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Beautiful
moon, I love you, and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of
you, directly from the energy part of me, my signal receiving device
or human brain thoughts, channeled directly into fifth dimensional
hyperspace dreams from the higher sixth dimension of the MIND REALM.
You will always be my moon, oh lovely beautiful giant girl, shine
down on me as I love you
endlessly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,710, IN EQUIVALENT.
WOW
honey Bee, those queereecrows do taste delicious, that and Chex are
my faves when it comes to cereals, well, and I supposed Frosted
Mini-Wheat's also. All good tasting and nutritious, and I have been
told that I am most likely the only person, that insists on eating my
cold cereals dry. I use no milk or any wet shit in it at all, no
adding sugars, or anything else as well; just plane cereal, for a
plain Jane; only I am not Jane; nor do I slap people's lives apart;
now that I know her friend won't get mad, and beat me up. Wow, and I
thought that I had problems, World News Video Rentals. Jeese-Louise,
Surfer Fonty wild north-shore transdimensional parallel universes and
car kicks from lovely girls that end up working their HSE magic into
my waking world consciously attached universe. Double frikkin' ass
WOW!
JL
you are so gorgeous it hurts me poor little eyes just to look at you
on TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
16, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 4:40,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 45 DEGREES FNHT.
LOVELY
AND COOL, MY AC IS SET AT 85.
IT
JUST RECENTLY STOPPED GOING ON ONCE AN HOUR, BUT THE TEMP. IS ONE
DEGREE HIGHER NOW.
''And
to think I used to say that I'd never see snow again''. Good
old Commerce Bank before TD took it over, and made my wild
hyperspace interaction with Paul, and
Florida, and the snow, all come together, once before;
back when I was 'dreaming' that it was early in the year 2000, and
had recently moved into Jenny's shitty miserable mobile home park
hell!!!
DEEDEE
WAS ALL OVER ME BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP.
I was staring at DIANA'S lovely bright colorful full moon, you know,
the Mitsubishi recognized, new beauty in town. And I will be staring
at her all over again very shortly. I feel her right over me, tugging
at my spirit, from the roof of the apartment above me, with the Rose
Jacobey incarnate residents, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
'QUEER-EEE-CROW'
OF THE NON FLYERS HOCKEY PARALLELS FROM 1986 ALL THE WAY TO 2013. GEE
PANDORA MORTAL GAME STARTER MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHATEVER YOU DO, YO, DO
NOT ATTEMPT TO 'SPELL-CHECKER CORRECT' THAT WORD IN RED
UNDERLINE. IT CRASHES THIS
STUPID ASS PROGRAM. Good Lord, and a quarter, William Leonard
McKinnon, my old 1980 record promoter ''pal''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss
Chillie did you say,Lenny? Some
local folks think it is chilly down here, but I
still have my AC set at 85,
and it goes on. Maybe other units are running heat and it somehow
bleeds into my unit. Sheeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete freaking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
Mikey
did not die, it was a simple hyperspace experiment, folks, sorry if
this upset anyone, let me explain this to you all, good peeps. In the
powerful interaction where I was with Paul and it had snowed three
feet all over every inch of Florida, Mike had died, and I came back
here thinking this was real here in this universe, until the phone
rang, and it was Mikey. By having this happen, things altered in a
HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION, and I'll explain just what happened
right now. Originally he had been thrown out of where he was staying
with two ladies that he knew from some time ago when he lived in
Miami quite a while ago. They had sent him out to buy some hamburger
for a stew they were going to cook up, and 5 minutes later, he calls
back, after I distinctly hear friendly conversation and they asked
him to go out to the store and get this food, and then he called back
and the world did a BLUCRAN and turned
upside down with Jimmy Stuart and his bleeding an non-bleeding
Christmas punch lip. By my remembering how he died from them throwing
him out, and he drowned himself in the ocean off of Miami, he never
was thrown out and never jumped into the water to off himself. Ain't
playing with hyperspace great and cool, Mister Innonannon of mighty
Potter Magic and parlor tricks from auto reverse cassette systems, to
very tasty cupcakes from a local New Jersey food store just yards
away from the home of my daughter's third cousin twice removed,
Leticia Tilley, if this twinternet can handle all these powerful
berry towns, along with Professor's Einstein and Kaku and all of
these cosmic laboratory experiments, that seemingly never ever
end!!!!!!!!!!! But then, why should they, after-all, they never ever
begin either?
Holy
Mo, this is frikkin' ridiculous, Mister Kaiter. Hay Queen Katy from
1997, did I just say redeeeeeeeeeeekulous????????
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I
just left a parallel universe where a gigantic southern storm had
struck the furthermost south, and Florida was deeply covered in snow
for the first time since humankind settled here and in this universe.
Studio Park Records was still operating, and was larger; and Dawn
King was alive, and had not passed, back on New Years Day, of 2011.
It was the same date as over here, but Paul, my ex partner in this ex
business, was down here, for whatever reason, by himself; in Fort
Pierce, along with me, and we were about to make the trek up north to
see Dawn, and other family members, about some connected business;
and I remember being very unhappy that I had to go back there, and
deal with wonderful Dawn King. At the end of this interaction in
hyperspace, or ( dreaming this dream), it was night time, icy cold,
more snow was pouring down as if someone literally was using a sugar
shaker the way one would use a salt or a pepper shaker, the winds
were howling, and it was blizzard conditions. I then said to Paul
right outside of my building, ''And to think I used to say that I'd
never see snow again''. I remember saying this as clearly as a bright
light-bulb Microsucks fucking hack. What assholes you are with this
stupid nonsense. Let's block it again for the duration of this
fucking typed document. If it was not a hack, I could click the
fucking shit on it, and go through the motions and it would not
insist on coming back on over and over again, annoying a blogger who
is trying to concentrate on his mother fucking work. So it is a hack,
and don't bother telling me otherwise, unless you totally know what
is going on, and wish to mother fucking share; thank you very much. I
am sure only Microsucks Corporation knows what is 'groping on', as
they might say, one rapist to another, in a daily joke. Don't think I
have not been raped, and molested, and abused, not once, but on five
different occasions while in adolescence. Talk about wanting to
fucking wash your hands, at any height; David Deezy, and the Hip Hop
Rap Gangster Thug World!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEEDEE
WAS ALL OVER ME BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP. I was staring at
DIANA, her lovely bright colorful full moon, you know, the Mitsubishi
recognized, new beauty in town, for all old and new kids from early
in 1978. Suddenly a strange vehicle pulled over and parked right
across Avenue B, crossing also over Seventh Avenue, and no one lives
right there, and no one exited the vehicle, and it remained there
with the lights off for five to ten minutes; then drove away. Maybe
some dude picked up some ho and got a fucking quick-off and drove
away, as they would do all the time, back in my neck of the woods, in
a place called, non Roddenberry Camden, New Jersey, with or without
any ESST, or Exploratronic Supermind Society Travelers. Suddenly
before this vehicle drove away, I spoke to my beautiful moon and told
her that I am concerned about this vehicle, and within a minute, she
sent a flock of huge lovely hawks or DEEDEE BIRDS all over me, right
outside my sixth floor apartment window. I said hi to all of them,
and they flew all around me, and let me know that they were up, as
dawn had just cracked or first light before the actual sun was
rising, and they were indeed carefully watching over me, as they do
always. My Sarah-Crows, as David Roth would call them starting at the
tail end of the year 1986, all left me after my ''queereecrow''
incident, but my DEEDEE hawks are all the more taking good care of
me. I have been told by my moon, that if I stop with the
''queereecrow'' shit each time the Cheerios Cereal ad spot comes on
television, the crows will forgive my bad actions, and come back
around me, to look out for me again, against my vicious MILITUFORCE
WOMOTAMM ENEMIES, the human-world doppelgangers of the LAMBRIGG
CULTISTS of the great mighty ASTRAL-PLANE, or the PHASE-2-REALITY of
existence, out and away from the VOID INFINITY, or PHASE-1. MESSAGE
TO MYSELF IN THE FUTURE, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SPELL-CHECKER CORRECT THE
WORDS IN RED UNDERLINE. IT CRASHES THIS STUPID ASS PROGRAM.
Well in any event, seeing snow again, not just on freaking bloody
shoe television, was really quite ''cool'', in more ways than one.
As
for why Paul and I were heading back up north, it had to do with some
problem with artists we had, and Dawn-Marie King was one of them. In
this universe, she had a very nice singing voice, but had no interest
whatsoever in music other than being a fan of other artists, and
music appreciation in general; but over in this parallel reality
universe, she was an artist herself; and had even a meaner
personality; and I was upset that we had to go up there, and deal
with her about some problem. I remember thinking, and this part of
things is totally true and applies here in this universe of my waking
world; how I dread being anywhere near this monster woman, and even
with big Paul, this dread was still totally chilling me to the bone,
without that wild snow storm all around me.
