ME, EVERYBODY, I’LL GLADLY SHARE MY BILLS AND DEBTS WITH ANYONE! THAT’S NOT A PROBLE, PEOPLE. I PROMISE YOU THAT, ROCKDROID RODDENERRY!

Forget about every other fucking shit eating thing I ever said. That machine I bought from IMMC in December of 1982 began an entire outlandish set of circumstances, and I do not see why I cannot get any help or any answers, however I am no fucking retard. Reality is reality, and simply put, I CANNOT. But try and see why I perceive this to be, sarcasticly of course, such a wonderful fucking world, YO! I put out and give a lot of major shit, and even jerk offs like fucking dirt bag Jason admit to “making a lot of money”, quoting him there verbatim, “in Cali”; using my blogs, and this was way back in the first two or three years of it, before it got anywhere near heavy as it is now, for anyone over age seven mentally out here, with enough wits to know when to step out of the rain.

All I have ever asked back is to be plugged a little bit, and yet the monthly average viewership stays the same, ranging from roughly 2500-3500 reads. If I was just posting up silly mundane stuff, I could get it into my head that my readers are thinking, hay you asshole lazy ignorant mother fucker, you do your own dirty work. But this is not the case, and you all fuckiGN know it. I am learning how to operate as fast as any unassisted sixty year old man from another generation and era can be expected to be able to do, especially on an extremely limited income that I have no power on Earth to increase, with failing health, both physically and mentally, and you can add emotionally, and all the fucking ‘ally’ other things you can think of. I know in my god dam heart of hearts that I’m doing all that I can, and then some. I told how I purchased that fucking PRIVECODE MACHINE from the IMMC, now INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION; and how life went between super screwy, and beyond bizarre cubed;  from the second I plugged this thing in. It was every bit as if this was a little miniature alien space craft, for those who believe in such things on a level of absolutes instead of potential illusions of even greater realities around us in a simulation, but be all that as it may; it was as if this was what I plugged into, and POW, life went fuckiGN cunt nuts for me, WITH THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and mortal humankind, or better said, the Shakespearean Switch Theory (SST) as I and Morianity now call and label it; meaning simply, that they AS GODS create all of this, and then AS HUMANS, enjoy coming into it and playing it like the coolest mother fuckiGN videogame on the market and then some. The joke is  all on me, because I know that whoever is out here reading me, is the WORLD OWNERS for the most part, say 90%, and you already all know all of these things that I am wasting time right now typing. You’re going, HA-HA-HA, and lie the dumbest mother fucking asshole in the galaxy, I AM ALLOWING YOU TO DO THIS. So this tells you, how smart I really AM NOT, so why even bother fucking with me for 30-60 years? Well, even retard fucking me knows the answer th that. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and those with it are always, simply because they are able and allowed to be, the most CRUEL AND EVIL in the gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just so you know, great folks, DO IT MCNULTY; you will be seeing a lot of combined blog chapter numbers as well as (A-B-C) splits, and this only makes sense to my files, and to you, there will be skips, but you won’t really be aware of it, as you are not living my life, nor are you me, and yes, I know you just shouted, “HIP-HIP-HURRAH” so loud that your ears are ringing. Well, that just proves you have some gray matter upstairs, and good for you. I am genuinely happy 4U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

————-NIGHTY-NITE FOLKS—————–

Sorry to awaken you all from your nice peaceful slumber, but Bugle Boy from Company C, Bette Midler, and the lovely Andrews Sisters need your attention. Any relation, BOB?????????????????

Mary the psychic on the White Horse Pike, always said to me when we spoke in the late eighties and early nineties, and I’ll quote her, “Get rid of the machines”. Yes, there were a few machines, but it all started slowly getting put together in a different way, through the telephone system, after my contact was made with the great IMMC, so read on. If you enjoy getting a bit high, you might weed on, but either way, I don’t need to know about that.

Here is a flash quick synopses of things already not published since my blog is on life support and no real public seems to have one bit of interest. I am presently collecting people and things, that I can take to a trusted source to prove a pattern of my destruction has been ongoing since I was in mother fuckiGN high school, or better said, removed from high school.  Actually, I can back it all up a lot further in time, as the NJNPI or the Princeton sike Ward for short, in 1965 and 1966; was my first real encounter of the hellish kind with my WOMO ENEMIES and their desire to totally and ruthlessly do me fucking in, and  making absolutely no bones about it, whatsoever.

All this time, nine years of blogs, I was too dumb or to busy later into this, up until last night, to try going up on the net to research the great people who made my PRIVECODE MACHINE. All I am left to say right now, is the word, WOW, which both Joanna in 1979 and my daughter in 1994, said so cool, with that long middle letter ‘O’ sound, the © Office has the tape of one of these two, I did not tape my hooker.

InterDigital

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InterDigital, Inc.

Type
Public
Traded as
NASDAQ: IDCC
S&P MidCap 400 index
Industry
Wireless Patent monetization
Founded
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA (1972)
Headquarters
Wilmington, Delaware USA
Key people
Terry Clontz, Chairman & CEO
William J. Merritt, President & Director
Rich Brezski CFO
Products
CDMA/WCDMA/LTE chipsets
Revenue
 US$325 million (2014)[1]
Net income
 US$182 million (2014)[2]
Employees
 290 (2014) [3]
Website
http://www.interdigital.com
InterDigital develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic relationships with many of the world’s leading wireless companies. Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ and is included in the S&P MidCap 400 index.
InterDigital has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and conducts independent research and development in various areas of wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.
The company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance – a coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to improve the quality of patents granted.

Contents
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1 Corporate history
2 Locations and other data
3 See also
4 References
5 External links
Corporate history[edit]
Key Dates:[4]
1972: Company is incorporated as International Mobile Machines Corporation.
1981: Company goes public.
1992: Name is changed to InterDigital Communications Corp.
1998: Alliance with Nokia is established.
2003: Patent infringement suit is settled with Ericsson.
2012: Moved corporate headquarters from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania to Wilmington, Delaware
Locations and other data[edit]
InterDigital offices are present in Wilmington Delaware, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, Melville New York, San Diego California in USA, Montreal Quebec in Canada, and London, UK.
InterDigital’s business is focused on licensing their patents that have been contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into Infineon chips that were in Apple iPhones.
The company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to the communications industry.[5]
Gil Amelio, former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital’s Board of Directors.
See also[edit]
Patent ambush
Patent map
Patent pool
Patent thicket
References[edit]
1.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
2.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
3.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Company Profile
4.Jump up ^ “International Directory of Company Histories, Vol.61. St. James Press, 2004.”. 
5.Jump up ^ “InterDigital’s Bill Merritt on patent trolls, standards development and disputes with the big boys”. 2012-06-14. Retrieved 2013-12-20. 
External links[edit]
Official website
InterDigital companies grouped at OpenCorporates

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Ladies and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog from 2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the opening of this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial, pivotal, and pertinent. Study the history of the great INTERNATIONAL MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION, and now of course, changed to InterDigital, Inc.; and remember how “SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF,  BY ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR, AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR’S OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY; was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss at a diner in  Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn’t hit your “MIND”, then I don’t understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it is so totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake New York County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television law show to ever be made in the history of entertainment and modern day television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences, and the local 27 Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of them; it is so totally OK and cool for them not believe in one coincidence after another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain’t mother fuckiGN allowed or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya’ fat ugly old shit head!!!!!!!!

I also remember distinctly telling all of you, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP A THOUSAND POINTS, ABOUT A WEEK OR SO BACK, AND SURE ENOUGH, ASK ANY BROKER OR SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, IT HAS GAINED 1000 POINTS SINCE I MADE THAT CLAIM. I KNEW THIS OVERKILL-PERSECUTION OF ME BACK THAT WEDNESDAY, WOULD SPARK ALL OF THIS, BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT OCCURRED BACK IN EARLY 2009 IN TH ESPRINGTIME, NEAR THE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME, AT THEIR CONTROL OF COURSE; AND THEN CAME THAT BEYOND HUGE SIMULTANEOUS ASSAULT ON ME WITH PLANES FROM ABOVE AT DIVE BOMBING CRASH LEVEL, WHILE A SUPER HUGE GANG OF EVIL UGLY MOTORCYCLISTS RODE BY SO LOUD MY EARS WERE STILL HURTING HOURS LATER, EVEN WITH MY CAR WINDOWS ALL ROLLED UP. THIS WAS AFTER THE DAY HAD BOTTOMED OUT AROUND THE 6560 LEVEL, AND SHOT STRAIGHT UP TO DOUBLE AND TRIPLE, AND EXACTLY AS I BOTH KNEW IT WOULD, AND SAID IT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WOULD, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really don’t have to be some huge Satan worshiping sixties rock band like the Black Sabbath, to know and remember stuff like late February of 2009, skating rink death persecution, Fort Pierce Wednesday death persecution, backward masking, subliminal effects, or coded numbers and words being placed onto my blogs, by the only people who possibly have this much power to do so; the evil USA EMPIRE, or THAT EVIL FAMILY from 1970, and HELL! Both times I played Black Sabbath Numbers-games on my blogs; with the family, and their friend Linda Lee Norman Arm-Twister Eric-Teller, and I got pummeled and reamed, cubed!!!! Let me go resurrect my mom now, and set up some solitaire cards for her, to get her great Somerdale Death House messages, again. First, as I said lovely Gina:

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY MARCH, IT WILL BE 25,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 30,000, AND BY THE END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I WILL GUARANTEE THIS FOR YOU!!!!!! ALSO, YO; I KNEW WHEN THESE DIRT FUCKING BAGS WERE REALLY POURING IT ON  ME, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE ALWAYS AND FOREVER, MY GREAT MARVELOUS FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT MAJOR NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, AND BEYOND BRUTAL CUNT LAPPING HELLISH-DEATH-SIEGE PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MISSED ME, SO KISS MY ASS, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!! All of my nightmare fucking shit, totally reminds me, of the great wild story told, on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, of so many unexplainable things, yet they seem to have a fucking ass commonality to them as do many if not most all supernatural events in general, and anyone who is into this shit, knows I am being 100% true and accurate here with my words; not 99.9999999!

How many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not know; and making that vulgar show, is no more than non-military equivalents of disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell, and prove.

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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OCTOBER 30, 2014,
MISCHIEF NIGHT, HEAVEN ABOVE.
THURSDAY NIGHT AT 8:06,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY RANGE, (H-84/L-61)
HUMIDITY IS 71%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.

THIS WEEKEND IS GOING TO BE REAL NICE, AND
FLORIDIANS WILL ALL BE GOING, ”BRRRRRRRR”,
AND NOT FOR ‘BROTHER’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SEE LARGE MUNICIPAL PIPES TWO MAINTENACE-MEN, AND ROCKS, SCISSORS, PAPER, AND LOGHT. NOW THAT IS INTERESTING, AND SO IS MY BUDDY PATTY JANE. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU, ANN KING, AND YOUR ENTIRE WILD FAMILY FROM HELL, YOU REALLY WIPED ME OUT, SO I GUESS TYOU ARE ALL HAPPY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; maybe, just goddess dam ass maybe, one of them someday will be kind enough to tell me, just WHAT I EVER DID TO ANY OF MOTHER FUCKING THEM! Am I on the money or way off of it as usual, Mister Crane, sir? That birch trhat tried to kill us at the super Walmart in Gloucester County in 1994, that was the mighty wild EXPLORATRON PAULA PATTY KING and millions of other wild aliases she has in many many fucking parallel universes, !!!

Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that, anything that I can do, multiply that by about fifty three octillion dam times, and you’ll get lovely Paula-Patty. But then, you knew that I was going to learn all of this eventually, did you not, hostile nasty Robert mother fucking McGuire oh great sir of the almighty IRISH-CLAN, maitees?

no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over.  The problem I will always have with all of this shit is that my own flesh and blood, my mom, my daughter, WOW, CAN IT BE TRUE, great opera singer AUNT BARBARA MAUD HUNTINGTON MASON, the latengrate????????????????????????????????

Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity, holy Holly Harvest Advanced Robotics Schools, where are you when I need you to help me survive this hellishness, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, SIRS?

Jesus Christmas Tree Angels, my question is, boy do I love those great television  documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel and even in NYC in 1988 on WPIX-TV, Channel-11, but what good is anything if a person is stuck in eternal mother fucking hell with no possible way of escape??????????????

Choke on that cigar smoke for a while, Jim TPB Pratt of 1994. PITSY, shit, how about a pity-party, thrown in my honor, and a nice ticker tape parade down fuckign Fifth Avenue,MISTER MACKEY STACEY MACY, YO?

Crissake, the  greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years, cannot hope to equal MORIANITY, and for one very great reason. Truth always kicks the hell out of any fiction. Anyone giving me credit to write and make this all up, thank you so dam much for the coolest compliment on the dam ass planet. I’d rather be believed, but hell peeps, if I must, shit, I’ll take door number two, one hell of a resume in my pocket, huh?

Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.

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FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

                    GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

SHARKEY SAYS, HAY LOVELY ACBP BLOND, FRIEND OF DIANA’S, YOU CAN ALWAYS KICK UP SAND IN MY FACE, SWEETIE PIE, LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY ON THE BEACH, GIVE THE EX MAYOR AND EX CHIEF MY BEST, OR NOT; WHATEVER, BOB ANDREWS!

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”Here you sit, broken hearted”. No, more like mother fucking angry as shit eating hell, lads and lassies. When I see you in HELL McGuire, I’ll be kicking in your Irish face day and night, forever and ever and ever, you evil rotten fucking son of a bitch!!!!

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely

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Yes that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career, you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic super-girl JENNY JOHNSON. WOW Mister Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let’s go back to Mickey-Dee and take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking bullshit, shall we sir?

Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTERS 007, 008, 009, A/B; IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG, L4;
FOR NOW; NOT FOREVER!!!

There is so much to speak about, there is nowhere to begin. We must talk about REALITY-3 as well as the MIND-REALM or sixth-dimension, in fact they are quite the kissing cousins. No matter how much wisdom I appear to gain as year follows year, I am never an ounce or an inch closer than when this all sprang into the hell that it is all around me; closer to figuring out how reality-3 figures into the entire freaking mess of it all, nor can I understand the most basic truths that exist in the great ELEVATOR-ROOM that these blogs talked about in the middle and late twenty-ohs. For one quick and obvious instance and case, why is it that as hard as I try to avoid seeing the time or machine counters or anything, with a string of ONES IN THEM, in fact, I DO, over and over and over, with absurd regularity? And why did Miserable Rotten Jane do that to me in the first place, at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, back in 1993? Why is this all happening since 1980, with the mysterious SCYLLA TREE ANGEL, or was it 1972, or was it 2008, or was iy 1986; and you can see how this would blow the minds of even the greatest scientific thinkers of present times, right down to the Quantum Dynamics dudes and duddesses in the biggest greatest laboratories the world over. WHY, WHY, and WHY? Remember in grammar school days, people, how we would meet that super annoying little brat, boy or girl, who either repeated what you said no matter what it was, or just came back no matter what you said with that same question;  “why”? I know I sure do. I blackened a kids eye for doing this while at some playground in the sixties. Still, this changes nothing of what is being spoken of. Probably the greatest compliment ever paid to me, was from a very special person, I know deep down who it was, and whether this be true or not, I only wanted a shot at getting this information out to the public so that they could then decide for themselves whether to just chuck it or do anything with it at all. Thanks to a lot of hooligans and shenanigans in the criminal justice system and with the Atlantic County New Jersey Office of the Prosecutor, back in 2009, this website is forever lost and gone, along with all the other wild and powerful stuff that would most likely vindicate me in so many things, no matter who tries to send me subtle indignant messages day and night, how wrong I am in all of this. Basically, you can go straight to Dogtown, my friends, whoever ye may be. If I cannot overcome how R-3 fits into parallel event, and the weapon-tool of the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE, called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS; or ever get one inch or ounce closer to understanding simple things like the ONES ATTACK OF SLUT-FONDA; well; just tell me people; how am I supposed to ever accomplish anything at all? And this is why I am 60 years old, with a zero-resume to my name, not for lack of major determination, guts, blood, sweat, tears, and desire! Anyone who thinks I am just a lazy bum, only knows my life since I began blogging in January of 2006. You don’t know Whoopee Diddly about me before that, and you never will, and you know why? Because you never wanted to , and you never will want to, and you know why? Because some force called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS is interfering with an otherwise normal life I would be having, if they weren’t totally screwing the hell with me 24-7-365.2422!

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KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FREAKING TOUCH IT. IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE. ‘WO’, BILLY; TO QUOTE YO.

I was one month at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I’ll bet Doogie Howser remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into humankind’s consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND, in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets and visions, huh traveler Saint John, cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan????????? Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB, like freaking WOW!

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Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay, JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!
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Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super  covert junky trashy horrific things; my inability to get to the bottom of whether reality-3 causes parallel events to exist, or the other way around; is the main part of what lies underneath and out beyond this 30-60 year pummeling assault that is absolutely unrelenting. I have experienced the great void, and visited the mind dazzling elevator-room, and still, I am no better off for wear, give me a break, Mister Kitkat. This makes as much sense as being back where I socked that dumb ass kid in the eye for saying “why, why, why, why” over and over to me for about a half of a freaking hour.

OH LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:

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Well, their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me, They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland Avenue, back in July of 1984, through March of 1985, when I left Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.

My pal, and Chairman of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972, at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms, belonging to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they belong to, and Y? Ouch, my dam eye, YO! I really miss the Johnny Faster joke!

I COULD NOT DETEST A PERSON, MORE THAN I HATE YOU; MISS J.F. OF ATLANTA, GEORGIA!

I rarely do blogs in excess of 110 fucking cunt pages, but when I do, guess who gets me real gooooud, with her filthy rotten ONES-ASSAULT on me? You got it; JANE the muscle girl; work that body, pump pump, Mister Hilton-Hack-’98!

Oh Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so you’ll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above the night scys of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by light of day, only don’t tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Don’t you just mother fucking television. Rewind-99 on the LAW AND ORDER, you know, where that fat slob kid falls for that silly murderer teen blond. You can scream out for help online all night, Hammonton fuckiGN Police Department in New Jersey, Goddess help you while you lay there dying and stabbed to fuckiGN death by wonderful cousins of my wonderful marvelous kid!!!!!!!!! It’s all on my 2008 blogs, during the times of my psychic revelations and vision-dreams, give me a break there, Memories-Babs, all suppressed so well under the great VSG Syndrome. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida. The great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy and on your toes.

When the red leaves fall, I’ll be coming home;  in or out of the year of 1975; great wonderful Congressman Andrews, AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!

{{{{(((”BUT”)))}}}}, WILL THE LONG RIVERS KEEP FLOWING BLUE, IN 1980 AND IN 2014, HAY OLD BUDDY, TALK TO MY PAL HERE, YOUR TEAM MATE, I DON’T WANT THE LAKE TO POLLUTE MY COUNTY ALL TO HELL, YO!

Oh were those the day Bob, when you sang my two country demo tunes, and I was moving into Robin Hill Apartments at unit #1802, on May 1, in 1980, seems like twenty mother fucking minutes ago, my pal, my best to Al Pillegi and Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh Lordess Marcucci, it’s getting heavier and heavier, and I know how powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.

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“Sometimes having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass human beings? WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

NOTES TO MYSELF:

Journal Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.

DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog. 

YEAH HE’S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

Well before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David Charles Roth again, “while water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”; all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

OCTOBER 30, 2014,
THURSDAY MORNING AT 4:06,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 62 DEGREES.

OH THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER, WEEEEEEEE!

I’M LOVIN’ IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS!!!!!!

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Good old Robin Hill Apartments, Mister D. L. Smith!!!

SO WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER   SCROOGE; ”AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!

The Mind Realm is not something you or I will crack in a lifetime or two or two million. Better entities than you and me, have tried, believe me, I TRAVEL, I KNOW!!!

DOW JONES INDUSTRIALS FOR 10-29-14.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

HAY LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU! I saw you the other night on the Jupiter-Inlet-Cam, lovely girl!!!

