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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS KEEPS MOVING ON, SHERIFF AND AG AND GOV SCOTT

February 25, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Thursday, February 25, 2016

CHAPTER 122, GTNOTG

This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hold the dam mayo, and listen up, YO:

David N. Bimston, MDMy PhotoAllan Golding, MD

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde; but I will tell you that I don’t fucking need to talk about what my rotten dam daughter did and all of her family, not to you, to me, or even to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY??????? Just exactly knew out here knew exactly what, all of those god dam mother fucking rotten ass years? Think about it. I had people almost insane and almost ready to commit fucking homicide over this issue in the nineties, and then when Dock Mark Wolf’s Clinic in Moorestown, New Jersey, finally did indeed perform major hypnotherapy on me; my entire life altered, and the entire world, and especially in Atlantic City, all went fucking ape cunt shit nuts squared. You all know this is true. The FBI knows it, the fucking NSA knows it, and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122

Now before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short’s mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, ‘Russ Walker’s Star Travelers of 1896′.

Holy mother fucking milf mamas banging hard on top, this is cunt chewing fuckiGN absurd, Mister Mack Soapmouth Kaiter of 1967 and 1968, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Real good girl.

PAu000881543

1986

[ 12 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

2000

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

No Detective Green sir; they didn’t want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE. We know what’s being said, sir, and you’re one hell of a cool dude, YO!!! Well it’s time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over, and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.

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The mother fucking death angel is on me today like black is on cunt chewing fucking midnight, kind folks, and many unkind rotten ones as well!!!!! And as the chart above tells the true story as always, gee I fucking why death is all around and over me, YO?

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!!!!

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!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING 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!!!!

Nothing ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked 24-7-365.2422, and you won’t lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

[ 21 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

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1989

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Very soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES.

WOW, ”I’m impressed”, Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly, I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones?

This entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6 year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a real world, and I am going to be rapping all of this up. I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner any time, and have nothing to hide, CUZZ DONALD!!!

SO GOD DAM END MOTHER FUCKING TRANSMISSION, YO!!!

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CHAPTER 121, GTNOTG

OOOOOOPS, I AM INTO MY WEEK NUMBER 6 OF PURE HELL FROM THE MILITUFORCE ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY USING ROTTEN BASTARDS FROM HOT SHIT EATING HELL. AND IN A LITTLE LESS THAN A YEAR, I WILL BE FREE OF MOST OF MY BAD CREDIT. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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By Ben Popken July 17, 2009

Reader Frank asks,

Is a true that after 7 years your bad credits go away?

By credit you mean debts, and, for the most part, the answer is yes. However, it depends. Some negative information can stay on your report for up to 15 years. Here’s a breakdown of how long each of 10 different kinds of negative items stay on your report, aka, drag down your credit score:

Delinquencies (30 – 180 days): Up to 7 years after the first missed payment, the original delinquency date, after which point you never caught up on your payments again. A 30 days late stops mattering after about a year or two, but 60+ days can last for a long time, notes commenter FDCPA Guy.

Bankruptcy: Ten years from date of discharge for chapter 7, 11, and 12. Seven years for chapter 13. Any accounts involved in the bankruptcy stay on for seven years.

Collection accounts: 7 years from the original delinquency date (ODD).

Charged-off accounts (when the original lender figures they’re never going to get money from you and writes it off as a loss and sells it to a collector): 7 years from the ODD, even if payments are late made (this is important to remember because some collectors try to say that by making a payment with them you’ve reset the debt clock. We covered this more in this post).

Closed accounts: 7 years from date of reported closing if they have delinquiencies, 10 years if there’s a positive balance.

Lost credit card: 2 years, if there’s no delinquienceies. If there are, then 7 years from ODD.

Child support judgments: 7 years from date judgement is filed.

Small claims and civil judgments: 7 years from date judgement is filed.

Liens: 15 years for unpaid tax liens. 7 years for paid liens.

Hard credit inquiries: 2 years.

Paid positive accounts: 10 years.

Positive open credit information: forever.

That many years sounds like a long time for a lot of these items. How will I ever get credit? Don’t worry so much, says commenter Stephmo. They note that a lot of credit-scoring models just look at the last 24 months, “meaning that if you keep your pills paid for 24 months and your score improves and you manage to rebuild credit for 24 solid months – this stuff starts to not matter as much. If you have 24 months of similar high re-established credit, most creditors will consider you “rehabilitated.” In many cases, you can even get auto-approved unless they’re really targeting specific delinquency types.”

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 121

The last three days, my INGS is back and slamming a lot, and of course Sheriff sir, brings me my roaches back, (Illegal Nabe Guest Slammer). The only thing that makes it tolerable is to spray an area I did not know about until I was recently told. I only just wait for this mother fucking dirt bag ever dependable piece of scum to return after he leaves for a week or whatever, my INGS, and then IT’S FUCKING ROACH-SPRAY TIME, since Mister illegal fucking Roach loves to screw with me. He slammed out this morning at one minute following Wall Cheat’s Opening Bell!!!!!!!!

