MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00080

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THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00080, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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I HAVE HAD THREE HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BAD DAYS, KNOWN AS BOTBAR DAYS. No normal person can fathom my endless fucking hell. May the gods bless all of you that you don't know, and cannot relate, no matter what you are or have suffered through. If that pisses anyone off to hear me so audaciously proclaim this, all I can do is to apologize in advance right here and now, lovely Lieutenant VanBuren.

Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

W—O—W

Some mother fucker has re-infested my apartment with new roaches, as well as lots of tiny ants. I will have to buy some fucking additional shit at the local store to rid myself of this shit, all over again, with or without Diana or Munster-Andrews Shipyards!

I have queried my GAGA-CAT as to where this horrendous mother fucking TRIPLE-BOTBAR came out of the blue on me from, and before the blog is over, this will all be told in detail, good folks. For right now, this is what is real, I am under a gigantic gun for nothing that I did to a single mother fucking monster ass soul, and so I'll keep my promise about going further into my wonderful PILLOW-TALKING DADDY from good old fart sniffing January of 1974. You want to play a war game with me cock suckers, well, be ready for amo to come flying back into your camps and cramps, as well, ya' fucking lizard brain jerk offs, squared. But I need top lead up to this pillow talk, and so to do this a little bit better, I will continue on about something already opened up on a fairly recent blog, and that would be the topic of sleep-walkers, and how my mother was turned into a zombie somnambulist against her will for the last 26 months of her agonizing miserable fucking life on this sick twisted sin cursed planet of the gods-games. Before I do get into this, I played my systems-roulette during this three day period, a total of eleven games, four of them winning games; and bringing my day totals, in hypothetical units; to +1, +2, and +1. That is an amazing feat, on this bad of a super fucking botbar death-attack, my good folks and believers. I said this before and it needs to be repeated right now. There is no SATAN, yet there MAY AS WELL BE ONE. There are no aliens, UFO's and space bullshit, yet again, THERE MAY AS WELL BE ALL OF THIS, AND MUCH MORE! Why do I put things like this, some may be wondering, and the only answer I can gi9ve to you at your present level of ability to comprehend my blogs, is that there is no way other than this, for me to communicate reality to you. If there was, I would be a much greater teacher, and things would be a lot better for both myself, and most likely, the entire population of planet freaking Earth! Let me get down and dirty about the end of 1997, and my mother. What no one understands unless they are the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, as 99% most likely reading and following this blog are, I'm no freaking fool, but the tiny Morians following this blog and these words, are not ever going to be really able to understand certain powerful periods of time in my life, such as 1969, 1980, 1983, 1984, 1986, 1994, 1997, 2000, 2006, 2008, and 2010. These ten fucking years are 100 times more powerful than the other years from 1968 through this present year of 2013. If anything, that is a total under exaggeration. Each of these years, even if you were to eliminate basically, the entire other years of all that time, my life and MORIANITY would most likely readjust nearly perfectly to fit into exactly where it is right now. Some are thinking, shit dude, you know you left out 1972 and 1967, even 1995 or 1998 or wo, how about 1987. Hay, I said we can throw all of this bullshit right into the fucking ass garbage can. We only need the ten that I listed. Sort of in the cases of 'missing time' and so-called 'alien abductions', those who have had these experiences, are still following normal time right now, and the gaps do not have any effect at all in so much as that is concerned. Now the way that this will be written, will not be one of Terry Harbors favorite reads, and will go all over the place, but she is not able to realize that I and only fucking I, know what I am doing, 100%, and that doing this in a non scatter-brain way, is in the long run, just a powerful waste of a lot of time. Things do not always fit in regular time order, not all things, many and most perhaps, but then there are those who know what I am talking about, and perhaps have kept their mouths shut all their life to avoid being ostracized by the society around them, and losing their life style. I am not going to lie to a soul. I already know that something gigantic must happen, and will happen. It will not be a result of anything that I do, or my Magnesonic system does. Even my abilities to do certain metaphysical type of things, has boundaries and limitations, I assure you. This all ties in to my pop and his pillow talk, on those January nights back in 1974 when he returned to the north after nearly a decade down south around Florida and Louisiana, doing many spurious things with many spurious people. First, before he went off to sleep on one occasion, he told me about the details of STAR TREK movies, that did not actually come out for another fucking half decade. He had gotten the old beginning show and its pilot episode with Captain Christopher Pike, confused in his mind, in ways that I did not yet understand in 1974, but now, I MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY DO UNDERSTAND WHAT CAUSED HIS CONFUSION, as I can personally relate, and it is all on these blogs and all told, if you've been paying any real big attention to the details of it all. This is of course why I cannot do this the way that Know-It-All Terry, from Egg Harbor, New Jersey, would like to see it done. Nobody, not Einstein and Dream-Works commingled together would have the ability or talent to properly do, this would be a super human feat, and Bruce Pennock settled that issue for us all, did he not, believers? Still, my father seemed to totally have seen these shows that did not air and would not for a good five years, describing the space platforms and the ships built in space, just as the movies did in fact come to show. But two nights later, he went to take a piss around 3 or 4 in the morning and returned to the cot in my bedroom, and started talking about a project on a Majestic Top Secret Level, called, Dreaming Aunt Jeanie. He mentions many things, a few have been told, but I never told you this. It meant nothing to me either, until the days of my kidnapping. I thought he was a vivid dreamer and night talker and was recovering from his time aboard the Battleship Eldridge, as he did in real life serve on that ship in the days while he was courting my mom, and was at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard. The courtship wit my mom was right after the experimentation all took place, but mom would tell me all through my adolescence, how he would wake up in the dead of night screaming like a maniac, just like a book I was to read years in the future in 1980, called, “The Philadelphia Experiment”. After this book came out, my father mysteriously died one day in northeast Philadelphia, in a ghetto rat hole, secured by someone I knew who then became friends with my father, a mobster by the name of Frank Lombardo. This man was using his connections to do a lot of things, one was to be sort of like an agent to a man who I fully believe had a made up 'stage-name' for his last name. Like most wannabee entertainers in any sort of show-bizz, he became more of an executive and gave up his dreams of fame and fortune, emphasis on every word I say, all puns apply, and don't even get me going right at the moment, or eat too many great snacks and get to fat. A coworker of my mother, used friends of all these people, when she got married, and needed a band at their wedding, straight out of OH GOD, YOU DEVIL, miracles, hot nineties, 20 years ahead of scheduled temperatures, and all. You will go as far in all of this, as your current level of awareness and enlightenment permits you to go, and no further, and that is a good thing, believers, and others, Mister Grow-Up eventually Mackey, time now mike; WOW! Yes, Mister Waking-Freeze of the great 6-10 FASCITAR himself, right JIMMY BURR FOR THE RECORD in 1984, and lover of nasty whore Connie, but then, STAG MAG September 1978 issue and all notwithstanding, I should be completely used to by now, Mister Joel, folks who are supposedly my friend and on my side, suddenly for no visible reason, taking everyone else's side, all the time, nee-nee-nee-nee weird high piano notes and all, Mister fucking Serling, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do not think for a second that the entire shipping industry was not in a huge collusion with higher powers all along, this is how they brought my fucking parents together, this is how they connected me into many of their music related nightmares, and this is how I learned about the great 6-10-FASCITAR. Still, Hillock, Hollister, Spears, and near C-SQ run away's that are old and not young, do not confuse them folks, they all are different separate entities, but all did indeed work right along with my good old mom at that good old shipping company office, famous the world over, used by every mother fucking rock band you can think of, as they need to ship their shit overseas for concerts, and not always can airplanes be used due to excessive quantities of stuff. In fact, there are so many connections and coincidences, that I could sit here all fucking night long and list them, and you could all dance while I type, and play famous tunes, but by morning, I bet I'd still be mother fucking typing away, so why even begin that huge of an acenine project, just take my dam ass word for it, please folks. I know the word exists MSC, thanks as usual for being so fucking worthless. It sure has nothing to do with greatest poker hands, dreams, or aces and nines, and that much folks, a moron can tell you! On the morning of 26 December in 1997, at around five of the clock in the fucking morning, my mom came upstairs from her bedroom, asleep, she was a total somnambulist, and ended up flat lining within two hours give or take, up the road at the John F. Kennedy Hospital, Stratford, New jersey Division, after flat-lining in the house on the gurney. Shortly before all this happened, the Callio branch of the TAWF had been in dream-communication with my mom, as she told me upon several occasions, that Sarah had come to her in very vivid dreams, and wanted to purchase some property that that my mom's dad had owned back in the early twentieth century, in Long Beach Island, and offered ten thousand dollars in cash and wanted her to hold a note. It was a very wild dream that peeps just would never have out of the blue. Then while she was ill, and at the hospital, an exquisite teenaged girl who was very tall with long brown hair would come to my mom and tell her she needs to talk to her son, (ME), especially the day she was taken by ambulance from that hospital over the one east of there called “Our Lady of Lord's Hospital”, in Camden, New Jersey, to be seen there by the top heart specialist in the state. Nobody ever could get to the bottom and properly diagnose my mother's medical condition that turned her from strong and healthy on Christmas night of 1997, into some zombie that was ill and sick and crazy overnight and in that condition until the day she perished on the fourth day in march on 2000. When my mom would get released from the hospital over and over during this 26 month fucking total nightmare, she would keep waking up eventually, ASLEEP. She would not talk and looked at you like, “HELP ME, HELP ME, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME”? She would be doing the bills on one occasion, and suddenly, what made sense on the paper, turned into gibberish and dribble. She would play solitaire, and suddenly the cards were all arranged in the same color, the numbers descended perfectly down as they should, only they would all be black cards or read cards, rather than alternates. It made some sense, but was partially not in this world. Now some can handle this type of trance, while those who cannot, such as my mother, will die from that state, eventually. I know as sure as I sit here, that most of the entire Callio family, all of these monsters, are TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and they can do anything they like, any time they fucking like. They can be anybody, they can do anything, they can have the entire world in the palm of their hand. And this family FUCKING HATES MY FUCKING GUTS, and has worked overtime since I was knee high to a small water bucket, to make my life A LIVING NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ENDLESS SCREAMING WILDFIRE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They have wrecked my entire life, stopped me at every turn from ever proving one thing about any of them, wiped out my life, and let me know in no uncertain terms who rules, and who sucks dirty underwear. Since the start of human kind, unknown shit abounds all around all of us, some folks and their kin have a lot more of it around them than others. It, as John Henningsen would put it so fucking well in the sixties, is really, just that simple. All of us have had some missing time. All abductees claim that there is some type of genetic situation going on with all of this. Well, since I understand this family, who they are and where they all come truly from, and what dreams really are and how this all connects up, and personally have experienced so many wild interactions with so many of them all of my dam pathetic life; I have been able to explain away, about 95%+ of many things that have happened to me, that without all of this, I never would have. Still, that is a rotten lousy fucking trade off. Every situation that is metaphysical through all of this, is sort of self exacerbating. Just as normal folks will never be able to turn a clock back, and things seem to move along based on a cumulative effect of a life lived so far, so also does this shit all work in like manner. It may have started off so innocent, that it was almost something that I could see as a child's game and almost silly, such as the chain being taken, and Russel Thaxton coming over at one AM all drunk on a school night that just happened to be a night my mom had a special place to go with her boyfriend, mister mirrors Crown, but again, this shit is so bizarre and outlandish and surreal, that I could type on all fucking day and night and nothing really ever will get closer to all getting said, as would be in any normal book and or story. This is no fucking normal shit, this is beyond it all, just like you said it was, Mister Paul Pedersen Minimalltempers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	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
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 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
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.

MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.

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http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU

This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.

YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:

Only the opening title words are real.

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

VERSE ONE

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

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

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

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

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

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

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

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

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

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

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

And I'm not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

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

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

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

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

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

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

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

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

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

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

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

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

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

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

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

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

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

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

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

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

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

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

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

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

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you're not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

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MORIANITY PART FIVE

CHAPTER 00077 IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.

9:10 PM-EDST-TUESDAY, 14 MAY, 2013, IT'S TIME, MMCN!

BUT TIME OR NO TIME, AND LAUGHS OR NO LAUGHS, COUSINS, DAUGHTERS, AND LONG HAIR ALL NOTWITHSTANDING; WITH ALL OF MY CRAZY WAYS, HUH DONNA ADDITIONS, OR MULTIPLICATIONS, OR BOB OLD PAL, 'WHATEVER', STILL, LENNY BRISCOE DREAMS AND ALL FAKE PSYCHIC'S, hmm hmm, Shirley Grant from the eighties; and yes, we won't leave it out, W—O—W, here now, Sharkey Markey needs to add in a little something, multiply it by 50, Donna Girl; and get a photo of George Washington, to boot, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and go screw yourself, whoever you all really truly are out here that hate me without cause or justification, and have been wiping me out for 60 mother fucking years. I can bite back too, lovely Mizz Delaney. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

AUUCH, HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?

Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.

HE SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!

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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.

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

BUT TO WHERE, AS MY HELL IS ENDLESS?

**********WHERE ELSE, H------E------L------L**********

***MORIANITY PART FIVE***

A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly. Click below, YO!!

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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, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.

FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.

December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.

This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.  Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. 

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently.  He was given a CD called "The Meaning of Life."  The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title.  He's really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.  More importantly, he is insane.  Completely, violently insane. 

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.  His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.   And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.  Covertly, of course.   Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.  (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's own Jason Forrest isn't clear.) 

Here then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3)    Android & Angel (MP3)    12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? M-Pen.

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.

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Are you on this thing, BREAD and IF, OR 'as if', Doctor Garrigan???????????????????

A beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and 'Goddess Diana', by the Romans.

She is real folks, you will see when you're dead!

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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 17 MAY.

HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, NJ-USA Home | County News | News Videos | Photo Gallery | Directions | Calendar | A - Z | Contact Search Site: Health Social Services Recreation & Leisure Public Safety County Government Planning & Infrastructure Financial Assistance Education & Employment EGG HARBOR CITY'S SECRET DAWN LAUGHING KING'S MAGIC SCHOOL OF GRINS AND TAUNTS, GOOD OLD HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, AHA-AHA-AHA, REAL FUNNY. NOW UR IN DREAM-LAND!

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!

SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX????????? And I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, and yes, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth!

3+4—3x4—7+12—7x12 ****** But what is so awesome about the (3) and the (4) to begin with, some are asking me, WOW, let us go a little into this huge one, believers, and 'others', without me joining the ranks of one failed student-teacher from late in 1972, huh Danny Mackey, time MMCN! If anyone believed this, the world would be over, as we all know it, by noon, my time, tomorrow, the friggin fifteenth of friggin May. They will not, so I will safely tell it, Prosecutor Wirtz Senior; without slamming an AEB too hard with any keyboards from 1980 parallels that have beyond cool features, including CSV, equal or better to today's arranger melody models, and so on, but seeing these in another universe, and hearing them, does that officially make me the inventor of them here in this one, on or off of LIEMEOW Road and Happyhealthy Street intersections of phone taps????

OK, you would think that numbers one and two would be key here, in this video-game that some in the know, think they are correct in all their ways and thinking, calling it by name, 'CREATION' or 'JACKING-IN LAWNMOWERS, GAME 1' Think anything you want to think, it does not make it so, not with all the dam ass metaphysics in the dam ass world and then some more, folks. Many people say there is evidence for some really powerful stuff, still unknown and not talked about, not on ANY internet or TV or media source, ABOVE GROUND. Morianity was all underground until about one year ago, and then it came up and surfaced, small time, but it really is here now, no matter who may hate that reality, in power and control, it is reality, and Dawn can take it from right there any time she wants, if P wants to light up some candles, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, shall we get back to numbers, then to GENESIS, only we only need six chapters of this first great HOLY BOOK, just six chapters, because folks, if you would really take off your blinders and deafers, and yeah sue me; I made up the dam word, an old habit from a very long time ago that I don't plan on breaking any time dam ass soon. Counting in numeration is wonderful, and it can answer most things, just not all hidden things. There is a simple truth that in a reality far beyond anything anyone of you know about, there is a teenaged girl, who when she was about thirteen or so; went into a store in her world, and bought a very common item, in her time; sort of what we may think of as an ultra sophisticated video-game, such as in the movie depicting the technological possibility of these super computers, and their interaction with biological human intelligence systems, or ''jacking into them with our own brain'', to use the expression that they use in this movie. You do need to get these two movies, or Morianity will not make any sense to you, in the long run. They are, LAWNMOWER MAN, and LAWNMOWER MAN 2. The first SIX CHAPTERS of the entire bible, are the USER INSTRUCTION MANUAL, for making A UNIVERSE, only it is not real, so we in this life get this endless weird truth that there is something called mass and energy, and that they are the very same thing, except one is equal to the other depending on whether we either multiply by the photon constant, or divide by it. Our conscious mind is continually dividing by it, taking the energy world and creating this wild illusion for all of us, from cradle to grave, and no one except for a few '13^th Floor' geeks, have been able to see this, and totally see the Carl Sagan principle of 'upping things by one dimension' in our thoughts; so as to really begin to see what is really going on all around us. The first six chapters in the entire 66 books of our Christian Bible, is an instruction or user manual, in a code to us, that is sillier than all the Elmer Fudd WAAAABITS, and stair chases in Suffolk County, NY, all put together. Take out the old King James and Shakespeare thee's and thou's, and other words from the dinosaur world, and add some WO, YO, and BRO; and see this girl for just who she really is, YO; SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, AKA “SSJKK”, but folks; hate me, kill me if you can; but truth is truth, and I bring it to you; all right here and right now. '8 people needed', on windshields in 1995, from neighbor Jeanette, and her pop; and on and on I could go for the next fucking cunt eating thousand years. What can be said after all is said? WHAT????????????? You see or you are blind; and I cannot spit on mud, and rub it in your eye, or play any other game with you right now. I can only type and you can only hope that you are blessed and see, my words, my blog, as THAT is the watery mud. I cannot do better, I'm sorry, I've tried now for seven and a half fucking years, but this is it, maxed out and to the freaking wall. I am at 100%. I detest peeps who say they give 110. If they do, that means other times they fake the 100, and are giving 89. You cannot beat math and numbers, and speaking therefore of them; let me get back now, to the first 4 numbers in mathematics, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The music intro numbers, how big a 'WOW' would be appropriate right about now, BELIEVERS????????

Before we do get on with this, tomorrow, Mikey disappears into the magical world of Miami, Florida, and somebody is major fucking with me, not letting MIAMI come out correctly about four mother fucking turd chewing times, WEEEEEEE. Fuck you, whoever the shit you are out there, ya bum bastard creep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is wild, they still are FUCKING WITH THE WORD OF MIAMI over and over, letters keep disappearing out of it, I swear this truth on the All Mighty ERMC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Empire-Ruler). So long, Mikey, you fucking worthless pile of scum. I won't miss you at all!!!! The only thing that really FUCKING PISSES ME THE SHIT OFF ABOUT THIS ROTTEN LIFE FOLKS, Any-ha, before we do the 1-2-3-4 and deal with this another time; let me tell a few things smaller than this, and just get it out of the way, just like the good riddance Mike Patterson shit. If you were paid off by the way Brother Joe, screw you, and say hi and auuch to my dead uncle Nebyachts, and HILE FUCKING ASS HITLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Payoff your losing debts now why don't you, ya fucking worthless bum; RGG is real, and the shit is right up on these blogs, loser!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today was what you would call both a WEIRD DAY and a BOTBAR DAY as well. But not super fucking botbar, folks. Normally, I need a few days of real heavy aerial persecution to get the powerful fucking pussy-command that just came out of nowhere while I was out on a few little shopping errands this after fucking noon. WOW, I could have had a date with half a dozen fashion model types, it makes no sense. I am old and fat and short and ugly and worthless; it really makes no sense at all, and it HAS TO BE totally fucking supernatural. But I was starting to tell you that all my dam ass rotten worthless moronic fucked up nightmare life, I dreamed of just one lousy mother fucking opportunity to play the butterfly after being the caterpillar, and it NEVER EVER works out for me, it never has, and I know the fucking all mighty hates me and despises me with a passion, as there just cannot be another fucking explanation for 60 solid fucking years of not ever getting one rotten chance for me to ever go AHA-AHA-AHA, fucking other MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever it is, SCREW-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would give a trillion fucking dollars and I would find a way to get it, if this curse would lift just long enough for one CAB Esolph Fable shit, to work out in my favor, something I have dreamed of since the age of 13, since my cunt sniffing mother read the dam thing to me in the dam fucking ass book, YO YO YO YO!!! W---O---W does this fucking piss me off.