THE GODS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, BEAUTIFUL MOON GODDESS!

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I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT GLARY EYED BILLY-C FOR A SHORT WHILE. I COULD BE A SKULKING BASTARD AND GET A PHONE AND GO SEE HIM, AND RECORD THE WHOLE THING, OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL ME, BUT MY POINT IS, I DO NOT DO STUFF LIKE THIS. EVEN IF I DID, I AM NOT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. I WOULD POST IT, AND FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD EITHER REMOVE ME OR PUT ME ON A STOPPER-PAGE, LET ME EXPLAIN. ALL YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE POSTED AND GO TO A STARTER-PAGE. FROM THERE, ONE OF THREE ITEMS HAPPENS WITH AUTOMATED PRECISION. THEY INTO THE NEUTRAL PILE, THEY GO INTO THE TO BE PROMOTED PILE, OR THEY GO INTO THE INTERNET EQUIVELANT OF THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF MY DAY, THE (STOPPER-PAGE). IF YOUR VIDEOS GO TO STOPPER PAGES, AS DO MINE, IT IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO EVEN BE ABLE TO EVER FIND YOU UP THERE AT ALL, AND YOU WILL GET ZERO VIEWS OR A VERY TINY TEENY LITTLE TRICKLE. THAT IS THAT. THOSE THAT STRIKE THE MEDIA’S (ATTENTION-PAGE) ARE ALL SOFTWARE AUTOMATED. WHATEVER IS NEW OR HOT THAT WEEK, OR MANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND KEY-ITEMS MY DO IT, BUT BOOM, THIS IS HOW AND WHY VIDEOS GO VIRAL, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A VIRAL VIDEO, I PROMISE YOU. AS ALWAYS, THE WORLD OWNERS DECIDE WHO GETS TO MOVE UP IN LIFE, WHO IS ENDLESSLY HELD DOWN AND OPPRESSED, AND WHO IS ALLOWED TO JUST BE IN A SORT OF EARTH-PERGATORY, A NEUTRAL FILE, WHERE WHO KNOWS, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, AND MIGHT HAPPEN, AND NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN, BUT AT LEAST IT HAS AN HONEST FAIR CHANCE TO HAPPEN. I AM ON STOPPER PAGES, AND ANYTHING I POST, YOU WILL FIND IT NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO, AND IF YOU DO GET THERE, THE HACKING IS BAD, THE QUALITY IS BAD, AND I COULD GO ON AND ON WITH THE WAYS THE FREE-MEDIA, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH, HANDLES THIS, AS REMEMBER, THEY OWN IT ALL TO START WITH. YOU AND ME LITTLE PEEPERS DON’T OWN SHIT, THEY OWN IT ALL. WE DON’T OWN GOOGLE, MICROSOFT, YOUTUBE, ANY OF IT, THE FORTUNE 500 PEOPLE ALL DO. INTERNET IS JUST ANOTHER TOOL, AND WHATEVER WENT ON BEFORE IT ALL GOT GOING LATE IN THE NINETIES AND EXPANDED EVEN GREATER IN THIS CENTURY, IS ALL THE SAME THING, JUST USING THIS TOOL OF COMPUTERS AND CONNECTIONS, AND YOU NAME IT, IF YOU WERE A FAILURE OR A SUCCESS YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR, BEFORE THE INTERNET; THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WILL BE WITH THE INTERNET. IT IS THEIR PROPERTY, THEY OWN EVERYTHING, JUST AS MY SONG TALKED ABOUT IN ITS 1983 LYRICS; ABOUT NOT WANTING TO SWEEP THE SAND, BUT RATHER, DESIRING TO OWN THE LAND. I CANNOT MAKE A SOUL BELIEVE ANY OF THIS, BUT YOU ARE PATHETIC IF YOU THINK A VIDEO EVER GOES SELF-VIRAL, IT DOESN’T. IT IS ALL AS FIXED AS REALITY SHOWS, AND FOR THAT MATTER, REALITY ITSELF. SOMEONE DOES NOT LIKE THESE WORDS THAT HAS GREAT POWER. I JUST TOOK MY FIRST HACK OF THIS BLOG, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION! DON’T BEAT ME UP, OP.

I was hacked on the previous chapter, and lots of stuff I blogged, did not come out on my blog, on the office document, it was just poofed out and sent to the dead letter stopper box. Merry Christmas Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter. ‘Knee-oh-ho-ren-gay-key-oh’, to you too! Do those lovely Pointer Sisters still want men with slow hands and touches, or just a lot of frikkin’ worthless fairy-tales, now, as well as 40 years ago, I wonder? Yes I know I forgot to wish you guys a happy new year, but which one. When Dick Clark was winding down his late night party on December 31, which fucking party, great peeps? What am I, psychic????????????? Shut up Mike McNulty!

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk   (Governor Jesse Ventura) *******  Naturally it’s been taken down.

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life;  including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott;  how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

I was holding back on telling, and I know I can post for safe keeping only, at least on the BLOGGER account, by hitting the ”DRAFT”, instead of the ”PUBLISH” prompt. Still, it is being publicly continued for now, and holding back the largest part of that recent high school dream is just stupidity on my part, so I am telling it now. But I really have to make it so only the few who need to know what I am saying, will put the (2+2) together, and anyone who does not need to have this detailed information, might try, but may arrive at a 3 or a 5 or even a 9.368. I was going to say I must BE something, but PP and the first letter stands for paranoid and last one does not stand for anyone I ever conducted music business with; might get all bent out of shape and then proceed to come down here to my crib, and bend me all out of shape. So I won’t say a thing, WAYV.

The high school was in a totally unfamiliar area, in whatever universe it was in. Still, across from it and a large baseball field past that, was a highway, and on the other side was a large building that was about a dozen stories tall, industrial, not residential. The entire building was owned by the makers of my PRIVECODE MACHINE from the tail end of 1983, when I purchased this wild device, and kept it in its shipping box until leaving 1802 Robin Hill to move into 134 Norris Avenue, from Voorhees to Atco, in New Jersey, on 1 February, of 1983.

Mark Minor as some of you know, along with Salvador, Peter, Wilson, Alan, and a few others, were all in one place in this ”waking world” but they were not all in this parallel universe of the dream world or the multiverse. Mister Minor had no sailboat, and was not related to the great John Dee of England, but he did want to go home, without getting into any fights or drinking all through the non daylight hours. He seems to have been connected with the same supernatural forces that both ‘witch-doctor’ Wilson and I both are also. Oh, that is what he called himself, until he graduated to ‘voodoo priest’, I merely quote things, tell news, you know, not make up stories,. But yes, I will tell stories, true ones, no matter how much they appear to be a must-be-fish-tale. Mark Minor and I walked across this baseball field, and the weather appeared spring-like, and there were no palm trees within the limit of sight, so I don’t think I was in Florida, in whatever universe I was ‘dreaming to be in’ through a living double of myself. Suddenly Salvador came running out of nowhere, maybe left field if I can make a joke here. Then he pulled out a miniature KFP machine only a foot long, that also had a wearing collar, like that thing in 1986 I wore to play roulette, and got teased by the casino personnel in Atlantic City. It made access to two different money player chips more accessible, so I wore it, and let them all laugh at me. I was the one laughing making a clear grand weekly, off of their tables.

Instead of keys and knobs and dials and places for discs to go, was a long blank area like a rectangular drumming pad. He then proceeded to say hay there or some similar thing to Mark minor and myself, and then while wearing this thing that he put on directly after this, he put his two hands out as if to use a real KFP, and instead of music, he began doing what he did back in 1965 and 1966, over at the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, now defunct; just like Bancroft Neurological Health System, as well, and Turnersville Pathmark; and so many other places; accomplished by powerful covert methods by the History Marker Remover section of the mighty ESS, the (HMR). Salvador Ventura then began tapping the way he used to at the institute, with his fingers, only as he did so, a tiny little speaker system on each side of the rectangle he was wearing, would speak what he was code-tapping, in any possible voice, and he laughed real smuggly while adjusting in-between tapping, with his left hand, a small set of almost invisible dials on the left of the contraption, I believe there were four of them. He had me talking, he had Mark minor, then he had Diana Ross, the Motown vocalist. I asked him why he was doing this and he began laughing, not loud and revolting or anything, just a soft unoffensive tonal quality laugh, but he just kept laughing, and laughing. Then he took the thing off, and put it back in some backpack that he had attached with a small double silver chain, into his right pocket, leaving it dangling half way to the ground. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at me, and said, “You fucking asshole Mark”, meaning me and not Mark Minor. “You really believed that shit, and then you say how great you are at bluffs and fakes and poker and shit, what a crock”. I just stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the bastard, sort of angry, and a bit hurt also. I thought we were pals, and here he is fucking with me. Then Mark Minor spoke up and said back to him, “Hay, he doesn’t want to get it, you know how painful some family shit can be, ya dork”. This is when I jumped in and said, “Will somebody please let me in on just what you mother fuckers are all quacking about”! Then we all sat down at some bleachers that were past the one end of this ball field, leaving us to stare off at a highway about 150 feet ahead of us, and on the other side of it, the building, completely owned by the one and only, multiversally famous,  International Mobile Machines Corporation.

This is when Salvador reminded me that I was a type-1-exploratron, and “why should I tell you a thing”, he said, “get out of my pal’s body before I kick your ass”. I told him the truth with unquestionable candor at this point, that I now remember this is totally true, but I did not mean to get here, it is all a sixth dimensional program that thinks and makes all of us pawns then move on a huge Packman type simulation videogame of a sort in five dimensions called hyperspace. Then he said, “I don’t care about all that shit Mark, all that matters is that you talk a big game about poker and you’re letting peeps pull all kinds of double blind bluffs on you, you know, like they would say those things with that much certainty on that show, and not know another truth”? Then I realized what he was talking about, even cornball idiot me has limitations to my VSG Syndrome and the stupidity that so many times goes along with maintaining more painless vacuums in memory. This is when I realized what was being spoken, and also I put together that I was here in this crazy place, sitting on bleachers, with the bleachers again, for heavens sake. Then he burst out into raucous laughter unlike the first time at the beginning of this, and said, “That wild so-called fictional book of yours in 1994, TBP, holy hell Mark, there is more happening than just port in the storm years, ya’ dam dummy”.  I then said, “hold shit, I know this now, stop making fun of me. Remember how you hated your father making fun of you and were screaming out for Miss Wescott to help you”? Then he retorted with, “That’s your world, not mine. Here in reality, I never went to some sike ward with you in 1965, you fuckiGN butt wipe”. I then ended this conversation with, “Well Sal, all I can say is they do sound alike when they speak as adults, so Jesus, forgive me for not being almighty Goddess”. I jumped up and left Minor and Ventura just looking at me, and walked to a bridge for pedestrians to cross over the large highway, and went into the IMMC Building. As soon as I got there, I was grabbed bodily by security officers, bound, gagged, and carried off on some gurney type of item, into a deep sub-basement area. I saw myself on a large screen TV system that had to be 20 feet across, and brighter than a summer beach at noon. When my eyes adjusted to this incredible TV set, I saw them running my entire life in fast forward from the minute I moved into Atco, and all through the show, they kept saying, “We’re always watching you, buddy”. They must have said this in a serious tonal quality at least ten dam times. I asked if they could go past this time era, and they said we can go up as far as twenty fifty five. They hit a skip button, that said right on it in big purple lettering, “SKIP”, and suddenly it was 1984, and I was watching myself living in Robin Hill again where I had left for a while, over in unit number 506. They eventually seemed to get bored with me and my questions and said to me that they were going on a coffee break, and would I like to be taught how to operate the scanner tendle, this is what they called it, I just report the dream, folks. There is no ‘R’ in the word, and I do not know what exactly a scanner-tendle is, but they showed me how to run it, and left the room. I realized I could make it go off of that part of New Jersey, and go anywhere. I learned some stuff that is so hot, if I ever told any of it, I would be dead in one minute from the time I hit POST PUBLISH.

Long Story Short (LSS), the school mates were breaking my dam stones about poker, and sure enough, I can bluff and I can read people, and I am a dam good poker player, and the average asshole would be cleaned out fast with me, I promise. But they were totally right. Some powerful people went way out of their way to seem to know something I totally believed had happened, was not the way I thought all along, and were quite adamant about it, more so than they would be if they did not indeed know better. 99% of normal readers not a part of this, don’t have a clue why I had this wild dream where I was back in a high school, or why all of this was said to me, but I know, and the few involved in it all, they know. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Fire alarms go off every single day between the opening bell on Wall Street and shortly thereafter. I will not lie, it happens on the weekends too. If I wanted to skip that part and be dishonest here, I could have. The whole truth means do not skip a part of it or omit shit that negates the value of the crap you’re trying to prove and make claim to. But my honesty prevails, and I am proud to be an honest gentlemen who may tell seemingly wild fish tales, but I KNOW THEY ARE TRUE, AND SO DO THE DAM GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe all of this IS where the shadows all dwell by day, or in Ireland with bands that like my Ernie song a lot. Give me a break Mister freaking Kitkat. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL VIDEOGAMES, SIMULATIONS, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND OTHER GORGONS, VIOLENT WOMEN NOT WELCOME HERE, DAWN KING!!!!

This is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

 

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 007-008, A/B

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 007

InterDigital

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InterDigital, Inc.

Type
Public
Traded as
NASDAQ: IDCC
S&P MidCap 400 index
Industry
Wireless Patent monetization
Founded
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA (1972)
Headquarters
Wilmington, Delaware USA
Key people
Terry Clontz, Chairman & CEO
William J. Merritt, President & Director
Rich Brezski CFO
Products
CDMA/WCDMA/LTE chipsets
Revenue
 US$325 million (2014)[1]
Net income
 US$182 million (2014)[2]
Employees
 290 (2014) [3]
Website
http://www.interdigital.com
InterDigital develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic relationships with many of the world’s leading wireless companies. Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ and is included in the S&P MidCap 400 index.
InterDigital has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and conducts independent research and development in various areas of wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.
The company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance – a coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to improve the quality of patents granted.

Contents
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1 Corporate history
2 Locations and other data
3 See also
4 References
5 External links
Corporate history[edit]
Key Dates:[4]
1972: Company is incorporated as International Mobile Machines Corporation.
1981: Company goes public.
1992: Name is changed to InterDigital Communications Corp.
1998: Alliance with Nokia is established.
2003: Patent infringement suit is settled with Ericsson.
2012: Moved corporate headquarters from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania to Wilmington, Delaware
Locations and other data[edit]
InterDigital offices are present in Wilmington Delaware, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, Melville New York, San Diego California in USA, Montreal Quebec in Canada, and London, UK.
InterDigital’s business is focused on licensing their patents that have been contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into Infineon chips that were in Apple iPhones.
The company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to the communications industry.[5]
Gil Amelio, former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital’s Board of Directors.
See also[edit]
Patent ambush
Patent map
Patent pool
Patent thicket
References[edit]
1.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
2.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Key Statistics
3.Jump up ^ Yahoo Finance Company Profile
4.Jump up ^ “International Directory of Company Histories, Vol.61. St. James Press, 2004.”. 
5.Jump up ^ “InterDigital’s Bill Merritt on patent trolls, standards development and disputes with the big boys”. 2012-06-14. Retrieved 2013-12-20. 
External links[edit]
Official website
InterDigital companies grouped at OpenCorporates

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Ladies and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog from 2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the opening of this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial, pivotal, and pertinent. Study the history of the great INTERNATIONAL MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION, and now of course, changed to InterDigital, Inc.; and remember how “SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF,  BY ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR, AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR’S OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY; was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss at a diner in  Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn’t hit your “MIND”, then I don’t understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it is so totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake New York County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television law show to ever be made in the history of entertainment and modern day television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences, and the local 27 Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of them; it is so totally OK and cool for them not believe in one coincidence after another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain’t mother fuckiGN allowed or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya’ fat ugly old shit head!!!!!!!!

I also remember distinctly telling all of you, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP A THOUSAND POINTS, ABOUT A WEEK OR SO BACK, AND SURE ENOUGH, ASK ANY BROKER OR SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, IT HAS GAINED 1000 POINTS SINCE I MADE THAT CLAIM. I KNEW THIS OVERKILL-PERSECUTION OF ME BACK THAT WEDNESDAY, WOULD SPARK ALL OF THIS, BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT OCCURRED BACK IN EARLY 2009 IN TH ESPRINGTIME, NEAR THE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK, JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME, AT THEIR CONTROL OF COURSE; AND THEN CAME THAT BEYOND HUGE SIMULTANEOUS ASSAULT ON ME WITH PLANES FROM ABOVE AT DIVE BOMBING CRASH LEVEL, WHILE A SUPER HUGE GANG OF EVIL UGLY MOTORCYCLISTS RODE BY SO LOUD MY EARS WERE STILL HURTING HOURS LATER, EVEN WITH MY CAR WINDOWS ALL ROLLED UP. THIS WAS AFTER THE DAY HAD BOTTOMED OUT AROUND THE 6560 LEVEL, AND SHOT STRAIGHT UP TO DOUBLE AND TRIPLE, AND EXACTLY AS I BOTH KNEW IT WOULD, AND SAID IT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WOULD, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really don’t have to be some huge Satan worshiping sixties rock band like the Black Sabbath, to know and remember stuff like late February of 2009, skating rink death persecution, Fort Pierce Wednesday death persecution, backward masking, subliminal effects, or coded numbers and words being placed onto my blogs, by the only people who possibly have this much power to do so; the evil USA EMPIRE, or THAT EVIL FAMILY from 1970, and HELL! Both times I played Black Sabbath Numbers-games on my blogs; with the family, and their friend Linda Lee Norman Arm-Twister Eric-Teller, and I got pummeled and reamed, cubed!!!! Let me go resurrect my mom now, and set up some solitaire cards for her, to get her great Somerdale Death House messages, again. First, as I said lovely Gina:

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY MARCH, IT WILL BE 25,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 30,000, AND BY THE END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I WILL GUARANTEE THIS FOR YOU!!!!!! ALSO, YO; I KNEW WHEN THESE DIRT FUCKING BAGS WERE REALLY POURING IT ON  ME, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE ALWAYS AND FOREVER, MY GREAT MARVELOUS FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT MAJOR NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, AND BEYOND BRUTAL CUNT LAPPING HELLISH-DEATH-SIEGE PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MISSED ME, SO KISS MY ASS, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!! All of my nightmare fucking shit, totally reminds me, of the great wild story told, on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, of so many unexplainable things, yet they seem to have a fucking ass commonality to them as do many if not most all supernatural events in general, and anyone who is into this shit, knows I am being 100% true and accurate here with my words; not 99.9999999!

How many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not know; and making that vulgar show, is no more than non-military equivalents of disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell, and prove.

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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OCTOBER 30, 2014,
MISCHIEF NIGHT, HEAVEN ABOVE.
THURSDAY NIGHT AT 8:06,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY RANGE, (H-84/L-61)
HUMIDITY IS 71%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.

THIS WEEKEND IS GOING TO BE REAL NICE, AND
FLORIDIANS WILL ALL BE GOING, ”BRRRRRRRR”,
AND NOT FOR ‘BROTHER’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SEE LARGE MUNICIPAL PIPES TWO MAINTENACE-MEN, AND ROCKS, SCISSORS, PAPER, AND LOGHT. NOW THAT IS INTERESTING, AND SO IS MY BUDDY PATTY JANE. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU, ANN KING, AND YOUR ENTIRE WILD FAMILY FROM HELL, YOU REALLY WIPED ME OUT, SO I GUESS TYOU ARE ALL HAPPY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; maybe, just goddess dam ass maybe, one of them someday will be kind enough to tell me, just WHAT I EVER DID TO ANY OF MOTHER FUCKING THEM! Am I on the money or way off of it as usual, Mister Crane, sir? That birch trhat tried to kill us at the super Walmart in Gloucester County in 1994, that was the mighty wild EXPLORATRON PAULA PATTY KING and millions of other wild aliases she has in many many fucking parallel universes, !!!

Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that, anything that I can do, multiply that by about fifty three octillion dam times, and you’ll get lovely Paula-Patty. But then, you knew that I was going to learn all of this eventually, did you not, hostile nasty Robert mother fucking McGuire oh great sir of the almighty IRISH-CLAN, maitees?

no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over.  The problem I will always have with all of this shit is that my own flesh and blood, my mom, my daughter, WOW, CAN IT BE TRUE, great opera singer AUNT BARBARA MAUD HUNTINGTON MASON, the latengrate????????????????????????????????

Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity,  Morianity, holy Holly Harvest Advanced Robotics Schools, where are you when I need you to help me survive this hellishness, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, SIRS?

Jesus Christmas Tree Angels, my question is, boy do I love those great television  documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel and even in NYC in 1988 on WPIX-TV, Channel-11, but what good is anything if a person is stuck in eternal mother fucking hell with no possible way of escape??????????????

Choke on that cigar smoke for a while, Jim TPB Pratt of 1994. PITSY, shit, how about a pity-party, thrown in my honor, and a nice ticker tape parade down fuckign Fifth Avenue,MISTER MACKEY STACEY MACY, YO?

Crissake, the  greatest fiction writers of the past 90 years, cannot hope to equal MORIANITY, and for one very great reason. Truth always kicks the hell out of any fiction. Anyone giving me credit to write and make this all up, thank you so dam much for the coolest compliment on the dam ass planet. I’d rather be believed, but hell peeps, if I must, shit, I’ll take door number two, one hell of a resume in my pocket, huh?

Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.

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RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.

Frankly Congressman RA, I don’t even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I’ll Bet you never thought you’d hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW, I did say, Lois Foca 1980, the one and only 1980. Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!

                    GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.

SHARKEY SAYS, HAY LOVELY ACBP BLOND, FRIEND OF DIANA’S, YOU CAN ALWAYS KICK UP SAND IN MY FACE, SWEETIE PIE, LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY ON THE BEACH, GIVE THE EX MAYOR AND EX CHIEF MY BEST, OR NOT; WHATEVER, BOB ANDREWS!

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”Here you sit, broken hearted”. No, more like mother fucking angry as shit eating hell, lads and lassies. When I see you in HELL McGuire, I’ll be kicking in your Irish face day and night, forever and ever and ever, you evil rotten fucking son of a bitch!!!!

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely

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Yes that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career, you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic super-girl JENNY JOHNSON. WOW Mister Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let’s go back to Mickey-Dee and take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking bullshit, shall we sir?

Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except for literally a single fucking hand-ful,  EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 007, WORDPRESS IS HACKING MY BLOG, BOB FCC

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 007

There is so much to speak about, there is nowhere to begin. We must talk about REALITY-3 as well as the MIND-REALM or sixth-dimension, in fact they are quite the kissing cousins. No matter how much wisdom I appear to gain as year follows year, I am never an ounce or an inch closer than when this all sprang into the hell that it is all around me; closer to figuring out how reality-3 figures into the entire freaking mess of it all, nor can I understand the most basic truths that exist in the great ELEVATOR-ROOM that these blogs talked about in the middle and late twenty-ohs. For one quick and obvious instance and case, why is it that as hard as I try to avoid seeing the time or machine counters or anything, with a string of ONES IN THEM, in fact, I DO, over and over and over, with absurd regularity? And why did Miserable Rotten Jane do that to me in the first place, at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, back in 1993? Why is this all happening since 1980, with the mysterious SCYLLA TREE ANGEL, or was it 1972, or was it 2008, or was iy 1986; and you can see how this would blow the minds of even the greatest scientific thinkers of present times, right down to the Quantum Dynamics dudes and duddesses in the biggest greatest laboratories the world over. WHY, WHY, and WHY? Remember in grammar school days, people, how we would meet that super annoying little brat, boy or girl, who either repeated what you said no matter what it was, or just came back no matter what you said with that same question; “why”? I know I sure do. I blackened a kids eye for doing this while at some playground in the sixties. Still, this changes nothing of what is being spoken of. Probably the greatest compliment ever paid to me, was from a very special person, I know deep down who it was, and whether this be true or not, I only wanted a shot at getting this information out to the public so that they could then decide for themselves whether to just chuck it or do anything with it at all. Thanks to a lot of hooligans and shenanigans in the criminal justice system and with the Atlantic County New Jersey Office of the Prosecutor, back in 2009, this website is forever lost and gone, along with all the other wild and powerful stuff that would most likely vindicate me in so many things, no matter who tries to send me subtle indignant messages day and night, how wrong I am in all of this. Basically, you can go straight to Dogtown, my friends, whoever ye may be. If I cannot overcome how R-3 fits into parallel event, and the weapon-tool of the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE, called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS; or ever get one inch or ounce closer to understanding simple things like the ONES ATTACK OF SLUT-FONDA; well; just tell me people; how am I supposed to ever accomplish anything at all? And this is why I am 60 years old, with a zero-resume to my name, not for lack of major determination, guts, blood, sweat, tears, and desire! Anyone who thinks I am just a lazy bum, only knows my life since I began blogging in January of 2006. You don’t know Whoopee Diddly about me before that, and you never will, and you know why? Because you never wanted to , and you never will want to, and you know why? Because some force called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS is interfering with an otherwise normal life I would be having, if they weren’t totally screwing the hell with me 24-7-365.2422!

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KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FREAKING TOUCH IT. IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE. ‘WO’, BILLY; TO QUOTE YO.

I was one month at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I’ll bet Doogie Howser remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into humankind’s consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND, in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets and visions, huh traveler Saint John, cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan????????? Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB, like freaking WOW!

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You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother.

Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay, JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!

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Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super covert junky trashy horrific things; my inability to get to the bottom of whether reality-3 causes parallel events to exist, or the other way around; is the main part of what lies underneath and out beyond this 30-60 year pummeling assault that is absolutely unrelenting. I have experienced the great void, and visited the mind dazzling elevator-room, and still, I am no better off for wear, give me a break, Mister Kitkat. This makes as much sense as being back where I socked that dumb ass kid in the eye for saying “why, why, why, why” over and over to me for about a half of a freaking hour.

OH LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:

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Well, their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me, They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland Avenue, back in July of 1984, through March of 1985, when I left Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.

My pal, and Chairman of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972, at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms, belonging to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they belong to, and Y? Ouch, my dam eye, YO! I really miss the Johnny Faster joke!

I COULD NOT DETEST A PERSON, MORE THAN I HATE YOU; MISS J.F. OF ATLANTA, GEORGIA!

I rarely do blogs in excess of 110 fucking cunt pages, but when I do, guess who gets me real gooooud, with her filthy rotten ONES-ASSAULT on me? You got it; JANE the muscle girl; work that body, pump pump, Mister Hilton-Hack-’98!

Oh Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so you’ll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above the night scys of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by light of day, only don’t tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Don’t you just mother fucking television. Rewind-99 on the LAW AND ORDER, you know, where that fat slob kid falls for that silly murderer teen blond. You can scream out for help online all night, Hammonton fuckiGN Police Department in New Jersey, Goddess help you while you lay there dying and stabbed to fuckiGN death by wonderful cousins of my wonderful marvelous kid!!!!!!!!! It’s all on my 2008 blogs, during the times of my psychic revelations and vision-dreams, give me a break there, Memories-Babs, all suppressed so well under the great VSG Syndrome. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida. The great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy and on your toes.

When the red leaves fall, I’ll be coming home; in or out of the year of 1975; great wonderful Congressman Andrews, AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!

{{{{(((”BUT”)))}}}}, WILL THE LONG RIVERS KEEP FLOWING BLUE, IN 1980 AND IN 2014, HAY OLD BUDDY, TALK TO MY PAL HERE, YOUR TEAM MATE, I DON’T WANT THE LAKE TO POLLUTE MY COUNTY ALL TO HELL, YO!

Oh were those the day Bob, when you sang my two country demo tunes, and I was moving into Robin Hill Apartments at unit #1802, on May 1, in 1980, seems like twenty mother fucking minutes ago, my pal, my best to Al Pillegi and Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh Lordess Marcucci, it’s getting heavier and heavier, and I know how powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.

IT ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I’S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY BAD WAS GONNA’ HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT EATING HELL ELSE, YO?

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“Sometimes having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass human beings? WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

NOTES TO MYSELF:

Journal Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.

DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.

YEAH HE’S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

Well before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David Charles Roth again, “while water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”; all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

OCTOBER 30, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 4:06,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 62 DEGREES.

OH THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER, WEEEEEEEE!

I’M LOVIN’ IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS!!!!!!

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Good old Robin Hill Apartments, Mister D. L. Smith!!!

SO WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE; ”AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!

The Mind Realm is not something you or I will crack in a lifetime or two or two million. Better entities than you and me, have tried, believe me, I TRAVEL, I KNOW!!!

DOW JONES INDUSTRIALS FOR 10-29-14.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.

HAY LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU! I saw you the other night on the Jupiter-Inlet-Cam, lovely girl!!!

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THE GODS KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, BEAUTIFUL MOON GODDESS!

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I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT GLARY EYED BILLY-C FOR A SHORT WHILE. I COULD BE A SKULKING BASTARD AND GET A PHONE AND GO SEE HIM, AND RECORD THE WHOLE THING, OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL ME, BUT MY POINT IS, I DO NOT DO STUFF LIKE THIS. EVEN IF I DID, I AM NOT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. I WOULD POST IT, AND FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD EITHER REMOVE ME OR PUT ME ON A STOPPER-PAGE, LET ME EXPLAIN. ALL YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE POSTED AND GO TO A STARTER-PAGE. FROM THERE, ONE OF THREE ITEMS HAPPENS WITH AUTOMATED PRECISION. THEY INTO THE NEUTRAL PILE, THEY GO INTO THE TO BE PROMOTED PILE, OR THEY GO INTO THE INTERNET EQUIVELANT OF THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF MY DAY, THE (STOPPER-PAGE). IF YOUR VIDEOS GO TO STOPPER PAGES, AS DO MINE, IT IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO EVEN BE ABLE TO EVER FIND YOU UP THERE AT ALL, AND YOU WILL GET ZERO VIEWS OR A VERY TINY TEENY LITTLE TRICKLE. THAT IS THAT. THOSE THAT STRIKE THE MEDIA’S (ATTENTION-PAGE) ARE ALL SOFTWARE AUTOMATED. WHATEVER IS NEW OR HOT THAT WEEK, OR MANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND KEY-ITEMS MY DO IT, BUT BOOM, THIS IS HOW AND WHY VIDEOS GO VIRAL, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A VIRAL VIDEO, I PROMISE YOU. AS ALWAYS, THE WORLD OWNERS DECIDE WHO GETS TO MOVE UP IN LIFE, WHO IS ENDLESSLY HELD DOWN AND OPPRESSED, AND WHO IS ALLOWED TO JUST BE IN A SORT OF EARTH-PERGATORY, A NEUTRAL FILE, WHERE WHO KNOWS, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, AND MIGHT HAPPEN, AND NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN, BUT AT LEAST IT HAS AN HONEST FAIR CHANCE TO HAPPEN. I AM ON STOPPER PAGES, AND ANYTHING I POST, YOU WILL FIND IT NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO, AND IF YOU DO GET THERE, THE HACKING IS BAD, THE QUALITY IS BAD, AND I COULD GO ON AND ON WITH THE WAYS THE FREE-MEDIA, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH, HANDLES THIS, AS REMEMBER, THEY OWN IT ALL TO START WITH. YOU AND ME LITTLE PEEPERS DON’T OWN SHIT, THEY OWN IT ALL. WE DON’T OWN GOOGLE, MICROSOFT, YOUTUBE, ANY OF IT, THE FORTUNE 500 PEOPLE ALL DO. INTERNET IS JUST ANOTHER TOOL, AND WHATEVER WENT ON BEFORE IT ALL GOT GOING LATE IN THE NINETIES AND EXPANDED EVEN GREATER IN THIS CENTURY, IS ALL THE SAME THING, JUST USING THIS TOOL OF COMPUTERS AND CONNECTIONS, AND YOU NAME IT, IF YOU WERE A FAILURE OR A SUCCESS YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR, BEFORE THE INTERNET; THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WILL BE WITH THE INTERNET. IT IS THEIR PROPERTY, THEY OWN EVERYTHING, JUST AS MY SONG TALKED ABOUT IN ITS 1983 LYRICS; ABOUT NOT WANTING TO SWEEP THE SAND, BUT RATHER, DESIRING TO OWN THE LAND. I CANNOT MAKE A SOUL BELIEVE ANY OF THIS, BUT YOU ARE PATHETIC IF YOU THINK A VIDEO EVER GOES SELF-VIRAL, IT DOESN’T. IT IS ALL AS FIXED AS REALITY SHOWS, AND FOR THAT MATTER, REALITY ITSELF. SOMEONE DOES NOT LIKE THESE WORDS THAT HAS GREAT POWER. I JUST TOOK MY FIRST HACK OF THIS BLOG, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION! DON’T BEAT ME UP, OP.

I was hacked on the previous chapter, and lots of stuff I blogged, did not come out on my blog, on the office document, it was just poofed out and sent to the dead letter stopper box. Merry Christmas Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter. ‘Knee-oh-ho-ren-gay-key-oh’, to you too! Do those lovely Pointer Sisters still want men with slow hands and touches, or just a lot of frikkin’ worthless fairy-tales, now, as well as 40 years ago, I wonder? Yes I know I forgot to wish you guys a happy new year, but which one. When Dick Clark was winding down his late night party on December 31, which fucking party, great peeps? What am I, psychic????????????? Shut up Mike McNulty!

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura) ******* Naturally it’s been taken down.

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

I was holding back on telling, and I know I can post for safe keeping only, at least on the BLOGGER account, by hitting the ”DRAFT”, instead of the ”PUBLISH” prompt. Still, it is being publicly continued for now, and holding back the largest part of that recent high school dream is just stupidity on my part, so I am telling it now. But I really have to make it so only the few who need to know what I am saying, will put the (2+2) together, and anyone who does not need to have this detailed information, might try, but may arrive at a 3 or a 5 or even a 9.368. I was going to say I must BE something, but PP and the first letter stands for paranoid and last one does not stand for anyone I ever conducted music business with; might get all bent out of shape and then proceed to come down here to my crib, and bend me all out of shape. So I won’t say a thing, WAYV.

The high school was in a totally unfamiliar area, in whatever universe it was in. Still, across from it and a large baseball field past that, was a highway, and on the other side was a large building that was about a dozen stories tall, industrial, not residential. The entire building was owned by the makers of my PRIVECODE MACHINE from the tail end of 1983, when I purchased this wild device, and kept it in its shipping box until leaving 1802 Robin Hill to move into 134 Norris Avenue, from Voorhees to Atco, in New Jersey, on 1 February, of 1983.

Mark Minor as some of you know, along with Salvador, Peter, Wilson, Alan, and a few others, were all in one place in this ”waking world” but they were not all in this parallel universe of the dream world or the multiverse. Mister Minor had no sailboat, and was not related to the great John Dee of England, but he did want to go home, without getting into any fights or drinking all through the non daylight hours. He seems to have been connected with the same supernatural forces that both ‘witch-doctor’ Wilson and I both are also. Oh, that is what he called himself, until he graduated to ‘voodoo priest’, I merely quote things, tell news, you know, not make up stories,. But yes, I will tell stories, true ones, no matter how much they appear to be a must-be-fish-tale. Mark Minor and I walked across this baseball field, and the weather appeared spring-like, and there were no palm trees within the limit of sight, so I don’t think I was in Florida, in whatever universe I was ‘dreaming to be in’ through a living double of myself. Suddenly Salvador came running out of nowhere, maybe left field if I can make a joke here. Then he pulled out a miniature KFP machine only a foot long, that also had a wearing collar, like that thing in 1986 I wore to play roulette, and got teased by the casino personnel in Atlantic City. It made access to two different money player chips more accessible, so I wore it, and let them all laugh at me. I was the one laughing making a clear grand weekly, off of their tables.

Instead of keys and knobs and dials and places for discs to go, was a long blank area like a rectangular drumming pad. He then proceeded to say hay there or some similar thing to Mark minor and myself, and then while wearing this thing that he put on directly after this, he put his two hands out as if to use a real KFP, and instead of music, he began doing what he did back in 1965 and 1966, over at the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, now defunct; just like Bancroft Neurological Health System, as well, and Turnersville Pathmark; and so many other places; accomplished by powerful covert methods by the History Marker Remover section of the mighty ESS, the (HMR). Salvador Ventura then began tapping the way he used to at the institute, with his fingers, only as he did so, a tiny little speaker system on each side of the rectangle he was wearing, would speak what he was code-tapping, in any possible voice, and he laughed real smuggly while adjusting in-between tapping, with his left hand, a small set of almost invisible dials on the left of the contraption, I believe there were four of them. He had me talking, he had Mark minor, then he had Diana Ross, the Motown vocalist. I asked him why he was doing this and he began laughing, not loud and revolting or anything, just a soft unoffensive tonal quality laugh, but he just kept laughing, and laughing. Then he took the thing off, and put it back in some backpack that he had attached with a small double silver chain, into his right pocket, leaving it dangling half way to the ground. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at me, and said, “You fucking asshole Mark”, meaning me and not Mark Minor. “You really believed that shit, and then you say how great you are at bluffs and fakes and poker and shit, what a crock”. I just stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the bastard, sort of angry, and a bit hurt also. I thought we were pals, and here he is fucking with me. Then Mark Minor spoke up and said back to him, “Hay, he doesn’t want to get it, you know how painful some family shit can be, ya dork”. This is when I jumped in and said, “Will somebody please let me in on just what you mother fuckers are all quacking about”! Then we all sat down at some bleachers that were past the one end of this ball field, leaving us to stare off at a highway about 150 feet ahead of us, and on the other side of it, the building, completely owned by the one and only, multiversally famous, International Mobile Machines Corporation.

This is when Salvador reminded me that I was a type-1-exploratron, and “why should I tell you a thing”, he said, “get out of my pal’s body before I kick your ass”. I told him the truth with unquestionable candor at this point, that I now remember this is totally true, but I did not mean to get here, it is all a sixth dimensional program that thinks and makes all of us pawns then move on a huge Packman type simulation videogame of a sort in five dimensions called hyperspace. Then he said, “I don’t care about all that shit Mark, all that matters is that you talk a big game about poker and you’re letting peeps pull all kinds of double blind bluffs on you, you know, like they would say those things with that much certainty on that show, and not know another truth”? Then I realized what he was talking about, even cornball idiot me has limitations to my VSG Syndrome and the stupidity that so many times goes along with maintaining more painless vacuums in memory. This is when I realized what was being spoken, and also I put together that I was here in this crazy place, sitting on bleachers, with the bleachers again, for heavens sake. Then he burst out into raucous laughter unlike the first time at the beginning of this, and said, “That wild so-called fictional book of yours in 1994, TBP, holy hell Mark, there is more happening than just port in the storm years, ya’ dam dummy”. I then said, “hold shit, I know this now, stop making fun of me. Remember how you hated your father making fun of you and were screaming out for Miss Wescott to help you”? Then he retorted with, “That’s your world, not mine. Here in reality, I never went to some sike ward with you in 1965, you fuckiGN butt wipe”. I then ended this conversation with, “Well Sal, all I can say is they do sound alike when they speak as adults, so Jesus, forgive me for not being almighty Goddess”. I jumped up and left Minor and Ventura just looking at me, and walked to a bridge for pedestrians to cross over the large highway, and went into the IMMC Building. As soon as I got there, I was grabbed bodily by security officers, bound, gagged, and carried off on some gurney type of item, into a deep sub-basement area. I saw myself on a large screen TV system that had to be 20 feet across, and brighter than a summer beach at noon. When my eyes adjusted to this incredible TV set, I saw them running my entire life in fast forward from the minute I moved into Atco, and all through the show, they kept saying, “We’re always watching you, buddy”. They must have said this in a serious tonal quality at least ten dam times. I asked if they could go past this time era, and they said we can go up as far as twenty fifty five. They hit a skip button, that said right on it in big purple lettering, “SKIP”, and suddenly it was 1984, and I was watching myself living in Robin Hill again where I had left for a while, over in unit number 506. They eventually seemed to get bored with me and my questions and said to me that they were going on a coffee break, and would I like to be taught how to operate the scanner tendle, this is what they called it, I just report the dream, folks. There is no ‘R’ in the word, and I do not know what exactly a scanner-tendle is, but they showed me how to run it, and left the room. I realized I could make it go off of that part of New Jersey, and go anywhere. I learned some stuff that is so hot, if I ever told any of it, I would be dead in one minute from the time I hit POST PUBLISH.

