MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00132

THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY, AHA!!

YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00132. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

++2:00 ANTE' MERIDIAN, 19 JULY, 2013, FRIDAY MOANIN'++

I SALUTE THEE, GREAT 'PROPHETS/T-3-E', OF THE PAULCHRIST-CULT OF 200 CENTURIES AGO. YOU DID A 'MERVALOUS JOB'. BING BANG BONG, NABES FROM HELL STILL IN AND FUCKING OUT AT FIVE PAST TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING, PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY. THE LAST SEVERAL NIGHTS, THEY SLAM IN ANYWHERE FROM 4-10 POST MERIDIAN, AND JUST KEEP BEING THE ASSHOLES THEY WERE BORN TO BE, RIGHT KITTY-KAT COPIER SO LOVELY????????????????????????????????????

WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join and the price is FREE.

Well Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors, (L-4), I TOLD YOU THE FUCKING STOCK MARKET WOULD JUST KEEP GOING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, ENDLESSLY TO ALL MOTHER FUCKING TIME HIGHS, and THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING ON, AND WILL GO ON, YO YO YO YO YO YO, BY END OF THIS SUMMER IT WILL BE AROUND 17-20 THOUSAND BASIS POINTS, BY NEW YEARS DAY, AROUND 22-24, AND WITHIN A YEAR FROM NOW, CLOSE TO 30,000 MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING POINTS, AND NOT ONLY WON'T ANYONE FUCKING TAKE ME FUCKING CUNT EATING SERIOUSLY, BUT WITH OR WITHOUT A LITTLE WINE FOR THE STOMACH, PAUL AND TIMOTHY AND BARNABAS; THEY WILL NOT ADMIT THAT MY SHIT AND MY CLAIMS ARE REAL, WOW, MISSES MARTIN AND MISSES ZIMMERMAN!!!

GIMME A FUCKING BREAK, AND THIS IS A WORLD OF SOUND EXPERTS PASSING JUDGMENTS ON MY REALITY, AND MY PAST; ROSEANN FUCKING CASH, AND DAVID FRAZEL, AND SHELLY WEST, AND PAUL EVANS FUCKING ASSHOLE PEDERSEN???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know folks, it is not fucking cunt rocket science. A dumb little fucking moron retard kid can see all of this, even after Moe Howard and Moe Bandy, both poke out his eyes and break his jaw, PAUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!!!

SLAM BAM BANG, I WILL CALL 911 SHORTLY, THAT'S A FUCKING PROMISE, THIS IS VERY FUCKING ANNOYING AND I WILL CALL FUCKING CRIME STOPPERS AS IT IS QUARTER PAST MOTHER FUCKING TWO IN THE DAM ASS FUCKING CUNT EATING MOANIN' YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

I need your help to trade the market, Mister Dunn, like a fucking hole in the head. I told you that you just follow the open and get out of your position at closing bell. You don't need a fucking 12,000 dollar fucking program, or expensive software, brokers and their fucked up advice, or shit. Clay Coins and I will be opening an account at the TD BANK in HIS NAME soon, and if it opens higher, we BUY to sell at the bell, and if it opens lower, we short sell to buy back at the closing bell, so hell, real fucking rocket science it ain't, country saint, and Carter Paint; and Mark Love Taint, as a fucked up moron kid could trade and make millions before he or she ever fucking hit age fucking cunt chewing thirty, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO DOGS, WOLF WOLF WOLF, DICK!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every ounce of my mother fucking misery on this Earth, despite many now thinking was rooted and grounded in my daughter's family, this is not totally accurate, all though all lies contain truths and all truths contain lies, as this is built into the physical plane life that we have the illusion of seemingly being awake in. you need to see a brighter light and a wider path in truth here, and that would be of course, none other than EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!! I have shown you all how to begin, how to continue; and how THIS is all behind everything; and why therefore, there are a whole lot of mortals with no power at all, and a very few gods with all of the power in the worlds. That is your magic tree of EDEN, and anything that contradicts MORIANITY and THIS, is a BALLOON HOAX DIRTY FUCKING PANTS ON FUCKING FIRE LIE, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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This is as always, just opening the wisdom door just a crack. This is by no means the great LAKEHOUSE where SCYLLA-JEHOVAH has removed all the doors, talk about bible verses coming to fucking life, like WOW, and yes folks,

here it is, General Patton style, loud and dirty, straight out and up front, with no holds barred, both Jesse's, if this meets with your approval, dudes, or if it doesn't for that matter, Weena Wells Exploratron.

Hackers fucked up the underlining, but who gives a god dam fucking shit, as I know I don't. The message is what counts. As Christians say, a messy ugly bible is a lot prettier to them than a gorgeous one. If you don't get it, you're not supposed to get it. Like DUH, and WEEEEEEEEENA WELLS!

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I have major funny people, Ron. Or is it you? You said that thing about the 'funny faces', and now my blogs have funny smiley faces instead of letters, and changed fonts for my links from blogger to wordpress. If it is you, and I am taking a big risk, I am so very disappointed in you. But if you can only help me covertly, after-all, my enemies from hell itself are about as covert as it can get, and we all have heard the great famous expression of fighting fire with fire, so if that is the way it needs to be, I can live with it. But if it is you, only you know exactly how many people were in the room the day we first met, was it 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6? There is only one answer and you know it, so change the font or change a letter to the correct number, YO! If it is you MI, hay girl, how's Cuzz Letty? Have you seen her? I am sorry about everything, but this takes us right back to the wild great idea that blew up in my face that day in the 1997 summer, on the Atlantic City Expressway. You'll see what I mean as I continue on now, lovely daughter. You need to know that I would have gone to court and fought for custody of you in the seventies if I had been told anything.

Yes, the Atlantic City Expressway, and more to the point regarding those days. Folks, I had just walked out of a Congressman's Office, and drove straight to the seashore, after attempting to talk to my old vocalist, but had to talk to his aids instead, Phil Petru, and Steve Muscle-Boy Peterson. President Obama Sir, old buddy; I wonder who just hacked off this entire last paragraph, quite mysteriously, in violation of my First Amendment rights to free speech? Oh, I think we both know that it is indeed the Earthly doppelgangers of the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE A.P. That could be summed up as the BFA (Black File Agencies), thereby affixing no blame to any one particular group of these very lovely wonderful folks who would love to see me dead and buried so bad, they can taste it in-between the crackers and the freaking cream cheese!

Chapter 00127-A Blog on Morianity's Part-5, was one and the same thing with my chapter called, HELP ME FCC MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, or whatever I titled it on the BLOGGER site that night when I could not get anything I did on my open office word document to paste into the blogging box. Eventually, they allowed a tiny bit of it to paste in, and so I gave my Wordpress blogging address and anyone can still, at any time, simply go and view my full blog, at link: http://www.mountainpen.worpress.com/

so please enjoy reading it up there. Some things won't work at the Wordpress site but will work at the Blogger site, while other things will work at the Blogger site, but will not work at the wordpress site. I am sure that if I was a computer geek-guru, there would be ways to do what I want, and on top of that, and by the way I have a new hack like the old library fucking ''BUT'' 'TIME-DAUT-HACK', funny-funny, still; I was trying to say before the ''on an don an don'' newest shit, and just the 'D' being dropped completely recently, when I am saying 'AND' and it just comes out making me look like a fucking dumb ass fool, ''AN''. Aniwho, Flo and YO, and all boxes, balls, and techno-stuff that is no where near as advanced as my process called, ''Keyboards From Peta-Hell'' ® that is a combined grouping of already existing machines and settings that really, is a precise formula, so that using it, permits wild new shit to be done in the fucking audio world, of course Donna was pissed off and said so in 1983; when I invented the thing four years earlier, in Mantua, New Jersey; AHA AHA AHA AHA MIKE MICK-N!!!!!