Someday,
the world will advance, and know the triangle reality, of dreams,
hyperspace, and exploratrons. Until this time arrives, folks will be
missing a very powerful part of truth all around their existence, and
of those that they love. In all honesty, I can state with a full and
open heart, that it is like you all are living with one eye, one ear,
one arm, and one leg; and have done so for several thousand years;
and are so used to it, that having two suddenly; would be thought of
as awkward and undesirable, to just about anyone of you reading these
words. But if you made the leap, and as I said to Professor Theodore
Jackson in 1984, in a metaphysical taped telephone conversation,
''crossed over'', without the added on ''fucking around'', you would
in no time flat, see brand new frikkin' horizons,
L-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
indeed, we all have those varying crosses, not over, but ON OUR
BACKS, and they tend to get heavy, as even the stories tell how Jesus
fell down twice and needed to be aided by some big strong dude who
helped him to carry his burdensome cross all the way up to the top of
Calvary's great hill, where the Roman Empire executed its criminals,
with this horrendous, agonizing, torturous, monstrous method;
called, crucifixion. WHAAAAAAAA!
Good
old Jupiter Inlet, Florida, no snow, just boats all over the place,
and lots of pretty water and real estate, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, ''I'm so
impressed'', to quote you, great and adorable non super Aunt
Geraldine ''Snow''.
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
THANK
YOU KIND VIEWERS FOR BOTTOMING ME OUT AT 1947.
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
What
I never did get around to telling you lovely giant Gina Queen, is
about the Exploratronic Supermind (ES), as this was not what you and
I were there with each other to do. Two powerful things will be
discussed as we get into and past the journal cassette tape numbers
15710, and well into the 15 thousand seven hundred teens, and not
teen queens; shit could my heart stand up to such a
thing??????????????????? These two items are as with any good
football game, where a team is planning to win and not just suit up
for the fun of it; both offensively, and defensively. So what is
poor old Mountainpen talking about with all of this horse shit; I am
quite sure that many by now, are asking themselves, as they must
also do quite a bit.
Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into
one of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and
dominate them without them being privy to it. They do not go
unconscious, but merely begin doing some things that they later say
to themselves, gee what made me act that way, why did I say, or do;
such and such a thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You
liar''! Then for all of you football and gladiator fans, of the
yesterday ghost inside of all of us, huh Debbie Sevensign Moore;
there is the other side of this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the
defensive. This is learning while here and awake, to recognize, when
one of your more advanced hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is
trying to work their magic on you. After-all, of course this is
going to work two ways and in two directions. What fucking road only
goes one way? One way streets are a traffic command for vehicles to
drive one way or THE OTHER WAY, still, there are two ways, or
directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law
makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Get any of this huge
shit yet, when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did
my 61st grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a
while back, altering the history of this planet, ultra huge time,
YO?
FOLKS,
COMPLEXITY IS BETTER DEALT WITH BY EVEN REALLY STUPID PEOPLE, THAN
PURE FREAKING SIMPLICITY. In its fullest form, this cosmos is
totally 100% explainable, but the simplicity is not acceptable to
the mind of anyone over 4 or 5 or so in age years. Their minds
reject it saying; this is absolutely silly and ridiculous, due to
its seeming simplicity. But real pure major simplicity, is anything
but simple; because you think you are getting it, and you, simply
put; are not getting it at all,
as with my endlessly reiterated example of the magical two sentences
that prove your enlightenment is complete, when grasped; and yet
sounds absurd to any non fully enlightened entity, and that being,
''You
exist. Time is pure illusion''. Grasp the power
of that, and you will be in a psych ward later today, and so your
brain actually has a protection mechanism built in to keep you from
going completely nuts, and you say; ''oh I get it, it's just
stupid''. No, you don't get it, or you'd be a babbling moron in one
minute or less, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whether
one is blunt or subtle or anywhere in-between, what is said is not
the issue. The issue is always, what is able to be received by those
listening to something, or for that matter, what is being seen. No
two peeps report the exact same scene the same way, or remember
detailed items of color or size in the same way. Is it truly that we
are all so different, or is there a more magical possibility in all
of this? I learned indeed there was, on a very icy cold and snowy
morning in the nineties, in a place known as Gibbsboro, New Jersey,
while transporting my mother to the Lindenwold High Speed Line Train
Station, so she could go to work on that particular day. Still, I
want so bad to be subtle, and say a thousand cool things, but nobody
gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops with
extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts. I had
plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous
toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until
last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a
coincidence, huh Mister Berra? Well, I certainly agree with you, old
pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm. Now there cannot
be plans to see Mikey on or off the island. He was found washed up
in some sewer drain a few hours ago, dead and gone. You are left to
wonder in this world, or I am at least, just what would have
happened, if I could have proven to this world, all the shit I had
on Robert McGuire of Atlantic City, and all the horrible shit this
evil demonic prick did to me through many years, from destroying my
property, to causing all manner of havoc on and around both me and
those around me. It was a pleasure to be your pal, Mikey. You will
be missed.
This
blog is printed for now just as a short tweet to let you all know I
am here, just as was stated in 1988, in my song called, “Prophet
of Nothing”. This was merely one of the tunes in the compilation
called 'Epitome of Harassment', and was misspelled, and is why on
the forms you see posted, the word
“SIC”standing for SPELLED INCORRECTLY. The Copyright
Examiners have the 1988 conversation where I
am talking quite heatedly to my friend David Roth, and my mother as
well, in a home on Central Avenue, in Moorestown, New Jersey. The
subject was indeed the STOCK MARKET, and also quite
naturally; my problems with it, as a result of being on the
receiving end of “very powerful people” and forces, using ICPE
and APE technology against me, regarding all of this.
To
function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a
totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to
know this, simply don't, but it takes a lot of money and flowing
readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created
for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the
MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983 when the DJIA
for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the
three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would
take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts here
and there, but there really is no short story that can be made about
this monstrosity. Some things, unfortunately; just cannot be
shortened, and still produce a worthy righteous item. If I
compressed this incredible deal here good people. I would just be
trashing everything. It just cannot be done.
I
have become for reasons that elude me, quite homesick, and plan to
leave soon, and go back to New Jersey. This is not a hoax or a
temporarily thrown off the track poker bluff for enemies; this is
very real. It will be after the holidays of course. I would never
dare do anything that could put me in jeopardy with life and limb
during my Waterloo times, being none other than the holiday season.
This is a precision clockwork reality with me every single year,
whether I like it or not, they do not need my authorization to make
my life a living hell, and keep me endlessly down and out and beyond
miserable. A child can see this blatantly obvious truth.
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ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, and what a shame that
I don't have anybody on my side of the fight, that's worth a mother
fucking toot hoot don't Indian-cry pollute!!!!!!! Jesus Christ
Almighty Goddess and family.
I
WANT MY PROPS, LOVELY GIANT GINA OF '97.
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, KEEP LAUGHING!
BUT
WHAT I WANT, BIG BEAUTIFUL GIRL, AND REALITY; ARE NORMALLY SPACED
APART, IN MEGA LIGHT YEARS,
SWEETIE-PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
AT
LEAST IT IS COOL,
with or without the WORMHOLE in COOLEY HALL, or LL and other music
giants and Christmas Tree Angels of magic. As
the military dude in ''HAIR'', said it so well; ''GOD ALMIGHTY, AND
LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS FUCKING
HACKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
my blog is on life support, and well under the 2000 monthly page-hit
level. I have tried it all, nothing seems to help me generate any
interest in my powerful globe altering potential
truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I was going to tell you the story of last year's QUEER-EEE-CROW
television commercial, and how it connected the major hell
persecution that began around me in august of 1986, just as in this
time 27 years later almost to the day, but the computer CRASH HACK
ATTACK OF STACEY JACK LATTISAW, screwed shit fucking up,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what I started to write on that blog, and now, I will go in and
tell what they MIND HACKED AND MACHINE HACKED me out of telling
before, HA-HA-HA!!!
One
of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A
tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and
wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have
enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. Still, I did not like
that stupid rotten bland female singer who used to always sing that
line at the end of the ad spots, that went, ''The one and only
Cheerios''. Well this was all getting on my nerves last summer, and
reached a crescendo of a sort with me around the end of August,
where I would always turn the advertisement off and just flick the
remote control to a different channel each time the stupid add with
the lousy bland singer would come on. Two things seem to be paralled
into all of this however, whether I like it or not, as nobody ever
gives me any choices about my hell in this fucking ass cosmos,
folks. Two things began to occur immediately following my continuing
to flick the ad off each time, and say out loud to the television,
just to annoy the ghost of Theresa Pennock from the middle
seventies; ''Stick that QUEER-EEE-CROW
shit out your ass''. Now for reasons that are part of fucking cunt
lapping cosmos, the great Microsucks word open office 3.1, keeps
crashing whenever I try and take the word ''QUEER-EEE-CROW'', and
when not capitalized, and the red spell checker wavy lines appear
under the three small 'e' letters, and I click to add it to the
fucking cunt lapping ass dictionary, boom, it crashes the fucking
stupid ass cunt eating program, for the goddess only fucking knows
why, YO YO!!!
