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Good morning good people out here. Greetings from the mountainpen. You will find the new blogs sometimes at the beginning and some times at the end of a new master sheet for Morianity-Part-V. It is long, and until it says END OF MASTER SHEET, it is still the MASTER SHEET, containing repeated statements and photo images, and etcetera.



On this blog, I will put it in the near beginning and post it now, so remember, at the far end of it, is my blog and thoughts for right now, I would not miss it if I were you, it is a little bit urgent that you read it, WEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!

























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The assault on me started when the photograph that displays at the blogger dot com site on my blogs, not the wordpress dot com site, that shows the stock market DJIA, and just as the peak of the morning had begun ticking downward, BOOM; these nabes began to assault me. I used to have tons of this exact evidence of things before this wonderful family made it all go away, ever so mother fucking cleverly, right Agent Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas, sir, Federal Bureau of Investigation, YO YO YO YO YO YO???????










If I am so crazy and wrong, you would not see all the proof and evidence that I have already displayed and shown. I need not paste up a Moby Dick sequel called, total proofs of all of Mountainpen's persecutions. Really folks, it just ain't fucking ass necessary! Still, I have accumulated lots of new shit that none of you have even conceived of seeing yet, should in fact I decide to paste it all up in time. Any time you want to know when I am being persecuted, during opening hours of the stock market, just watch the photograph on my blog, as it changes with all of the techrachaunical magic of all of Ireland and all of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates all combined and commingled together. When you see any kind of a curve downward, THIS IS WHEN THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE IS PERSECUTING ME MORE AND MORE, and then it will let up if they cannot get their way, but if they can, and it swings back up, I take even more; to keep things going in the direction they wish, and to increase the momentum as well. I have suffered through this mother fucking cat shit now since 1986, so don't even think about trying to tell me it is not really happening. My believers, I love you. The rest, hay, read, enjoy, scoff, doubt, or Andrews Whatever, as I said; I know what I know. Screw anything else at the speed of fucking light squared! I did not bother asking my doctor for a note so I can move to the other building, they would just find a way eventually to get at me there, and all the work would be for nothing, and expense as well. I won't be falling into that trap, but there is another way to skin the cat, and that is to follow the advice of a long dead neighbor and electrician from Westmont, New Jersey. Copying Nurse McDowell's 1963 advice first and not waiting to fail at getting any second chances, I will strike but once. Possibly my Resident Manager did this thing that I will not let anyone know about by printing it and handing amo to this vicious enemy; but whether she did or did not do a certain thing, there is someone who I intend to bring into my fold, remembering the great Charles Ponti, the great Mullica Township TV Blaster-Boob, and of course, John McDowell. Hay, at least I'll be able to say at the end of the day, or month, that I tried something. No one needs to know as if I tell it, I'd be fucking cunt lapping screwing myself, and that should be obvious to a fucking ass retard, but if not; I know that the military forces of the world understand my strategy and battle tactics 100 fucking percent YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NIGHTY-NIGHT MOTHER FUCKING ENEMIES OF WOMO-MILITUFORCE, & FRIENDS.







Thursday and Friday shot fucking way up because of all of the major black hat computer hacking done to me!!!!!!!! This would be the days of August 22 and 23 of 2013, WHAAAA! THEY WANTED IT BACK OVER THE FUCKIN G K MARK, AND SURE ENOUGH, THEY GIOT IT BY USING ICPE-TECH OR APE, (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) against ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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But where are you when I god dam need you, lovely baby-blond??????????????????????????????????????????????































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OK, I AM BACK, and am on REGULAR TIME again, Copyright Office, and still awaiting the Pau forms, so I can copyright my “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, the full entire song. But what regular time? I got those forms half a year ago almost, and sent my stuff for copyright back on the third day in July, of 2013, and now am merely awaiting the registration certificate. The actual title name of the musical project containing numerous old and new songs, all redone for the most part in a compilation, is MY YOUTUBE MUSIC. Funny though, as my site is gone, I am all done playing the social garbage media game, I don't like head-games, leave them for my mom and others in the fam, WHAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!