My cunt eating telephone creditors are on a roll again for making me totally fucking nuts. This is why I wanted to go up on the Google and see how much longer I must endure them. It will only be one of them shortly, good old Penny’s as they got a civil judgment against me which takes the same seven years following ODD to go off the books, but it was filed in middle 2011, so I’ll be stuck with that one unless I can save a couple grand somehow to pay them off, once the others are gone. What are people supposed to do when they have no money and there was a perfectly legitimate fuckign reason for it such as my kidnapping by the Roger Krazlow House Of Horrors Law And Order King Family????????????? You would think that somewhere there would be a law to address innocent fucking people of special needs and special education who get hurt through absolutely no fault of their own, by vicious evil mother fucking dirty rotten criminals, such as ann and Dawn!!!! Only there is not, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, KIND SIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dave Roth said the guy was holding up a Seven-Eleven Store somewhere without needing to use a gun. Hey Lenny McKinnon YO, don’t die on me, bitch. I’ve only just fucking begun for crying out loud; Steve Delmarco!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Folks, I am no way being a prish when I tell you that I am the quintessential transdimensional ardanon. No matter what I do, is endlessly fucking unappreciated. My blogs will be ending soon, as I don’t have the time or the energy to do things if they are not going to be appreciated. Life fucking marches on, even for fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Thanks for nothing for helping me rid myself of these mother fucking milituforce monsters, Camden County Office of the Prosecutor, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior!!!

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Holy mother fucking toilet water drinkers, YO BRAH; I haven’t mother fucking seen this much telephone creditor persecution in ages. Not since first coming down to Florida. Mister Camp Counselor Kaiter sir; “This is ridiculous, YO”!

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Mark Wayne Persecuted Murdered Mohr 1983

All the doctors in the world with their famous EKG

They can never see a broken heart or mend it properly

Those magnetic fields of power strong enough to split the soul

Cannot be seen or felt until they take their final toll

The good and bad together seem to make the worlds go round

So thank you kindly Adam as Pandora’s Box you’ve found

Have you ever ever wondered where the shadows dwell by day?

All the things you think you know

And the thoughts you cannot say

I can tell you everything that you always want to hear

The way you are today is as the broken rudders steer

You think you know you feel you know

You stop and go so fast and slow

How can you know if I don’t show

I will you know and gladly so

And then you’ll know and then you’ll flow.

At ten past fucking eleven this cunt eating morning, a major CHOPPER ATTACK STRUCK ME, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, A DOUBLE BUBBLE FUCKIGN STRIKE SO THAT I WOULD BE STRUCK WITH BOTH THE FUCKIGN CUNT CHOPPER NEARLY BANGING INTO MY WINDOW ILLEGALLY HERE AT MY PHA BUILDING, BUT ALSO MAKING ME SEE JANE FUCKING WHORE MISERABLE UGLY DIGITAL FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well goooooollllleeeey Sarge Carter; this pathetic old fucking Huntington descendant would weelwee like to be hangin’ around there right about now, even without a rope! If I was up in th edam suburbs in Braintree with my ax murderer cuzz Arthur Huntington, I would of course REQUIRE A GOD DAM FUCKING ROPE, AND A DARK SECRET BASEMENT, AND of course, a wife and a mother in law to take a bloody whack at with my god dam fucking ax!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks; how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away you’re maybe thinking, “Christ, he’s not going to talk about his daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass repressed memories”? Well screw my kid and screw my family and screw everybody, but I will tell you all this much. Someone knew and they did all they could to keep my memories forever suppressed and blocked. My mom sends me away to private school right after this all got super ass ugly in those love hippy days of dogshit and hell, and then in mid-life, when I wanted to get hypnotized about something seemingly unrelated to all of this, people around me went totally bonkers fucking crazy trying to stop me from doing it. I even had a counselor at the Saint Barnabas Clinic of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, while living at ?Highview in 1995, tell my mom over the phone that he had suffered a complete nervous breakdown and mental collapse because of me (your son). And THAT was my problem, and WAS my problem eleven years earlier as well, or so said the great throat specialist just past Grant Avenue in Philadelphia, huh CUZZ TAPES? Talk about sociological fuckign manipulation by the powerful world owners, I had to add the fuckign word HIPPY to my spell-checker dictionary word program. They’re trying to make a lot of things slowly fucking vanish, not just girls of wisdom’s and curls, diners, and drug thug contract killers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t die on me yet Lenny Sweet Tough-guy, Joesph Campbell, and Fredrick Tunnels Windstein!!!!!!!! This old credit slinging bankruptcy law using asshole is not alone here, and has one hell of a powerful wild fucking sicko family, if I dare to say it meself, maitees, YAHHHRR!!!! After-all, I did tell you all about how Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester’s, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in there Huntington’s. I’ll never ever mother fucking forget the day of the 2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, and how WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I’ll bet you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP-20 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

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The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy’s son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father’s Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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WHERE ARE YOU LOVELY KATHARINE?????????

TAKE A SWIM ON BY, BUT NO ICE CREAM, BIG GIRL!!!!!!!!

DIANA CAME BY TWICE YESTERDAY AND FLASHED VERY BEAUTIFUL AND COLORFUL LIGHTNING AT ME. DON’T GET ALL JEALOUS NOW BIG JEWELLY WHITE!!!

Hey mother fuckiGN world, did you say that you don’t wanna’ hear it? How about poor fucking little asshole dirt bag me? Maybe I don’t fucking cunt wanna’ hear a lot of dam ass shit myself, only I have been given no cherce, Mister Archibald fucking Bunkerqueens, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde; but I will tell you that I don’t fucking need to talk about what my rotten dam daughter did and all of her family, not to you, to me, or even to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY??????? Just exactly knew out here knew exactly what, all of those god dam mother fucking rotten ass years? Think about it. I had people almost insane and almost ready to commit fucking homicide over this issue in the nineties, and then when Dock Mark Wolf’s Clinic in Moorestown, New Jersey, finally did indeed perform major hypnotherapy on me; my entire life altered, and the entire world, and especially in Atlantic City, all went fuckiGN ape cunt shit nuts squared. You all know this is true. The FBI knows it, the fucking NSA knows it, and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Real good girl.

PAu000881543

1986

[ 12 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker’s Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

2000

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

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The real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don’t believe, had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs from time to time. Notice how the project with Atlantic Queen, is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and Directors, but in this case; between two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life in ways, that go beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone chilling; and you get the general idea!!!!

