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DECEMBER 2, 2013,
MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:15
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:——-
“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”
“LONG TIME PASSING”
I AM JUST WONDERING WHERE SOME OF MY PEEPS
HAVE GONE, AS I AM SO ANXIOUS TO HEAR FROM
THEM!!!!!!!!!! ”IP” WITHOUT INTERNET.
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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. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ”IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother’s friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born.
HELP ME PEE, YOU’VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is DECEMBER 2.
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- Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
- Morianity Foundation
- The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
- To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
- RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS.
About me:
| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | paranormal researcher |
| Location | Hammonton, New Jersey, United States |
| Introduction | Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. |
| Interests | I close my mind to nothing |
| Favorite Movies | all old movies |
| Favorite Music | most old music |
| Favorite Books | Gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future |
You forgot your mom’s birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother.Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? Couldn’t their blind eyes win or see???
MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
So where are all my mysterious friends hiding, I am left alone here to ponder and scratch out my few remaining hair follicles? I cannot seem to get any messages through to anyone, but then, I must admit to not checking all my sources of messages on a daily basis myself, but I do within 4 or 5 days. I was so looking forward to hearing the details eluded to about my tape-find, when you were but a young man, ADS. Also, I am quite disappointed in the Gods of the Astral Plane. I spent 8 years plugging them and now the Science and History Cable Channels are all over it; and what did they give me back, nothing? What did they take away from me? My awesome wonderful daughters. Nice entities, really worth paying great homage to and worshiping, would you all not sarcastically agree with me? WOW, what a weelwee WHAAAAAAAAAAAAONDERFUL WORLD, EHH???????? I added the double ‘H’ so no more sink holes would possibly make the great school of mystery and detentions sink below the sands of time, with or without queens and kings of all colors and sounds, right Ernest Merker the great? IP and WOW!Where have all the folks gone who used to at least communicate once in a while with me? You really all know how to emmereffing hurt a person, lovely folks!!! You go Northbrook, Illinois.
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Well, maybe when Microsoft Spellchecker adds great Chicago suburb areas to their computer dictionary lists, I may be in the Hundred-K Club for internet shouters. At the rate it is going, this may be around the end of twenty fifteen somewhere, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I should have left, and gone to mother fucking MEXICO, a few months ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess we all move on in our own good time, and in our own personal way, right Steve Caruso, my old landlord pal and Fibbie Agent??????????????????????? YOU MISSED ME JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE, HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed. 
Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PMIt was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Anyone can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this is some fucking ass poker bluff, WOMO-M-2-F!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let’s see what we can do, to take a bite out of all this for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.
{{{(((O—U—C—H)))}}}
WHERE ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????
WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, ……..
”Me from 1985”, I’m Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
© THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
COME ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HEL PE, YO.
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Jim Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. It was also freaking James T. Burr the great wise mighty guru of the All Knowers Club, who lied to my face back in 1983, telling me he attended church regularity and later admitted to both me and the great love of his life, Connie Chung; that he was lying, and he had the unmitigated testicles to tell me in the same lying breath that I AM A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, and that SATAN WAS GOING TO TAKE MY SOUL TO HELL IF I DID NOT GET TO CHURCH. 1978 September issues of STAG MAGAZINE, all notwithstanding here, wow Connie, you are a gorgeous roll in the hay, I’ll give you that one, Queen of Sleaze!
Folks, I was planning to go see Mikey up on Hutchinson Island yesterday, Sunday. By early on Sunday morning before the dawn even broke, or Dawn broke my face; either or; the ‘TOOTHACHE MAJOR’ button was suddenly Susan pushed, and the pain was more than just steroidal, it was grown and on its own, without any universities, Einsteins, or babbling brooks.
SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, have mercy upon me!
If I were to tell what I really wanted to, I would be found in little tiny pieces, scattered all over Saint Lucie County, Florida, with all its wonderful flowers, right Joe Berrios?
Gooollllllllleeeeeeey, Sergeant Carter, USMC. Is this real, or is it Memorex, or is it fucking Techno-pop, in the name of smelly shit buckets, great world???????
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012 NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
‘GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING’
MOST LIKELY THIS TUNE IS PART OF THE 1983 © COLLECTION, SAGA OF SONGWRITER
MARK MUD, TITLE.
COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE ONE
I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
And I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE TWO
So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE THREE
They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE FOUR
You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So you’re not giving any of your fish away
END OF SONG.
THIS DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDS IN 1983; AND AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.
IT IS NOT ON THE LIST YET, THINGS TAKE TIME, WOW!!!!!
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This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
THIS IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE, BACK THEN, TOO LATE!!!
I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, SCREW-U!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT, I’m the freaking silly one around here, not you or McNulty for crissake!!!!!!!!
This is MY INTERPRETATION. Where are you Abby Car?