Some scum fucking bag is HACKING ME, THIS IS RAPIDLY APPROACHING A MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK DAY, A---G---A---I---N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOSO-WEIN, YO!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCCCCC

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO BRENDA MOORE GIBBSBORO NEW FUCKING JERSEY, DO IT!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-CG-189, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!

So why are things quiet for three days give or take, and then suddenly out of a chemtrailess sky of silence as though I don't have a mother fucking care in the cock sucking world, SHAZAM and GOLLLLEEY SARGE CARTER, UNITED STATES MARINE FUCKING CORPS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????? Well there are sometimes, some clues infuckingdeed, YO! Yes folks, Aniwho Flo-YO and all others, boxes and balls and other 'invisibilities' and non McHales's Navy War Tub PT's, or AKA PARLOR-TRICKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, we don't need to discuss my techno-pop nightmares, it has gotten me into a lot of hassles and even some non lying rhyming Krassle's, but still, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT, YO, I have some other shit for my old yesteryear pal, Mister freaking non bloody-shoe Warner and his BRO, BRAH!!!!!!! My miseries are 99% caused by others and 1% caused by me. I do not believe the old adage that I am my own worst enemy. There is an accuser in this cosmos and he has done a superb and splendid mother fucking job of always making innocent little me appear so evil and rotten and fucking ass guilty at all sorts of nasty shit. Yeah, but as I already knew two days before the weekend ever even came around, what I hate even more than the innocent being trashed, is the guilty walking out of the courtroom. Notice I did give you all the clue, and I'll re-print it on this blog, so do not skip old appearing blogs, it will be there, and dated, and this time, fucking underlined and color font altered, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!! I really wanted to talk today about some powerful fucking shit, but all this siege bullshit is getting in my fucking way, and we will just have to get to it later on, and I'll just have to fucking DEAL WITH IT ANOTHER TIME, COPYRIGHT INSURANCE EXAMINERS OF 2013, WEEEE-NA WELLS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO DOGS, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still disagree with David Roth on the pussy command and not looking at all of this as OTAMMIC related. He is ENTITLED TO HIS MASHELL DANIELS OPINION, LOVELY WORLD, as am I, BRO. Well, Mashell was one of the wild peeps in my life, and this is no lie. Things happened to me upon numerous occasion that involved this nasty lady, and she told me some things about herself that need not be repeated right now, but things all fall totally into place for me, Ron, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!

The night my car was stolen at the RPL Recording Studio right before the Christmas break in late December in 1979, two other strange ladies who were friends and neighbors of Mashell; also did some pretty unexplainable stuff, looking back on it now years later. I know I blogged details on blogs from 5 years or so ago, but that is not germane or urgent to shit going down right now, but will be later, I promise you.

COMING CLEAN ABOUT THE TRUTH

Folks, I told one lie, to MYSELF, if I had not, I would be insane right now. This to you sounds dumb, as you already think this of me except for a group that I could count on either my left or my right hand. Still, Praise Triple Freaking goddess, for this much success, here in H---E---L---L!

**THE REAL TRUTH CALLED EXPLORATRONICS**

Patty Jane made a great final show. Study it, for those who may have taped it off the TV as I did. You will C my dam ass blogs really start to come to life. No we are not making this all up as we go along, but at least, it's press, and right now, I'll take any of it. What am I referring to, laughing non-morbid Mike McNulty?????????? Well, aha-aha-aha, this:

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What is the origin of the THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL?

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Unexplained Mysteries dates it back to the 70's. It's certainly not a popular conspiracy theory. The most elaborate explanation is from Dogtown. As weird alien conspiracies go, this one seems limited to a few cultists who seem to be making it up as they go along.

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No, I promise, ESS, I do not make MORIANITY up, or does it go along, only my life does, the truth is non changing, despite life being ever altering. That should pop up as quite a strange outlandish paradox for you, my Morians and others out here, but if it doesn't, well, keep enjoying your long 'cosmic nap'. Maybe you'll wake up on the first of Oct.

Time is such an illusion when not in three dimensions. But not all things work in the mysterious ways of the internet society and regs, complex and all encompassing as they seemingly are to many of us from time to time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will explain a little bit about what goes on, and you then if you want to and only if you want to, will see a powerful pile of shit blow up in your face, and it will alter the way you are and your entire life, so if you want to avoid the potential life altering experience of this, as should have folks such as the great Joseph Paget of Pennsylvania early in this millennium, well, hit that old famous NEXT-BLOG button, just hit HOME to get you to the top of the page, then that button, and you can wiz right out of morianity, and maybe read the blogs of Timothy Robinson and his life as a building inspector in New York City, or try Joann Hay Beige, and her life as a child-movie extra, but staying here will indeed cause me to write this little Latin warning in here to you, Caveat Emptor. You are buying information, and the price is allowing me to forever alter your mind, so as to better see my life and the truths of the Head Morian, and Morianity.

Yes peeps, I have always been smart enough to realize that I needed to use my music and the great Copyright Office, to cover myself; as I know way too fucking much, and so I needed to be covered with © Insurance, as I have termed it.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA WELLS!!!!!!!!!

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[ 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
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STILL, INSURANCE OR NO INSURANCE, HOW DID I KNOW BACK SO FAR IN TIME, TO USE THIS AS A SYSTEM TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM HORRIBLE COSMIC DANGEROUS ENTITIES? THE ANSWER WAS NEVER HIDDEN FROM YOU, FOLKS. I KNEW IT VIA S-T-M, (Space-Time-Mind). There simply is NO other way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!

Well, also, how did I know this, Sir Joe Friday, with or without collecting any dead bull's ears????????? What? THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, I cannot prove to the standard of court evidence, 99% of what I claim has all gone down in my life on these blogs of Mountainpen. Many very bad people walk away from the court room free individuals, also, every day. Don't make more out of things than my words, but really folks; do you really think that just because I cannot wake up tomorrow morning into a world that recognizes me and what I have gone through, that I'll just sit here like a fool, and accept total fucking defeat? Can any of you out here really be that dam nuts????????

My Blog-Bio will precede my getting into the lesson for today. As I said a while back on an old song, 'Here we go'.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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'BUT' my good people out here; or maybe not so good as how can I possibly know this one way or the other, Coach Othershoe Dammit Bowerman, of the U of O/Nike? Even though I have no way of getting a read on the audience of my words, I can however know a lot of mysterious things that go far beyond the realms of what others can get in their normal every day waking world lives. First off, I am all through treating anyone out here as an idiot, and my most sincere apology for doing so this long. Yes there are plenty of PP types, but along with them are plenty of more advanced thinkers, who may or may not agree with me and see things my exact way, but they ain't stupid, and they know that this thing with THE STOCK MARKET, MY DAUGHTER, THIS FAMILY, THESE BLOGS, AND THE FACT THAT NO HUMAN GAME OR SYSTEM WOULD BE GOING ON THIS LONG, YOU KNOW THIS, YOU ARE NOT IN THE FUCKING THIRD GRADE LENNY BRISCOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT ANY MORE THAN I HAVE BEEN WILLING TO TAKE YOU SO FAR IN THESE NEARLY 8 YEARS OF THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.

Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth, AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!

Sharkey says, keep reading! This only gets 'better', Mister 'Antimatter' Howard Solomon. Sharkey knows a lot more than he was willing to tell dirt ball enemy, Mister 1996 Letts. But NOW, it is TIME, Cult Leader Barnabas, fictionally of course, hay Joann, let's not anger the great triple goddess here.

Some have hinted a few things, not blog readers, but others who I talk to from time to time, one was a recording engineer, another a businessman, and still another, a relative of a large charitable organization. Folks, there is indeed a ? It may be called anything from the Duladuladula-X, to the moonman-faceboys; but I have named it the 'ESS', or the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Space-time was the concept pf the great Mister Einstein, but there is a little truth that wiz's right past this popular early physics days concept. MIND is what makes the space-time to start with, and this is physics and quantum dynamics mixed and merged together, a future set of math equations not yet there in 2013. When I say stuff like half of the multiverse contains one polarity type universes, and the other half contains the other half, the physicists of today jump up and duck for cover. Nothing explodes or converts, folks. The part that may visit an opposite polarity realm, is not mass from there but what religious folks would call spirit from there. We all dream, and most remember some of it, and know that they really are somewhere else and not in their bed. You can attempt to explain it away in a million other ways, but that is all it is, attempts at explaining away what is really fucking real, good people. If a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON decides to come into our universe from one of the virtually limitless other parallel ones in hyperspace, and decides to go into you, whoever is reading this, and is from an opposite charged realm, it is meaningless, they are only merging with you in spirit, they see and live through your life, as their dream, and then go on to manipulate you and your life for a while without you being aware of it, as how could you be, you just always insist that it is really you doing whatever it is you are doing, and thinking, and living. But nothing goes bang into some huge annihilation, it is not a matter-antimatter merging of mass into energy. Dreaming energy moves in hyperspace at a rate totally unlike mass, and is not under any of the same laws that two opposite mass entities would be if they did encounter each other. Still, when a T-3-E enters a person through a dream, and they are in a reverse polarity realm, time is indeed going in the opposite direction. Because of this little trick, T-3-E entities have been playing with mortals and acting as GODS for a very very long time, as long as we believe there was or is time, as a matter of fucking fact, YO. On top of that, a really experienced traveler in the ESS, is able to use this dream-energy to create matching electromagnetic mass-illusions. Go to your wall right now and feel how solid it is. Well, it isn't. It is just many glowing ions all inside a field of energy. This electromagnetic force field is very hard and this is what you feel, even though your eyes perceive the so-called reality of your wall. The 'ESS' can come here and even bring their airships, illusions of course, as is your wall, your car, your spouse, all of it, oh it is real enough, but the solidity is just a huge electromagnetic force. All else is a cosmic parlor trick. Now mastering EXPLORATRONICS by many advanced entities all over fifth dimensional hyperspace, allows them to be as gods to all those who will not listen and believe in the absolute fucking truths of MORIANITY, the real equalizer, this religion, this knowledge, this IS THE TRUE equalizer, the gods, and the mortals, the T-3-E, and the TYPE-1 and TYPE-2 Exploratrons, US. Ten years of practice and mastering the FASCITAR-6-10, and moving on to become a real TRAVELER until eventually invited into the ESS, this is the true cosmic line in the sand. On one side are the many many many mortals, and on the other side, are the immortal gods. And why? Because they fully understand what Morianity has been teaching for nearly 8 years now, EXPLORATRONICS. They can work havoc on messing with time, and I have now explained how this is exactly done, so you now, tonight folks; are way ahead, after you try digesting all of this for maybe a week, and re-reading shit; of where you ever thought you could be while here and alive as the person that your illusion believes to be. You are always YOU, these individual dreaming-sequences matter very very little. It is not our true Astral Plane entity-self, nor what lays far beyond that, just nothingness, the great VOID which IS YOU, nothing ever is really REAL, nothing is real, it must be CREATED, or DREAMED! So to go into other worlds, you need to move throughout the fifth dimension in controlled dreams, and to move backward in time, you need to learn which parallel realms run in an opposite polarity to the one you are in now, and I am in, and use them. With nearly effortless concentration, an experienced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON can fast forward through a person's entire life that they are inhabiting, but in antimatter realms, you are going backward. If you learn which realms are very 'CLOSE-IN' parallels where things differ by a few rearrangements of a couple trillion atoms throughout the entire universes, basically a duplication world, you can begin to do all the things that have been done to me ever since my fucking mom dropped me on my head, in West Philadelphia, in the late fifties; while crossing Fiftieth Street one day, on the way to a doctor appointment.

ALL MY LOVE FOREVER, MY BABY-BLOND LOVE!!!!

Atlantic City, New Jersey is not an ordinary place. I doubt I'd have lots of fucking peeps present a valid argument with me on this, but they do not have clue point oh one billion about all of the shit that's gone down there that pertains to mother fucking ME, and MY HORRIBLE DAM ASS HELL!!!!!!!!!!

There is no way that what has happened to me since 1967 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, right down to all my time here in Florida, more than three and a half years now; can mathematically support a conclusion of anything less, than Morianity being the far best as of yet in 2013, explanation for me, my life, and the entire Planet Earth, and the interconnectedness of all of this horror. The math proves that I am right, and if I ever tried to really do something with this information, life as you all know it right now, would collapse virtually overnight. THAT'S A PROMISE, lovely 'woMO', no sports murderers needed, no advanced radar systems needed, or girls who write about ''crazy cursing dudes'' either. So Sorry, ambassador, again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I cannot worry about anything collapsing, as I plan to tell you all some shit and you can all laugh 'till fucking doomsday. First off, MY NABES HAVE SLAMMED DOORS AND SHOUTED ALL FUCKING DAY LONG, AND HAVE BEEN TOLD TO DO THIS BY FAMILY BRANCHES IN ATLANTIC CITY, MAGIC BULLETS AND ALL, GUNMAN SIR OZWALD, AND MAHM WIFE MARINA. There is so much to tell that it would take a hundred mother fucking years; and today I will only tell one thing. I have some powerful proof, and I plan to catch a train up north to see somebody and take them this proof, since these fucking diseased mother fucking rats ass bastards, won't knock this shit off, and this of course, OH LOVELY GINA, AND ALL OTHERS, is why the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will not quit racing up with this ridiculous mother fucking BULL RALLY, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU FOR YEARS AND FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hyperspace and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest TRINITY, and if you are south of many borders; we would alter this word to TRINIDAD. The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty. I must be very HYPERSPACE-HIGH-SCHOOL 'careful' “PAULA”, as I would like to say a whole lot right now, but I will limit what I tell today. Later on, it is just a matter of really screwing up my courage, and tell a lot more, and then folks, this will in all probability, lead me to the realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison, the grand-daddy mother fucking endless night of major NIGHT-MARES!!!!!!!!!!