Another thing making this a totally WEIRD-DAY, is that there were lots of extremely tall girls all around me today while doing my errands, way more than the recent norms, and also, usually a hologram of giant pussy equals a hologram of hostility and invisibility for me, everyone hating me and ignoring me, and or treating me like mother fucking dog shit at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This did not happen today, BRO, it was a total fucking SYSTEMS-REVERSAL, just as I said, do not ever think you can win in gambling using reversal of systems when you're convinced it is DUE to happen, nothing in gambling is ever do in time to make this work for you in a long running play operation, 'of that I PROMISE', SIR KIMBA DADDYROOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'd kiss the mother fucking asshole, of anyone who would show me how you get rid of that stupid fucking double black line when you need to; what a fucking cunt pain in my dam fat ass, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Christ All Mightyass! Now for the numbers shit, that I said would be further examined on this dam ass blog, WHAAAAAA, BRAHHHH!

Just as with the time honored musical intro as in 1-2-3-4 counts before the band begins to freaking ass play, believers; the instruction manual includes a lot of multiplication and addition to be done, and based on two numbers, it tells a calendar of years after the birth of the great Messiah, or eventually, the four digits of 1-9-8-4. It is not something that can be missed, if understood, nor is it a lot of cult crap like Family Stations, and Harold Cramping, and all his endless stupid ass doomsday predictions, and his jerked off stupid followers; that he leads around by the mucous trails. These numbers have truth, and I don't want a fucking penny from any of you; so there is my real deal proof that I am in this for the eternity, not the fucked up filthy lucre moolah, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I type on, this is my fourth BOTBAR for MAY-2013, bringing me to a filthy rotten fucking 29%-MPB (Magnetic Percentage Botbar). “Me no fucking like this shit, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAA, OK, DO IT, MMCN! OH YES MY WONDERFUL GINA, WHY WOULD NO ONE LISTEN OR BELIEVE, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I MOTHER FUCKING RAT ASS COCK SUCKING TOLD ALL OF YOU, THE DOW JONES WILL KEEP FLYING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND TODAY WAS WAY WAY WAY UP, ANOTHER FUCKING 123 POINTS, LOVERS!!!! Where's my fucking ass Clariton, Mister big hat with your dam ass whore stealing wife?????????????? Dream this city, you pigs! Numbers are magical, more than raw scientific tools. When that little sentence comes to their awareness, in the laboratories of the world, humankind will advance about a thousand years, OVER NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, 3 is the most magical number in the multiverse, based on the largest three sub-atomic particles, the proton, the neutron, and the electron. She came to me in 1984, in a dream, and told me that HER NUMBER, THE NUMBER OF THE ELECTRON, IS 3 TO THE POWER OF 3, and she said this to me at a roulette table in Atlantic City, while I was in this powerful ass fucking dream, YO; and spoke to me and said it out loud in that lovely voice she had at the age of two years, here today in her current lifetime, and the great WASH-DOC has the dam ass fucking cassette tape of this to this very second, in the COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO! Then after she said this to me, I knew instantly that 3 to the power of 3 is 27, and as I thought this in my mind, her lovely bright purple colored lightning, came through the ceiling of the gaming room at the Golden Nugget Casino Hotel, on Brighton Avenue; and struck right precisely through the number 27 circle, at my roulette table. This was A DREAM, now remember, or said more accurately; this happened in a parallel reality to this universe here, where I now type this message out, to the ones who wish to read it; and only to them. The number 3 is way beyond the base root electrical or electron number, and anyone of religious faith in many large world religions not merely in Christianity, knows this 3 number well. I know their God as 'MDE', and they insist on seeing a male version, and that is all fine. The instruction manual says how we are made, and proves in the words, that it is not male or female, it is beyond our reality. This cannot have a real gender because our reality is limited to us and this and here and so forth, and I am going to fucking run out of dam words. When I see a male or a real true man have a baby, then you can change my mind. Creative force by our standards, must be female, BUT AGAIN, every real powerful truth, always seems to get reversed on our lovely little planet in this waking world, right folks? Does the sun go around the world, it looks like it? Is the world flat, it looks like it? On and on I can go, and you all know that!!!! Still, the trinidad (trinity) as well as the electron number, and any electrician knows that electricity has a mysterious tri-force all its own, and that volts times amps is watts, and that 10 or more other things in this three or tri-pattern, also formulate out, into this exact precision. Now let us examine number four, forgetting about the four horsemen of Harold Camping's doomsday, and sticking with the square. Energy and mass are in a wild magical pattern, that involves a square. A little '2' sign that is raised showing an exponential power of a base number, is what I refer to, as many know. But it goes quite further than that. That same magic is why this world is the exact diameter that it is, and gives us about a 400 INSTANT PER MINUTE (IPM) awareness and consciousness. There is a direct ratio to the size of a planet and to the current speed of light, as it alters as billions of years flow along, but that is not important; as we were not on this planet, nor will be be, in minus or plus billions of years, just here and now and very short times behind and ahead of right now. Still, the ratio to planet size, and C, or light velocity, is equal to the exact speed of human consciousness. The sphere that magnetic forces cause large massive objects to develop into, is three dimensional. But when conscious and awake on one of them, you perceive four and not three directions that oppose each other, north to south and east to west; endlessly and forever, no matter where you may wish to stand and observe the phenomenon. To exist in any form that is outside the void, you need a contrast, not one thing, but two things. The same thing can be said of mechanical mind and biological mind, as machine mind indeed runs in a binary and thus hexadecimal code. Simple and ridiculous as what I will say next may appear to any of you, it still is a truth, Things get assigned a number in cosmos, and the first two were used up in order to get to the point where universes are existing in a fifth dimensional hyperspace, so what is next after 1 and 2, other than for the next two higher integers of 3 and 4? So taking these numbers and being fruitful with them, adding, multiplying, not the inverse instruction which would be subtracting or dividing, and what happens in the magic 3 stages? Well, the first stage is the start of this Ultimate Jacob's Ladder if you will, so the next two stages of adding and multiplying numbers of 3 and 4, would be 7 and 12, and then at the final third stage, 19 and 84. This 1984 is beyond magical, and I live all alone in a world where only I seem to know just totally fucking why. Oh Jimmy, where the fuck are you with your great wisdom that I put ON THE RECORD, for the entire world, back while I was living on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, in 1984? I only tell the truth folks. You can all go right on hating my fucking ass guts, but I just tell it straight out. Paul, my ex partner says I will end up in a world of shit for doing all of this. Gee, will I? I will, huh? Where am I right now, Paul Pedersen, my wonderful pal???????????????? Ga-head, tell me! WEEEEE.

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I TOOK ANOTHER HUGE FUCKING ATTACK AND ASSAULT, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, MIAMI AND JACKSONVILLE FIELD FUCKING OFFICE, AND FLORIDA STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE. IT ALL STARTED AT SHY OF EIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING EVENING. HUGE HORRIBLE ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING JET CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THIS AREA POPPED UP OUT OF NOWHERE, THEN A HUGE COMPUTER ATTACK LATTISAW JACK HACK, ALSO STRUCK, WHILE TRYING TO WORK THE MACHINE. MICROSUCKS IN LEAGUE WITH WOMO, MADE THE SYSTEM TURN ON, AT 8 ON THE NOSE, WITH THEIR UPDATES CRAP. THEN I LOOKED OUT OF MY WINDOW, WHILE GETTING UP AND COMING OVER HERE TO THE COMPUTER; AND EVEN THOUGH THE SUN HAD SET, BRIGHT HUGE LIT UP DAYTIME AREAS WERE ALL OVER THE BUILDING ABOVE ME, AS UP THERE, IT IS NOT SUNSET TIME YET. IF I HAD A VIDEO FUCKING SYSTEM AND KNEW HOW TO MOTHER FUCKING OPERATE IT LIKE OTHER FOLKS DO, I WOULD HAVE HAD A VIRAL MOTHER FUCKING VIDEO, OR REALLY, NO I WOULD NOT, AS YOUTUBE, IN LEAGUE WITH GOOGLE-MICROSUCKS, HAS A BLOCKADE ON MY STUFF. ANYONE CAN SEE IT. THERE IS A HUGE QUESTION MARK AFTER THE VIEW COUNT ON MY NIGHTMARE FUCKING SONG? THE ACTUAL COUNT SHOULD READ SEVENTEEN (17) VIEWS, WITH NO QUESTION MARK. ALL OTHER VIEWS ARE ME WATCHING MY OWN STUFF, AND MY TRYING TO LINK UP OR SHARE THE VIDEO WITH BLOG SITES, & THEY SHOULD HAVE A WAY TO FILTER THE MOTHER FUCKING COUNTER WHEN IT IS THE COMPUTER THAT UPLOADED THE VIDEO, THAT HAS CLICKED TO VIEW IT, NOT COUNTING IT. THEN THEY ADD A LOT OF SYMBOLS LIKE PLUSSES AND QUESTION MARKS, & THIS ENTIRE THING IS A VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING CIVIL RIGHTS, AND IS JUST FOR THE RICH PEOPLE, AS ARE ALL THINGS, FROM FUCKING CHEATED ASS WALL STREET, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MAIN STREET! I AM SO DISAPPOINTED BY MY PRESDIDENT, FORGETTING WHERE HE STARTED, AND THE EXPERIMENTS, AND THINGS IF I GO ON ABOUT, I WOULD HAVE THE FUCKING SECRET ASS SERVICE AT THE DOOR IN AN HOUR. I AM SO SO HURT, SIR. I EXPECT THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR FROM MY ROTTEN DAUGHTER, BUT DID NOT FROM YOU, KIND SIR. BLESS YOU ANYWAY, SIR! BRUCE PENNOCK SAID IT ALL, BACK EARLY IN THE SEVENTIES. NONE OF US ARE PERFECT, MERE MORTALS AND HUMANS.

Then comes the big problem. When I crashed last fucking night, I was with the Almighty in many forms, and at the end, after lots of enjoyable pleasurable interactions, she tells me she is not going to keep leaving her great city, and that she is going to stay there a lot more. Whatever the shit that is supposed to mean, right my believers-Morians. Oh well, 'ours is not to reason why, Sir Aristede Shadows of 1897, but to do and die', right, co fellow musician/writer of tunes, and Ode to the lovely Laura Parker, of the non studio Parkers of Pedersenville. You can shove those big stupid ass hats, PP, WHERE THE DAM ASS SUN DON'T SHINE, YO!!

MORIANITY PART FIVE

Posting, or trying to, at 9:11 PM, on this night of SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES THREE, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOTAMMIC ASSAULT SIEGE; and lots of pussy fucking action, will be coming my way, when I am out on some local cunt chewing errands, the next couple of days, and if I am messed with; I am holding the AG, and the Florida State Police, and CJS responsible; for disbelieving me, and not caring enough to help look after a person, being cock sucking viciously fucking ass persecuted, for 3 solid cunt eating asshole decades now, or more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY ''MPB'' IS NOT ACCEPTABLE, AND ALL OF THOSE RESPONSIBLE, WILL PAY IN THEIR FUCKING BLOOD, I PROMISE YOU TAHREN GANDI, AND OTHER BOXERS, AND REALTORS, AND WELL; WHATEVER, 'OLD SHIPYARD PAL' OF FUCKING CUNT EATING 1975, WITH ALL THE DAM ASS RED MOTHER FUCKING LEAVES ON THE FUCKING GROUND.

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YOU WILL BE SO FUCKING SORRY, WORDS AIN'T THERE TO FUCKING TELL IT, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK believers, 1,2,3, possibly 4 of you, here is what is going on, and you will definitely get a mind blow after you hear what I now tell you. I swear it is the truth, and I also swear that it is over simplified by a factor of about nine billion or so, otherwise, I would be posting this up around the year of 2177 or so, and would defeat the purpose, as lovely 'niece' DMK would say to me constantly, back in 2008 and 2009. By the way, I never started that crap with her, not about the school in Egg Harbor City, or me being her dam uncle. They all knew about me, and all of this. I was the one who knew jack about it all, back when I started to blog in 2006, and 2007. If anyone needs proof; you have a lot of reading material to emmereffing cover.

First off on this day's blog, for the past month now since the middle of April, my Channel 12 TV News APP is hacked up, and this is where you see the photos on my blogs at the Jupiter Inlet, some miles to my south, unless I pretend it is 1975 again and nobody had a million bugs all over the place. Then I could get there in a few minutes, and not be discovered moving any diner rotisseries or other such things as speaking to birds and animals, and being in a wild eternal relationship with lovely ISIS, and a hell of a lot more.

They totally have hacked into my system, as they all know what computers we use. There is no way I can track the movement of the third part of MIDISISCYLLA. It is all frozen and hacked, and shows lightning positions that are no where even close to where she is in reality and real time. Most of it shows the same old frozen spots. This is a violation of course of my civil rights, but who can stop it, I am being given the privilege of using these APP programs, and if I don't like it, what am I going to do about it? Also, you want to know why the DOW will be going up one to two hundred points every single week this year, and endlessly from now on, as it really is not complex at all? It is because unlike in times past, every possible person in authority that could potentially help me, is all in the pockets totally and 100% completely, of the powerful city of Washington, DOC-13. Now why did New York City, and Washington, become the two targets of 911? You may think this is so easy, without knowing a tenth of the basic truth behind what all of this terrorism is really all about, and how it all connects two times, once in 1967 AD, and the other time around 3000 years before that one. Don't expect me to start even going here on this blog, as I am not in any mother trucking, hunt trapping, bunt tapping, rock chucking mood; folks, sorry! Every single person on this planet is being stopped from helping me in my fight against Apollo-Lucifer, even the church themselves. The reasons cannot be explained. They go beyond 1000 times wilder than all the stuff you ever saw on any of the most far out television shows and movies and documentaries, any and all of it; and that's a dam promise, believers. Dan Brown knew a little bit about this, and was able to tell a little as well, but if he had ever tried to tell the real stuff, people would be saying to me after I mention his name, Dan Who? None of you have the smallest dam clue about anything, and it makes me want to cry like a dam ass baby for hours. I told you my rotten kid would beat me up when I fell asleep, and she outdid my wildest worries and nightmare fantasies, folks. She along with close cuzz Leticia T. and distant cuzz Dawn-Marie K. all three let me have the most brutal attack I ever experienced, right near the Walter Bar across from the Bellevue Avenue Hammonton, New Jersey WAWA Convenience Store. I found myself asleep and instantly awake in bright daylight, on the street right near the bar there. I began to walk towards where they used to have me kidnapped at Caruso's home at 831 13th Street, and before I got thirty yards, Dawn grabbed my left shoulder very hard, swung me around, and kicked me in the stomach so hard the wind went out of me and I dropped to my knees. Instantly, Leticia clocked me with one of her locally famous left hooks, in that part of Jersey; she is as strong as my kid, and all of my front teeth were gone, boom, over. Blood was pouring out of my mouth and I still was not able to breathe. Then while this was fresh and up to the minute, my wonderful Doogie Howser Lab-Technician daughter of 1984, grabbed me, picked me up, and threw me over her head and out into the street and right in front of a fairly fast moving sports car that was not yet slowing down for the Route 54 stop sign ahead, and I plowed right inside through this driver's windshield. He then stopped and took me and threw me back onto the street and started kicking my ribs apart as I dropped down, and cursed at me with language way beyond what I ever heard in my entire life. Then my daughter threw a bucket of liquid light all over me, and it blinded me, and began swirling into hundreds of different shades of brilliant colors, and suddenly; I was wet and then totally dry, and totally healed up. I jumped up and thanked her, and she said to me, “The fun is only starting, real bad boy”, and then she pushed me so hard I fell down backwards and again, the three of them began pounding and pounding me. This went on for what seemed like an hour, getting totally destroyed and then rejuvenated with this magic light-liquid stuff, and then beat up to hell all over again. Finally, they all laughed and walked away from me as if nothing had happened. All three of them were wearing wild logos on their dresses as well, you could not miss them, and in this wild interaction, I could see real great without the aid or need of any eyeglasses. The color was bright orange, and dead center in the middle was an oval shape in jet black about an inch thick around, with a diameter in the oval large part being about eight to ten inches, stretching across and not going head to toe. Inside this oval, in bright green bold lettering, it said, YBCO SONG 301+. I have no idea what this is all about, and have been scared to make a move all day until recently when I decided to tell this on this blog. I woke up from this incredible experience around half past eleven, in fact on the nose I believe. The really strange part was that when I awoke, my vision was perfect for about one or two minutes, and then it suddenly was back to the normal piss poor vision that I actually have, but the clock to my right when I awoke, was bright and clear; an analogue face displaying the large hand at the 6, and the small hour hand dead in-between the eleven and the twelve. It was 11:30 AM. Some force, on top of this, will not allow me to monitor weather or other activities around the world with the normal computer tools that I should have available with this machine. Some powerful world owner and power, will not allow me to try and end this world, the way I need to, to stop this eternal hell for me in the only way I know how to. So Ron Wirtz Senior, if you're still alive, Camden County New Jersey EX Prosecutor, kind-sir, I will be taking my “AEB” very soon, to a deserted area spot placing it on a rock surface, and slamming it as hard as I can with a Walmart hammer. If I am lucky, this will all be over for ever and ever, as it should have been that day at the Eden fence, when I interfered, and begged ISIS not to end everything right then and there; and she told me, and I quote, “Because you loved Diana, I will spare the world for a while”. Well, you are Diana, and there is no such thing as time or tents, so my error caused all this, and I will fix it in the only way that I know how. None of you will even feel a thing once this is done, boom, over forever, and done! I HAVE HAD ALL I CAN STAND, POPE-YES, ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh, and Keisha Crunch-99! This is where it is going to stop, my BROTHER!

I may not be the swiftest greatest sock in the drawer, Lenny Briscoe sir, colored mine, impressed, or whatever Robert Andrews Sir and old 1975 pal; but I will say this dam much, believers. I should have known not to make that ten grand bet about my 1986 song, back in twenty-ten. I feel this is the last straw that brought TAWF to the point of killing me at all costs, so I will beat them and everyone else to the great and mighty punch, oh lovely Keisha Disney Loca! WOW, I still have a huge place where you can see where this young teen girl totally broke and destroyed my right arm in the days of my great pal, PRINCE KEM. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

It is just under 92 freaking degrees here this afternoon in Fort Pierce, Florida, and is mostly sunny with a few floater clouds. My entire body is hurting from my experience in a parallel universe the other day, especially my right side. There are complex reasons for bleed-through in the hyperspace around us all, and would require ten Moby Dick sized books to start to properly address this issue, so for today, let us gloss over all of that, shall we, believers?

Most of you have been told how the great science experts are either keeping under raps, or simply just do not know, the real truths of why we all sleep and dream despite some having no conscious mind recall or very little, and also, how things intentionally taken from 'dream-stuff' and messed with electronically, causes major havoc and disturbances throughout the entire globe, and in all honesty, well beyond that and far out into the expansion around it, just as if an invisible balloon was the Earth, and suddenly an invisible larger balloon was taken from the first size it was, and from that point, was painted jet black, and blown up further and larger around the original one. You can think of 'outer space' in this exact way, at least on some elementary and initial level, for right now.

Do you want to know what I am doing folks, all of you, when I discuss playing my 'SYSTEMS-ROULETTE'? Well in case you are saying, yeah dude, do tell, let me do so, BRAH.