MOVEMENT STAGE # 57, AND ‘NO MORE STUPID RHYMES‘***********************
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- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
OR DON’T, IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF CRAP ONE BIT!
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HOW CAN IT BE 69 FREAKING DEGREES AND FEEL 85, WOW, GUESS IT’S SCREWED UP ME! That is more believable than other going theories around this corner of the galaxy cluster, over the past few million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O—H——–S—H—I—T, here goes the Mountainpen, new and old kids all over the place, lovely Kimmy wild from 1981!!!!!!!!
YES INDEED, STORE THAT SMELLY STUFF HIGH IN TRANSPORT, AND THANK YOU FOR THE ROYAL FUCKING, YOU LOVELIES UP IN LUCY, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND I DON’T BUT ANY OF IT, AND I DIDN’T BUY IT THE SECOND THAT SMOKING DEAL CAME INTO FRUITION. LAUGH AT ME ALL YOU WANT WORLD. JUST BECAUSE MY PERSONAL RADAR IS WAY BETTER TUNED THAN YOURS, DOES NOT MAKE ME WRONG AND CRAZY ASS NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STILL, YOU’RE GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT TO SO MAY ALL BE DAMMED.
As for TRS or Stacey’s Dogtown Vengeance, here is the biggest one: It would not matter to the people in charge of pummeling me to kit, if I had more international exposure tomorrow morning than Brittney, Hannah, Paris, Trump, and Pitt all put together, and told all the secrets I have told as well as all the ones I could tell. These entities that currently are people are above and beyond any of it. This is not a poker bluff, and I know this now. It is beyond futility and being hopefully pointless to waste my time and energy any further on this strategy, as simply put they do not care, but I must tell the world in good conscience why they do not care, since I know, it is duty, total duty to tell this, there is not even remote choice about it. Remember in prior blogging texts I have told you all with authority of certainty, that humans and human governments are not covering up Ufology or any other huge secret along these or even similar lines. Humans cannot keep secrets, the missions in the middle eastern part of this world over decades of time proves this, and so does the fact that the military itself, is the inventor of the expression, SNAFU, or Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, real servicemen are not that polite about the F word, or said better, the [F] letter in SNAFU. Humans could not ever keep astral secrets, not in 4 million gods forsaken years. It is those above these humans and above any of our human organizations, whether they are military or government or religious, that are in total control, the Manipulating Controllers, also known more officially in the circles of “DEATH”, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, is totally in charge of WHO GETS TO KNOW WHAT AND WHEN, AND WHO DOES NOT, and can make an entire society blind and convinced that a blogger is just a crazy nut case and not to ever be believed in part let alone in full. They do not care what is transmitted, as they can always totally affect the outcome of what is able to be received. This past sentence is as powerful as the short compressed description of humanity in general, “THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED”. These two/tow sentences MCH, (millionth-council-hackers, are the ALL in the ALL, it gets no more descriptively accurate than this, not EVER!!!!!!!! So my worrying about telling vengeance and retaliation secrets are just a total freaking waste of my energy, and I choose no longer to waste the valuable energy remaining inside my mortal life as Mountainpen, it is of a finite quantity, and I am washing pigs in the liquid soap of pearls. Stacey is very against this type of defiled waste, read her original words, forget my stupid blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I wish to say two/tow/hack things that once would be perhaps considered by me as in the range of TRS, but I say this now not as retaliation, it just needs be said, and right freaking now bwaby-wuv. As you know, I claim to know many astral plane entities and gods, and many mysterious things, I also have told you who I am related to and why this sin debt curse is on this family, backed up with freaking real biblical evidence and a secret Masonic lineage chart as well. This curse makes my life miserable and I want to pass it onto a cousin in the family and do it while alive, as I was told by Gawki that this can be done, but only one man on Earth can do it for me. This same man showed Nancy Reagan how to manipulate huge events as well, including a desert sand storm in the Middle East that basically got her miserable California Governor husband elected to the Presidency. I too know how to do storms, but not total removal of powerful family curses through transfer. All these facts can be checked out, but my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was a personal good friend of the Shaw of Iran in the nineteen-seventies, and told me something unbelievable that I never shared with even my closest pal David Roth or my own mother, Gerry’s sister in law as her brother Stuart Mason married Geraldine Snow. I am not letting this knowledge out. I will tell you that Reagan knew the huge clock stoppers secret of HOLLYWOODS HYPERTIME. Remember he WAS Hollywood, the guy was part of the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD 4 Crissake!!!!!! Shadowy ‘things’ move all around us too fast to be seen unless you have a professional video system that can display ten thousandths of a second frame after frame. This is one way they stopped me from winning at roulette at Atlantic City after they caught onto my ability to make money this way and break the family curse. Misses ARE knows all of this and more, and QUANTUM CARDDECKS, don’t go here, she and some of her friends invented it, I just stole it through a secret back door, look, I have a videotape of Donna Summer tying her shoe on Pacific Avenue in the summer of 1980, while hubby Brucie keeps right on walking southbound a few blocks past Resorts International, leaving her to run and catch up to him, chivalry died in the 1980’s along thank the gods, with disco. But this does not alter the fact that I built a AV system in 1979 with a few parts of RPL stuff that may have grown legs through a dude named Joey Sivo, and I am able to spy better than the top coves in the world, so puke you. I know more about Nancy R and her friends than even the damn Secret Service does. The day her hubby woke up from this dream, you would say DIED, the air base in Pennsylvania persecuted me to death beyond description, I have it all on video, it all will go up on the website including the time stamp on the video proving it was not the day of the air show, http://www.morianity-foundation.com, I am referring to the Willow Grove Air Station, that has been Nancy R. {Spell-Spared} on more than one occasion, as she all ready knew this was needed to operate to get at me on the day of Reagan’s wake-up-call. The video along with shoe lace tying Donna from 1980, it all will be eventually in this website’s SREAMING AUDIO/VIDEO system, y’all ain’t heard/seen puke juices yet Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Stay-Cee tuned bwaby wuv!