QUIT PICKING ON ME, YOU TYPE-3-EXPN SUB SCUM MOTHER FUCKERS, I AM NOT BOTHERING YOU, AND BESIDES, LIGHTNING IS HERE WATCHING OVER ME, AND THE NEXT STOP SHE MAY MAKE, IS TO YOUR HOUSE; TO INCINERATE IT, SO BACK FUCKING OFF OF ME, PRICKS. SO 'WHERE ARE YOU DIANA WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU' AFTER COMING BACK FROM WAL-MART VOICEMAILS???????????? OK, so sue me, it is really NEEDED, but tents only matter when the rain pours in, as far as I am concerned, regarding my enlightened attitude concerning the reality of STM.

I AM NOT ABLE TO TELL 95% OF SHIT I WANT TO, AND YES FOLKS, TO QUOTE DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT GETS GEUOOOD” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REAL FUCKING ASS GOOD, BUT I CAN ONLY SAFELY TELL THE 5%, OR ELSE I WILL FIND MYSELF WITH SOME MEAN DOGS AROUND ME, ON A ROOF OVERLOOKING A BAYWATCH TYPE TOWER, WITH THE CENTRAL PIER TO MY RIGHT, AND THE OLD STEEL PIER TO MY LEFT, AND DIRECTLY BENEATH ME, THE GREAT ALMIGHTY WAYV-FM RADIO STATION, ALONG WITH THE REAL TRUE HEADQUARTERS OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CLUB OF THE MCCOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, let us get to this 5 percent, or some of it, since the ENEMIES won't stop picking on me to keep their EVIL SKYLAR RUMSUN STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY DRIFTING STARWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For a very long time now, before I ever posted one thing on a Youtube account on the thirtieth of December in 2010, I was told to, in powerful dreams, by the great ISIS-ERMC. It began after being at work at Cifaloglio Garage one day, in Folsom, New Jersey, 3000 miles from the other more famous Folsom and the mighty Johnny Cash, another substance abuser, goddess help the entire Entertainment World (EW)! On this particular night, something happened that caused me to listen to a particular side of a cassette tape, that forever altered this planet's history, and this is no exaggeration, hay give me a break, is what I tell about the Dow Jones a lot of yuk yuk yuk McNulty stuff, folks? Really,

is there another MORIANITY, or something even close to it; anywhere else, up on this great and powerful OZERNET????

DOES THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA???????? I TRY TO TELL THEM GORGEOUS FUCKING GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So here I am my wonderful awesome believers, I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET WILL JUST KEEP GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, AND I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT MAGIC EXISTS IN SOMETHING THAT I CALL, ''FOLLOW THE FOLLOW''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING told me in Akoslem City, that I better tell the truth, and not leave my Morians hanging in there with the Hammonton's and the Huntington's, so I must now obey her commands. After-all, she's my beyond hot and unfathomably awesome baby-blond love of my life, and the third part of a wild triple GODDESS, and no more needs to be said now or ever. We are going to clear up some issues 'right here and right now' LOVELY-L&O-LU, AND FOLKS, THIS IS LIKE DISCUSSING Atlantic CITY, or Sarah Jacobson, or for that matter, the great United States Government, the Vatican, and the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. We can talk, we can cry, we can do a Disney cower speed away with Gramps Spears screaming his lungs out in the back seat for an ever greater metal pedal, but all of that, and so much more, I never until just today, really knew just how down right mean and frightening, my kid can be, once something you do pisses her off. There is no grabbing the minute hand, and trying to fling it back; as it is simply a hopeless cause. The difference between doing things via the ES, and just lots of other great parlor tricks; is that all averaged out and then remeasured again, the agonies inflicted upon those victimized by either of these monstrous atrocities that dwarf any concept ever conceived by Hitler, the ES causes way more lifelong everlasting deeper unhealed injuries, after all is said and done, after all the pieces of dog shit are swept up off the smelly floor, and after the fat lady finally sits down, stops writing, stops singing, and keels over like Shelly Winters' heart attack, after her heroic swim-dive, in that great movie, “The Poseidon Adventure”; the ship named after the true King of the sea, Mister Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, AKA Neptune-Jupiter-Poseidon. Him and his lovely wife, on the Astral-Plane, chase me away from their great daughter, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and then I am the bad guy for being the victim of this hellish hyper video-game of the Lawnmower-Man-2 system, for roughly, 1.49720507 times ten to the twenty-fifth trillionth power year equivalent in Astral-Interaction-Event or (AIE), something never measurable to the last drop, any more than we can ever determine an exact relationship of a closed curve (circle), between its through-ness (diameter) and it's all the way around-ness (circumference). We can say 3.14, or take it out a bit more to say, 3.14159265, but it still never ever stops, yet there is perfect connection, and we can see it with any circle a child of two draws on a piece of paper. So before you tell me there are no mysteries unsolvable, let me first take a good healthy crap into your brain, so that maybe you will think better after that. Who can ever know, with or without those cool ass breath echos, Copyright Examiners, AHA-AHA-AHA? Go back to 1971, Mike McNulty. You're not welcome here today, on Morianity. Thank you.

Yes, Lightning told me that I must be honest, and tell the truth. I admit I slightly made things appear just razor edge off of perfect truth when I said on a previous blog that Diana is scared to come around me, just as with many others, and I gave the one real good example around the time that Iraq invaded Kuwait, with the Resident Manager Nate, at the Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees, Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I'll bet dimes to cunt sniffing donuts right about now, my old ex-bizz partner PP is heading straight for his local K-Mart with his own dirty pants, right about now. He must remember the shit I told him through the phone back before he had me rolling on the floor with his voice-mail message that he left me, a year and a half back somewhere in time. He knows I do what needs to be done. He know if you bastards won't stop hurting me, that I'll do exactly what is needed, to deal with the situation and take care of bizz, a lot better than he ever took care of making all those millions in the music business, WEEEEENA. Yes there have been a lot of very special and very precious girls in my life, and all anyone has to do is examine the United States Copyright Office records, under the name of MARK WAYNE MOHR, to see that this is all true. I do not get stuff from all of them. They get it from me; unless you want to seriously believe that I am a real live true honest to the gods, T—I—M—E T—R—A—V—E—L—E—R!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Jacobson was indeed, a very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the great Bob Madison Club of the Teacher's Lounge, and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country, and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83? Now I know that was not a nice thing to say, and I do sincerely apologize, but it gets the point across, when I do a General Patton, you know; tell it down and dirty. There is not always time for the amenities of niceness, unfortunately, we live in a very mean, nasty, ugly, evil fucking ass world, and you all know this is true!

Now moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened. Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972, telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me, and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think we all know why. It's been told and told and needs no rehash job at this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH, burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's teacher, Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971, and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of 1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”. Just tell me this folks, and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET???? I would seriously doubt this myself, but admit to not being god almighty. Still, before we do move on with the great SARAH, which caused my poor mother and I to be assaulted and criminally preyed upon in numerous ways almost 24 years in the future, minus a month or two, back on the second day of August in 1996, at the Pathmark Shopping Center of Turnersville, New Jersey, County of Gloucester, Township of Washington, and BOOM, don't get MOWED DOWN or jacked in by all these incredible backwash, eddy, current SPACE-TIME-MIND symbolism's, YO folks, and please, is a big ass W-O-W needed right about here?

LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Another great Washington politician, when you need them, well, ISIS might say it best here folks, from the 102^nd floor of the dam building, when you need them, where are they???

Mizz Bondi, if David Roth were here to be my witness, he would tell you under sworn oath how real this all is, hard as it may be for you to fathom. These peeps have very great reasons for keeping me out of music, and really, a moron can see what's happening, if he or she would just look and honestly see what is what here, with both their eyes and their hearts. But alas, as I told Lenny McKinnon in 1980, “I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS WILL ALL TURN OUT”, and no Mizz AG, it ain't real pretty, nothing like you! Pretty uncaring, aren't we???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Everything is a gimmick and a hoax. There is no exception. Nothing is real, but when you are not aware that you have commingled into a HELL-CONDITION for lack of any better way of putting this, you can at least deceive yourself. 100% of the people lie to themselves, even me. Our senses trick us first, and even when we know better, we still believe lies, and thus if we believe lies, we are lies.

First off, Youtube and Google and the entire 1994 internet, is a LIE. I say this in a way that only I fully can appreciate and also understand what I truly mean in its most intricate Pedersen detail, still, it is true nonetheless, and I am way too stupid to even think about ways to teach what I know that would prove these words, to any of you out here, on this thing. I know it is a complete waste of my time to even begin to explain so many powerful things, but one thing I'll hint at right now that will probably really piss off some people, and they all know who they are, whenever those particular dudes and duddesses may get around to reading this particular blog. Folks, I was driving on the Atlantic City Expressway one day at the height of one of these uncountable death sieges of mine back in Jersey that as of then were now an ongoing mother fucking nightmare in my life for just about eleven years practically to the day, and I cooked up a little brainstorm idea to prove that I am in this HELL-BOX from 2301 World Laboratories. It really seemed just about totally fucking fool-proof. It wasn't. It didn't work. Imagine that, ladies and gentlemen? Big shock, huh MMCN, AHA-AHA-AHA? Cancel the CG-189 Maggie-Girl, I meant to type in, G-189, there is no General Order 189 that is CODED! Well, not here in this dimension, right lovely PEE? Now here is a real computer genius from beyond the black and orange Philly-Flyers Cracked Hacked Jacked Lattisaw Club of 57 Channels and Ling-Long Barbara Fonda Hockey sore throat Sticks. Put a lovely eyeball in-between these two 'consanents', W-W. Micro-Sucks Hell Wrecker Spellchecker is its usual shit worthless no help at all, in correctly spelling the word for the letters of the alphabet that are not the vowels. I know it is not spelled correctly, if they won't help me to do my literary job, then it is not my fault, fine folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes PEE, my wonderful younger daughter and computer genius, I miss you so much, and really hoped you could do the impossible, but alas, those WOMO MILI-2-FORCES always get in the way.

HELP ME PEE. YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JULY 19, girl.

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EVERYONE IS LETTING ME DOWN, DIANA & PEE.

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

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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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0220

SATURDAY, AUGUST 27, 2011

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONH-COUNCIL AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:

“THIS AIN'T TERRY EGGHEADS' BLOG”

COPYRIGHTED MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS 2006-2011

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Thursday and Friday, I did not leave my building residence. Local bullshit applies. Media hype also applies. We all try and earn some kind of a living, so I am not here sitting on judgment seats, in fact, I could totally care less what anybody does, that is until it crosses into my face, where as McCoy says so well, is where your fist must stop. When I was a young dude, both growing up as well as in my early adulthood; and well before all the PC or Political Correctness movement began and grew with roots that were made of compressed steroids; so much was different that trying to discuss it all rationally right now on a blog would be a quintessential exercise in futility. This problem or situation has an upside potential, and many of you know what it is, since I can talk a big tune and curse out the world, but am quite mousy in person, and it is noticed quickly, especially by bully type personality folks. Still, I commend the cunning-ness and total cleverness, in a major PC environment, of my vulgar putrid and crude enemies everywhere, to indeed hatch a plan in these times, and carry it off with unfathomable success and precision, taking my entire life away from me, AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE JERK OFF, THE FOOL, THE BAD GUY, AND THE SIKE-CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations, and if I could offer the DICKHEAD OF THE MILLENNIUM AWARD, to these nice wonderful awesome cock sucking trash, I WOULD. You can believe that, if you ever believed any other dog shit thing in your lives, folks. Doing so much horror to me for no real good reason, and then making me look and appear like the heavy, the evil motive man, or the Callio Stalker of the early New-Age, and other things; proves to me that there are reasons for 110 pound girls, to indeed possess the physical strength of Hercules. I totally know that living along with all of us, are many un-real peeps, or maybe as Mister Data, artificial peeps, or to throw in a greater one still, other unknown peeps. I told the Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol in September of 1997, that no one knows the future, and he smiled at me as though, HE DID, and never said a word, maybe because he all ready knew that what he just had told me would indeed happen, as well as his becoming the future mayor of Atlantic City. Maybe if he had wanted to give me a tape of a song that he had written, it would have begun before the music started to play, with a muffled word of 'MAYOR'. This indeed, is how 'MOVERS' do operate. They are all over the place. They have marked up library books in every county in this nation, and much more, they are trying to tell things, but unlike me, more cleverly, and more 'subtly', as Scylla might very well decide to word and say it. Just how real a lot of bull fucking shit really is around me, I am quite positive that I will never know, with or without any copyrighted precious girls, or infected chemtrail nodes. Still, can all of what I recently thought that I cracked open, be no more than a cosmic detective-program, solving the piece fittings? After-all, if chaos abounds, and things by themselves go from order to chaos and ruination, then a balance of this effect is necessary in order to compensate, and for keeping the entire cosmos from ultimately spinning out of control and into oblivion; or back into it would be a better 'MORIANITY' fitting way of presenting the argument folks. Our entire planetary biosphere runs on automatic, so why not some type of built in ultimate decaying into chaos compensation system, perhaps abbreviated and said why not some type of a (UDICCS)? 'U-DICKS' out here in cyber-reality may wanna' pronounce it just like that.

I will tell you some shit that is not one bit automatic; Crooked Peeps on WALL STREET. They conspire to run prices up and down every day, they gun for stop-loss protection orders, they illegally manipulate the prices, they steal our hard earned money; and 'THEY' are fully licensed by a totally crooked federal agency called the SEC. This stands for the SECURITIES and EXCHANGE COMMISSION. What good is a stop-loss order, when they know it is there, and so they gap the price up or down by a large amount that only permits the smaller investors from exiting their positions at the next tick of this illegally created gap. These are no different than the illegally created parallel-events that they use on folks, as another huge monstrous weapon-tool. Their markets flew up by 5 or more percent this week. If I am so wrong and confused, tell me this, anybody. HOW CAN AMERICA BE DOWN-GRADED IN INTERNATIONAL CREDIT RATING OR ABILITY TO BORROW AT LOWEST INTEREST, and not have the stock market drop to either of the two previous levels, the 2010 low of around 8800 points, or the 2009 low of around 6550 points? With a downgrade in credit, an event more unusual than HURRICAN IRENE, and way more far reaching and devastating to the future of this country; THEN WHY IS THE MARKET NOT FOLLOWING THE REALITY, nor matching the negative point values, reached when we still had a TRIPLE-A+ CREDIT RATING, YO????????????????Powerful peeps and families have many powerful methods that protect them in numerous ways, from ever being recognized for committing the thefts and frauds of all of us, on such a daily and continuous basis. Let me move along and stay on the same topic, while proving this point.