NOW
THIS HACK STOPPED ME FROM TELLING THE STORY, UNTIL NOW, A DAY LATER,
SO HERE GOES, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
as soon as I began saying this, all the crows that always used to
follow me on all of my errands, totally vanished. It is right out of
the Twilight Zone old black and white television shows. They used to
be already at my bank on days I would go there steadily each month,
as well as in other various locations, and then poof, all gone. They
also hung around my apartment building, now, it is as if every crow
was shot by the Farmers Crop Protection Club. But the real huge deal
here is that both dates were in August, and involved me hating a
television vocalist and an advertisement that was repeatedly on and
annoying the fucking shit out of me. My cunt eating pernt Mister
Archibald Queens Bunker is really quite simple here, and Professor
Kaku knows what I am speaking of here, the second that he reads into
the following sentence and paragraph. I promise the world that,
right here, and right now; oh lovely Corecedin
LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK,
DO NOT TRY TO CORRECT THE CHEERIOS SHIT.
Upline
old woman in a bed, jacked into one hell of a great virtual reality
game, named Sara J. Karge. You go girl. You know how this shit all
works, Professor, old pal. If this was not some
''simulationogram'', then why can't I write the word queer-eee-crow,
and make the correction spellchecker lines go away by clicking on
those three middle 'eee' letters, without crashing this
''open-office 3.1 program, but more importantly, why every time that
I despise a vocalist on a television advertisement in the eighth
mother fucking month of a year; does it alter my interaction with
the cosmos, changing my entire life into MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR CITY,
as a direct result? What fucking possible explanation for this
seemingly unconnected in any way, total nonsense, could there be. I
just now tried again to correct this, and sure enough, it made the
program crash for a third time, and is why I left a message FOR
MYSELF, in the future, not to ever try and correct this again, but
why is this, and for that matter, why whenever it is around middle
or late August, and I hate a singer on a TV ad spot and turn it off
and curse it out, does it cause a horrible total alteration in my
life, just as with that horrible mother fucking putrid rotten singer
that the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey Club hired in 1986, or the WGBS
CHANNEL 57-UHF-TV peeps did,one or the other, and I had the same
thing happen to me when I hated that rotten singer, cursed at him,
and turned off the ad spot each time. Things like this, Professor
Kaku lead me to a powerful and IMHO fascinating conclusion that you
may agree or not agree with, and hope to hear your spin of such
things, in coming years, on shows you do on the great SCIENCE
CHANNEL, my pal!!!!!!!!!!! CHEERIOS or the manufacturer of this
cereal, must be one of the gateways or portals or space-time-mind
windows that operate in some way, part of this fantastic upline
reproduction of a world where this Sara girl as an old woman,
created her entire past as a young girl in, and thus bang, out
entire side of the big bang black hole became our white matter space
of her black matter space worm hole. If Cheerios is not a gateway,
then why this hack for no apparent reason at all. Of course I could
try another word as for example, 'manipulate'. Let us try this.
Man-iii-pulate. Now first, Professor sir, only the pulate part has
come out with the correction red wavy lines, so let me try another
word. First, correcting this did not crash the open-office 3.1
Microsoft program, and I would have bet a million bucks it would not
have. Pay up cosmos, you know I speak the dam truth. Now let me try
another gateway experiment, from my book in 1994, called, ''The
Permission Barrier''. I created the word EXIM-RATIO in this book,
and from there, the idea later soon came to the world to create the
Serious and the XM RADIO. Let me do my own word that they stole,
with three small 'e' letters in-between, and do it all in small
letter casing. The 'xm-eee-ratio' is now being experimented with.
This time, the xm and the eee are both showing red correction lines,
let me see if this crashes the program. Well, it crashed, professor
Kaku sir. So there goes my Cheerios Theory. See, I am honest. If I
am not correct in a theory, I accept that, and I move on. MARK
WAYNE MOHR, DO NOT ATTEMPT
TO SPELL CHECK CORRECT THE RED LINES, IT
MAKES THIS STUPID MICROSUCKS PROGRAM CRASH.
This is a message I am just sending to my future self who may be
reading this, and that other me may have forgotten the details about
this night and this blogging.
Now
there can always be the quantum alternative, that each thing I doin
trying to troubleshoot the problem with this, merely alters the crap
around me so that if I had not done this, the other things would
never have crashed. I used to think I was fucking really losing my
mind when playing roulette at the Jersey casinos many times, as very
similar things in the quantum world would make its presence known to
me on many occasions.
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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.
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I
paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small
royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those were the days, huh ''JOE''????????????????????????
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SCREW
YOU JANE WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN.
BACK
WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT
I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING
OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Good
Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red
light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good
as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother
fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia
double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
FUCK
YOU JANE FONDA YOU EVIL WITCH, YOU DID IT TO ME AGAIN WITH PAGE
ELEVEN AND IT IS FIVE PAST ONE, SO I BETTER PUT SOME QUICK FUCKING
FILLER LINES HERE AS I ONLY HAVE ONE SCREEN BLOCKER, AN DTHE TIME
WILL GET ME ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE SCREEN, 16 TONS, AND ANOTHER
DAY OLDER OR NAUT MISS BLAKE, AND MORE TV AD SPOTS, AND ONLY ONE
SCREEN BLOCKER WITH TWO SIDES OF WITCH BITCH HO ROTTEN JANE!!!!!!!
YOU
WRECKED MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE YOU BITCH, BACK IN 1993, YOU RIP OFF
MONSTER TEASER SLAPPER PRESSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555555555,
PLUS 55555555555555, TIMES 555555555555, DIVIDED BY FUCKING ASSHOLE
555555555555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO FUCKING CARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO????
IF YOU CLICK ON THESE PHOTOS,
THEY WILL GROW MUCH LARGER AND YOU CAN CAP THEM TO YOUR OWN
SYSTEM, I AM QUITE SURE.
|
JUST
FISHIN' AND SWIMMIN', AND LOOKIN' AT WOMEN; WHAT
A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS,
AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR
DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!
OK
THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY
may have been a complete fucking
failure, and my houseboat two decades
ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other
things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen?
At least I can go to my cunt
sniffing grave knowing that I
really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try
to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags
are a royal pain in my ass???
W-------O-------W
SO
WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?
MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:
Friday,
September 22, 2006
Morianity
Bible -----------------IS THE PAST REAL, IS THE FUTURE REAL?
===============================================================================
Thursday, January 19, 2006
===============================================================================
Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
==================================================
Thursday, January 19, 2006
===============================================================================
Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
==================================================
There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced....................
I do think it wise that this book be
made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS, FAILS, F-A-I-L-S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
===============================================================================
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
===============================================================================
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
========================================================================
Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds thicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous
weather conditions, develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would exist anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel
meteorologists, can be unaware, and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H--E--L--L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of 'iteses and enicks', etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out, should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
===============================================================================
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
===============================================================================
Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together
===============================================================================
I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS, FAILS, F-A-I-L-S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
===============================================================================
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
===============================================================================
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
========================================================================
Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds thicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous
weather conditions, develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would exist anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel
meteorologists, can be unaware, and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H--E--L--L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of 'iteses and enicks', etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out, should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together
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I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.
You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becoming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told school-board authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.
What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades, I've gone through total bat-biting HELL with this total crap. They have created a game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. As totally off the wall and ludicrous as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a copper-top battery, and as I speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever, like religious stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, after-all, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
kill-time so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the Romans the gladiators, and the fights to the death; and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all our bits and bytes and matrix's and any such
foolishness of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshole of the day
club's president and chief executive officer'. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch, but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful; a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sick-ass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassment, join other conspiracy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cyber-sufferers.
Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of reckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a Freemason named Jonathon Schau. Everything in the book by Dan Brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from David straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW, grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual event that occurred, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsense in Ammityville, Long Island, New York.
I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this time.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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Chapter 03 Ending Of The Old Testament
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I am under constant continuous covert harassment by forces and entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age and more complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do more than sit on judgment thrones. They have an incredible ability and that is totally
misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups
and mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are sitting in a
movie theater of life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly what
they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional existences to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping or
beating them. They can make you totally fail at everything, no matter how
meticulously you plan and execute your movements.
For 20 years they have persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict my
extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If I told u that all the top secret Bluebook answers are nothing like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies in their power of Ettos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as 'isness of being' or soul existence, simply exist. Time and space is pure illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become endangered. Separation of church and state are of course important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of
what is really going on for example the 'ufo situation', would wipe out the
organized worldly religions, and with that done, state control over the population is out the door as well.
Whether saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as
meaningless as one particular day in grammar school is to Colin Powell during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government], as well as OTHEREALMERS the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both the 'CONTROLLERS' married in separate beds so to speak, is that as general population gets more and more onto reality and what it really is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace interaction; or the opposite polarity, to zero dimensional existence at infinity.
I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know
that while you live physically, all that is happening is that you are for lack
of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U are
permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint real
my friend.
Should Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so
called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
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Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension
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Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual
interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and
downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and
with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is
occurring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left
and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world
stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the
70's as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program,
intelligent single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you
will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and
while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever
imagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could
walk, then later still, Jesus-Holy-Moses, u could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself
beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th
dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could
move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to run"
situation.
Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an
entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject
only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation, time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream sequences or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on addinfinitem.