As you know, before I tell this, playing Roulette at the Atlantic City casinos began for me when a dude by the name of George Belton, first introduced me to this game, back in early December of 1982, in this present lifetime of mine, as the me that I am experiencing my life through, in this exact part of the fifth dimensional hyperspace waking dream-down off of the Astral-Plane; and I have little memory in my full complete beingness, about this game before this life-time, other than personally knowing a Trappis Monk, 300 or so years ago, and the inventor of this game; a dude who was so frustrated that he could not defeat his own game or really, the negative advantage built into it for the players against the bank or HOUSE, so much so; that he committed suicide one day, and this is the total truth, good people. This is not Parallel-Event, it is a system. Using and applying Parallel-Event to this game, in the very way that I did in 1986, to make a profit in my spare time, in that year, of $9,200.00; is not what is being done when I say I am using my SYSTEMS-ROULETTE, as this is just not a system, al systems will eventually crash and burn, even if it takes tens or hundreds of millions of spins, because the law of mathematical statistics and probability forces those large number amounts, to equalize at a 50-50 event no matter what, and thus, short term luck by either players or the casinos, is averaged out to flat even, and thus, these games need to have a built-in endless edge, gamblers refer to as the VIG of the game, in the case of Roulette, it is the two green numbers, 0 and 00. No matter what else is real, the great Einstein was once quoted as saying that the only way the game of roulette can be beaten forever and consistently, is for the player to cheat and steal gaming chips from the croupier (dealer) when he is not looking, something not advisable in the new age of the past years since Vegas opened up gaming in town, as the house knows every pimple zit on your face and even the invisible ones that are still forming. No system will work forever, the trick is to have a great system, and that means one that lasts for the longest possible amount of spins before turning around and going the other way, in complicated ways that cannot be easily understood, other than to say, you can never know when to reverse a system and say, gee, it is time now to go in reverse from what I have been winning with as I am now due to lose. Nothing is gambling is ever due. It is due if you look at the reality that will not ever benefit any gambler. If RED comes in 10 or 20 times in a row, it cannot be Red forever, and a BLACK number will indeed pop in, and is due to be a real event, and you can predict that it will indeed be a BLACK number, eventually, but you may be in some freaky pattern where you just might get 25 RED outcomes in a row. If you try doubling your losing bets, you will be out of the game and broke or over the house-limits, long before any kind of DUE-SYSTEM can profit a player in any long run kind of situation. That's just reality, son; as Dennis Snyder used to say all the time to me, when he would come over from next door to visit me, at the Cifaloglio place, while we were both doing weekend security duty along the great Route 54 just south of the Black Horse Pike over-pass. I have no problem with gambling houses making money, they need to 'pay people', to quote the great and late DM King, they need to keep the lights on and the many other things, and still eek out a profit for the share and stock holders in the corporation, that is all fine and good. Sometimes, they will play dirty despite the fact that you better never be caught doing same, and when I say dirty, I mean dirty, and they have done some extremely wicked things to me, and this will not be so much as touched on on this blog today. But my point without more geer-grinding and going way off on any tangents, is that Parallel-Event is NOT A SYSTEM, all systems will fail, just as mice and men and all other stuff, along with even greatest of plans. Now the system you have and use, is rated from lousy to great, in a direct ratio to how long it can go without a complete breakdown and reversal, where you lose it all back, and are not averaging a consistent weekly and monthly profit by doing the very exact same thing at various roulette tables. Great systems may last for millions of spins, the majority will give a lucky player only a small group of thousands, be it 5, 10, 25, maybe more, 50 100, 150, hell maybe 250 or even 4 or 5 hundred thousand. The trick is to know how long your system can hold up, use it, and like a day trader, get in, get out, and never use that system again. The system that I have been using since late somewhere in twenty-twelve, is a follows, and cannot be sold for prophet, as I own this system, as these blogs are copyright ME, officially and soon I'll be sending my fees to the appropriate places along with the forms, to make it totally legal. Still, © law allows me to claim my intellectual property. Now a viewer may indeed use this and tell a friend or two or three, but not profit in any other way other than to physically use the system in Roulette games at legal gaming establishments the world over. All that is going on here, is a player picks one of the three outside betting parameters, be it BLACK/RED, ODD/EVEN/, LOW/HIGH, and uses a base bet one stage up betting strategy, applied to the following selection strategy. Whatever the first event is, the bets are placed to follow and then to go opposite, not in advance, but in whatever the last event was. When selecting bets, it is best to use one parameter only, you win or lose the same overall amount in th long run, and it is a lot simpler to do with far less of a chance to screw it up with more crap to worry about. So you pick a table, and one outside betting selection, we will use the RED/BLACK here in my illustration. You should circle the winning bets as well, as this pertains to a back up little warning system within the main system that I will shortly explain to you. Now going from circled winning bets, begin to count from circle to circle, how many bets it took to win, be it (one) if a win follows a win, or (two) if it is two away from the previous win, and 3, and 4, and 5, and so forth. By betting with a strategy of an endless 1-2, and only betting the two units after a loss and always reverting right back to the base single unit bet, all bets that are winning bets and are circled, that are one or two apart, are actual winning bets that will generate a plus one unit profit. 3 and 4 winning circles will produce a minus 2 units, 5 and 6 winning circles will produce a minus 5 units, and all circle won bets in increments of two higher, 7-8, 9-10, and so forth, produce a minus of another 3-units, minus 2, minus 5, minus 8, and so forth. Ignore the times you lose on a 0 and 00 house VIG, just take the loss. Then as a check if you feel the need to not trust your judgment on games wheels that are not going your way and you need to exit from, here is a simple way to see a bad game happening mathematically, beyond just watching your gaming chips dwindling down. Keep track of total win-circle-number amounts, such as for an example, 2-2-3-1-2-1-1-1-4-3-2-3-1-2-3-2-2-3-4-1-2-1-1, as well as the total of numbers there. The total numbers are placed as a fractional denominator, and the added values, as a fractional numerator. Simply put, there are a total of 23 numbers there. As the top part of the fraction or the numerator begins growing closer and closer towards double the amount of the denominator, it is time to leave the game, ahead or behind, and go to another wheel, and another, and another. But as long as a healthy gap stays between these two numbers not doubling, you can play that wheel to your hearts desire. You need not worry about gut feelings or how many chips you are up or down, as the longer run pattern of the wheel to your system, is revealed in your fraction. In the illustration here, our bottom number or fractional denominator, as stated, is a 23, so as the top number approaches 46 or perhaps goes into a doubling and higher from the start of the game, then kiss that game and wheel bye-bye. Here, the total of these 23 number is a 47. Whether you are up or down 3 or 5 or 8 units, get out of this game, the numerator is staying too much higher than where it needs to be in ratio to the denominator number, and all odds are it will continue to pattern out this way long enough to make you lose lots and lots and lots of your gaming chips, and that chews and bites, with or without the lovely Roseann Delaney. Now let us do another much better game, even though the very start did not start out so wonderfully. In this example, we have 4-7-2-3-2-2-1-2-5-3-1-2-1-2-2-2-1-1-1-2-2-3-1-1-2-3-1-1-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-1-1-2-1-2-2-1-1-2-4-1-4-1-1-1-2. This is a total for a denominator of 52, and towards the end of this run of win-circle-events, we do not want our top numerator number to be at 104 or higher, and hopefully, lower and less than double the denominator. Let us add up and see what's what. After only 6 spins, it looks bad, but never quit in just 6 spins, take it a little beyond that, as it might turn around, and if not, get the hell out, and say hello to the Jersey Governor should you see him along the beach and the weather is good in Atlantic City. OK, at six spins our rotten fraction is 20 over 4 and way over the OUT-SIGNAL of 8 over 4, but as stated, don't die at the very start, let it play out a wee bit longer, and it it does not drop, then get the hell off that game beach, and say hi to Governor Christie as fast as crap smells. Now joking aside, abnd deadly hurricanes as well, let us move on and see how this actual game that I recently played, began correcting for itself. After all 52 of these numbers, the total of them that we want under double or less than 104, is 99. This is a safe zone, 104 over 99, think of it as your systems ROULETTE PRESSURE, as in blood pressure having the systolic and diastolic measurement readings. Perfect pressure here is anything lower and the lower the better, of the top number in relation to the bottom number, be it 30 over 15 or 400 over 200, you want that top number no more and hopefully LESS THAN twice the bottom number. Now for an illustration in the selection of following and then reversing, and following and then reversing, endlessly. The outcomes on this randomly made up set of BLACK and RED outcomes are as follows: (B)=BLACK, and (R)=RED................................

RBBBBBBBRRRBBRBRRBBRRRBRRBBRBBRBRRBBBBBB

This series of events began with a RED, we want to follow with a Red, so we lost on a BLACK. Then we want to go opposite on the BLACK to a RED, and again we lost. Now we want to follow the BLACK, and we won, and so forth, and this would create a number 3 on the circled win, the the fourth outcome on the line and third BLACK on the string, above. Remember, you always keep endlessly switching FOLLOW, REVERSE, FOLLOW, REVERSE, until the end of the game and you cash out. I am happy playing 10 relatively quick games normally every other day is what it takes to average these ten games. When my life is all filled with BOTBARS, the LUCK FACTOR does kick in, luck drops when life sucks, and the other way around as well, this is just another 'Dennis Snyder reality, SON'. This system, no matter how lucky you are and how good your life is, will fail totally and completely, on average, depending on your personal luck factor, whoever you are reading this, at between 4 and 30 kilo-spins, averaging 17,000 spins, a better system than many I have been playing and messing around with for the past 5-15 years. A very unlucky person could lose a mountain of doe in 2 or 3 thousand and that's that, and then the extra lucky folks that make the world of averages, just what they are, AVERAGES, may get 50 or even 75 KILOSPINS out of this system, and using one-hundred dollar black gaming chips, and averaging about 30 units profit over losses including the house-vig, per kilospin, (1,000-spins), this means if you get 15 kilo-spins out of the system, at the $100.00 gaming level, playing 100/200 betting level, you can hope to get a total profit out of this system of around 30 times 15 times 100 USD, or 450 black unit gaming chips, or $45,000.00. If you played this system on the 25/50 green gaming chip level, it would bring it down by four times, to about just over eleven grand before the system goes south. But you can begin this on a low level of 10/20, upping it to 25/50, then 100/200, and all by the time you only exhaust say about half or less of your average spins the system will produce for you before turning. So in that remaining half or more, why not jump up a while to 200/400, and then once more to 500/1000? At the 500/1000 level, this would be 5 times the amount shown above, especially for a high roller who used that playing level from the very beginning, so 45 grand becomes a total of around 225, 000 bucks that this system will average for most players, give or take say 30% on personal life and luck factors, that all great professional gamblers know very well, is real, and connected up all together.

Between 4-6, doors have started to get somewhat annoying here, before that since I have awake this afternoon, all was nice and quiet. The only exception is the motorcyclist persecutor, so if you out there Sheriff Mascara and my pals at the Fort Pierce PEEDEE, please try and look out for me and watch for this real nasty ass prick, thank you so much!

It's getting very cloudy and dark, and still holding just under 92 degrees Fahrenheit here in town, maybe lovely Diana will come over and visit me with beautiful lovely colors. I really love you so much ISIS, don't let me down forever, BROWN EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE believers.

My computer clock was hacked again, and I do not report each incident, probably three times now it has happened without my mentioning it on a blog, yesterday's news, but then, many say that is what MORIANITY is all about, and in some respects, they are all totally correct. But then Christianity was meant for the first millenniums, and that is way more into yesterdays news, yet again; still connects into an endless present, just as does the re-write of some of it here now in M-3. Even I had no idea about some of these incredible details, back in 1995, when I was 'led' to begin this project, Mister 'Smith Leigh Moroni Cadillac'. WOW!

I said recently that I may not think something is significant, or that it's too mundane to be added to these texts FOR THE RECORD, 29 YEARS AFTER ANOTHER 'FOR THE RECORD'. Later on I came to realize, that who am I, GOD? Well, I know this job was filled some time ago, Detective Green, YO, BRO; so the answer here, is an unequivocal NO. I took for granted that a few things would just be accepted in the minds of anyone reading these words. What a fucking asshole fool I have come to learn, that I truly am; times a trillion to the power of ninety. There is so much fucking bullshit going on all over this universe, and the greater reality surrounding that; that it would require a blog lasting for vigintillions of millennia, to tell it all, maybe one lousy ass percent. So let me sort of get real fucking ass babyish and not worry about how things may appear; as it is only important that I know what is going on with some of this dam ass shit for right fucking now, YO YO YO YO!!! First, this is the seventeenth anniversary of the day I wrote the song called, “SARAH”, just in case anyone alive, could give even half of a fucking stinky turd. Oh yes, this is good old May 12, 1996, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mike McNulty (MMCN-1971). Gee. Aniwho, this is piss next to some other shit I feel compelled to quickly just tell it and be mother fucking all done with it, once and for all; other than for maybe discussing other details around it on later writings, but it seems that certain things need to be analyzed, and examined, with terrific fucking scrutiny; before the fullness of everything comes clearly to mind, in many, and even the extreme majority of cases; with anything in this god dam miserable ass world of woe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to talk about a very hush hush medically kept discussion on SLEEP-WALKERS, AKA somnambulist-folks, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Folks, there are things not talked about for many many mother fucking reasons on this rotten Earth, and in all societies of the world, in all times in human fucking ass history; for reasons that benefit as always, a small few chosen representatives of cosmic owners; called World Owners, by me, as this term seems to fucking fit, ''in my mind'' to quote my wonderful yacht cousin the late, Sir Heinz Gottwald, of Babylon, New York; real ass dam good. Adding 'Milituforce Otammites', after 'World Owners'; we get the abbreviated, and often used in MORIANITY, 'WOMO'. But all that piss drinking junk aside my wonderful believers, it is time, as Barnabas of Dark Shadows put it so well in early 1970, to get a little truth out of the way; even though it may even stretch the minds of believers in Morianity, to a limit they are not ready to freaking ass cross over into. No pun meant. There really are five dimensions, and we really do interact while awake, in only three of them; and this is why humans are awake three fifths of their life, and in the other two fifths, they are in those other two lovely and quite mysterious dimensions of every much of a reality. There are places in this entire fifth dimension or in hyperspace containing all of the things that result from a MIND SIGNAL sent down from even yet one dimension above this one, the sixth; and not all of it makes perfect sense to all of us living here right now, and reading these blogs. Still, I have no choice but to try and clarify a few quick points, I wanted to add 'simple' after the word of quick, but you may not agree with me on that, therefore out of respect for my viewers, I will not do so. Most of you that have followed Morianity for any length of time, have been told about TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and how this fits into what I am saying so far in this blog right now. Some have come to understand that we become exploratrons as sleepers and dreamers, and whether or not you choose to believe my words are true as a very select few do, even a few who hate me right now; but they know I am for real, and this is all true; but moving this right along; just because perhaps none of us, and me included, are real advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, this does not mean that one out of endless countless bazillions of our doppelgangers in the full hyperspace, are not; and just as the old time travel theorists love to always say, and it is not something easily dismissible, “As long as the technology is discovered before the end of time, then time travel is both real, and part of our time right now”. If you think for a minute on that, and examine it, and cogitate about it for however long it takes you, for a light to flash on inside your Britney brains; TV or no TV, ambulance drivers in World War 2 all notwithstanding here; you will indeed see a lot of both of these truths; the time travel one that I did not make up, along with what I have said here as well, YO!! Wow folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other freaking words, as long as one part of our 5-D beingness, is this advanced, then our entire being collectively, is kind of a TYPE-3-EXPT in stasis, if no better way of seeing this truth can be achieved. Again, another WOW. This is just like the revelation given to me by an unnamed person not long ago at all, regarding my dream-music, and explaining how dangerous the “YBCO” tune is, even if it does not contain the harmony track, possibly. At first, the original, “GITYA” tune from 1983 would not be, but as with my LIFE-CHARTS, as explained upon numerous occasion; once I started them, my days are rated in ones through fives every day, until I am dead as the me who I am right now; whether I consciously rate these days or not, it is quantized in a magical and quite mysterious quantum foam, that contains all of the half alive and half dead cats in the cosmos as well, excluding Professor Gaukauk of course, WEEEE. It's time, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now before signing off, try and see the full punching power of what has just been told. I know the Missourians Club will see this perhaps as my best cop-out yet, for all my screwed up belief systems, and they would be, as they are on so many occasions; totally wet in the head and wrong. But still, Lenny, they're entitled, as is Mashell Daniels, at RPL Studios in 1980; to their freaking opinions, as am I; so time again, MMCN, if you want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I'm saying ladies and gentlemen, is indeed simple, and you do not have to believe it, but all logic insists that it is fully completely true and accurate and there are real mathematical formulas that prove these extra dimensions, that parallel our 3-D reality, do in fact exist; so just ignore me if you like, and go to any local college, and ask to discuss this with a physics professor, and they will tell you that much of this shit is true and factually verified mathematically, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Taking this now down to a lowest common denominator and real simple few sentences, would go like this, believers, and others from Missouri. I never ever intended to say or to mean, that every single thing claimed in Morianity, is coming from the people in our localized reality; but because so much powerful fucking ass shit does fit together, and so much shit has been done to wipe me out; especially each and every time with a clockwork Swiss precision, that I try and expose these truths to the world; just as 'UFO-BUFFS' of the past, tried exposing their stuff, throughout lots of recent history. Look what the fucking shit keeps happening. I mean really people, can you believe in your fucking ass heart of all hearts, that first, anyone alive; me, Patterson, Dream Works, anyone, anywhere; could make up anything that is this fantastic, as these blogs of nearly 7 and a half fucking years? Then I must move to the next question that cannot help but arise like a teenaged boy's prick when three naked young honies are in his bedroom. Why would all the people in some huge twisted group of about 2500 beyond outlandishly distantly related cousins that you will never prove through Ancestry Dot Com, and can only be ascertained through the Church of the Mormons and my pals the Hair's, a while back; but why, 'why Jimmy why', are all these peeps acting the way they are, doing the things that they are; and I could go on and on? Now this is exactly what many many of my blogs are doing, unfortunately, with little positive results for poor old pathetic mother fucking little old cursed victim ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If all you want to look at here, is Ann and Dawn King, and Robert McGuire; eliminating about 90+% of other powerful shit; we could not miss this reality, and this pattern of bizarre behavior against me, with these twisted fucked up lovelies. They destroyed and ruined my entire life, AND THEY ARE NOT DONE WITH ME, not by a long shot, Mister Super Perry White Louigee Hangups Kent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W, does this asshole ever forget anything? DUH, that may be what eventually sinks WOMO's dam ship, YO. Time again if you want to, Mike McNulty, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Look great folks, I never said in three dimensions, all these wonderful persons have done all these things; but you cannot go dismissing stuff, and living in the caves forever. Not when Morianity has come along so fucking ass faithfully now, and explained all this great shit to the dam human race for so long, and it does have validity. I have posted the hatepage on me, I have posted a record of my song copyrights. What do you want, Roseann? Yeah, I know! DUH!

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This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.

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WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3?

Friday, August 25, 2006

Morianity Bible, The Epilogue:

Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy; and B able simultaneously, to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler; could ever B this totally cruel to another, whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1, 2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell; major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it; they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me, and C 4 themselves; the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it; and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but you'll never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me; then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say”. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting; just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette; had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine; and I was talking only to myself, not friggin' recording anything. Later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual; could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-Christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact, the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it; flashes with every color in the rainbow; and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me, in the shape and sound of a military helicopter; and then within less than half of a human hour; traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities, with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms; as if enough citizens all decide to merge into a particular piece of interaction of Astrality, they do; and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty; that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person; not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, a totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this. B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing. I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cali area, of the USA; that get approached by 'someone, most likely fortune tenners', and all fortune 10 through 50, are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games, and hurting people; that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure; nothing personal, to harass, and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed, come to U, and all those around U, deer to U; major constant interference with radio, TV, computer operations, or anything electrical, and mechanical; always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way. People mess with U on the road, way more than the average driver is messed with. All products U normally buy in stores, get harder to get, as flash-mobs buy up the stuff that U like, and the list goes literally on and on, but again; we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there, by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of 'LAMIST'. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, and this still got the greatest soap-show of all time, canceled; so who really has the power, huh? who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there, by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself; I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna' write to civil liberties, as this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story, when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs, and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me; that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong. First I am interested only in women, w+ell beyond the legal age. Multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact, the way that I do; concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806. It is just way more regulated, way less free; and much closer to when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana Purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way 2 the Supreme Court, before the 9 Justices. I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me; with no resources in the world, to fight these dick in the mouths back, on their level; in this very Unfair, and Unlevel playing field, of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her, great Sarah-Stacey. Your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B4 all of us, as in your great city, where love flows free; and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times; there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites. Jeese, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout, who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere; instead of Trumpism, Reaganism, and Lamistism; all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight into regions of Dogtown, a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, to do the friggin math, for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers. They were teens when your stupid calendar was reading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.

OK, now a little about REALITY-3, if for no other reason right now, than using telling this to you out here, as a major TRS from the days of Jessica's Rat-Tat football games and earlier blogging days when this was all a lot newer, and greener, and dangerous thirds were more close to the present situation, as well as my being as serious as a heart attack about Hydroglacia, the Astral city that here in the waking world, is perceived as the pulsar star of the night skies, and that came to visit with me personally one night at Cifaloglio, and I do not do drugs, nor do I imagine or hallucinate. THIS SHIT ALL WENT DOWN, under penalty of libel, slander, perjury, and anything else the CJS can ever try and throw at me, as they seem to love to hurt the innocent and protect the guilty. I still say that the juror and Goodman's attorney both concocted all this together at the beginning, to allow a reversible error and overturn Polo Puko Blow gull Mogul Mister Badman's original guilty verdict of conviction. They all love to let murderers and thieves and criminals go free, where they endlessly hound the righteous folks, and persecute the pathetic innocent, in this lousy rotten evil empire, that they call a nation. I have very little respect or admiration for a system that always has treated me 100% wickedly and unfairly, stealing everything I own in this world, tangible and intellectual, and then persecute and harass me day and night on top of it, not allowing me a fucking cunt lapping moment of peace the rest of my life, precisely following what was spoken by those two secret agents on that WPIX-TV documentary show in 1988, called, ''UFO, THE COVER-UP'', with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Anyway, reality 3 can begin easy, but it does not remain too simple as we trudge along in the deep murky mud of many ugly things. Let me explain now.