Speaking of Stacey or Cee, and Dee, my lovely DEEDEE was all over me those two/tow days of hell and persecution, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY last. I love you DEEDEE!!!!!!!!
Speaking of Stacey or Cee, and Dee, my lovely DEEDEE was all over me those two/tow days of hell and persecution, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY last. I love you DEEDEE!!!!!!!!
Stacey wants me to tell something, but she is going to have to do something for me first. If she wants this so much, then as Moses would say, a little falling manna for the hungry wouldn’t exactly hurt. I will say this much before the manna drops, if it drops. Maybe I made more than 490 stupid moves in my life, but I had more than 490 stupid reasons and fears behind my decisions. If I cannot be forgiven and given one more chance, then maybe I will just stop all this blogging and let you find another entity to work through. You are a hard task master. I am not perfect and you should know that; if anyone knows that. I do not know or care about the stamps that I mentioned; as it is not money that I am interested in. I need more closure than even Gawki gave me, I need to know why me. Why did you do so much for Donna and leave me to rot here? Donna got it all by making that deal and THAT BOY got whirled into a damn twister the size of Utah. WHY!! Stacey, you want man to forgive 490 trespasses, now it is your turn, my teen queen.
Well, last trucking rock chucking runt slapping and bunt tapping week was pure ultimate epitomized DOGTOWN, MW word is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a horrendous week, every stinking rotten day, and their dirt ball stock market, just as I said it would, TOOK THE TRUCK OFF, AND FLEW LIKE A DAMN HUMMING BIRD. UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, just keep pouring it on against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim MOUNTAINPEN, BWABY WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!! Continually persecute and harass poor me into the ground and wreck my life totally and absolutely and full and wholly and completely, and this scum ball DOW JONES has but one direction 2 travel baby-cakes, and that is UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP AND UP!!!!!! This has been going freaking on now with me for nearly 22 years, since the spring and scummer time of 1986, the freaking AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, [ACLU] obviously along with the great and mighty Google, do not give one rats grass about helping a victim out of an unspeakable and unconscionable nightfreakingmare that will not ever end!!!!! The reason along with all the persecution that I received, that the Dow Jones flew last week, is because I had to work around my residence with Ann Silva, like a damn dog, and many a dog lives better than this dog does, and that is a fact. Property damage and sky persecution, and all the other terrible constant trucking harassment’s that I am forced to endure, is making this evil market rise forever, and endlessly will, until I screw up my wussed out courage, and use my passport and just walk out of this evil empire. My more immediate plan is simpler and safer however, and that is that I will be blogging starting next week, onto a fourth and new blogging site, after I choose the one I feel most suited to my situation, as I have Googled up the NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCE stuff, and there are lots of sites to choose from. Ultimately, it is my desperate hope that some person with clout or even better some institute takes an interest in studying me and my horrific dilemma. I will come back to this in a minper or so, I just got the market report on Philadelphia’s famous amplitude modulation {AM} radio station KYW, at 1,060,000 cycles per second frequency, or at 1,060 kilocycles, and the Dow flew up Monday through Wednesday while I was miserable working like a dog, and taking Ann to the prison where her daughter Dawn is soon to transfer out of and into a program in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG, and it was a totally wasted trip, the warden would not let Dawn keep the coat her mother was previously told to bring to her, and I could go on and on with Atlantic County and their totally screwed up system so just do not even get me freaking started, but Thursday it dropped and they persecuted me to get it back up, and again Friday it dropped, but a second day of major sky persecution brought their fixed ICPE JESSICA MARKETS that were down almost 100 at one point during Friday, back up 70 points, to only close down about 28 points on the cheated freaking day, and for the cheated stinking trucking week, these evil markets gained 1.4%. Ed does not know beans about many things yet acts like he is all mighty GOD on the Earth, telling me the markets are heading down, and all they do is forever each and every week, keep moving UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Now let me move back onto the new point, with my starting after first telling y’all that the 34 and a half club of total Jag-Officers here at work that ain’t in the military services, are now starting an early arrival, in fact it is 3:47 in the ante’ meridian, and for 2 weeks now, they need to be renamed to the ASB-2-1/2 to 4 CLUB, as they all have moved up their times by roughly a half hour, still loud and annoying pains in the fun shaker, or for short, the trash of the trash, but the ASB can stand for the