I went down to a town that was just to the south of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the middle late part of June, in the year of 1970, Florida Lottery scrambling the middle digits up and my death as Franklin, notwithstanding; and thought I was going to be a Plumbers' Assistant. The so-called plumber being none other than child molester Thomas J. Reale. This mother fucker got away with molesting me twice, and I departed this nightmare at the age of 15 and a half years, on the night of 12 July, in 1970, at around 10:30 at night, leaving on the local bus out of town, single suit case in hand, on the Public Bus Terminal bus; that went through the local area of Main Street in Plesantville, where the great girl gang of the Callio branch of TWAF was also on this bus, and all around me flirting with me, calling me “THAT-BOY”, giggling, and only one of these girls hated me, which one I do not know. I had a bad sun burn, and she said to her friend, regarding me, “His face is all messed up”, and it totally was, it was burned and sore, and indeed looked as hideous as the Frankenstein monster. My point here, is not on my sunburn, this mighty girl gang known then and there as the New Jersey Quoddy-Mocckers, because they hung around the boardwalk and Saint James Place store, called the Quoddy Moccasins, public bus rides; or final vacation days at famous seashore resorts. It is however about TOM, the semi-fagot child lover. Where is the New York City SVU, when I am the mother fucking victim? Up in the future passing judgment on me and calling me “THE BAD GUY”, that's where. If you roll over in your grave, DAVE, be careful of Paula King, and your lovely NINA. To this day, Tom Reale, never made it onto the Megan Law List, or any other child offense list to the best of my knowledge. So why did he just do this horrible fucking shit to me, and no other child? According to the great 'LAW AND ORDER' TELEVISION SHOW, these kind of sick mother fuckers are repeat offenders, so WHY ONLY ME, WORLD? Millions of Elizabeth Montgomery possibilities are popping into my head; so I wanna' know if they are popping into any of yours?

New readers need to understand some very powerful shit about my story. It is real and honest, and totally heart wrenching, that is if you happen to be human, and have a conscience or a heart to start with; as if not; you will be one of the many who daily puke on me, and tell me I am nothing but a ton of worthless fucking dog shit, and to go to fucking ass hell. Ann told me not to let them win by killing myself. What she is incapable of understanding is, that I cannot kill myself. I have tried, and so has the enemy, to get rid of me, on many many many many fucking ass occasions. All I do is wake up, and it all was just a nightmare dream, as if whatever had killed me was in a dream, and now I am in a similar reality, with the one distinct difference being that the act that caused my death, never happened in this new parallel reality. Yeah, sounds like a fish tale the size of Moby Dick, but the problem is that some fish tales are totally fucking true, as are mine. Two other monumental ones took place on exact days, and spread apart by precisely 10-YEARS, 1986 and 1996. IF I LIE, I HOPE TO BURN IN OIL FOR A QUADRILLION MOTHER FUCKING EONS. The magic date in both cases is the 2^nd of August. The first one involved meeting a very special wonderful teenager, when I was unfortunately nearly 32 years old, in the great city of NYNY. This chance encounter led me to write a meaningless song a couple of days later, sending it along with some other songs, as a package musical project, down to the United States Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress, on the 15^th, 13 days later. The song was an unflattering, and totally mean song. It was heartless and cruel, but I had no idea that this person would go onto to graduate high school, and soon afterward, become the greatest voice in the entire music world. What am I, GOD? 'MOVERS' set it all up, they are GOD, not me. Now for the day ten years later, August second in 1996. My mother and I went to a diner in Egg Harbor, New Jersey. A very attractive waitress took our order, and when she brought over some drinking water, she blurted out something that almost made my poor mother wretch. She said to me, “You know don't you, there's a contract on your life”. I told her I have no idea what she is talking about. I had just written a song shortly before this, back on the 12^th day of fucking May, called, “SARAH”, a name that seems to be connected with the lives of many songwriters, and sung by many well known recording artists. I wish to shit peeps, that I still had my old website in operation; www.morianity-foundation.com/ as some of my music, including this song, was up there on that site. I know that some of you out here have been up on that site. The entire distant future has, but that is easy for them to do, using a tool that exists there, or will exist, called, DIDE LINK. The link into our internet is possible using fields that take advantage of distance, and can thereby tune back through time. These same fields can be energized with reverse-polarity atoms, but we will not go here. Those that have any idea about any of this, know also about the invention in 1987 that was openly published in the SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN MAGAZINE. This was the article that showed how a MOVER was back in 1987, with his small velocitronic motor system. Using this, a room the size of the average home kitchen, can be made up of a unit that could produce close to 100 TW of electricity. This is a forbidden subject, and only collectors of magazines can ever get to check this out, so it is doubtful to me, that you will find this fucking information anyplace on the entire internet.

There have been two major recent incidents, in Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG; over at the http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ job-site, where I am employed; through the AARP system, as a Store Stocker. Sheriffs and police and even a US Marshall showed up on the most recent incident. The MOVERS, as I have told my BLOGAUD on many blogs earlier this year in the spring time, played a very rotten game with me, and brought the state WORKFORCE PROGRAM into our HFOC place. These peeps are not, how does one say such a thing in 2011, someone who might get along all that well on Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. I am speaking of nothing other than character and behavior, and in no way nationality or skin hues. Still, am I making this story up, is this another fish-tale of the Mountainpen? All anyone has to do to disprove me is to get copies of public information of local criminal reports, this would most likely be listed under the charge of assault. I believe both incidents involved one girl beating up another girl. Yes Paul, Fort Pierce is not all that nice a place for me to be living and working in, and especially, after making my escape from 'THAT-FAMILY', and my kidnapping by Dawn-Marie, the great KING of the JERSEY CLAN, well, along with distant cuzz MCGUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both Dawn and McGuire would think nothing of throwing a can of gasoline on someone, and then throw a lit book of matches on them afterward. Do I really deserve all of this? Just tell me what I've ever done to anyone; to mother fucking deserve all this fucking hell, and on top of that; I have lost every mother fucking thing I had. I may not have had a lot, but it all was taken away from me, when no one would help me and I was forced to mother fucking run away on the night of December the 12^th, in 2009. So if any fucking bastards out here that tells me how real the biblical reap and sow deal is, needs to be told not to ever fucking push this shit on me. I have spent my entire ass life, trying to be a nice guy, and for my trouble, this is my life, all this shit. An extremely ass small compressed bit of this, is told on these blogs of more than six fucking years, at the first and original website of www.blogger.com/, type in, 'the blogs of mountainpen'.