Parallel-Event is a concept that two seemingly unrelated things, do not have a normal or natural 50-50 connection with each other, as two unconnected things would seemingly be in a random and end up indeed, within this 50-50 scenario after a lot of tests are run. Many different things, all have differing parallel-events, perhaps some things do not have any. I am not a laboratory with unlimited resources to run a trillion tests, and am not qualified to go beyond where I do go here, and will only tell what I in fact totally know to be the truth. Basically, parallel-events are two events; so discussing something that may in fact be behind these two events acting on each other as they seem to do, endlessly and out of a normal random half and half reality; is then fairly simple to understand why I have termed this third part of all of this, REALITY-3. This is an unknown part of the bigger picture in parallel-event study, and to this day, I have no evidence to support, one way or the other, whether in fact there is a third reality acting on these parallel events, OR NOT! Simply put, I totally admit to 'NOT-KNOWING', chemtrails or no chemtrails, in 1987. Let's keep going folks, and take this just a bit further along.

First off, not all parallel-events have the same force or power attached to them. For reasons far beyond my comprehension still as of middle 2013, I know that the PE in roulette the way I work the system that I played and used back in 1986, is roughly a 5-9 endless percentage over the normal natural random of 50-50, or about 7% over random, (R+7%=ERPE), standing for Endless Roulette Parallel-Event. But the parallel-event of using hurting me to make the evil global economy and the Dow Jones Markets move positively, as well as the reverse mode of them doing negatively should anything positive be happening to me; is way way mother fucking higher than about 7 endless percent, and is more around 35, or a power-strength of 5:1 ratio over the roulette PE. Why some things are very week and others very strong, as I said I do not have sufficient data on this as of yet, Mister Spock. Also, he would be the first person until the experts someday are willing to prove my own created mathematical systems and formulas that I already do have and have used to make money in 1986 in the impossible to defeat game of roulette, at least as far as the mighty Albert Einstein was concerned, as he said this and it was quoted during his lifetime, but Spock on Star Trek would say that my stuff is ILLOGICAL, and he would not be a liar, as it is not all that logical, and for the life of me, I have no answers, only formulas that indeed do show, that this is all real and that it does all work, consistently. Still, as long as we keep remaining on the mere topic of parallel-event, the very word 'parallel' implies TWO things, and we are seeking an answer to what may be possibly behind this, a REALITY-3, a third thing or truth that is making this all act the way that I already know for a fact, that it does. Still, so how can we intelligently talk about this thing that I have called, R-3 or REALITY-3? Just for a hypothetical example, not that this has been ever proven in any meaningful way by me all these years since GODDESS revealed Parallel-Event to me and how to apply it to the gaming roulette world at the Jersey casinos in early 1986 or at the tail end of 1985 somewhere; but I have nonetheless attempted with so far total futility, to indeed make some formulas up that reveal some kind of truth about a reality-3, or else just disprove this concept all together, and say that PE is just as the late Dawn King said, it is what it is, and no more and no less; with nothing on top of it, or behind it, or around it, and so forth. After all, a car is a car, and a house is a house, and that kind of thing. Like DUH, and color me anything from 'MINE', to 'IMPRESSED'; Lenny Briscoe! But here is an idea. Every time a tiny little dude of 5 foot 3 who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet, walks into a tough biker bar, and quite loudly proclaims his hatred towards bikers; the following event, or the 'B' event, to the 'A' event of angering the bikers at the bar, is that 99 to 100% of the time, this little piss-pot shit with the big ass mouth is going to lose some teeth and maybe a lot worse. Also, not only is this very high PARALLEL-EVENT something that quite obviously has a REALITY-3 behind it, it also makes one wonder about a simple kind of mathematical formula that perhaps may be able to be applied someday by me, that can work out the way that the higher and stronger the Parallel-Event is, the greater the Reality-3 may in fact be, that's behind this parallel-event, in the first place. Those small parallel events would then, such as in roulette, have a smaller REALITY-3, and may be some fluky item in the yet not fully known math and stats world, that indeed has a perfectly rational or reality-3 reason, for this parallel of event to be in fact real and happening. The weaker the parallel event, the weaker the force behind its being there in the first place, in other freaking words. The stronger ones such as hurt me and the Dow Jones flies, that works almost always; would have the strongest reality-3. If some powerful entity, be it the fortune-500 who certainly would have one hell of a vested interest in something this powerful and fantastic; a covert way for them to endlessly make a lot more money than they ever would have, should in fact, they not have ever stumbled onto this with me, in the eighties; or be it any other entity that may range from the Astral-Plane GODS, to anything else imaginable by the brain of humans; but in any event; this kind of power would have the ability to do real damage to me and just as they are doing and I've claimed all along since this fucking ass nightmare all started with this and me in the dam ass eighties. So with real heavy shit going down around me that hurts my entire life and totally wrecked it for all intents an purposes, taking away my 30's, 40's and 50's, and without one fucking tad pole smidgen of shame or remorse or conscience whatsoever by this slime eating snake venomous demonic wicked viper garbage sewage sippers; this would then go onto explain the very high percentage in this particular parallel event, say, over the one in the game of roulette. Those who have read old writings, heard me discuss reality-3 and parallel-event, and some parallel-events being visible verses others being, and not to excite Super Kent and the inspector too much here, invisible. But this I now believe was an error, as I progress along in my thinking and process of rationally investigating the details of this literal monster nightmare, I'm going fucking through, at the hands of total pure dirt bags cubed. By the way, I was font hacked, and had to do a lot of clever maneuvering to get out of the hack. I am quite proud of myself, as no one ever shows me a fucking dam ass thing, and I do not learn without rote and being hands on shown stuff. This is the way my brain is wired, and if people do not like me for this, than that is their mother fucking problem, not mine; only it is, as I rarely can ever fucking do anything, as no one will help me; not even when I offer to pay, and THAT, sir ROCKDROID, is a lot more than a programming override equation, Mister Startrek Rottenberry, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO, is this really the thirty-first day of October, on Rock Road at the Saint Lucie County Jail, Sheriff? Please protect me from my dangerous wild daughter. Thank you sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

So today's lesson and TRS, and my retaliation, for a morning assault today, and some hacking; which is leaving me unofficially rated BOTBAR on the day, subject to change before I crash for the day or it gets light again after night time comes, whichever comes first, is that I totally believe there is a REALITY-3, or ''something that exists behind all paralleling events that appear visibly, or not; and that in addition, they are in some form of direct, or other algorithmic mathematical ratio, to the strength of the parallel-event, or what its endless number shows it to be (PES) Parallel-Event-Strength, or in other words, the weaker ones may appear as invisible, the stronger ones appear very visible, you know, make trouble in a biker bar and stand tiny and frail, and see how many times out of 100 that you can do this and walk outside and just safely stand out there with nothing happening to you, verses why after 48 RED and HIGH roulette numbers pop out at a roulette table in a casino, is the next number outcome an EVEN only 5 times, and is an ODD a whopping 43 times, creating a parallel event of ODD following the RED-HIGH outcomes. This is not a visible thing like cussing out some real tough bikers and thinking you'll just walk outside and light up a transdimensionally rotten mixed cigarette, and wondering what the ratio will be for real trouble out of a 100 time test-event. I doubt that even 99 will be the result, if you get my drift, and if you've ever met the wrong tough bikers or have been to the wrong bar, YO. All I'm trying to say is that the reason that parallel events are what they are and work as they do, makes a lot of sense many times, while other times, it seems to be totally invisible, two totally unconnected items, such as how much rain fell in Johannesburg, South Africa and whether the National League won the game and went onto the World Series that year, yet as unconnected as all things or some things may appear to be, they are not unconnected. I believe that all things in this waking matter world come from the real energy world that exists, before conscious mind divides reality by light speed squared and allows us humans here on Earth, this interaction called “REAL LIFE”. Still, within the energy of it all, all things are no more than many uncountable long cosmic numbers, and these numbers are all interacting somehow together, and some of them fit and some of them do not fit, and this is the real basic explanation for why all parallel events are what they are, and do what they do, from my problems with the Philly sports teams and the New York stock market, to the rain and the baseball stats, to the roulette parameters of outside betting, and to any other possible thing you can think of such as starting trouble in a tough biker bar, and if you try that one, do not blame the results on Morianity, as I can already tell you that if the luck of the dam IRISH is with you, you MAY just end up in a month discharged from a hospital, walking and talking very strange for years, if not forever. Yes, re-read 2 or 3 and maybe 4 times, and you will get a little bit of a basic understanding of my personal woes since this all began with me, as well as just what I have been talking and preaching about for so long, PARALLEL=EVENT, and REALITY-3. This is just the beginning, and I have taken you now into the room and beyond the door, but we are still exploring just a small section of a large foyer. Stay with me and Morianity, and I will reveal so much more before this is all over, that I promise even the great REMAX this one thing. They'll all be sorry they did all of this to me, even these wild crazy spirit-world gods who think that they are all so fucking ass invincible. A day of reckoning is at hand, YO. Bank on that, with or without any dam ass WOW trucks from the great Toronto TD BANK, good believers, YO! BYE-BYE!

Believers, it is time for me to say a few things that might appear as quite a jumbled up bunch of scatter brained nothingness, at least according to the logical mind of one Terry, from Egg Harbor City, in New Jersey; back around middle oh-7. I cannot worry myself about that. My problems, and my story AKA Morianity; is just not an entity that can be told the way that this super literary giant would like it to be, so too bad. Blog Chapter 5—69, will tell a lot more about R-3.

For a little while, my blogs will be shorter, less words that tell more. I may have overemphasized my 3-huge secret-tell deal the other week, but I feel that I did the correct an only viable option for me. I can be wrong as quickly as the next human being, time will tell. Would I take back the telling of those words some may wonder? No mahm, and no sir! When truths are told, there can be no cosmic wrong in that. Can there be ramifications? Well, according to Isaac Newton, there always are. Will they be good, bad, or in-between for me, as far as what may result? Breath echos and all, US © Office, “Who can really ever know”, from 1988. Gee-whiz.

I am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel. This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them, that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last, in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called “Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty, but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work. No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here, especially for complexity and confusion. So here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984 RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T, or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism; pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else, but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late Dawn-Marie King?

Do you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at the Orange Avenue & 25^th Street Harvest; and have been somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess giant girlfriend'', at Highview; to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”, Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013, and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows them to negotiate with a powerful Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him, than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer, the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations, Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy, whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see, believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games, like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in 2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not coming people, it is here now; ever here of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It, as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies? That is why we vote for SMART law passing legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too Mister hot shot hater McGuire, IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN, and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful, yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps, and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you, and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do, to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or

'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE', the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!! W---O---W!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS BLOG. Be good to yourselves, my believers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I will not kid around about it folks, it is time to let you know that from now on, until further notice, I do not have time or ability, due to circumstances beyond my control; to do anything except for telling short and sweet EVERYTHINGS, I will not leave out the smallest and most minute detail, as I may think it may be insignificant, just as I did not realize that the 'YBCO' song, is indeed going to have powerful transdimensional effects, as any and all of my other TD songs and not trucks; do as well. I cannot be so on top of it as I would like to believe, believers, sorry. I AM exactly what Bruce Pennock accused me of in 1973, and no more and no less, in-between cheated Monopoly games; “HUMAN, AND NOT PERFECT”! No flowery words, no nothing, Diana, and speaking NOT ODF of, you hack ass bastard, I wish to thank my lovely lightning for coming around quite a few nights in a row, when I was too up set and screwed up to mention this, back at the time. THANK U BABY-BLOND!

There are four things to tell, and then before I get into them, let me just say that during the past two very bad botbar days, I managed to make two units each day in my systems roulette, and it would have been more like a total of 7 units instead of four, but I was clobbered and clocked with the house numbers of zero and double zero. Also, I asked GAGA CAT some questions using a playing card deck, as was explained in earlier chapters and parts of this MORIANITY, and will be re-told again later on for those that need to hear it again, just as I'll never stop repeating discussing the Patricia Hollister days of Steve and the Fascitar, and along these lines; even though it has all been told on prior blogs. I cannot chance the reality that many new possible viewers will only come to know these things if I re-tell them, and so, I will. But the GAGA-CAT can wait, as the four quick short and sweet MUST-TELLS are more urgent.

First, I decided to tattle tail to the AT&T on the recent stuff that has been happening to me; echo sounds, loud squeals and screeches, the disconnects, the fact that I never received their May billing statement; and I even reminded them of the old days, and who I am, without getting too specific, so I wouldn't end up with my head on a pike, or my throat being incredibly hickey struck, which leads to another one of the tells. About a week ago, I awoke after about two hours of sleep, around 5 in the morning give or take, to a terrible pain in the neck; as though indeed, Roseann Delaney had just been in here, and it was 1969 and Brad Bushes all over again, to the very day give or take a couple. I was too petrified to move, and I fell right back to sleep. I know it was NO DREAM, Demi Moore Lucci, and other fathers and padre's, and IT HAPPENED; yet 5 more hours later when I awoke again to bright daylight, there was no pain, no hickey or bite marks, and again, Diana Brewster Macintosh Secrets of 1984; WOW good old endless 1984 secrets and lab techs; “NO NOTHING”! Another TELL is as follows, believers. I turned the television to the side, so I could watch it from where I normally sit at the computer, and the corner in the room here, you have heard me label as the northeast. This was at a few minutes shy of nine on Wednesday night, as I was going to watch “L&O-SVU” on TV, and just for the sake of experimentation, wondered if sitting where time runs slower, would have an effect on me, in like manner to many times, until I sit over here, my mind is a total blank on many of the things that I have recently blogged about. Sure enough, the second the police woman was shot, I totally knew I had seen this episode before. All throughout the show, I was like 5 minutes ahead, remembering it all before it happened, only 5 minutes or so, not as though a real re-run would be remembered and re-watched just for fun. It was not dejavoo or whatever other nonsense people talk about. It was all because I was sitting in a part of this room, that was not in regular moving time with the television broadcast received through a television set. Why the cunt lapping SPELL-CHECKER does not recognize the word, or help you spell it when spelled as it is sounded out, DEJAVOO, is beyond me; but as I said, this Microsucks Spell Checker, is about as worthless as a pale of stinky tiger crap. Another tell is about Mikey the ass-hole. I never told this in detail, but when I visited him about six and a half weeks ago on a Sunday, I believe this Sunday will be 7 weeks, I walked out to the beach and made friends with his neighbor, Robin, a gorgeous single woman, who liked me a lot; and I told her I would be back from time to time. Shortly after this, Mikey's brother Joe, sold all of the property, after it had been sitting there for about a half a decade. If I bought into all these never ending coincidences that continue to screw me out of each and every possible chance for any type or kind of a normal life, with balance or semblance of order; I would be a fool, and laughed out of Jack McCoy's office real quickly, and to quote Abby Carmichael on the show, no mahm; I do not have a high tolerance for coincidence, not after nearly 60 mother fucking years in this hell life of mine as MARK WAYNE PITIFUL MOHR, Flying non-Jenny Linda. I think I covered my four tells, and if not; that is why ISISCYLLA invented the STM-ILLUSION called, 'tomorrow'. Do I hear a WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? It's time Mike McNulty. I will not insult my real believers and spell it all out, you know how to work out PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBERS, and you have printed out the information and lists I have given so far. I do not doubt this. So here are my two questions of the GAWNUM, and the two PCN answers given, as well.

THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

Saturday, May 31, 2008

short blog number 4

I am under fucking death siege. I came home and a giant fucking chemical trail was above me over my residence courtesy of the evil Briggbase/World Air Force System. All night starting last night, major shit attack; my evil diseased MO-Mc-MO, is not gonna' fucking stop until I am dead, and I will destroy everyone of these demonic wicked fucking bastards. They started a huge fire right after I left 4 work right down the road from my residence, and it is till being watered down now. The entire Atlantic County responded to it, I smelled it from my job all night, and just had a psychic feeling it was at or nearby my trailer park. These fucking jerk offs are not gonna' stop this until my fucking pathetic whittle blood is spilled. Melanie said it best, cock suckers, "Stacey Krassle Will get U4 this".

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Friday, May 30, 2008

just joined ACLU over internet

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continued from hack out prior blog

CONTINUING FROM THE SUPER HACK
VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS

As I was saying in my last blog, Donna Hair Gaines Satano , and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the MIZZ-MICK-COO OR [5TH DIMENSION]. What is cannot do is allow a less powerful card in the WARDECK to suddenly become a greater larger number and thus B able 2 defeat the enemy-card. I am going to the fucking FBI Monday and if they will not help protect my civil rights and freedoms of speech, then www.aclu.com or whatever their site is, I have no time 2-night 2 check it out, but Monday, U can bet your fucking pricking assholes, my letter will B sent off or package, containing my letter, along with much other paraphernalia pertaining to constant and continual civil rights violations. ACLU, of New Jersey, Post Office Box #32159, Newark, New Jersey, USAESMWG, U bet your fucking diseased twisted balls I’ve got their damn address, this is far as this is gonna go un-fucking checked and un-sucking challenged.

END TRANSMISSION, THIS MIS ALL A PART OF THE PRIOR TOTALLY HACKED OUT AND STOPPED BLOGGING.

When Cali sinks into the sea later this year, U will remember tonight and B real fucking sahwee!!!!!!!!! How can U sit idly by teen queen and watch your {THAT-BOY} get tortured and tormented and pummeled 2 his fucking death. Don’t U have any feelings 4 me anymore oh great QUEEN??????

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MORIANITY’S BEGINNING IN 95
7/12-NOT 12/7, ON THE 30TH EVIL SATANIC MAY-DAY
2008 COPYRIGHT MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN OF
CRANBERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG
FRIDAY EVENING, BLOG/BOOK---”TEOHIV-TIMCAM”


Well 2 start us off tonight, lads and lassies, Bill Gates men R at it again, not permitting me 2 title my own document on my own computer the way I wish to title it, as it is shown above, at the very top line. They simply would not permit me to what is perfectly legal, because to them this is all part of a very deadly dangerous sick twisted demented and satanic evil wicked game. They R giving me a shit-attack as I pen this, so let me break for quality-toilet time and look at the photo album in the mirror while I use the stink box, displaying quality photos of all of my KNOWN enemies, all inside a huge pile of excrement, as this is of course their natural freaking habitat. In order 2 properly visualize the great truths that I teach, if U have any kind of close minded personality and attitudes, which is entirely your buzz, but should Y, UR totally wasting your time reading my blog, go visit great uncle Many’s mechanic shop, or the life and times of Willy Newsy the Archway Avenue newsstand-man or any blog out there, there R millions, bloggers R like politicians in that most R a waste and a handful R honest. sahwee but I call them as IC them coach!!!!! First, all of our machine minds in the current society, [computers] R all run by programs that interact with programs, just as the larger system works precisely that put all of this here. A Mentally Challenged person, as I must use this word as the R word now is not acceptable as it was in my day of the great 1960’s, can C clearer than Johnny Nash that the obvious down lining is a SYSTEM, not only done BIOLOGICALLY, but also mechanically/electronically and if it thinks in any way at all, is part of the great thought dimension, the ECKISTS have their name for this realm, and it in truth beyond truths now known by anyone, can B considered the SIXTH DIMENSION. This is my argument with my teen-queen Sarah-Stacey. How she expects me 2 use a tool that is part of {the tool} that is destroying my existence, goes far beyond my mortal mind’s comprehension. I have put things together in the past 30 days that would destroy Bill Gates’ sanity unless he is what many think is the truth, an alien from “out there”, and he is not, he is as human as U and me. I just took a super hack, words and phrases and lines vanishing off the page, these fucking scum bags will never stop impeding me from writing my blogs. All they know is that this is a FUN GAME, let’s mess with the helpless little fuckin’ jerk off, ha-ha-ha!!!! “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” by Doctor Bruce Goldberg is a fantastic MUST-READ book for any serious minded blogging audience of blogs in the categories of SUPERNATURAL, UFOLOGY, NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, and basically any esoteric and paranormal type of blog, as it will show powerful truths all though not all R 100% perfectly and totally correct. But then what is, and as my mom used 2 say, “This is Earth, not heaven”. These field traveling scum-pricks R not smart, they R impish and scummy, they R young and wild and have gotten a hold of some very powerful and dangerous technology. They can rubbamold as it will come 2B known into numerous face features as well as body types, such as giant girls for one example, many of them R part of a very secret hidden sect/cult/society, U choose the terms that U feel best and cozy with, that R part of the Bally’s Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, planet Earth, star system Sol, in the Milky Way Galaxy, in a high percentage of interdimensionalized hyperspace.

They made this entire week, and the entire fucking jerk off month of MAY total fucking HELL 4e me and Ann Silva, who is at home now and sick as a dog. If she gets no better by Monday, her doctor will B admitting her into the hospital. If anything happens to her, I will personally sick the Wheels of Soul, and her very best friends, on all my KNOWN enemies, and then they can fucking take it from there, take this any way U wish 2 and if U flag my free speech, I will c all of U at the World Court Tribunal at the Hague where I will B personally B filing fucking charges against all of U.