Annoying Scum Bags. Also, lots of dirt balls on motor bikes were out everywhere, yesterday, Friday, February, wow, maybe it’s freaking July and my calendar is off. The simple reason this world has gone literally to Dogtown [HELL] in a hand basket, is the WOMO, or the WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. Basically put, they own and control it all, especially Hollywood and the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, and this entire garbage hellogram all around me and everywhere, is there as a result of this entertainment world control and domination over the masses of totally ignorant blind and susceptible people of the mortal world human race. Bearded Bob next door, who no more wears a beard by the way than I do or President Bush does in this part of hyperspace anyway, but he loves to say to me and you can read all about this in many previous blogging entries, that “NOBODYS LISTENING, NOBODY IS READING YOUR BLOGS”. Well, I do not agree BB for 2 minimum reasons as follows: First is Jason Cali, and secondly, is Existence Without Interaction, or EWI from a Prior Blogging Text [PBT], and Friday’s New York City newspapers, forget now whether it was the Post or the Daily News, but one of them, well, read it through, you’ll see what I am talking about. The odds of these things being a coincidence, I would put it to any statistician or professor or doctorate holding degreed statistical mathematician, to be an expert witness for me any time in any court of law and disagree with my call that the numbers would exceed one million to one that this is random coincidence, NO SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS READING WHAT I AM SAYING BB, DON’T HAND ME ANY OF YOUR MORSE TAP BUBBY. Even rhymed, the stench in my mind is vivid, and that is what your words to me from last year are and were, MORSE TAP, Yuk!!! How I wish I could legitimately have the famous Beaver Cleaver diary, “Went to school, ate lunch, pet cat, came home and did homework, went to bed”. This is not my reality bwaby-wuv. It is now 3:25 and they have hit me with a cramping attack, so I must now pop some Metamucil tablets that I bring to work with me, the dirt holes. Now it is a few mini-periods past 4 in the moor and I am feeling better with the mets in me, no, not the ball players from NYNY, Frankie slob.
I do not expect anyone to be able to follow along with my trains of thought, but just read and let your mind translate it to you in its own way, as this is all I ask. If you read and think simultaneously, THIS DUDE’S A SPACE CADET, then why read the blog, read Mo Tillie’s “How to make turtle sauce” or Jimmie June’s “mechanic stories”, really, I’d rather you would if you’re gonna read my words closed mindedly. Nothing just happens. The stories that I could tell to the world right now that would be hungry to hear them, would blow everybody from Heredahellda and back. Guys; let’s talk our real favorite subject, and no 5th dimensional Marilyn Macoo, not sports. Women will always be guy’s number one topic of conversation with sports a close second, as long as red blood courses through their veins. Now for example, and in much younger days, let us say 1978 through 2000 for example, I can look back in 20/10 hindsight, and see that every time an encounter with any woman occurred, it was not chance and was totally planned by, well, I do not know this enough to swear to it in court, so leave it there for now, OK Mr. King? Anyhow John, and other Johns, and let me be more polite now, but every time a female entity would pop up around me that either was definitely interested in furthering some kind of human relationship with me be it for the minute or hour or short term, or for life, as we will get into later, as I refer to these 3 interim’s as TS, TI, and TL, with the [T] standing for target, as let’s face it, as men see women for the most part as sex symbols, women cannot talk, they see guys as lifers/sugar daddy’s, and this includes almost all of the women except for the very career minded percentage that would tell me to my face to go to Dogtown for saying such a thing, but it is truth in high percentages, whether they like it or not. The other right initial following the T for TARGET, stands for Short, Intermediate, and Life or [marriage]. Women for the most part are looking to take a man to be with her for life as an ultimate goal, even though most now from teens through 20’s, want to play-only for the first 10 years of their romantic lives. But then they unlike the male counterpart of the human species begin at 30 or so to hear a loud tick-tock sound, and it bothers them. All of Hollywood and all of the wealthy and famous people and their ability to financially afford literally hundreds of varying medical procedures cannot really alter or stop the reality of how long that have remained alive on this spinning ball of puke called the Earth, and the effects that time has on us in our cellular reality. People can play games all that they wish to, the point is that every 24 hours lived on this green/brown Earth; we are now a day older, like it or jump off a bridge. But both men and women by 40 years, realize that in two areas of life’s most important parameters, romance and financial status, basically we have only to look forward to about what we have been able to achieve at maximum, and at less than a very optimistic view, a decline of this on a near horizon. I am no different than anyone, other than the fact that I have a