One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep,
hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later
as the child, to run: No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up for the return of ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio, with the
one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME OF
DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H-E-L-L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and vicious mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u, is beyond unconscionable and horrific. It is more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs, hurling right down our throats, every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awesome awful and unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATERIAL, SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO, OR SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, and it is called PARALLEL EVENT; the greatest kept secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams, and the Dow Jones stock market system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when Phillies lose, Flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , Flyers lose, and
Phillies win. when my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the market and Flyers hot and the poor Phillies forever crushed, they constantly make my freaking life a total total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E LL !!!!!!!!!!!! I have been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but scummy gods operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege by the CIA,NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS, which is not existing under same name but is the old presidents secret service, all these people have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason
for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises
to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants,
congressman's assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to
send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to
them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major
military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those
around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!!
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006 Chapter 5
They Cannot Be
Shamed, Can Any Of
U?
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Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, April 10,
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Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
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OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the "spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S CHEMTRAILS, wake up people !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND.
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Thursday, April 27,
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2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
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And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no not a spider, but a super loud piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existence, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as 'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I ain't got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, ME-------------------------that's ME, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a tellin it like it is.
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSCUM,
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Again it is the 2nd day of May; a time each year when my dirt-bag fiends and
foes, love to turn up the torment and torture, of a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE A F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know they want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went driving down streets of the city with the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop signs. He had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE, EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real funny to these miserable hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B-L-A-C-K-B-R-O-T-H-E-R-H-O-O-D, to whom previously I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!! Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology, [Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that only I know how to assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u wish u could pick lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won't deny it for a nano-minute. New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: www.firedoglake.com/ , AND www.gadfly01.blogspot.com/ , go here and learn more wild things. Meanwhile, if I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life- changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your waters do off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u, even in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive over those RR tracks, "I don't think I can go for any of that". Remember I can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond, shame on u; u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE BIG BLACK BIRDS. THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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Chapter 9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
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Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time, this text was filled with hacker attacks in 2006.
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Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, April 10,
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Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
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OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the "spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S CHEMTRAILS, wake up people !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND.
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Thursday, April 27,
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2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
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And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no not a spider, but a super loud piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existence, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as 'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I ain't got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, ME-------------------------that's ME, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a tellin it like it is.
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSCUM,
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Again it is the 2nd day of May; a time each year when my dirt-bag fiends and
foes, love to turn up the torment and torture, of a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE A F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know they want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went driving down streets of the city with the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop signs. He had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE, EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real funny to these miserable hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B-L-A-C-K-B-R-O-T-H-E-R-H-O-O-D, to whom previously I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!! Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology, [Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that only I know how to assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u wish u could pick lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won't deny it for a nano-minute. New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: www.firedoglake.com/ , AND www.gadfly01.blogspot.com/ , go here and learn more wild things. Meanwhile, if I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life- changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your waters do off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u, even in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive over those RR tracks, "I don't think I can go for any of that". Remember I can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond, shame on u; u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE BIG BLACK BIRDS. THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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Chapter 9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
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Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time, this text was filled with hacker attacks in 2006.
WHO
ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
Friday,
August 25, 2006
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.
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 will 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 ½ 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, and if enough citizens decide to
all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, 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, an 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, Cally 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 or TV, computer operations, 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 the stuff that U like up, 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, it still got the greatest soap
show of all time canceled, so who really’s got 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, 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 well 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 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 B 4 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, jeeesh, 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 trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in 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, 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 treading [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.
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, 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 well 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 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 B 4 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, jeeesh, 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 trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in 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, 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 treading [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.
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At
about half
past one or just later than this, my cunt lapping jerk off upstairs
nabes, woke me up to a half hour or more of loud and very annoying
fucking hammering. They hammer and do these things quite often, and
is a real fucking cunt pain in my dam ass, and you can see, the
markets took off after this and stayed totally on their bullish
path, JUST AS I TOLD YOU WOULD ALL HAPPEN, LOVELY GIANT GINA, AND
ALL OTHER PEEPS ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
rotten ass neighbors have been extra fucking noisy over the past
weeks, and are a real fucking cunt pain in my dam fat asshole, as
well. Between my having the mother fucking kibosh put on my GAWNUM
APP deal when Mike's STM interfered with inheritance was fucked with
by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, WHO ELSE; and all this has made the
fucking cunt sucking stock market fly over this period of recent
shitty history; under the ICPE Syndrome, what else, and things are
real mother fucking bad for poor fucked up me, folks.
AT
LEAST IT IS COOL!
AFTERNOON
HIGHS WILL BE IN THE CUNT EATING LOW SEVENTIES AND THEN INTO THE
EIGHTIES IN A FEW DAYS, ALL OVER AGAIN, WITH MUCH HIGHER LOWS, SO I
AM SUCKING IN THIS EARLY MORNING COOLISH AIR, YO!!!!!!!
Yes,
my blog is on life support, and well
under the 2000 monthly page-hit level. I have tried it all,
nothing seems to help me generate any interest in my powerful globe
altering potential truths.
Mikey,
my old pal, is in a lot of serious trouble, just am I. Things for
the both of us look about as fucking dark and bleak as a micro-burst
storm cloud, hovering menacingly over the skies of our pathetic
souls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Goddess help us in the name of hot
stenchy ass shit, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
this fucking miserable cunt slime is coming together with the
accuracy of a professional dick licking marksman who is top five
percent in any unit. This is no joke whatsoever, and jerk off mother
fucking career criminals in white shirts and ties and very cleaned
shiny shoes, are all a part of this organized mother fucking shit
eating monster-ass conspiracy from Lambrigg Cult HELL
ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Believe
it or not, I only BOTBAR'D on that one real bad fucking cunt day, a
couple days back, but the other fucking days are still all nasty,
and quite close to being 1-1 rated or closed out early as fucking
botbar. In other words, and said over and over folks, THINGS CUNT
LAPPING TOTALLY STINKING ASS SUCK A FAT HARD ONE, AT LIGHT SPEED
SQUARED, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are some things to tell that all of you out here would most likely
consider to be totally silly, only I know how powerful these nuances
and parallel things, all really are, and I am not here to convince
or try and arm wrestle anybody's mind; merely to tell my truths, and
so this will be done, as this is my job, or so it sure as hell seems
to me, to be!!!!!!!!
One
of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A
tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and
wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have
enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. Still, I did not like
that stupid rotten bland female singer who used to always sing that
line at the end of the ad spots, that went, ''The one and only
Cheerios''. Well this was all getting on my nerves last summer, and
reached a crescendo of a sort with me around the end of August,
where I would always turn the advertisement off and just flick the
remote control to a different channel each time the stupid add with
the lousy bland singer would come on. Two things seem to be paralled
into all of this however, whether I like it or not, as nobody ever
gives me any choices about my hell in this fucking ass cosmos,
folks. Two things began to occur immediately following my continuing
to flick the ad off each time, and say out loud to the television,
just to annoy the ghost of Theresa Pennock from the middle
seventies; ''Stick that QUEER-EEE-CROW
shit out your ass''. Now for reasons that are part of fucking cunt
lapping cosmos, the great Microsucks word open office 3.1, keeps
crashing whenever I try and take the word ''QUEER-EEE-CROW'', and
when not capitalized, and the red spell checker wavy lines appear
under the three small 'e' letters, and I click to add it to the
fucking cunt lapping ass dictionary, boom, it crashes the fucking
stupid ass cunt eating program, for the goddess only fucking knows
why, YO YO!!!
Only
a highly skilled software engineer could explain to me most likely,
why certain things like that, crashes these stupid mother fucking
programs, BUT THEY DO, AND THAT IS THAT, or to quote Dawn-Marie King
and many others, ''It is what it is, ISIS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who
am I to do dick in this fucked up sick ass crazy world,
BRO???????????????
I
have a strange feeling, this is going to end up as a SUPER MOTHER
FUCKING NASTY ASS BOTBAR DAY for poor pathetic victim helpless
fragile little ass me, friends and fiends out here, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay I love to be wrong when I predict
fucking gloom abnd doom, but the reality and the trouble is, that I
rarely am fucking wrong, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
Oh
the gods, I am one miserable pathetic rotten poor bastard soul, and
there is no way to change what is going on around me and has for
nearly 60 years. If you think I would not totally alter this
nightmare, if I had it within my power, then you are a complete
utter moron. Sorry for the blunt harsh words, but with some things,
it is dutch Uncle time, and no getting away from it!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
may
have been a complete fucking failure, but I will trudge along,
endlessly trying and telling my wild tale from the gates of hell,
until five quarts are permanently removed from my fragile old ugly
puny dying body!!!
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YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED
TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY
TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY
ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE ABILITY TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.