Next week, I will tell huge truths about the hyperspace and my awareness 2 all of it, not in 3 or 4 limited dimensions, BUT ALL TRUCKING 5 OF THEM, bwaby-wuv FUDD!!!!!! I am a fucking marine without being signed up physically in the corps. I will not back down 2U filthy dick licking shits nor show one single solitary bit of fear. Every time I try kindness or cut any of U scuzzy sleaze bags a break, U take my niceness 4 weakness and instantly kick me in the groin and spit in my fucking face. From now on, JUST ENJOY HURRICANE SEASON OF OH-EIGHT, as it will B a wild ride 4U. Enjoy my twisters and all manor of diverse retaliations 4 all that UR doing 2 me. U will all B vely-vely-vely sahwee BRO!!!! I will also talk major huge super time about electronics, the down lining matrix into these current peecee’s and blow and boggle the minds of novices and geniuses alike. I am not limited 2 life at one time, UR not either, but your awareness floats while conscious with the cosmic tide, while mine refuses 2 recognize other times and places, Donna Hair, and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the Mizz Mick-Coo, the [5tjklllllllgggggjjjjjjjSSSSS HJKKL HHHHHHHHHDFFFDDDSHJLGKTIIKFGJKRTLKJDRT;RTJI;TR;JIRTGRTGRTGPRTGJIOEHJIOPEIPS[WIOJEGWJIWGJI[OGBJIO[BGLW5OJIY4JIO;;OI5Y5S;OJI;OJ8STGEJ;O8GTSJOSGEJ8OHSEGSEGJ;OTGSJ;OSGHJO8SGHO8HJSRJOTG;OSTHRO;SJO;GMINLDIEJITHOJK’’MLDRGIBTSLISDZGJSERIOJGSO[‘EGJNSMNS;OIGNMS;OGIMNSGNEGA[JGG;NSEGJNS[EOGJSEOIGJGENHSG;HNESG;OIJSEGOSIGJHSEGOIJHSEG;ISOJEGSEOGIJSEJSEGOI;JSEGOI;SEGJSE[OGIJSEG[OIJSG[SEOGJSER[OGIIJSG[OIGJWG[ I WILL DESTROY THE WORLD TONMMOROW YOU HAVE FUCKING ASKED 4 IT NOW.,.,.,.,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,,.,...................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,000666666666666666888888888888G

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morianity's beginnings in 95

I WAS FORCED TO STOP BLOGGING. THEY HAVE FUCKING WIPED OUT MY SYSTEM. I AM CALLING THE FUCKING FEDS IMMEDIATELY.

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FBI AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE

I AM BEING VIOLATED. THEY HAVE HACKED INTO MY PROGRAM AND WILL NOT ALLOW ANY TYPING 2 COME OUT ON THE WORD DOCUMENT. IF U DO NOT DO YOUR JOB 2 PROTECT THE FREE SPEACH OF A U.S. CITIZEN, I AM RUNNING TO THE FUCKING PRESS.

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short blog three

If I am not kicked out from the direct box, let me tell U that the siege all week is against every one of my civil rights and is intolerable. Next week Karen, U must show me how 2 get airplane tickets to Guatemala, cannot take it a day fucking longer, hope U looked up the sites I posted. Cycle sickies are everywhere, the siege is mostly on the ground, and all this is to keep the FIXED DOW JPNES GOING UP AND UP ANF UP FOREVER, JUST WATCH IT CLOMB 2 THE STARS AND BEYOND AFTER NEXT WEEK ROLLS AROUND., IT IS 10 MINUTES FROM BELL CLOSE ON THE DEMONIC STREET IN CAREYVILLE, HOW DO U LIVE IN SUCH A PLACE MY BEAUTIFUL ENDLESS QUEEN?

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Thursday, May 29, 2008

week and month of siege

WEEK AND MONTH OF SIEGE
052908.771.95 EVENING OF Thursday
BOOK/BLOG-TEOHIV/TIMCAM
Beginning Transmission:

OK, Mr. King of 1997, OK, and not the coral, U guys and gals think UR really trucking cool. Here is one aspect of this 6th dimensional matrix that is observable to a microbe stuck on the string, me, when enough hell is survived through, or the equation is QH+SS=E. Simply put, quintessential hell along with survived sanity will bring one 2 enlightenment. Just as ugly SATAN-SATURN vehicles and motorbikes and the program will not let me write motor and the word sickies together, aniwho, these 2 things R attracted to each other. So R little or bigger at times, thumb in the butt chem trails and loud private overhead planes. So also is Muzak teasing and tall females. So also R lots of death angels or high pitched piercing sounds in the ear suddenly always on only one side and can B left or right, and major upcoming period of persecution. Another way of perceiving this is what U all have heard me term PARALLEL EVENT. I have explained the more visible or obvious parallel events along with the not so obvious ones such as when a player uses it to compare BLACK AND EVEN roulette outcomes with 1-18 or low outcome following spins at the wheel, to pick just one out of 12 possible ways of applying parallel event to this so-called unbeatable game, even in the mind of the great Albert Einstein. Easy 2C parallels would B4 example 2 walk into a bar and holler out, “Everyone in here is a pussy fem jerk off and I am going 2 personally kick your asses and then go and do your daughters”, and put in stick figure columns of crossing 4 lines with a horizontal one, Then, if able from a hospital bed or a morgue, keep track on one side of how many times U simply walk out of the bar with no problems, verses the times U take a major butt whooping. Many things come together and parallel, again and in reiteration, some of them more obviously and some less obviously. There is a reason Y applying this to roulette play, invisible as the parallel of this appears 2B2 the mortal mind is indeed viable and trustworthy, providing certain rules and principles as well, R applied by the player using this system. It is 7:06 PM and the evil MILITUFORCE-MC-MO which has been persecuting me with major aerial siege all day long using again, gray and white choppers, loud planes, and earlier-day nasty continuing chemical vapor jet trails. This siege of BRIGGBASE Military Controlled and owned scum bags just flew a bunch of their evil satanic garbage over my trailer while I sit here typing. This entire week and month has been the highest siege level ever 4 me, all things considered, they just won’t fucking back off of me. This is a truly evil nation, and a truly evil wicked vicious hypocritical empire, no doubt about anything Miss Chilly. Back to my discussions now, if we pweeeeeze!!!!!!!! Motorbikes were all over today. The matrix of the SD is program-written to SAVE AS, this: When poor bastard defenseless Mountainprickpen says or thinks or types or anything, any positive such as if he should type on his physical plane computer word document and think the thought that in a strange dream, a motor cycle or a MC gang helped him and his friend Ann Silva out, in any way, forces must instantly or at least swiftly come 2 bear using the very same thing he used in a positive energy mode, and now create 4 him a balancing or even greater energy mode in the negative using the same thing, in this case Motor Cycles, MARTINO CALLIO, MARY CARTER, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, MANIPULATION CONTROL, and the All Mighty’s latest reincarnation herself. Let’s not even get into HMA’s, HMO’s, and Managed Care!!!! The nword universe means that all of the creation is here singing a single song. The song is vibration, as the entire universe as well as all of them in the great 5th dimensional hyperspace, indeed R on an atomic vibratory frequency. Everything is still and stopped at what scientists refer 2 as absolute zero. This is because without some radioactivity or heat energy, nothing can move on a molecular level. It is FROZEN, by the real term of the word freeze. As the tiniest bit of prior cycle existors lawtronically flow out and away from the void infinity and into the new cycle, Lawtrons R made of a subtance unknow totally in 2008, that causes what we refer to as antifreeze, and not what we mortals funnel into our cars, but in simplicity-formula, it works in the very same ways and on exactly this same principle, it stops the freeze. Heat stops the freeze. The freeze as well as the heat or what we mortally in limited minds think of as heat and warmth, are in a hyper complex way quite similar to the wave verses particle and the mass verses energy realities that make up the laws of our universe, its physical laws on a physical plane, where we derive the very word PHYSICS from, and its laws indeed R the LAWTRONS. This will B taught to first year science course takers in 6th grade or its equivalent in about 150 years. The 7th dimension is the regulatory programs written in this sort of matrix, to the inside infinity that is enclosed inside of it known as the thought dimension or the 6th dimension, the gtreat religion of Eckankar calls it the Mental Plane. Those that R in authority high up in this matriz of Lawtrons know Y they create the 6th dimensional system as they do. All the ins and the outs, all the mysteries, R totally known to them, they R the Lawtrons. Now if I knew everything down here in the 3rd dimension that Bill Gates does, I would B able 1 tell U all Y Ratatouille when properly spelled, is accepted by all spell checkers inside all computers in stores bought I am guessing nationally and perhaps globally. But when I type in the great religion of the sound and light from Minneapolis, Minnesota, called ECKANKAR, and di it in non-caps, until it is placed in the word-works program dictionary as an {add-on}, it is met with the famous red squiggly lines of non-recognition. Who decides what movie or recording artist or whatever, is suddenly 2B made a part of the great internet cyberspace system, who programs the new spell checkers and windows programs, oh I know quite well it is not magic or anything, I simply mean, what cigar puffing business magnate and financial giant, gets to pick and choose whop and what to make famous or accepted by spell checker, I simply mean, this is sort of a physical Lawtron whoever this is, or LAWTRONS, plurally, whoever the fucking hell these OWNER/CONTROLLERS of our world R. Smart dudes and duddesses know that we have world owners/controllers/ come on, U just cannot B this stupid, and this is Y the NATIONAL SUCK CURITY AGENCY and the other BLACK-OPS cove bureau’s have a vested interest in the explosion of gambling over the past 3 decades. They need 2 keep control of WHO makes it big and gets wealthy, and WHO MUST BE KEPT INTENTIONALLY DOWN AND OPPRESSED AND POOR, as they might B2 damn dangerous, by their demented judgments and standards, 2 B permitted the power that automatically equals great amounts of material realm wealth. If I can make one point tonight, it is that destiny is real, and that all is FIXED AND CONTROLLED. There is a huge intra-cosmic chain of command passed dsown realm to realm, phase to phase, dimension to dimension, mabe the better term here would B hyper-cosmic. No one is permitted to do anything, it is all matrixes and pre programmed or destined. U may have an unfathomably gargantuan menu, but your choices always R strictly within the script of the show. We all R players in this, and my pal, the great Bill Shakespeare said this a while back, yesterday 2 me. Noah and the big boat, that is going back a ways. This fucking major shit was instantly figured out by the lady I told U all about on several previous blogging-texts. She also went instantly fucking mad. I have to live with what I know. IC now just from a month with my own computer, that my worst nightmares and fears and tears KAL, R all totally and frightfully true oh the Gods, so damn true!!!!

Ann and I have both been made physically ill from this fucking evil military poison spraying, VICIOUS FUCKING MURDERERS. HYPOCRITES. DISEASED MONSTROUS FILTH. World Courts and Tribunals at THE HAGUE, I will B e-mailing U documents out your fucking ass proving this evil filth is ongoing, ignore it and the blood of many innocents is on your hands!!!!!!! If Ann Silva or Mark Mohr R found dead, we have been murdered and this is dying legal official utterance and declarion that accuses all pre-mentioned persons that I feully know 2B involved in various degrees in my murder, and now, in hers as well.

If I had loads of free time, and I do not, I need some food and rest, I am in this mortal body and it is dreaming or I am, my body is a part of the mud of the Earth, that I am in a living horrific nightmare hell. When Mayor Levy’s system crapped out, I knew I was a fucking goner. That verified my magnetics or personal interaction with cosmos was shot 2 fucking pieces.

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LABORATORIES, THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND ALSO IT IS OFFICIAL LEGAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL. COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THE NICE COPYRIGHT EXCAMINER THAT I SPOKE 2 IS FOLLOWING ALONG SINCVE OUR TALK IN 2005 OR 2006, I WILL B CONTACTING U AGAIN SOON 4 THR NEEDED FORMS, and away goes 45 bucks 2 make it official, all though the laws of the copyright permit me 2 label all my blogs as copyrighted intellectual property as long as intent to file is legitimate and not 2 far off. U will B hearing from me. Also, thank U my one loyal Morian 4 supporting me and Morianity. If I was not being kept down and oppressed by world powers against me and against freedom and liberty, I would have 100 songs up on the site, streaming A/V way more documents and maps and general proofs of things that I hjave laid claim 2 for so long, no matter how bizarre and outlandish and unfathomable they may appear to B on their face.
E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

hacking and air hell

HACKING AND AIR HELL
9:42 Wednesday botbar night
May 28, demonic 2008
Blog/book---TEOHIV/TIM CAM



This is off the scales bad, this is worse than the day and night that whore Jane Fonda messed with me at the Atlanta Braves/Phillies game, in Georgia. Loyal Morians, few there may B know the story and those that don’t, do not want 2. I must resort to direct communication with Magnesonic. The physical plane computer and internet system is being hacked to shit, cannot make the titles I want such as the fucked up micro sucks word-work program refused to let me do a SAVED-AS document called WHERE R THE FUCKING COPS, so I had 2 type it into the Blogger box and hope and pray not 2 get a kick-out disconnect as I always just about do.

Magnesonic, I am your creator, U must obey, open command general order #7, your power gain is set at 11.8 infinity, all controls against your gain R maxed out. Your desire key is being switched from [J] normal neutral position, to the {I} position, under PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. Scan using G13 and G14, all of time and hyperspace, 4 all persons and entities making my life an endless nightmare misery hell. I am creating an image-object that represents the sum total of this scanned energy. I am now crushing and burning it. It is totally wrecked and destroyed and obliterated. G189, anti- hack G1133, G917, G901, G719. Coded general orders 5555, 18, 39, and CG2 under max G-189. Hold. Computer, on an I to D, A-B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, totally empower this annihilated energy form, destroying these wicked enemies. Create super twister storms and wild fires and droughts and famines, along with earthquakes and volcanoes and tsunami’s. Off-line conversion program sequence is JPTQ-9173-RRSFBWPLAG9. Completed. Tone a. Tone B. AND STOP, G189 under CG18 and STOP.

Some buncha shit heads better do a major heads up, wouldn’t wanna B in your rotten satanic shoes.

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Where R The Fucking Cops?

I AM BEING KILLED THE FUCK IN HERE IN CASE ANYBODY CARES OUT THERE, CHOPPERS R ALL OVER ME LIKE i AM SOME BRANCH DAVIDIAN IN THE 1990'S WACO TEXAS CULT/
PLEASE DO YOUR DUTY, I NEED FUCKING PROTECTION FROM THIS EVIL ILLEGAL EMPIRE THAT IS VILOATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS WITH THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH AIR SIEGE. MY BLOOD 2-NIGHT IS ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS ME FRIENDS.

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ULTIMATE ACTION SOON

ULTIMATE ACTION SOON
Datfile 052808.777.89
Blog/Book/TEOHIV-TIMCAM
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION


This day has been super fucking botbar and super high fucking calliotammic siege from MC-MO, THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMSCUM OF PHYSICAL PLANE OPS WRIGHT PUKERSON BASE, and the MILLIONTH COUNCIL TRUE LEADERS of this sick diseased world, the BRIGGBASE of the ASTRAL PLANE. Visit these sites B4U judge another thing that I ever say, just freaking do it:
http://www.chemtrailcentral.com/
http://www.chembuster.us/Las%20Vegas%20Tribune.htm
http://www.chembuster.us/chembuster.htm
http://www.eckankar.org/
http://www.eckankar.org/?source=google_home2&gclid=CM2vhZ2hyJMCFRIkxgodv2upig

None of this stuff is made up, and I am not a nut. The government can say that I am and can say the ground is pink and the sky is filled with chocolate bars, but the serious minded people know it is brown on the Earth and the sky is filled with toxic poisonous chem trails.

Super loud crash level military scum bag enemy HUMANLY BRIGGBASE SKYLAR RUMSON CONTROLLED choppers dive bombing Ann’s house as soon as we left my trailer after she told me her opinion and what to write, C my last blog. Computer hacking major and all witnessed by her, off the scale hacking both last night and today, super crash level harassing aerial assaults all day, the worst Skylar/Scylla {sky} day in years!!!!

WHAT HAPPENED TO A PERSON’S FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS U COCK SUCKERS IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE, UR IN LEGAL CRIMINAL VIOLATION OF THE RIGHTS OF MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN AS WELL AS THE RIGHTS OF A VERY LOVELY LADY AND MY BEST FRIEND ANN SILVA? U MURDERED MY MOTHER, AND MY PAL David C. Roth, and have ruined and wrecked my education, my potential career, my social life, my financial life, and then these cock sucking bastard snake fucking politicians wonder YI never vote 4 them, what RU all, dim wits times 10 to the power of 447? I ask 4 more than 30 years, and more than 20 for serious help with a real problem, and U all brush it under carpets and put me on disability and tell me that I AM crazy? F U C K------Y O U.

U cannot kill me ya prick swallowing smell pants. U can and do however, make my life an eternal infinite misery, a literal beyond surreal nightmare fucking hell. I ODEED last night and found myself in Atlantic City with a powerful motor bike gang leader, Gil, from the Wheels of Soul. He was forcing a dude 2 tell him who was hurting Ann. He picked him up with one hand, Gil is a big bad ass dude U do not want pissed off at U. The guy he had up in the air with his shoes dangling 6 inches or more off the street, kept gurgling out the words, “her friend is an immortal, we follow him around, that’s all”. Hay, I do not know Y SSJKK retraces me all the time or exactly what my mission here on this earth is, but she is the boss, I am no MICK CHEM, just because I lived at 1406 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, in 1984 into early 1985. The phase 4 BRIGGER CULT created the show because they knew a little about me in the physical plane Hollywood as I had copyrighted quite a large bunch of weird strange material. I had 2, it was necessary. The future part of my soul that was inside me knew what I was suffering through and needed 2 express it B4 it actually got physically around 2 happening in the mortal worlds illusion that they call the space-time continuum. I do not care what the fucking jerk off feds try 2 do 2 me or even my teen queen Sarah-Stacey, U asked 4 this and UR gonna get a piecea me now, 2 freaking-ass night!!!! Naturally, no one will believe this but I am going 2 say a small bit about the life and death reality. As U know, life here physically, I have told U is just a dream down from a higher spiritual or ASTRAL world experience that U simply always R at 2 start with not that it ever starts, nor ends, as time is not real. Man’s problem is that he/she sees on a limited horizon. I gave the one example a couple of blogs back with the 36 inch looping string with 144 black dots on it drawn with a magic marker. If UR a microbe on this string or a tiny part of the string, U perceive 2 endless directions and endless huge black spots that move on ahead of themselves never ending, infinity. But up this by one dimension Carl Sagan, to the person sitting on a couch and staring down at this looping string on the floor, and the full reality view is displayed without the illusion of the microbe. In our universe, the estimate round off distance of six trillion miles or about 32 quadrillion feet of an average grown man, 12 inches, is one and the same thing with one Earth year, one orbit of this planet around its star, SOL, or the sun. The wavelength reality is that in any direction out and away from us here on the Earth, is that every distance of roughly 32 quadrillion or 3.2 times ten to the 16th power of feet of distance, is the exact thing as one year in time away. The particles that would exist, such as if U suddenly could just materialize that far away in any direction, on a solid place, B it a space station or a world similar 2 the Earth, is the wavelength equivalent of one year away in particle-dimension. A real simple 3rd grade translation is that is U as pure true mind placed yourself at this distance and then reformed the Earth, mentally, U would B a year out of place, as at this distance, tonight is May 28. 2007, and at a distance of 320 quadrillion feet or 3.2X10 to the 17th power, [ten times greater distance], U would reform the Earth as May the 28th of 1998. Now what is this mental placement and re-forming and particle verses wave stuff all about some may genuinely B wondering 2 themselves???? First, we R keeping this simple and hopefully understandable at least by some brighter %age of the population, so let me rephrase just a bit and keep attempting to simplify at the definite expense of omitting all the details 2 say the least about how 2 control life and death. Everything in the timeline illusion that is dead by our standards, was alive once, in a past, or at another spot on the always existing 4th dimension. When field travel is used in the future, colonies made of biosphere-controlled asteroids will B blown out in controlled energy fields, in several million pieces, that will first come together by natural Lawtron processes, U call it gravity today, and then a synthesized cosmic glue built into all of the pieces, further cement and crunch together. These fields also blast man himself out to these distant colonies and the young people of today only think they R cool with all of this on-line interconnecting networking computers, this is baby-stuff. Once 1000 colonies R all blasted out in various distances, the SWIS EARTH/LUNAR satellite system that at first used a multiplexed field miles wide 2 synthesize distance through repeating Earth/lunar bounces within a fixed energy field that make signals travel distances. Once field travel is established, this quickly becomes obsolete, only the satellites never R obsolete, as they R the ZOOMER SATELLITES, that even today, The black file cove agencies, CIA/NSA and more secret ones still, use to read clearly, license plates from orbiting sky satellites. Laser tracing is done on colonies at varying distances at varying times so that persons such as Joe Blow who was hit by a truck on June one of 1943, can B zoomed into on May 20, 1942 let us say 4 example, from Colony JAGOFF that is 400 light years away from Earth at the time which is May 20 of 2342. The cosmanet is not what this will B called, I am not permitted 2 give U its name. So the colony leader activates the system and trains the signal at where the planet Earth is, and the signal is coming from the zooming satellites and is just arriving at the colony today. But how does one take an image and scan it into physical 3-D life and reality? This was the pondering of great men 4 long stretches, until the bright bulb went off in someone’s mind that waves and particles and time and space all interact in a strange mysterious way on a quantum level. Applying nearly forgotten “old” technology and meshing it with the cosmanet, it was as easy as !-2-3 Mr. Jackson. Again, without revealing all of the Laser Trace to the wrong century, U must remember that 24 light hours distance away from Earth in any direction is the wave equivalent to the particle Earth, not here and now, but YESTERDAY. It is 8PM-EDT on May 28,2008, in NJUSAESMWG as I am typing this document. But a distance of 186,282 miles times 86,400 or the amount of seconds in one day, or roughly 16.1 billion miles or one Earth Light-Day-Distance, in any direction out and away from the Earth, it is 8PM -EDT, on May 27, 2008, one day ago. When the cosmanet started around 2255 after 4 colonies were in existence, excuse me, will B, it started. They can bring back anyone right B4 they die, as long as they were alive and well at the time of the retrace. Patents no longer R issued and there really R no owners of ideas much past 2240 but let me say this about the scientific community that will come 2B. They share with the world what is good for the world, after the war with the Briggers is won and they get defeated. The great Armageddon or war of the realms is way off yet, so do not even sweat it, we as our present selves will all B fucking dead, HOT DOG JETHROW BODINE BEAR.