As for proving the supernatural claims of these 6+ years of wild and outlandishly esoteric blog texts, wait for the great U-TUBE post on my account, eventually, of my first 1997 passport photo, then my next one in 2007, and then my 2009 photo from the Harvest Foods website. It doesn't match, and not even Donald Trump, or Tyra Banks; has access to enough make up to pull this mother fucking shit all off, and I totally know it, and am ready to expose this nightmare PAULA KING SHIT TO THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF THIS PLANET. I sound angry as if there is an agenda, or that this is personal; and you all have me all wrong. I need to prove shit that cannot be proven in any other way or by any other method than major shock value, so I'll use it. It is not personal against anyone. I have said it before and will obviously say it a lot more, I am in a war that I have no memory of ever starting, and I only know one thing for sure, and that is that if I do not fight these whatever they are entities, then on that day that I cave in and quit, I AM DEAD. Both my mother and David Roth stopped fighting CALLIOTAMM, and they DIED, and this is WHY THEY FUCKING DIED!!!!!!!!!!!! You quit fighting, or breathing, and you will die, simple truth, simple physics, with or without television advertising, or any bodies resting or moving, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Before I let the details out on a huge deal involving the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, let me finish up with the second part of these two dates that were exactly freaking ten years apart in the illusion of space-time. A waitress in Egg Harbor told me that somebody wants to kill me, and would not be any more specific than that, other than my 1994-Saturn Automobile was involved. I originally believed this wild cock and bull story that someone in the projects of this area was angry at someone who ratted out the local top drug dealer, and this person drove the same dark colored and 4-door Saturn that I drove, and that this somehow was perhaps as the great disco diva would put it, a case of 'MISTAKEN IDENTITY'. I did not buy Donna's bull shit, and I don't buy this Egg Harbor shit either, as it all ties together, and connects characters from what else, but the great SATANIC ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, or (EW)!!!!!!!! Continuing along with the events of the hot summer day in early August in 1996, this is when my mother and I drove west into Hammonton, and were accosted by a gang of young Mexican-American girls, at a recording studio parking lot, that would not stop messing with me, and would not let my car out, as they blocked the way and thought it was funny; and then when we did finally exit, we drove to Turnersville, and began noticing that somebody in a lime green truck was tailing us, and this was that evil monster huge man who looked like he was from India according to my mother, as I never saw his face; and he told my mother and I quote, “I am going to kill your son, and you too, if you don't get away from this truck”. My mom went over to it, only because we both noticed that it had indeed been stalking and tailing us, and parked when we did; and was staring over at us. He had killed our new car somehow, as when I shut it off, and then tried restarting the vehicle; it was totally dead, AND FOR NO GOOD LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER. The police came and were no help at all, intentionally writing the police report backwards, stating that it was I, who approached the man in this truck; and not the other way around. There was a very good reason for doing this, and they were all fucking totally in on it. Even the Prosecutor of two counties refused to assist us, and left us hanging out to dry, after this terrorist threat was made to her. Those 'raised right black boys, huh Mercedes not said from 10-SC Avenue', Senator Thompson?????????????????????? Let us get some tiny positive out of this miserable mother fucking nightmare day of monster-ass interactions from peeps straight out of DOGTOWN, whoever they are. I CALL THEM MOVERS, and also the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL; and still many other initials that match, are part of a lot of this, and dates do not lie, because it is too freaking coincidental; and we all know it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not blame the great PAULA for everything in my life, only for about 99% give or take a little. If anyone on this planet does not like this, well, bite me. As I said this, I got the tiny mini font attack, that I got a lot in the short time, right before my horrendous “2008” “family-kidnapping” experience. We will stop for right now regarding these two dates, and totally FISH-TALE seemingly unfathomable story of the MAGICAL NON-COINCIDENTAL WAY TOO PERFECTLY TIMED DOUBLE-DATES, OF 08/02/86----08/02/96. This is a real mind bending situation, for me anyway. I had to fucking live through all this fucking ass hell. You all have the nice luxury of being entertained with this tale, and all though I know it is true, and all of the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS know that it is true; you are all saying, and I will quote it, “OH, HMMMMM, that story telling Mountainpen, WOW”.

I was not supposed to tell about this. SSJK said not to, oh boy. Before I get into it, FIRE ALARMS GO OFF IN THIS BUILDING every single day, sometimes only for a minute and then stop; so I know that there is more to this bullshit than I currently have information about. Anything these twisted fucking bastards from HELL can do to me to make that dirt bag *(STOCK MARKET)* endlessly go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; THEY WILL QUITE OBVIOUSLY KEEP DOING, AS THIS ALL BEGAN ON 08/15/1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never ever stops, am I correct, AGENT FALCON, AND AGENT CONDOR, YO?????????????????????? Now before Madonna closes my glandular funny funny curtains, 28 years ago, lymph nodes and MOVERS and copyright tapes all notwithstanding; let me address a powerful deal that I know I did in fact tell and blog back around 2006 and 2007; about a dude by the name of Marty Kravitz. I thought this man wanted to cause me trouble for no good reason, and now, I see the great Paula King, as the player behind this one as well, STANLEY; and am I steamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day after I told him I would not be working in his meat market any longer, so that I could work as a Plumbers' Assistant for Tom Reale, in the summer time in 1970, he started a rumor, that I had lost my mind, and was freaking out, and he made up all kinds of wild stuff, and for no apparent reason; after all; he could very easily replace me with any one of a hundred other boys at his market, that could do the job as well as I could. I was told this on the very same day that I was told that I was not imagining the student teacher by the name of Miss Zenkiss, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Bancroft School on Kings Highway, named after the great King George Himself of England, who my ancestors went to war with. Strange things were indeed happening to me in 1970, it was quite continuous and perhaps almost unrelenting. The year opened up after all, with the great soap show of New York, Channel-7-ABC Network, called “DARK SHADOWS”, with their LEVIATHAN CULT, and Paul Stoddard, and the great PAYMENT DUE date, my birthday. The big story can be saved for another blog, it is late and I need to eat and crash; so let me merely tell the highlights. Maybe I did lose my mind, and do all the things that this old boss said that I did; that old Marty Kravitz, of Westmont, New Jersey. I have no memory of it, but I have little memory of other things also, and in some cases, none at all. I did not recall the 1968 trip up to visit my Aunt Ruth in Babylon, Long Island, New York; until right around the time that I wrote the blog titled, “Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”, in February of 2009, and yes, on KARGE-DAY, the good old 18th. There is no chance that any of this is a coincidence. If it is and I am wrong, then I beg either my daughter, or the other person; to tell me that this is so, as otherwise; why go on sending me so many mixed signals? Still, Paula King may have blocked out of my mind, some of the mother fucking bullshit, that indeed Marty the butcher, claims that I did, back in the latter days of the year of 1970. How do I know my mom did not find out about the reason why a world famous song was playing called, “UNDER THE BOARDWALK”, and tell me, and then we all went crazy, and ALONG CAME CLUELESS PAULA, NOT MISSING ME, oh no copyrighted little yellow sheets of 2008 paper; but just her powerful IAD-ETTOS MIND CONTROL tactics, and paranormal somnambulist abilities, of hyper-dimensional travel, power, and ultimate control?

Well right now, I do not know who thanks me, or does not thank me; be it my mother or my father, or anyone else, or theirs, for that matter, Mister Cohen; or any other Hollywood, Cali resident for that matter. I tell true stuff. I have no reason to sit here in the middle of the night, spewing out a million lies, or deluded ideas. I know the power of playing with the 5^th dimension, as well as the power that Paula has, and uses. I was there when I lost my BOB, and my 'CHAIN'; and now I am here in hot miserable Florida, with nothing left. All was lost, and these pricks sit up there in the north, laughing at me. Well, one of these mother fucking days, I will get my laugh on mother fucking all of you.

