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I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPER 005

November 30, 2014

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Mark Wayne Mohr

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Introduction
Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests
finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies
Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music
Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books
Being specific is not as we 60’s kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.
When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you’ll drown?

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

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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM; WOW DO I JUST LOVE ROTTEN NOISY FUCKING NABES!!!! AHA.

        

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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Mizz Bondi, I am being major computer fucking hacked, ma’am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

SCREW YOU, FUCKING JERK OFF HACKER!!!!

People that have nothing better to do with their time than to mess with me since 1980. By god General Patton, you said it beautifully, ”I feel sorry for them, I really do”. Of course the after-part of your great wisdom applies as well. Let’s get some tanks greased now, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Audience

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic. Scan for whoever or whatever is hacking me and hurting my body and persecuting me to my grave, under all technologies, all orders, all systems, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B TONE Phasing Punishment Sequencing Systemgjfh lgkdfjfrugfhgfhtygfj, I have your, power gain cranked to the maximum of 11.8 inches per nanosecond, and all controls against your pull gain power levels are at maximum 11.5 IPNS. A crushed I-O is on your Transpower-Block, ready for your empowerization tones, the double ‘E’ sound, hear it from my own mind now, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
See the regular chapter, Morianity-3-Chapter XIV.
See expanded edition for what was posted at just shy of 9 PM, Thursday night, February 7, 2013, and is also the 16th anniversary of the day i met fucking jerk off McGuire on 10-SC Avenue the first time during my search for SARAH.

DON’T POST from this blog***************************

7:20 PM-EST-02/07/2013-THURSDAY EVENING
MARK WAYNE MOHR AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
ALL MY URL’S 2006-2013 ©

Also, still ongoing on Sunday afternoon, November 30, 2014, ladies and gentlemen reading Morianity and Mountainpen, its founder in early 2006; and those entities not within the scope or limits of L-4 classifications, etcetera;  good evening, and how the hell are you? My WOMO enemies have given me on a regular basis recently, dissing me is one thing since 1980 with their clever little stupidity, using your permitted systems, old buddy Bob McDowell, but also, non ending relentless fucking death attack on me as well. Think about it peeps. Could any of you really handle my mother fucking road and hoe? Could you live to rake up all my hell? Would you not see in your minds, this enemy fried in a skillet pan waiting to be tossed into a gigantic pile of liquid mother fucking pig shit for a nonillion fucking cunt years or so?????????????????????????

MISERABLE FUCKING ROTTEN WHORE JANE NOTFONDAU ONEBIT JUST NAILED ME WITH HER STINKING FUCKING CUNT ONES-CLOCK ATTACK, ON A PAGE ELEVEN OF TURD FUCKING CHEWING ELEVEN, SO I WILL NEED TO CUNT PHLEGM RAPE OR COMPENSATE, OR WHATEVER, MISTER ANDREWS SIR, OF 1975 AND 1980, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MORIANITY is over now. But me’ ol’ fucking blogs are not, and are basically me’ ol’ fucking SAFE-JOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JULIA WHITE’S CALENDAR 2, DAY 00017!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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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TIME TRAVELER JESSE AND THE RGG’S ALSO LONG GONE!

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
ALL LONG REMOVED FROM PUBLIC RECORD, GOOGLE HAS IT, WOMO!!!
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. LOTSALUCK CHOIR BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

VIDEO LINKS FOR BLOGS, FROM YOUTUBE POSTINGS:

http://youtu.be/b7SDlGBxgLs

http://youtu.be/yhbXDDSPkos

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

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HACK HACK HACK HACK JACK STACEY LATTISAW.

LAST NIGHT IT STARTED; doors, doors, doors, doors, Gee Whiz. As soon as I began this blog, I got major temporary heart arrhythmia’s, and this was followed by continuous doors, not real loud; but a lot of them out of nowhere, and is still ongoing, Misses Debbie Marotto, at 10:18 PM, on this seventeenth night in September of twenty-fourteen. THEN ALL HELL BROKE OUT ON THE DOT OF 9:30 THIS 18th MORNING, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLOWERS, AND FLORIDA,  AND ALL 1980 SPECIAL SONGS. ALL DAY LONG, HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM

HEAR MY VOICE PRINT IN MY MIND AS I TYPE.

SCAN ALL FUCKING JERK OFFS KILLING ME AND ATTACKING ME. USE ZD AND AD TECHNOLOGIES. I AM NOW MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN, A CRUSHED SINGED OBLITERATED IMAGE-OBJECT IS NOW PLACED ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. YOUR MAIN POWER CONTROL IS AT 11.8 INCHES PER NANO-SECOND, WITH THE CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR PPG ALL SET TO MAXED OUT POSITIONS OF 11.5 IPNS. YOU WILL GO TO AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWERING A WRECKED DESTROYED IO ON YOUR TP. ALL TRASHY FUCKING BASTARDS AND ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES INVOLVED IN INJURING ME THIS YEAR IN 2014, WILL BE TOTALLY OBLITERATED AND COMPLETELY UTTERLY WIPED OUT, AND DESTROYED.

YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE TONES AS THE A-TONE (HIGH) VISUALLY DISPLAYING THE LONG ‘EEEEE’ VOWEL SOUND, PRINTED IN BLUE. YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE TONES AS THE B-TONE (LOW) VISUALLY DISPLAYING THE LONG ‘EEEEE’ VOWEL SOUND, PRINTED IN RED.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-13, G-14, G-901, G-1133, UNDER CG5555, CG-2, UNDER G-917, CG-18, AND STOP!

My physical health is deteriorating daily. I have only been outside once this month, to pay rent and purchase some food. We will be in the twenty’s soon, so that is a nice little shut in period, if I must say so myself. I look anxiously forward to my death. I hope it comes soon and without too much more pain and suffering. What did I ever do to these god dam fucking people, GOD?????? This is a dying legal utterance and declaration, I WAS MURDERED BY THE MILITUFORCE, AND DEMAND JUSTICE AND INVESTIGATIONS AFTER THEY FIND ME DEAD IN HERE, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA STATE AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 30, 2014,
SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:15, 
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 56%, IT FEELS 78 DEGREES.
RANGE SO FAR IS (H-76/L-54).
WIND IS 6 GUSTING TO 21 EASTERLY.

LIKE WHO GIVES A FUCKING SHIT ANIWHO, CHEEZE WHIZ MCCOY AND HANNAH?????????????????????????

Some dirt bag is up in an airplane near me, hay there asshole, SUP YO DOGS?????????????????

GO SHAKE YOUR STICK PRICK, HACKER!!!!!!! I WILL CALL 911 IF THIS DOES NOT STOP, STATE POLICE AND LOCAL PEEDEE, JUST SAYIN’DUDES!!!!!!

EVERY DAY OR JUST ABOUT, THE DJIA IS UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-AND WAY WAY UP, AS TOLD!!!

NOW LET US EXAMINE JUST WHY THIS ALL IS!

LAST NIGHT IT STARTED; doors, doors, doors, doors, Gee Whiz, and golly gash darn mother cock sucking humping fucking late-eighties copyrighted musical  shit eating projects. WEEEE!
SAY WHAT JAY-JAY SILVERHANDS JEFFERSON, YO?????????? I SAID FUCKING WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MORIANITY AND  BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

© 2006-2014 MARK WAYNE MOHR

“CHAPTER 005”

I HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 IS OVER

THIS IS THE AFTER-MORIANITY PROJECT, FOLKS.

I am real fucking cunt tired of playground-prish in my adult life, but I’ll need to quantify shit a little here for y-all’s, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Words from parallel universes:

PRISH—–someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he’s a real prish.

See you soon, lovely Julia Flatliners Roberts!!!

Mayo Clinic in Florida
1.904-953-0853
2.8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Eastern time, Monday through Friday

GO TO GENERAL ORDER 1133, G-901, 6-1133, UNDER CG-2, CG-5555, G-189, UNDER CODED GENERAL ORDER 18, AND———————- S—-T—-O—-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I have an entire small dictionary of words from what you might call various dream-worlds, it really is alternate parallel areas of fifth dimensional hyperspace, of which, our entire four dimensional space time universe is a dot in a cosmic sea, sitting inside of. One word that fits recent comments on my blogs, not to be insulting or in any way mean, is the word prish. Let me past in something to here, from my NOTES PAGES on my document files.

Words from parallel universes:

PRISH—–someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he’s a real prish.

Just for the record, intelligent people take way more offense to prishish response, than if they came out and said for example, Hay dorkass mother fucker Mountainpen, you’re full of bullshit and I don’t believe a word you say on your stupid asshole blogs, so go to hell. FOLKS, this does not offend because it is that particular person’s full right to both have, as well as express, their opinion on an open forum as most normal blogs and bloggers are indeed open forums. Only pussies choose to software scan or opt into NICE COMMENTS ONLY, and many know how to do these things. But this proves only that you are or have a buddy or a paid guru that can indeed help you to set up that type of blog or website, etcetera. Hay, I am not saying we as human beings enjoy put downs, but a masty put down can get one thinking that maybe indeed, they do need to examine a point here, or there, as they blog away year to year. The real way to insult, is to find ways to bypass span software, and say shit to me like, do you want to buy a used car. This without actually saying it, is telling me to shove my entire blog that I worjk quite hard to do daily; right up places without any sunshine. So I get mad, and that’s my right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No insult will make me half as mad as this kind of very clever meanness.

I went out for the first time since that Saturday when I went to get fifty dollars cash for the cleaning lady. There are some real fucking jerk offs in this place, that don’t have the balls to confront me if they take issue with me on something, and take it out on my automobile, Fort Pierce, Police Department. Both times I had a problem with the dude across from me, first with the subs, then with the day of my cleaning and theft; I end up with one of my car tires with the air out of it. They don’t cut it, but they disable it. So I have to take the one spare FAF can from my trunk to get it up to where it is drivable, and then take it to the local town Hess station for free air, where I then fill it up. I had to adjust all four tires anywhere, as I try to do annually, even though my annual milage is less than most of your monthly mileages, folks. Simply put people, I don’t go places, I don’t do things, I stay here in my prison and try to be as left alone as possible, Sheriff Mascara, hopefully, that is not asking too much, or against any fuckiGN laws, sir!

 

The good news, is that tire is fixed, and the headphones were indeed replaced by another pair, as I suddenly seem to have purchased them earlier into this year somewhere, only not where I thought I did, so I was able to get off of the warm tea and stale cracker diet, and then went to purchase a little food at the Publix store. So my errands were Hess Station, Radio Shack, and Publix, and yes, I got a few fifty cent movie tapes, not the rapper, just two for a dollar VHS tapes, at the Good Will Store, with no whistler agent enemies to persecute me, or hand washing distant cousin families donating blank tapes that were not blank, sort of like my old “accidental-flip-sides” of long ago. I am a total believer in KARMA, but it must include full or 5-D KARMA.

Every time my property is messed with and damaged, the markets go up, it never fails, so I will be shocked, if their losses were not stopped today, after my learning this was done, all though, it was after the closing bell, that I got to my car, so if it is down today, I can assure you of 900 point jump up tomorrow, Wednesday. Also, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, I wish to swear out a complaint against this motor cycle fucking dirt baqg enemy, who has been on a real roll lately to persecute me here at my residence, with his gunning deafening sound illegally over and over to fucki with me, and I will indeed press charges on him, if you get him abd contact me on the matter. I will do likewise to the tire pancake person, most likely JAMES from across from me, but I cannot accuse, if I do not see the incident go down.

Fire alarms are every day without let up again, and anyone who ever wishes to check on this, can just contact Fort Pierce Fire Company over on Avenue D. Also today, there were lots of disapaited fucking chemtrails, AKA cough-trails, on or off Grant Avenue and I-95, and AKA causers of the following diorders medically: Asthma and related breathing disorders, throat conditions, sore, hoarseness, laryngitis, depression, fits of uncontrollable rage as described by the KING OF ALL PURPLE RAIN EVERYWHERE, the great PRINCE, from CNN, see the video on either my blogs or on the YOUTUBE directly, diarrhea and stomach cramping, and an entire host of both mental and physical conditions I will not waste my time listing. Many thousands if not millions of good and great videos are also available on the Youtube, if you type in CHEMTRAIL VIDEOS, after clicking onto YOUTUBE.

Yes, before I left on errands, I took a nasty shit attack, and did not realize the chemtrails were all over the place, disapaiting. This phenomenon of chemtrail dissipation, once an entire sky is filled to the brim with them, is also discussed on many great chemtrail videos on the Youtube, and other places online as well.

 I am going to be driving up to Jacksonville very soon, ladies and gentlemen. I have no dam choice. Live, or DIE! An dn ot just die, but die in monstrous fuckiGN agony, like anyone gives a dam fucking shit, CUZZ! Keep hating, I know I do, Donnie! You and me are couple of old ugly mother fucking haters from way bac, you just have a lot more cabbage than I do, otherwise we’re both rats on a stinking sinking fuckiGN  ship, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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, let us verify the parallel event of property damage as in the day of the headphones being broken and a big up day for stocks, I will be shocked if it keeps dropping. This has been going on since guess when, hay, just guess. Go ahead. Try 08-15-1986, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, good old David Charles Roth ladies and gentlemen; and his great love, “the sparkling giant JEWEL”.

I admit to knowing her Astrally as Jewelly the great Viqueen. Still, she is way more than just Dave’s great love, and SSJKK’s fave Viqueen. I promise you that, folks. His lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Anyone remember this little paste-in from a couple months ago somewhere?

OCTOBER 14, 2014,
TUESDAY EVENING AT 9:00,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY’S TEMPERATURE RANGE (89-74)
CURRENT HUMIDITY IS 92%, FEELING 82.
WINDS ARE EASTERLY 3 MPH, GUSTING TO 15.

wo wo wo wo Billy Harner! I hate those Honda’s, but those Saturn’s have really fucking cool ass safety belts, Stephanie Mills, so laugh that off and kick me down some stairs while you’re fucking at it, YO!!!!!!!! My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth? WOW, so many like you tried to tell me shit, back door style; and got fucking totally screwed for so much as even doing that little bit!

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

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© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014

MY BLOGS:
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Morianity Foundation
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

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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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SOME OF MY MOONS WERE OUT A WHILE AGO AROUND DUSK, AT THE MAGIC MOONS CHARTER SCHOOL!

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     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

/////////ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00048////////

I have an entire small dictionary of words from what you might call various dream-worlds, it really is alternate parallel areas of fifth dimensional hyperspace, of which, our entire four dimensional space time universe is a dot in a cosmic sea, sitting inside of. One word that fits recent comments on my blogs, not to be insulting or in any way mean, is the word prish. Let me past in something to here, from my NOTES PAGES on my document files.

Words from parallel universes:

PRISH—–someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he’s a real prish.

Just for the record, intelligent people take way more offense to prishish response, than if they came out and said for example, Hay dorkass mother fucker Mountainpen, you’re full of bullshit and I don’t believe a word you say on your stupid asshole blogs, so go to hell. FOLKS, this does not offend because it is that particular person’s full right to both have, as well as express, their opinion on an open forum as most normal blogs and bloggers are indeed open forums. Only pussies choose to software scan or opt into NICE COMMENTS ONLY, and many know how to do these things. But this proves only that you are or have a buddy or a paid guru that can indeed help you to set up that type of blog or website, etcetera. Hay, I am not saying we as human beings enjoy put downs, but a masty put down can get one thinking that maybe indeed, they do need to examine a point here, or there, as they blog away year to year. The real way to insult, is to find ways to bypass span software, and say shit to me like, do you want to buy a used car. This without actually saying it, is telling me to shove my entire blog that I worjk quite hard to do daily; right up places without any sunshine. So I get mad, and that’s my right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No insult will make me half as mad as this kind of very clever meanness.

I went out for the first time since that Saturday when I went to get fifty dollars cash for the cleaning lady. There are some real fucking jerk offs in this place, that don’t have the balls to confront me if they take issue with me on something, and take it out on my automobile, Fort Pierce, Police Department. Both times I had a problem with the dude across from me, first with the subs, then with the day of my cleaning and theft; I end up with one of my car tires with the air out of it. They don’t cut it, but they disable it. So I have to take the one spare FAF can from my trunk to get it up to where it is drivable, and then take it to the local town Hess station for free air, where I then fill it up. I had to adjust all four tires anywhere, as I try to do annually, even though my annual milage is less than most of your monthly mileages, folks. Simply put people, I don’t go places, I don’t do things, I stay here in my prison and try to be as left alone as possible, Sheriff Mascara, hopefully, that is not asking too much, or against any fuckiGN laws, sir!