BACK
WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT
I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING
OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006,
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
My
guru friend Ed told me about the old cartoon comic character
called Joe Shmo, the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging
over his head, and there it was, everywhere he went, whatever he
would do, and only he seemed to get rained on perpetually, no one
else, except of course for the normal and accepted amounts of
negatives that life naturally deals to us all. Anywho, my guru
and I had a small falling out early in July over the major
hacking that I get, but I blew his mind with one thing that even
he was not able to chalk off as my paranoia. Look, I am paranoid,
and U 2 would B if U had 2 endure what I go through every single
friggin day of my pathetic miserable existence. I did not say
life, as it is not life. My hell is SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTANCE, and
that's all it is!!!!!!!!!! When he learned about what happened 2
me over the past weekend on my job site where I'm employed as a
security officer, with the 'otherwise normally friendly dog, by
the name of 'JULY', by the way, but in Hispanic language,
pronounced [who-lee-oh], which in this language means the great
emperor of olden days Rome, and where our month of July comes
from, as he created a new calendar. Later after his time, the
Gregorian calendar was conceived of by the great Prince Gregory,
and 13 months are now the 12 months, one to each represent an
individual tribe of the Israelite's. 7 and 12, the great SSJKK's
2 numbers, could have a book the size of the Britannica
Encyclopedia written on them. Where can I begin? Later I'll tell
U-all just a bit more, but 4 right now, I must tell U
this.
Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammer-wads put me through, and then the horrific huge bully-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fish-eyed Esther-fools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds'll have to kill me, and guess what Duncan; America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation; I do not die and stay dead, so LOL; and I do not mean loving on line. U'll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK's upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, 'F U D G Y A'. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior 'blogianity', but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirt-hole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, wouldn't even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of 'STM'!!!!!!
My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horrific siege-hell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ball-club, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitsapookna, they can only do this 2 a point, and one day when they least think it ever could possibly happen, nuclear B O O M - B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they'll all B caught, and friggin' screwed, and I will be a multi frickin' billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets.
I error'd on a prior-blog, on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996; and that was an Estonian, not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of '70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteemis's special number, numerologically totaling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on 'my space dot com', did that. Anyway, Diana just past dusk, was all over me; and I was all over her. She made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existences throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Baby-blond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easter Sunday, of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably delicious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,"Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana." I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing across the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer's cyberspace, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream.
My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TREYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90's internet expression is still valid and in existence, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relevant 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan's Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-'80's, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin' years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the 'then' TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Treymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human flesh-worlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writing the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human percolator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally 'effing' with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).
Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammer-wads put me through, and then the horrific huge bully-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fish-eyed Esther-fools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds'll have to kill me, and guess what Duncan; America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation; I do not die and stay dead, so LOL; and I do not mean loving on line. U'll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK's upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, 'F U D G Y A'. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior 'blogianity', but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirt-hole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, wouldn't even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of 'STM'!!!!!!
My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horrific siege-hell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ball-club, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitsapookna, they can only do this 2 a point, and one day when they least think it ever could possibly happen, nuclear B O O M - B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they'll all B caught, and friggin' screwed, and I will be a multi frickin' billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets.
I error'd on a prior-blog, on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996; and that was an Estonian, not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of '70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteemis's special number, numerologically totaling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on 'my space dot com', did that. Anyway, Diana just past dusk, was all over me; and I was all over her. She made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existences throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Baby-blond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easter Sunday, of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably delicious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,"Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana." I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing across the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer's cyberspace, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream.
My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TREYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90's internet expression is still valid and in existence, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relevant 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan's Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-'80's, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin' years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the 'then' TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Treymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human flesh-worlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writing the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human percolator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally 'effing' with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).
About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
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
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Yes,
my blog is on life support, and well
under the 2000 monthly page-hit level. I have tried it all,
nothing seems to help me generate any interest in my powerful globe
altering potential truths. Sad really, not so much for me when I
stand back and see who really will end up being hurt the most by
this unfortunate predicament, after all the cards are dealt, and all
the deals are done, and everyone has shut off the lights in the play
room, and gone home for the endless long night. Don't believe me,
but you will see that I am right, someday, maybe in your lifetime
depending on your age, and maybe in that of your children, or even
their children; but I do sincerely promise all of you, it will all
come into fruition. On that day when Morianity is somehow and
somewhere dug up, and a few wild men and women say, 'OH
SHIT', where were we all when we should have been
fucking listening to this guy? Well that day is not known to me on a
calendar in any one particular universe in the fullness of the great
and vast fifth dimension.
The
answer according to James T. Burr, is there isn't any answer. This
is like the speed of light being a cosmic speed limit. It works on
plus-atomic-sized realities. It totally fails however; when forces
within the worlds of tiny quantum energies, are spinning their magic
at all of us giants; who live far out away from them, in an
unfathomably large place, that to their frame of reference, is
almost like a galaxy would be to an ant. I don't mean this literally
in a ratio based size equation, to be literally taken in a
scientific measurement; but I do mean that if numerous complex
forces were all carefully taken into proper consideration; then this
would by no means be some huge overly exaggerated statement on my
part. If I want to ever get my life journal safe and secure, it
needs to be copyrighted, and it needs to be blogged. This is mere
common sense, after learning how even the greatest and most careful
plans can, and do, go totally freaking arya for me; especially when
involved in the mix, are powerful wicked enemies, who will stop at
nothing, to remove records and files of stuff, that they have been
the literary subject of; and where they would feel threatened by the
potential exposure that the journals and writings could possibly
someday, through a miracle if nothing less; cause them to be outed,
and burned in oil for their heinous crimes against parts of
humanity. When you see all of this in its total fullness, and you
come to really understand the entire picture; it is not so
outlandish at all, for my making these word for word claims and
statements, dear world, and dear journal.
Some
time ago, around the time I met ADA Ron Wirtz, at the CCPO, in
Camden, New Jersey, on 12/05/1989, in the early afternoon; I had
always dreamed of building my own house-boat, and living on it.
Right about now, I think just how great it would be to be able to do
this. How cool would it be just slowly letting currents take you all
around to many pretty beaches, and the inland water-way areas, when
seas get rough, and storms come. Just a few miles from my apartment,
is a place called Jensen Beach. It is shown below, or some part of
it.
BEACH VACATION RESORT
Poor Mikey. I thought that I had problems. He was
thrown out of where he was staying down in Miami, Florida, around
dinner time yesterday, Wednesday. He is homeless and penniless, and
thought a week ago he would soon stand to inherit a 5 or 6 figure
family estate inheritance. Life is one quick blow to the groin, and
pow, you're down and out for the full count. Some cosmic boxers wake
up in the morgue, and it all is over. Mikey knows!
IF
YOU HAPPEN TO BE NEAR JONES BEACH IN NEW YORK; YOU MIGHT JUST SPOT
THIS DAZZLING BEAUTY QUEEN, BATHING AND BASKING IN THE SUNSHINE;
FROM THE PORCH-DECK OF A NICE LITTLE HOUSEBOAT.
Instead
of viewing gorgeous women on an internet computer screen, the
breezes are blowing softly, and there you are out in the water on
your own little house boat, watching the lovelies all day, and it is
all legal. Even a strong pair of used inexpensive field glasses are
legal. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Think
of the deck of your boat as the height of your afternoon, a cold
glass of whatever beverage you enjoy in your hand, and there she is;
right there on the shore. Now if this wouldn't be the life, what the
shit would, folks, that's all I am asking anybody right this minute?
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FISHIN' AND SWIMMIN', AND LOOKIN' AT WOMEN; WHAT
A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS,
AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR
DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!
OK
THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY
may have been a complete fucking
failure, and my houseboat two decades
ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other
things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen?
At least I can go to my cunt
sniffing grave knowing that I
really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try
to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags
are a royal pain in my ass???
W-------O-------W
DID
THIS YEAR WIPE ME TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OUT, GOOD FOLKS, YO,
WHAAAAAAAAA, but SUPER-WOW,
more wild shit is happening, and not all of it is bloggable. But
what year was I referring to, dear life fucking
journal??????????????????????????????
When
I went to sleep two nights ago or really, I suppose it was Saturday
morning right after it started getting light outdoors, I went into a
major wild interaction that was so beyond telling in mortal words,
that it is like comparing the attempt to do so, with trying to beat
up a heavyweight boxing champion, when you are at the age of four.
It involved the same bridge that I was at where Sarah had her yellow
telephone some place close, and this occurred while working at that
Roadway Trucking site for 29 straight hour shifts, before such
things became federally illegal to do, back in the first years of
this third millennium. I cannot tell you too much, other than the
fact, that if anyone were to read the last few months of my 2007
blogs, and then early into my 2008 blogs; you would begin to see
some strange things that without so doing, reading past the time
shortly to follow this, where I was not blogging at all and was
totally off-grid for about seventy days; would make no sense at all,
yet by reading back from say early autumn in 2007 until I do stop
the blogs for seventy days, well, do it; and then get a major
unfathomable frikkin mind blow, from here to
fucking 'eternity, maternity, and Outer Limits early sixties great
black and white television shows'. Oh Jennifer and Tiffany, where
are the two of you when this poor old ugly fat slob wehtahd needs
you so much, like Hyundai-2006-DUH??
Thank
you my lovely Diana, for bringing me an afternoon and
evening of pure blissful delight, with your ultra absolutely
breathtaking, and scrumptious ravishing lightening; my awesome
baby-blond! Your colors and displays in the skies all around me,
knocked my socks off, times ten septillion. I know you hear me
electronically through my just typing this message to you right now;
my endless unfathomable love!!!!!!!!!!!