Long Story Short (LSS), the school mates were breaking my dam stones about poker, and sure enough, I can bluff and I can read people, and I am a dam good poker player, and the average asshole would be cleaned out fast with me, I promise. But they were totally right. Some powerful people went way out of their way to seem to know something I totally believed had happened, was not the way I thought all along, and were quite adamant about it, more so than they would be if they did not indeed know better. 99% of normal readers not a part of this, don’t have a clue why I had this wild dream where I was back in a high school, or why all of this was said to me, but I know, and the few involved in it all, they know. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Fire alarms go off every single day between the opening bell on Wall Street and shortly thereafter. I will not lie, it happens on the weekends too. If I wanted to skip that part and be dishonest here, I could have. The whole truth means do not skip a part of it or omit shit that negates the value of the crap you’re trying to prove and make claim to. But my honesty prevails, and I am proud to be an honest gentlemen who may tell seemingly wild fish tales, but I KNOW THEY ARE TRUE, AND SO DO THE DAM GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe all of this IS where the shadows all dwell by day, or in Ireland with bands that like my Ernie song a lot. Give me a break Mister freaking Kitkat. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

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THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 006

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 006

OCTOBER 29, 2014, 4:33 A.M. WEDNESDAY

I was holding back on telling, and I know I can post for safe keeping only, at least on the BLOGGER account, by hitting the ”DRAFT”, instead of the ”PUBLISH” prompt. Still, it is being publicly continued for now, and holding back the largest part of that recent high school dream is just stupidity on my part, so I am telling it now. But I really have to make it so only the few who need to know what I am saying, will put the (2+2) together, and anyone who does not need to have this detailed information, might try, but may arrive at a 3 or a 5 or even a 9.368. I was going to sa I must BE something, but PP and the first letter stands for paranoid and last one does not stand for anyone I ever conducted music business with; might get all bent out of shape and then proceed to come down here to my crib, and bend me all out of shape. So I won’t say a thing, WAYV.

The high school was in a totally unfamiliar area, in whatever universe it was in. Still, across from it and a large baseball field past that, was a highway, and on the other side was a large building that was about a dozen stories tall, industrial, not residential. The entire building was owned by the makers of my PRIVECODE MACHINE from the tail end of 1983, when I purchased this wild device, and kept it in its shipping box until leaving 1802 Robin Hill to move into 134 Norris Avenue, from Voorhees to Atco, in New Jersey, on 1 February, of 1983.

Mark Minor as some of you know, along with Salvador, Peter, Wilson, Alan, and a few others, were all in one place in this ”waking world” but they were not all in this parallel universe of the dream world or the multiverse. Mister Minor had no sailboat, and was not related to the great John Dee of England, but he did want to go home, without getting into any fights or drinking all through the non daylight hours. He seems to have been connected with the same supernatural forces that both ‘witch-doctor’ Wilson and I both are also. Oh, that is what he called himself, until he graduated to ‘voodoo priest’, I merely quote things, tell news, you know, not make up stories,. But yes, I will tell stories, true ones, no matter how much they appear to be a must-be-fish-tale. Mark Minor and I walked across this baseball field, and the weather appeared spring-like, and there were no palm trees within the limit of sight, so I don’t think I was in Florida, in whatever universe I was ‘dreaming to be in’ through a living double of myself. Suddenly Salvador came running out of nowhere, maybe left field if I can make a joke here. Then he pulled out a miniature KFP machine only a foot long, that also had a wearing collar, like that thing in 1986 I wore to play roulette, and got teased by the casino personnel in Atlantic City. It made access to two different money player chips more accessible, so I wore it, and let them all laugh at me. I was the one laughing making a clear grand weekly, off of their tables.

Instead of keys and knobs and dials and places for discs to go, was a long blank area like a rectangular drumming pad. He then proceeded to say hay there or some similar thing to Mark minor and myself, and then while wearing this thing that he put on directly after this, he put his two hands out as if to use a real KFP, and instead of music, he began doing what he did back in 1965 and 1966, over at the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, now defunct; just like Bancroft Neurological Health System, as well, and Turnersville Pathmark; and so many other places; accomplished by powerful covert methods by the History Marker Remover section of the mighty ESS, the (HMR). Salvador Ventura then began tapping the way he used to at the institute, with his fingers, only as he did so, a tiny little speaker system on each side of the rectangle he was wearing, would speak what he was code-tapping, in any possible voice, and he laughed real smuggly while adjusting in-between tapping, with his left hand, a small set of almost invisible dials on the left of the contraption, I believe there were four of them. He had me talking, he had Mark minor, then he had Diana Ross, the Motown vocalist. I asked him why he was doing this and he began laughing, not loud and revolting or anything, just a soft unoffensive tonal quality laugh, but he just kept laughing, and laughing. Then he took the thing off, and put it back in some backpack that he had attached with a small double silver chain, into his right pocket, leaving it dangling half way to the ground. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at me, and said, “You fucking asshole Mark”, meaning me and not Mark Minor. “You really believed that shit, and then you say how great you are at bluffs and fakes and poker and shit, what a crock”. I just stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the bastard, sort of angry, and a bit hurt also. I thought we were pals, and here he is fucking with me. Then Mark Minor spoke up and said back to him, “Hay, he doesn’t want to get it, you know how painful some family shit can be, ya dork”. This is when I jumped in and said, “Will somebody please let me in on just what you mother fuckers are all quacking about”! Then we all sat down at some bleachers that were past the one end of this ball field, leaving us to stare off at a highway about 150 feet ahead of us, and on the other side of it, the building, completely owned by the one and only, multiversally famous, International Mobile Machines Corporation.

This is when Salvador reminded me that I was a type-1-exploratron, and “why should I tell you a thing”, he said, “get out of my pal’s body before I kick your ass”. I told him the truth with unquestionable candor at this point, that I now remember this is totally true, but I did not mean to get here, it is all a sixth dimensional program that thinks and makes all of us pawns then move on a huge Packman type simulation videogame of a sort in five dimensions called hyperspace. Then he said, “I don’t care about all that shit Mark, all that matters is that you talk a big game about poker and you’re letting peeps pull all kinds of double blind bluffs on you, you know, like they would say those things with that much certainty on that show, and not know another truth”? Then I realized what he was talking about, even cornball idiot me has limitations to my VSG Syndrome and the stupidity that so many times goes along with maintaining more painless vacuums in memory. This is when I realized what was being spoken, and also I put together that I was here in this crazy place, sitting on bleachers, with the bleachers again, for heavens sake. Then he burst out into raucous laughter unlike the first time at the beginning of this, and said, “That wild so-called fictional book of yours in 1994, TBP, holy hell Mark, there is more happening than just port in the storm years, ya’ dam dummy”. I then said, “hold shit, I know this now, stop making fun of me. Remember how you hated your father making fun of you and were screaming out for Miss Wescott to help you”? Then he retorted with, “That’s your world, not mine. Here in reality, I never went to some sike ward with you in 1965, you fuckiGN butt wipe”. I then ended this conversation with, “Well Sal, all I can say is they do sound alike when they speak as adults, so Jesus, forgive me for not being almighty Goddess”. I jumped up and left Minor and Ventura just looking at me, and walked to a bridge for pedestrians to cross over the large highway, and went into the IMMC Building. As soon as I got there, I was grabbed bodily by security officers, bound, gagged, and carried off on some gurney type of item, into a deep sub-basement area. I saw myself on a large screen TV system that had to be 20 feet across, and brighter than a summer beach at noon. When my eyes adjusted to this incredible TV set, I saw them running my entire life in fast forward from the minute I moved into Atco, and all through the show, they kept saying, “We’re always watching you, buddy”. They must have said this in a serious tonal quality at least ten dam times. I asked if they could go past this time era, and they said we can go up as far as twenty fifty five. They hit a skip button, that said right on it in big purple lettering, “SKIP”, and suddenly it was 1984, and I was watching myself living in Robin Hill again where I had left for a while, over in unit number 506. They eventually seemed to get bored with me and my questions and said to me that they were going on a coffee break, and would I like to be taught how to operate the scanner tendle, this is what they called it, I just report the dream, folks. There is no ‘R’ in the word, and I do not know what exactly a scanner-tendle is, but they showed me how to run it, and left the room. I realized I could make it go off of that part of New Jersey, and go anywhere. I learned some stuff that is so hot, if I ever told any of it, I would be dead in one minute from the time I hit POST PUBLISH.

Long Story Short (LSS), the school mates were breaking my dam stones about poker, and sure enough, I can bluff and I can read people, and I am a dam good poker player, and the average asshole would be cleaned out fast with me, I promise. But they were totally right. Some powerful people went way out of their way to seem to know something I totally believed had happened, was not the way I thought all along, and were quite adamant about it, more so than they would be if they did not indeed know better. 99% of normal readers not a part of this, don’t have a clue why I had this wild dream where I was back in a high school, or why all of this was said to me, but I know, and the few involved in it all, they know. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Fire alarms go off every single day between the opening bell on Wall Street and shortly thereafter. I will not lie, it happens on the weekends too. If I wanted to skip that part and be dishonest here, I could have. The whole truth means do not skip a part of it or omit shit that negates the value of the crap you’re trying to prove and make claim to. But my honesty prevails, and I am proud to be an honest gentlemen who may tell seemingly wild fish tales, but I KNOW THEY ARE TRUE, AND SO DO THE DAM GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe all of this IS where the shadows all dwell by day, or in Ireland with bands that like my Ernie song a lot. Give me a break Mister freaking Kitkat.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

THE MIND DIMENSON, CHAPTER 005

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I am under death siege, my computer is totally hacked up, I have had to boot off and back on for no reason, and it started when I was reading over my last posted blog on Blogger-Dot-Com on the internet. A lot of hacked-tasks were being done on my computer, in my opinion, but bear in mind, I am not a software fucking cunt engineer. I can only wonder and speculate, based on past events, and speculating on current computer operation and behavior in general of the machine.

The evil fucking dirt bag dick chewing slobs are on a super BULL RALLY ON MOTHER FUCKING TWAT LICKING WALL STREET, all by kicking my fucking ass with what I call not only ICPE-APE-TECK, but SKATING-RINK-MAJOR OVERKILL-TECK, (SRMOK) TECK. Funny how you can mother fucking sort of force-pronounce this as Sarah-Mark, if you want to, well, I know for sure one powerful fucking cunt thing, U. S. © Office, I AM HER MARK, and  in more ways than one or two, the gods know I don’t have it all figured out as of late twenty fucking cunt fourteen. Not by a dick licking ass long fucking shit shot, YO!

   

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FOLKS, I HAVE NO MOTHER FUCKING COCK EATING TIME TO PLAY GAMES AND MAKE SHIT FUCVKING ALL UP, NO MATTER WHO OUT HERE WANTS TO BELIEVE I AM SOME SICKO WITH DELUSIONS AND FANTASIES. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PROVE MY SITUATION IS ALL REAL, IN A MORE POWERFUL AND FANTASTIC FUCKIGN CUNT WAY THAN ALL THE SHIT I PASTE AND POST UP HERE ON THJIS TWAT SNIFFING FUCKING BLOG OF MINE, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 005

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA, I BELIEVE THAT,  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU  I TOLD YOU!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HACK-HACK-HACK, PAM BONDI, AG!

OCTOBER 28, 2014,
TUESDAY EVENING AT 5:17,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND IT FEELS 83.
DAILY RANGE SO FAR, (H-83/L-60).

Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool. You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, I am mother fucking telling the attorney general, that GOOGLE MICROSUCKS IS HACKING THE FUCKIGN HELL OUT OF ME, OR IT IS MY WONDERFUL MOTHER FUCKIGN LOVELY ASS DAUGHTER, ONE OF THE TWO!!!! I PROMISE YOU THAT, WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, ON MY VOICE PRINT, HEAR THIS INSIDE YOUR SIXTH DIMENSIONAL BEINGNESS AS THE LETTER CONSENANT ‘EM’ SOUND, OPEN COMMAND, GENERAL ORDER-7. G-189, G-901, G-719, G-917, G-1133, G-13, G-14, CG-2, CG-5555, I NOW MAX OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN (PPG) CONTROLS TO THE LIMIT OF 11.8 INCHES PER NANP-SECOND (IPNS). THE CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR GAIN ARE BEING MAXED AT 11.5 IPNS. I HAVE CRUSHED AND SINGED AND TOTALLY OBLITERATED AN IMAGE-OBJECT, (I-O) THAT I NOW PLACE ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK (TB). WHEN THIS IS EMPOWERED VIA ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLGY, AND ALL ENEMIES HURTING AND DESTROYING ME ARE SCANNED UNDER ZERO-DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY, THIS PROCESS WILL BEGIN, (TRANSPOWERIZATION), UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL (CODED-GENERAL) ORDERS. YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD STYLE TONES ONCE PRODUCED WITH THE AT%T TELEPHONE SIGNALS, NOW CONVERTED AS FOLLOWS: THE HIGH TONE IS TONE-A, AND WILL BE COLORED IN BLUE. THE LOW TONE-B, IS COLORED IN PURPLE. THEY WILL BE THE VOWEL LONG PRONOUNCED SOUND OF (EEEEEE).

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

COMPUTER, GO TO G-189, UNDER G-1133, CG-5555, UNDER CG-18, AND S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sooner or later, whoever is doing this to me is going to be totally wiped out and totally mother fuckiGN obliterated and annihilated!!!!!

YOU’LL BE MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY EATING SORRY, WHOEVER YOU ARE OUT HERE HURTING ME FOR 60 CUNT CHEWING TURD SNIFFING MUFF DIVING YEARS, YOU ROTTEN TWISTED SCREWET FUCKING BITCHES!!!!!!!!!! JUST WAIT AND SLUT SUCKING ASS SEE, YO! 

SSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO, ARTHUR CRANE OLD TCE BUDDY, HOPE YOU AND THE ARMY KEEPS RIGHT ON KICKING FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE ASS, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW; ABSOLUTE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ POWER, CORRUPTING ABSOLUTELY; HUH GARY SEVEN, GARY MITCHELL, AND U.S.A. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!

LOTSANLOTSAPEEPS ARE GONNA’ BE SUPER FUCKING SORRY WHEN THERE WORLD COMES CRASHING FUCKING CUNT IN ON THEM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, NO LOUD BEATS UNDERNEATH THE WORDS, PWEEEEEEEEEEEZE, I AM 60, NOT 16, BUT HERE IS WHERE IT IS GONNA’ START GETTING FUCKING GOOOOUD, LOVELY ARM POPPER KEISHA AND EVERYONE ELSE ALSO, WO MISTER HARNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely

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Last night, you would say I was in a powerful vivid dreaming experience, I would say I was being a natural type-1-exploratron, and was suddenly in this outlandish situation, finding myself in a parallel universe, the age that I am, and going back to high school, a recurring nightmare in case anyone gives a fucking turd swallowing Skyler Tyler David Wong Offself.

What many of you may or may not know about me over here in this universe where you’re reading this blog, is that a very special deal was made with my mom and I and the Board of Education of Camden County, in West Collingswood, New Jersey, back in 1972. I was to take some test, it might have been a GED or not, it all was very fucking hush hush hush Diner Secret Jim Burr Bohemian Grove Style. They all knew they ruined my entire life, and did not want my mom to go running to the press, which would have been a waste of her time, but she was going to do it, and try and get backing from the then powerful NYC banker who basically, married her first cousin Ruth Huntington, and no loans in the city were put through without his OK, as he was the SENIOR-VP, of the second largest banking institution of those fucking cunt days, good old Permission-Cameras, 175 Peninsula Drive of Babylon, none other than boat trip Jimmy Dean maker outer with his oldest daut Christine Meyers a few years later in 1975, Mister HEINZ GOTTWALD, himself!!!!!!!!!!! LSS people, they made a deal that if I studied and took and past a test, I would receive a high school diploma from the same school that Highway to Heaven boy graduated from, a mile or so from my Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment where my CHAIN was removed in a major hyperspace-astral miracle that would get any saints canonized a gillion times fuckiGN over, and this was none other than the WEST COLLINGSWOOD HIGH SCHOOL, where certain other ”unmentionable” also graduated from, and not my daughter PEE!!!!! Yes, between ex-bizz partners, younger-dauts, and special deals; JEEEEEEEEZ; this poor old special-ed fucking kid was able to procure the needed sheep skin, for some type of so-called survival; the famous HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA! Do I have a wild life or don’t I, Mizz Attorney General Bondi, ma’am??????????????????

 

Yes, I tried to post a really cool computer drawing to Blogger earlier. When I try shit that fucking fails, the stock market will normally fly the next day, with odds of 4:5, and if already on a fuckiGN cunt 2 week bullish rally and long term super bullish move as well’ you can dick licking expect it to be a super up day with odds in a statistical fucking pattern of more like 9:10, that means a ninety percent chance for a super bullish move, and hay, look at it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just wait until I mother fucking tell you this shit out in fucking hyperspace, just fucking ass wait, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My homeroom teacher was my older daughter, MC. Mark Minor was there from the Princeton Sike Ward, and so was Jesse Ventura’s cousin, Salvador Wescott. Things were a little bit scrambled all right, and I was not in any localized parallel universe, and that’s the truth, Uncle Stuart Fullmoon Huntington Mason Merrily of 1969 tape recorders, even before the GAP Bruce Allen Pennock came into my mother fucking messed up screwy life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After about a week of living there, sort of in a fast-forward mode on videos, something major happened; and is being totally blocked from my consciousness. But it’s there, oh the fucking dam ass gods people, it’s there, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before some shrinkologist out here gets a mother fuckiGN hard on and says oh yeah, we know what is all happening in your subconscious mind; let me assure you; YOU DON’T ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT KNOW BEANS, FROM A CAN OF HOT PUKED UP BEER!!!! No magic text formulas, no magic RED-XXXXs, and no Hendershodt’s or Ronstadt’s, I have enough problems, roller skater Leo Quiggley and Jerry Brown, go govern a state somewhere, YO.

Mark Minor seemed to know in this universe, as an elevebn year old boy, a song from the future, unless you wanna’ believe the famous fucking Beach Boys band, ripped this kid off, which is entirely a possibility, as I have had famous recording artists by the dozen, come real close to where I have been on music paper, just enough to keep shit all legal, barely. Still, I remember the late 2008 roll call in Egg Harbor City, and I remember it all, Mommy Marola and all of it, but when we deal in hyperspace, things get whackier than a bottle of green piss at C-SQUARED, huh Naval Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms?

Yes, I drew the coolest picture of a sky filled with a hundred or more brilliantly colored moons and white stars, and because I do not know how to post it so it will work, you cannot see it, NOT YET. I suppose I could take a photo of it, scan the photo into my computer files, and then CAP that into the system, and it works like anything I post then, great fish, lightning, moons, leaves, being snowed in, or paying pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE!

Yes sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not because of any lawsuit. It is way better than that. Still, things were seen and reported. Someone who visits this building was seen putting weird round bugs into my car somehow, and I had to empty a fucking full can of ‘RAID’ into the hot car and let it sit like that after coming back from my errands. They should all be dead, but it was seen, and my resident manager knows who did it, who they are affiliated with, and yes, it ties straight to my miserable mother fucking worthless rotten lousy family!!!! But what else is new since about 1966, Gary Mitchell, they all are nova, all of them, forget the poisonous darts from Dimerous or the great love sonnets from the Canopious planet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yagodda love these berry families, huh GENE, let me get Patty’s candles going, CAREFULLY, no repeats of the Karge disaster, huh MC?