major spiritual problem as the churches of the world would say to me. I do have an enemy, and this dirt bag enemy in church lingo’s and translations is THE DEVIL, AND OR SATAN, no two/tow ways about it, Miss Chillie. So how do these points all merge and cross into each other? First, the world is changing at a speed unlike anything ever in mans present world’s recorded history. If past civs existed and vanished into dust as the History Channel says, then most likely, we as a race on this planet are de-evolving, meaning becoming less towards reaching spiritual enlightenment and truth as a combined physical race, each time before a civilization terminates. I do not want to get into any one point too big, as the point I am attempting to convey is bigger than any part of the stories that I’ve now just started opening up. Let me now return to the part of when I was younger and either with my pal David Roth or by my self, and women would aggressively start trying to do their feminine normal thing when they saw an eligible young male. Nothing could be more normal. My life, even though I am 100% straight, and love women physically, is so far from normal and average, that it could be used in a dictionary to describe the meaning of the word far. No one alive in 2 Kate, ever could fathom what my total life is all about or what it has been like living in it. Most reading this I know are thinking to themselves, you got it bud and I don’t wanna know either, cakes. Hay friend, I do not blame your grass at all; you just are expressing a normal healthy attitude. I know if you were me and I were you, this would be my thoughts indeed if I was reading a whack job blog like this. Hay, I am a person, I know how what I say sounds to the ordinary mortal person. I am not in the MC, nor am I MC as you now must say in this PC world where the [R] word ain’t accepted. Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, duh, your old now you stupid duosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, brr. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blogaud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. I jokingly referred in a long distant prior blogging text to an everyday item available at every store, ketchup, and said that if I really liked ketchup, I mean morning and noon and night, thought about eating ketchup and this was primarily all that was on my brain, I would wake up tomorrow morning into a reality where no longer would there be an easy way to ever get ketchup, you would have to risk jail and bankruptcy for it, perhaps physical harm, and I could go on. Do not get nuts on me now, this is just made up as far as ketchup, I won’t tell you what this really is, I am not a sickie looking for blood, so don’t think dumb things, but I am not going to blog it. But if someone out there understood that there is a real way to forever change the stock market and the two sports teams I refer to so much such as a real Philadelphia Phillies fan, and could see that they could get this for me with no problem, just as easily as ketchup, and by doing so, if we shorted the market, we could become billionaires, or bet the Phillies to win, once I can get this “thing”, you do not have clue one the power involved in my words, not clue one, but Bush knows, the fortune 50’s know, Firing ugly old fart Trump knows, they know, and they would have a million ton cow in their pants if I could ever reach some truly enlightened people that would cooperate with me, it would mean an almost instant end to the world as we know it, oppressive, regulated, all in the special interests of the owners and controllers and selfish arrogant manipulators. I am not making offers or telling any details other than saying that my words are all true, and very powerful evil people on this planet, know just how true Madonna blue they in fact are. I know that certain things are totally unknown to this human race. I know that some people out there are always looking to find out secret truths but are extremely skeptical of being conned. This is why I tell you right now, I do not want anyone’s money, I do not want to have sex with anyone, I do not want any illegal thing, but be careful with this new politically correct system, as you could wake up one day very soon, and find that it is now illegal to yawn in a public place, or say the words ‘Mary Pippins’ in a grocery store, don’t laugh, you haven’t got a clue what is happening, or what I know, or what I am looking to get and can’t, and how it could change the planet overnight into unrecognizability. If I was really the nut job that the Trumps want you to think that I am, would I honestly have wasted this much time and energy, meticulously writing all of this blogging material over a 2-3 year period? Just think about it for a minper without a booming stereo in back of you, be quiet and think for just a second. My website has a guest-book. Persons wanting to know things are always invited, but I will turn away from a closed mind with extreme speed, I do not have the patience or the time to be insulted or messed with, no games. Gawky Gaukauk gave me a lottery number that came out in the autumn of 1980, and he told me the other night by human reference frame, that soon I must leave the United States behind forever, or I will be driven totally insane for the rest of my natural life, and be useless to Stacey, myself, or anyone. I will leave Gawki, believe me pal. To put up with this much foolishness, MAKES ME A DAMN FOOL.