The
eleventh of February was a nasty ass botbar day, but the twelfth is
closed officially as I write this document and life journal or do
cassette tape journal number 25, 703, leaving me with a day non
botbar following that severe and horrific nasty botbar day, and why
not, day number 11, and botbar and 11 are quite synonymous. When I
began in late July somewhere, back in 1982, doing what I called, my
life charts, and rating days, their were four ratings that half of
them altered a lot and half did not. Those two that changed
radically day by day and month by month, were called GENERAL LIFE
and MOODS AND ATTITUDES. Rating all parameters from lowest rating of
number 1, through highest rating of number 5, meant that when both
of these last two parameters were bottom of the barrel, or one-one,
notice I hate even writing the number eleven or higher numbers that
contain all freaking ass ones, but yes, this officially means, at
least to freaking me, BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what led the
powerful broadcaster, Mister Ted Turner, to along with his nasty
wife, Jane Fonda, pull that monster ass stunt on me at the ball-bark
that night in 1993 when the Philadelphia Phillies were playing their
Atlanta Braves, as one of their HOME GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
here is the situation Inspector Louigee Kent Super Henderson, and
for the record, on the record, and by the record, as I used to say
from the early eighties through the middle late nineties onto the
life journal on cassette tape, and later also on tape as the
extended non internet New Testament of Morianity, or the Morianity
Bible.
The
reason we remain a TYPE-O-Civilization on that scale of theirs, in
the scientific community, is simple on the face of it, and that is
where it stops being simple, as science refuses to skip steps while
trying their experiments, which inhibits them major, and retards
their growth at alarming geometric rating scales. They refuse to
communicate directly with the subatomic particle most intelligent
and most responsible for the entire creation of all of cosmos and
our human interactiveness with it, the ELECTRON. No, she will not
respond to a letter-number transposition, and this is why those who
have tried all sorts of similar things that I did back in 1983,
continued this research in any way. The very concept was abandoned.
But she is highly intelligent, wants to communicate directly, but
does not live in our ''large or bigger than the atom size'' reality.
Being less than one atom, as one electron, she never sees our
reality our way, and this needs to be adjusted for, in order to
communicate with the true ''alien intelligence'' that so many are
and have been searching for, for so long, out there light years away
into the great expansion all around this world, called deep outer
space and cosmos. In a nutshell, electrons need to be taught to
manipulate a random number generating machine, where series of
digits has larger meanings than single letters, or entire sentences
or concepts. I have never tried photos in the new digital age, but
if the quantum people want to advance this world of ours to a Type
One Civilization within our lifetimes, I would be willing to bet
that applying a series of lab experimentation using this, would
indeed bring us to or dam near this point on the scale. The reason I
bring this up is the old saying that a picture is worth a thousand
words, and this is more than true, and with our new word of digital
everything, the random number generation would fit into this, and
this is not an invention of me alone, as already, this is done, and
the few who know what I am speaking about here, do indeed know, it
is electrical photography, but it needs to become a human connected
to electron interaction, and go beyond what they now are doing. I
would have tried all this myself, but those who refuse to believe
what I say next, simply are incorrigible and will not relent on the
issue, but I know it is totally true, and that is the Huntington
Curse is preventing me from doing this and many more things that I
have desired to do for many any mother fucking years. I am lucky to
survive and remain three percent sane and not living under a local
bridge. Only I know why this curse is here, and have made it no
secret. I told the entire fucking world that this is a huge game of
the gods, and this is done as a necessary distraction, keeping their
focus out of eternal hell, or being aware that there existence is
endless, since we are simply existing entities in a timeless void,
all of us, and the condition of immortality is not a gift of the
gods, but a curse to anyone who knows, and understands, certain
knowledge; or has eaten fruits from one of the trees in Eden,
symbolically! How did you say that in 2006, Hyundai Corporation;
DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH?
The
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier, or DHKB, is a very powerful
unpleasant truth, to many folks. The only way it can be circumvented
in even the smallest way, is when we as a civilization, develop
direct communication with the female part of energy, the electron.
Humankind has a lot of personal hangups and traditions, and in
recent times of say 3,000 or more years, in most locations on this
globe, male dominance was absolute, with females subservient, but
when things all began, it was as it is with just about all things in
this material life, totally inverted. Naturally once things turned
into this present curved direction, the original truth of the
COSMOS, as MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON 333, inverted to what else, but
FATHER/SON/HOLY SPIRIT? Give me a brake, Margie Leo and Kit Kat, in
or not in late 1985!!! Hay , she was just a year too late, back at
Woodbury Heights, right Samantha Codes Joe, yeah, Staples has that,
and I got your message. You know, maybe it is me; maybe I need to
come down off this high horse and learn to play the games.
After-all, if it is good enough for the gods to figure out that it
is the only distraction from hell that really works in the long run;
then who is arrogant
mortal Mark Wayne Mohr,
to argue? I just can't understand it all yet, but I'll make you all
a deal and give it a chance; and I'll
give it the old college try,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, Elder Hair of the
great Utah Mormon Church, as one who knew your wonderful
angel/android Moroni, personally in two lifetimes; permit me to now
utter these simple related Gozzwald words of wisdom, besides letting
it be and beatle, and those would simply be; ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, AND NOW, SO TOO, I
NEED MINE!!! Really,
what else after this, can be said; Twin Dowd Goldsmith Twilight
Zone; other than perhaps that I
am madly in love with my wonderful moon???????????
WOW,
RHM, let me go here now for a quick seck.
MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660.
MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-660 ARE AS FOLLOWS, DEAR DIARY FROM
1983 ADEG, BUT NOT ET, © OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!
FREDERICK
HINGER, DREAMS, POLICE, BERLIN, WEALTH, ESTELLE ANDERSON, MY ENEMIES
WERE SCARED THAT I.
As
that gorgeous young Jamaican girl from my daughter's OH-MAROLA-9
movie said it so perfectly, ''Let's explore
this''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wanted to know from the great GAWNUM, why the markets were racing
back up, and I never bothered to explain details as I used to do on
much earlier journal cassette tapes, now lost to either the fibbies
or the gods only know who. Remember my question the other day, when
I asked,
WHY IS THE STOCK MARKET FLYING ON A SUPER
RALLY
FOR OVER A WEEK AFTER A NICE DROP??????????????????????
Well,
explorers, exploratrons, and lovely Jamaican girls all alike; shall
we examine this indeed, with the accuracy and perfection of the
combination, if fathomable, of Bruce Pennock, and his biggest fan,
Mariah Carey. Hay if I am wrong, I'll suck this all up!!!!!!!
1)FREDERICK
HINGER, 2)DREAMS, 3)POLICE, 4)BERLIN, 5)WEALTH, 6)ESTELLE ANDERSON,
7)MY ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I.
Now
that we have these 7 items from the matchbook for PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660, numbered from 1-7, it is time to set sail for
Jamaica, and get into this a bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
None
of you have a tiny clue about STM, and if I even started to go here,
the entire world, if they COULD fathom any of it, would go nuts and
crack up like an ancient fragile thin large glass vase, smashing a
hard kitchen floor from a four foot high cabinet shelf. Man I can
hear the sound inside my fucked up head, at C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!
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YES,
JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,703 will now continue on by
exploring these numbers, in Gawky's answer to me. Let us explore
number 5, my very favorite reason for obvious life charted reasons
from 1982-1997!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Number 5 is WEALTH.
Well,
Mikey was standing to inherit a nice hunk of loot from a relative
who passed from this veil of dreamy tears and onions, Detective
Stabler; but learned right around the time that the DOW swung back
up after bottoming out somewhere in the fifteen threes or fours,
that this woman, Misses Upchurch had left her entire fortune, which
was quite massive, to the Salvation Army. Well, I love giving to a
good cause myself, but that kibosh'd the hell of Mikey and me doing
the GAWNUM, and another shot at me making it, in this life, in this
fucking cunt eating lifetime, BLOWN
TO HOT ASS HELL, CUBED AT LOTTERY CUBAN DAD ATLANTIC CITY
HOOKERVILLE,
not far from the Callio Water Company that is AKA the ACMUA, as well
as a nice view down the way and out of the rear bedroom window,
straight to my wonderful awesome distant phase four cousin Donald's
hotel, the great Trump non KRASSLE CASSLE MARINA, and if anyone can
buy into these wild super ass coincidences, then I say unto you,
mahm and sir, GODDESS BLESS YOU 4
SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There went the PCN-660
Upchurch Estate or the (WEALTH).