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THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 004

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I WISH I HAD ONE OR TWO MORE ZEROS TO THE RIGHT, BUT THAT’S LIFE

SPEAKING OF LIFEGUARDS, MICROSOFT OF FRANCE, LET ME SAY-LEVY!

OCTOBER 27, 2014,
LATE MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:38,  
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 53%, AND IT FEELS 82.
TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR TODAY IS (H-83/L-54).

Yes my pal, Seabottom; I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did, or maybe I hope it was just as crappy. Who can ever know, along with all great copyrighted breath echos, right eighties examiners up there in WASH-DOCK-13-600??????????? No, it was not only the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, that made ALL HELL CUBED BREAK  LOOSE ON ME. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON SINCE 9:30 AM, ON SATURDAY, DECEMBER 4, 1954 WHEN THE DOCTOR STARTED SMACKING ME ON MY ASS. I DIDN’T DO A DAM THING TO THAT SON OF A BITCH. AND THEN IT JUST KEPT RIGHT ON GOING FROM THERE, AND MANY SAY, SEE HITLER, YOU NEVER ESCAPED A THING, YOU MANIAC. WELL, NEITHER DID MISTER JACKSON, HUH HOPE KERNAN????????????????????????????

”SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOO”, TO QUOTE YOU, SIR ARTHUR CRANE, OLD TCE PAL FROM 1992; IS BRENDA MOORE REALLY, ”LIKE TWENTY-ONE”, AND WHY WOULD A MAN ALMOST FORTY, CARE ABOUT SOME TEENAGED SLUT ANIWHO???????? FRIENDS ALL SAY, I AM MEAN; BUT THAT 42,000 NUMBER, IS WAY COLDER THAN ALL OF THE HOTEL ICE MACHINES ALL COMBINED, IN ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG. I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE PERMIT THIS LITTLE PASTE-IN-PAGE
CUZZ HEINZ CAMERAS GOZZWALD FROM DECEMBER OF 1972!!!!

*JOURNAL TAPE 25,752*

WOW, the world sucks. I had to pay $42,000.00 for something that made no sense whatsoever in my exploratron travels last night. Does this fit somehow, into how I recently had, by pure random chance, of me purchasing a blank VHS video tape, at the local Good-Will Store, here in town; and learning through an unbelievable set of wild happenstances, that I am David’s fifth cousin four times removed, off of the MYERS line, despite his not knowing who they sprang off from in one of several lines, the Gottwald’s, who I jokingly refer to as the Gozzwald’s or Ozzwalds, on these blogs; you might be wondering. Well before getting into this topic of today’s blog. There are a lot of doors in the hallway that  are freaking banging away today; and my noisy nabes are a real pain in my twat! Still, as winter rapidly turns to summer here in the oven state of sunshine and phony lightning capitols; folks are folks, and they tend to get noisier in hotter weather. Me, I turn my air conditioning unit down as low as I can without my Chemtrailitis making me cough my lungs out, normally 75-79 by day and about 80 by night, if I go lower, the coughing attacks get nasty. Aniwho, screw these unpleasant asshole neighbors, let me get on with the story of Cousin David Clean Hands and his coming in 2010 with his pal Darius Evans, to the Harvest Food Outreach place where I worked, and both became my bosses. At this place, young peeps are liked, and us old mother fuckers are not so much liked. This is the way of the world for the most of it everywhere, but it was especially noticeable up there at that shit hole toilet, and you can look them up at this website: http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ so click and enjoy, then hit your backspace button and count to five, and you will be right back at this exact spot where you clicked. DUH-HYUNDAI CARS.

Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin’ years ahead in my struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ”whatever”, Congressman, before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of the constant, and yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word like, not light, but my deeper mind that was speaking about the constant, spoke through me and left me to robotically type in the incorrect word on my previous blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.

Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom’s first cousin Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was making out with  in 1975, on Uncle Heinz’s ketch, during a sailing boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size. Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD???????????????????? See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys won’t even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all, and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the famous summer’s night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!   

Now obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David’s mom, who I met several times AT THE HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed, and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all   around 2 solid ass freaking decades back into time;  so think by now what folks can do, that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car playing that karaoke flip side version with the ‘MY’ on it before the start of my 1986 song, ”REAL GOOD GIRL”. I’ll highlight it now in light pink.

   

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I’m Criana.
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Lost love.
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Mohr demo collection, set 4.
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Queen of blue.
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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.
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1983
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Sarah.
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1996
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Sarah.
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1996
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Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
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1997
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Uncle.
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1983
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What’s wrong?
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1984
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You call this music?
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1987
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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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1988
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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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1989
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Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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1980
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Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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1980
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WELL, MEMORIES FROM 1986 COME TO MIND!

I feel a lot of fucking “evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me”, both now, just as she was that day in 1986,  when she told me this; in our special electron to human coded communications!!!! WO-BILLY.

Now study this chart with the DOW, between this Sunday afternoon, and up through half past nine tomorrow morning, Monday. Look at where around a quarter shy of eleven is, and see how they tried to keep pushing it up. However, I was already in the process of figuring out the truth about Hands Washing Cousin David. They say one hand washes the other, and I suppose ‘if we get real’; those that have this spoken to them, could easily argue freaking back, that ”How else can we keep our hands clean and germs from killing off the human race”? Well, this proves that all stories and coins have two sides, and I hope that some few out here will bear that truth in mind when negatively judging my wild and seemingly fantastic claims in this MORIANITY BIBLE FOR THE THIRD MILLENNIUM, good people. So why is my daughter so sure that all of ”my stuff is nonsense”? Well, that is on her, BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No honey, no sweetie, no baby blond lightning goddesses, and no how no nothing AT&T calls. “HI MARK”. Hi yourself, kiddo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone is entitled to their opinions, Mashell Daniels from 1980 at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, boy are you hard to forget. Not because of your wild fucking incredible beauty, but because, as with Dawn-Marie King, certain peeps have those Nat-King Cole “UNFORGETTABLE” personalities. No puns here good folks; I don’t watch network television, I just see shit advertised, while attempting to watch news broadcasts from time to time.

SO FOLKS, PLEASE; BE CAREFUL, AND WASH YOUR HANDS, AND ALWAYS TRY TO LIVE BY SOME CODE OF SYMBOLOGY. You’ll be glad that you did, or you will wake up from dreams that YOU ARE HERE, right US © Office of 1988 of the McDonald’s Dancers Club??????????????

W—O—W ———- W—O—W ———- W—O—W!!!
RING RING—RING RING, PERMISSION BARRIER!

The mind realm (6th-Dimension), is not an easy concept, and I realize it. But for 99.99999999% of humanity that will be destined to live and to die without ever getting it at all, you are merely going through the motions of being just as Shakespeare described, one of the players in a huge reality show and video game computerized simulation of some kind, that has infinite upline and downline potentiality. Worlds without end, AMEN. Forget the old country songs, open up a mother fucking bible for crissake. I never ever said one thing that is not biblical. Those are love to argue that you know you are in hell with that taking a drop of water from fingertip to lip and Lazerus, or the living but once and then a judgment, you just misinterpret this great holy information, or complete information, so terribly, it truly is such a fucking dam shame, Shirley and Dancers Company, so point me to the great sisters, YO Steve and Patty. The present you lives as the present you, one time, and in time-illusion, along a line on the fourth dimension that becomes a raised circle or disc of a sort; and all of it is in a state of perfect karmic balance not only in each individual single song (universe), but throughout the entire fifth dimensional hyperspatial many multiple songs (multiverse), verse means song, uni and multi speaks for itself as well. Don’t believe me, ask any great language expert all degreed and tenured at some big ass ivy league university!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then look down at the time squares, breaking the daily stock trading day in two hour block periods. A dim wit nerd half brain alive, Optimist-Twinbay; can see that this is when they had to POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS ICPE, my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh for the fucking love of Jupiter, crissake YO!!!!

BLOGS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE, AND NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE INTENTIONAL DISINFORMATION OUT ON THE NET, AND THE OTHER HUNTINGTON CURSE. OH LIBRARY LINDA, I AM SO HAPPOY YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS MADE IT BIG WITH YOUR ANCESTRY DOT COM WEBSITE. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, GLAD TO BE OF SOME SMALL SERVICE BACK IN 2010; TALL LOVELY GODDESS. W—O—W!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE OF THIS CURSE, ONE PERSON IN THIS FAMILY FOR 2000 YEARS, BEARS THE BURDON OF THIS, RIGHT MORGAN COLLINS OF DARK SHADOWS???????????????????????????????

QUIT HACKING THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE AND GET A FUCKING TURD CHEWING LIFE; YOU STUPID ASS IGNORANT JACK OFFS! JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They got tongue tied after reading a blog back in the first couple of years of these blogs, and said Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron, during the event where the military base was attacked by some local nutcase, near Lakewood Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I appreciate that little pun, and he is not here any more, right John E. Davis and Lou Sauce, and all you Philly music industry crumbs, Lenny, Sigma garbage, and those two butt-wipes who think they’re god almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY MOTHER FUCKING TOLEDO TECHNO POP, FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER AND JUPITER INLET!

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A HUGE FUCKING MOUSE HACK, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, KIND SIR. I NEED HELP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 003

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 003

COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG:

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The winter`s cold grip is fast approaching so now is the time to get the lawn mower and edger prepared for its long winter slumber. Now is also a great time to get the snowblower tuned-up for the snowy days ahead.

IT IS VERY NICE AND COOL, LADS AND LASSIES, 59 LOVELY DEGREES, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. SO OFTEN IT IS SWELTERING AROIUND HERE, SO I LIKE TO ENJOY THE FEW COOLER TIMES, AND WATCH MY GRUMPINESS LESSEN MAYBE ONE OR TWO PERCENT, MAX. TO LESSEN IT BY NINETY OR MORE ADDITIONAL PERCENTAGE POINTS, LIFE WOULD HAVE TO ALTER QUITE SIGNIFICANTLY, BUT I AM INSULTING YOUR INTELLIGENCE BY GOING ON WITH THIS. SORRY.

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MORIANITY-2

JWC2, DAY 00017, BLOG-A

5:35 AM-EST here in Fort Pierce, Florida, blogger Mark Wayne Mohr, recording and reporting for the official record of Mountainpen and Morianity.

Here are the details of the eighteenth day of last December in 2012, 2 weeks before the New Year of 2013 began, when I had the young dude over here to help me post up the techno-pop song that was originally an old 1983 song, slightly altered with rewritten lyrical content, now titled, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, on the YOUTUBE, for a short while longer until two weeks from today when both my FACEBOOK and my YOUTUBE accounts, will be down forever, and no more ME, will ever be publicly displayed again, on this silly fool tool, called the INTERNET.

OK, you want it, you’ve got it. Here is what happened to me that day, and what has happened since, with this strange dude whose name is Dennis.

This young man of about twenty-three, give or take a couple years either way, was already at the local library, when I arrived and asked for some technical help with my problem, from library staff. It was as though he was just there for the purpose of my visit that day, and did not have anything that he really needed or wanted to do at his computer terminal. He overheard me talking to the tech support lady, at his computer terminal, near the upstairs reference desk; and just offered to help, on his terminal-time. When it was eventually ascertained that we could not make it work, not due to library filtering, but YOUTUBE/GOOGLE policy of not allowing post ups from public terminals, and more proof of prejudice against the poor people, as YOUTUBE is totally against all poor people that cannot pay them between 25 and 100 dollars A DAY for them to promote you on the fixed and what should be illegal game, as this was once considered to be, PAYOLA, in the music industry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should know, coming from right outside and east of Philadelphia, the famous spot where PAYOLA was named for, as this is where it started decades ago, before it became cracked down on hard by many so-called governmental authorities, but then the same thing goes on, just cleverly and covertly, as promoters who are hired by all the major recording labels, merely give gifts/material possessions, vacations, prizes, drugs, and I could say more;  in exchange for boosting new material from major recording companies, up through the normal ranks of rotation. Well, the YOUTUBE is absolutely the same, and not one bit different at all. It is all a GOOGLE advertising stunt, and a way for them to make billions of dollars, for doing nothing but circulating your stuff to more sources, and even if you were to get a viral video, you don’t get one cent back in return, for your many many thousand dollars of investment, and if this is not a crooked thing that should be stopped, I don’t know what is; and so I will be off these social garbage networking sites completely and forever, in two weeks from this very day, now Monday, as Ryan, will be taking it all down. The world had its chance to really know the greatest story ever told, a million times more powerful than Christianity, and I am not afraid to tell the TRUTH, as the truth can never get you into eternal trouble, merely Earthly Crucified. I don’t worry about what the WOMO-MILITFUCE can do to my physical plane attached body. I only concern myself with what this force can do to my endless existence, making that total hell, or a beautiful heaven. The All Mighty GOOGLE admitted, that YOUTUBE is total PAY TO PLAY, and that once, in music and entertainment circles, this was considered, a totally illegal operation; and should be again. There is no place on the entire internet, set up to judge real musical talent, and then if and as something rates well, it is circulated more, and as it slides down, circulated less. This is how your music world Billboard Charts operate, but no, not these new owners of everything, good old crooked GOOGLE, and their avarice and greed, for major massive endless wealth.

As for the FACEBOOK crap, peeps continually ask me to friend them, that I do not know, yet if I do this, I am warned that this is strictly against policy, and I have to go through a major series of agreement clicks, that pull all of the friend requests off. They can do it, and I cannot, FCC, so WHY? So my letter to you will be in this afternoon’s mailing system, old school pal, Bobby McDowell, of 1972. When things are not only not fair, but blatantly crooked and stacked against me to keep me from ever being able to use this new age social media, this in a legal argument, is attempted murder. If you cannot buy or sell, and in this new age, without being a part of all of this, you are left basically out in the cold, then that is ARGUABLY ATTEMPTED MURDER, and I will be making new case law, and spending lots of my time soon, at the local LAW LIBRARY, just down the frikkin street from our local regular library, right here in East Fort Pierce. Also, no one is willing to explain or tell me anything, or help me one tiny bit, and I am supposed to just know as though by total magic or mental osmosis, somehow; how all of this works, and what all of their all mighty rules and regulations are. Well, I will do you one better. I plan to sue GOOGLE within a year, for literally preventing me, from telling my story to the world; and this is a blatant egregious violation of my FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS to freedom of speech, to indeed tell this story of my life, both in my writing texts, as well as in my corresponding musical writings as well.

Now, as for this strange man, who had the personality of a robot: He said very little, and once we left the apartment, and the song was posted up, he would not even speak to me, all the way back to the library where my car was parked, as we took his car from there to my place. He ignored me completely, and I knew that something was wrong. I did nothing or said nothing to prompt that weird action on his part NOTHING. Still we already had exchanged telephone numbers, back at the library previously; and so a week later, I called him, and when he would not answer, I left a voicemail message, that I would be at the Publix here in town, where he works at, to pay him a short visit and give him his ten dollar payment for helping me. I got there on the third, the day my SSD money was credited to my checking account, and he just about totally ignored me again, for no reason. He finally said, “I’ll call you tonight”. He of course did not, and I would have bet big money that he would not. On the following day I called him to tell him I wanted to pay him what I owed him, and did not get his voicemail, but a special message blocking my number, saying that the customer is not taking calls, this is a blocking, I am pretty sure. Fine, be a prick, I was going to pay you ten dollars, but since you don’t want the money, well, I can use it, BRO. For whatever reason, he wants nothing more to frikkin do with me, but the story does not end there, and far from it. You see L-4, while he was here, in fact he had just got into the apartment, and two minutes or less afterward, a knock on the door came, an African American male, about thirty years give or take, a large man, told me he is looking for some person, and he gave me a name, but at the time, it was of no interest to me, so I admit to forgetting it, and then he asked about another name, and then a third name; and when I responded with three ‘no’ answers, he then said, “Do you live here?”, right to me, right at my door, with me inside of my own apartment. I said that I did, and closed the door on him. I reported the incident to Debbie Morotto, and it’s being looked into. I get a visitor over here, and shit immediately starts. Another CROW coincidence? I somehow really don’t think so dudes and duddesses out here reading these words. Would you be buying into all of this fucking bullshit if it was all happening to you, and not just once or twice or thrice, but for nearly 30 mother fucking years now without let up, YO???????????????????????? I am making plans to leave Florida all together, but not for Mexico, as this I have come to learn from reliable sources, that are not anyone else’s business for right now; that my enemies, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; wants me to do just this, SO FORGET IT. I am going back home, to where I belong; that was home, this is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said my life back in cunt lapping New Jersey was heaven, not by a fucking ass long shot folks; but it wasn’t total death-land Florida either, YO!

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I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT GLARY EYED BILLY-C FOR A SHORT WHILE. I COULD BE A SKULKING BASTARD AND GET A PHONE AND GO SEE HIM, AND RECORD THE WHOLE THING, OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL ME, BUT MY POINT IS, I DO NOT DO STUFF LIKE THIS. EVEN IF I DID, I AM NOT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. I WOULD POST IT, AND FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD EITHER REMOVE ME OR PUT ME ON A STOPPER-PAGE, LET ME EXPLAIN. ALL YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE POSTED AND GO TO A STARTER-PAGE. FROM THERE, ONE OF THREE ITEMS HAPPENS WITH AUTOMATED PRECISION. THEY INTO THE NEUTRAL PILE, THEY GO INTO THE TO BE PROMOTED PILE, OR THEY GO INTO THE INTERNET EQUIVELANT OF THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF MY DAY, THE (STOPPER-PAGE). IF YOUR VIDEOS GO TO STOPPER PAGES, AS DO MINE, IT IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO EVEN BE ABLE TO EVER FIND YOU UP THERE AT ALL, AND YOU WILL GET ZERO VIEWS OR A VERY TINY TEENY LITTLE TRICKLE. THAT IS THAT. THOSE THAT STRIKE THE MEDIA’S (ATTENTION-PAGE) ARE ALL SOFTWARE AUTOMATED. WHATEVER IS NEW OR HOT THAT WEEK, OR MANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND KEY-ITEMS MY DO IT, BUT BOOM, THIS IS HOW AND WHY VIDEOS GO VIRAL, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A VIRAL VIDEO, I PROMISE YOU. AS ALWAYS, THE WORLD OWNERS DECIDE WHO GETS TO MOVE UP IN LIFE, WHO IS ENDLESSLY HELD DOWN AND OPPRESSED, AND WHO IS ALLOWED TO JUST BE IN A SORT OF EARTH-PERGATORY, A NEUTRAL FILE, WHERE WHO KNOWS, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, AND MIGHT HAPPEN, AND NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN, BUT AT LEAST IT HAS AN HONEST FAIR CHANCE TO HAPPEN. I AM ON STOPPER PAGES, AND ANYTHING I POST, YOU WILL FIND IT NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO, AND IF YOU DO GET THERE, THE HACKING IS BAD, THE QUALITY IS BAD, AND I COULD GO ON AND ON WITH THE WAYS THE FREE-MEDIA, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH, HANDLES THIS, AS REMEMBER, THEY OWN IT ALL TO START WITH. YOU AND ME LITTLE PEEPERS DON’T OWN SHIT, THEY OWN IT ALL. WE DON’T OWN GOOGLE, MICROSOFT, YOUTUBE, ANY OF IT, THE FORTUNE 500 PEOPLE ALL DO. INTERNET IS JUST ANOTHER TOOL, AND WHATEVER WENT ON BEFORE IT ALL GOT GOING LATE IN THE NINETIES AND EXPANDED EVEN GREATER IN THIS CENTURY, IS ALL THE SAME THING, JUST USING THIS TOOL OF COMPUTERS AND CONNECTIONS, AND YOU NAME IT, IF YOU WERE A FAILURE OR A SUCCESS YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR, BEFORE THE INTERNET; THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WILL BE WITH THE INTERNET. IT IS THEIR PROPERTY, THEY OWN EVERYTHING, JUST AS MY SONG TALKED ABOUT IN ITS 1983 LYRICS; ABOUT NOT WANTING TO SWEEP THE SAND, BUT RATHER, DESIRING TO OWN THE LAND. I CANNOT MAKE A SOUL BELIEVE ANY OF THIS, BUT YOU ARE PATHETIC IF YOU THINK A VIDEO EVER GOES SELF-VIRAL, IT DOESN’T. IT IS ALL AS FIXED AS REALITY SHOWS, AND FOR THAT MATTER, REALITY ITSELF. SOMEONE DOES NOT LIKE THESE WORDS THAT HAS GREAT POWER. I JUST TOOK MY FIRST HACK OF THIS BLOG, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION! DON’T BEAT ME UP, OP.