I do not expect anyone to be able to follow along with my trains of thought, but just read and let your mind translate it to you in its own way, as this is all I ask. If you read and think simultaneously, THIS DUDE’S A SPACE CADET, then why read the blog, read Mo Tillie’s “How to make turtle sauce” or Jimmie June’s “mechanic stories”, really, I’d rather you would if you’re gonna read my words closed mindedly. Nothing just happens. The stories that I could tell to the world right now that would be hungry to hear them, would blow everybody from Heredahellda and back. Guys; let’s talk our real favorite subject, and no 5th dimensional Marilyn Macoo, not sports. Women will always be guy’s number one topic of conversation with sports a close second, as long as red blood courses through their veins. Now for example, and in much younger days, let us say 1978 through 2000 for example, I can look back in 20/10 hindsight, and see that every time an encounter with any woman occurred, it was not chance and was totally planned by, well, I do not know this enough to swear to it in court, so leave it there for now, OK Mr. King? Anyhow John, and other Johns, and let me be more polite now, but every time a female entity would pop up around me that either was definitely interested in furthering some kind of human relationship with me be it for the minute or hour or short term, or for life, as we will get into later, as I refer to these 3 interim’s as TS, TI, and TL, with the [T] standing for target, as let’s face it, as men see women for the most part as sex symbols, women cannot talk, they see guys as lifers/sugar daddy’s, and this includes almost all of the women except for the very career minded percentage that would tell me to my face to go to Dogtown for saying such a thing, but it is truth in high percentages, whether they like it or not. The other right initial following the T for TARGET, stands for Short, Intermediate, and Life or [marriage]. Women for the most part are looking to take a man to be with her for life as an ultimate goal, even though most now from teens through 20’s, want to play-only for the first 10 years of their romantic lives. But then they unlike the male counterpart of the human species begin at 30 or so to hear a loud tick-tock sound, and it bothers them. All of Hollywood and all of the wealthy and famous people and their ability to financially afford literally hundreds of varying medical procedures cannot really alter or stop the reality of how long that have remained alive on this spinning ball of puke called the Earth, and the effects that time has on us in our cellular reality. People can play games all that they wish to, the point is that every 24 hours lived on this green/brown Earth; we are now a day older, like it or jump off a bridge. But both men and women by 40 years, realize that in two areas of life’s most important parameters, romance and financial status, basically we have only to look forward to about what we have been able to achieve at maximum, and at less than a very optimistic view, a decline of this on a near horizon. I am no different than anyone, other than the fact that I have a major spiritual problem as the churches of the world would say to me. I do have an enemy, and this dirt bag enemy in church lingo’s and translations is THE DEVIL, AND OR SATAN, no two/tow ways about it, Miss Chillie. So how do these points all merge and cross into each other? First, the world is changing at a speed unlike anything ever in mans present world’s recorded history. If past civs existed and vanished into dust as the History Channel says, then most likely, we as a race on this planet are de-evolving, meaning becoming less towards reaching spiritual enlightenment and truth as a combined physical race, each time before a civilization terminates. I do not want to get into any one point too big, as the point I am attempting to convey is bigger than any part of the stories that I’ve now just started opening up. Let me now return to the part of when I was younger and either with my pal David Roth or by my self, and women would aggressively start trying to do their feminine normal thing when they saw an eligible young male. Nothing could be more normal. My life, even though I am 100% straight, and love women physically, is so far from normal and average, that it could be used in a dictionary to describe the meaning of the word far. No one alive in 2 Kate, ever could fathom what my total life is all about or what it has been like living in it. Most reading this I know are thinking to themselves, you got it bud and I don’t wanna know either, cakes. Hay friend, I do not blame your grass at all; you just are expressing a normal healthy attitude. I know if you were me and I were you, this would be my thoughts indeed if I was reading a whack job blog like this. Hay, I am a person, I know how what I say sounds to the ordinary mortal person. I am not in the MC, nor am I MC as you now must say in this PC world where the [R] word ain’t accepted. Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, duh, your old now you stupid duosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, brr. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blogaud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. I jokingly referred in a long distant prior blogging text to an everyday item available at every store, ketchup, and said that if I really liked ketchup, I mean morning and noon and night, thought about eating ketchup and this was primarily all that was on my brain, I would wake up tomorrow morning into a reality where no longer would there be an easy way to ever get ketchup, you would have to risk jail and bankruptcy for it, perhaps physical harm, and I could go on. Do not get nuts on me now, this is just made up as far as ketchup, I won’t tell you what this really is, I am not a sickie looking for blood, so don’t think dumb things, but I am not going to blog it. But if someone out there understood that there is a real way to forever change the stock market and the two sports teams I refer to so much such as a real Philadelphia Phillies fan, and could see that they could get this for me with no problem, just as easily as ketchup, and by doing so, if we shorted the market, we could become billionaires, or