When I am done, anyone that does not believe in the GAWNUM, is
either quintessentially stupid beyond hope or repair, or
intentionally incorrigible with attitude and
hatred!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now number 7 is real fucking
childsplay. ''MY
ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I''----------was
going to make it, and the HUNTINGTON CURSE SAYS THAT I AM NOT
ALLOWED TO FUCKING CUNT MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD, NOT EVER; NOT
IN ANY TINY WAY;
and you all know what happened to me when for the first mother
fucking time ever, in 1986, in roulette in Atlantic City, I started
to make it; and POW, my life as I knew it, WAS FOREVER OVER,
California Dude of Eternal Physical Hellish Trolley Car
Youth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll give you a
day at the Huntington Beach, shit, I'll tie your arms and legs. Dig
a hole, shove you in, cover you up, and shine a fucking Microsucks
light-bulb in your ass when they find your fucking skeleton, whoever
pulled all this off over the last million cunt eating fucking years,
YO! But how did one second go from cranberry's to blueberry's, up
here in 2014, fuck 1986, that's ancient cunt sucking history,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this salvation army shit is
what it is, ISIS KING;
then why did an attorney originally contact Mike Patterson and his
brother Joe, to begin with back around last summer time? Does anyone
else see the Incollingo Grocery Store of Egg Harbor, New Jersey in
all of this, with the vanilla and chocolate BLUCRAN
STM alteration cupcakes,
or Professor Kaku, sir, are we really the only two poor pathetic
butt-wipes who have to live inside this cage within a cage, in
eternal HELL, my great New York City friend?????????? You know the
laughs just keep chasing me endlessly up a flight of stairs too,
Professor, and you know why, I know you know why, as you are a
highly intelligent dude, Professor. Who got me those
transdimensional clothes that hang in a little closet space area
right next to where my bed is here in this studio apartment? BINGO,
you remember the blogs I wrote late in 2012's September, with the
clothes and playing a game of SSJKK in Atlantic City, and ending up
with her singing a new song to me, one that I just remembered
tonight during th beautiful electrical storm. It was called,
''YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER'', only she was not doing a harmony part,
nor was this some techno-pop production. WHY ME, PROFESSOR KAKU,
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Why is this powerful awesome goddess driving me
nuttier than 1000 miss AT&T Blake's all put together, oh great
sir?????????????????????? Now we could explore onward more, into
#2-DREAMS, or even #6-Estelle Anderson, and yes, I misspelled it
leaving out an 'L', but I didn't leave out an 'N', but then, do you
want to say it or should I finish this, Lenny Briscoe? If I continue
on with this journal tape 25,703, I am going to end up so angry, the
entire computer will be hurled right through the fucking window and
I will be with the POLICE, yes, number 3. So let me shut up right
now, Shorty MacInvondi, and Steve Moroni, and Robert McGuire, and my
pal, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, as the Twilight Zone is
calling my name, YO, and we don't need more late April twenty-eleven
twisters, do we, Music Daddy Copyright Examiners of the early
nineteen-eighties??????????????? Oh yes, I remember the entire
thing, you EXPLORATRON from the other day, the first and third songs
on the most recent copyrighted tape, as you said and to quote you.
Well, guess what, I have shit up my sleeve too, YO, and it is not
gonna' be too pretty!
Laugh
on now 'Doctor' James Garrigan, or wasn't it 'Mister' back then in
1968, YO?
Less
than 10 accidents-----\/
10
accidents----------------------\/
15
accidents----------------------\/
20
accidents----------------------\/
more
than 20---------------------\/
Take
the AT&T PLEDGE, no texting or journal recording, while behind
the wheel, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
The
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier, or DHKB, is a very powerful
unpleasant truth, to many folks. Me, I could give two dam shits,
because I only have one desire, and that is to rest infinitely in
complete oblivion, or unconscious to all Astral, and hyperspace
interaction, even oblivious to my existence at zero dimensional void
infinity. Of course, that is pure fantasy, we exist, and we are at
VOID, and then we dream out and away from this eventually into all
of this interaction. Scientists think of this as the Big-Bang, but
there is so much more happening than just this tiny bit of shit
typed in these words. Philosophizing while driving, maybe was in
its own way just as bad as texting; unfortunately a much greater and
more powerful truth exists in all of this randomly seeming total
fucking horse shit. My days of keeping a LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE
TAPE, cannot be fathomed, not by ten fucking thousand Albert
Einsteins, even those that 'know the diction of Mark Wayne Mohr and
Sarah-Stacey Krassle', copyrighted in or out of the ultra wild year
of 1997, which won't even be frikkin' touched on, on this journal of
right now, tonight. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Oh yeah, I forgot, I
never said that on tape, only in print up here in the ''future'',
but this, as are many things and folks, is and are, singularly and
plurally, RELATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! In any case, SOONER OR LATER, MAGGIE
IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS ASS, as only SHE
CAN DO, Misses Elliot. The world has no tiny little clue just how
sorry I am for doing a lot of really rotten ass fucking things over
the past 59 years and 10 weeks. Naturally, I did not eject out like
a cassette or 8-track tape, from
my mom's joy-box and begin doing bad shit, and we all need to be
better schooled in the five original books written by Moses, whether
we choose to believe in his religion or his god, or NAUT, Miss 1983
AT&T Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still
and all, and I admit, in reiteration, but I am not sure how to be
more articulate here in my attempts to describe my epitome of
frustrations with life and trying to proclaim it all to a blind deaf
dumb society who enjoys remaining in that state of blissful
ignorance and 24-7 party mode at least in spirit, when so many
really fucking urgent things need addressing here on planet-Earth,
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, AND NOW, SO TOO, I
NEED MINE!!!!!!!!!!!
First
off, Quantum Physicists do all of their work in scientific
laboratories. My laboratory happens to be slightly larger than all
of theirs. It is the entire fifth dimension, Mizz Lovely McCoo, and
perhaps a lot more; even incorporating their laboratories; and here
is where, and yes the pun is definitely intended, so punch my face
off, Dawn and Mashell, if it makes you HO'S feel better; but yes,
THIS IS WHERE THINGS ARE GONNA' GET REAL DAM ASS FREGGIN' HAIRY,
from the Waverely, to the park, into Brooklyn, and all the way to
the strange home somewhere in hyperspace, where Donna Summer's
mother asked me a question for the ages, way back early in the
nineteen eighties, that made absolutely no sense at all, THEN, but
that was THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh and the very long exclamation
marks, are not there for hunger-feasts, as you see; on my OLD LIFE
JOURNALS ON CASSETTE TAPE; I did my share
of major hollering and screaming, believe
that, and whoever has them, can throw away every other
comedy, recorded on any other medium; and just spend a lifetime; to
quote the great and late David Charles Roth, and my friend;
''Endlessly rolling around in the aisles of
cosmos''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
there are things that I want to say here on this cassette tape
number 25, 702, but do not dare, as it will end up in both the
United States Copyright Office, as well as blogged publicly on the
internet, both for SAFE KEEPIBNG, as this wild and wonderful family
of WASHCLOTHS, forever removed my most precious possession from me,
without help from my birthday or Paul Stoddard or the television
show called 'Dark Shadows', or anything other than a super cunning
operation that would make the entire National Security Agency proud
to be in the same business, and perhaps, on the same side, as how
can I know a thing, when nobody will not only not tell me, but won't
even talk to me, like I am the mother fucking Bubonic plague in
HUMAN FORM, or death walking, and maybe I fucking am just that,
SHEEEEEEEEEEIT, to quote Dawn-Marie King and my wonderful father.
There was a time when I would not have called my CASSETTE JOURNAL my
most, but my second most. Something if memory serves, and I could be
totally wrong and told a different person, but I think one day a
while back shortly after meeting the wonderful great and yes, highly
talented and intelligent, Mister Pedersen; that I said to him while
we were out doing something or purchasing something related to our
record label at the time, SPR; how the ultimate horror is learning
that the ones you cared most for, have had the hugest knives in your
back all along. This may not be the exact way that history in this
3-D unfolded for me, but it is not a real long roll for the wheels,
even if I am not right on target here. I did my very best to find
out why I was suffering through something horrendous, and as it led
to this wild family, I did my best to feel for all of them, even
help a lot of them, and all I ever got back from any of them, is
heartache, tears, pain, fear, and the ability to successfully claim
that a minimum of two of my song lyrics over the past years
contained inside of three different decades, all ended up every bit
as incredibly prophetic, as the works of Mister Nostradamus himself.
If anything, I will state this to be an
under-exaggeration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
you know, I made an error in memory-judgment recently, thinking
things were bad only since late last August, and even coming to some
extremely false conclusions, about why all of this monstrous
hellishness, had indeed come charging into my reality, with the
ferociousness of a dozen angry freaking bulls, on steroids. It
was not the techno-pop crap,
or at least this took a definite second or even third chair.
Still, recently I have come to discover an entire freaking dam slew
of shit, that has altered many of my preexisting opinions, on many
of my life's personal parameters, that all pertain to my pain, and
my woes. I also know that my laboratory is the cosmos, and my life
exists to prove and verify, all the laws and operations of
everything that existence is and is all about. I was never given
some frikkin' option by the way, this, to quote lovely ass Dawn,
simply ISIS, or non symbolically spoken, IS WHAT IT IS, but
if you cannot see the powerful reality in it all, then there
honestly is just no dam hope for you, whoever is hearing me, and
whenever you are; no hope at all.