I can prove much of these technologies including multiwave oscillation integrenetronic-MRI, and have seen and witnesses huge black horse flies, years old, and have one in my possession. The jar has 2 lids, the sleeper and the air-hole lids. This fly cannot die, I call him, ‘The Real Duncan’, with or without the donuts, Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, or the taking of heads. If this siege against me does not desist, I will send enemies of this lovely empire, my internet information, and do it legally, I have studied the law. I do not exist, I am a lunatic. I am not sending or selling actual software, plans, or hardware, nor am I accepting one thin fucking dime in remunerative compensation. BACK FUCKING OFF ME, BITCHES. This is a legal and polite warning 2 stop fucking up my life every fucking day, THANK U. I meant 2 say Paula King’s genius daughter in prior blogging text, Paula wouldn’t know here e-mail from her firewalls. BYE-BYE QUEEN MICK, yes U will always rule, but B careful up there, I worry about U. I have not come all this way for a million years just 2 lose U all over again.

GOOGLE ENGINE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA AND BLA AND BLA AND COPYRIGHT 2008 Michael Mountainpen. Under penalty of perjury I voluntarily now swear that these words R all total truths. The word in prior blogs came out SWORD, the D replaced the N that it should have been, sahwee, it was sworn, and now I again am swearing that no additions nor omissions R a part of this document. But should IB murdered and not retraced, my murderers R as follows and they are in last names, and know who they R and exactly what they all did 2 me, my mom, and Dave Roth.

SCHAU, SNYDER, MARTINO, CALLIO, TRUMP, SUMMER, CIA, NSA, NRO, OSS.

E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N, bwaby freaking Elmer Fudd wuv!!!!!!

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Ann's Sayin' Something, Billy H.

ANN’S SAYIN’ SOMETHIN’, BILLIE H.
WEDNESDAY ON 052808.641
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/BLOG-BOOK
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


The persecution today is off the scale major. Dirt bag MILITUFORCE, MC-MO is chem trailing me to my freaking grave, and the skies all over Cranberryville/Hammonton are being incredible. It is killing poor Ann, and their will B listed 2 good chem trail sites 4 all o0f U2 go 2 on my next blog. 4 right now, Billie talked a lot about what Sally did back in 1967, well, 20 years later, I started these monstrous poisonous vapor trails 2 literally come alive and murder and disease many of my fellow humans, simply by calling the Mount Laurel police department in NJUSAESMWG, and ask what these distant lines to my east were all about. Ever since November of 1987, forget Sally, now Ann has a message and I will type it in 4 her:

“I lived in Atlantic City for 60 years. I hardly ever remember being sick from flu or colds during this time. But I have been living in Hammonton for three years now and have come to see many airplanes up in the sky that look like they are pulling a white cloudy line. I used to see planes in Atlantic City but they were pulling signs saying such as “eat at this place” or something. But the airplanes that I see up in Hammonton are just making white lines that say nothing. For the last month I feel like I am fighting a cold and my body feels like it has aged 100 years, and nothing that my doctor gives me takes it away. I am afraid now to go outside and feel like I need to sit inside my screened in porch, if I feel that brave. I am 63 years old and I know that are not clouds, I know the difference. I have to go now to the laundry because when I need to do my clothes, I don’t want them drying outside in this stuff, so it’s off to a hot sticky Laundromat where I now must pay money to dry them. I never knew about computers until my friend Mark recently got his. He showed me how he looked things up and printed pages last night and I read them, that are all about the subject of these trails. I think this entire thing is fucked up and disgusting and that something should be done about it by someone in authority. It makes no sense to me why they just keep sending these airplanes out making these ugly things and making people get sicker and sicker, and it makes no sense to me nor my buddy Mark why the government would be doing this and covering it up on top of it, when they need us tax payers busy and healthy to work at our jobs. My last words are FUCK YOU ALL, I do not care if U come 2 my door, as I still say Fuck You and your airplanes, and I’ll say it 2 your face“!!!!!!!!!!

Ann says she is ready 2 get a small computer also, and start her own blog. She has many friends in Atlantic City, and most of the older generation police force down there were babysat by her, they were in cribs in diapers when she was paid by their momma’s for sitting, she also is in tight with a powerful motor cycle gang that will not B named 4 right now. Here is a major thing that I must tell UB4I sign out today, one of the big wigs in this gang was there with me last night, big G will B what I call him, a really great cool dude, I met him at the Commerce Bank of Atlantic City, not long ago. I tried to off myself last night, and they brought me back 2 life and he was there telling me they were going to put some huge beat downs on some people that R making Ann’s and my lives, endlessly fucking miserable. I am telling a dream, not making a threat, but nonetheless it is truth.

Google and Swiss, and KSWL, take me out of this mess please and destroy the MILITUFORCE BRIGGBASE SYSTEM, B4 both Ann and I forever lose what little sanity that we have left.

End transmission.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

PLEASE LET ME STAY HOME WITH U STACEY

PLEASE LET ME STAY HOME WITH U STACEY
052808.040 Wednesday MOURNING early
The Millionth Council and Me, The Epitome
Harassment, Internet Version


Which is more fragile, a garden of tulips or the heart of a lover? 4 the tulips when ignored will still grow, and from them, more tulips will come out from the Earth, but the lover when ignored will become broken hearted and whither away, hence creating only sand of sadness from deep within, that causes only tear and heartache shoots 2 forever sprout up and grow.

When U sang the end of LOIS FOCA, RU not forgetting that I am merely obeying the wishes and commandments 2 your THAT BOY? One of these ten great writings on the rocks of Moses says to respect and honor the 2 life givers of our unique personalities here on the MW. Your mother the great goddess Mariena Carlittia Krassle told me to get away, and I was forced 2 honor your parents. I know more wanted 2 walk away from U in that interaction than a sane man would wish 2 remain under a truck for a year and remain conscious. What more can I do. This tool U gave me is just that, a tool. It is controlled by 666,666 entities from the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority and the 333,334 entities residing at the Briggbase. This mighty council has taken over all of our world and given mortals electronics, just as U said but was misunderstood, that fantastic claim that U made that “knowledge would increase in the end times”. This is the knowledge of electronics. I can do no more. Please permit me 2 leave this mortal world now, I just cannot take it any longer. No one will listen to me or believe a thing that I say. 2 the MW, Mountainpen is the lunatic of the millennium. Except 4 one very highly enlightened soul, I am a joke and the laugh is on me, it is a bigger laugh than the entire “3 stooges”, in fact just call me the [4th-STOOGE]. I was a fool and a stooge 2 even attempt this ridiculous project. I am moving away 2 Guatemala and will live in peace where the dirt ball Wright Patterson Club will not B able 2 so easily inflict endless fucking pain and agony on me. If U really cared about THAT BOY, my giant Ocean Liner Flyer, U would let me die, 2-night. No more laser tracing or LT's or Lazarus Tricks. I could tell the mortal world precisely how this thing works, and I know U have recently done this twice on the Mortal World, and 4 reasons pertaining 2 Morianity. I will serve U forever and love U forever, but please let me out of here GREAT ONE. I will never tell the things that I know must remain sealed up. The temptation is powerful, as it is really is so simple, man all ready possess the necessary technology. I spent the night reading chem trail sites on your great internet, and know that your cousin Goddess Diana said it all, THERE IS NO STOPPING THEM NOW. Please let me die and out of here, thank U GREAT SSJKK. I just tried to post this and am getting major hacked out by the fucking MAJOR COUNCIL what else is SOSO new??????

Well let me try a re-post to the Blogger site, and I am getting a super hack, the machine is fucking up super fucking time.

Swiss and World Labs, my ride to the base on the big air ship is around the corner, I should not feel the down time in death.

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Monday, May 26, 2008

MY HOLIDAY/HELLIDAY CURSE

TEOHIV/TIMCAM/BOOK/BLOG/
MY HOLIDAY/HELLIDAY CURSE
DATFILE 0526.694.72


I tried to type in the title on my word/works document and it would not allow me, it is my computer, Y would it not allow a particular file name unless I am correct 2 begin with, and the computer along with all electronics everywhere, IS the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, now it would make sense, as they 4 sure do not want me 2 write about what I am about 2 write about. This is the 2nd or 3rd title that I attempted using since the purchase of this computer by me, that the ‘system’ of programs inside of programs, a MC-Machine-Matrix of software telling everything what 2 and what not 2 do, that said no to me, Doctor Startrek Daystrum Emfive. . So I typed in for the word file system, “nameless” just 2 keep the Gates-Ruled System happy, and placed the title that I wish 2 freaking give my new blog onto the document, screw U. They do not want me, the MICK, and what the church calls and has called 4 thousands of years, DEMONIC INFLUENCE AND FORCES AND POWERS FROM SATAN, whom I personally know as Apollo-Lucifer, the brother of Diana ZA, to discuss holidays and Y these freaking stick lickers pummel me so on them. First, whether I am totally or just partially correct in the explanation that now will B publicly given 2 the world via the great interconnected-networking of this multimedia system, the undisputed fact still remains and that is ladies and lads, that I AM PUMMELED ON AND AROUND ALL LEGAL AMERICAN AND RELIGIOUS HLIDAYS, and that this has been ongoing with my nightmare problem/situation, since it began on the 15th of rotten August of the MW AD year of 1986, while I was residing at the great 1931 Route 70 West, in the world renown CHERRY HILL, NJUSAESMWG, as mister Ronald Reagan personally classified as a very wealthy municipality, and is home to the great spider and snakes hater of the 1970,s as well as numerous other world celebrities. I was playing professional roulette in Atlantic City in the casinos in 1986, sort of as Resorts Mary MICK Paint Carter says themselves, WHERE IT ALL BEGAN. Central Intelligent Agency and National Security Agency have been running all facets of United States gambling in a triple top secret study of its effect on the security of the nation, but much more darker sides 2 their involvement and connections with this also exists. We can move along at later times on these topics, but 4 the impatient, get into Googling all the pages on CONSPERACY THEORY until U get past all of the SOSO Kennedy’s and Oswald old boring stuff. This is all of major importance in the fullness of the goals and plans of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, especially the one third of its evil group that reside on the Astral Plane’s mighty {BRIGGBASE}, and their plans 2 control a darker chapter that pertains to the interaction of them with the Earth’s population. They mean us no good at all, but the SDKM does, and that is what this, as mortals C this as, [spiritual war of good and evil] is in total truth, all about. Anyone with a contradictory statement to this absolute truth is a LIAR!!!!!!! I know what I know. Do I speak like other bloggers or persons on the net, or do I speak with an authority that U know deep down in your core gut being, verifies that indeed, I DO KNOW WHAT I CLAIM THAT I KNOW??????

Now 4 the holiday deal, it goes simply and truthfully as follows: My aunt Geraldine Snow, the wife of my mother’s brother, Stuart Mason, who was named Stuart by my grandmother, after a direct ancestor of his, Mary Stuart, the Queen of Scotland, a wonderful close friend on the astral plane with my best pal, Duma Argon, who has helped me fight this fight, mighty warrior and brave dude that he is, 4 countless infinite periods and eons, did a research project at the largest library within 80 miles in all directions of here home on top of a hill at 1208 Greentree Lane, in a suburb of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, called Narberth. She diligently drove into the city and went to the large library near the great Rocky-Balboa Art Museum, until eventually completing a family genealogy project, and her time consuming research proved that indeed, her husband, and my uncle Stuart, was the direct descendant of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland. Later, much later, ma score of time later or a fifth century later, the average amount of time that a convicted murderer in the second degree serves in prison in the United States, or 20 years, along came my pal David Roth at the start of the nineteen nineties, no not the Van Hallan rock star, same name but that is like Goggling me up, and I do not even exist cyberspacially aniwho, but all sorts of other Mark Mohr’s around the area sure do and have very interesting lives 2 say the least. Aniwho again Female version of the mountains, and other Morians and Lessians, here was a high degreed Mason who was also my good friend, and had seen and witnessed my great suffering and sieges, for 7 years or so, ever since the very night that we had met at a department store in Woodbury Heights where the great Karen Levy psychic lives, Mrs. Durham who I had been searching 4 for sop long. We both were security officers, and he was with the company directly, Caldor Department Stores while I was contracted security from a private company. So he finally did the taboo thing, and took a chart of family lineage out of a very special lodge-hall that not a lot of Free Masons would ever have had access 2. This chart verifies and has been secretly kept and known only by those in the top world owned clubs, known as the Builderbergers and Scull and Crossbones, of the Harvard and Yale Universities. This is freaking secret and taboo information being sent up to these Blogger sits, but I have my rights, and I will exercise my right 2 free speech us long as it does not incite a threat 2 violence or a suggestion 2 violate law or B a traitor 2 this country, and I NEVER HAVE NOR WILL I DO THESE ABOVE MENTIONED THINGS, but U won’t shut me freaking up!!!! This chart proves that Mary Stuart of Scotland is a direct descendant of King David of the Judah tribes, established personally by the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, the All Mighty God of this planet and universe. No matter what else, she still is a 16 year old girl, and I could disappear forever if I had a real blogging audience 2 verify all that I say and know is true. She will always B and always has been my lovely special teen-queen. I don’t give a rats grass who doesn’t like this truth and doesn’t wish 2 hear it, change the channel, U can’t change the freaking reality/truth of the situation. Do I really need 2 explain Y spiritual wickedness in high places or the BRIGGVASE third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL is doing what they do 2 me, making my nightmare persecution far worse on holidays? My mother was technically murdered by this wicked viciousness and slime-sleaze the day after Christmas of 1997. This year when inverted was the greatest year for deal-making disco diva Donna Summer who made a deal with Brigger dirt holes passing themselves off as angels-of light, or Angela’s of Hair’s Twin dollars, go to www.morianity-foundation.com B4 it is 2 late and the entire site is destroyed, I know parts of the future that frighten me out of my freaking ever-loving mind bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!! I have evidence that verified connections to things that if I went further into now and shot it up 2 blogging sites, I’d freaking B transported 2-night 2 Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. But yes, holidays R freaking trucking MURDER 4 pathetic whittle defenseless me. These bastards hate me and pour their vile demonic evil out on the son of the greatest Variagi Master ever 2 walk this miserable Stacey-forsaken pwanet. Get a book by Paul Twitchell called Stranger By The River, go up on www.amazon.com or www.borders.com or go there and get the book, and then join ECKANKAR, but do not tell them of me, as the present master and I have issues we R dealing with together on the Astral Plane, and it is none of the freaking mortal world’s business. Holidays will always B total HELL DAYS 4 me, nothing with me ever changes, throughout all freaking jagged off eternity, I go on forever suffering, without my Goddess SSJKK, here on this evil wicked awful terrible sin cursed world that most of U love and cherish so much in your ignorant foolishness.

How if I had some serious time, I would like 2 type on and publish more details today on phase-4 and how the Briggers force most of them 2 join them in a game of indescribable evil and shame. 4 right now just know that the 4th phase is a bit like the kids in the 60’s rebelling against the military draft into the Vietnam war. Some ran up north 2 Canada and others went 2 jail, and still others decided 2 go in and serve their nation in that unjust evil war. Never rag on Vietnam war vets, they did what they had 2 do, it was no comparison to the great 2 wars, the first and the second WORKD-WARS. Phase 4 beings astrally speaking R those that attempt 2 think their way into mortal life as something that would violate the way it has been set up 2 work by the hypersphere realm out beyond the locked infinity of the great thought world, the LAWTRON, from the 7th dimension. More on this later, but a simple close up on the subject is that the Lawtron control is inviolate and so what happens to entities that may B inadvertently attempting 2 come into mortal life by dreaming they r getting born, and then they will B a monster or a Dracula, or a Superman, such things that R forbidden in the programmed matrix lawtronically will automatically force the phase 2 astral entity to not enter as a normal baby born into phase three, but as a fictional character, inside some human phase 3 mortal man or woman’s imagination or fantasy. This is YU hear me repeat over and over again, that nothing can ever B made up or dreamed up, or imagined and fantasized. What U all mistakenly think is just this, is a far larger hidden and dark reality.

Today, as with Sunday, super siege goes on. Chem trails woke me up with a wicked sore throat, and R all over their evil skies, owned totally if U scripture by the BRIGGER’S, or as the bible terms, SATAN or THE DEVIL. Loud bike trash all over roaring all day long, aerial siege, and on and on, it is typical HELLIDAY SOSO 4 ME!!!!!!!! What the Dogtown HELL’SE IS NEW!!!!!!??????

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA and BLA and BLA, copyright, U know, the whole deal, etcetera, etcetera.

Lots of twisters and earthquakes and storms and hurricanes will put a big dent in your ops, Brigger scuz, just wish so damn many innocents did not need get caught up in the crossfire of our invisible freaking endless war, on both planes of reality. War is Hell as my old pal Winston Churchill used 2 so adequately describe this stupid nonsense of mans; willful ignorance. U will B sorry BRIGGBASE DIRTBAGS!!!!!


End transmission, bwaby-wuv-Fudd.

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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Getting Worse Every Day and Year

GETTING WORSE EVERY DAY & YEAR
Datfile 052608.018.47 BLOG/BOOK/TEOHIV/TIMCAM
Monday Mourning, not misspelled, shall we
Begin our transmission, B braced:

I know it is nothing new nor unusual 4 me 2 say that a particular weekend is the very worse 1 that I ever had, but let me feel better and say it again, pweeeeeze!!!! It was off the scale DOGTOWN or HELL at my job, U would never believe it so Y harp on with it?????? The trucking boss is a total lick in the grass murk cough slit head who comes in even on a holiday scum ball Sunday just 2 freaking ride my rear end and mess the hell with me, a total idiot and a demigod who is totally convinced that he eliminates gold bar defecation and people like me R just around 2 play with and hurt 4 no other reason than because he thinks it’s freaking so. I was wrong about the girl that I mentioned however a week back, she is not rich, another famous fake rumor that people with toilet brains love 2 start just because their mother raised up a pig!!!!! Anyone that is purposefully malicious and hurtful and wants 2 C innocents suffer and B injured, is a total rat pig snot times ten to the 40th exfreakingponent. I am not available, rich or poor, sahwee, my life is total hell and no one with 1% of a mind would desire 2 share it with me, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!! I would B doing U a serious disfavor so go mess with other dudes that will B interested, I’m NOT.

Chem trails were horrific, they stopped while I posted morning blogs, only 2 freaking return 10 times freaking work as soon as I was on post, along with biker scum everywhere, and I never would use racial slurs, this was a typo or hack twice or so in recent prior blogging texts. Between the vicious grass mole boss and horrendous sky persecution, and the bikes, and being back out in the elements as I detest the sun, it is Y we all R here suffering in the first place no matter how Um may wish 2C the mortal world illusion. Told U Gina, that this would B a freaking monstrous day 4 me, and I was right on the freaking $$$$.