I was hacked on the previous chapter, and lots of stuff I blogged, did not come out on my blog, on the office document, it was just poofed out and sent to the dead letter stopper box. Merry Christmas Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter. ‘Knee-oh-ho-ren-gay-key-oh’, to you too! Do those lovely Pointer Sisters still want men with slow hands and touches, or just a lot of frikkin’ worthless fairy-tales, now, as well as 40 years ago, I wonder?

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk   (Governor Jesse Ventura)

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life;  including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott;  how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that ‘lightning’ will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ***** 100% machine created
technopop———————-LONG REMOVED FROM PUBLIC DOMAIN.
DON’T WASTE YOUR VALUABLE TIME CLICKING ON IT.
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog, and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555; and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. THAT WAS YESTERDAY, THIS IS NOW! FORGET ALL THAT BULLSBHIT, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!

http://youtu.be/b7SDlGBxgLs

http://youtu.be/yhbXDDSPkos

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQPoNT0RQDs&feature=share&list=PL3FD8D98A43AA899D

http://youtu.be/RDDfkKEa2ls

http://youtu.be/6MUYsIjTKvk

http://youtu.be/4ct5_5kzh_0

http://youtu.be/IxDD4pfIa3I

http://youtu.be/q-r4DGx04gI

http://youtu.be/lOTc91lHbbQ

http://youtu.be/qrDM9NbgJHM

http://youtu.be/S8Bm6ydU6Fw

http://youtu.be/PBEO0PgA1mY

http://youtu.be/0sQhiHwdMXc

http://youtu.be/e_SG3Hg2Q8c

http://youtu.be/Vfc0lEnxEWs

http://youtu.be/w-AW5l6XqaQ

http://youtu.be/o0gBoV0ygJc

http://youtu.be/O9wXZ06Pqfg

http://youtu.be/7uMUQWuq9XI

http://youtu.be/iFR0w6wcXeQ

http://youtu.be/D0T1Vi4mDJY

http://youtu.be/Vyn73ARRKls

http://youtu.be/fOthspc9cIE

http://youtu.be/tW4nyzXPDbE

http://youtu.be/HZ_W3EAfp6I

http://youtu.be/30KfPtHec4s

http://youtu.be/G-R8LGy-OVs

http://youtu.be/slu9mxb2awU

http://youtu.be/HwFcjuXkjRQ

http://youtu.be/MBzx_3eOyZA

http://youtu.be/xabAcgvW0Zg

http://youtu.be/tL_Ea-LWwAc

http://youtu.be/jsTaF5gWDpM

http://youtu.be/yNfd9mxqyMk

http://youtu.be/payut3pRR_Q

http://youtu.be/8pibXy_prlE

http://youtu.be/7t9FRelqEf8

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http://youtu.be/8BBjUMC_CDY

http://youtu.be/6UE613nRFik

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http://youtu.be/1QztwBzcVaw

http://youtu.be/MwqdK1V1kOk

http://youtu.be/a5mYFJ4irxM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbXMQOulkpA&feature=share&list=UU6bGMnAB0bt7za034r8syAg

http://youtu.be/GiSauu_aJRw

http://youtu.be/GAXzicwhcHI

http://youtu.be/bfke97PmDa4

http://youtu.be/TOaSGmQjkq0

http://youtu.be/sGQS343GIsg

http://youtu.be/Xh0DTfXWXrQ

http://youtu.be/1sMnB45JJG8

http://youtu.be/VqPXUOuPgKk

http://youtu.be/tx65EeLk4Ro

http://youtu.be/lOTc91lHbbQ

http://youtu.be/NxpO-qu51pE

http://youtu.be/slu9mxb2awU

http://youtu.be/XIB564U1RV4

http://youtu.be/HwFcjuXkjRQ

http://youtu.be/PQ1B29G7ujg

http://youtu.be/nqQwrHoRuAE

http://youtu.be/jf0khstYDLA

http://youtu.be/syvQkviPdDE

http://youtu.be/pPdOK9w2P00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNqUnDzL5q8&feature=share&list=SP4FBBE16E3FAACDBA

http://youtu.be/RbF5tBCBRr0

http://youtu.be/TKvDcoE8AGc

http://youtu.be/SzH7HJLEJmc

http://youtu.be/VVJldn_MmMY

http://youtu.be/O90lSMmTjjo

http://youtu.be/5cecky3pvxc

http://youtu.be/4RXPJmqkxmI

http://youtu.be/8zYM-unUeNY

http://youtu.be/-3_SYhito-k

http://youtu.be/WbM3AnGupyc

http://youtu.be/ioktO7d-jvs

http://youtu.be/_V-LkoGhEfQ

http://youtu.be/o6KctnOYCVo

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http://youtu.be/bDkXugVdYAE

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http://youtu.be/SQnduidUkfw

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http://youtu.be/7FyEZD-FwKw

http://youtu.be/Ik8gEKzhsao

http://youtu.be/i28Fh6nTGyQ

http://youtu.be/hdMKVXsYeos

http://youtu.be/xducBSS0zwE

http://youtu.be/_2fkjQoUt-o

http://youtu.be/slu9mxb2awU

http://youtu.be/PQ1B29G7ujg

http://youtu.be/HwFcjuXkjRQ

http://youtu.be/XIB564U1RV4

http://youtu.be/VqPXUOuPgKk

http://youtu.be/dMKCldqkoHw

http://youtu.be/V01iOLbL72k

You have no idea what I could post, stuff that is a million times more attention grabbing than any dare devil stunt ever pulled. I can record me doing miracles like Jesus could do, and this is why I am on STOPPER-PAGES. I COULD POST UP BILLY AND HIS MAGICAL GLARY EYES, and I could post up two brothers on some deserted railroad tracks. It is pointless, because as Doctor Schorr said three months ago, “Mark, your brain is broken”. Yeah, OK, maybe it is, but decent folk don’t need to be told, that somebody broke it, and did this monster crime over many decades of time, with monster fucking cruelty. Calling them absolute textbook defined sociopaths, would not even begin to define their evil rotten jet black miserable icy cold souls. No hell exists bad enough for the people who have all done these things to me, NO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

ATHIESTS ARE HALF RIGHT, AND SO ARE THE CHRISTIANS; AND THEREIN LIES THE ETERNAL STRUGGLE OF PLANET EARTH. REAL THINKING PEOPLE TOTALLY ARE AWARE THAT THIS IS TRUE, AND MAYBE THE MOST DANGEROUS SENTENCE ON PAPER, ESPECIALLY IN THESE VERY FUCKED UP TIMES, AND MORE SHIT IS COMING, I HAVE SEEN, I AND KNOW. IT’S GOING TO BE BAD, AND FOR THAT, I TRULY AM SORRY. JUST HOPE IT DOESN’T TOUCH YOU; DEAR READER.

ANYONE UNABLE TO SEE THAT AN EVIL EMPIRE, THAT MAKES OLD ROME LOOK BENEVALENT IN COMPARISON; IS DESTROYING AN INNOCENT MAN, FOR SAKE OF THEIR DIRT BAG EMPIRE; YOU KNOW, BETTER FOR ONE TO SUFFER AND RAISE UP THE GREAT EVIL ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT EMPIRE USA, WELL, FINE; BUT IN THE END, THEY WILL HAVE HELL TO PAY. FOREVER AND FOREVER AND ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT EATING FOREVER. I PROMISE YOU THAT, FOLKS!!!! WHAT WILL THESE PUSSY CHEWING DIRT BAGS DO, AFTER I AM SOON GONE AND DUST??????????????? HOW WILL THEY SURVIVE? HOW WILL THE EMPIRE SURVIVE? CAN’T YOU SEE ONCE I AM GONE, THIS ENTIRE EMPIRE IS GOING TO BE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ TOAST; LADIES AND GENTS. CAN’T YOU REALLY SEE THIS OR ARE YOU ALL AS RETARDED AS A MILLION MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ ‘SPECIAL-ED’ CLASSES, ALL PUT ‘FUCKIGN’  CUNT TOGETHER; YO YO YO YO YO YO?????

The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.

The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.

I said it before, and I’ll say it again and again, even if lovely Twinbay hates me for it, good people; and you all may totally quote me;

“Oh boy, life stinks”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Resort results by:

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
 [ 21 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989

GREAT PEOPLE, I DEMAND MY PROPS!!!!!!! FOL
KS!!!!!! 

THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIALS ARE SUPER BULLISH. WILL BE UP 5,000.

As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. As to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and join, this is a major decision. I MEAN HAY, WHAT WOULD ANY OF YOU DO, BESIDES PUSH MY BUTTONS BY NEVER SO MUCH AS SAYING BOO, YO??????????????????????

THE ESS HAS A VERY SCARY SLOAGON THAT I AM NOT 100% IN AGREEMENT WITH. I THINK SOME ORDERS DO IN FACT NEED TO BE DISOBEYED. IF I WAS IN THE ARMY AND TOLD TO KILL TEN THOUSAND WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND WAS NOT GIVEN ONE REASON AT ALL, I DO NOT SEE HOW I CAN FACE AN ANGRY GODDESS AFTER PUSHING SOME BUTTON. SO THIS IS WHY I FEAR JOINING UP WITH THIS COSMIC FORCE FROM HYPERSPACE, I JUST CALL THEMNOW, THE HYPERSPACE-GODS, AND BASICALLY, THE AAT FOLKS SEE IT ABOUT THE SAME WAY THAT I DO. I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT ROOM WITH ALL THE MUSICAL AMPLIFIERS, AND THE HUGE SIGN ON THE WALL THAT WAS THEIR NUMBER ONE BELIEF SYSTEM.

“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”
“THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”

What I never told you about, my viewers; is that music was all done on KFP systems. I had to sit there that day gritting my teeth and biting my tongue half off with my mouth shut. I did not dare say that I invented it, I was thinking to myself. Later down the road, I learned I didn’t invent it, Diana’s brother did, and whispered the whole thing to me in a wild dream, back while living in Mantua, New Jersey, at 112 East 5th Avenue, in New Jersey, and only a short ways down the road from the department store where I was soon destined to meet Dave Roth in November of 1985, six years in the future, from then, when Donna Summer was dimming out a lot of my lights, sweet darlin’.

You’re clueless to how the MIND REALM makes things all happen, in normal 3-D life, as well as in transdimensionally effected hyperspace. We’ll still be exploring this a lot, because in order to keep moving successfully along with discussing the sixth dimension, we never can stop seeing and picturing complex ongoing events inside a controlled hyperspace game, where the gods sit back and have the time of their life at the greatest reality show ever produced, and who first had to engineer the game’s intrcacies by existing as a mortal counterpart dreaming down off of the Plank-Realm, so the show would all get going, and then they can switch the gears and become the once actors/now audience. Soon, this type of entertainment will find its way here in mortal world EW circles, it has to, it is always copying what happens on higher Astral Planes of existence. All this reality show shit, and game shows, and talent shows, all this nonsensical crap, it all exists in higher realms, and filters itself then down to here, slowly, but surely.

HAY, READ BELOW; WAS I RIGHT FOLKS, OR NAUT?

I HAD 100 MAJOR HORRENDOUS OTAMMIC  ASSAULTS OVER THE PAST THREE WEEKS, BACK TO BACK. I FEEL QUITE CONFIDENT THIS IS BY NO MEANS OVER, AND WILL TELL YOU WHY IN A SHORT WAY. SO ALL COLLEGE HAZING PEEPS,  SHOULD BE READING THIS BLOG. I PROMISE YOU THAT, KIND FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now peeps, this was a lot more than just a monstrous ‘Hitler-like’ inhuman and monstrous attack, against another human being, made of mere pathetic weak flesh and blood!!!!!!!!!! Rather, this was the start of a new age in my life, AGAIN, perhaps, and only time can and will tell. POLLUTION COMMERICALS WITH MY VOICE ON THEM IN THE LATE 60’S, HIT SONGS LIKE UNDER THE BOARDWALK, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, BRAH! Well, break or no break, Kitkat or no Kitkat bars of quintessential yummyness, and hacked mouses all notwithstanding, Stacey Jack-hack-attack Lattisaw of 1982; please watch over me old friend from 10 years even earlier than this in Daniel Mackey’s class at Wormhole Cooley Hall, as I am getting super loud noise by neighbors since 5 and 6 this morning, and I am getting lots of computer hacking with this new worms in the mouse fucking crap as well, YO! This will only keep getting worse and worse, Microsucks Light-Bulb-HACKERS! This hacking is major, and it just started up five minutes ago about 5 minutes into this blog, Federal Bureau of investigation, and Federal Communications Commission, and Sheriff Ken Mascara, and Florida State Police, and Florida AG, Mizz Pam Bondi, MAHM!!!!!! I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU, BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME OR BELIEVE ME, PRESIDENT OBAMA, SIR!!!!!!

These mother fucking jerk off MILI-2-FAWCE SCUM SUCKING TOILET WATER DRINKERS woke me up with a sore throat, which happens very frequently during these periods of major fucking cock sucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULTS UPON ME!!!!!

ONE THING I HAVE LEARNED WITHOUT A DOUBT IN MY MIND OVER THE PAST FORTY YEARS SINCE MEETING JIM BURR IN THE LATE SPRING OF 1973, AND THAT IS THIS:

SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!
SATAN RULES EARTH!

SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSONSUNRAM AND DODGESLAM

Oh well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see that ever since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send it to me electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP OF THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP BACK ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude who knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in my life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection to music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type. He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this very same affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to for years, after saving to buy a high end drum set from a Philadelphia music store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to start up his Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason, and was not repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some mileage, maybe even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David Roth maintained his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to music, was HIS THING, as we ”sixties kids” used to say back in the great days. My friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart, just a little less successful, but Coral and Dorothy, where the name combination of Caldor was quite obviously derived from, were happy enough, if you and me should ever be so fortunate, crissake!

OCTOBER 27, 2014,
MONDAY MORNING AT 3:44, 
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING 58 WIND-CHILL,
DAILY RANGE TODAY SO FAR (H-59/L-58)

I’M LOVIN’ IT,MISTER MCDONALD, SIR, PLEASE, NO POKER HANDS, DREAMS, OR DANCING TO MY HORRIBLE ROTTEN MUSIC.THANK YOU.

FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS

Have any of you ever really wondered about where shadows go by day, the bright parts where they no longer are casting, shows or shadows, or both in the case of the darker ones I suppose, but all joking aside here lads and lassies, did you ever really wonder just how I am playing Goddess’s fave game with her, called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? She taught me to play this back on December 7, 1996 around 5 AM, if you see time and eternity in reverse, as most if not all mortals, tend to insist on doing? She wants me to guess who is an exploratron causing these to happen to me, and who is not. I will not lie to you for a second, and tell you that I understood what she meant when she taught me this game right shy of the time that 1997 came in. Still, we play, and we also play tag, she flies her kite that I bought her for her sixteenth birthday, and we have so many countless wonderful interactions in eternity. SARAH KRASSLE, MY BEAUTIFUL TEEN GODDESS, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART, ALL MY SOUL, ALL MY MIND, AND ALL MY STRENGTH. I AM YOUR DOGGIE ZERANNISS YANCY, AND YOU ARE MY BEYOND RED-WHITE HOT TEEN GODDESS, THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. I WILL NEVER EXCAPE YOU. YOU TAUGHT ME THIS ALSO, SHORTLY AFTER TEACHING ME THE GAME YOU LOVE MOST, “GTNOTG”.

NOTES TO MYSELF:

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00056 HAS NEWEST WEATHER BUG MAP WITH ALL LEGEND CODES, HURRICANES AND RIP TIDES.

Blue moon, large weather-bug photo, is on blog at ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00063.

 
Blue Moon, PHOTO COURTESY OF (THE WEATHER BUG PHOTOS).

ISN’T DIANA LOVELY HERE?

YOU SHOULD SEE HER AS MY TALL TEEN BLOND. YOU WOULD LOSE YOUR MIND!

THE GENIUS CHINESE AND THEIR MARVELOUS I-CHING!

OFF THE SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, THE WEBSITE FROZE ME, AND WOULD NOT ALLOW ME TO XXXXXXXX OUT, SO I HAD TO CLOSE THE OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM AND KILL THE COMPUTER MANUALLY, AND THEN HIT CANCEL WHEN THE FREEZE BROKE OFF, AND THEN I RE-STARTED TO REALLY CLEAR THE SHIT THAT HAD ME FUCKED UP, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL. I AM SURE THEIR DIRT BAG MARKETS ARE UP 500 POINTS, AND IS WHY I AM GOING THROUGH THIS INCREDIBLE DEATH SIEGE AND MAJOR FUCKING STEPPED UP THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE. IT SEEMS TO BEGIN IN MIDDLE LATE SEPTEMBER OF EVERY YEAR, AND THEN SLIGHTLY BACK OFF INTO OCTOBER FOR A FEW DAYS OR MAYBE A FULL WEEK, AND THEN POW, BACK IT COMES TWICE AS BAD AS WHERE IT ALL FUCKING BEGAN, HUH GREAT AND POWERFUL RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND 1978 CASINO, YO YO YO YO YO? I-CHING works very much like ESS, and the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS. IN FACT, IT WOULD SHOCK ME ABOUT 1% TOPS, IF THE I-CHING WAS NOT INVENTED IN A DYNASTY WHERE A POWERFUL ORIENTAL FAMILY WAS EXPLORING HYPERAPCE, AND WAS SHOWN THIS SOMEPLACE IN THE UNFATHOMABLY GARGANTUAN SIZED FULL HYPERSPACE. NO SHOCK VALUE AT ALL. THIS IS HOW I KNEW ABOUT THE RED XXXX DEAL, AND TOLD LOVELY LOUISE, FROM CAMP CHEASAPEAKE ABOUT IT AND HOW POWERFUL IT WAS, AND SHE LAUGHED, NATURALLY, BUT IS SHE STILL LAUGHING. THAT WAS 1967 AND 1968, AND SOMEWHERE BETWEEN 1984-1994, THE ONLY WAY TO LEAVE A COMPUTER PROGRAM WITH THIS NEW THING CALLED WINDOWS AND SOFTWARE, WAS TO CLICK ON A RED-X. AND I TOTALLY KNEW ALL THIS, NOT IN DETAIL, BUT I DID REMEMBER THE RED-X, OR JUST KNEW OF IT, SOMEHOW, WAY BACK IN THE MIDDLE LATE NINETEEN SIXTIES. CRISSAKE, EXPLAIN THAT, EXPLAIN BILLY’S GLARING EYES, AND EXPLAIN JUNE 21 OF 2008 WHEN WONDERFUL MARIAH CAREY PULLED THAT WILD STUNT ON ME IN MULLICA, NEW JERSEY, WHETHER SHE REMEMBERS THIS IS IN HER CONSCIOUS MIND OR NOT; ONLY SHE KNOWS, AND ONLY SHE IS TELLING, A VERY SELECT FEW, I AM QUITE SURE!

PEOPLE HATE “I TOLD YOU SO’S” AND THOSE WHO SAY IT, BUT NO ONE EVER WILL GIVE ME ANY PROPS, SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, JUST BE TORTURED AND TORMENTED AND NOT EVEN SAY, HAY MOTHER FUCKERS, LOOK, I TOLD YOU SO? FOLKS, DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO SIT HERE EATING LIZARD SHIT ALL DAY, AND NOT AT LEAST FIGHT BACK WHERE I CAN? YOYU HAVE TO BE OFF YOUR NUTTY ASS TO BELIEVE I AM GOING TO DO THIS! CRISSAKE SQUARED!!!!