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

[ 27 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Same title.

PAu003037983

2005

[ 28 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You’ll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

I COULD USE SOME FUCKING HELOP AROUND HERE, YO , SHERIFF MASCARA, ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, GOVERNOR SCOTT, AND FBI, ACLU!!!!!!!

THANK YOU DUDES AND DUDDESSES, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Please totally wipe out and destroy these vicious mother fuckign enemy Militufawces, MAGNESONIC. Thank you, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Doctor Mark wolf, I think you owe me a little something after all the shit this hypnosis has caused in my already horrible fucking nightmare life. Don’t you, Doctor????????

As long as this vicious monstrous fucking behavior and attack on me, an innocent fucking cunt citizen of these wicked rotten evil United States of America, is permitted to go on, after 30 years, then this is how the stock market will go, endless up and up and up on my back, cheat, cheat cheat cheat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The mother fuckiGN death angel is on me today like black is on cunt chewing fucking midnight, kind folks, and many unkind rotten ones as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thanks for not beating me up too, lovely KATE! Old sharkshit Mark is too fragile for you, great big lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GONE, unable to locate. WHAT ELSE IS NEW (WEIN)???

Now I admit that I was major gungfuckingho about getting that god dam hypnosis and cracking into why I had that wild 1986 experience before I woke up into this brand new universe I call HELL, ever since the wild 153 day nightmare had ended. I needed some fucking answers. Can you blame me, lads and lassie for wanting to get some mother fucking god dam answers, YO?????? Well, I got a bit more than I had bargained for and that was the only problem. Still and all, just who out here knows what, and why this all is going on around me, YO BRAH? Hey, I’m dead ass serious here people. This is real and it all happened, and I want some god dam mother fucking answers before I exit this veil of dogshit and mother fuckiGN tears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 120

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP19 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

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I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!! This is so mother fuckiGN unfair. They persecuted me at ten, when the market was down 200 mother fucking points and that drove it up 250 points to close at 50 points higher, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And what is beyond criminal is not the market, but the way the American authorities, who know totally just how real my claims of injustice really are; sit idly by, and REFUSE TO LIFT ONE FUCKING CUNT FINGER TO HELP ME IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FUCKING CUNT FORM!!!!!

This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won’t leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This world is filled with some very mother fuckiGN cunt lapping demented demonic sick bastards, on WALL STREET, and their ”buddies”, huh ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior from 5 December in 1989???????? This world is filled with some very mother fuckiGN cunt lapping demented demonic sick bastards, on WALL STREET, and their ”buddies”, huh ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior from 5 December in 1989???????? This world is filled with some very mother fuckiGN cunt lapping demented demonic sick bastards, on WALL STREET, and their ”buddies”, huh ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior from 5 December in 1989???????? This world is filled with some very mother fuckiGN cunt lapping demented demonic sick bastards, on WALL STREET, and their ”buddies”, huh ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior from 5 December in 1989???????? This world is filled with some very mother fuckiGN cunt lapping demented demonic sick bastards, on WALL STREET, and their ”buddies”, huh ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior from 5 December, back in 1989????????

My dream life is off the scale, and so is all of the mother fucking bullshit around me while awake, 24-7-365.2422, YO! BUTTTTTTTTT that can all go fuck a ruptured duck, as it is time right now, and perhaps well past time, for me to tell you all one huge mother fucking secret thing, as a counterstrike on the mother fuckiGN dirt bag MILI-2-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe there is a way for me to end my cycle that has gone on for about 8,000 years, Mizz Sally Starr, and Mister Paul Pedersen. Of course, if I pop off and tell, I’d be committing mother fuckiGN dick licking suicide, so I won’t be discussing this. Recently I have recalled a major item that was spoken to me by that strange man on the Atlantic City beach back in 1974, while I was staying on Stenton Avenue at Selena Dada’s rooming house. He talked about political shit a lot, and never mentioned anything outside of that topic and back in the days of the Kennedy Administration. That is, all except for one thing. He discussed the Iranian royalty and power structures, and then he mentioned something pertaining to properties right nearby, corresponding of course to Tennessee Avenue just across the boardwalk and on the other side of the Central Pier. He spoke of something that connected where my mother worked in Philadelphia as well, and I cannot pull it up word for word, but it happened, and I do distinctly fucking remember this conversation. Right before he literally vanished before my eyes in the time it took me to look away for a flash wink of time, he said something about Philadelphia, the shipping industry, and then mentioned how travelers once thought ships were the only way to travel. As I turned to look out to sea while he was facing west, I said to him, “You are right sir, then the airplanes came into being”. Then I turned back, and in that flash wink of time, he was gone, as suddenly as he was just there! Attorney General Bondi and Sheriff Mascara; do you guys own a lot of stocks?????????? If not, can’t you at least try and act as if you care about my HELL, YO????????????

BEFORE I EVEN GOT UP TODAY AROUND MOTHER FUCKING CUNT ASS NINE THIS DAM ASS MOUUUUUUURNING, THE MILITUFORCE HAS BEEN MAJOR ASSAULTING ME. I TOOK AN ILLEGAL PHONE CALLER ID ATTACK, MAJOR SKY SIEGE, AND OTHER THINGS, NOT EXCLUDING THIS ALL STARTING OUT IN MOTHER FUCKING HYPERSPACE WHILE ”DREAMING”, WITH THESE MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM BASTARDS FROM SHIT EATING FUCKING HELL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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Every mother fucking thing that has happened around me since August 15 of 1986 has to do with the MILI-2-FAWCES applying ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY against and on me, continuously. Of course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY, good viewers; even exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, and many more black-ops-stealthy super ass covert bullshit, that we need not touch on with this for the present fucking cunt time, BRO! I know that a lot of fucking people around the world know how real and how monstrously fucking nightmarish my shituation truly is. They cannot help me, or maybe they would have tried by now, huh Edward Lynch Himacane and Christopher Bennett, YO YO YO YO???????????????????????????