 

The good news, is that tire is fixed, and the headphones were indeed replaced by another pair, as I suddenly seem to have purchased them earlier into this year somewhere, only not where I thought I did, so I was able to get off of the warm tea and stale cracker diet, and then went to purchase a little food at the Publix store. So my errands were Hess Station, Radio Shack, and Publix, and yes, I got a few fifty cent movie tapes, not the rapper, just two for a dollar VHS tapes, at the Good Will Store, with no whistler agent enemies to persecute me, or hand washing distant cousin families donating blank tapes that were not blank, sort of like my old “accidental-flip-sides” of long ago. I am a total believer in KARMA, but it must include full or 5-D KARMA.

Every time my property is messed with and damaged, the markets go up, it never fails, so I will be shocked, if their losses were not stopped today, after my learning this was done, all though, it was after the closing bell, that I got to my car, so if it is down today, I can assure you of 900 point jump up tomorrow, Wednesday. Also, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, I wish to swear out a complaint against this motor cycle fucking dirt baqg enemy, who has been on a real roll lately to persecute me here at my residence, with his gunning deafening sound illegally over and over to fucki with me, and I will indeed press charges on him, if you get him abd contact me on the matter. I will do likewise to the tire pancake person, most likely JAMES from across from me, but I cannot accuse, if I do not see the incident go down.

Fire alarms are every day without let up again, and anyone who ever wishes to check on this, can just contact Fort Pierce Fire Company over on Avenue D. Also today, there were lots of disapaited fucking chemtrails, AKA cough-trails, on or off Grant Avenue and I-95, and AKA causers of the following diorders medically: Asthma and related breathing disorders, throat conditions, sore, hoarseness, laryngitis, depression, fits of uncontrollable rage as described by the KING OF ALL PURPLE RAIN EVERYWHERE, the great PRINCE, from CNN, see the video on either my blogs or on the YOUTUBE directly, diarrhea and stomach cramping, and an entire host of both mental and physical conditions I will not waste my time listing. Many thousands if not millions of good and great videos are also available on the Youtube, if you type in CHEMTRAIL VIDEOS, after clicking onto YOUTUBE.

Yes, before I left on errands, I took a nasty shit attack, and did not realize the chemtrails were all over the place, disapaiting. This phenomenon of chemtrail dissipation, once an entire sky is filled to the brim with them, is also discussed on many great chemtrail videos on the Youtube, and other places online as well.

 I am going to be driving up to Jacksonville very soon, ladies and gentlemen. I have no dam choice. Live, or DIE! An dn ot just die, but die in monstrous fuckiGN agony, like anyone gives a dam fucking shit, CUZZ! Keep hating, I know I do, Donnie! You and me are couple of old ugly mother fucking haters from way bac, you just have a lot more cabbage than I do, otherwise we’re both rats on a stinking sinking fuckiGN  ship, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mayo Clinic in Florida
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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, let us verify the parallel event of property damage as in the day of the headphones being broken and a big up day for stocks, I will be shocked if it keeps dropping. This has been going on since guess when, hay, just guess. Go ahead. Try 08-15-1986, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, good old David Charles Roth ladies and gentlemen; and his great love, “the sparkling giant JEWEL”.

I admit to knowing her Astrally as Jewelly the great Viqueen. Still, she is way more than just Dave’s great love, and SSJKK’s fave Viqueen. I promise you that, folks. His lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Anyone remember this little paste-in from a couple months ago somewhere?

OCTOBER 14, 2014,
TUESDAY EVENING AT 9:00,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY’S TEMPERATURE RANGE (89-74)
CURRENT HUMIDITY IS 92%, FEELING 82.
WINDS ARE EASTERLY 3 MPH, GUSTING TO 15.

wo wo wo wo Billy Harner! I hate those Honda’s, but those Saturn’s have really fucking cool ass safety belts, Stephanie Mills, so laugh that off and kick me down some stairs while you’re fucking at it, YO!!!!!!!! My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth? WOW, so many like you tried to tell me shit, back door style; and got fucking totally screwed for so much as even doing that little bit!

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

On Blogger since January 2006
Profile views – 2992
© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014

MY BLOGS:
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Morianity Foundation
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

THIS IMAGE IS COURTESY OF WEATHER BUG AND
CHANNEL 12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION!!!!!!!!

 
Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.

Advisory Colors Key

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Flood Statement
I Hurricane watch/warning

“““OH FUCKING SHIT. 

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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HELP ME LIGHTNING, MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY BABY BLOND. PWEEEEEEEEEEZE ENDLESS LOVER GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My nasty attack on my poor old body and health today was at precisely where that graph for the DOW JONES stock market shown above, had that lowest dip of their trading  session, just shy of the half past three time. This program is trying to crash, Bob FCC McDowell, FBI, ACLU, all authority out here, and this is a fuckiGN cunt blatant violation of my god dam fuckiGN civil rights as a born American citizen, First Amendment to the United States Constitution, freedom of my protected fuckiGN cunt eating speech, YO BRO, and somebody’s getting fuckiGN sued and going to prison, WORLD COURT AT THE DAM HAGUE, BRAHH!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCC:

YOUR CREATOR IS IN DANGER, AND REQUIRES YOUR ASSISTANCE. ALL ORDERS, GENERAL AND SPECIAL.

ALL TECHNOLOGIES, AD AND ZD. SCAN ALL ENEMIES FIFTH DIMENSIONALLY, USE CRUSHED I-O ON YOUR T-B, UNDER THE ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/A-TONE, PPSS. SCAN ALL ENEMIES, AND DESTROY, WIPE OUT AND OBLITERATE ALL EVIL WICKED ENEMIES DOING ME IN, YOUR CREATOR, AND THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOUR PPG IS MAXED OUT TO 11.8. YOUR CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR PPG ARE ALL MAXED OUT TO 11.5. YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD-STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE A-B-TONES, AS THE LONG LETTER ‘EEEEE’ VOWEL SOUND, EMPOWER, AND WIPE OUT MY WICKED FUCKIGN ENEMIES.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO GENERAL ORDER 1133, G-901, 6-1133, UNDER CG-2, CG-5555, G-189, UNDER CODED GENERAL ORDER 18, AND———————- S—-T—-O—-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Something huge will happen fucking cunt eventually, YO YO YO BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM UNABLE TO SAVE UNDER OLD TITLE, EVER SINCE MICROSUCKS UPDATED MY SHIT YESTERDAY, THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP THIS BLOG AND VIOLATED MY RIGHTS UNDER THE FIRST AMMENDMENT TO THE CONSTITUTION. I MUST FORGET ALL THE FORTIES CHAPTERS NOW, AND THIS WILL BEGIN WITH SKIPPING TO CHAPTER 00050 FOR ICPISTMCMM, IF THIS DOES NOT WORK, WE WILL HAVE TO BEGIN A NEW TITLE ALL TOGETHER, WHILE I GET A COMPLAINT LETTER OFF TO ALL COMPUTER RELATED AUTHORITIES, AND I WILL, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, SIR AND OLD BUDDY FROM AUTUMN OF 1972.

I AM GETTING A MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, AFTER NEW UPDATE FUCKING BULLSHIT YESTERDAY REALLY SCREWED UP THIS FUCKING CUNT MACHINE, GOOD OLD FUCKING COCK LICKING MICROSUCKS CORPORATION, AND BIG BUSINESS, AHE’ RON WIRTZ SENIOR OF THE CAMDEN COUNTY ADA PROSECUTORS OFFICE, BACK IN JERSEY IN THE NINETIES. I TRY TO SAVE THIS NEW BLOG UNDER THE TITLE AS SHOWN ABOBE, IT WON’T LET ME. THEN I CHANGE IT TO ANOTHER SIMILAR TITLE TO WHAT I WANTED ORIGINALLY, AND A POP UP BOX COMES UP ASKING FOR A PASSWORD, NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE IN 9 YEARS OF BLOGGING ON TWO HOME COMPUTERS, AND LIBRARY COMPUTERS AND WORD PROCESSOR MACHINES. I HIT THE RED LOUISE HENDERSHODT ‘X’, AND TRIED AGAIN, AS I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PASSWORD IS, UNLESS THEY MEAN TO MY ENTIRE COMPUTER, AND I DON’T TRUST ANYONE WITH THAT. NEXT THING I KNOW, I’LL HAVE FISH ON MY FACE AND A PIRATED ILLEGAL TUNE FLOATING AROUND ON ITUNES IF THEY GET INTO MY MEDIA PLAYER SYSTEM, NO THANKS TO THAT ONE.

Ain’t fucking life fun for a CURSED & CHOSEN FUCKING CUNT HUNTINGTON???????????? Shit, I’d be off daydreaming in cunt chewing class too, granny Grace-Isabelle-NANA!!!!!!!!!!

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?

 

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 005

November 30, 2014

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS

CHAPTER 005

NOVEMBER 30, 2014,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 4:32,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 54 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 54.
DAILY RANGE SO FAR, (H-56/L-54).
NNW WINDS AT 1, GUSTING TO 2 .

The EVIL EMPIRE NARQ SQUADS OF AMERICA in league with the NEW WORLD ODOR-ORDER OF TOTAL POWER FOR THE 1% WEALTHIES; must be happy and celebrating, with their most recent victory; while the WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE IS WORTHLESS, and just sits idly by, accepting America, and its super fucking hypocrisy, of not harming innocent people or torturing them! HERE IS WHERE THE GREAT FUCKING MIKE MCNULTY IS REALL NEEDED, WITH HIS FAMOUS ‘AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA’ LAUGH; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!

The GAP-ESS is behind all of my suffering, but I am also convinced that they did not just arrive on the scene one day without any other of Mister Hall’s mighty ‘fawces’ behind the curtain. I didn’t fall of that turnip truck yesterday, looking to do a reverse mortgage. I’m not quite old enough Senator Trophy-Wife, and also, I don’t own a home, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

‘I’m down to ten’, United States Copyright Office, Donald Trump, Entertainment World (EW), and Wall Street Anticupi Club of Mark Wayne Mohr. Better for one to perish than an entire nation.

1979 for Joanna, and 1984 for my daughter, and 2014 for my funeral. Wild is it not, that the word ‘funeral’ begins with the word ‘FUN’? I believe that all things tell stories, but you don’t have to agree.

Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. Nobody wants to slowly choke to death, or into a coma, from where no escape can be found; unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently.

I LIVE IN A VERY EVIL DICTATORSHIP ENEMY EMPIRE, MORE DANGEROUS THAN ROME OF 2000 YEARS MOTHER FUCKING AGO, LADS AND FUCKING LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every day, the enemies are trying t make vitamins and all of the stuff outside of AMA control, illegal without a doctor’s permission note, AKA a prescription. OTC is Over The Counter, for anyone who may not be aware of that fact. Eventually, I know I will have to go to the MAYO CLINIC and get my thyroid gland removed. If they observe me without medicating me at all over a week or longer period, they will be able to feel how the Adams Apple under my chin, and the entire under chin area; gets burning hot. Whatever the Milituforce did to me on June 4, 1983  striking me down and ruining my health for life, also stops the normal thyroid tests from showing up as anything abnormal.

Looking at Friday afternoon’s DOW JONES stock chart, hopefully, some of you are printing them out, as my high-tech leprechaun’s alter it continuously. Just yesterday, looking at the most recent chart for Friday’s trading session, a child can see how shit went down for me. The air siege of chemtrails began and boom, the down-tick kept on falling. But all the tall girls and hostility which normally goes hand and hand, shot it right back into a bullish direction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Believe it or not, you can’t live all that great with these invading type-3-exploratrons, and yet, you can’t live without them. Y? Ever since humanity began to sleep and dream, many thousands of years ago; hyperspace travel began. Maybe your question is answered now, lovely Sabrina Collins, as this indeed, is where it all began. For all others named named Sabrina Collins, maybe you need the same wake up call holler from a teacher, like the one my grandmother received from her teacher around the end of the eighteen hundreds. WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy. Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy.

HAY MARCUS; ARE YOU STILL LETICIA TILLEY’S BITCH, YO?????? TELL HER MARK SAID, “HAY GIRL” AND TO TELL MY KID TO EASE UP ON ME!

SHARKEY FREAKING SAYS, YO,
OUCH-OUCH-OUCH, I AM GONNA’ TAKE A HUGE BITE OUT OF STUFF.

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GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!

Oh the gods, when folks want to be endless Missourian’s, they will never make good Michigan’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANE FUCKING WHORE GOT ME AGAIN.

LET ME COMPENSATE WITH MY FIVES.

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MAJOR DEATH ANDROID/ANGEL ATTACKS ALL OVER ME!!!!!

Some really fascinating things are going on all over the hyperspace. As my pal, Bob McDowell said so frequently late in 1972, ”very interesting”. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.

There is no such thing as BLANK ART. I cannot say this enough, nor stress this truth, ENOUGH!!!!!!!! This doesn’t just mean art that is created for the sake of being art, either. All things, no exceptions; it is all in a perfect synchronicity, just as the great genius James Redfield, claimed all along, back in the nineteen-nineties. WHAAA!

MORIANITY  may have been a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I promise, WOMO!!

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I just left a  parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck again. I just left a  parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck again. I just left a  parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck again. I just left a  parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck again. I just left a  parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck again. “S-H-O-R-T-Y”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, BRO, not girls, a shorty from 1979 that you are clueless of, so take your nice whittle bumper sticker and ball, and go home, pweeeeeeeze! TANKS!!!!!!!!

B—–O—–O—–M!

Yes, the mother fucking death android-angels are back with a vengeance, and it is really on my cunt sniffing dam ass nerves at C-SQ!

                                                                                                                       
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; you are reading:  AFTER MORIANITY BLOGS, CHAPTER 005, I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS!!!!

Oh were these the fucking days, to quote that old mother fucking expression. I tried to paste in something, and the program crashed for absolutely no reason. This was my first large hack in a while, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; SIR AND MY OLD 1972 PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 5 years, since my last few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton, New Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso’s rental home, with Ann and Dawn and hubby Chicky, AKA Louis Laines. Holy mother fucking Mariloo Mackadoovirgins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was another wild and incredible day, week, month, year, decade, century, millennium, and eternity. Let me just fucking focus on the day for right now, however.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA—AHA, MISTER MICHAEL MCNULTY from 1971, in the purple for us all CBS-FALL!!!!!!!!!!! Oh how I wish I could just fucking cunt lapping FORGET CUNT LAPPING SHIT, Doctor Mark Wolf of Moorestown, New Jersey Hypnotherapist!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you and the McGuire’s in the eternal war of the gods, YO??????????????????

Dear puke eating diary journal, to quote the old nineteenth century love sick school girls; what a fucking pain in the dick eating ass life is when you are holding the 2000 year old family curse. Oh what a wild and wonderful mother fucking family, us HUNTINGTON clan. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn-Marie King, and DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH SHEEEEEEEEIT, or is that O-H——S-H-I-T, Mister Ringboats???????????????????????

I hate ripping off my pal Mister Simon, but wow have I been reflecting back to high school days recently, and all the crap from back then, even cousin tutors, Exploratrons who have long taken over humanity and the educational system and financial structure and entertainment industries of music and movies, and now even adding sports and politics to this nearly ubiquitous grouping that comprises ”entertainment”, not even excluding gladiators and fights to the death, if we can go back in time just a ways, good folks!!!!!!!!

THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND is made up of advanced folks in futures of countless universes in hyperspace, that for the most part, say 90+% of them, is a totally organized group and club, and they detest and despise with a fucking cunt passion, my attempts, futile as they may indeed be, of exposing them for exactly what they are, here in this universe and in this time of 2014 and back about 7 years give or take from this point. Well, you shouldn’t have made me do that school play, on that Memorial Day, 30 May of 1969, Misses Wonderful Exploratron Marola. When you all leave hints and clues around me like Lenny Briscoe left breadcrumbs for those lost in the musical catacombs, then you can expect me to eventually add up one and one and arrive at 2, or go insane or die, but as long as I keep surviving, there is a LAWTRONIC REGULATION, folks, and if you let me, I’ll try real dam ass hard to further explain this to you. You see, if they do certain things, they must leave trails for anyone with an open enough spirit of enlightenment, to catch on given time, to what is going on. There is no LAWTRONIC REG that says anyone ever has to believe a word I say or one rotten claim I fucking make, but at least, there is a law that forces them to slip up and this is why, the old saying, about getting away with murder, has still shadowed the human race to this day. I won’t say that no one has gotten away with murder, I am not saying that for a single ass second, good peeps. But it is so hard, that anyone not wanting to go to prison, should never try, as the odds are not in your favor by a long-shot, to do so. Thank the goddess, as what a dangerous Ollie North World this would be, without this part of the LAWTRONICS. As you fall to your death from a construction accident as an iron worker building the Empire State Building or some other such similar thing, you may curse out gravity, or the LAWTRON GRAVITATION REGULATION; but take it away for the few seconds you are falling to your doom, and you would die even sooner, and that is truth, whether anyone out here outside the world of top think tank peeps choose to believe me or naut, Miss BLAKE from 1983 AT&T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Mister Simon Chrodochrome, not all photos come out in Atlantic City, and then, in other cases sir and pal, not all memories come out. Still, one does when the other does not, depicting I suppose, the LAW OF THE BREADCRUMB SLEUTH in the flesh. These laws are not easily breakable as human laws are. There are stiff penalties for the breaking of all laws, and we all are always, our best friends while simultaneously, also are always our very worst enemies, good folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, when Type-3-Exploratrons begin to join together to form the ESS, never confuse this with the P4E. These entities went way past being any type of exploratrons. They are existing as the art and the fiction, in the mind energies of living humans or PHASE-3-ENTITIES, the normal waking folks, us, of this physical here and now realm, and in our present lives. Once a cycle is set up however, they know they will all meet humanly without knowing each other on a human level in any way, and establish an entertainment system, as well as an unbeatable way to steal money from the poor, endlessly, in order to be able to finance it, which is of course, WALL STREET’S STOCK MARKET, and then the real fun begins when these characters as pure energy, actually effect the society and lives of the unsuspecting vast majority, the fans of this system, or 99.99999% of dummies who populate this planet. Why did I play with some of my own electronic magic, some then are accusing me of, or you know, hay asshole Mark, are you not the epitomized pot that is calling the kettle black, or at least darker than I am hours after Misses Marola did her planned thing in 1969, for fifty million years or so? Well, you could take that viewpoint, and not be totally wrong, but please always try remembering this old story here, that all stories have TWO SIDES to them. Show me a coin with one side, and I don’t mean with one side of it just blank, but with only one side, and I promise you, I’ll fucking jack off, right in front of the nine robed gods that sit so almighty and call themselves, the American Supreme Court!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! disprove me and I’ll renounce MORIANITY to the cosmos, anytime, any place. Go ahead, anyone, I CHALLENGE YOU!!!!!!!!!! Crissake people, wake up in the dam ass morning for a change!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

W—O—W, MACKEY-STACEY-MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No I do not keep track any more officially, but my memory is perfect; and I know I have a half dozen days, TOPS, that are not botbar this year in twenty mother fucking fourteen. It is getting worse and worse and worse, just as music engineer Howard Solomon of 1980 quoted this little ditty to me one day at the RPL Sound Recording Studio at 1558 Pierce and 1100 State, in Camden, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, (NJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am incapable of forgetting a single thing, Brittany, so take that little TV set inside your old boyfriend’s ear, and you know what you can go and do with it in ohm-4, honey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Victoria Callio and my lovely high school gorgeous hair from 1970, Jesus fucking Christ Almighty. All over the fucking north shore inlet of Atlantic City, when this all got started in 1996 and 1997, New Jersey Division of Motor Vehicles started cranking out license plates with her fucked up initials. Was this part of the forbidden secret you knew about, 8 years earlier and wanted to tell my mom in that diner, Jim Burr of the non Jeremiah Burke High School of Donna Summer Disco Dances, and Dave Roth’s old hated boss that he talked about 24-7 ’till the day he up and died along with Bo Jangle’s poor dog, Mister Jimmy Batches? Yeah Vicki, my gorgeous hair is still there, how much longer, maybe CUZZ TRUMP ONLY KNOWS, as he seems to know so much about me, shit I never even knew myself until the middle late twenty fucking cunt ohs began to roll fucking cunt around, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So really, why does the BLOGGER WEBSITE post up the very same pasted in copyright page on my songs downloaded into my document files from the Library of Congress, showing the dude from Disney examining my music, while the WORDPRESS WEBSITE does not post it up in that way? It is the very same paste up, from the very same page downloaded from the one and only Copyright Office, Mister MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB  LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK BLACK HAT CRACK????
What would these pricks do if they could not fuck with me, Bob McDowell, of the great Federal Communications Commission? Every time I say a little too much shit that THEY DON’T WANT TOLD, and the THEY can always be replaced with the words of WOMO, or the MILI-2-FORCE, or the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE PHASE-2-REALITY, and so on, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I will break up this wall of text for now and keep the jerk offs happy over at the Unexplained Mysteries Website, WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!

MORTY MORTINO IS CUNT CHEWING ANNOYING THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME WITH HIS CONTINUAL BUZZING ON EACH SIDE OF ME. GET LOST, MOTHER FUCKING DEATH, YOU WORTHLESS JACK OFF PRICK. I HATE TAUNTERS AND TEASES. THE DICK HEAD WON’T TAKE ME, BUT HE CAN SURE ANNOY ME TO FUCKING DEATH, AND HAS FOR A LONG FUCKING ASS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
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1996
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Sarah Callio of ACNJ.
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
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1983
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
What’s wrong?
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
You call this music?
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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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I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 004

November 29, 2014

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS

CHAPTER 004, A&B SECTION

NOVEMBER 29, 2014,

SATURDAY MORNING AT 3:21

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 49 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 49.

DAILY RANGE SO FAR, (H-52/L-49).

Yesterday was errand day. I went to my pharmacy, to the Goodwill, and to the Publix. There was no money saving at the grocery store as I only needed some ice cream to tide me over until pay-time come next Wednesday the third, the day before I begin the journey of my sixties. I first got to live IN THE sixties a while ago, and now it is time to live IN MY sixties, up here in late 2014. I was able to purchase a few items that according to my research study, will or at least should, medically act me my body in a similar way that my medicine did that was removed from me by force and against my will, by the EVIL EMPIRE NARQ SQUADS OF AMERICA in league with the NEW WORLD ODOR-ORDER OF TOTAL POWER FOR THE 1% WEALTHIES. These DICTATORS tell the rest of us 99%ers how we must live, play by play, and day by day, until we rot away in the ground eventually!

So I took care of purchasing the OTC stuff I need to hopefully when taken all together, will pretty much simulate the medication that was taken away from me by AMA and even larger forces I am quite sure, in the NSA, and the EW. You can bunch all of this up of course, as the GAP-ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that I mean all of them, but the group who has been on me, since birth, for the most part, or said perhaps with more accuracy, against me. Those shoulder tappers, mentioned on earlier writings, on my life-long cosmic dance floor. I am quite sure these bastards thought they would kill me with this most recent act of covert aggression and terror, and yes; qualifying them in my book as the epitome of total evil fucking terrorists; but again, little ‘psych ward nobody me’ is still breathing. I will be experimenting over the course of the next thirty days or so, with varying dosages of numerous combined things. I’ll let them all know when ‘I’m down to ten’, United States Copyright Office, Donald Trump, Entertainment World (EW), and Wall Street Anticupi Club of Mark Wayne Mohr. Better for one to perish than an entire nation. Well they say this, but watch how fast they would ‘reekuuz’ themselves from their club, member by member; if suddenly, they were all me, and afflicted with this nightmare hellish situation, of relentless demonic damnation. For some weird fucking reason, the Microsucks Spellchecker will not spell that word above properly, in single quotation marks. Hence, I now spell it exactly as it would be pronounced, and I know that you all know the word. Judges have to do this from time to time to avoid any impropriety.

WOW! Yes I made a mistake when I said Joanna and my lab-technician daughter. I typed in 1979 and 1994, and obviously most of my viewers know that was a typographical error on my part. It should have read 1979 for Joanna, and 1984 for my daughter. Where are you when I need you, James New-Age Father Redfield; kind sir?????

Lots of extra tall and spurious women were out and about on my errand path yesterday. This goes hand in hand with sky siege. It was not too bad, but some chemtrail action was going on off to my south when I first went out, but lessened and dissipated away as the time passed on. I can just as easily order the items from my computer and ship it to my mailbox, pertaining to the OTC stuff, but cannot work the computer yet well enough. I can fill a cart with items, but the Walgreen’s website does not show me how to bring the shopping to an end and bring up the payment prompts for my ordering it. I would rather let them do it anyway, as my computer is hacked and bugged, and not trustworthy for using debit cards.

Nobody wants to slowly choke to death or into a coma from where no escape can be found, unless some medical bastard pulled a plug so my spirit could escape my body permanently. This is why you all see me fighting this time, first to research for homeopathic remedies and vitamins and other substances inside the OTC system where no one can stop me YET, from doing what I need to in order to survive a while longer. Every day, the enemies are trying t make vitamins and all of the stuff outside of AMA control, illegal without a doctor’s permission note, AKA a prescription. OTC is Over The Counter, for anyone who may not be aware of that fact. Eventually, I know I will have to go to the MAYO CLINIC and get my thyroid gland removed. If they observe me without medicating me at all over a week or longer period, they will be able to feel how the Adams Apple under my chin, and the entire under chin area; gets burning hot. Whatever the Milituforce did to me on June 4, 1983 striking me down and ruining my health for life, also stops the normal thyroid tests from showing up as anything abnormal. Despite that, the endocrinologist that I went to in New Jersey, Doctor M. Miller Bittle in the summer time in 1985 while living at Highview Apartments, the first of two times; had me on something called Synthroid. As I speak now electronically, the fuckiGN jerk off death angel struck me hard, buzzing and whining on my left side something fuckiGN fierce, at exactly 4:02 AM. Back on point, it worked great for several weeks and then started to lose its effectiveness. Only a total removal of my thyroid gland is going to allow me to escape three plus mother fuckiGN decades now, of unimaginable, and excruciating physical torment, and torture. I had a long talk with my health care people back on Wednesday, and you can see where things got wild just by looking at Wednesday afternoon’s DOW JONES stock chart. Hopefully, some of you are printing them out, as my high-tech leprechaun’s alter it continuously. Just yesterday, looking at the most recent chart for Friday’s trading session, a child can see how shit went down for me. The air siege of chemtrails began and boom, the down-tick kept on falling. But all the tall girls and hostility which normally goes hand and hand, shot it right back into a bullish direction, making it gain again, as it does every single day, and just as I told you all for months and months, would be the case.

NO IT IS MOST DEFINITELY ”NOT” EVER GOING TO DROP BACK DOWN; JUST GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!

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GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA- YOU KNOW I TOLDYA’!

EXPLORATRONS

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Believe it or not, you can’t live all that great with them, but you can’t live without them. Ever since humanity began to sleep and dream many thousands of years ago, hyperspace travel began. Maybe your question is answered now, lovely Sabrina Collins, as this indeed, is where it all began.

Oh yes, things are not one bit rosy with all of this, as no one will pay for this treatment, and I was getting my meds free on my health care plan. Now another 50 dollars monthly will go for treating this 1983 death blow condition. Still 50 dollars to keep from choking slowly into an agonizing fucking coma, is well worth it. But I must keep a reserve in a few years hidden and tucked away, as sooner or later, they will stop these things too, I know this as sure as I sit here typing on little black fuckiGN cunt keys. Before they do, I will have to stock up on a large supply, and also figure out a way to store it all so it lasts pasts the normal expiration date, as all these things have shelf life, and normally two years maximum. Still, that amount of time is enough to plan an escape to a far away place. It is being caught suddenly off fucking guard that’s a real killer, pardon my pun folks, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have to live in an eternal mother fucking military mind set when you are under this death attack by these powerful world owners/controllers, AKA the WOMO (World Owners/Mili-2-force). Maybe that last sentence should read, that I do. You don’t, and you really need to be on your knees to whoever you pray to, in devout thanks and humble attitude. You;ll never know what it’s like to be fucking me, and I know you never would want to. Forget the bumper stickers and the old home boys of Camden, New Jersey back in 1987. I’m not trying to be me, I AM ‘FUCKIGN’ ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!

Yes; to all optimists, and gorgeous twin girls everywhere; from my cousin Stacey-Alice, to folks thousands of miles away from Florida. I say this now for all to hear and know, Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Elmer Fwudd. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every mother fucker around here where I live, hates my cunt chewing total guts, and I’ve never done a thing to anyone. This is the cunt lapping fucking EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY at work, I promise you that, my viewers, who for the most part know that this is all true.

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely

Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

 

 

Like Boo. Where art thou?

Please make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz Bondi.

THANK YOU beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming around and visiting your little boy back last Tuesday night. You saw all the hell that I was going through, at the hands of this evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!! You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS; MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES, FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Also a great big thank you shout out, ESS-TRAVELERS-INTERDIGITAL COMMUNICATIONS CORPORATION, for all you did. You don’t ever have to admit it, but I know what’s going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without you, I would be living 500 years ago in ignorance and utter fuckiGN stupidity. Bob Hope and I both, can honestly say unto you wonderful peeps from this organization, “Thanks for the memories”. Thank you for the great PRIVECODE MACHINE, DUDES AND DUDDESSES OF IMMC FROM 1972. Hay, meet me back at my high school in 1968. I have a tablet for you that will allow you to become the great and powerful people you are now up here in the future. Just don’t invite Ballgame Nick and his friends.

HAY MARCUS; ARE YOU STILL LETICIA TILLEY’S BITCH, YO??????

TELL HER MARK SAID, “HAY GIRL” AND TO TELL MY KID TO EASE UP ON ME!

SHARKEY FREAKING SAYS, YO,

OUCH-OUCH-OUCH, I AM GONNA’ TAKE A HUGE BITE OUT OF STUFF.

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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don’t fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE; YOU ROTTEN WOMO-MILITUFORCE-TAWF!

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I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 003

November 28, 2014

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS

CHAPTER 003

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT FWUDD!!!!!!!!!

Oh the gods, where will this all lead to,  besides TJ-MEXICO, YO?

THERE IS NO WAY THAT MISTER 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 IN THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND  POWERFUL (GAP-ESS) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane, they want to murder me for REALE now, huh, well they always did, old pal. They merely stepped on the mother fucking gas pedal a bit heavier in 2014. So far I am still alive and here and taking it. I could sure use your help to put an end to this very wicked demonic evil empire for destroying an innocent person’s entire mother fucking life. TANKS, PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

Yes the GAP MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 IS OVER, BUT IT SHINES SO NICELY ON THIS BACKDROP, THE BRIGHT GREEN SLANTY LETTERS OVER THE DEEP JET BLACK, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I fucked up and I said that some of my open office documents went missing, and when I am wrong, I own up to it and admit to it, as mama taught me. I was no fucking angel, and was not always taught once or twice. But after once or twice, I was taught by learning to get become quite well acquainted with Mister Wall number one, number two, and yes, number three and four as well, you and I know remember how it went, right old pal, Al Roker, from all necks of the islands and woods, small, great, and ‘whatever’. For those who doubt my true past with many powerful known people of today, why not ask the great mighty FBI, who busted into me’ ol’ twailer a decade or more ago, in Mullica, New Jersey with a secret FISA WARRANT, and did more than examine my personal address book, Vance Senator Thompson Grody Mortgage!

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-SC 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 break; willya, Margie 1985 Leo; kammaan????????? Poppas Island 1,923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB. Like freaking WOW!

HOW ABOUT SOME FAKE FOOTBALL, AND A NICE JUICY TECHNO-STEAK, OVER AT LONGHORN. I HEAR IT TASTES MARVELOUS AND GREAT, COUSIN. LET’S GO SOMETIME! I PROMISE NOT TO DISCUSS ATL***TIC ***.

So is it Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas, and for that matter, why does it matter so much to human mortals what day the fuck it is aniwho? Watch that cheese whiz Hannah and Jack McCoy. If I had my CUPPI, there would be a FOR SALE sign at Broad and Wall Streets within two weeks. Can anyone of you out here make such a bold audacious mother fucking claim, and anyone who ever wants to disprove me, can do so, and the big boys all know this, and shudder like little tiny fucking scared mice in a room of very hungry and large cats!

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Where RU SCYLLA my TEEN QUEEN??????
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The Millionth Council and me
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theansweristheqyuestion

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.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII
RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now transport my mind to late in 2014, and WEEEEEEEE; here I am up here in the future on THANX2GIVENS DAY.

the kids on the swim team would say; “look, that is so way cool”. Once, I went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and still, it is simply cool. The world would not know spiritual realities, or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and bit them straight dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has some good entities in it, but one third of them R called the Briggers. They own our business world, and Wall Street; and some secret sects and cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing, none of this is fictional; and this world soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFINITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and the gods do not totally believe some of what I say; but I know the truth!

WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Oh we’re far from being all done with this. There is more yet to come!!!!!

SO TELL ME LAZERUS OLD PAL, IF IT NEVER EVER CHANGES AND STOPS; AND IT IS HORRIBLE BEYOND ANY POSSIBLE FUCKING DESCRIPTION;  WHY DO YOU SEEMINGLY REFUSE ME THE SAME RIGHTS YOU APPEAR TO HAVE, BIBLICALLY, TO BEG FOR A DROP OF WATER FROM THE POOR MAN’S FINGER, TO TOUCH MY SQUELCHED ULCERED TONGUE???? I LOVE THESE ‘FUCKIGN’  CHRISTIANS WHO KNOW THE BIBLE SO WELL. I JUST REALLY LOVE THIS FUCKING SHIT. DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME I AM NOT IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, JUST BECAUSE I OVERCOME AND SMILE IN PUBLIC; AND PUT ON THE DAM ASS DOG A LITTLE BIT FOR SOCIETY, WHEN I CAN. WHEN NOTHING EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER CHANGES, THAT’S HELL!!!!!!!!!