FIRST OFF, I AM NOT A PSYCHIC, AND DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT WORD. I NEVER LIKED IT AS I FELT I ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD A DEEPER TRUTH THAT WAS BEHIND THIS PHENOMINON. I BELIEVE WE ALL HAVE EXACTLY FIVE HUMAN SENSES. SEEING, HEARING, SMELLING, TASTING, AND FEELING. NOW IT IS THAT FINAL ONE, FEELING, THAT MAKES ONE, MORE OR LESS SENSITIVE TO ‘COSMOS AND YOU’, AS SO FAR AS AN INTERACTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU;  SPEAKING QUITE EXTEMPORANEOUSLY. SOME FEEL LESS THAN THE NORMAL RANGING PART OF THE METER, IF SUCH A METER EXISTED. THESE WOULD BE THE SOCIOPATHS THAT COULD WALK UP TO A LOVELY YOUNF GIRL OR ANY CHILD, OR ANY OLD GRANNY, AND BASH THEM OVER THE HEAD OR RAPE THEM OR ROB THEM, AND SLEEP LIKE A BABY THAT NIGHT WITH NO FEELINGS OR EMPATHY WHATSOEVER FOR THEIR MOST RECENT DEALINGS WITH THEIR CO-HUMANITY. THEN THERE IS THE NORMAL PARAMETERS OF THE METER WHERE JUST TO MAKE IT SIMPLE, I AM GOING TO SAY IS 98%, SO THAT I CAN MAKE THREE METERS, THE 98 METER, AND THE TWO ONE PERCENT METERS ON EACH SIDE, WHATEVER IT REALLY WOULD BE AS I AM BUT GUESTIMATING OF COURSE. THE 1% ON THE LOWEST AND NO FEELING SENSE OR THE SOCIOPATHS ARE ON THEIR SIDE OF THE 98 METER, WHILE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF IT, WOULD BE WHAT PEOPLE COMMONLY CALL FOR THE PAST 50-100 YEARS OR SO, ”PSYCHICS”! NOW MANY TAKE THEIR GIFT OF ENHANCED FEELING, AND DOUBLE BUBBLE IT UP WITH, JUST AS THAT FANTASTIC CBS TELEVISION SHOW TAUGHT US ALL, AT LEAST ME AND I’LL BE FIRST MAN AT THE GATE TO ADMIT IT; SHALL I SAY, THE CARNEY SHOW. THERE ARE SO MANY TRICKS AND YES, THE DEFINITION OF A MENTALIST, JUST AS IT SHOWS ON THE SHOW, IS ALL REAL, AND YES, LEARNING ALL OF THIS MAKES ONE VERY ADEPT AT HANDLING THE WORLD AND ESPECIALLY IN SOCIAL CIRCLES, BUT TAKE THAT AWAY, AND THERE IS STILL A ONE PERCENT WHO DO INDEED HAVE A HIGHER TUNED SENSE OF FEEL, IT IS NOT A SIXTH SENSE, BUT JUST THE SERNSE OF FEELING, MUCH HIGHER TUNED IN, AND WITH PRACTICE AND AWARENESS TO THIS BEING THE TRUTH, YOU WOULD BE SHOCKED AND SURPRISED, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DISCO DIVA DONNA SUMMER ON AN OLD LATE 70’S RECORD ALBUM; JUST HOW ANYONE, CAN FINE TUNE AND HONE IN THEIR SENSE OF FEEL, BASICALLY AS TH ESAYING IS GETTING A BIT FAMOUS FOR RECENTLY, ”TURNING IT UP TO AN ELEVEN”, AND WHO KNOWS, POSSIBLY A 12, A 13; AS I SAID, WHO KNOWS? BUT FORGET ALL THIS 6TH SENSE CRAP. IT IS 4 SENSES, AND THEN THE FEEL-SENSE, TUNED EITHER LOW,   HIGH, OR AS I SAID, TUNED AROUND THAT AVERAGED-NORM OR MIDDLE 98% SOMEWHERE, GIVE OR TAKE; WHATEVER IT REALLY IS. HOW CAN I POSSIBLY KNOW THE EXACT NUMBER? I AM JUST A BIG FAT ASSHOLE NOBODY, BUT, I HAVE IDEAS, REVELATIONS; AND I DO KNOW THE GODS; WHETHER ANY ONE OF YOU OUT HERE,  EVER WISH TO TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY OR NOT. THIS IS NO SKIN OFF OF MY MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’  NOSE; I PROMISE YOU KIND PEOPLE!

The reason for a lot of this death siege since late September this year, was the PARALLEL EVENT, but not just the stock market, remember there is an evil trilogy here, the DOW JONES, THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HOCKEY TEAM, AND THE PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM. A lot of this was all because the preseason for the hockey sport was opening up and had been around, and the lousy cheating Flyers who rely on hurting me to get their WINS, as you personally witnessed last weekend; were not going to allow themselves to sink any lower, so they struck me, and of course, KAPONG;  they won. I posted the stats for all to see on my previous fuckiGN blog. While I was pasting in these FLYERS STATS, this is when the airplane began illegally buzzing me and circling this building early on Monday morning, over and over and over. No hacker assholes, not an Dover an Dover. GET A FUCKING LIFE, you pathetic fuckiGN people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE LOVELY TWINBAY, AND SURFER FONTANNA!

So here I am, about to give what I thought was a pretty good report, but I admit, I knew it could have been better, and the previous night I was planning to make some nice additional finishing touches that would have sealed the deal for getting an ‘A’ on the project, but my good old mom who loved to annoy me and fight with me over any possible fuckiGN thing she could think of, was her dependable fuckiGN self, and caused me to be too pissed off to finish, and I figured, fuck it, go to sleep, it is good enough. Well, Bruce Pennock finished his report on good old Planet Jupiter, following Donna Olivetto  delivering a fairly nice report on Mars, if I am at all remembering this rotten fuckiGN day with any great accuracy that my great memory normally affords me to be able to do. Now it was my turn, and you all know if you read my first two years of blogs, in 2006 and 2007, I detest getting up in front of any crowd of people, I cannot deal with it, it is beyond what entertainers call ‘stage freight’, not that I wasn’t frightened, and shook while doing it so violently that my papers nearly fell out of my hands on two separate occasions. I could hear the first row of girls giggling at me, for my shitty presentation and the way I shook like a scared twelve year old, asking his first crush to be his girl. Between my rotten presentation because I was so horrible at performing in front of people in any way at all, definitely not a ‘LFLD’ thing, but between this and my sort of less than Pennock-Perfect report, I finished it, sat down, and the teacher said to me, and i’ll never forget it if I live to be a decillion fucking cunt years of age in this lifetime, the goddess forbid: “Mark, your report was in complete”. I got a ‘C’, Bruce and Donna got an ‘A’; and the two others that participated in this planet report project, got a ‘B’. So why was I spinning all around like Surly on the fuckiGN 3-Stooges, laughing my ass off when that little stupid agenda-creation aired on TWC around middle morning yesterday, you ask me? Simple folks. I was thinking that the real thing missing here, was Mildred Young, my once great teacher at Cooley Wormhole Hall, huh Bob McDowell, Now Chairman of the FCC; as this would have earned TWC the very same negative but true comment from this very skilled and great teacher, Misses Young. I was picturing in my fucking head, the short-spot ending, and then her being right there in that new lab of theirs, and Donald Cousin Trump standing there scowling, and then hearing her say to all of them, “Your report was incomplete”, as folks, you can bet your ass I am not easily fooled and fucked with, and I am not SHEEPLE, Mister Alex Jones, sir. This really needed Misses Young to be resurrected and brought to The Weather Channel (TWC), so she could have chimed right in with that great sentence of criticism of hers. If any report was ever the quintessential of incompleteness, THIS WAS IT, and it is funny, usually shit like this is aired over and over; and it is almost as if they knew I was a day in the future, making fun of it; and rightfully so, as much as I love and enjoy ‘TWC’, despite despising their owners; the garbage NBC NETWORK, as they were around before garbage NBC bought them out, just as DISNEY was around, before ABC plucked them up. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Many people need to be in mother fuckiGN prison, they all know who they are without me saying one more word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CAN’T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY. I CANNOT FORCE THE AUTHORITIES TO EVER GET THIS SHIT STOPPED AROUND ME, THAT I HAVE HAD TO SUFFER FUCKING THROUGH, FOR NEARLY THIRTY GOD DAM ASS YEARS.  AND I CANNOT THINK OF GETTING ANY HELP FROM PAM BONDI OR STATE AND FEDERAL AUTHORITIES IN ANY CAPACITY; NOT WHEN I HAND THEM DECADES OF INDISPUTABLE EVIDENCE AND ALL THEY CAN THINK OF IS SENDING MY TO A FUCKING CUNT SUCKING ASS SIKE WARD!

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Do you think that other things were not going on, that were about as spurious as a happy starving lion; during not only the Haddonwood times, but ever since my days working at the RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, PEOPLE? There are so many clues to point to the facts that I will never understand SARAH KRASSLE, but that like the Q-GIRL, on Star Trek-TNG, the 1992 episode; where I feel like Riker Rag Doll, in her lovely mouth; instead of her coming to her senses and ending the little adventure with her as princess and him as the abducted lover against his will, who she then made suddenly fall in love with her, real life ain’t fictional television, but ki do believe that I both enemies, AND FRIENDS, in the EW (Entertainment World), and that covertly, the only way they dare and stay in power, make shows like this, for me, and only for me, to draw on, in the future, when it all comes into my actual STM illusion, and need those extra cylinders to kick in and get my car up that mountain. I did not need this in 1992, but I did need to come to an understanding of the great SSJKK, and with this knowledge from the great Roddenberry show, this was like chugging up the mountain and then the four barrel part of the engine, kicking in the needed power, RIGHT ON Q, pun intended. None of you see what I am up against, or if you do, you stay silent and smart, if this second part is what is true, I suppose you all are to be commended, as why should you die for me, and who made you my personal heroes, just because you happened to stumble onto my lousy stinking fucking blog? There is no escaping this wild and beyond marvelous white hot eternal all powerful TEEN QUEEN. She is exactly 16 years old every second inside of our universe and all of our universes in what is called the 5-D multiverse of hyperspace.

DID SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY’S GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN??????????????????????????

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

BOTBAR, meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin’ RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!   

I have no idea why people think I am so fascinating, and copy so many parts and pieces of my life, but I am complimented that I mean so much to you all these years. This brings us to a question that you won’t like, people. What are you going to do after I have gone forever away???????????????? Hay, if Jim Burr can ask these hard hitting questions of me regarding my mom, and he sure happened to be right on the fuckiGN ass money on that one, but still, then I can ask this of all of you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO MATTER WHO SAYS WHAT; THIS BLOG WILL ALWAYS BE, UNTIL IT IS DEAD AND COLD, THE ONE AND ONLY,

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I fucking told you I can read the signs, lads and lassies!

SATAN IS ALIVE AND WELL. WHENEVER THE IDIOT NEXT DOOR PLAYS VIDEOGAMES ALL NIGHT LONG, YOU KNOW SOMETHING’S BREWING/////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\, BUT I DOUBT THAT EVEN THE MAGICAL MACHINE CALLED KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, WILL FIX THE NIGHTMARE I AM IN. ALSO FOLKS:

SATAN INVENTED KEYBOARDS FROM P.H.

SSSSSSSOMETHING IS UP!

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO, WHAT IS IT, ART CRANE?

I TOOK MYSELF OFF THAT LINKED-IN CRAP LAST NIGHT, ONCE AND FOR ALL. I DON’T NEED THAT SILLY GAME FROM PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. DO ME A FAVOR PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, SINCE YOU REFUSED TO FORGIVE, AND BE A MAN; AND JUST WANTED TO PLAY GAMES, AS MANY IN MY OLD HIGH SCHOOL DID, WHEN I GOT ONTO FACEBOOK FOR A SHORT WHILE, BEFORE CANCELLING THAT OUT AS WELL; JUST FORGET I EXIST, AND WE WILL AGREE NEVER AGAIN TO NOTHER EACH OTHER OR SEND ANYTHING, ETCETERA. I WILL ALSO AGREE THAT STARTING WITH MY NEXT BLOG, I WILL NO LONGER MENTION YOU, OTHER THAN PERHAPS IF THE TOPIC OF SOMETHING COMES UP THAT NEEDS MY SAYING SOMETHING, I MAY GO AS FAR AS SAYING, “YOU KNOW, THE UNMENTIONABLE PEOPLE”, AS YOU ARE BUT ONE OF SEVERAL ON THAT LIST. I WILL BE A REAL GOOD BOY, AND STOP DOING OR SAYING ANYTHING TO AROUSE YOUR WRATH. BUT IN HIGH PROBABILITY SIR, THIS BLOG WILL BE OVER AROUND THE HOLIDAYS, ONCE AND FOR ALL. I AM NOT GOING TO KEEP WASTING MY TIME TYPING ONLY TO A FEW PEOPLE WHO READ ME AND LAUGH, AND REFUSE TO PLUG OR PROMOTE ME, BY HAVING ANYONE ELSE THEY KNOW, LEARN OF MY BLOGS.

 

WHEN YOU NO LONGER HAVE MY BLOGS, YOU WILL BE SHOCKED JUST HOW MUCH YOU’LL MISS THEM, AFTER THEY HAVE BEEN GONE A WEEK, A MONTH, A SEASON. I WILL GET OTHER HOBBIES, and MOVE ON WITH MY HELLISH FUCKING LIFE.

MY STORY TELLS ITSELF; so suppress it that you want to, lovely world. It is truth, absolute truth.

And with or without all of the Shakespearean players on the great stage of life, there still is an audience out there ‘somewhere’. Morianity is seeking the truths about detailed questions pertaining to just this. You don’t perform a great concert or play, to an imaginary crowd that is only there in your fantasies. That’s just common sense to anyone’s mind unless they are bomb-drunken out to la-la land, or completely brain damaged to begin with. And I said none of this. It was all William Shakespeare’s great ideas and philosophies. I take zero credit for any of that, do not attempt to ever give me any, please.

HI THERE PRETTY CHRISTMAS MOON, AND WHERE IS
YOUR FRIEND THE RED ORANGY MOON TONIGHT, AS YOU HAVE ECLIPSED IT SOMEHOW.

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Holy crap, the mind realm will take about ten thousand fucking years for me to even start explaining stuff about, in ways folks can relate it to shit in their own personal lives. Without this, I am just wasting a lot of time, theirs and mine!

*******SUICIDE – OR WAS IT?*******

BY Grace Mason, in her original words, in the year of our Lord, AD 1977.

Upon recovering from what appeared to be a suicide attempt, my thoughts centered around others who did not survive ”apparent suicide”. There must be numerous cases where the person did not intentionally plan to take his or her life but never lived to affirm it.

The furtherest thing from my mind that night was suicide. Yet I had taken sixty tranquilizer pills, which would certainly indicate I had tried to commit suicide. Other circumstantial evidence would further convince anyone as I had hidden the prescription bottle in a boot in my closet before passing out. There also would appear to be logical reasons for the overdose I’d taken. But,  I had no idea of suicide when I downed those tranquilizers. I merely wanted to forget what had just happened.

The complete story is on another blog, seek and you shall find. But knock on another door, I sleep late in the morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or just ask me nicely, and I’ll paste it in for you. WEEEEEEEEE! GOT TO ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00067 FOR THE FULL UNBROKEN STORY WRITTEN IN 1977 BY MY MOM, REGARDING HER ”SUICIDE” ATTEMPT THAT SHE SAYS WAS NOT REALLY AN ATTEMPT. AND SHE MAY BE TELLING IT STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thank you, Cal Smith and Katrina Le, but I have a small whittle question 4U dudes and duddesses.

Shortly, I plan to have the new employee of the local STAPLES STORE over here, so the Crime Watching Spies down in my lobby reading this, on their fucking cell phone computers and tabs, can know this in advance; as they will learn of it when it happens, aniwho. I am planning on telling my new guru that I need help in networking and getting a major story out to this world. My already nearly seventy thousand views at least puts a real and plausible blog in front of them, not a little four year old’s toy. Still, nothing like what I want or need to have happen, and this is what I am asking you two about, although I doubt you will have time to read my words here, and then e-mail me back, but I can hope, and then if you don’t, then it is off to plan B and going over to Staples in November. I WILL DO WHAT I NEED TO DO, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, WITH OR WITHOUT ANY ASSISTANCE FROM ANY SWIFFER MOPS OR ANY RIAA SONGS FROM THE EIGHTIES!!!!

There are a large group of folks who don’t have a clue that my blogs (Morianity and Mountainpen) so much as exist. I am like a star in a galaxy. I may shine bright and be potentially extremely powerful, but I am still one star in a galaxy. Only those who have become knowledgeable on how to successfully network themselves online in this new age ridiculous world, ever get a real following, no matter how great or lousy their material may be, be it literary, musical, or whatever. If you are not known about, a count such as mine, is quite miraculous and nothing to sneeze over. Still, when we break down the specifics of it all, it is 50 or less people around this globe, most I either know, or are part of this wild family of 1970, but this leaves at best 5-10 unknown REAL READERS from the public forum, and this is wasting my time. The reason I persevere onward, is the hope for growth, and I have come to face the fact, that unless I can properly do what the internet word called NETWORKING THE SOCIAL MEDIA, despite having many powerful enemies, there are ways for folks to at least know I am here and then they can decide for themselves if Morianity is worth anything to the general population or not, and the buzz can then either spread to kill me completely, or spread to send me into, perhaps not stardom, but a count with one or two more zeros after the far right digit. Again, I am very appreciative for my count and fore those who go up and view this blog, this sometimes quite angry, mean, name calling, unpleasant blog, but you know what folks. It is a blog where a very hurt and persecuted old man, tells the story straight from the shoulder, and straight from my heart to your hearts. Those who don’t like my truths, like PPPPPPPPPPPP, call me and threaten to kick my ass, or ignore me, but the fact remains, I DO NOT LIE, nor am I deluded, as this story from my childhood to this present second, is all totally real and true, and I have no reason to sit here faking, hoaxing, making up a bunch of stupid crap, and involving many many powerful INNOCENT other people. The truth simply is, they are involved with my life or were, and they are far from innocent, on many many many many many freaking thinks, people!!!!

I WORKED IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS, as a tape duplicator from 1979-1981 in Camden, New Jersey; and you cannot be in a place like RPL Sound Studio for nearly two years, without meeting people, and picking up a lot of powerful knowledge about the industry. It simply is impossible; especially for someone who by nature, is a very strong seeker,  and is never tuned out; not while in bed, or out of bed, or anywhere. I see, I know, I hear, I look, I listen, I feel; and I keep right on going every time the world tries to knock me on my pitiful little ass for doing just this, as many powerful Scott Ransom people get quite irate and up set and as he put it in 1988 in my car one day, ”disgruntled” with nobody-types like me, learning too many secrets!

So moving this along people; I was in a deep trance, and had just engaged our fleet of ships, owned and controlled by Sir Duma Argon, my eternal friend in the Purgatory, which is basically, the entire Astral Plane, except for two areas that are not the Purgatory, one being DOGTOWN, or what you would call as mortals, HELL, and the other being SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or what you would call as mortals, HEAVEN!