This is my legal right to do, and no one alive will stop me, and yes folks and believers, I PROMISE YOU THAT, LOVELY MONQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



As for why the search information page, does not display on Wordpress, but does on Blogger; all I can say is, I am not a Software Engineer. Different blog websites, have different software. Still, just go back onto this, clear it by clicking the homepage for the Copyright Office, then click into the same page that you left, not by a return arrow key, but by getting the top left screen full ID number of the page, and when it takes you back, if I had just typed in something, it would not reappear on a master part in the Copyright Office's Web-page. Even I know that much. Also, unless you are using a million inch screen monitor, hit your control and your + key while holding down control, once or twice, bringing my blogs to a bigger easier to rear printing size. Why enjoy a lot of eyestrain?





IGNORE THE SHIT BELOW. THE ACCOUNT IS CLOSED OUT.












YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983




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




Only the opening title words are real.



NOTHING IS REAL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ONLY THE VOID!!!



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



YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00175. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!





Well, just as I TOLD YOU GINA, THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WILL GO ENDLESSLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, and especially when they totally wipe out my weekends, and this has been an ongoing parallel-event now with my life since August 15, 1986, and you all know this quite well, and are all sick to death, as am I, of hearing it repeated a trillion ass times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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














HELP ME PEE, YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is AUGUST 25!!!



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



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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County, in New Jersey. Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied. I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only, where RU when I need you, oh lovely AG of FLORIDA????????????????? PLEASE!!!!!!







December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)



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

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

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

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

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


If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.





FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY, SHIELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983



NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC



TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.





NOTHING IS REAL, ALL SMOKE AND MIRRORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.



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AUUCH, HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?



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



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





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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***





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





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The bottom of this master sheet contains new blogging, ladies and gentlemen, please do not stop reading!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By By for now, big KAL.













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

CHAPTER 00175, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



























Yes folks, this ends the master sheet.





This actual blog will not be real ass long, good folks, I promise you, YO! But it needs to be said. It all fits together in ways most if maybe none, can really know, but all that is important right now is that I KNOW why I am doing this, and please just read along, and absorb, just be my wet sponge for right now, with some tiny bit of an open mind, thank you. Harry Houdini has a lot more in common with Herbert Huntington, my distant cuzz, than he ever may have realized but that as Donna Gaines might have put it when alive, is neither ''hair nor there''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, things may make sense, but if not, then it is not supposed to. Forces in the great ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) know what I will be trying to do ion this blog, and ain't all that happy about it, I am getting lots of bullshit as I try to do this blog. Don't worry, I am not back in Moorestown in '88, and I am not going to say 'Hile' to myself in my last ''lifetime''! In fact, I won't even say Lyle, I promise, Jerry Brown and Muscleman Schwarzenegger, and exes from non-Texas.





Now here is the way this is going to go, and I am actually setting a few ground rules, just to please the man who kept me from living underneath a bridge, Mister Eckstein, from Haddonfield special Education School of Neural Health, the Bancroft, on Hopkins Lane. The ground rules while you read this short little blog now are to try and forget that you are even who you are. You are a judge sitting in an empty room with nothing outside beyond it. As you read, my very existence depends on what sentence you decide to pass on me when you're finished. Your authority however on passing a sentence, is not quite like a judge in a normal waking world court room. I want you to believe that after you read just what I print now, on this one blog starting right this second, will have an effect on me greater than your mind could hope to imagine if you were 1000 Einstein's all put together. Just play along with me, after all, everyone seems to love 'head-games' so darn much, so let's play, just for now, just for 15 minutes. I will never ask another thing of any of you ever again, I totally promise. When you pass judgment on what I say, instantly, picture me flying or maybe falling, into whatever kind of a hellish abyss imaginable, with no bottom or end to this flying fall. As I fall it grows darker and darker, and I fall faster, and it gets so bad I wish I was on fire with oil all over me instead of this. The only thing that can reverse it is any of you saying, just on what I say on this one blog, wow, this little fucking prick just might have some valid points here and there, Jesus Christ Almighty. Now that's all I'm asking, so let's play.