UH-DUH-DUH-DUH; COFFEE’S BOILING OVER!

I DEMAND MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JJJJJJJJJUMP HHHHHHHOW HIGH TTTOM REALE? If you’d offered up your gorgeous girlfriend, YO, I would have stayed there, you mother fucker. You wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with a girl!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EXPLORATRONS

Oh the gods yes folks, and EXPLORATRONS, AND IT IS      

WHY PEOPLE SLEEP AND DREAM.

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!

“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”
“HIP-HIP-HURRAH”

Sorry to awaken you all from your nice peaceful slumber, but Bugle Boy from Company B, 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”. Mary me’ ol’ girl, it was already way too late, and you too Ernie Merker and James Stuart. Ain’t mother fucking life WONDERFUL, with or without any cement businesses and elevator rooms, YO?????????????????

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. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCN!!!!

I wrote these words on Halloween of this year. Right after I declared war on that level, they declared war on that same level with me, something that has been an ongoing TIT FOR TAT thing and is registered as a real thing happening with me in th elate eighties, in the united States Copyright Office.  Anyone who thinks this does not exist has no room to talk unless they go there and check me out. It is like voting. If you don’t fucking vote, then shut your fucking mouth about politics. My teacher, Mildred Young said this to the class a lot in the autumn of 1972, without the cuss words!

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.

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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 THE SPRINGTIME, 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: PROPS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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? BOTBAR = 1986; you geniuses.

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!!!!!!!

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 YOU.

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-SC 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 break; willya, Margie 1985 Leo; kammaan????????? Poppas Island 1,923 years ago, gimme a dam break there, mighty  (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT RIDERS of the AAT CLUB. Like freaking WOW!

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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’.
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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!
///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL  ®

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:

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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!

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 boy this cool snap is beautiful. When the week began, one day was 90 feeling 96, followed by 86 feeling like 90, and then it got nice. WOW, even I am starting to miss the forbidden white stuff, huh cramps gramps Bobby, father of Geraldine Snow Mason, as well as Edward from the NSA.

`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
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`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
`OH FUCKING SHIT. 
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`OH FUCKING SHIT. 

Yes, stop knowing too much, Marcucci and the Educators of the ESS. Man do I have fuckiGN jerk offs slamming away this asshole day, but lately, I have to deal with this shit again. FUN FUN FUCKING FUN, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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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.

BUT

HOW I JUST FUCKING LOVE THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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! WHAAAAAAAA!!!!

Jim Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I never called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable dastardly lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a quintessential hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while telling me how he went, and later admitted he really was in Atlantic City, in the fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday. Maybe I didn’t go, but I wasn’t fucking gambling or lying about anything. Still, on this point about time, and me; he was quite accurate, as well as honest and truthful. 

I merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter. I believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN shit, would keep on going, and yes, it did; and WORSE. Unimaginably and unfathomably fucking cunt worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vicious neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks. All of this, and more, went down; plus shit that is major major fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited me, on the night of Tuesday, right shy of dusk; and she stayed for quite a while, with me. Hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I talk about learning from history, and how things repeat, because the human being does not change, only his technology; thus basic prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to see how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you say, “Wo, the fucking dude’s haunted”, you know, like that muscle man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio, in Camden, New Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can’t. Very very fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every time that I do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern; speak of the fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful family from HELL is always mixed up with anything that my memories are fuckiGN messed with about. This doesn’t change. It is just like the speed of light, you know; the holy grail CONSTANT, and mathematically expressed as “C”. But the truth about me remembering so much shit, is all rooted in my shit with Bruce Pennock in the early seventies, and what I started to fool around and fuck with, as a result; the electromagnetic spectrum, as it relates to recording sounds on tapes, in analogue. Today, with both the change over to fuckiGN digital, and my life being so totally fucked up times a gillion; I am not able to do a twentieth of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the parts, they know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same basic principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion, and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros and ones; and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to realize that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies first, why my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this change over happened in the first place. The psych books insist that anyone at all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are that important, so as all of the world had to alter just for them; is beyond curable insanity. If any of you out in this world made such a claim, you would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately, as I told the great wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at Knights Park, in West Collingswood, one late summer 1983 afternoon, while we were parked in my car and he was smoking a joint; “I’m not like other people”. I don’t forget shit, unless Ann King’s mighty fuckiGN family, insists that I  do. I know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone, anywhere, at any time; have any possible reason, to take any of this as truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell, as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have to say that I understand, as if I don’t; then I am insisting on insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of this century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly fucking human pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid on Chapter One, and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old, who was unable to get his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says that I act 14, and that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do. Well, that is forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am truly sorry. I am exactly who I was in 1969 when all this nightmare shit started, no different, not at all. Oh I am old and ready to die, but this brings me to the real point of this particular blog.

Now the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough, if anything is real, which it, in truth,  taken to absolute quantum levels; could never be accepted into daily life, of people in general society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and becomes sort of the ”you” that you are for a while in a lifetime, yet all the while, its very nature is to take true real existence, and divide this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can all share in a human illusion, that many psychics and mystics label, the “Physical Plane”; is not going to be something that the general populations of the world, can come to realize and believe, even though it is mathematically beyond a proven truth, with the greatest most famous formula ever expressed; hence, people view all this abstractly. Even the scientists, do not change in their personal life habits, with their jobs, their families, their entire life, even the top QP people that absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head knowledge, as some call this strange mental situation. They don’t have heart knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great religion was created, and how the world owners and powers, don’t dare get up in the morning, and see the simple truths that are now about to be printed. Oh now don’t get all excited, and think I am going to teach some magic 50 word chant, and then by saying this; the equivalent of a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper colored object, that appears suddenly in front of you. If you even think along that line, you are already major missing the entire shit I am trying to slowly lead into and up to, and becoming some overnight zillionaire, or anything else you can think of, has no place in these powerful words. You can possibly use this information to accomplish virtually unlimited things, but this is not the goal or the intent whatsoever of why I am going to tell what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray that it might be received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few, someday, but hay; if not, I have no power to make things go through door number 1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion. But I can hope that a few folks just might correctly view the great wisdom.

As I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we’re not quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I promise to bring it all together cohesively, and down to Earth, in simple language. I don’t say you’ll agree, or want to look me up and hug me; but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am not the President of the United States! So let’s begin with a topic I admit that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of this major mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but all the while, I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to understand it anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn’t mean, I’ve not put lots of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and now is that time I need to share these details about it, and yes; I can do it compressed, abridged, and shortened to an unbelievable thousand words or so, while telling you every bit of information that I personally know about this. And people, no one anywhere within a million light years, knows this much, so I am letting loose a bomb shell on this blog.

Everyone and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog, who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama didn’t raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know a few people would love to ring my neck, and choke the life out of me, if they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The other thing is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event, and intentionally creating it and or applying it, with the motive and goal of profiting in some way, as a result of knowing it works, doing the deed, and in most cases, being at the very bottom of the bottom feeder’s list, of all clinical sociopaths. Parallel Event makes me sick and tired too. I am the one who has had to suffer through this very real and totally unprovable attack for 3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful people, and this quotes a licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told me that indeed, I have these types against me, and that both him, and his boss, Mister Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if they know what’s good for them, not to help me sell a house I’d listed with them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New Jersey, just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty’s Island. Yes I’m quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done by organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world controllers, and sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed, these mother fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel, destroy my life, make me ill, and then take away my needed medications, using their politically correct anti-drug excuse to make it all work without arousing any suspicion that they indeed are torturing me; and along with keeping me sick, they can keep me endlessly broke with just a few simple tactics that any group of powerful billionaire types can all do with no problems whatsoever, and never send up even a small red flag for my use against them, in most cases. In rare exceptions when they go too far, even then; I am fighting THE WALL. Any attorney, anyone at all, that I might try seeking any kind of help from, is told one way or another, DON’T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done subtly, but people get the message. Not everyone writes horrible hate words and curse words, and direct unaccepted words, that serve to only denigrate and attack a person’s religion or race or gender or sexual preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get the message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the stage of developing it into industry where I would get recognition and eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible kibosh is used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not gone on for forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in perfect patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was happening around him time and time again; I could try rationalizing all of my life as being a series of lots of nasty bad luck coincidences. I try to believe things aren’t really like this, whether any one of you wants to believe this about me or not. That is your right to not believe me, but you would be totally wrong. I love it when once in a while, maybe, just maybe; I learn to my satisfaction, that something was indeed, merely just bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But 99 percent of the time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of an ENDLESS KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny you are awake and breathing and walking upright.

Now reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of it gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects into something that is either happening live or has recently been being done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I came to call them, shortly after the late eighties became the early nineties. I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes along the way. Of course blogs did not exist in the late eighties, but life journals and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and thousands of C-90 Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how two events go hand in hand together, event A and event B. Unlike cause and effect however, Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A causes B, but B DOES NOT CAUSE A. Now seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of paper, from a tall ladder. It is big, and the type that office buildings are drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to avoid folds that would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now you on the ladder can look down and see a huge sheet of paper, unrolled, and one side is A, the other side is B. As sheets are unrolled below you, you start to see how nothing is really happening at all, so there is no parallel event. Then you suddenly realize that it was you all along, throwing down little painted lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or most of the time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge, from your seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint drops, as opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side across from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the level of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group, down at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality; begin to think after enough time and careful study and observation? Well, what I began to think as this all went along, in my personal life, that’s what. But I did suspect there was a reality 3, or a C-POINT doing things to both an A-POINT, and a B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains endlessly cloaked and invisible. So I can begin to observe a reality that I called parallel-event, yet never was able to see what was truly happening. If you looked at this as a math equation, and using an “R” for Reality, and changing into numbers, the A into a 1, the B into a 2, and the C into a 3, we could express it a little bit like, and bear in mind, I am no computer guru, and cannot make division signs, or use cross down lines, or make symbols; so this needs to be more in spoken terms,  than a real formula would look like; but I still can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking parallel event into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like this. R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm. This of course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is not in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs to figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few things here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of various things. Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and make contact with reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can still examine the results of what gets tossed down into the two sides of the page, or R 1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I don’t mean to try and brag,  but am just telling what happened one day to me, at an ivy league university, in the early nineties; but even before I started wondering about the great elusive R 3; I spoke with a professor of Statistical Mathematics, by the name of Deturch, at the U of P, in Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this to applying the A and the B by using a three parameter betting system at a casino game called roulette, made this great professor, tell me that I have invented a brand new mathematical discipline that he wanted to explore deeper with me. The persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I never got that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel event science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I had invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study. This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I am sure this could be verified to this very day, if anyone really cared, which they don’t. The reason they don’t, is powerful people have told them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life by side stepping, as on a dance floor. In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn’t throw a huge jaw buster in a mans’ face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is done frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in the old dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won’t have a clue what I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first parents. Well, this is all fine and well, but what if you took the love of your life to a dance that was important to you, such as your high school graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an important business party, and in either case, an existing conspiracy already is planned for ten or more dudes to continually tap your dance partner, leaving you to not dance at all? Well, try imagining this in my life for 40 years now roughly. Only instead of dancing, you just simply need to transfer this to a controlled conspired kibosh, so as no matter what, in every case; you can bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that you will be screwed with, and as a result, everything just keeps on failing and failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your entire fuckiGN miserable hellish life. But this still leads to another item, even though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed me blind, treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and caused me a lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a Nazi Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now, and bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to see it all.

All these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and mock me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have the same fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two differences between these great mirror-kissers and me; is that they will on average, have a few measly more years here on the Earth, to enjoy their scum bag selves, and every second; despite the reality that we all have problems and woes; they ‘ll be in a luxurious happy state, with the best medical care, the best foods, the best pleasures that fortunes can buy, and so forth. But take away the extra fat and gravy, and some extra time that next to even a thousand small years, is nothing, as look at it; no one lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all there. If they can control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip hurray, but the majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest; are all in diapers. As Mister H. Hefner said it so well, ”I have them around me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming”. Most of us over the age of eleven, know what he’s saying, and what’s being discussed. He admitted this to his doctor, long long before the age of ninety. Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham lately? That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and love, reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years ago. I do not know what my enemies really think they have over me, just because before they can say ‘Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham from Birmingham’, a few thousand times; they’re going to be glorified fucking toast. If rumors are spreading that I envy a single one of them, and I know they are because I know things, well; believe whatever you wish about me. I don’t envy anyone who within 10-90 years, is going to become a slowly shrinking vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of maggots. Do I hate many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from me, lied about me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed me of my dignity, my health, and my entire life. They’ve had me assaulted, my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it because they are little demigods, with the emphasis on ‘LITTLE’. If one of these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I sit up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god. Christianity would have died out, and never been more than a tiny localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord Jesus Christ’s resurrection. I don’t doubt for one minute this is all real, and for personal reasons. This is all on the level, and I know it. I don’t believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn’t die. If you want to have real power, or impress me in any real way; then you have to show me you are indeed able to control the life/death barrier. So far, I totally know one person on this planet who has indeed done this;  Jesus. No, I am not saying that name in vane back there. Now those who think they control everything and own everything; own a lot of physical plane shit, and will die off, and be forgotten. But speaking of reality-3; is there more going on than just powerful people, being powerful people; or are the same forces that raised Jesus and Lazarus and the 12 year old girl from the dead; operating on, and through them, in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date knowledge I can offer on this, from my personal life, and not being taught something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the church, and those running the biggest churches and organizations in the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more, and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has to offer however, Morianity’s ESS, and the teachings of dreaming out of the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because people, get real; this little cult may have started out small, but look at it now after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared shitless to die; and this proved we don’t have to. Maybe not to the satisfaction of a laboratory’s standards, I’ll give you that right up front. But folks, my life proves so many things about this, that I couldn’t deny the LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone offered me a thousand genies and bottles. I know how real it is. I just happen to also know that there is a lot more; and that most of you will never need any of this additional shit. Unfortunately, and for reasons far beyond my wildest comprehension; I do need all of this. But anyone ever, who says they have all the answers to this force that has done whatever it has done, to bring this very day alive and here, along with all of us; is very pathetic,  and doesn’t need an old biblical stoning. He or she is already far beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don’t know, and I don’t know. I don’t care if you’re the greatest world leader, the greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest athlete; and I don’t care if someone out here could become all of the above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to major fuckiGN shit all around us all; as would be a goat, or a chicken, in a college class.

These forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don’t agree on agenda, they don’t act in tandem; and the best way to see this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have any questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but puppets on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And Shakespeare was onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear of sociological reprisal and or reprimand.

Yes my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS get into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know what is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from your worst normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and gentlemen. And I am guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do things with music. I know what I can and cannot do. I was not always stopped from music. This only started after I raised a stink with some big lawyers about songs being stolen by very top artists of days now gone by. These fart sniffing jerk offs are totally unforgiving, and believe their shit is gold, and wow; we all better not do one thing. But they can rearrange a few notes on an unknown person’s song, someone with no money or power to fight back, and slam; they get away with it, and I get chopped in fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is ending, and I don’t have to worry about any of this any more. I will be gone in 2015 sometime. I won’t ever have to put up with, or see any of these dirt bags ever again once I’m fucking gone. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Just a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice 47, at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the electrical number of three to the power of three, (27), in November, Thursday morning, 2014.

This is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I know what’s what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs. Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about the ‘IMMC’  changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.

I figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law & Order” television show, will not ever air the later productions much past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the royalties to the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take notice to this, you should; and take notice to how some of those from the show, are trying to gain some pocket weight with ad spots. People are so dam fuckiGN cheap in this world. Holy hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 27, 2014,
THURSDAY EVENING AT 8:14,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 81%, IT FEELS 57.
TODAY’S TEMPERATURE RANGE: (H-71/L-47)

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

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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?

 

I HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS, CHAPTER 002

November 27, 2014

I HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS

CHAPTER 002

Jim Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I never called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable dastardly lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a quintessential hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while telling me how he went and later admitted he was in Atlantic City, in the fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday. Maybe I didn’t go, but I wasn’t fucking gambling or lying about anything. Still, on this point about time, and me; he was quite accurate, as well as honest and truthful.

I merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter, I believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN shit would keep on going, and yes, it did, and WORSE. Unimaginably and unfathomably fucking cunt worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vicious neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks, all of this and more went down, plus shit that is major major fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited me on the night of Tuesday right shy of dusk, and she stayed for quite a while, with me, hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I talk about learning from history and how things repeat because the human being does not change, only his technology, thus basic prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to see how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you say, “Wo, the fucking dude’s haunted”, you know, like that muscle man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio in Camden, New Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can’t. Very very fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every time that I do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern, speak of the fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful family from HELL is always mixed up with anything that my memories are fuckiGN messed with about, this doesn’t change, it is just like the speed of light, you know, the holy grail CONSTANT, and mathematically expressed as “C”. But the truth about me remembering so much shit, is all rooted in my shit with Bruce Pennock in the early seventies, and what I started to fool around and fuck with, as a result, the electromagnetic spectrum as it relates to recording sounds on tapes, in analogue. Today, with both the change over to fuckiGN digital and my life being so totally fucked up times a gillion, I am not able to do a twentieth of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the parts, they know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same basic principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion, and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros and ones, and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to realize that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies first, why my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this change over happened in the first place. The psych books insist that anyone at all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are that important, so as all of the world had to alter just for them; is beyond curable insanity. If any of you out in this world made such a claim, you would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately, as I told the great wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at Knights Park in West Collingswood, one late summer 1983 afternoon, while we were parked in my car and he was smoking a joint; “I’m not like other people”. I don’t forget shit, unless Ann king’s mighty fuckiGN family insists that I do. I know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone anywhere at any time, have any possible reason, to take any of this as truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have to say that I understand, as if I don’t, then I am insisting on insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of this century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly fucking human pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid on Chapter One, and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old who is unable to get his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says that I act 14, and that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do. Well, that is forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am truly sorry. I am exactly who I was in 1969 when all this nightmare shit started, no different, not at all. Oh I am old and ready to die, but this brings me to the real point of this particular blog.

Now the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough, if anything is real which it in truth taken to absolute quantum levels, could never be accepted into daily life of people in general society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and becomes sort of the ”you” that you are for a while in a lifetime, yet all the while, its very nature is to take true real existence and divide this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can all share in a human illusion, that many psychics and mystics label, the “Physical Plane”; is not going to be something that the general populations of the world, can come to realize and believe even though it is mathematically beyond a proven truth with the greatest most famous formula ever expressed; hence, people view all this abstractly. Even the scientists, do not change in their personal life habits, with their jobs, their families, their entire life, even the top QP people that absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head knowledge, as some call this strange mental situation. They don’t have heart knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great religion was created, and how the world owners and powers, don’t dare get up in the morning, and see the simple truths that are now about to be printed. Oh now don’t get all excited and think I am going to teach some magic 50 word chant and by saying this, the equivalent of a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper colored object that appears suddenly in front of you. If you even think along that line, you are already major missing the entire shit I am trying to slowly lead into and up to, and becoming some overnight zillionaire, or anything else you can think of, has no place in these powerful words. You can possibly use this information to accomplish virtually unlimited things, but this is not the goal or the intent whatsoever of why I am going to tell what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray that it might be received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few, someday, but hay, if not, I have no power to make things go through door number 1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion, but I can hope that a few folks just might correctly view the great wisdom.

As I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we’re not quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I promise to bring it all together cohesively and down to Earth in simple language. I don’t say you’ll agree or want to look me up and hug me, but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am not the President of the United States! So let’s begin with a topic I admit that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of this major mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but all the while, I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to understand it anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn’t mean, I’ve not put lots of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and now is that time, I need to share these details about it, and yes, I can do it compressed, abridged, shortened to an unbelievable thousand words or so, while telling you every bit of information that I personally know about this. And people, no one anywhere within a million light years, knows this much, so I am letting loose a bomb shell on this blog.

Everyone and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog, who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama didn’t raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know a few people would love to ring my neck and choke the life out of me if they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The other thing is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event, and intentionally creating it and or applying it, with the motive and goal of profiting in some way, as a result of knowing it works, doing the deed, and in most cases, being at the very bottom of the bottom feeder’s list, of all clinical sociopaths. Parallel Event makes me sick and tired too. I am the one who has had to suffer through this very real and totally unprovable attack for 3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful people, and this quotes a licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told me that indeed, I have these types against me, and that both him, and his boss, Mister Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if they know what’s good for them, not to help me sell a house I’d listed with them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New Jersey, just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty’s Island. Yes I’m quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done by organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world controllers, and sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed, these mother fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel, destroy my life, make me ill, and then take away my needed medications, using their politically correct anti-drug excuse to make it all work without arousing any suspicion that they indeed are torturing me; and along with keeping me sick, they can keep me endlessly broke with just a few simple tactics that any group of powerful billionaire types can all do with no problems whatsoever, and never send up even a small red flag for my use against them, in most cases. In rare exceptions when they go to far, even then, I am fighting THE WALL. Any attorney, anyone at all, that I might try seeking any kind of help from, is told one way or another, DON’T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done subtly, but people get the message. Not everyone writes horrible hate words and curse words and direct unaccepted words that serve to only denigrate and attack a person’s religion or race or gender or sexual preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get the message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the stage of developing it into industry where I would get recognition and eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible kibosh is used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not gone on for forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in perfect patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was happening around him time and time again; I could try rationalizing all of my life as being a series of lots of nasty bad luck coincidences. I try to believe things aren’t really like this, whether any one of you wants to believe this about me or not. That is your right to not believe me, but you would be totally wrong. I love it when once in a while, maybe, just maybe; I learn to my satisfaction, that something was indeed, merely just bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But 99 percent of th e time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of an ENDLESS KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny you are awake and breathing and walking upright.

Now reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of it gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects into something that is either happening live or has recently been being done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I came to call them, shortly after the late eighties became the early nineties. I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes along the way. Of course blogs did not exist in the late eighties, but life journals and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and thousands of C-90 Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how two events go hand in had together, event A and event B. Unlike cause and effect however, Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A causes B, but B DOES NOT CAUSE A. Now seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of paper, from a tall ladder. It is big and the type that office buildings are drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to avoid folds that would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now you on the ladder can look down and see a huge sheet of paper, unrolled, and one side is A, the other side is B. As sheets are unrolled below you, you start to see how nothing is really happening at all, so there is no parallel event. Then you suddenly realize that it was you all along, throwing down little painted lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or most of the time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge, from your seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint drops, as opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side across from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the level of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group, down at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality; begin to think after enough time and careful study and observation? Well, what I began to think as this all went along, in my personal life, that’s what. But I did suspect there was a reality 3, or a C-POINT doing things to both an A-POINT, and a B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains endlessly cloaked and invisible. So I can begin to observe a reality that I called parallel-event, yet never was able to see what was truly happening. If you looked at this as a math equation, and using an “R” for reality, and changing into numbers, the A into a 1, the B into a 2, and the C into a 3, we could express it a little bit like, and bear in mind, I am no computer guru and cannot make division signs or use cross down lines or make symbols, so this needs to be more in spoken terms than a real formula would like like, but I still can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking parallel event into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like this. R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm. This of course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is not in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs to figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few things here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of various things. Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and make contact with reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can still examine the results of what gets tossed down into the two sides of the page, or R 1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I don’t mean to try and brag, but am just telling what happened one day to me, at an ivy league university, in the early nineties; but even before I started wondering about the great elusive R 3; I spoke with a professor of Statistical Mathematics, by the name of Deturch, at the U of P, in Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this to applying the A and the B by using a three parameter betting system at a casino game called roulette, made this great professor, tell me that I have invented a brand new mathematical discipline that he wanted to explore deeper with me. The persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I never got that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel event science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I had invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study. This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I am sure this could be verified to this very day if anyone really cared, which they don’t. The reason they don’t, is powerful people have told them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life by side stepping, as on a dance floor. In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn’t throw a huge jaw buster in a mans’ face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is done frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in the old dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won’t have a clue what I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first parents. Well, this is all fine and well, but what if you took the love of your life to a dance that was important to you, such as your high school graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an important business party, and in either case, an existing conspiracy already is planned for ten or more dudes to continually tap your dance partner, leaving you to not dance at all? Well, try imagining this in my life for 40 years now roughly. Only instead of dancing, you just simply need to transfer this to a controlled conspired kibosh, so as no matter what, in every case; you can bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that you will be screwed with, and as a result, everything just keeps on failing and failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your entire fuckiGN miserable hellish life. But this still leads to another item, even though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed me blind, treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and caused me a lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a Nazi Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now and bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to see it all.

All these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and mock me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have the same fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two differences between these great mirror-kissers and me, is that they will on average have a few measly more years here on the Earth, to enjoy their scum bag selves, and every second, despite the reality that we all have problems and woes; will be in a luxurious happy state, with the best medical care, the best foods, the best pleasures that fortunes can buy, and so forth, but take away the extra fat and gravy and some extra time that next to even a thousand small years is nothing, as look at it, no one lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all there. If they can control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip hurray, but the majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest, are all in diapers. As mister H. Hefner said it so well, I have them around me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming. Most of us over the age of eleven know what he’s saying and what’s being discussed. He admitted this to his doctor long long before the age of ninety. Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham lately. That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and love, reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years ago. I do not know what my enemies really think they have over me, because before they can say Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham from Birmingham, a few thousand times; they’re going to be glorified fucking toast. If rumors are spreading that I envy a single one of them, and I know they are because I know things, well, believe whatever you wish about me. I don’t envy anyone who within 10-90 years is going to become a slowly shrinking vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of maggots. Do I hate many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from me, lied about me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed me of my dignity, my health, and my entire life. They’ve had me assaulted, my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it because they are little demigods, with the emphasis on LITTLE. If one of these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I sit up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god. Christianity would have died out and never been more than a tiny localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord Jesus Christ’s resurrection. I don’t doubt for one minute this is all real, and for personal reasons, this is all on the level, and I know it, I don’t believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn’t die. If you want to have real power, or impress me in any real way, then you have to show me you are indeed able to control the life/death barrier. So far, I totally know one person on this planet who has indeed done this, Jesus. No, I am not saying that name in vane back there. Now those who think they control everything and own everything, own a lot of physical plane shit, and will die off and be forgotten. But speaking of reality-3, is there more going on than just powerful people being powerful people, or are the same forces that raised Jesus and Lazarus and the 12 year old girl from the dead, operating on and through them in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date knowledge I can offer on this, from my personal life and not being taught something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the church and those running the biggest churches and organizations in the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more, and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has to offer however, Morianity’s ESS, and the teachings of dreaming out of the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because people, get real, this little cult may have started out small, but look at it now after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared shitless to die, and this proved we don’t have to. Maybe not to the satisfaction of a laboratory’s standards, I;ll give you that right up front. But folks, my life proves so many things about this, that I couldn’t deny the LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone offered me a thousand genies and bottles. I know how real it is. I just happen to also know that there is a lot more, and that most of you will never need this additional shit. Unfortunately, and for reasons far beyond my wildest comprehension; I do need all of this. But anyone ever, who says they have all the answers to this force that has done whatever it has done to bring this very day alive and here, along with all of us, is very pathetic and doesn’t need an old biblical stoning. He or she is already far beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don’t know, and I don’t know. I don’t care if you’re the greatest world leader, the greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest athlete; and I don’t care if someone out here could become all of the above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to major fuckiGN shit all around us all, as would be a goat, or a chicken, in a college class.

These forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don’t agree on agenda, they don’t act in tandem, and the best way to see this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have any questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but puppets on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And Shakespeare was onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear of sociological reprisal and or reprimand.

Yes my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS get into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know what is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from your worst normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and gentlemen. And I am guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do things with music. I know what I can and cannot do. I was not always stopped from music. This only started after I raised a stink with some big lawyers about songs being stolen by very top artists of days now gone by. These fart sniffing jerk offs are totally unforgiving, and believe their shit is gold and wow, we all better not do one thing, but they can rearrange a few notes on an unknown person’s song, someone with no money or power to fight back, and slam, they get away with it and I get chopped in fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is ending, and I don’t have to worry about any of this any more. I will be gone in 2015 sometime. I won’t ever have to put up with, or see any of these dirt bags ever again once I’m fucking gone. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Just a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice 47, at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the electrical number of three to the power of three, (27), in November, Thursday morning, 2014.

This is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I know what’s what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs. Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about IMMC changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.

I figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law & Order” television show, will not ever air the later productions mush past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the royalties to the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take notice to this, you should, and take notice to how some of those from the show are trying to gain some pocket weight with ad spots. People are so dam fuckiGN cheap in this world, holy hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS, CHAPTER 001, NEW SAFE JOURNAL

November 22, 2014

I HATE COMPUTER FUCKING HACKERS

CHAPTER 001

MY BLOG IS MOTHER FUCKING DEAD, THE STOCK MARKET IS JUST UNDER 18,000, I HAVE BEEN THROWN OFF OF MEDICINES I HAVE BEEN TAKING SINCE MIDDLE 1983; AND THE FEDS ARE ALL BEHIND IT, OR THEY WOULD HELP ME, AND DO THEIR MOTHER FUCKING JOBS. THEY ARE NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF EVIL ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKING CRIMINALS, WITH A LICENSE TO KILL; AND THEY HAVE DECIDED TO MOTHER FUCKING MURDER ME. JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE KILLED MY BLOG, IT IS STILL ONLINE AS A SAFE JOURNAL, EVEN THOUGH ALL THE JERK OFFS READING IT HAVE GONE AWAY AND LEFT ME. I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME, AND I AM PACKING UP THE APARTMENT, AND LEAVING FOR FUCKING TJ, MEXICO IN A WEEK. YOU BLOODY MOTHER FUCKING SCUM BAGS WILL HAVE TO COME RIGHT OUT AND SHOOT ME TO STOP ME FROM LEAVING YOUR EVIL ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT LAPPING EMPIRE AMERICA.

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

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

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BY END OF NOVEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF JANUARY, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, JUST AS I MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ PREDICTED.

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, LOUSY FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING SHIT SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

THE MINUTE I STARTED THE BLOG, THE HACK STOPPED ME AND I HAD TO SHUT DOWN AND RE-BOOT. PAM BONDI WON’T DO HER JOB. THE FEDERAL JERK OFFS WON’T EITHER SUCH AS FBI OR ANY ACLU FORCES. THEY ARE ALL AGAINST ME. WHEN YOU CANNOT WIN; SMART PEOPLE LEARN WHEN TO SAY UNCLE AND FUCKING QUIT AND WALK AWAY. THIS IS WHAT I MUST DO NOW, AND I CUNT HUFFING KNOW IT 100%, SO I AM PACKING AND LEAVING THIS EVIL FUCKING COUNTRY, FOREVER, AND WISH ALL THE ENEMIES OF THIS NATION, ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD FIGHTING THIS EVIL FUCKING SATAN HERE TO THE WEST. LOTS OF LUCK. YOU’LL MOTHER FUCKING NEED IT, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF ONE LOUSY FUCKING PERSON WAS REAL AND NOT AN ENEMY AGENT; I WOULD HAVE BEEN AT LEAST ENCOURAGED IN SOME SNMALL WAY, BUT INSTEAD, I GET SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS:

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If these powerful truths and words are unappreciated, then the fucking hell with all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I want to come back, I will, until then, screw ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Try finding another blog like Morianity, ya rotten assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This wasn’t the mother fuckiGN answer, Christopher Bennett and Edward Lynch, YO!

ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When something is not wanted, my mama taught me to cunt lapping walk away. Fine; I will!!!!!!!!!!

When I need to record on this safe-journal, I will.

THIS TERMINATES MY MOTHER FUCKING BLOGS.

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Laugh at me all you want to, Michael McNulty, AHA AHA AHA AHA, the laugh was on fucking me all along. See you in TJ-MEX, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS, CHAPTER 025

November 21, 2014

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 (GAP-ESS) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! WHERE’VE WE ALL HEARD THIS BEFORE? DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, GODDESS THIS CAN BE A PAIN IN MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!

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To be completely honest, I cannot determine a proper present course to take Morianity, and this is not a situation that Mountainpen the Motormouth finds him in all that fucking ass frequently, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this is nit because of me, but because I have no idea at all, what THEY are up to and without a better sense of that, making large dicisions on anything is quintessential foolishness cubed. It never lets me down, unfortunately. But I also know the other stuff that I mentioned before, and won’t insult you by wasting time rehashing the shit. This jerk off with the doors is really starting to fucking get to me, Debbie, Ma’am. As if you fuckiGN give a shit, or anyone gives a mother fuckiGN shit about me. Jesus fuckiGN Christ, I may be a lot of things, but TOTALLY-STUPID is not one of them, folks, I promise you that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY “IGN-HACK” is on a nasty mother fucking roll, FCC, old pal, bob McDowell, YO!