So making a long story as short as humanly possible, Diana and I were on my airship, called, the RICKTOWN-1, a part of the DUMA ARGON FLEET PATROL, a privately run operation that basically is against and at eternal odds, with the powerful one third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, an ASTRAL PLANE FORCE quite formidable to say the dam least, lads and lassies. I had just bombed out the entire BRIGGBASE and thought I had targeted a huge group of enemy bogey airships of theirs, only, somehow they engineered a real wow-plan against me, and I physically died back here in body. I awoke to a severe heart attack at around 5:15 this morning, and a fire alarm sounding. When Engine 15 got here, they went to the apartment next to James across from my unit and down one to the very end unit of the west wind on this floor number six. They told me that smoke was all in there, and they did not know why or how or anything. Then I realized I was in Astral Body, asking them this, as when I shut my door and walked back to my bed, there was my physical body laying there dead from a massive heart attack. Then a lovely bluish white circle appeared at my window and I walked out beyond my window and saw the firetruck below me about 70 feet or so, saying “ENGINE 15” on top of it. I was in Sahasra Dal Kanwal in a couple of seconds after this, where Almighty Sarah Krassle told me she loves me so much, and is tired of seeing my blogs filled with stuff like IWALU, and not obeying her, this is between us, and nobody else, so the details will be omitted to what she and I were talking about. The next thing I knew I remember saying I will obey and can I come to your sweet 16 party, and as some know, no boy can ever go to this special ALL-GIRLS-PARTY. She laughed and reminded me of this, and said I have to go home now, and gave a shove while giggling at me. Then I awoke and all of my chest pains were as though I never had them at all. I could hear yelling and pounding out in the hall, and it was Engine 15 guys trying to get into that apartment next door to James’ place. When they finally left the apartment after opening the door themselves, as the police and fire have a master key to all public housing anywhere, not just here, it is the law I believe, don’t quote me. Still, I have a lot of information because I know a hell of a lot of powerful people, whether or not they will publicly ever admit shit to any of you or not, truth is truth! I opened my door a second time by my reference frame, but really it was the only time, physically; and asked the firemen what was what, and they said we don’t know where the smoke came from, it was just all in that unit all of a sudden and set off the alarm. Later on before all was said and done, I was back in a lighter trance with Diana, and I asked her what happened, as I thought for a second, I had been bombing and then fell out of trance and into a dead sleep. She told me I was in a dead sleep, without the sleep. That I had died, and that I better be careful of these Lambriggers that I am fighting with my pal Duma Argon. The Philadelphia local news broadcasters know all about this, for anyone out there who is real interested. They got tongue tied after reading a blog back in the first couple of years of these blogs, and said Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron, during the event where the military base was attacked by some local nutcase, near Lakewood Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I appreciate that little pun, and he is not here any more, right John E. Davis and Lou Sauce, and all you Philly music industry crumbs, Lenny, Sigma garbage, and those twoo butt-wipes who think they’re god almighty. Give me a dam break, Mizz Leo, in or out of 1985, YO YO YO YO!!!!

Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida, the great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy and on your toes. They are here now shutting off another fire alarm, they were here shortly after I posted my last blog around five or a little past this dark morning, and I cannot remember if they were here in-between. When I need to sleep, I sleep with professional ear plugs, and even though I may awaken to this, I fall quickly back to sleep with my head buried beneath pillows, and forget it completely. Still, we are fined, the building is anyway; every time they have to come out, unless a legitimate fire is accidentally started, following any official arson report made and filed with the police. In my three and a half years living here, only one fire happened, a small grease fire right below me on the first floor, and they had the water hoses going quite a while. My blogs make mention of this, and I was doing a blog at the time this was going down live. No pop ups, no VH1 time changes, no playing with hyper-dimensional realities, no nothing, misses Ness-1-2-3! Ain’t no stopping any of this baggage I would suppose, huh Diana? Diva’s, what I can say, we can’t live with them or without them, Jerry Springer and Mizz Zebriski! WO BILLY H!

Oh Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so you’ll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above the night scys of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by light of day, only don’t tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Thank the Almighty that I only had to suffer through this once, and did manage to GET OUT OF THAT ONE, Marx Brothers!

I rarely do blogs in excess of 110 fucking cunt pages, but when I do,guess who gets me good with her filthy fucking ONES-ASSAULT on me? You got it, dirt bag whore JANE the muscle girl activist bitch water witch, let me dam ass compensate with a few rows of lovely fives, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze people, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!

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I COULD NOT A PERSDON MORE THAN I HATE YOU, MISS BITCH ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My pal, and Chairman of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972, at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms, belonging to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they belong to, Mister and Misses Marola, maybe; so may I ask you this now, Misses Marola, without you ripping me, and half of the classroom to shreds, with your awesome powerful bare hands; you lovely luscious beautiful woman?

Oh the gods, have mercy and take pity on this mother fuckiGN poor persecuted soul, namely, fucking dam ass poor little me, YO, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me, They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland Avenue, back in July of 1985 through March of 1985, when I left Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.

OH LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:

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Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nts home, Mister Albert Pileggi, CONGRESSMAN, NOT YET OF COURSE, ROBERT ANDREWS; of whom ‘PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP’, insists there are more than one of you living over on OAK STREET, in HADDON HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY; in the time circa of 1975-1980. It’s laugh time, all prophetic  reversals, throughout the history of humankind! WEEEEEEEEEEE AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!

There are no ONE WAY STREETS, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Thinking long and hard about this, puts many things in your own life, in an entirely new light; whether or not you are aware of this great truth, folks.

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MARK WAYNE MOHR——–1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014

About me
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paranormal researcher
Location
Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Fun is replaced with ‘intense’.
Interests
I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies
all old movies
Favorite Music
most old music
Favorite Books
gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future
You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother.
Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay, JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!

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I was one month at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was on the night of June 4, 1983. I’ll bet Doogie Howser remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into humankind’s consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND, in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me, uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets and visions, huh traveler Saint John, cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan????????? Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB, like fucking WOW!!!!

KIND FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE, AND NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE INTENTIONAL DISINFORMATION OUT ON TH ENET, AND THE OTHER HUNTINGTON CURSE. OH LIBRARY LINDA, I AM SO HAPPOY YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS MADE IT BIG WITH YOUR ANCESTRY DOT COM WEBSITE. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, GLAD TO BE OF SOME SMALL SERVICE BACK IN 2010; TALL LOVELY GODDESS. W—O—W!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE OF THIS CURSE, ONE PERSON IN THIS FAMILY FOR 2000 YEARS, BEARS THE BURDON OF THIS, RIGHT MORGAN COLLINS OF DARK SHADOWS???????????????????????????????

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
~~~~~~~    My life is total hell!    

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A HUGE FUCKING MOUSE HACK, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, KIND SIR. I NEED HELP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

This is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?

 

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 002

THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 002

WELCOME TO THIS WHITTLE NON-TWEETY-BIRD BWOG FWOLKS. THESE PC MACHINES ARE INDEED AMAZING. IT IS NOT SO MUCH A QUESTION OF WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH THEM, IF YOU KNEW EVERY SINGLE THING POSSIBLE THAT YOU COULD KNOW, BUT MORE LIKE, (WHAT CAN’T YOU DO WITH THEM?) SPEAKING OF KNOWING A LOT ABOUT THESE PERSONAL COMPUTERS, MISTER FCC MCDOWELL, THEY JUST HACKED OFF A WORD AND I HAD TO HIT THE ‘UNDO’ ARROW TO ERASE THE LAST FUNCTION COMPLETED WITH THE MACHINE. NOONE SHOWED OR HELPED ME WITH ALL OF THIS, IT WAS ALL DONE WITH TRIAL AND ERROR, AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN IT WILL TAKE ME CENTURIES, AND THEN, IT WILL TAKE ME MILLENNIA TO LEARN WHAT THOSE NEWER SYSTEMS ARE CAPABLE OF DOING IF ONE WAS TAUGHT ALL POSSIBLE THINGS ABOUT THEM, SO THIS ENDLESS GEOMETRIC PROGRESSION WOULD POTENTIALLY GO ON UNRELENTED UNTIL AN ASTEROID STRUCK THE PLANET AND WIPED OUT ALL OF CIVILIZATION. BUT THAT IS NOT THE FUTURE, AT LEAST FOR A WHILE, NOR IS THE ENDLESS PROGRESSION OF COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY. SOON, THE ROBOTICS WILL CATCH UP TO THE SOFTWARE, AND THIS NEW HARDWARE WILL ALLOW FOR MANIKIN TYPE ANDROIDS TO BE BUILT, AND A LITERAL DOWNLOADING INTO A SUPER SUPER COMPUTER INSIDE OF THE HEAD, MUCH LIKE THE BRAIN OF TODAY’S HOMOSAPIEN TYPES, AND THIS DOWNLOAD WILL COME FROM AN EXISTING COMPUTER THAT LITERALLY CAN TAKE THE HUMAN BRAIN IN ITS ENTIRETY, AND DUPLICATE ITS VERY THOUGHTS, TRILLIONS AND TRILLIONS OF CONNECTED ELECTRICAL IMPULSES AND CHEMICAL REACTIONS AND A WHOLE MESS OF OTHER NICE THINGS. THERE IS NO QUESTION THAT HUMANITY IS EVOLVING, AS IT ALWAYS HAS AND ALWAYS WILL. BUT AS MY YOUNGER HYPERSPACE DAUGHTER WHO DID NOT LIVE PAST BIRTH HERE IN THIS WORLD AND IN THIS EXACT PARALLEL UNIVERSE, WOULD TELL ME, “DADDY, IT ISN’T LIKE MY INVENTION IS REALLY COMPLEX AT ALL. YOU ONLY NEED TO RE-LEARN WHAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT MOST OF EVERYTHING”, HER EXACT QUOTE, AS I HAVE HEARD HERR IN ”DREAMS” SAYING THIS TO ME SO MANY TIMES, I COULD HAVE SAID THIS QUOTE FROM HER, BACKWARDS. SHORTLY AFTER SHE WAS DEVELOPING THIS WHILE IN A PLACE THAT ALSO EXISTS HERE, AS THE HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER OF EGG HARBOR CITY, BUT OVER IN THAT PARALLEL UNIVERSE, IS CALLED HARBORFIELDS CORRECTIONAL FOR JUVENILE FEMALES. IT IS IN THE PRECISE SPOT AS IT IS HERE, AND MY HOME IS NEARBY, WHERE OVER HERE, THE ROUNDHOUSE MUSEUM SITS, AS TOLD BY ME EARLIER IN THESE ORIGINAL BLOGS THAT NEED YOU TO ARCHIVE TO GET TO, AND ALSO TOLD ABOUT, WAS THE MAN WHO SORT OF HELPS TO RUN IT AND EVEN WROTE A GREAT BOOK ABOUT IT IN STORY FORM, BUT HAS GREAT TRUTHS ALL HIDDEN INSIDE, MUCH AS DID MY BOOK FROM 1994, CALLED, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, AND HIS BOOK WAS CALLED, “SECRETS OF THE MUSEUM”. HIS NAME IS ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR. I CONSIDER HIM TO BE A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE, DESPITE MY DISAPPEARING FROM THIS AREA NEARLY FIVE YEARS AGO, AND NEVER EVER SPEAKING TO MY OLD PAL SINCE. STILL, HE KNEW ALL ABOUT EGG HARBOR CITY, AND LIVED THERE HIMSELF RIGHT ON THE MAIN DRAG OF PHILADELPHIA AVENUE.

BOB MCDOWELL, CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, THEY ARE INSIDE OF MY MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE, AND WON’T STOP HACKING OFF WORDS AND PARTS OF MY BLOG. I NEED SOME HELP, AND FROM YOU TOO, GREAT PILL MILL FOE FIGHTER, HOW ABOUT FIGHTING FOR MY RIGHTS TO EXIST AND SPEAK MY MIND WITH MY TRUTHS, AND NOT CHOKE TO DEATH, MIZZ ATTORNEY GERNERAL, PAM LOVELY BONDI??????????????????????????????

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ANYTHING THESE TURD CHEWING SKYLER TYLER LOVE-CHUNKS CAN DO, TO DIVERT ME AND WHAT I WANT TO SAY, AWAY; BY WAY OF THEIR HACKING-PERSECUTION; IS EXACTLY ACCORDING TO THEIR EVIL WICKED STINKING AGENDAS AND GOALS; AND IT HAS BEEN PART OF MY NIGHTMARE LIFE, FOR SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THREE AND SIX SOLID MOTHER LOVING ASS DECADES NOW, GOOD FOLKS. IS THIS ANYWHERE NEAR LEGAL OR FAIR?

I was talking to you about the invention of my wonderful lovely PEE. She insists on this nickname, and hates anything else, even though she is the exact opposite of what anyone would think of with a name like pea ore PEE, you know, tiny, as she is a giant teenager, who stands 85 inches tall now at just past seventeen and a half. I saw her only  a short while ago, you know, in powerful vivid dreaming interactions. When she was first  incarcerated at HFD, she was only seven and a half, back a decade ago, and in a parallel universe. She had invented all sorts of gismos, mostly computer oriented or related. Within a few years of me telling about one of her inventions, along came the ‘Three-D laser printer’ here in this universe. But her invention has more to do with what this blog speaking about. Right around the time that android technology becomes feasible to the point that most civilized cultures, sell them in high end speical large shops and only for the financially better off folks, men and women begin buying their mates, not marrying humans any longer. As they advance in technological ability, a setting can be adjusted by the buyer, using both a key and an access code, that allows a more obedient slave-type mate, or a more human type mate with an argumentative buffer pattern in the network system of the android MIND. Various levels all in-betwween can be set, at any time. Eventually ass with anything from television and automobiles, mass production and more affordable prices eventually come into reality through our present system of supply and demand and mass production. This all connects, so don’t think I am rambling on here people, please. Eventually, humans begin to envy their basically ageless mates, and they too want to be inside such a body that can be endlessly self-down-loadable. At this point, we advance to the real near ultimate stage in homosapien evolution. This would be the NCC-CLOUD, where we all live as one collective, and individually, inside a totally virtual heaven of ”anything and everything we could possibly want right at our fingertips inside of a computer generation. After-all, this is merely a downlining process that is how all of this reality all got here as well, inside the sixth dimension, the REALM OF MIND. This cloud in its individuality which would be all of those that join it and live inside of it, may wish to leave and return to the world here from time to time, and when we all do return, we really are still now a collection of zeros and ones. The entire internet is zeros and ones moving all around. So PEE’s invention allows the new-world PC systems to have towers to stand on, where a tube lifts up to enclose you, and you are reconverted back into zeros and ones and placed into the internet and sent to a receiving station where a three-dimensional laser-scanner or another tube-tower as PEE calls them, attached to another machine, would just reconstruct your pattern of zeros and ones. I made sure when I said all of this before, and I did talk about her invention before on earlier blogs, here and there; but I made sure NOT to go into all these details. The time was not ready for that. Now the time is ready. So we are talking about this. Life as anyone 60 and over knows fully well, will be totally unrecognizable when and if we reach our century mark age; quoting the acceptable broadcasters-lingo. There’s no going back, it only is going to keep right on racing ahead, humanity, by its strictest sense of the word, is about to be totally wiped out and destroyed within the lifetime of our children, and our children are totally brainwashed and madly in love with all of this social media junk, computerized junk, and holding our own personal universes in our hands or pockets 24-7, and so forth. We, the human race is already dead, and this was predicted by a real living flesh and blood Nostradamus, me, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, back in 1980 and 1981. Tom Glenn sang th esong and strummed his guitar, and I wrote the song, only I did not realize something inside of me, had written this song, and later would rewrite it in so many various ways, huh lovely Stephanie Taylor? If you’re out there, well, you know. I don’t freaking need to say one more dam word!

I CAN TAKE MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND SEE HOW FORCES IN THE SHAKESPEARIAN AUDIENCE ON TH EASTRAL PLANE, HAVE SCRIPTED AND MADE THIS GREATEST REALITY SHOW IN THE COSMOS, WITH ME AS ITS ABSOLUTE FUCKING STAR OF THE SHOW. THE STARS OF THE WORLD ARE LIKE THE STARS IN THE SKY, THEY ARE PLAYERS, AND EXTRAS, BUT THIS ENTIRE THING IS ALL ABOUT ME, EVEN THE DAM WEATHER CHANNEL KNOWS IT, OR THEY SHOULD, AS THEY ARE COUSIN DONNIE’S PEEPS; AND YOU KNOW; THE GOOD OLD MOTHER FUCKING WONDERFUL GAP-NBC NETWORK!!!!

OCTOBER 26, 2014,
BEGINNING EARLY SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:02, 
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR—(H-82/L-60)
HUMIDITY IS 50%, WIND CHILL IS 81.
WINDS ARE AROUND 0, WITH NNW GUSTS OF 13-MPH.

”I knew we’d be apart that day, until we’d meet again at JK”; right beautiful Paulaking2011, well, Microsoft wants me to say that, but really it would be Paula from 1969 and 1997, right? I will never make the mistake of telling you or our wonderful daughter, to be careful, sweetie-pie. Don’t want you all up set, lovely goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH I FEEL LIKE GOING TO THE SKATING RINK WITH SSJKK!

WOW DOES LIFE SUCK A BIG FAT FUCKING HARD PRICK AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED!!!!

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What civil rights? What constitutional rights? What human rights?

WHETHER IT WAS THE DAY NEAR THE HAMMONTON SKATING RINK OR LAST WEEK FROM THE GATES OF HELL (DOGTOWN), THEY PLAY DIRTY AND THEY PLAY UNFAIR, AND THE WORD HERO NEEDS TO BE PERMANENTLY REMOVED FROM A LOT OF MILITARY POWER, BECAUSE YES, THE BRAVE DUDES AND DUDDESSES THAT ARE FIGHTING AND DYING AND GETTING BADLY HURT, THEY ARE OF COURSE HEROS, BUT THE TOP OF THE COMMAND WHO IS IN CHARGE OF DOING THINGS SO DAM UNSPEAKIABLE THAT NO BLOG COULD HPE T TOUCH ON IT, NOT AND SURVIVE AND THE BLOGGER LIVE TO SEE DAYLIGHT; THERE’S NO DAM ASS HEROISM HERE. I PROMISE YOU THAT ONE WOMO-MO!!!

Yes it all began for me here, where Scylla sang our song for me, on June 4, 1983, and then 36 months later, boy did I wish I was never born, and still, Copyright Office 1084 examiners, JUST WHAT’S WRONG, and not with left or right stereo fuckiGN channels, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be in this lifetime, a “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”, with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although, as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion. What is this baggage, you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!

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Thank you, Cal Smith and Katrina Le, but I have a small whittle question 4U dudes and duddesses.

After I ask you this question, I will tell what I was MIND-HACKED by NCC-CLOUD-ESS (devil soldiers in old world lingo), made me forget to tell on my earlier previous blog.

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BEGINNING TODAY, SINCE THIS BLOG IS DYING, MANY OF MY POSTS WILL NOT ALL BE POSTED ON A PUBLIC ACCESS AVAILABLITY. I DO NOT GO BACK ON MY WORD. NOBODY IS GOING TO MAKE A DAM FOOL OUT OF ME. I ONLY NEED THIS TO KEEP MY SHIT SAFE, NOT TO MAKE ASSHOLES JUST LAUGH AT ME. UH-OH, I TOLD THEM GINA, LIKE WITH ALL ELSE, THEY DON’T BELIEVE ME! WELL HUNNY CAKES, THAT’S FINE, NOBODY SAYS THAT YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME. SO LAUGH, AND CHASE EACH OTHER UP STAIRCASES, AND HOPE FOR THE BEST. ‘REDICULOUS’, YOU SAY, CERTAIN JERSEY UNMENTIONABLES? WERE YOU TRHERE WHEN I DIED ALL THOSE TIMES SINCE HEADING OVER TO AUDREY HELLER’S CRIB IN 1982? WERE YOU THERE ALL 37 OF THOSE TIMES, MISTER KNOWITALL?

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HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.

I CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME, BUT THAT’S YESTERDAY’S NEWSPAPER AND ONLINE NEWS REPORT. WE HAVE MOVED ON, NOTHING DIES, NOTHING LIVES, NOTHING IS ALL THAT EVER CAN BE REAL. EVERY (THING) IS A DREAM-OUT, AWAY FROM THE VOID INFINITY OF ZERO DIMENSION.

 
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I HOPE YOU REALLY SEE JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE REALLY IS!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

This is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.

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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?