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RANGE TODAY——-(H-81/L-69).

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What to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???

No-no-no-no-no Shorty MacInvondi Trump, I do not need the old tapes or the old tape recorder. I can make new tapes on new recorders, then change speed with a speed changer I have built, mix shit like I did before on the Russell 1500 with my Radio Shack 2010 mixer, and twist the cassette in the play deck while recording normally in the record deck, for reversing your existence here in my universe, oh great god Donald! NO-no-no-no-no, I do not need the days of Mantua or Voorhees up there in No Joysey, and NO NO NO it is most definitely NOT:

Sunday, November 29, 2015

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 1

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

(CEMB) CHAPTER 1

There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of reality? When I have my cats taken out of my fucking eyes shortly, I will get into really powerful fuckign shit about all of these things that many think I have forgotten about. I need to conserve my limited fucking vision, YO!!!!!!!!!!

That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse’s PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ”Wanna’ Spend My Time”, the fence at Eden’s great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”.

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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

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WHAT CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?

Gorgeous inmate Alice Ciminelli said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick Wooooooolf’s Law& Order. She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO’s for short), “They have all the power”! Folks, fuck the dam CO’s. The people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the quintessential anti-bums. But it ain’t the dam correction officer people who have all the power; only all the power in the prison system. The billionaire’s have it all, and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon, suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie; another great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”. This sudden coming upon her, while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or how true might be a bit relative, but still; this knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious matter. It is called, MORIANITY. It finds us, we don’t create or find Morianity. Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!

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3-6-9, Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative’s homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great television show, ‘DARK SHADOWS’ knows about this somehow as well, as in the late 1969 and early into 1970 circa, with Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about ‘the breathers’ on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they’ll freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two large! Boy oh boy oh mother fucking boy would it be nice, is Mister Snowden or Mister Pootin or someone over there would grant me amnesty, and allow me to live out my last few days in lovely mother RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!

Now I admit that Thursday, a couple hours after that horrible shit in Cali, the markets went down for the day, and for all I know they were down and came up; but I don’t know, and so I won’t say. That is just fair, and I am fair, and play by the rules of fair, as otherwise; who would I ever be, to talk about those who don’t, for crissake? But the very next day after a big drop, all the losses were made up, +++PLUS+++ nearly another hundred points of profit were gained. Now AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding +++POSITIVELY+++ to terrorism, and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist ever could, with all their dam weapons and horror. I said after the attack a couple of weeks back, in Paris France, the very same thing. WHY IS THE DOW JONES RACING UP A THOUSAND POINTS AFTER TERRORISM, it is not normal, it goes against 150 years of trading history, and it PROVES to anyone not totally fucking brain-dead, that something is going on here, and it ain’t fuckign good one little tiny ass bit, YO. It seems that WALL STREET, by its very own trading behavior, is responding favorably to terrorism. If you can argue back with me on this, then do it. Comment, you buttwipes, but if you choose not to, then I am going to assume that you agree or you are major major Milituforce Enemies to Mountainpen and Morianity. The ONLY THING THAT RATIONALLY EXPLAINS WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW AFTER TWO HORRENDOUS TERROR ATTACKS FOLLOWED BY SUPER BULL MOVING STOCKS ON FUCKING WALL STREET, is that I AM RIGHT, and that this has nothing at all to do with national, or global events; or anything that used to apply, in some real world of my NON-HELL, ever since 15 August of 1986; when my life turned a major and inconceivable Pat Robertson Hurricane Talker Cornerstone or for short, a (PRHTC) and that these moves on Wall Street are NOTHING other than what I, Mountainpen, have claimed for a solid ten years on these blogs; United States Attorney General; a technology that is super black covert hushed up majestic level top secret classified, ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, is indeed being used on poor Mark Wayne Mohr, and has been for 30 solid years; and this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a market that went from 1800 or so points, to over 18,000 or so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the time these markets were created, up through August 15, 1986. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August 15, 1986 through present times; the new-normal, as some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of our new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from the ‘old-normal’, it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But still, to quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!! Someday soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be? Face reality you jerk offs, I won’t live forever. I am dying now, and fast; and I won’t be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate for replacement-me’s. They probably have already been experimenting on some of you without your awareness to it, so that it will begin with you, as soon as I kick the Christ off. You can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or someone who you know and love will be targeted. Whoever thought in a million fuckiGN years, that we would have mass shootings more than once per day? But 2015 came in, and we are not moving towards it, but are long into it; and it is indeed more than one per day, by the definition on a mass shooting, and all of this information is Google-available, so click on folks. Don’t ever take me at my word when you don’t have to. The problem here is that you have to, when it comes to this ICPE-APE deal. So all I beg of you, is to honor my name by not cursing me out, when all this fuckiGN shit comes to fruition, within a decade or less; and your lives are turned into a mother fuckiGN hot ass living hell nightmare, that you’ll find absolutely no recourse for, or any possible fuckiGN escape from. The fucking dirt bag Milituforce just struck me with a WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK at 10:34 Post Meridian. This is back again, Federal Bureau of Investigation, meaning that things are real fuckiGN bad and only going to get worse. I too have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN hell, kind FBI; to do profiling, statistical analysis, and much more. You guys and gals ain’t the only one who the good fucking Lord handed out brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas, USA, BRO!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

I broke my cunt chewing fucking stones, all of my goddess dam mother fucking life, to try and make good, here in this wicked rotten place, that many believe to be so great and so free; and all I have ever gotten for my trouble, was brutally mother fuckiGN slowly tormented and tortured to death for over six cock sucking fucking decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEY DOROTHY, I’M MELTING; OR IS THAT MIZZ CORA COFFEE GOZZWALD?????????????