I can mother fucking hear my WOMO-MILITUFORCE CUNT LAPPING ENEMIES RIGHT NOW IN MY HEAD, TELLING ME THEIR FAMOUS LINE OF:

“Try getting out of this one”
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“Try getting out of this one”
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“Try getting out of this one”
“Try getting out of this one”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My daughters Pee and MY, is a topic that is quite obviously extremely painful, yet leaving a void spot where a gargantuan bunch of shit exists, would only nullify if not totally obliterate th credibility of Morianity/Mountainpen. You see, many laugh at me, but in time, many are going to apologize. Oh I don’t care if they do or not, and this is not some threat. I just mean for an example, let’s say that for whatever reason, you are convinced you never wear blue ties. One day at your office, your psychiatrist comes by for unrelated reasons to you, and runs into you there. He and you have some type of post hypnotic suggestion thing going on, and he undoes whatever was blocking something, and there it is, you see a mirror on your desk, and you wearing this bright blue tie. You then realize that you just reamed out a bunch of your subordinates a short while ago for insisting you had a blue tie on. That is all I mean. I am not so small that I need you, once you come to see my shit is all totally for real, to come and slobber all up my ass with fuckiGN apologies. I just mean that you are all going to feel about two and a half fuckiGN feet tall when all is eventually played out, AHA-AHA-AHA, Aunt Arctic Snow Geraldine NSA!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go with the IGN shit again, like fucking WOW, and if I look and observe it, then it won’t fucking do it. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane; let me post the PIP containing the date and general weather information, pweeeeeeeze.

NOVEMBER 20, 2014,
THURSDAY EVENING AT 5:09,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 65 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 78%, feeling 65.
RANGE SO FAR TODAY, (H-73/L-51).

If you can mother fuckiGN read these nine years of blogs called MORIANITY, and not see why world power governments are covering up a higher reality all around us that this all gets into, you are beyond blind, and insulting your own self by wasting time on this blog. BUT, if you do see this, welcome to the very glimmering flickering miniscule hope, of freedom. I may use this term and throw it all around like th e sixties hippies of the times back then, but I can assure all of you here in almost 2015 now, that FREEDOM takes on an entirely new ”dimension”  when all this fucking shit is taken into consideration.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have come to firmly believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, back in middle 1983 somewhere, that Bruce Pennock had traveler-parents, but so did most of the peeps from my past. Still, from any of your pasts out here, think hard, and WONDER about your own fucking lives. Do yourselves one hell of a dam ass huge favor. For once in your life, people, don’t totally short-change yourselves!!!!!!!

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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?

EVERY DAY IS SATAN’S BIG DAY. BUT SATAN HAS TO WIN EVERY DAY. I ONLY HAVE TO WIN ONE DAY. THIS IS WHAT KEEPS BOTH HIM AND A LOT OF PATHETIC PROGRESSIVE INSURANCE SALESPERSONS UP AT NIGHT, HUH GORGEOUS LOVELY FLO?

THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DEATH ANGEL IS CONTINUOUS, BUZZIN IN ONE EAR, AND THEN THE OTHER EAR. IT HAS BEEN VERY BAD ALL FUCKING CUNT SNIFFING YEAR, BUT TODAY IS OFF THE CHARTS, HE JUST WON’T FUCKIGN RELENT!!!!!!!!

The joke is on you, Morty Mortino, you cock suckign grim reaper. I am right here, come and take me you silly ass fool. I want to sleep forever you dam motrher fucker and have eternal peace, DENNIS SNYDER.

Let me tell you what I didn’t tell you 5-9 years ago somewhere when I blogged about my wisdom teeth operation over at the Presbyterian Hospital of Philadelphia in 1983. The great medical world thought maybe my choking problem was in my teeth and had me get some impacted teeth removed. They never bothered me, and I wish now I had said fuck that shit Daddio, but bygones are bygones. What’s done is done, and I told a little bit about this on earlier blogging texts. I never told the entire story for a simple reason. Many things told since then, I never thought would ever be publicly blogged, and now I realize this is almost tame information next to stair chases and many powerful other things, so why not tell it now? I woke up from the operation in a ward with about five other patients. Why we were all together is also a mystery, as I was almost twenty-nine years old, and was surrounded by kids of fifteen or so, give or take a year or two perhaps. Why bubnch me in with a bunch of kids when I am a full grown adult, but then, I am very used to shit like this now at age 60, as I have had plenty of necessary adjustment time, folks, another thirty-one and a half dam ass years. In those days, I had little real enlightenment and no memory of anything beyond snow falling outside the hospital room in 1954 on the day that I came into this fuckiGN horrible ass world. If its late at night and dimly lit and you feel creepy and are alone, maybe you need to do an anti-Donna Summer and brighten up the lights before you go on reading this any dam ass further, YO. 

I bolted up from the sleeping position on the gurney and saw the patients around me all dead to the world. Then I laid back down after a minute, fully awake, but you will say I was not. I know that already, well, most of you, maybe not every single one of you reading this. The place was not a ward with windows and only a dim light was on to light up quite a large hospital ward. I wondered why I was the only one wide awake. Then I sat up a second time and saw all the kids around me sitting up and staring at me, and I said hay or something, and when they just kept staring, I figured, fuck you, and laid back down again. Then I sat up a third time, and this time, they were skeletons and not live kids. They began doing that same chant I heard when I fell unconscious one night at the licorice plant where I did guard duty in Camden, New Jersey, that I blogged about, a whisper chant about love only it was bizarre and weird and not pleasant at allm not to me. I was frozen and could not lay back down or get up and run. I tried to scream and couldn’t. Then the light went out totally and the chant got loud as all shit and I almost puked. Then the light came back on and the kds were all back to normal and laying dead to the world unconscious from their surgeries. No more skeletons. Then a nurse came in and I asked if I could go home, an d they said my mom and her friend Kay Flanagan were ready to take me, and she got a wheelchair for me to be rolled out of the ward, and into a waiting area. On the ride home, I fell asleep for a short while, and had a nightmare. I was back in the ward with the skeleton kids again, an d this time we had all began walking all around and playing some type of game, and they forced me to join their nightmarish fucking whisper chant. Then a shadow monster came in, Morty Mortino, and he announced himself as such, and I had blocked that from my mind until just a few months ago. He said to me in a paraphrase now, addressing me as ‘you’, ‘You, the only reason I can’t get at you is because you are a fraction too fast for me. Wanna’ know the reason; well I’ll tell you the reason. It’s ’cause you made contact with Diana and talk to her on that machine system you got’. Right after this, I awoke and was petrified, and never said a word about this. Within a day, maybe two days tops; I had blocked this entire nightmare out of my head, another October 5, 2008 deal I suppose, and am starting to wonder how many of them there may be.

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.

POOR ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, AND NOW, MWM.

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FROM HERE TO FUCKING HOT ASS HELL, IN VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS TO FREE SPEECH, AND THEY NEED TO BE PUT INTO MOTHER FUCKING ASS PRISON FOR 10 YEARS, MINIMUM, AND SUFFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WAY THEY MAKE ME SUFFER, TIT FOR FUCKING TAT; WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT OLD BIBLICAL ‘FUCKIGN’ JUCTICE FOR CRISSAKE???? THERE IS ANOTHER ILLEGAL HACK IN THIS MACHINE SOMEWHERE. I CANNOT CAPITALIZE A GROUPING OF SIX LETTERS, OR IT WILL CHANGE TO ALL SMALL CASE LETTERING, S-P-E-A-C-H. IT WILL ALLOW THE TWO EE LETTERS, SPEECH. BUT WATCH IF I TRY TO MAKE THIS A CAPITOL LETTER WORD, speech, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI OF FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is either a Philadelphia fucking FLEYERS HOCKEY GAME going on now as I try to do this blog, or something is happening, as this is the worst mother fucking continual hacking I have had in forever just about. I am going to shut down after I SAVE my document and boot back up, and if it is still this bad, I AM GOING TO DIAL 911, AND LET THE OFFICER SEE THIS IS PERSON, AND MAYBE I CAN GET A REPORT TO SEND TO YOU, MIZZ BONDI, this is mother fucking ridiculous!!!!!!!

http://piperbasenji.blogspot.com/2012/05/dalmatians.html  

FOLKS, THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive quite naturally, many varying and different views. WHAAAAAAAA, MCNULTY!!!!! 

The quick and the dead and E=MC SQ are all connected up to 400 instants per minute of planet Earth and its photon consciousness ratio, (PCE) something not known about until much later on in the century, kind folks.   It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC, yeah you get the idea, hopefully, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW AM I BEING FUCKING HARASSED, 1988-2015^, GREAT & POWERFUL
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Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

EVERY DAY OR JUST ABOUT, THE DJIA IS UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY’RE NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU MARK WAYNE MOHR, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST SHUT THE FUCKING SHIT UP, AT LEAST FOR FIVE OR TEN MINUTES WHILE GETTING DRILLED AT ATLANTIC CITY BUS STOPS BY ANNOYING BRATTY LITTLE GIRLS AND MIRROR-BOYFRIENDS OF MY MOM, BACK IN THE INVERT YEAR OF 1996 LOVE SONNETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CRISSAKE SARAH KRASSLE; YOU’RE KILLING ME, YOU WILD CRAZY GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BOY DO THESE MOTHER FUCKERS SUCK!!!!

You really do have to admit that I called that bastard fucking super bull rally on the stock market, folks, and you know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

871 is my PRIVECODE NUMBER, TO QUOTE THE GREAT INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION OF 1983. WITHOUT THEM, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. BUT THERE IS MORE ABOUT THIS MACHINE THEY MADE BACK THEN, JUST JUST SCREENING YOUT TELEPHONE CALLS. IT IS ALSO ABOUT LEARNING YOUR OWN PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER (PCN). This needs to be spelled out a bit more, as folks, we all have one you know.  WHAAAAAAAAA. All things, all of us, we all have a PCN, even th epilot up in that plane above my building right now, and the one yesterday too, they have a PCN. There are 81 of these things, each inside its own private little reality, and some realities are connected with others, while some are not, called GAWNUM COMPATIBILITY, by the teachings in Morianity.

I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock.  Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, and now, is the very soon from that past blogging time, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bruce was connected to me in ways that went beyond the Cooley Hall, whereas I never saw Bob McDowell or Jerry Heitzmann, after leaving there. Bob’s family moved to Fort Wayne, Indiana shortly after my leaving the place, and I could not tolerate Jerry’s dad, Bob Heitzmann. I did not need that bastard treating me like shit. I was over 18 and was not about to fuckiGN put up with shit that I no longer had to as a result of reaching the age of mother fuckiGN pussy huffing majority, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bruce as you know was quite the electronics expert, and n one of us need the great Jason Forrest, his followers, or the illustrious Aquarius Records to show us this. You can click on that site and see just what he was doing, and that should tell you that we messed around with more than just Monopoly games, and cheated at more than just that, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, YO MY SIX on that stare behind me. We can do a James Garner Rockford File deal here, and discuss a lot more, LATER ON!!!!!!!!

Sarah didn’t want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna’ blow her fuse.

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QUIT HACKING MY MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’  MOUSE, YOU COCK LICKING DIRT BAG EVIL BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s funny, Frank Lombardo. Real dam funny, HA-HA-HA. LET ME JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE, Paula Weston and Paula King. At least one of them never raped me!!!! JOY MCCOY, Star Trek McCoy that is. Angels and ministers of Grace, defend us. Well defend me aniwho, Mister Nemoy Spock, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough’s ear in my pocket to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs.

OK, I’m back and on regular time, Copyright Office Examiners of the nineteen-eighties. I am one sick fucking puppy, and may not last out the month, WEEEEEEEEEEE, I’ll be rid of all of you cunt chewing rotten monsters then!

I was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. One way or another, we are always with the ESS, think about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SILWEE FUCKING WHAAAAAAAAABIT, YO YO YO!

All grown up was Wilson the Voodoo Priest who had a doll that looked just like me, and had a handkerchief around its throat; just like in that great soap show of the Macumba nature, back in the nineteen-sixties, called, “Dark Shadows”. In the show, a handkerchief was used by a gorgeous witch named Angelique, to choke Barnabas Collins before he became the famous idol and vampire, adored by millions, Mister Jonathan NOT-Fried, “FRID”. Still, if you look at my 1997 copyrighted music project, and the lyrics to the song where I took the 1988 McDonald dancer’s music from, with the lyrics that prove my connections to my older daughter; that is unless you really want to buck some absurd odds to not believe I am for REAL/E, Tommy boy; you’ll plainly see that THE MISTS ARE HERE, and straight from what many mortals call, (HELL) and is in fact Dogtown, and is run by the one third evil part of the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL; the ASTRAL PLANE GOVERNING ‘POLITICAL’ BODY, if you will allow me to word it that way. Hay, I’m fucking doing my dam ass best, peeps, YO! Hollywood’s Michael Landon’s West Collingswood, New Jersey, town nickname,  was Ugie and Googie; depending on how close you were to him. He was a troubled soul, and he also knew the mighty truths of dream control; as this was done, all throughout his great television show, ‘HTH’, the initials just happening to correspond to the high school a couple miles down the road where I went to in seventh and eighth grade, the HTH School, and HTH as in ‘Highway To Heaven’, symbolic coincidence, but a coincidence and connection just the same. Wilson who went to the same sike ward I went to in the sixth grade, in this universe in the hyperspace, the (New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute), (NJNPI) for short as they always called it there, my boarding school promise number 1, and there was a number 2, for reasons the entire EW knows about, I promise; but let us not piss off my daughter’s peeps any more right now. I am not able to dare tell anywhere near  and close to what I want to, you know, all of the shit, I simply DON’T FUCKING DARE! But I am going to talk all around a lot of shit, and even this is going to be very major!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now these wild girls promised to make all of my CUPI DREAMS come true, if I would just follow them into this place and do something, most of it is hazy, but even the parts that were not, are really unbloggable if I wish to remain alive and in one piece, relatively fucking safe from major MILITUFORCE HARM! The person I ran into at the Publix five or six weeks back that was all part of this late September debacle or nightmare or surreal indescribable total hell, call it whatever you like; she told me in so many words that she was studying dreaming and even Morianity, and that the family put her onto Morianity, and that others I do not know about in the family tried to do something I discussed and it worked!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stronghold places, places of power and where reality seems to form time-tube chemtrail-like connections, were talked about way back on tapes to Shorty MacInvondi, and long before Listener Theresa was crapping in her diapers, and this blew a mountain called Saint Helen’s. Funny that I know so many Helen’s, you know, lovely daughter Helen Beatles FBI Harris, Zebriski Martino, and I could go on, Felkner Ziggy’s Florida-Nurse buddy in the sixties, it is only time that stops me from typing on and on and on, DON-HACKERS! So say ‘hi’ to Sandy, and Cheltenham Hyperspace High!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Going on here, would be real forbidden territory. Now, a door opened up at the far end of the room, and out came Dawn-Marie King, and I knew it was her at about age fifteen. She had bright red hair, and they began calling her Dawn; and she of course did not know or recognize me. She knocked me down and tore my clothes off and fucked the shit out me and made out with me passionately. I won’t say that I did not enjoy it immensely or I would be a total fucking liar. Oh Jeeez Mister McNulty and Mister McGuire. WHAT A FAMILY, JUST LIKE THE DVD  CLEVERLY ADMITS TO, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAY DOROTHY; ARE WE STILL IN FUCKING KANSAS?
MAYBE MY LIFE IS FLASHING BY, AGAIN, COPYRIGHT OFFICE OF 2000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we began to walk into this, he handed me a pair of very old blue sandals that fit my feet perfectly, and a green jersey and some shorts that were sort of brownish gray in color, and everything fit as though I had just been to a professional tailor to have these custom made just for fucking me, YO. There was writing on the shorts, the number 100, the number 2, the letters ANN, and the letters GOLDHAIR. At the waste-band area of the shorts, it clearly read WALMART PRODUCTS, INC. I have bought clothes over the years in waking life at the Walmart, but never ever saw a tag or writing with that display. When we got to the end of this tunnel that seemed to me to be a mile long, it came to just a door, and he opened it with a combination pattern and also, an eyeball ID recognition system. I got very scared at that point, but reluctantly followed him into a very large home that was beyond this door. Remember that little fucking PIP, kind peeps? Well, Paul Tomastik of Lindenwold, New Jersey, remember how back in 1975 old buddy, when I painted houses with you that summer, and how you told me to get something for you when you were on top of a roof, and you said, “OPPOSITE” the driver’s side in the station wagon, and what did I do, but go TO THE DRIVER’S SIDE?????? I know something is mother fuckiGN screwed up inside my mother fuckiGN brain, I know this. But I know somebody is responsible for fuckiGN cunt screwing it all up to begin fuckiGN cunt with, lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister observing Macy, did they hit me with a huge FUCKING “IGN-HACK” back there, crissake, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

They said stuff about what really does happen, how when the stock market needs a shove and a directional change to the up side, they have all the people in my wing and floor all together as one big party, that do stuff and make noise at perfect times, just like I always knew was real. The meeting went on and on, and then I looked up at the fuckiGN ceiling, and I don’t remember whether I shit my fuckiGN pants or not, folks. I saw the words, NEW JERSEY CHAPTER of the BOHEMIAN GROVE CLUB!!!!! One thing is for sure. Someone broke  into my 3.1 OFFICE SYSTEM, ‘FBI’, ON THIS COMPUTER ILLEGALLY; and erased out my downloaded or pasted in or whatever you call it, from Google records, all my shit with the great ALMIGHTY ALIEN 1972 INTERDIGITAL CORPORATION, THAT I KNEW AS IMMC AND BOUGHT MY PRIVECODE MACHINE FROM, IN LATE 1982, while in my final month or so at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. Here it is if you want to see the place. I do not have a photo of the home I moved into from there at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in Jersey, several miles to the east of the Voorhees apartment complex. First, PIP MUMMY old pal, don’t turn me into a jack-in-the-box and put me in any cornfields, YO, but let me paste this in, then I will paste in ROBIN HILL’S front fucking office row, of course it goes on a long way and the photo does not show that!!! Now me, I go on a long way too, and the photo shows that, but you’ve seen my ugly pus enough, and not my puss, RUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR LARGE FULL PAGE LIGHTNING CHART, GO TO: ONE OF MANY, IS ON: ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.