I am not going to ask anyone to take time out of their bust schedules to archive any of my old blogs from early October of 2008, while I was helplessly kidnapped under Stockholm Syndrome, at 65 middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG, at that nightmare time, you may if you wish to of course, but I'll simply for now remind you that I posted two blogs up to a few blogger sites, Blogger Dot Com being one of them, on the fifth day in this horrendous tenth month. The second one early in the afternoon, is going to prove at least to the UFO COMMUNITY that indeed, there really is an aerial force in the skies that is in communication with our minds, on all of our levels of awareness/consciousness. I said ALL OF THEM, and I meant to say it. The story of how a dream was really a repressed memory does not matter right now, what matters is that some mother fucker up in the sky in some kind of powerful air ship, was in direct communication with me first, while I lay asleep and dreaming to use your idea of all this, and then instantly upon waking up, I was still, shall I say, CONNECTED, to this, whatever it was, and is. The exact way it all happened is 100% as Yogi Berra said it so well and complete quite a while back. But not only with the perfectly timed attack, and then another major one as I told the story on my word document that was then blogged up before leaving for my job at Cifaloglio that afternoon, but the second I awoke and told Diana through my special telephone that was only connected up to a lightning ball machine, where I was and what had happened, in fact all I said was, ''Diana, I just came out of a powerful wild interaction'', and BOOM, a helicopter with amazingly powerful sound was just instantaneously over the roof of the home where I was in bed telling what had happened to LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now today, nearly 5 years in the future from then, I had some small plane and chemtrail action while outside on a couple of errands; one being picking up my monthly meds. But only moments before all this when shit was totally quiet up in the fucking ass sky, I had told a few things about the great family, AKA 'TAWF' as I've come to name it over the blogging years; to three people, in the pharmacy, two I had no way of knowing I would encounter, and the other one knew I was coming over, and the exact circumstances are not important to what is being talked about right now, so they will not be detailed. The point is that I said something about THEM to PEOPLE, and KABOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





As other blogs keep on moving my story ahead, I will tie in about a trillion other similarities; that is not that important for me to do right now. But I did need to open shit up a little tiny bit, and so I did. If I ever tried to tell all I wanted to tell, it would take 500 years, and no one would get it anyway, as you would need to be me and actually experience most of this fucking horse shit nightmare. Still, I trek on, as what dam ass choice do I have, YO?





Tom Reale who molested me as a fifteen year old boy, was a lot more than some ordinary child liking sicko perv. The night he thought PEE SENIOR got at me on the following year, by his outlandish wild behavior when I exited that jitney bus that late night on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, proves that if nothing else does. First off, there is no record criminally whatsoever of this man, and according to all the television and legal authorities, none of these sicko pervs just pick one person and do this shit to them one time, and they don't have the endless luck of the Irish, and never get caught either, sooner or later, that old wheel spins around and wham, you're fucking toast, you fagot. Only this never ever happened to this sick mother fucker, but IS HE just a sick mother fucker, or was a lot more going on in the scummer time of 1970? Well, did I really just wake up from a strange dream 38 and a quarter years later, and could some super loud whirlybird really just suddenly appear over the house as if by Harry Houdini Potter Merlin Huntington, at the split second I said through the phone to lightning, that indeed I just popped out of this wild ass interaction? Well, you all know what yogi Berra and I think, and now, you judge me, and you judge my words, and you judge my motives. I don't want a fucking thing from my dam daughter, only her happiness. If she wants to play this absurd game for what seems like forever with me, fine. Still, there is so much more going on and this would not be a pencil dot in a galaxy cluster of all the shit going on all around just this little bit of blogged crap. Still, it is all I am going to say for now, about this dog-shit. I'll add in one thing more for now. His girlfriend who loved my ''gorgeous hair'' to quote her almost every morning when I'd run into them on my way down to the fucking beach, was Victoria Callio, and the lifeguard right there at the beach closest to Cornwall avenue was her nephew Frank Callio. Then there was Mister 'Magic' Allbright and his telephones, and then there was the nuclear shoes that got me fired from my job in cherry Hill, New Jersey, 18 years in the fucking future. But I did say, I would not go on, so let me be as good as my word, as if my word is shit, then I too am shit. A man is as good as his word, Elly Ellen Helen Magic bus stop on magic days in middle July, both in '70 and then up 27 years in the electrical dreaming future in '97, and holy shit cow, KALI, another 80-08m Harry Callas inversion of Phillies digits, and WINS, with or without time trips just a week before the blog mentioned.

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