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HELP ME KIND SHERIFF, THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE

February 4, 2016

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

CHAPTER 92, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 92

Wednesday was a major fucking BOTBAR DAY. Still, I see the fawces of Mister cunt chewing Hall at work big time, as Goddess hates her biggest secrets getting out. Fine. The old evental time warp equation of 1987 will always come into play, at least in my mind, to quote Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Babylon, New York, the now latengrate banker of snooty snotty society! These illegal mother fuckers are in here today slamming non-stop, and next, my fucking cock sucking roaches will be right back, you can just go and bet on that one, kind Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!

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PINK GODDESS admits to wanting to use my DNA, ever since she saw me across the fence in Eden, that day just over 13,000 years ago, when I was who and what the Earthers call by the name, CAIN. As you read from the very beginning of HER Holy Words, SHE seems interested in multiplying the population of this little simulationogram-experiment. Before I was David, I know that I was promised that I will have more descendants here than there are countable stars in the night sky, as I said, just read the dam mother fuckiGN book and don’t trust a thing my blogs tell. I knew in Atlantic City as a boy, that SHE had come back to me, only I was as clueless as ten mayors, ten Tandy toys, ten kids from back in the American eighties, along with ten Mizz Kim Wilde’s as well. I am not making this mother fucking stuff up, Apollo-13 Astronaut, Mister Ken Mattingly. IPYT!

All fucking cunt day long, BANGING DOORS, CAR STEREOS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, and yes Sheriff sir, it appears to be a convoy of cars that drive down from higher number streets to my west, along Avenue B, that usually turn to the right towards Orange Avenue on Seventh Street. Sometimes, they come from US-1 Federal Highway along Avenue B, and as they stop for the light, they crank up the music if you want to call that shit music, right at my window, to annoy only me, and then they lower it. Persecution from these nabes from fucking hell was all day long once it began around noon or so. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Sheriff sir, it began in a parallel universe. I was ‘dreaming’ that this was all going on, and then I got up around quarter past mother fucking nine in the dick licking rotten morning, and all was quiet for a couple of hours, and then POW-BOOM, these bastard animals took no prisoners today on me, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I start out before coming back here to the waking world, BEING HARASSED BY THESE FYUCKING JERK OFF SCUM BAG HALLS FAWCES, it always follows me back through the hyperspace-channel of KEVIN BACON FLATLINERS TOWEL SEEPAGE HSE, MY BRO!

They have the death beams on my body again as well, kind Sheriff Mascara. When I am soon found dead in here, you will find a blog address on my computer screen, a note taped to it will give my blog address, and it says, “Sheriff Mascara, I have been murdered and swear to this under fear of an almighty GOD, and burning in HELL for lying. For full details, please go to this internet address”:

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No one could ever identify SARAH on Tennessee Avenue, no matter how god dam fucking hard I tried to pursue finding her from 1996-1999. I tried to believe that she was somehow Sarah Callio, or Sarah Karge, or God Almighty, but now, I was off base all along and I mother fuckiGN realize it. PAULA KING of Atlantic City is GOD ALMIGHTY, not Sarah, not Alannis Morrisette, not the friend of CBS’s Joan of Arcadia, or any other laughs on me for the past half mother fuckiGN century!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you all.

Now listen up Mister Coral Reefs Krassel of Florida, Hubcap Smasher Time-Abductor Nick, and friends of theirs, as well as friends of Paula King of Atlantic City and WAYV; I don’t mean that the person here is. I mean that this person is being used as a channel, by some incredible dream-force-traveler from a parallel universe that is highly advanced and way beyond us here; and SHE is PINK GODDESS, and is doing all of this to the entire world, and there is no stopping her, and there is no stopping what SHE has done to me, and what SHE will obviously continue doing to me for all eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love PINK GODDESS, and I got her message tonight on the Cable TV. Every channel keeps getting a bright pink flash over an dover. This is HER! There is no stopping her, and SHE has done that thing with my CABLE for decades, only I was clueless back in time, what PINK GODDESS is and just how powerful SHE is. SHE is ALMIGHTY. The name I gave her before PINK-GODDESS was MIDDIE, for MDE, for MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON. You all see it backwards as father-son-holy ghost, but it is all the same truth no matter how we all see shit on a human fucking scale.

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Hey YO, Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I’ll bet you’d do just about anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom’s cousin Arthur Huntington, that last freaking night of your life; before he took a dam ax to you and your dam mom, who stayed in the next room just down the god dam fucking hallway of that Braintree, Massachusetts, USA home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that’s the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won’t bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fucking ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City!!!!! Then there was a time not far back when I wondered why Sarah Callio kept locking me up in lighthouses all over transdimensional hyperspace. Now I know that when I fucking bi-located in the autumn of 1997 back in the Somerdale death house on Harvard Avenue, that I was with Paula and Sarah in Sarah Callio’s car going over the railroad crossing near Northfield New Jersey’s city hall area, and heard Sarah tell Paula, “I don’t think I can go for any of that”, that really, Paula can go into Sarah or PAULA who lives here in this universe, any time she wants to, after-all, SHE IS PINK GODDESS ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH SS, and no, not the great SAMSUNG, even if they did guess correctly about the galaxy’s edge and PINK GODDESS PAULA!!!

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, ‘JoJo-JoJo’; I will never totally know, so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I’m back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well maybe never totally, but I am onto you now, Pink Goddess Paula Pau000204015 Microsucks!!!