EXPRESSIONS AND SAYINGS; ALL MY ORIGINALS:

HOLY HOT HURL HICCUPS, TIME TO SAY UNCLE-NUFF.
SUNRAM AND DODGESLAM
SWEET GIANT JACOBSON
SPEAK OF THE LENNY-NICKVIL
HOT SHINGLE SHIT
HOLY MOTHER MARILOO BLUE
BLUCRANTRAN MCCOO TECK, THE OTHER FOOD, BMT
CRISIS LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING, RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING, STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS THE CESS-MESS
YES THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 006-007 A AND B: THIS IS WHERE A PASTE IMAGE CAN BE FOUND FOR THE JUPITER INLET CAM.

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 019, USE THIS FOR PASTING ALL REVENGE YOUTUBE VIDS.

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 008:
USE THIS FOR MAKING LARGE WIDE PASTED IN BLOG.

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YOU CUNT LAPPING GOT THAT STRAIGHT, MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO!!!

Oh Lordess Marcucci, it’s getting heavier and heavier, and I know how powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator!!!!!!!!!! My best to both the teacher friend from non Highway to Heaven, and PAUL, even if the NASA astronaut’s daughter, B.L., hated him for a while!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS, CH-24

November 20, 2014

MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS

CHAPTER 024

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

NOVEMBER 20, 2014,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:37,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 76%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.

There have been times in my life where if you just are yourself and don’t try to use all possible things to your advantage, you will completely fall. The recent case around a year back was with the county food-EBT or ‘stamp’ situation and my attempts to re-apply for minimum benefit, if for no other reason than to keep a medical benefit that in this county and state, go hand in hand. You may remember, or not; this whittle PIP that talks about this very thing, I now add it in for you, kind viewers.

At first the lady was very nasty with me, and only when my back is half way through a wall, not backed up against it but half way through it into the next room, do I resort to this but yes, I used ”shrinkology” on her. She had an easy tell-read for being the one with all the answers and the smartest person in the room. I then cleverly fed her lots of subtle but unmissable compliments, and she began to respond, and I got exactly what I needed. I do not believe in using these so called ”The-Mentalist-TV” Patrick Jane abilities, not normally. But I am so down and fucking out, that I had, as Barnabas Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in the late nineteen-sixties, ”NO CHOICE”. He said to her that she left him no choice but to do a Roseann Delaney on her and bite her throat out, so she’d need an Enzemeter to sing real well after that day, if she lived, I guess, Mike McNulty; even if she shared another PP and my favorite color; right Annsaga King Songwriter of Atlantic City and Hammonton??????????

LSS peeps, this year, I did not get any papers at all for a re-app, so I will be calling my medical insurance, as they told me when late November rolls around, they will handle things, to avoid me having those major problems that occurred last year for me with all of this horse dung.

With all this new age social media garbage taking over the world, and the least little thing being tweeted by just about all people; maybe a few good things now get said about various things, along with the normal complaint-rations. But in older times, when old snail mail letters were the main if not only average source of communicating things; it was rare when anyone would take the time to write to anyone and compliment anything. All businesses back then knew only too well, letters were basically complaints. This is why when a good thing needs to be said, and for us old fucks who laugh at social media; I feel the need to express them, since indeed, I do have a blog, puny as it may appear to be. There are several things that need addressing in that positive area, and this blog won’t be getting to this. But one that is upcoming will. Just so you know what is happening here, good folks.

I had a short fire alarm burst at around half past eleven this morning, waking me up. Yesterday I had a fire alarm go off and stay off until E-15 came to deactivate it. Tomorrow, the dam ADT system peeps will be here at my building, testing it for most of the day, according to a note left at my door from management personnel.

Now that very same blog where I pasted in the part regarding problems I was having with reapplying for my county-EBT, also had this little following PIP, that applies real well to this weekend, as the temperatures are going to be in the eighties feeling around 90 and the skies clear as well. Unlike the cool snap, or when it was too hot for the beach, if my enemies do not think I will keep my word here, that may be the biggest mistake in judgment they have made in decades.

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don’t mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was out on errands and at Publix, I told you how I ran into the manager, who I feel is in league with TAWF, but cannot prove it. What I did not tell you is that while I was standing in the check-out line, two lovely young girls not out of their twenties or barely, were in another line, flirting with me. As usual, I just ignored the situation, but this weekend, WOMO-MILI-2-FARCES may not be so friggin’ lucky, BOXER-HALL 1979-1991!!!!!!!! Did you just say ”AHA-AHA-AHA-CHAPELS”, MISTER MCNULTY, SIR?????????????????

They are getting a never ending BULL RALLY ON WALL STREET WITH THIS ENDLESS DEATH PERSECUTION OF ME. They injured my bowels again with another subsonic blast attack. After I am dead and gone, you’ll all see. When the police want you in the coming years; they will make you suddenly shit yourself by turning on a little machine in their patrol car. As I speak, at cunt chewing 1:08, Dirtbag Jane Fonda Sleaze-Hole; I am getting a super nasty major left side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, GEE I WONDER ‘FUCKIGN’ CUNT YYYYYYYYYYYY?????????????????? Hacking is beginning now also, folks, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD??????????????????????

I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!

I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!

I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!

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OH SHIT GREAT FOLKS. JUST SHOOT ME VALERIE BERTRINELLI AND SUSAN LUCCI AND BROOKE SHIELDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS LAZY BOY IS SIGNING OFF 4-NOW YO!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS, CH-23

November 19, 2014

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I AM DYING, AND SO IS MY BLOG, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY. Everything is so really funny. You and Hair’s Big-Tits Sheila Franklin, huh Gaines family of 2015??????????

Back in 1977, I met a real jerk off named Jan Nace, who did sound recording, and thought he was a little god, at the age of twenty-nine. He had a little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers, build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOYU novels, for me to even start cracking open, all of this major mother fucking shit. That does not mean it is not there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I will do all of this, just give me some time, and hay; all good Delaney vamps out there; where are you when I need you and WALMART VOICEMAILS, BRAH?????????? I haven’t even started blowing your mind yet, Count Russell Von Marcucci Zoomneck from Great Neck.

No one thing ever happens to any of us. We see life as a series of things and stuff that happens to us, brought to us as the TV sponsors love to say so often, by the sensory system, or our human five senses, you know, sight, sound, touch, feel, and taste!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a huge illusion, and one that the great formula of E=NC SQ totally proves to be nothing but illusion, but most people do not even want to understand even the smallest and most basic part of what the great Sir AE meant by expressing this formula. Also, the reason that Quantum Theories are rejected, are not because they will drive you mad when fully understood, and then applied, by seeing these truths reflected back to those that finally get it all, in their own lives. Oh no, it goes even far far far beyond any of that, lovely Ingrid of 1984. Life is not we humans interacting in some cosmos and universe, with each other. It is tiny little bits of energetic systems more complex and perfect than the great vessels that have taken us off this world and out into shallow space expansion. And these tiny things arrange in a crazy system of five dimensional jig saw puzzles. The way it all works, is why things go on rolls, and luck appears to have streaks, and why when playing the game of Monopoly for example, as long as no one is cheating of course; as you cannot cheat real-life in case you’ve not figured that out folks, but really; if you’ve played this game enough, you know that once you get going, you are not the player that will end up bankrupt. You also have learned that if you don’t catch fire, financially speaking, you are going to be the dude or duddess who gets all chewed up and eaten for dinner, on many plates, such as, and I am only quoting a voicemail left me from a couple years back, but on the great plate of PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, as he told me he will have a friend of mine for dinner. Who knows, maybe he and Mister Lechter work side by side and it’s a bigger kept secret than the McGuire Memory Removers Society, secretly known by many Bohemians and Rosicrucian’s as the MMR Society or just the MMRS! My simple point here folks is this. Imagine buying 100 large 3-D jig saw puzzles, mixing up every single piece into one gigantic pile, throwing away the many photos on the boxes of what these pieces will become when all put properly together, and then just to make my point and and a great example come to life, speed up the process a few gazillions to the power of a few gazillions of times, so that each and every minute, all of these pieces will be able to be put together, disassembled and put back together about 400 times or more. The greatest NSA computers cannot do this, not yet, but just say that they could, and did. Now make them a gazillion times better still than in the previous example so that it is not 100 puzzles but gazillions of them. Now you have a boring system of things being taken apart and put back together over and over, and really fast. After some gazillions of hypothetical characters living inside these puzzles yell out the word “BORING” enough gazillion times, suddenly, they hear and respond, and say to themselves, these puzzles need not be the same thing each time, but can be all kinds of end result completions. Now this is when the interactions of any living consciousness inside of this hypothetical system, can begin to get extremely interesting. In a super compressed nutshell, this is the reality that you all call COSMOS, or you, and your interaction in this LIFE, and WHATEVER it all really is about. Well, it is not about anything. If you insist that it needs some goal and objective, some agenda from some creative intellect that constructed it, you would be way off base and wrong. This intelligent intellect that made this is breaking away from a horrible void nothingness, into a wild series of created dreaming interactions, all of this, and all of us. The very last thing it wants to do is to have a plan or destiny, or any kind of an order that would remotely suggest a desired end result, as this is what it worked so hard to break out and away from to ”begin with” only nothing begins in zero dimensional void, unfathomable as this concept may appear to seem. If on the Astral Plane before we dream down further onto this material realm through BRAIN-MIND connected reality or M=E/C-SQD, things get all wild and beyond verbal description, so that right now in this universe, we all hope for some plan or greater destiny or GOD or any of this; it is only because of what is going on in higher or Astral Plane reality, before we dream down into material caporial physicality. Once we screw up ideas and start all sorts of shit going, then there goes that mother fucking Monopoly game, and that on a roll gambler, and so forth. Now we have a GOD with a PLAN, and commandments and a savior, and I claim it is all a huge wild GAME, although this almighty entity may disagree with me. I speak of the lovely 16 year old Sarah Krassle, of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. One thing is for sure, lads and lassies. She and her wonderful family, have done a number on me and my life, that is so incomprehensible and inconceivable times infinity cubed, that blogging exact details would never be at all possible. All I ever can really hope to do is tell a little here, a little there, and survive a while until she totally wipes me out of this dream once and for all. That is coming soon, and is why this blog-book is called the book of MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS, not that anything ever can die, as it never got born either, outside of this huge parlor illusion of space-time-mind that the great physicists are beginning to label very recently as space time atoms.

Well, in 1970, Victoria Marie Callio told me that I have very gorgeous hair. Two years before this, Donna Summer who then was Donna Adrian Gaines of Boston, Massachusetts, the great disco diva; already knew this, and a lot more; even down to nine-eleven. Exactly why she claimed to have been a victim of the attack, I do not know. Some do, and I know my daughter does. If crushed mercury was behind so much, as many experts claim; why then, are buildings control-exploded (imploded) all over the civilized world, years before and years after nine eleven? DS did not die of lung cancer because of that silliness, but for reasons too powerful to print, I believe I know why she wanted people closest to her in her final days, to believe that total fabrication of truth. Those TWIN TOWERS had something inside of them that is so powerful, it dwarfs the pyramids, and all of Wall Street and anything else you can think of all put together. Donna sang a special song, along with her private HAIR rendition, about this event that was for her in 1968, 33 years in the future, and 33 is a powerful building number, as building or builder is the name MASON, and the MASONS have a powerful affinity with number 33, for very secret reasons that only high top degreed members know about in totality. The song discusses wanting the two dollars back, two dollars and twin towers, on the ASTRAL-PLANE mean precisely the same thing. The song was about being on the day after the disaster, the twelfth of September, and the lyrics were plain as day, and the United States  Office of the Copyrights has a copy, as I slipped an accidental flip side of th e song onto my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT music projects, back late in the eighties, for a very powerful reason. I already knew all of this, and more, way back then. You do too, but you do not have a clue how to access it. You see it as knowing some weird yet un-happened thing, instead of seeing why five dimensional puzzle pieces all go flying around some huge hyperspace about four-hundred times each and every minute, from Planet Earth’s time perspective and view of course.

Hay, if the enemy is going to break my body and break my property and fuck up my life, then IT IS TIME TO GET MY RETALIATION AND TELL MORE POWERFUL FUCKIGN SECRETS. Back the shit fuckiGN off mother fucking dirt bags, and so will I. Don’t, and well, good old Aunt Arctica can always spit snow around the planet in very unusual proportions. I try as hard as I can to warn people of shit, and if they wanna’ fuckiGN ignore me and only give me a fucking 90 reads a day blog count, while blogs that post shit of zero consequence get seven digit reads, fine. I cannot strong arm anyone, as I have weak arms. I never make any bones about that, and even told how a girl who just turned fourteen years old, lovely Keisha, gave me one punch in my right arm in 1999 and fractured it. To this day you can see where this lovely monster giant teen girl slaughtered my entire upper arm with a love tap. No, I cannot strong arm any of you. You just go do whatever turns you all on, YO! That is all cool with me!

Oh by gosh by golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead ass serious, there are no words; Auntie Dearest!

NOV-MEMBER 19, 2014,
WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 1:46,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 49 DEGREES FNHT.

TOM REALE’S A ‘MEMBER’ OF THE ESS AND EVEN SOLD HIS CORNWALL AVENUE HOME TO THE ATLANTIC CITY WATERWORKS, ACMUA IN THE NINETEEN-NINETIES.

Recently, the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won’t last much longer so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night. Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this mode. Just why it does, by the way, don’t ask me, just know that I know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything, hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled; but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life, and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying it.  I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some reason and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless, as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing and been every possible one of us, and have interacted with every possible one of us in every possible relationship. This seems beyond inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the hyperspace. Anyway, my aunt Geraldine snow was suddenly there, and after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from 12 to 30 for a best guess on  my part, also were coming into this place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern, and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said, THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke, and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there and why I faked having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would call for medical hep and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed up face following my beating, I would then tell her what I was able to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside the main area hollered out, ”turn on the dam ass music, so that we don’t have to hear the prick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could hear the word ‘MY’ and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good Girl”, began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my landlord’s home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around 2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald and my cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not  and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town’s name that are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and ‘SHEM’; matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters and also being the word of ‘HE’, and other than for these Babylonian super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of you out here have had this happen in your lives so don’t bother denying it; but I realized this was a ‘dream’ that I had in part, on numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some call these things, ‘recurring dreams’. I always liked that L&O episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski life to take them to the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome beautiful young hunny’s that I ever saw in my entire life, almost a twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker needs some fucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show, this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller and towered over everybody, and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacked, and had long light brown hair much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up to me and began telling me that it won’t work, and to leave the place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition, in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away, and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped and she then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of questions, I didn’t, but this doppelganger other me was doing it; with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that wanted to have the details about Sunram’s DE system. She did not seem to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that ki was suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to Staten Island and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their affairs. This went on a while and she then asked me to take her back to her car and I did so. When I drove off I thought that she had driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she deiced to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it was, well, I wanted to say, my aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my Aunt over there. Her window rolled down and she aimed a large magnum, the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone is shot and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me, and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.

”The possibilities”, to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that sixties show on TV, called ‘Bewitched’, ”are endless”. Do not think about one other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe Mountainpen is no fake phony asshole, this works, so let me do the next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, ”I really am here, and now I can choose to take over my other self and become a true transdimensional somnambulist. Sleep walkers are nothing more than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation, invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was only a TYPE-1-EXPTN, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.