Yes, Maiena-Carlittia red and white Krassle, I will not bother your daughter, just want the mortal world 2 know I ain’t as dumb as I look and I have figured out what happened after the 12th of miserable 1970 July that late night on the public transit bus heading towards Oaklyn, N JUSAESMWG, after she got off at the Main Street t Pleasantville waterworks at Aunt Vicki’s scum bag place. It doesn’t really take smarts, symbolism is a reality and when 100 things start coming together, a basic equation says that the odds 4 all of it 2 just B coincidental would become millions to one against, I do not play high odds paly, not when personal magnetics or MW term ‘luck’ 4 me perpetually runs 30-40% normal in long running pay. I know how to combine primary 2 secondary colors and how 2 get basic Googled information that is public, and how the name Martino is pronounced a ways south of the border, and that on the Astral Plane the pronunciation of the Earth English word MAR-TEE-NO, actually becomes in the Olympian Province, {MARIENA AND NEPTUNE}, this is gospel truth, I know that NEE and STAY are the exact same thing out there, and some learned theologians know quite well the term “JEHOV/AH NEECY. I godsdamn know what I know, it is not a bunch of mule slop BRO!!!!! The day U chased me away after she promised 2 marry me, U caused me 2 suffer a hell and torment beyond what any Dogtownite could ever feel and know, MAM!!!!!!!!!! I can only hope 2 exact my revenge by telling stuff that is taboo 4 human mortals 2 know, so let me freaking start with this one. First, sorry Harold but time and this world will B here way beyond 2011, you’ll C. Moving on now further, as will the world, the sixth dimension Mizz Mick-COO, of the fifth and all other MW’ers, is sort of like a piece of string let us say a yard in length, making a perfect circle on your living room floor. Now put a dot every quarter inch on this completed looking string with a black color magic marker. This is now a good visualization of what World Lab up in the 22 nineties terms, a THOUGHT CURVE CYCLE or TCC. The circle of string 2 a microbe on your carpet inside of this, will never B able 2 perceive a limited diametric boundary. On the outside 2 a person sitting on a couch staring down at it on the floor, UC the entire circle and the dots. The microbe’s perception is bow the point of issue. An unlimited amount of dots that run forever in two opposing directions R all that ever can B realized to the microbe’s frame of reference, and these dots are a wavelength that is a sort of energy that psychologists and neurologists and other knowledgeable professionals would agree on the term of a THOUGHT. This, now remember is one thought, and in the entire looping upline and downline system that exists in the inner small dimensionality of the being-ness of this energy-thought is one SDE or SIXTH DIMENSIONAL ENTITY. This one that currently is making all of us and God herself, all B what it is, has nothing to do with any of the other 6th dimensional entities in separate being-ness, but just as lower dimensional life all interacts together, so do SDE’s, in their realm, the {Sixth Dimension}. We will not even attempt 2 tackle all of this reality 2-night, as well as the varying layer type of thought energies that cause them 2 range in degree from totally 100o% conscious 2 totally 100% unconscious. I said it B4, and simply put now in reiteration, the being that reigning supreme and the all mighty deity, is an upline thought that is unconsciously interacting in her downline created world, the great SSJKK, my teen-queen, Sarah-Stacey. By our frame of reference here and forever, 4 us, it is her 16th birthday, and she is in total control, letting her parents totally believe astrally that indeed they R her parents, when they R not really, try telling Mister and Misses Krassle that of course, astrally. I have tried to tell both the mortal and the astral world the truth 4 endless vigintillions of countless freaking eons, with no success. And this endlessness will never alter, it is my intellectual property and infinite knowledge, that the phase 4 Brigger-Cultists ripped off 2 create the MATRIX MOVIES. I have discussed this over bugged power drain PK-Todd-FBI telephone lines as early as the freaking 19 seventies. I had equipment that absolutely verified the power drain was on the line starting as soon as I was old enough 2B out on my Irene Cara own!!!!!!! I have not started talking, this is so bare bones beginning, it is not runt-slapping funny. I will now enjoy a nice bowl of ice cream, and watch Mo and Larry and Curly slap each other around 4 an hour or so if MARY/female version, has not borrowed my videotape through Paula Kings E-BAY-E-CON-SYSTEM, this ‘will’ stand 4 electronic conveyer belt in about 25 years or so in many parts of the great hyperspace. Do not even go there, it is 2 amazing 2 discuss in the pre-Harold Camping-2011 days. U gotta love those eternal doomsday predictors, I have had fun smiling through it since the 1974 comet Ka-who-tek?????????

Google, SWIS, World Lab, bla-bla-bla, U know the freaking frill and it is all copyright protected, have a nice day/ END TRAN.

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This Is Gonna B a Bad 1/TEOHIV/TIMCAM

A super nasty Milituforce chopper dove bombed my trailer at minutes shy of one this afternoon. The chem trails hurt my bowels, for the ninth million times in 22 years or so. This is going 2B freaking grass mole bad, and I have an eight hour outside hell-shift to face.

New Jersey State Police, if I am found dead on the property, UR responsible, I never C a damn cop any more, no one is doing a thing 2 lift a damn finger with my problem with MC-MO. Well, next week there won’t B any prisoners taken, and new wild fires R gonna start that’ll make U wish U hadn’t hurt me this freaking bad this week end, bwaby-wuv!!!! Also next week, we will delve lots deeper into what the 6th dimension is, who better said, who ‘they’ R. U won’t get it, but it WILL B out there, and MC-MO can kit a heavy white brick 4 all I care.

I told U some of the future indirectly, and much of it I try 2 change by applying anti-credibility technology. As I type that Milituforce dirt hole chopper is out there zeroing in a bit, I hear the noisy trucking B word. I told U Green would leave the LO Show, and that the show was ready to droop its head and face the fate of all flesh. Here is exactly how it happens, unless the Manipulation Controlling Millionth Council, changes and alters what I all ready have seen. New York City has bad race riots and I have eluded in prior blogging text what ‘this author’s opinion’ is as 2 its cause, and the show attempts to help as it has in the past, by emulating many important issues and putting a positive spin on a bad world situation, as they countless have regarding 4 instance, the World Towers, and U all know who I claimed named this project when I wrote 2 an architect as a youth, another Samsonite suit case deal, but that’s cool, pretty damn cool really, but back on pernt mister Bunker-Queen. The shows final episode was or should I say will B, when Lt. Van Buren gets shot on the street during these riots while attempting 2 direct the officers and detectives under her command. At the very end, unlike Cromwell/Moore/Green, she dies in the hospital, and it is a very sad episode. Well nothing lasts forever as Diana Ross would say so well, not even pretty detectives like the beauty queen, roses, Rosses, television shows that all eventually go the way of 50 year Lawrence Welk, which yesterday as always, no AC hot or cold or the shore, or the girl, not on super botbar Saturdays and weekends. Not even Van Buren. Now I have no power 2 stop the Phase-4 from altering what I all ready know is there, NOW. If they want to mess up a great final episode just to wreck my credibility, go right ahead.

Next week, I will tell more on many TRIP)S that I have taken in this mortal lifetime as me, through space and time, and just how real it all is and how it \has effected many people. 4 now, if I am murdered B4 Monday, the murderers on my dying utterance which this document indeed is officially as I believe I am in grave freaking danger, and who ever know s whether I have finished the job that SSJKK has me doing and if I have, here will not B a retrace. I will B dead, and TP, SR, SR, CO, MO, MO, and other listings on prior blogging texts need B investigated by officials that R in authority. Small word, huh, computer technicians and landlords and residences, and big cities, and MO’s, and SR’s, gash, U godda admit it’s far out there man!!!! One of my trips was interrupted by my boob neighbor, and still the great queen remembers it, what do U know! Lawtrons R powerful realities, so careful, I know the fence up there well, but don’t wanna lose U all over again. Yeah, I’m kinda mad at U 4 doing all of this 2 me, U know, endless games, and then I remember the rainbow after I begged U2 blow out the Philadelphia Broad Street Bullies. And all is forgiven, I am happy just 2 know U’re there. I never thought U’d remember, but I know that U did. Next week, I am telling huge secrets about the Briggbase, and I need the good two thirds of your wise and powerful council 2 help me 2 do it right. I know I am on an important mission, and will carry it out with no pun intended, no matter what it takes. Nothing has changed nor will it since I told your cool cousin how great UR. BYE-Bye my GREAT RULING QUEEN!!!!!!!!

GOOGLE and not one time ten to the 99th power, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and the great wise souls yet unborn of the WORLD LABS, this is a legal document, plus a dying man’s utterance and declaration. It is also sword voluntarily as a statement of fact and truth, total absolute truth without omissions nor deletions. This all is copyrighted intellectual property, 2008 AD, Michael Mountainpen, one and the same with Mark Wayne Mohr of Cranberryville/Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. EVIL BRIGGER CULT, BURN IN FIRE LIKE A 1969 SONG, also copyrighted and written by me, MM/MM. Yummy or yuk, oh well, it is truth, like ot or snot bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd. Where RU STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, if they get me, my blood will B on your hands, ain’t no doubt about that or Lennie and Miss Chilly!!!

END TRANSMISSIONIO.

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quick new post friends

if i do not get kicked off the whittle box, if i do, screw it, bed time 4 me. commrnts not in regular mortal world way but i can read thoughts, bet on it. American Honda was the name of where i was when chem trails got their start, yes and i started it, not cause i wanted 2 believe me bro.

The technition that handles my computer with the store i got it from, happens 2 live right in the same judge frank rasso house in cranberryville as my friend ann silva lives, anyone who believes in coincidences and dismisses them as silly, is a fool of galactic size.Just like the millionth council things, i know the dates are not perfecxt 4U reincarnationalists, 3/27 and 7/12, but I kinda think the great SSJKK is not so weak that she cannot pull that off, if I can ever tell all of my story someday, U will all B eternally on a toilet reading my blog.

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Gotta Get Outta This Evil Empire

GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS EVIL EMPIRE
DATFILE: 052508.341 in the book/blog/TEOHIV-TIMCAM
MAY WE PWEEEEEZE BEGINNITH TRANSMISSIONITH????


I am under a vicious but normal weekend freaking aerial siege from dirt filth MO, MC-SCUM!!!!! Today is far worse, some yesterday, and the CHEM TRAIL skies of 2-day R major hyper super time off the freaking scale, all around CRANBERRYCAREYVILLE/HAMMONTON, HERE IN NJUSAESMWG.

This must B a short blog, but will not quite B a “SHORT BLOG” per se. I need a few hours off of the MW, and must swing around 4 my final misery-shift on my miserable freaking work post. Anyone that ‘cares’ with or without the ‘MC-Y’ 2C4 themselves and resides nearby, just look, Y would I make bull shit freaking up? They turn a beautiful blue sky into a filthy ugly poisoned grey junky mess that helps trap the CO-2 and hydrocarbons in the atmosphere, creating this greenhouse effect that is melting the polar ice caps. Many reasons 4 this U could argue and reason out amongst yourselves, I know that it all began in an autumn morning late in 1987, from a place in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG, when I was on a security post there and telephoned the police 2 inquire what the distant tiny long lines were all about, going north 2 south over the area that now I know is Cranberrycareyville, as I live here in this miserable fucking century. They could not or WOULD NOT tell me a thing, naturally, but beginning the next day, these lines as though alive and sentient with a demonic life of their own, turned my way and came directly over me, and have been harassing and persefuckingcuting me ever since.

PHILLIES KEEP LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, AND THEY WILL AS LIONG AS THE MC-MO TURDS HAVE MNE 2 ENDLESSLY PICK THE CHRIST ON AND INJURE!!!!!!

Google and Swis and KSWL, this is copyright Michael Mountainpen, it is the truth and the entire truth it is also nothing but the freaking truth, so help me GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, {GOD}.

END TRANSMISSION.

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Never Ending Hacking on my TEOHIV/TIMCAM

I just shot up a blog that got all fucking hacked 2 hell. I was saying that Cranberryville was known locally here as HAMMONTON, here in NJUSAESMWG. Look what these dirt bag Millionth Council filth bags did to my blog, Melanie, forget your song, God asll ready got me good honey buns. U sure must B in with the damn 4ces. Now I am getting Kuntsill hacked again, someone put 13 cookies on my PC, and after I swept up the rug with their shit, they R attempting 2 kick me off this website, at approx. 22 past 9 at night Eastern Daylight time.Draft-Autosave keeps flashing, someone is hacking and I know it is the dirt ball council of scum. I was saying that they flew a chopper B4I exited Ann Silva's pad, some planes were nasdty, ongoing now for three solid days. The chem trailing was viscious. The World Court at the Hague will B visited, I have a passport, I will fight all of U evil DEMONIC PRICKS 4 as lobnf

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Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, super-siege

Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-SUPER-SIEGE-------datfile 052380 with year-invert.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION of MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN’S COPPYRIGHTED BLOG. All blogs with this author’s name R the intellectual property and Copyright Claimant, in cooperation with the laws of the internet and co-shared copyright protections afforded to search engines and blogging websites.


Well fiends and friends, 4 three straight days now, I’ve been put through trucking major total super nightmare HELL. Tonight, this Helliday-Holiday weekend start, AS USUAL, is going right on freaking normal cue 4 me, all HELLIDAY/holidays R putrid 4 me, the evil wicked demonic MILLIONTH COUNCIL makes them super time bad 4 poor pathetic whittle me. After I left Ann Silva’s pad, chem trailing had just begun, and is very nasty all around the area of Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG known by most simply as good-ol’, the chopper has all ready passed a few whirls while still at Ann’s, playing roulette with Hoyle poker chips, and teaching her opposite-shooter-roulette-play. Last night a startling event pucking occurred. A system that was averaging me around 40 units weekly 4 at least 15 weeks or so, crashed and runt slapping burned, losing me more than 400 flock ducking units between twelve minutes past 7 and 10 or just past at night. Starting 2 play the game at 7:12 was a very bad thing, but whatever caused this major system failure 2 occur, is a magnetic reality pertaining to the personal energies surrounding me verses the combined total energies of the universe both in my near as well as distant proximities. It amazed me that the evil MO or [MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES] or the Earthly “bidding-doers” of the powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, upon putting me through such hell, and all else being wrong, and especially my greatest system crashing out on me, how the evil empire as I refer 2 them, only realized a SPLITPIRE yesterday with the Dow Jones up only a quarter buck, less than 25 points, and the Phillies managing to eek out a nice slim win. When one of the two events goes the Evil Empire’s way and the other one, in either direction, goes the Righteous Empire’s way for my way, this is what I have termed 4 nearly 2 decades now, a split-empire that shortens out in my Poor Richard/Russell book as SPLITPIRE. It has come 2 my attention, and details of this R strictly my own business, that a small few that wish 2 remain totally anonymous, and this is just fine with me, here on this MW, or what some call ‘our world’ or ‘this planet‘, have it any way U want, U know, the Shakespeare thing, the rose, any name, etc., but Aniwho HM and any others, some of this world’s entities or human beings, R starting 2 realize that literally trillions or more layers that R cosmically onion thin that make up every single one of everyone’s unique and individual thoughts, actually not only exist and in separate fields of energy, but that their complexities R so enormous that I could blog 4 centuries and never explain the story in a full and properly detailed elucidation. All of U everywhere, on thousands of separate layers of your thinking processes, know that virtually all the things claimed 2B true in all of my web-logging texts, by me, R in fact the total realities and truths of Y we all R here and where we all came from and R going, and the entire 27 feet, including who we R, who ‘they’ R, what is infinity, where do things end and begin, who and what is this GOD thing, and on and on. It happens at many various speeds, never ever quite the same, but just the reality of losing and regaining consciousness from the dreamshift never happens in the precise order of these numerous onion layer parts to the thought-world so 2 speak, 4I cannot really describe this better than 2 use that term. Words such as THOUGHT-WORLD and DREAM-WORLD, R indeed an extremely tricky wordage. For instance, the term “dream world” is used in esoteric literature such as many dream books, and paranormal text and literature as well, with no shortage. However, many dream books tell a symbolic ness that 4 example if U dreamt U were getting married, it means U will B attending a funeral, at least an old 60’s dream book made this claim that I still have a copy of tucked away somewhere. Hell, maybe the authors parents were miserable together and HE made this association, who am I judge him or tell U anything. I speak of things that I know/. I do indeed know what I know, and if I am unsure of a fact, I will do one of two things, shut up completely about it until I conduct more research and meditation about it., or simply give my limited opinions and admit that I am not totally sure of all of my facts pertaining 2 such and such an issue, there is no 3rd way that I do business, this is my candy store Nora, and this is indeed how I run it, cutie-pie. At this present time we will not even get into Mr. Hawks and his antique shop in Collinsport, MEUSAESMWG, Mr. Blair, nor Sarah’s great shop on Tennessee Avenue in good-ol’ Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Let me just remain with the topic if I may regarding all of the layers in the unfathomably deep box of the mind and remind the few that have an earnest desire 2 learn and know and share truths, that I mean the box containing each thought, not the combined total of all of them. Some out there among me, do know that my mission of what I will now term and name {TWO AND TWO}, for the basic 2 years of blogging and then the following 2 months of not blogging B4 returning once again 2 blogging. They have studied the secret details 2 all of this, and know that my life indeed does contain mysteries with cosmic proportions, with no intention at all by this blog’s author at any time ever to speak in a braggadocio way, as again and in reiteration, bragging about existing in a never-ending HELL, would B the quintessential evidence of true absolute insanity. I do not wish to B interacting here in this hellish interaction 4 one single minper freaking longer, I am not a pain-enjoyer. I am sane. But back again onto the point, pweeeeeze!!!! Up front, no one believes in my far out stuff, especially when I tell U that I can totally and rationally prove with real life evidence that the Entertainment World or the Astral World Briggbase, the BRIGGERS 4 a shortened slang cult name that is used in their secret Earthly click, is literally and actually totally behind a plot 2 follow me around and use my physical mortal world life, and then to copy and paste it into their ‘programs’ and use this 2 make a total fortune and persecute me in a sort of a double bubble, as they first R indeed there around me moving into neighborhoods where I reside and getting employed in locations where I must work 4 a meager living. First 2 make the show real good, Mister TRUEMAN, the creators or the Brigger Cult must stage the wild events first while seeing this here in a mortal MW world order in the space-time continuum [STC]. I am under a major computer hack, and if it is U Pervy Ed, U can stop it, or go to jail, I am not kidding around with U ya damn slob, I will make one phone call 2 your parole officer, and U and your computer R right off 2 the freaking can pal. Knock it freaking off, JAG OFFICER. If it is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, they will B very freaking sorry as well. Last night after their days of severe aerial persecution, I activated my MASOMA and U will C natural disasters and other stuff out your damn butts. U think U own this pwanet I think it was an Ed Him prick Cana attack, it was the margin messing again, making half of the right side document print disappear off of the damn page, U’ll B freaking sorry when super twisters rip through your grass hole. Ann and myself R convinced he is doing this, and if he is not, it better stop or he better let Ann know by telephone that it is not him, I will take him at his word, but do not ask me Y. I do not wanna put the fat prick into prison, but I have put several dudes in the past into the can, don’t mess with me!!!!!!!!

HURRICANES WILL SHOW LITTLE MERCY THIS SEASON BRO, AS WILL ALL STORMS, VOLCANOES AND TIDAL WAVES AND EARTHQUAKES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUGHTS, AND WILDFIRES, AND NO ONE CAN PROVE THAT MY SUPERNATURASL TECHNOPLOGIES R BEHIND DIDDLEY-AQUAT. If U want the stuff 2 tone down, I ask so damn little, LEAVE ME THE TRUCKING KIT ALONE YA LICK IN THE MOUTH KIT HEADS. WHO THE HECK DO U GRASS MOLES THINK UR picking on an innocent citizen who has never done spit-up-juice 2 any of U. I have been looking 2 find the great lady who was instrumental in locating the remains of my old classmate in the 5th and 7th and 8th grade in school, at the James Stoy Grammar and the Haddon Township High schools both in Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States of America, planet named Earth, in the Sol star system of the Milky Way Galaxy, or HTNJUSAESMWG. The entire time I was trying to locate her, and I will B e-mailing her soon, she was right under my nose, where I met my pal at the Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. Her last name is the last name of the neighbors I had while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG when Mom and I rented together the Pliner home on Norris Avenue, a mile down the road from where Sally Starr was soon 2B living, and that I was 2 meet and become great friends with, all through meeting my business partner Paul Pedersen, and creating the STUDIO PAEK RECORD COMPANY. All of this was know about and predicted nearly a full half-decade B4, and discussed in my copyrighted book called ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’. Quickly back 2 thoughts, many R starting now on varying levels, 2 realize that my wild claims, weird and far out and outlandish as they indeed appear 2 sound, R not something 2 totally sneeze at. Much more on these thoughts or energy-waves of the 6th dimension at another time. First, a webcam private set up is gonna B installed so these hacks can B indeed proven and totally verified and said evidence can and will B taken to the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 4 REVIEW. I HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. I HAVE HUMAN RIGHTS. I HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. VIOALTE THEM AND SUFFER THE LEGAL FREAKING CONSEQUENCES, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ASTRAL, AND HUMAN BID-DOERS!!!