bet the Phillies to win, once I can get this “thing”, you do not have clue one the power involved in my words, not clue one, but Bush knows, the fortune 50’s know, Firing ugly old fart Trump knows, they know, and they would have a million ton cow in their pants if I could ever reach some truly enlightened people that would cooperate with me, it would mean an almost instant end to the world as we know it, oppressive, regulated, all in the special interests of the owners and controllers and selfish arrogant manipulators. I am not making offers or telling any details other than saying that my words are all true, and very powerful evil people on this planet, know just how true Madonna blue they in fact are. I know that certain things are totally unknown to this human race. I know that some people out there are always looking to find out secret truths but are extremely skeptical of being conned. This is why I tell you right now, I do not want anyone’s money, I do not want to have sex with anyone, I do not want any illegal thing, but be careful with this new politically correct system, as you could wake up one day very soon, and find that it is now illegal to yawn in a public place, or say the words ‘Mary Pippins’ in a grocery store, don’t laugh, you haven’t got a clue what is happening, or what I know, or what I am looking to get and can’t, and how it could change the planet overnight into unrecognizability. If I was really the nut job that the Trumps want you to think that I am, would I honestly have wasted this much time and energy, meticulously writing all of this blogging material over a 2-3 year period? Just think about it for a minper without a booming stereo in back of you, be quiet and think for just a second. My website has a guest-book. Persons wanting to know things are always invited, but I will turn away from a closed mind with extreme speed, I do not have the patience or the time to be insulted or messed with, no games. Gawky Gaukauk gave me a lottery number that came out in the autumn of 1980, and he told me the other night by human reference frame, that soon I must leave the United States behind forever, or I will be driven totally insane for the rest of my natural life, and be useless to Stacey, myself, or anyone. I will leave Gawki, believe me pal. To put up with this much foolishness, MAKES ME A DAMN FOOL.
YOU MISSED ME JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE, so ha ha ha ha ha, and no ak ak ak ak ak ak ak, Billy, but let’s discuss the major OPEN OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM CRASH, every time you right click to add this to the dictionary or try to, and the second you right click on any of these AK’S, bang, the system crashes and you have to go through a recovery process of clicking into boxes until it is restored. No I did not call 911 on Thanks Giving Cunt Lapping Rotten Ass Day, as this is just exactly what the enemy wanted me to do, get myself in trouble with the authorities. I was born at night, but not last night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE FUCKING DEVIL, THAT IS WHO IT IS; and he used to be my old record promoter in 1980, William Lenny McKinnon, and whether you choose to buy into reincarnation or not, hay man, I would willingly give up my fucked up life on any global or cosmic battlefield for your right to say to me, ”HAY MARK MOUNTAINPEN, YOU ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKING STUPID NUTCASE, YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED”. I would not have it any other cunt lapping way, good folks, and hopefully, neither would you, YO!!!
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I said there was a final message, and it is short and sweet, yet it is big, I assure you, so please pay attention. I am not saying that the only way to test out hyperspace theory is to create unknown art by known artists, a little thing I sort of picked up from Doctor Chief of Staff Medical Center Lockner’s hyperspace, from the original Star Trek, Mister Immortal who’s stage-name is perfectly know to me but is being hacked out of my mind with ETOSS POWERS of the LAMBRIGGER PAWM-PIE, who ended up in the Twilight Zone after jumping off a train, oh, Mister Flint, they usually unlock the mind hack freeze if you fink about it in more details than WOMO wants done; not that they want anything done, right ex-governor Kean and Golden Nugget Hush Hush Casino shit of late 1983 Atlantic City, and not the Willoughby Funeral Home of band concerts and late nineteenth century areas of less stress and pressure; but aniwho Flo Poolbox; I did sort of learn a lot from this man and his wild collections because he really was all of those peeps in the past; still, this is by no means the only way to play with hyperspace-equation, as I have termed it or to experiment with the goal and motive of receiving a certain HSE or Hyper-Space-Effect. These other avenues are just as bit as fascinating as creating techno-pop bull shit songs, to watch universes slide and bump up against each other, in the night, so to speak. All this will be explored a lot more in the blogs to follow, but my fave experiment is of course, creating musical unknown tunes. It always has effects, and if shit is not backed off soon, I will not have a thing to prove, once I make 20 copies on cassettes, from my Windows Media Player on my PC, of my file after it is repaired to where I had improved my 1983 song, ‘YBCO’. You will see biblical proportion fuck ups around the world if this keeps going against me. Think it is a poker bluff huh, you’ll-C! They perhaps won’t see, and need to learn the hard fucking way, and so they fucking shall, dear-world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THESE FUCKING TIMES AND DAYS WERE BAD, WOW, SPEAK ABOUT THE EPITOME OF CONTRASTS, JUMPING OUT AT A FUCKING PERSON, LIKE W—O—W!!!!!!!
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MOUNTAINPEN NEW BLOGS, ”LONG TIME PASSING”,PLEASEHAVE A VERY VERY WONDERFUL NICE DAY, MY VIEWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PRAISE THE GODDESS!!!!
I am going to discuss a little math and science with you, and will try my best to keep shit real freaking third grade level or around there some place, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MICK FROM ’71.