No, it isn’t the ninth day in March, but it will be, again. Things go round and round and round. But I will always love my beautiful ES-CHARTER-MOONS that seem to light up the night sky, magically over the school there in PSL-FL-USA. Day or night, I just go up and see them by clicking on the TIME LAPSE prompt, and then when different moons come on, I just hit the PAUSE on that other selection of menu options that comes up. Then; there they all are, my wonderful moons. WOW Mister Macy. I ran into the Manager of Publix and told him how Dennis never wanted to be paid the money I owed him. He just smiled, he knows more shit than a barrel of overweight baboons drinking from a pool of pure Kaopectate. I am so tired of your game, lovely Almighty SARAH KRASSLE, so tired. When will you shut me off???

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FANTASTIC LIGHTNING SHOT, FANTASTIC LARGE MOON SHOTS, COMPRESSED 1983-1997 © INFO PAGE IN ORDER TO SHOW LIFE PATTERN, BIKINI GIRL SHOTS, MANY OTHERS INCLUDING GREAT WHITE SHARK AND DOW JONES TOLD YOU PASTE IN PHOTOS, JUST GO TO ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029. ALSO BEST WEATHER-BUG, WITH RED HURRICANE BLOCK CHART PASTE-IN, IS ON HERE. PHOTOS OF ROBIN HILL, MANY OTHER ITEMS ALSO.

Safe Journal Tape 25, has LIGHTNING SHOT, with both long streaks and photo of CG bolt coming down onto a dark night street somewhere.

MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 014, use this blog for pasting in GIRLS IN BIKINIS. THIS IS NOT THE ORIGINAL WHERE MORE GIRLS ARE SHOWN. THAT IS BEING SEARCHED FOR.

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00010, GIVES A CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER OF COPYRIGHTS FROM 1984-1989 AND THEN 1996 AND 1997 PLUS THE COPYRIGHT PAGE STUFF, A GREAT PASTE FOR PROOFS ON THINGS PERTAINING TO THIS TIME PERIOD AND MUSIC REGISTRATIONS BY ME USING THE © OFFICE AS A TIME CAPSULE.

ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS PHOTOS WITHOUT GOING TO THEIR WEBSITE, USING MY BLOGS, GO TO:
ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.

LARGE MOON PHOTOS, GO TO:
ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.

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.

FOR INFO PASTED IN REGARDING IMMC, NOW THE INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION, GO TO CHAPTER 012 OF ‘THE MIND DIMENSION’.

NOTES TO MYSELF:

Journal Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.

Prof. Michio Kaku is from NY City University. (NYU)

Use #25,771, Journal Tape, when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current blog, and also JCT #25801.
JOURNAL TAPE #25,788, long blog with many good paste in photos

It’s no surprise that roof-jumpers change their minds half way down (and that people avoid jumping as a method for that reason). That is, unless you enjoy mind-blowing terror and the feeling of shitting in your pants in midair like that pooping bungee jumper guy.

THIS IS TO SEE OF THIS POSTS TO BLOGER WITH JUST MY FEW WRITTEN PARTS, ALONG WITH THE GREAT SUICIDE INFORMATION, BUT THE REAL HEART BREAKING STUFF FROM A COMMENTOR ON THAT SITE WILL BE EXCLUDED; AND TO GET THE FULL IMPACT OF THIS BLOG, YOU MUST GO AND READ IT ALL; AND SEE HOW SOCIAL MEDIA IS INDEED THE REAL NEW AGE BOSS, AND NEW AGE BULLY OF US ALL, SOONER, OR MOTHER FUCKING LATER, AND IF NOT US, IT WILL DEFINITELY STRIKE SOMEONE WHO WE LOVE AND CARE ABOUT, IT IS JUST A MATTER OF DAM TIME, I PROMISE, KIND FOLKS, I TRULY ‘FUCKIGN’  PROMISE YOU THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOY BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, THOSE ‘IGN’ HACKS ARE ON A REAL MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING ROLL THIS YEAR!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3 SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 10-10-10+4, DOOGIE HOWSERS OF THE MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MUST READ THIS ABOUT SUICIDE, IT IS NOT ONLY FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, BUT IT IS BEYOND NIGHTMARE HORRORS TO WATCH SOCIAL MEDIA BECOMING THE QUINTESSENTAIL BULLEY OF THIS PLANET, AND THE SHEEPLE ALL OVER THE PATHETIC CREATION, NOT SEEING, NOT REALIZING, BLIND, STUPID, AND BEYOND PATHETIC, IF YOU HAVE A HEART ANYWHERE INSIDE OF YOU, YOU WILL CRY BEFORE YOU FINISH READING!!!

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Forget the suicide shit folks. Why give a bunch of fucking rat ass mother fuckers their way too dam easy????????

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I obviously can’t change your mind about this and I don’t particularly see the need to. BUT, a person can screw up a suicide just like anything else and so I offer this guide on how to do it right. Yes, it does matter. This is the act that everyone will remember about you forever and ever. So, before you go rushing into it…

The following is a true story. I knew a girl in High School named Skyler.

Hay, you knew Skyler, and I knew Scylla. WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, DICK!

So do I wish to survive another 24 hours?

Hay why not folks? I am not this bad off quite yet.Why not

…he competes in triathlons.

But I digress.

All of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state. Sinner, saint, serial killer, your best friend, your worst enemy, your Mom, Osama Bin Laden, Jesus, Jeffrey Dahmer, George W. Bush, Michael Moore, Mel Gibson, child molesters, child molester victims, all wind up in the same spiritual Terri Schiavo state of mindless vegetation. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, total oblivion? WOW-WEE, way too good to be true and I was brought up to fear this great GOD/ESS!

Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL.

I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA’AM!

I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named ”Systemotics”. No one can prove it, but a child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration. Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is real power, when they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”.  Folks, I personally can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present day global culture and concepts with religions and cults, Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9 centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system world wide, as it went from cult to the Roman Catholic Church, which today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over. Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.  And shall we not forget NASA had the employee Donna Hair, and the hacker that broke into NASA had the name McKINNON, as in Lenny the record promoter from 1980. When I drove down to Florida in the middle of mother fucking December, back in 2009, and got near at all, on I-95, to the NASA-headquarters; the air harassment grew all around me, as if I was the son of Bin Laden. What did I ever fucking do to any of these mother fuckiGN sick bastards, YO YO YO YO YO YO??????

General Patton and I share three huge things. We don’t like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ”GROUP” that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

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

MY BLOGS:  PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
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To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
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.

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     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

MY PREVIOUS BLOG THAT WAS MAJOR HACKED:

{{{((‘CHAPTER 022——–MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS’))}}}

This blog may appear scrambled, due to a  major computer system crash, FBI.

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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  POWERFUL (GAP) ”EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY”!

These mother fucking scumbag enemies just crashed my computer, and ruined my entire mother fuckiGN blog.
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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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Oh my beautiful brand new red moon over the ES CHARTER SCHOOL love you and all of the other gorgeous sister moons all around you. Shine on, and without any boat trips, make out sessions, and wealthy family members. I cannot believe how many wonderful moons are all shining for me.

Well my MORIANS and my LESSIANS out here, whoever each of you really is, and you know, I honestly don’t care, as that is your own darn business, but hay, SUP? Let me tell you that yesterday, the evil demonic wicked WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE made that snap sound on my audio system. Fortunately, I had the volume very low. I called the Radio Shack and asked if I used a wire to connect the ground screw on each of my machines, where I should hook the end of all the wires to, and they said, unscrew the little outlet plate center screw and there is a built in ground inside there. But the dude I spoke to told me it will eliminate any hum sounds that might be happening, but not stop a loud sudden click. This is obviously something I must send an official letter to the FCC and my local Congressman, Honorable Patrick Murphy, in regards to this, and I plan to. I know that all kinds of local areas with the correct electronic equipment if powered way up, could indeed be aimed in here at my me and my stuff in this apartment, illegally. They do nothing but endlessly persecute me and damage my property and my body, ever since August 15, 1986 when this hell all began to get far worse, coming off of an already preexisting spiritual condition or situation,to quote James T. Burr.

Sometime late this morning or early afternoon, the EVIL FART SNIFFING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE attacked again, with electronic/utility persecution, as they go on rolls with this and have now for nearly thirty emmereffing years. I was asleep and had the phone with me on open end circuit or off-hook. Again, they made that horrrible deafening squeal that is so loud, I don’t know it doesn’t emmereffing bust the dam ass telephone. For those who don’t know about phone lines, at least land line systems and in the olden days, and maybe still, you are limited to sound based on the telephone you use. You can hook a landline phone into an entire home theater system if you know how, and have basically the same quality sound as anything else that comes out of any good home theate or stereo system. If you have a normal desktop type old style phone as I do and most likely most of you don’t even know what I’m talking about; but if you do, the sound is like those tiny little TV speakers from long ago, to quote the great lovely Diana Ross from her 1983 Central Park Concert. I thought at the time how funny this all was. None of you are anything but clueless, as you see me as dumb and out of step, when I was thirty years ahead of any of your parents back in the eighties. Here’s this top friggin’ recording artist saying stuff about tiny little TV speakers not sounding good, and I was listening to my TV through my large stereo system back in 1983.  Well, these jerk offs just won’t stinking relent. They persecute me endlessly, and after 2 and 3 years of it, I had more than had enough persecution for any ten lifetimes, and is why I wrote and copyrighted those two projects, in 1988 and 1989 about being harassed all the time, misspelling the word (SIC) means spelled incorrectly, and is placed on a copyright form if a word is used by the claimant but is misspelled. Why won’t you help me, Mizz Bondi, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

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I will see if any of it comes out by posting. I was super persecuted with utility harassment. They made a loud click on my home theater system yesterday, and today made a loud squeal on my phone again, while I was sleeping. I am under a horrendous mother fucking death siege that never ever ends, and then I write my blog and the system fucking just crashed around twenty minutes before seven. Now they made a word vanish with a MOUSE ‘FUCKIGN’ HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR. The (FUCKIGN HACK) is bad too.

You know people, reality just is. The very same truth exists for Christian believers, as it does for atheists. If there is this wonderful GOD, the atheists are wrong and will find out when they die. If believers are wrong, there was no god, and they won’t even get to find it out. Now my words after this are quite simple. Hay Twinbay, make a positive out of that little pile of shit, and I’ll marry you!

NOVEMBER 18, 2014,
TUESDAY NIGHT AT 7:04 
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 50 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE SO FAR TODAY, (H-70/L-50)
HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND W.C. FEELS 49.
NW WINDS ARE 3, GUSTING TO 20.

I DEMAND MY PROPS!!! JUST WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE DOW AFTER THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME BY THESE FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!

When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU  NOT ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL;  BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM  NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK  AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother’s friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.

An eternal paste in page or (PIP), Mister Mummy Twilight Zone; would be as follows, from earlier back last April, of this 2014 year.

A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING AND WITHIN AN HOUR OR SO OF POSTING MY LAST BLOG, THAT SOME FORCE DID NOT WANT POSTED UP, OR REALLY; SOME POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, TO SAY IT BETTER; NOW THAT MORIANITY HAS MANAGED TO ADVANCE THIS FAR INTO THE TOTAL TRUTH OF WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT; OR THE ENDLESS UNIVERSAL QUESTION OF HUMANKIND, SINCE CRAWLING OUT OF THE MOTHER FUCKING OCEANS FROM A LONG TIME AGO, ON THIS SICK DISEASED PLANET OF OURS!

ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, AS I SAID!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
18,000 points before the end of the month!!!

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!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

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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?

 

MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS, CHAPTER 022

November 19, 2014

{{{((‘CHAPTER 022——–MARK WAYNE MOHR’S FINAL DYING WORDS’))}}}

This blog may appear scrambled, due to a  major computer system crash, FBI.

     MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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  POWERFUL (GAP) ”EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY”!

These mother fucking scumbag enemies just crashed my computer, and ruined my entire mother fuckiGN blog.
 [ 20 ]
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

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Oh my beautiful brand new red moon over the ES CHARTER SCHOOL love you and all of the other gorgeous sister moons all around you. Shine on, and without any boat trips, make out sessions, and wealthy family members. I cannot believe how many wonderful moons are all shining for me.

Well my MORIANS and my LESSIANS out here, whoever each of you really is, and you know, I honestly don’t care, as that is your own darn business, but hay, SUP? Let me tell you that yesterday, the evil demonic wicked WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE made that snap sound on my audio system. Fortunately, I had the volume very low. I called the Radio Shack and asked if I used a wire to connect the ground screw on each of my machines, where I should hook the end of all the wires to, and they said, unscrew the little outlet plate center screw and there is a built in ground inside there. But the dude I spoke to told me it will eliminate any hum sounds that might be happening, but not stop a loud sudden click. This is obviously something I must send an official letter to the FCC and my local Congressman, Honorable Patrick Murphy, in regards to this, and I plan to. I know that all kinds of local areas with the correct electronic equipment if powered way up, could indeed be aimed in here at my me and my stuff in this apartment, illegally. They do nothing but endlessly persecute me and damage my property and my body, ever since August 15, 1986 when this hell all began to get far worse, coming off of an already preexisting spiritual condition or situation,to quote James T. Burr.

Sometime late this morning or early afternoon, the EVIL FART SNIFFING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE attacked again, with electronic/utility persecution, as they go on rolls with this and have now for nearly thirty emmereffing years. I was asleep and had the phone with me on open end circuit or off-hook. Again, they made that horrrible deafening squeal that is so loud, I don’t know it doesn’t emmereffing bust the dam ass telephone. For those who don’t know about phone lines, at least land line systems and in the olden days, and maybe still, you are limited to sound based on the telephone you use. You can hook a landline phone into an entire home theater system if you know how, and have basically the same quality sound as anything else that comes out of any good home theate or stereo system. If you have a normal desktop type old style phone as I do and most likely most of you don’t even know what I’m talking about; but if you do, the sound is like those tiny little TV speakers from long ago, to quote the great lovely Diana Ross from her 1983 Central Park Concert. I thought at the time how funny this all was. None of you are anything but clueless, as you see me as dumb and out of step, when I was thirty years ahead of any of your parents back in the eighties. Here’s this top friggin’ recording artist saying stuff about tiny little TV speakers not sounding good, and I was listening to my TV through my large stereo system back in 1983.  Well, these jerk offs just won’t stinking relent. They persecute me endlessly, and after 2 and 3 years of it, I had more than had enough persecution for any ten lifetimes, and is why I wrote and copyrighted those two projects, in 1988 and 1989 about being harassed all the time, misspelling the word (SIC) means spelled incorrectly, and is placed on a copyright form if a word is used by the claimant but is misspelled. Why won’t you help me, Mizz Bondi, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

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I will see if any of it comes out by posting. I was super persecuted with utility harassment. They made a loud click on my home theater system yesterday, and today made a loud squeal on my phone again, while I was sleeping. I am under a horrendous mother fucking death siege that never ever ends, and then I write my blog and the system fucking just crashed around twenty minutes before seven. Now they made a word vanish with a MOUSE ‘FUCKIGN’ HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR. The (FUCKIGN HACK) is bad too.

You know people, reality just is. The very same truth exists for Christian believers, as it does for atheists. If there is this wonderful GOD, the atheists are wrong and will find out when they die. If believers are wrong, there was no god, and they won’t even get to find it out. Now my words after this are quite simple. Hay Twinbay, make a positive out of that little pile of shit, and I’ll marry you!

NOVEMBER 18, 2014,
TUESDAY NIGHT AT 7:04 
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 50 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE SO FAR TODAY, (H-70/L-50)
HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND W.C. FEELS 49.
NW WINDS ARE 3, GUSTING TO 20.

I DEMAND MY PROPS!!! JUST WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE DOW AFTER THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME BY THESE FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!

When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU  NOT ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL;  BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM  NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK  AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother’s friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.

An eternal paste in page or (PIP), Mister Mummy Twilight Zone; would be as follows, from earlier back last April, of this 2014 year.

A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING AND WITHIN AN HOUR OR SO OF POSTING MY LAST BLOG, THAT SOME FORCE DID NOT WANT POSTED UP, OR REALLY; SOME POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, TO SAY IT BETTER; NOW THAT MORIANITY HAS MANAGED TO ADVANCE THIS FAR INTO THE TOTAL TRUTH OF WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT; OR THE ENDLESS UNIVERSAL QUESTION OF HUMANKIND, SINCE CRAWLING OUT OF THE MOTHER FUCKING OCEANS FROM A LONG TIME AGO, ON THIS SICK DISEASED PLANET OF OURS!

ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, AS I SAID!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
18,000 points before the end of the month!!!

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!!!!

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.

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?