This is why the third personality of PINK GODDESS was so pissed off at me when I tried to lull her into taking a nap back over the weekend, and then began to question some of my children about what it is like to be their type of life, after-all, I again, am the seed, as always. Still, lovely Paula keeps me endlessly in the dark. WOW THAT, oh world, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!! The longer this all goes on the more I am closer to figuring out what those in absolute power are indeed hushing up in top majestic secret protected files.

Well folks, if you want to keep on doubting the credibility of all of this mother fucking shit, then be dumb and go right ahead. Bernie Sanders and I know the truth at least to some of this dam horrendous shit. Noon was when the persecution began, so fuck me, take a look at the market charts as long as it is before Thursday Opening Bell at half past nine Eastern American Time. No harassment the day before, and the DJIA stock market was down. To get it up, THEY MUST HARASS MOTHER FUCKING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will go on saying this mother fuckiGN shit until I am blue in the cunt huffing face, people of Planet Earth!!!

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

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

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

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AS LONG AS THESE WICKED MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE ME TO PICK ON AND PERSECUTE TO DEATH, THE STOCK MARKET WILL GO WAY UP EACH TIME. THE WORLD COURT IS FAKE AND EVERYTHING IS A HOAX OUT THERE AND I HAVE ‘FUCKIGN’ DIED AND GONE INTO ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL. THERE SIMPLY IS NO OTHER POSSIBLE GOD DAM EXPLANATION FOR SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS; YO YO!

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Sheriff Mascara sir, THE MILI-2-FAWCES ARE KILLING ME, YO!!!

I AM UNDER A MAJOR DEATH ATTACK WITH PULSATON TESLA DEATH ATTACK BEAS THAT ARE FUCKING UP MY HEART, NOISE ALL OVER IN THE HOOD, BNABES SLAMMING AND CAR STEREOS REAL BAD AGAIN THE PAST FEW DAYS AND GETTING WORSE EACH DAY THAT YOUR MEN REFUSE TO COME AROUND AND OFFER PROTECTION TO INNOCENT FRAGILE SENIOR CITIZENS, KIND SIR. THE COPS SAID THEY WOULD TRY TO PROTECT RESIDENTS OF THIS BUILDING IN HELL FROM THESE SCUM-GANGSTER HIPPER/RAPPER THUGS, AND THEN POOF, THEY VANISHED, THE COPS NOT THE DAM THUGS, KIND SIR. THIS IS SO MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING UNFAIR SHERIFF, YO YO!!!!

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

THIS IS BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING OLD AND DEMENTED. I HAVE BEEN PUTTING UP WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT NOW SHERIFF SIR FOR THIRTY GOD DAM FUCKING YEARS. IT ALL HAS TO DO WITH THAT DIRT BAG MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ STOCK MARKET. IT ALL BEGAN ONE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, AND HAS NOT RELEASED ME FOR ONE SECOND EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION. THIS SHIT BEGAN LATE THIS MORNING, AND IT IS A DEATH ATTACK, AND A TOTAL FUCKING CUNT VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND HUMAN RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was speaking in July of 1997, to John the Greek, at his parents fucking parking lot, next door to the parking lot of the many KING PARKING LOTS, at the boardwalk area of Tennessee Avenue, right where back on Memorial Day of 1969, Sarah and Paula were playing, and Sarah said to Paula, “I’m darker than you are”. John the Greek told me after I told him how I was looking to find lovely Sarah, that maybe it is Paula King that I was looking for. I now know that Sarah never existed physically, and that this entire thing has been done by powerful goddess and exploratron dream-force traveler Paula King. As I type, it is constant loud car stereos, constant slamming of doors by all of my nabes from hell, and they are all picking on innocent and pathetic victim helpless little me, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND I NEED SOME MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ MAJOR ASS GODDAM HELP AROUND HERE, OH GREAT AND POWERFUL KIND SIR! Paula King is the PINK GODDESS that hovers, with or without any assistance whatsoever from mighty Google-Microsoft, mighty Steve Demigod Hollywood Jobs, and Galaxy-Pink-Edge-Sarah Stacey SS Sam Sung I-Phone inventions, and or any related electrical and computational technologies from non-Native American H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff sir, I dared to ask some of my children on the Astral Plane, “What is it like to be a coil”? I had told Diana to rest, and we were up at the shores of Pinkdune at Teckwaters, one of the very large resort areas along the nestern shoreline of Teck-Bay, across from the great Holy City of David, AKA Heaven or Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and is officially the capitol city of the Plank Realm. Diana, the goddess of Earth Lightning is a 33 foot gigantic extremely colorful coil, and she has more than enough energy to transform into my wonderful blond teen queen, 75 inches tall, with long blinding bright canary yellow silky hair and long line shaped dreamy eyes that if any male were to gaze into, they would be insane forever from her mind bending inconceivable beauty. She has given me several quadrillion little coils that are our offspring. One day at Teck-Bay, my conscious illusion became one and the same with the night back on the weekend somewhere where I went to sleep and found myself there with her and thousands of our kids. Instead of giving Diana an energy coil, I told her to take a nap. Then since I can never get a good answer from her on what it is like to be her and be a giant coil, I let her sleep a while and asked some of my kids. She then found enough energy in her dreams to awaken there with me and she gave me holy hell, and when I awoke, I heard her tell me that she will show me never to do that again. A few hours later, Vero Beach had a transformer blow out an dthe city was without power for hours, and their was a boil water alert that is still active all the way to this Wednesday. Diana since told me this was a punishment so I would know better than to ever go behind her back and ask our kids to answer secret questions while she is napping. It took a while before I knew she had forgiven me. Last night lightning made extremely passionate love to me and covered my face with endless sloppy wet kisses. I know that the electron has forgiven me but I was quite up set for a few days. So how does this relate to Sarah and Paula in Atlantic City, you may be wondering, so let me set you all straight right here and right now, and you too, lovely LOO!