You may live a happy life, but you will die an empty pot. I did not
say glass, twin of Mizz Knowles from E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, so
don't come down here and flex those huge lovely muscles all over my
broken face, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for a little information on the record, about some other stuff. For
three weeks give or take, MY LUCK TEST SCORES have totally reversed,
and I seem to be scoring an average of PLUS
8 over 50 games now, this final fiftieth game that was
just played before doing this word document journal cassette
equivalent, and while watching Judge Judy on television, a little
multitasking as both things can be done quite robotically. It's not
like coming up with the commingle connection laws to quantum gravity
verses relativity, nuclear force, and the electromagnetic spectrum.
Hell, we don't want to tax my puny and loony, moronic, messed up
mind; right Donna Lovely Latengrate? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister Roth
again, while water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk
offs and assholes abound and are dangerously out-breeding us; all
quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us, YO;
and now, still does, but in many different ways that we need not
even begin getting into on this journal cassette Mister Mike
AHA-AHA-AHA McNulty, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
my luck test scoring or my (LTS) charts, are quite inconceivably
baffling to say the very least. Today's, 50th game that
has been all in positive scoring territory, was a PLUS 5, or (+5).
It works either way, Hyundai Car Company of 2006, so DUH! I like the
Mitsubishi Car ads much more, like the new great one with the 1014
Outlander with the beautiful brunet in the white sports car with the
lovely full moon following her everywhere that she goes, and that
cool song that is playing along. There are really two new beauty's
in town, but until you see Diana in her true form as a lovely 75
inch tall blond with hair down to her knees, and 18 years old
endlessly, you will see only the one new beauty. In any event, it is
the greatest coolest television commercial I've ever seen in my
entire life, but then I am prejudiced, and am madly in love with my
wonderful moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
dear life journal/diary, I asked my kitty cat Gawky
Gaukauk, WHY THE FRIKKIN' ASS STOCK MARKET IS FLYING ON A
SUPER RALLY FOR OVER A WEEK
AFTER A NICE DROP, AND GOT AN ANSWER FROM HIM, AS FOLLOWS:
MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660.
MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-660 ARE AS FOLLOWS, DEAR DIARY FROM
1983 ADEG, BUT NOT ET, © OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!
FREDERICK
HINGER, DREAMS, POLICE, BERLIN, WEALTH, ESTELLE ANDERSON, MY ENEMIES
WERE SCARED THAT I.
Quite
a lot of loud door activity and hallway yelling was par for the
course over the past two days, while the DOW JONES was at critical
ICPE points, where it looked as though the direction of the general
major new rally was reversing, so instantaneously, my enemy nabes
were somehow influenced to begin harassing and persecuting me, and
this has been ongoing now with me, working through the PAWM-PIE
(People-Animals-Weather-Machines), one of the hugest weapons and
fucking tools, that make me cry and go ouch, year in and year out,
used by the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE; or their human world
realm equivalents 'WOMO' or doppelgangers; those who they influence
at any given time, to carry out the shit done to me, to keep this
fucking evil stock market running forever endlessly bullish IN LONG
RUN PLAY; and the top 100 peeps in the country in control of
everything, mostly NSA peeps, ALL KNOW I SPEAK THE TOTAL FUCKING
CUNT TRUTH HERE, Not one lie is spoken on this journal cassette tape
25, 702, or on any of this mother fucking bull-shit!!!
I
SWEAR ON MY HONOR AND AS A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
AND ON THE GREAT ALMIGHTY GODDESS MIDDIE (MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON)
OR SSJKK-ISISCYLLA. ALL THE SAME TRUTH AND REALITY, NO DIFFERENCE AT
ALL. YES I SWEAR AND ATTEST TO THESE FACTS, TOTALLY AFFIRMING THEM
AS ACCURATE TRUTHS. All the claims that I make, on my honor, are
absolutely true. I never tried to do anything but get to the bottom
of my problems, and as they led me to one family, and they did stuff
to me, I just reported and recorded it all as best as I could. There
may be only one letter 'N' in SATAN,
but THOSE
HIDDEN OTHERS, are the magical great number 3, right
William-Leonard McKinnon,
and others???????
WELL,
ANYONE WHO KNOWS WHAT I SUFFER THROUGH, KNOWS THAT I WILL GET THE
CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF ME BY LOVELY SARAH KRASSLE AS SOON AS I GO TO
SLEEP LATER; BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID, AND SO IT WAS, AND YES DAVID; I
AM GOING TO GO AND WASH MY HANDS, WITH A VERY RED AND BLOODY
SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTH JUST AS SOON AS I POST AND
PUBLISH THIS CASSETTE TAPE. GEE, I NEVER THOUGHT BACK IN 1980, I
WOULD BE POSTING AND PUBLISHING CASSETTE TAPES; BUT THAT IS NOT ALL
I WAS TOTALLY IN THE DAM DARK ABOUT, BACK IN 1980; AM I RIGHT
WORLD???????? Right Commissioner Arnie
L&O McClarin, sir????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
OK
you sleazy weed of disease witch bitch Jane, I am now blocking your
wonderful page eleven of eleven. I hope you know just how much your
little practical fucking joke that night in 1993 at the ballpark,
has ruthlessly damaged my mother fucking life, you monster slapper
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No 'WEEEEEEEEE' for this shit!
LOOK
AT THIS FUCKING OUT OF CONTROL STOCK MARKET, LOVELY GINA, AND YES
GIRL, JUST AS I TOLD YOU IT WOULD ALL GO
DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT
ARE THE GATES OF HELL? The DJIA!
|
HAY,
I CAN TAKE A HINT. I do not need to be hit by a mother fucking cunt
lapping Mack Truck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
LOVE YOU GUYS AT AT&T; YOU ALL KNOW MY PAST, YOU ALL KNOW
WHAT IS BEING DONE TO ME, IN THE NAME OF THE SO-CALLED FUCKING
'GREATER GOOD', YEAH, BURN IN HELL DIRT BAG
ECONOMY OF CAPITALIST
PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,702,
THIS IS WHAT BLOGS ARE; NOT UP IN THE FUTURE FROM WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
ON NORRIS AVENIE IN ATCO, NEW JERSEY, USA, ESMWG; IN THIS UNIVERSE
OF VAST HYPERSPACE 5-D; BUT SIMPLY WHAT THEY ARE, RIGHT NOW ON THE
FIFTH DIMENSION, WHETHER I AM DREAMING IT WAS 1983, DREAMING IT IS
2014, OR DREAMING IT IS 3000, WITH ALL OF THE ROCK SYMPHONIES, AND
AUTO REPAIR SHOPS, OF THE VIRTUAL ASSIGN SYSTEM, NUMBER AXZGT-99922!
You rock, Professor KAKU, thank you for finally catching on to the
Mountainpen and his hell, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mister Macy, where is Stacey, and her going on mom,
YO????????????????????????
Would
I have been in how many accidents by now back driving to Haddonwood
say in 1995 and doing this instead of doing Journal Cassette Tape
Number 9,462? And take that fucking
cunt eating 'ODF' computer hack,
and stick it where the sun does not shine, assholes!!!!!!! So yes,
how many accidents from this non texting journal would I have gotten
myself into folks, and Haddon township's lovely high school 1972
graduate, Maureen McFadden, if I am remembering my crazy-records
correctly from the real Jimmy Bond days of silliness and boyhood?
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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:
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 recordings
only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think
any existing recording device on this earth could have captured
the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim
in the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…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 PM
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.
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McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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WFMU Links
The
only problem is that I don't think my blog has a feed, in fact, I
don't have a freaking clue what any of this gibberish is, no one ever
wants to explain a mother fucking thing to poor me!!!!!
Fred
Windstein said something to me in 1997 that was just as big as
anything spoken by the great prophets of thousands of years ago. I
was keeping this life journal on cassette tape then, and now so it
seems, I am again; and he said, with the computer, you have the world
at your fingertips. I'll never forget him saying this thing to me.
Well, back around then I was on journal cassette tape number,
somewhere between 11,500 and 12,000. And now, we are at tape number
25,710, or a rough estimated equivalent as was explained back in the
first three tapes here, somewhere on tape number 12,750-12753.
Nighty-night good folks, YO!!!!!!!!
Fred
Windstein said something to me in 1997 that was just as big as
anything spoken by the great prophets of thousands of years ago. I
was keeping this life journal on cassette tape then, and now so it
seems, I am again; and he said, with the computer, you have the world
at your fingertips. I'll never forget him saying this thing to me.
Well, back around then I was on journal cassette tape number,
somewhere between 11,500 and 12,000. And now, we are at tape number
25,710, or a rough estimated equivalent as was explained back in the
first three tapes here, somewhere on tape number 12,750-12753.
Nighty-night good folks, YO!!!!!!!!
Fred
Windstein said something to me in 1997 that was just as big as
anything spoken by the great prophets of thousands of years ago. I
was keeping this life journal on cassette tape then, and now so it
seems, I am again; and he said, with the computer, you have the world
at your fingertips. I'll never forget him saying this thing to me.
Well, back around then I was on journal cassette tape number,
somewhere between 11,500 and 12,000. And now, we are at tape number
25,710, or a rough estimated equivalent as was explained back in the
first three tapes here, somewhere on tape number 12,750-12753.
Nighty-night good folks, YO!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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