Folks, before I get into shit; here is the normal paste in shit, that any old readers may be sick of, but that is why Goddess invented a scroll knob on your mouse, or however you may want to do it. I can always hope for an occasional new reader, although, based on counts, I know that my viewers refuse to plug me anywhere nor do they have any interest in my music at all and is why I removed it. Don’t let me bother anybody. My mom brought me up NON-PIG. She said if someone or something doesn’t want you or whatever you have; shake the fucking cunt dust off of your feet, and let them choke on it while you move along; no arm twisting. Well, her advice is especially good for someone like me, who has the physical strength of the average nine year old, MAYBE on my good days if there ever are any of those, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE WE GO, Copyright Office musical projects from 1980-2013, and all other folks non-(C) Office connected, WHAAAA MMCN from 1971!!!!!
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BOY COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE WOW.
Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
So do I plan to tell you all some more about the great coworkers of my mother and her office days at Lavino, Shirley Levinson, and Patricia Hollister, and just how my mother and I decided it might be a good idea for me to go to the office of a certain throat specialist in Northeast Philadelphia, roughly a decade or a tad little more, and in the very same neighborhood practically, as when my Saturn car was completely brutally ripped apart and all my items in it and in the trunk were boosted by hip-hop thugs and total miserable lowlife trash, right my buddy, Sheriff Kenny Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida????????????
Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ”look-alike” aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I’ll merely say that Shirley, Patty’s coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ”My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we’re giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????
This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family ‘situation’, call it whatever you like, saying ‘curse’, makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I’ll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won’t talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ”one of those NEXT DAYS”, here in this hellish PHA!!!!!
Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn’t be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won’t respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don’t need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major ‘something’ and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ”mom, I never fucking told you that”, yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ”Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don’t you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor’s office that day”. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don’t skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ”what did you tape on the phone”? I came back with something along the lines of, ”I’ll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom’s lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ”shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day”. Then my mom screamed back that, ”Shirley said you couldn’t of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father’s and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together”. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ”she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell”. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty’s Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the ‘shandaleer’ in my mother’s bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom’s fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family’s way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I’d be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I’d kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ”the dream”. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she’ll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don’t need, so I won’t say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic city knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump’s Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!!
Well folks, this blog comes to an end for right now. I will be telling a lot more very soon. The next stop with our power drain time ship only allows us to get back as far as the nineties, the beginning of this decade, where I should be living at 1102 Robin Hill apartments, in Voorhees, but will I be with all of these many hyper space alterations, good peeps???
Would I open and answer the door to the wild crazy lady of mystery, the African American neighbor who told me that if I did not let her tell me something, it would effect the entire remainder of my life. Wow, where are you right now, Mister Parade Man?????????????? For that matter, let me just do a real Helen Zebriski BAGGAGE, and a WOW as well, in big font of course. MOUNTAINPEN’S BAGGAGE CAN BE DESCRIBED AS THE QUINTESSENTIAL WOW.
JEESE LOUISE SURFER FONTY, YO!
RECENTLY, with no help from a soul, the cosmos has spoken to me through itself and the events all around me 24-7-365.2422, and my radar as I said, is tuned quite high, IE, things never shut the fuck up for me, I hear shit in my sleep; to use your forward-mortal way of perceiving and speaking about this kind of stuff, folks. It seems that every decade and every century and every millennium has a reason for being significant beyond the other 9 digits involved in the fullness of time as measured by the Earth Year system. Folks, it is simple scripture, and most of us in most civilized nations, one way or another, do indeed live by biblical code or law, or call it whatever you like, my friends. The great TRIPLE GODDESS (Mother-Daughter-Electron) gave us 10 fingers and 10 toes. The number 10 has a powerful connection for using our standing non animal new age self dreams of more recent evolved times; and this number is more than major significant in using hands as tools and needing a thumb and four fingers and two hands to complete our best possible human mobility system that places us far above the ”animal-kingdom”. Same thing with the feet. Same thing with the year of 1990, right Ron Wirtz, Senior, at the Camden, New Jersey, County Prosecutor’s Office? Right silver Volvo driving next door nabe who had something of epic and humongous proportions to divulge to me at all costs. Wow, I can almost hear bob McGuire here, ”It’s now or never”, you know, down on Tennessee fucking ass Avenue in Atlantic city, New jersey, back on 7 February in the afternoon in the year of freaking 1997. Jeese Louise SURFER FONTY DOHERTY KICKACAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I suppose this works in all dimensions, but then, I can always be in for the shock of my miserable life, right bright eyes billy Crouch and ten grand magic battery Joe from twenty-ten. Yes, another ten year, as was 2000, 1980, and all of them, and we have not even opened this book up to the preface part of all this yet, good viewers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE for now Cali COW!
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, ”TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE”.
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I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.