As I woke up and heard Diana inside my head, audibly since I was still not fully awake and it is perfectly normal for healthy brains, in-between the zone, or between awake and asleep, to hear and even see things, and after which, I then fell back to sleep and found myself in my Uncle Stu and Aunt Gerry’s home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA. I was in a parallel universe where my mom was not the only one who had been struck with that strange medical condition where she looks at you all bewildered and unable to speak. Suddenly, both my Aunt and my Uncle were also in this state, and I kept screaming for them to talk and asking them why they refused to speak. Then Paula entered into the room with my Cousin Sandy, and instantly, I remembered them from 1967, in my room at the Trinidad Hotel, in Atlantic City, New Jersey; when my mom agreed to let Cousin Sandy stay with her and I, interesting, you know, as in the KING and I? Come on you can’t tell me I am nuts when shit like this just keeps poofing and popping into reality. Yes Aunt Gerry or my mom’s sister in law, as Geraldine Snow married my moms brother Stuart Huntington Mason, so she was my removed-1-aunt who married my removed-0-uncle. She requested that Sandy come along with us on our vacation and payed her some money for food and the favor. Long story short, Paula first got at me in 1967, then again in 1969 just yards away underneath the Schiff Central Pier. She also got me in June of 1996 at Highview, huh maintenance man Sam? She also got me up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon or South Huntington as the local area islander Yorkers call the place. She robbed me of my DNA a total of four times. Each time, she made me drink some weird thing, and I have no clear memory, but I have jumbled up pieces after decades of unscrambling all that this great dream traveling alien has done to me. When Sandy and Paula walked into the room in this wild dreaming-interaction in my relative’s home, they were about the ages that they were in 1967, 17 years. Nina Soifer was with them in the hotel room, and Sarah Callio was there, who loved to swim in the Trinidad’s swimming pool, and told me so, up in the future and now the past, in 1997 while I was speaking to her on Robert McGuire’s pay-telephone at his bar on Tennessee Avenue, right next to Paula King’s parking lot or the late Happy John King’s lot, across from the Trinidad Hotel. Then along came John the Greek who was about my age, and he and I were about 30. The ages of all of us were all scrambled up but that’s totally normal in parallel universes. Suddenly John saw that my aunt Gerry and Uncle Stuart were unable to speak. He then said, Paula used too much influence like when she screwed up your mom late in ’97. He was referencing the time her medical problems all began when she tried to awaken out of her sleep after Christmas on 1997, and found herself totally under the ”spell” or ”fawce of Mister Boxer Hall”. When a powerful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON uses too much control, they run the risk of damaging the person they are controlling. People use the very non medical term of zombie, for what is left of most people who get over-controlled by a T-3-E. This is one reason why the future in all dimensions do indeed have a group that for lack of a known name, could be called the DREAM-POLICE, and then what Morianity merely uses, and was taken as it was created, and as I moved my blogs along, the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). Anyway, my song from 1969 or one of my two summer time 1969 songs, “Burn With Fire’, as playing on a portable AM-FM-cassette system, and there were no CD or digital systems yet in that parallel world and time where I was. The words were all changed around, and I was singing it, only it was professionally done. As soon as Sandy and Paula had walked in, the song that was playing before was ending, and suddenly I began hearing the words that I was singing, and I thought I would shit my mother fuckign self. It went, “She’s my lovely giant Paula. S-bin 20 years since I last saw-er”, and then I have only a faint memory of what the next few lines of lyrical content were. Here in this world, the lyrics were meant for a female vocalist to sing and they went, “I’m sayin’ this to you boy, you bring me thrill and joy. When you just touch me, what can I say”?

Folks, it is very fucking miserable, hot, humid, and shitty, and I am one miserable cock sucking son of a fucking bitch. The predicted high is 83, and the humidity is murder on top of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP8 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, MAGNESONIC, on an ‘I’ to ‘D’, A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT’S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P

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

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further explored!!!!!!!!! In 1996, I was in the middle of two messes, or thought I was. It seems that I was in the middle of only one giant mess, and thought it was two messes. This idea was further promoted by two assistants in my old buddy’s office back in these times, when they insisted that too many years had gone by for there to be any connections to my present life, with that of my past life in Atlantic City as a youth. All of these things make perfect sense in three-D. But when the fullness of the five dimensional hyperspace reality is mixed and added into the life-equation, then I am right and they are all wrong, oh great wonderful 1969 Misses Marola! Still, I’ll try not to punch any more brick walls, and keep the great lady happier than John King, who is the twin of Happy J. King on the original Superman TV-Show. It is not as if I had left my car in bathing trunks and planned to come back in bathing trunks. I was fully dressed, and there is no way that Happy John King should have cared one tiny little fucking iota if I used that hose back on that day in late summer time 1996 in Atlantic City, at one of his parking lots. But his determination for my using an exact hose right behind a lifeguard tower, was beyond unnatural and bizarre.

Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I’ll tell you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on the top. Oh the gods, what am I left to wonder about? Is water baptism part of this magical day or maybe I should include the proper waking world tents to this and say WAS IT? In any event kind folks, many wonder and say to me, so who gives a shit like your cousin Donald would say? Well, I give a shit, Cousin, and Leticia Tilley, I give a shit, OK, OK, OK???