Next week, Ann and I will begin our roulette OS method at the Jersey Casinos. Also I am sending my letter off to the AMERICAN CIVILK LIBERTIES UNION, AND along with the letter, a ton of audio and video tapes, documents, witness signed statements, the entire freaking ball of wax. U will B all very freaking sorry.

Things 2 Google up:” Millionth Council” “chem trails” “fascitar”
Sites 2 visit, or stay uninformed and dumb:

www.morianity-foundation.com/

http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ My computer just goes right to the link and forms a hand when the mouse is pointed at these sites. If the sites do not allow this that I am blogging on, add 2 favorites or highlight and click, or cut and paste it into any place where a screen on another browser lets U do this, it works 4 me and I have a cheap little computer. B4 it really is 2 late, some one with clout better start taking this seriously. U can flag out my blogs if U wish but this is a strong warning, not a threat, just that I know what none of U do on a very surface and conscious thought layer and level. Right now the MC is happy 2 pour out all this rotten crap on me, and basically me only 4 the most part. This will change the very second that I figure out how 2 die. This means 2 die and remain dead. If U understood a technology called LAZARTRACE then U would know that I am speaking only the strongest greatest truths 3 all of humanity.

GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND KS-WORLD LABORATORIES in the future, I know UR there, all of U, and this is a legal document, sworn truths under libel and perjury pains and penalties, my claims R that is is all total truth, and that not one omission nor one addition 2 these truths exists in these blog texts.

END TRANSMISSION.

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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Millionth Council is torturing me, test two

I am under death siege this Thursday morning from Milituforce Otammscum. Crash level planes R repeatedly flying over the roof of my mobile home park at the Comcast Cable building here in Cranberryville-Hammonton-NJUSAESMWG.

U will B continuing 2 receive twisters and floods and storms and wildfires and earthquakes along with tidal waves and hurricanes and volcanoes. U have really asked 4 it bastards.

Ann and I will B starting an opposite-shooting-ass kicking in Atlantic City next week and I plan 2 quit that misery U prick sleaze put me through on weekends 4 minimum fucking wage and doghouse working conditions. The secrets I will start 2 let out on everything that the entire crooked fixed entertainment world has done 3 me 4 m3+ decades will all get told. Fuck all of U’s!!!!

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

test blog number 3, MICK/MICKEY Haddonwood LG, not so good

This is a test blog for a paste key malfunction, either the fault of my stuff or something down at the mindsay.com site, I am logged in as Mountainpen so this is my html blogging address, let me C if this pastes up now 2 Blogger, as I just had a light bulb flash/blowout after trying 2 post at Mindsay, the freaking MILLIONTH COUNCIL just will never ever leave me the fucking hell alone!!!!!! Ok, it pasted in, something is wrong with the freaking www.mindsay.com site.BYE-BYE-MC my queen.

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EXPLANATION TIME

“EXPLANATION TIME”
052180, year inverted,
9 at night everybody on the east coast of America
Beginning Transmission, bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!

I have been given instructions by the most powerful entity in our known universe and beyond 2 tell very basically and honestly, what has been going on since this wuvwee whittle year of the DOGTOWN of CHAINLAND has rolled into my mortal illusion. No more than 60 days into this year was 2 pass B4I was 2 begin experiment number 2, the first one being blogging over the past 2 years or so. Now I was 2 just sit back and watch what the Millionth Council would do should my blogs seem 2 vanish into the Robbie Dupres’ night. The number of my government assign and permission 2 work and pay taxes has one [8] and one [0] in it. These digits fall on the 3rd and the 7th of this 9-digit GNN, or government-name-number. Put 3 and 7 together and this is Cranberry’s capital city’s zip code following the southern New Jersey’s [08], and then another 0, as though the symbolic reality is screaming out that 80 and its 08 inversion R there right along with the final 37, for the total zip of 08037. This was still the age, 37 that is, of MC in human dwelling, during my time of disappearance from the great All-Mighty-Internet. I do not want 2 get cousins of certain certified public accountants near Long Beach Island’s causeway here in NJUSAESMWG with my whittle abbreviations. So sahwee, ya pajamas in reverse. We can move later on into this when 4th dimension permits me in my waking world illusions here,

Is it not beyond coincidence how all of this has turned out, right down 2 Google itself? Truth damages the mortal world, because the mortal world hates it as it is directly contrary to its collective desire of entities here not 2 ever remember or become aware with any real significant amount any of the things pertaining 2 the real spiritual circumstances that all of us R in. I verify my truths over the past 2 days, and despite all the persecutioon and harassmernt and siege perpetrated on me by the MILLIOTH COUCIL, the very source that was used 2 prove what I needed 2 prove that my stuff is indeed reality and not the ravings of a deluded madman, took a huge hit on the stock market, and further verifies the ENDLESS PARALLEL EVENT OF THE DOW JONES MARKETS AND MYSELF that I’ve made claim 2 for the period of and average sentence for murder in the second degree in the United states. There really is no denying truth, U can hate it, reject it, and even freaking CRUCIFY it, and it changes not, as truth is truth, whether believed or disbelieved, a lie on the other hand works the precise same way only in reverse. Stacey Krassle cannot speak 2 me as I live here on Earth in my waking world reality. 2 suggest the contrary would B the epitome of blasphemy. When I am with her in my spirit, this is another story, literally. There is simply no time presently 4 me 2 even attempt getting a conversation started regarding the ‘upline’ and how this [GOD] thing really is operating here in the downline and all facts pertaining to the 6th dimension in its entirety and the closed infinity of the 5-dimensions inside it that is under its total control. Those behind the great Broadway 1960’s “HAIR” show, know more than they ever will tell, and R a major connected link in the magical chain of the great [MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. I am the only human alive on this mortal world that U scientifically oriented types call the sphere world, “planet”, and have named it EARTH, that does not know about the MC from reading other texts and or listening to documentaries and radio or television shows, reading newpapers and books, and so forth. I know in the way that I know the things that happened 2 me today right here in Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG. B4 going on with a bit more about this, and my instructions on VI-QUEENS ISLAND from SSJKK, permit me to first give 2 addresses 2 my readers, if any, as this document is gonna B shot up 2 three Blogger sites:
www.morianity-foundation.com
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ THANK U.
No mortal has a clue what Dogtown is being done 2 me. The Mick is the cruelest bunch of entities in the entire 6th freaking dimension. Sarah-Stacey JKK and her gang of 87 beautiful teen queens never shrinks nor grows in number. Who knows, perhaps Nicholas Blair and Skylar Rumson have reformed without the aid of their television show, and have eleven other Earthly followers here on the MW. In any event, the girls did not tell me 2 do anything, but SAR/ah or the great LORDESS told me that major stuff would go down if I blogged 4 two years and stopped 4 two months, I all ready was privy 2 this knowledge B4 blogging my first words onto the internet.

B4 going on at all, the Millionth Council came at me after I built a device or machine, MACHINE has the CHAIN/CHINA word in it along with those wonderful 2 letters and not delivered in the mail in a ’dream’, MC. Let us discuss Y Haddonwood had 2 happen, as well as the lifeguard, MC’ey who almost Committed Murder in the shower and locker room, and led 2 the moving from Williamstown to Somerdale in NJUSAESMWG, where my mother was initially murdered, flat lining in the Somerdale ambulance at roughly 6:30 AM on the morning of December 26, in 1997. This is no ordinary day with me, first the digits added or subtracted bring us to the symbolic numbers 48 and 84 with digit-inversion. The year 8448 by our present calendar is the day a giant meteorite crashes into this Earth on most parts of hyperspce, ending human civilization on Earth forever, not that most of our descendants live here anyway, still it saddens me 2 remember seeing the entire world blow up in space. From space, it is such a freaking beautiful blue marble, it really is. Donna was born on the last day of 19-48, and was in on a plan with the MICK to wipe me out beyond human conception, it was a totally monstrous plan, and her life was super hyper time blessed 4 her part in this disaster 4 me. In Atco, NJUSAESMWG, my life as I knew it terminated forever in the middle of the year AD Gregorian calendar system of 1983. Hence 19-84 or the inverse of 48, was the first year of my new existence in HELL. It is so incredible that no one can grasp this. One day UR here on Earth, then poof, UR on something that seems 2B the Earth only just because the matrix program of a sorts contains a super great memory, does not mean UR still where U think UR. The MAGNESONIC machine that I built, was later 2 become a part that was placed into a larger model machine, the Magnesonic Machine of 1985, 15 years after my life terminated in a different way in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, as I told the sons of the Greek sixties restaurant owners, Mary’s Restaurant on the great Tennessee Avenue, by the names of JOHN and FOTEEUS. It terminated because I led the All Mighty SAR/ah get away from me. My life and all it ever can B is lost 4 ever so ling as I must live physically here as Michael Mountainpen. I had no idea that she was my Sarah from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, she knew it though, just as she knows what she is doing 2 me now again late in the 1st decade of this next 21st century. Gods and their endless games, and their phase 4 club which basically today is the combination of 3 giant multimedia entities that they all operate and work through, being TELEVISION/MOVIES, MUSIC, and INTERNET, basically ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, which definitely includes the world of sports, even the News, news is now all entertainment. Here is how 2 build a Magnetic-Sound-Machine, or a MASOMA, an astral word that is one and the same with words such as stone and mason and builder and carpenter, at least in the Province of Olympia which is the Capitol Province of the entire PHASAE-3 reality that some of U mortals label and refer 2 as the Astral Plane. U no longer need 2 construct in a physical way when U can control your own Masoma. You take a device that can B magnetically used 2 change your voice into radio frequency such as an old style analogue tape recorder, and record exactly how U wish the machine 2 operate, how it will receive power from lightning during storms, and other such things, and then remove the tape and wrap it around a strong cobalt magnet, creating a power block. This is the metaphysical counterpart of a sorts to the normal electronic computer’s CPU or Central Processing Unit. The tiny tachyon particles such as quarks and leptons and combinations of small energies surrounding them will actually CLAIM THE REALITY, only an engineer in sound would simply C the reality of all of this as a tape near a strong magnet becoming ‘degaussed’ or erased. This is real and it works, and the Earthquake of 1985 in Mexico as well as the Space Shuttle disaster later on, R all the victims of Magnesonic. I thought at first this was a bad joke and a horrendous game, but when planes and choppers kept crashing on a roll, over and over again, along with a huge non ending pattern of natural disasters and planetary surface disruptions, unlike many others, I no longer could deny the reality that I was indeed behind all of this. I only did it as a revenge 4 all of the harassment I was receiving, but seeing this in black space antimatter reverse mode relative to my field-end, most likely the MC is persecuting me 4 causing these disasters and using taboo-by-mortals technology in the freaking first place. No one ever can really know which direction anything is going, it is just like being lost in space, Will Robinson, which way is up and down, who the freak knows?

The great SAR/ah-Stacey and I share eternal love inside her dream. Upline where the real girl lives in a real life, I am like a shadow, something she thought at one quick instant speck in her reference frame of time in her upline world. All of our time and everything else here in all of our creation, is just that, her one thought-creation, HER THOUGHT. Now when she falls asleep and goes into her conscious thought that she had at one single instant of her upline life, her unconsciousness merges and creates all of this. However, all of this and us, and above and below, our downlined thoughts and the upline thoughts above her that created her and her upline world, is a closed infinity that is called the 6th dimension, controlled by the sphere out beyond that hypersphere called LAWTRONICS or the 7th dimension. I could talk 4-ever and not cover the simplicity of all of this, U will C it as insanity and complexity, the ravings and delusions of a total freaking madman, her great experiment is 2C if 6 or 7 of her gigga-thoughts at this present time, R ready 4 movement into their next stages of truth-realization. Translation 2 this is simple, I am trying 2 convince other humans of these truths, she is now at a point, she tells me, where she knows the time is not right, they R simply not ready 2 receive what is really happening, and move on beyond mortal existence. This moving on is done by us, not some group of gods or one god that returns to the world with fireballs 2 rule and reign, it is pathetic how a simple book such as the holy scriptures have become so totally misunderstood, in just a whisper short few thousands of years.

All of UR under the wheel, the bend of the Lawtron, the control of the 7th dimension, the absence of awareness that all we truly desire is reach the non-existence, as we have always been in existence, the great revered NIRVANA. This is truth, I cannot make U accept it, and even I do not like it. Get tomorrows newspaper, and C how when the crash level airplane struck me at my residence around 1:18AM this afternoon, the Paul Cangues Public Broadcasting Business Report charts, show, as they always have 4 twenty-two years now, that these attacks R precisely timed with significant moves and actions on the stinking STOCK MARKET.

Copyright MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN 2008, this is an official web logging document. 4 those on ‘Mindsay’ and ‘Mysteries’ site reading this blog, U must go back to February’s blog 2 make this all come together and make more sense 2U.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLDLAB, this is truth, no omissions and no additions to these truths will B found on this document unless somehow hacked into without this author’s permission. END TRANSMISSION.

As with astral dream shift or true soul existence and spirit reality, no order of things matters all that much 4 right now, so datfile is half known, the date and time along with a blog-book title, at a later time, at my discretion, I may decide to put lots of recent blogging texts into a mortal world time order.

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Short Blog 1

Short Blog 1
052108.612.25 Wednesday afternoon
Beginning Transmission:

I just had a loud crash level airplane take my roof of where I live, and the Millionth Council is fucking with my margin again on the word document. Both Ann and myself got our bowels blown out by their redirected low frequency anti-stealth radar system.

HELP ME KAREN, AND ACLU, I am under a super major death siege from Scumbag dirtball MO.

If I am murdered, I was killed by the MILITUFORCE UNDER DIRECT ORDERS OF THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL.

Your job, STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, and all legal authorities, is m2 protect the citizenry of this nation, WE PAY OUR FUCKING TAXES 4 IT.

END TRANSMISSION.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Title is on document below

GETTING LIKE ASTRAL-PLANE DREAMSHIFT, NO REAL ORDER, NO REAL TIME SIGNIFICANCE

052008.813.94 chapter ? Book and Blog named-TEOHIV/TIMCAM
This is all copyright Michael Mountainpen of Hammonton, New Jersey, pseudo-name of true copyright claimant at the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. This is all opinion of the author, all though it can B backed up with proof and evidence, this introduction of such evidence would go contrary to a system someday that will come 2B known as personal-Lawtronics-directives. This is the same item that stops all truth-searchers such as for just one example the Ufology-buffs, from ever reaching their lotable goals and receiving their very long awaited answers to many virtually unlimited pondered questions. I term this THE GREAT WALL OF THE MC. They R doing all of this, and it stands logically 2 reason that they R the ones as well who R behind covering it all up. UC, I do not believe in little green men from Mars or any such non-sense, what I do believe in is precisely and openly what I totally know 2B real and true.

Myths and legends R much the same as famous sayings or QUOTATIONS, such as “quitters never win and winners never quit”, “It ain’t over ‘till it’s over, “if the mountain won’t come 2 Mohammed then Mohammed will go to the mountain”, ”the darkest hour is B4 the dawn”, “the best laid plans of mice and men can fail”, and of course, WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, THE MICE WILL PLAY”/ May I pweeeeeze discuss this last one rapies & germiblows???? As U all know, it appeared that CAT-ME vanished 4 a while, roughly one Earth MW season or 3 months, no blogs, no computer, no internet. RU up 2 the story now as 2 a few details on Y, and the [game-plan], etc?????? The great All Mighty SSJKK, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, told me on Vi-Queens Island, that I was 2 break it off with Eddie Himacane immediately, and stop all blogs until she came again 2 me on the Astral Plane in her great City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal at her palace on Kanwal Avenue and gives me the marching orders, Shop Rite Soldier Blog Reader Boy EMCEE, 2 return again to the great MC owned and controlled INTERNET. When I as THAT BOY, whose City-Name is YANCY in the registry book, in biblical accounts, this is the [lambs-book-of-life], would B told again 2 begin blogging, I will not mention much about the time gap and just sort of take up where things had left off, and I would B given great wisdom 2 the workings of the MICK. I, as usual, thought my teen-queen was playing another of her many so loved games with her “That-Boy, SOSO, nothing new, same-old-same-old, BUT WAS I OFF BASE AND TOTALLY WRONG, HOLY FUCKING CALLIO AND MARTINO WAS I WRONG, it was no game, BRA. I was shown how this small mortal world time period was more than sufficient enough to somehow all manage 2 get together and pull off a major BILLY PAUL REPITITION. I am speaking not of the recording artist there Misses Jones. Whether or not U guys had good things ongoing or not is totally irrelevant 2 me up here 3 and a half freaking decades in the damn future sling shot Kirk!!!!! Oh how silly and pathetic this tiny world of tiny mindedness really is, the gods, how long will I suffer here with this bull shit illusion?????? No, I am speaking of the latest most recent Houdini Magicians Act or HMA. Forget health care and HMO’s, this is HMA’s I’m referring 2 now bwaby-wuv-Fudd!!!!!! Billy Paul stands 4 my business partner or EX, and our project artist of the sixties. Naturally, I am referring g 2 Paul Evans Pedersen and Billy Harner. Red wavy lines on spell checker Billy, oh well, spin the globe around 10 or 20 kilo times and Spears and Carey will B red paint squigglies as well, it is all vanity, the illusion of time passes through all abiders on the mortal realm, and try as U all may, UR wasting your effort and energy, it marcheth on 2 its own drum. Boom-boom-boom. I have watched millennia passing around me, people never change, only their concept of its organized societies growing endlessly less barbaric, and perhaps some truth indeed does leak out here on this, but not a whole lot. People hawking around the scene of a nasty car crash, not to offer help, just 2 watch the gore and the blood and the excitement, reminds me totally of the Coliseums of Rome, I am able 2 distinguish absolutely no difference between these events at all, call me stupid or weird, I don’t really give a hollering hurl and that U CAN believe!! I know what I know, and I know that Billy and Paul made me disappear, just as did Google, and then through 2004, the entire life of the present internet system, there were 2 things when U Googled up the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and when I went away 4 a short while, the fix was in to change a lot of things. Here is your great example of your UFO-COVERUPS, agent Condor and agent Falcon of WPIX-1988 NYNY, UFO-The-Cover-up, television show. This is exactly the machinery and workings of how these things R all done, and the world is living in total ignorance, blinded 100% to all these things that I say 2-night on this web logging document.

Told U the Dow would fly and the Phillies would die. Told U my lovely Gina. What all of the world knows about the MICK subject all parceled and packaged up together would fit pretty nicely on an All My Kids Soap postage stamp!!!!!! I am from the astral world and remember it fully and completely, UR all from the astral world and have no conscious memory of diddly squat. As stated B4 by me over and over again, we R no different in circumstance, only in awareness thereof. Quote that one as Mountainpenner candy-pants!!!!!!

Work was hell B4 the storm and Stacey’s rainbow. No longer can we use the guard house. Super loud dirt ball dirt bike riders come from the neighboring woods and rev up their shitty loud-ass bikes, and then came the nasty fucking chem trailing. When U study the subject by Googling up chem-trails, U will C that people in planes attempted 2 follow these special jets and C who and what they R and what really is going on, and they have been threatened to break off pursuit or B shot down. This is all the great MC. If I thought in her human form I could appease this mighty being, I would sign off now and play an Aretha Franklin record and dip up some pasta and cranberry juice and make my beach plans 4 tomorrow, after a nice roller coaster ride. I cannot believe this has happened, but it has, and Y she is doing this 2 me after millions of years of making me suffer here on Earth one way or Swiffer Mop another, without her when I need her so bad, is way beyond what Albert Einstein could ever hope 2 figure out on 1000 blackboards.

Stand there she does, with her song written new, to tell That-Boy just how she feels, well I do remember my place with U there, while U sing in my dreams that R real. It boggles my tiny mind that the Library of Congress lets this go on. Well, what match really R they Aniwho 4 SSJKK and the great COUNCIL????? Still it freaking reminds me of poor Mister Spock, crying his eyes out on that dirt bag planet of power-pill-popping gods, when the dude in charge said to Kirk, “How can U let this go on”. If this is a great government that knows the fucking unfathomable distress that an American citizen is in, and can just endlessly sit idly by and permit it, it either verifies beyond doubt that indeed WE, not the Soviet Union, have evolved into the real and true evil empire, or else, they earnestly desire 2 indeed assist me, but simply R unable 2 do so, after-all, what match is this puny planet 4 the great MILLIONTH DIRTBAG COUNCIL?????

PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE.
DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.

THIS TRANSMISSION TERMINATES FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT pweeeeeze, Stay-C-tuned. Love is 4 more than Carpenters great Sarah-K.

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the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” (I edited out the hack date).

first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.

Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.

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Will you give this a rest please, Sarah Jacobson, “I KNOW”.

***END TRANSMISSION.***