SSJK told me not to tell how we were together in HER GREAT CITY, back on Monday in the human world, or said better, when SHE allowed me to begin the Monday Dream, with some memories from the Astral-Plane, regarding this event or interaction is a better term, that I will now impart to this world. She was singing 'Love Is For Carpenters', HER greatest song, to me, while we were in the great Celestial Palace of Kanwal Avenue, in SDK, in the Province of Olympia; and SHE told me, that she would allow me to take the memory of the true melody, back with me; into the waking and mortal world. When she did, I awoke with this memory, and was late for work, as I needed to play it into my keyboard memory, as I sure do not trust my memory all that much. I have been playing this all week long, using headphones. Now of course, since this transdimensional tune, has been electronically stored into a memory system; it has similar results, as if it were recorded onto studio systems, and tapes or CD's were made. Sorry about any inconvenience that this may have caused the mortal world, or am I? Why should I be sorry for enemies. Why should I care or do any favors for them either, Quentin Petofi Collins, of the autumn in 1969????????????????????????????

Sorry I failed the test Sarah-Stacey, and told the Marty stuff; but you all ready knew that I would when you told me. In fact to quote your wonderful mother, Jewelly; your top VIQUEEN on the AP; you guys all knew this for 50 million years. WOW, what a wild clan of awesome and suigenerous proportions.

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"the continuation of "The Epitome of Harrassament"

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS A LOT MORE THAN I EVER THOUGHT BACK IN TIME

‘PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS TNG-PIGS’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM—-DATFILE–080808.777—ORIGINAL POSTED DATE AT BLOGGER DOT COM.

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Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through.
I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong.
This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. *****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.*****

the continuation of "The Epitome of Harrassament"

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLVI-------(0656)

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

STARTING BLOG:

MY 58TH BIRTHDAY IS ABOUT TO GO FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR AS USUAL, ALL BIRTHDAYS AND FESTIVE FUCKING OCCASIONS ALWAYS JUST ABOUT DO.

I awoke to a horrendous despicable mother fucking diareah and cramp attack that kept me on the toilet for most of the mother fucking morning. Right before that, I know there was a knock on the door. I answered it but no one was there. Or was someone, and my memory again is erased, and maybe Paula raped me again for all I know, and this up set my poor old fragile body, as I am not a young man. Who can ever know anything for real, in my twisted up fucking ass life, folks? Then on top of the strange knock, the physical death beam strike attack, and feeling like I have been struck down by one of General Patton's tanks, I seem to have new upstairs nabes or else maintenance men working in the apartment, I cannot be sure. I am hearing a lot of furniture being moved, but recently, I have been hearing it, and also recently, I have been extra warm in this apartment, and I think I may have new folks up there that love to blast a lot of heat out, WOW, even more fun for the Mountainpen, and they call this fucking paradise down here, maybe for the fucking cunt rest of you it is, not for fucking ass me, YO!!!!!!

It is an overcast day here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy (FPFLUSAESMWG). At least there is something good about the dam day, I love overcast and dark skies. Bright sunshine is not for fucking me, folks, maybe I should have married Roseann Delaney back in 1969, if I could survive her hickey's that is. Oh well, what did Dave Roth's pal Bob Vandegrift say a lot, about trade offs, I just ended up trading one for another, huh Mike McNulty, AHA-AHA-AHA??????????????? Then shortly past ten, BING BANG BOOM, the across the hall nabes chimed in with their fucking usual shit, one door slam after the other. These are the worst fucking neighbors that anyone anywhere could ever possibly fucking have. I sent Debbie an e-mail yesterday in the late afternoon, but it was hacked I think, as I never saw the message pop up that it was sent. All this time I thought it was me just a stupid fucking moron who could not operate a personal computer, when all along, it was mother fucking sick evil hackers, fucking with everything I do. When they do not want something to work, it just doesn't work, and when they want the entire system to just fucking cunt lapping freeze up, it does, and so fucking forth, folks. It was never me, it always 'THEM', the WOMO-LILI-2-FORCE, who fucking cunt else?

Last night when the jerk offs across the hall were noisy until nearly midnight, I asked SSJKK to do me a miracle, and she spit in my eye, as usual, as things got as quiet as a church mouse at that exact time, and stayed that way with them, until a quarter past ten this mother fucking diseased cock sucking morning. The cosmic forces have no intention whatsoever of cutting me a break, so MEXICO is my only way out of this mother fucking dick licking mess, come the new fucking ass year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So away I will go!!! How would old Harry Callas have put this, I'm Oudddddda here, or is that ball? No, it's THAT-BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX DOCUMENTARY NARATERS AND CREATIORS, THEY TOLD HWWHEN PEOPLE FOUND SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON FILM, THE AIR FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES MADE IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED THE FILMS AND PHOTOS BACK, AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER OPENED UP THEIR MOUTH AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE A MOMENT'S PEACE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THIS ALL AIRED AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW YOUR CITY, NEW YORK, CHANNEL ELEVEN, TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY, IN 1988, WHILE I WAS LIVING IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL AVENUE. I may have mentioned an address of 7 East Main Street, that was an error, that was the address of an attorney who I had gone to for complicated reasons.

'SLAM SLAM SLAM BANG', NO I DO NOT THINK DEBBIE GOT MY E-MAIL, SO I WILL TRY AGAIN, AND IF THEY FUCK WITH ME, THEN I WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT, THEY ARE SHOUTING OVER THERE AND MAKING HORRIBLE SOUNDS. Yes, they have made my 58^th mother fucking birthday, ANOTHER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, hay you big heroes out there, yes you must feel really tough huh, able to destroy and wreck, the entire life of one little totally defenseless fucking guy, who has no resources or family support,and 'no nothing', to quote Diana Ross, also, the reason that I have neither, is that you took it all away from me from the minute I left high school.

Here are some new YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS. Later on shortly, I will discuss my father, both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds of wild shit manifesting itself around my life, and then after his death in 1981, and the real hell after that or second phase, beginning with the Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number 1802, forcing me and my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey, and then from there, it was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that moment on, right up through the very present times. You all know I speak the truths, about this and about how wicked my kid's family all is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is simply no other rational explanation, and even Elisa, the fiance' of Joe King back in oh-Marola-8 and oh-Marola-9, would agree, as you would know if you archived blogs from May and June time circa, from the poor persecuted cursed Mountainpen. Well, Gawky Gaukauk said this persecution has to do with WALL STREET, and this shit can get ultra super frightening and dangerous, so let me die Sheriff Monks and Sheriff Mascara, and my BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, not mine. I have begged all of you for help, and these wicked horrible peeps are murdering me, at the speed of light cubed, while you stand there and just watch.

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I JUST TOOK A HUGE COMPUTER BLACK CRACKER HACK, FBI AND ACLU, THEY FROZE UP MY ENTIRE COMPUTER, EVEN THE WORD OFFICE SYSTEM, I HAD TO PULL THE PLUG AND GO THROUGH A SYSTEMS RECOVERY PROCESS. I AM DRIVING OVER NOW TO THE FORT PIERCE POLICE TO DEMAND SOME PROTECTION, MY LIFE IS IN MAJOR DANGER, THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING DAY OF THE PAST TEN FUCKING CUNT YEARS.

THIS BLOG STOPS HERE UNTIL I LEAVE THE POLICE DEPT. AM HEADING OVER TO THE POLICE STATION NOW TO DEMAND SOME PROTECTION.

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[ 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
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