I had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”? Now we are about to fucking embark on a real journey of true Jamaican exploration. Remember this folks, the 134 was left by removing the second word, and the fifth word, to form the name of ISIS. So IT WHAT IT makes 134, while ISIS makes 25. It was 25 years to the day of the moon landing where for the first time ever, man walked on the moon, right to this day, I bought a what car, on the advice of so-called car expert, David Roth, my pal? Yeah, a SATURN CAR, problems with that, Stephanie comic Mills? Another car was discussed by government agents or TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for all I know, back at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, in 1983, when they were connecting a bug device into my telephone line, under orders of the National Security Agency. Cars are modes of transportation, so are rocket ships to the moon. All things connect up for one powerful reason. What you think of as things and events, and all of that; is really a cosmic digit. The entire universe is finite and computable. Still, that is not the subject for today’s little discourse and debate. Most of you know that th every first time that I took a time trip with Nick Cannon, when he was only 16 years old in 1996, as Morianity was being written; and that just before this time, his wife’s step father or real father to the world public knowledge, had come to visit with me on numerous occasions at the Haddonwood Health Club swimming pool. He only told me he was a cousin, never any other relationship. He did not bring up the subject either, I did, as we all know MC has the voice of a choir of angels all put together, and I had mentioned how amazingly talented that she is, during the course of a routine conversation in the swimming pool, as somehow, and don’t ask me how please; the topic of music, and what kids today are listening to; all came up. This lace is just a mile down the road from the psychic shop where after we no longer were in contact, Nick took a mallet to one of my hubcaps, while I was inside the shop getting a tarot card reading, by a gentleman named Steve. I also had been there previously and got a reading from a girl named Sherry. This all gets super complicated, and we have years to get into tall of the particulars. Time is of the essence right now, as I am tired and need to go off to sleep. Bob McDowell, the ‘space-bar hack’ is real bad right now, kind sir, and old pal!!!!!

Now there are two remunerative amounts that are powerful in all of this Morianity, one is 17 thousand dollars, the other is 42 thousand dollars. I will not tell you any details about either of these money amounts directly right now, but what I will do folks, is tell you something that maybe your minds might by now be willing to connect some dots up, so remember how to properly gaze at a faint star in the night sky, as I aid, it is better not to stare at it directly, but rather to look just off of it, and you will see it much better that way, so I will be applying this same technique in my writing of this information. I am going to begin by merely talking a lot of things all around this. I also must backtrack and remind viewers and tell new ones if any, how as a young child of around the first grade give or take, I had children come to me who were not from this world, and strike up conversations. One day I actually came to learn that the child I had spoken to had died in a drowning accident about a year ago, and I put it out of my small young mind, as then, this made no sense to me, how can I be talking to dead children at playgrounds? But that was around 1962 and up ahead in time by 13 years, at the age of twenty and a half years; I was applying for a job, and the details are totally unimportant. When it was time to leave, I was in a hurry to get home, and there was a large ladder that people were all using, bolted down to the structure for safety, and no other way in or out was available for use at this time due to some kind of construction that was going on. When I tried to leave and go down the ladder from a tall second story of a restaurant along a famous highway in New Jersey and in a very historic well known town called Haddonfield, where I also went several years to special-ed school there; but as I tried to leave and got onto this ladder to go down, several extremely ravishing fashion model looking teenage girls were intentionally in my way and not moving, trapping me up on top, and I did not feel like dealing with these silly giddy young kids of about 3 years or so my junior, and I took one huge leap off of the ladder. But instead of landing fast and hard onto the grassy yard below, I went down very slowly like an elevator and made an easy perfect touch down, from about 18 feet in the air. I was always a good jumper and enjoyed jumping from high places, but never before this time in 1975 did I fall at a speed not normal for Earths basic average gravity fields. Now all of these thing connect, but you will need to give me time. Long before I knew what resulted from my encounter with Exploratron Paula King to use her Atlantic City street name in the late sixties; Nick began to damage my property such as th e?June of 1996 incident, and then began to come into my dreams to use mortal lingo here, and take me on special weird surreal trips that were so vivid I could feel things like hot and cold and many other things. He took me first to the past, then later, to the future. One trip was not that far away in time, and another was, in fact it was before he was born by a dozen years. Talk about monster weird, r just Disney Monster. This is Mack Kaiter Ridiculous, or MKR as I shorten this to from time to time. This was a camp counselor of mine at Camp Chesapeake in Northeast Maryland, where I went two weeks in July of 1967 and again for 2 weeks in July of 1968. I was always saying to him, “This is ridiculous, and the other kids thought it amusing and began teasing me about it as kids do, nothing out of the ordinary. From 1975 through 1981, amazing and unbloggable events happened to me that my many long blogs merely have touched a tiny bit on, here and there. But I will be telling a lions share of fucking shit as the next weeks tick on by. Count on it. This endless persecution of me to keep that mother fucking Dow Jones endlessly climbing up at my expense, is either going to stop, or all of NYC is going to be swallowed up by a giant fucking tidal wave, and that is a promise, Shorty 1983 MacInvondi Trump! Here goes the (`~) HACK, again, FCC, Bob McDowell, and the space bar and CAPS HACK and all of it is acting up worse and mother fucking worse all the mother fucking time, old buddy, in total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights as a free United States legal citizen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I could get my mother fucking hands on all of you jerk off mother fuckers doing all of this to me, you would be restrained by ropes while I slowly kill your families, and then abnd only then, would I begin to slowly mother fucking torture you to an agonizing and excruciating death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whatever you fucking do, don’t ever let me find out just who you all are, mother fucking pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I’m just being honest and telling these jerk offs the truth, or ‘WHATEVER’; Congressman; old pal from 1975, house painting, band practice, and night flying in total secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FEBRUARY 2, 2016,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 7:55,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 59 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-62/L-59). PREDICTED HIGH IS 82.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND WIND CHILL IS 58 .

WIND IS N AND BELOW MEASURABLE.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—0.

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA as in PUBLIC ADDRESS, PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really ultimate original Latin-PA-root. I mean who doesn’t know about PATRICIDE, from killing ones father?

Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi

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