Tuesday, April 15, 2014

TAPE 25,781




















PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME WHEN HALF THE WORLD IS BLOWN APART SHORTLY, AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING HUMP EATING SLIME SHITS WILL NOT STOP MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTING ME, AND SOON, MY WONDERFUL MAGGIE, WILL MAKE A LOT OF HORRENDOUS FUCKING MONSTERS, PAY A STIFF CUNT EATING PRICE FOR THIS SHIT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN COCK KNOCKING WARNED POLITELY, OTAMM FUCKING SCUM MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I came back from having my 2013 taxes done, I did not need to file. My disability is not enough to require mandatory filing, according to the AARP experts at the Fort Pierce Library, that is straight from the horses mouth, Internal Revenue Service. I only wish I could some day owe you about a billion dollars. Then I would get to keep a little bit for me and promoting my MORIANITY. I love you guys at the tax place, we need taxes, it is a necessary and unfortunately so, way to operate countries, and I find no fault at all, as long as it always means, with representation, just as my wonderful seventh grand father and his pals all agreed on as colonists quite a while back, mister Samuel Huntington, a signer of the Declaration of independence.















This is the worst mother fucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT SIEGE on me, since I lived in cunt lapping fucking Jersey in the twenty-ohs and before that in century twenty scum. They made huge giant trails over the Indian River, as I knew 100% they would, as these cunt eating fucking pricks are as stupid and moronic and dependable as a Swiss mother fucking precision very expensive time piece, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Huge X CHEMTRAILS were made one after another right over the river where I needed to be waiting for th effort Pierce library to open up on tax deadline day, April fucking cunt sucking fifteen. Yes Louise Hendershodt, they are as dependable and monkey moron like, as a fucking ass street skelbum who stinks all the time. They have no lives of their own, they only fucking cunt eating exist to make me miserable, and make me sick. They gave me a horrible winded and sore throat attack with their fucking poisonous attack, that only effects my exact DNA, and proves incredible things, only problem being, no one wants to believe th impossible. Also, nameless peeps would rather have what was done to them totally unavenged and stay off the 'crackpots list', than risk getting on it and blow this entire shit out of the mother fucking water. We all are entitled to opinions and choices, right all Mizz Daniels of Planet Earth???????????? So Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back in 1970 at Haddonfield, New Jersey!!!!!!!!













Well Gawky Gaukauk gave me some answers before I left this morning for the library. I asked two questions, and plan on asking why this incredible aerial fucking siege is so horrendous an fucking cunt monstrous two straight days as well as some other shit, but for now I have two Q&A events to tell,as well as tell you that my luck in back to back tests during this fucking death hell, measure (-14) and (-14) back to cunt eating fucking ass back, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, surprised any fucking body, YO YO YO YO YO?????????? I know I sure as mother fucking piss ain't, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















JOURNAL TAPE NUMBER EQUIVALENT 25,781







This will NOT be the first blog in 99+ months of Morianity, where I will tell you all that my life totally fucking cunt SUCKS! In any event there is only one mother fucking reason for all this fucking hell I am going through, and you all know what it fucking is, good folks out here, and of course it is,





EXPLORATRONICS*****

EXPLORATRONICS*****

EXPLORATRONICS*****

EXPLORATRONICS*****

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WHAT FUCKING CUNT ELSE???















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AS LONG AS THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE PITIFUL ME TO PICK ON, AND RELENTLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE; THESE MARKETS WILL MOVE ONE WAY AND ONLY ONE WAY, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, SEE HOW FUCKING CORRECT I AM, YO?????????





















APRIL 15, 2014,

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Yes kind people, thank you, whoever you might be, for staying with Morianity. For all I know, you are the ones who were meant to become the ESS in the future in someone else's parallel universes. See how ultimately freaking mind blowing all this crap really is? And you don't have to worry about twisting the world government's arms to get any secrets out of them. MORIANITY HAS NO SECRETS. MORIANITY DETESTS AND DESPISES SECRETS. I LOST MY DAUGHTER DUE TO SECRETS. So do not go there with me, kind folks, please and please and pretty please with a lot of sugar on top!





Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!

Oh boy, life stinks!





***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!































SO HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS, WITH ALL OF THIS, OTHER THAN FOR THE GODDESS DAM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND

SOCIETY???????





AND I FUCKING want this on the record, peeps! In case I need to make a stronger point, I said I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record, I want this on the record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





All Babylonian Pharaoh's behold, YO. As it is written, so it shall be fucking done!






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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
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HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WAS I GIVEN SUCH A POWERFUL FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT ON 4-14-14 AND MAJOR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR??????





MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, PCN-523. My wonderful and marvelous match book list items so far to date include these following matching items for Gawnum Root-52:



WASHCLOTH LUNGS, DEATH, RADIO, NEEDS, GIRLS, DROWN, JESUS, PROPERTY DAMAGE, ALICE GALLAGHER, MUSIC, OCEAN, NINETEEN NINETY, MARIENA KRASSLE, RUTH HUNTINGTON, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, DEMOS





HAY GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHAT IS WITH THIS NEWEST COMPUTER NIGHTMARE WITH UPDATES AND MICROSUCKS AND CONTINUAL FAILURE TO UPDATE AND NEAR INABILITY TO OPERATE THE COMPUTER NOW FOR DAYS?





MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, PCN-682. My wonderful and marvelous matchbook list items so far to date include these following matching items for Gawnum Root-68:



MOVING, BEAVER, PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE, TWENTY, TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH, PROJECT BLUEBOOK, QUEENS, CANCER, THE MORNING LIGHT,





Well people, if this air shit continues on relentlessly, from here to Jamaica and back, I will be getting some very POWERFUL FUCKING PUSSY COMMAND!





It is up to me, NOT MY FUCKING ENEMIES. Only mother fucking I have it within my power now, to realize a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is inside of me and waiting to wake up in me and screw up my next big shot with some lovely fucking beauty queen, that we all know kicks in eventually as a major fucking APE-ICPE after unbroken days and strings of major fucking air assaults on me by the cut sucking trash ass MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER FUCKED UP HALL, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll be ready for them next time, so keep this fucking shit up and I will have a goddess in my cunt chewing life before fucking May rolls the shit ass Christ around, big daddy ass!!!









Enjoy these sites at the YOUTUBE, you will spank yourself hard later on, if you don't check this shit all out, it is big fucking time and even though Exploratronics is what is behind all of it, it still delves into some really fucking cool ass shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































































































































































































































































































































































































Now in rapping fucking shit up folks, we will get into a wild and really bizarre topic, the beginning of my blogging on the internet and the Morianity Bible that was first put up and published to the public in early and middle 2006. No matter how many times I try and redo shit, the original shit stays pasted in each time. I try and change kemtrails to chemtrails or change simple grammatical errors, or even make small error adjustments in facts such as Lewis and Clark's great historical expedition, and I notice it cannot be changed. Hell, even the supposed Holy Bible ain't this mother fucking ''MAGICAL''. Where are you when I fucking need to show you canon-able proofs to you, YOUR EMINENCE? I can make words change font-color, and in one case I was able to add a ''G'' to the error word 'comminglin' making it commingling as well as correct. That was the only alteration that the software that allows blogs to post at blogger websites, permitted, color changes in the words, and one letter added on this one thing. I tried to edit and repair, and it was as if the Morianity Bible has a magical power all its own or else the universe has some weird agenda and is cosmically fucking hacking me to hell when I keep trying to post a corrected copy that now is inside of my own computer's word-documents. I guarantee you all, not even Christianity has experienced any kind of miracles like this. As for raising the dead, this simple trick is called DDLTT, and is child's play in coming super hi-tech advanced societies all over the fucking cunt chewing hyperspace, good folks, and bad ones! If anyone out here thinks this is a hoax or anything along the lines of the great 2009 Child Balloon Scare, you can think again. I will prove to any one at any time, any of the fucking shit in my claims that I make on my blogs. But do not go postal ass on me folks if you take me on and then see you are unable to prove me a crackpot, and prove me to be wrong. I went through this with Clarence Harris and Joseph Paget, and do not wish to relive another similar mother fucking experience, thank you very much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Now I swear on my mother fucking honor, I will now randomly select an old SAFE JOURNAL blog right now and paste it in, and we will then see how shit fucking compares up with what is going on right now with me in my nightmare fucking cunt life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''HERE WE GO'' © OFFICE.





KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 080

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295 SBT-DATFILE:

CH-080-022211.853—TUESDAY EVENING

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:

THE UNFATHOMABLE SAN MATEO LATTISAW-HACK:

COPYRIGHT 2006-2011, “THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:





Robert McDowell, old pal from 1969-1973, and head of the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, please know that between just past four this afternoon and until around close to five this evening, I suffered through the most intense VIDEO-HACK ever. It happened 20 times or more, and I basically had no control over any of my television and attached video equipment, at least through my Emerson DVD-VCR remote control device. I know for a fact that if you or your peeps are indeed accessing this information, it helps you triangulate in on whoever these freaking ass diseased monsters are who are doing this bullshit to me. Thank you. Ten to one, a filthy Philadelphia Flyers game is being played tonight and as I speak now on this system, electronically. The other horrific attack was during one of their revolting ICPE-CHEATING early-middle January days the weekend before the 2011 Superbowl, and was a MUST WIN FLYERS GAME NIGHT, and sure enough they clobbered there mother fucking opponent by using INTENTIONALLY-CREATED-PARALLEL-EVENT or (ICPE) Technology, and harassing me. Notice also how another fucking 'ODF' got blogged shortly after telling my readership that I am fucking sick and fucking tired of this mother fucking HACK!!!!!! Just as in the roulette example, playing any bi-parameter outcome against the following spin's remaining parameter outcome produces a before-house-edge or (BHE) of about 7% after a long running test, normally this is mathematically acceptable as ten million spins or random generations of numbers that range from 1-38. Many parallel-events are visible, and many are not, they just cannot be detected by the casual observer, but they exist every bit as much, and are as real as the obvious and more visible ones, such as how many times is there major trouble for you following your walking into a tough biker bar and saying that all bikers are a bunch of ass hole pussy fem cock sucking sons of bitches and their bitches are all trash whores. There is an obvious and visible ICPE involved here, that is between 99-100% that the “B” event is going to be BIG TROUBLE, following the “A” event. Now unlike 'cause and effect', Parallel-Event, or PE, works in both directions, and it thus reminds me more of the space-time-mind 6th dimensional continuum. Reverse the polarity of the electrons and the protons in every atom in Avogadro's universe, and you will suddenly perceive your life running backward from that point to the moment of your birth and even your conception. Now ever since the 15th of August in 1986, this wild 'ICPE' NIGHTMARE-GAME was started with me and the evil empire, and really, the forces behind the OZ-CURTAIN controlling the evil empire, and this would be the one third evil part of the great AWA (Astral-World-Authority), the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the residents of the BRIGGBRASE, comprising what is secretly known and referred to as the LAMBRIGG CULT, and has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with a location in the waking world known as Lambrigg, England.



The next topic for this blog and this evening is the way the rules of this nightmare game have indeed altered over the course of time since that nightmare fucking AUGUST 15, 1986, when I sent the musical project down to the United Sates Copyright Office, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL” Normally, when I score, 'they' backed off all through the nineties, and since this shit started. Lately in this fucking diseased twenty-first century, 'they' do not back off when I score, such as deciding to reveal my travels a few days ago up to this very day, and mentioned the killer earthquake, it is right there on the blog, just a few blogs back, somewhere in the chapter-seventies. I EVEN TOLD YOU ALL, AND YOU TOO GINA, that I WILL REMIND Y'ALL OF THIS, and this is what I am now doing, so there!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you have to say to me tonight, DONNA SUMMER?????????????????????? I just love that hate-page of yours, they say no ink is bad ink when you are trying to get a story out, maybe this is true. I will keep my jury out on that one, and reserve my opinion and judgment.



THAT FAMILY did me a huge favor even though it will slow me down from doing what I had planned at the end of next month, day trading. This is why I have this computer. Here is what the plan was all about out in San Mateo, California; and a few other side comments will be added in here as well, so read with a braced stance. A very strange thing happened about 6 weeks ago or so at my job, it is all on the blogs somewhere back when it went down live at that time. This thing led to an event of me getting to know a very fine gentleman who has computer knowledge that may not be on the level of Lenny McKinnon/ressurectionist and his followers of the cowardly ambulance driver of the greatest war ever fought in mans recorded history as of 2011; but, he is no dummy, and will be coming over here within a weeks time, and will reformat me after we back up and store on discs any necessary thing, and then nuke the entire system clean. No charge by the way, friends come in handy. But let me talk about friends since we are on this topic now and since it pertains so much to this very point here. BYE-BYE, NAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But parallel event and ice-hickey and things that fly in the sky, be them toxins or sports teams, same-diff, only carries so much weight, and then there follows the great legend of Damon and
Pitheous, and all other close friendships ranging from shitty, all the way to the numerous countless gray areas in-between these two points. The dude who wanted to go into the day trading with me and become an equal 50/50 partner, bought this computer, and was going to finish saving somewhere between 400 and 1,000 dollars; and then we were going to open an account up at TD-Ameritrade. But on Presidents' Day, yesterday, he dropped by, and I walked him through the exact stuff that I told on my previous blog, the entire steps from yellow pages to Google Maps, cleverly using the A-box as what continued to show up on my IP computer address for local weather, and that was the mysterious city out in Jason Cali, called, SAN MATEO. So the B-box is where I printed from the “FIND A PERSON” on the YP, the only male name listing, CANNON. Then I hit the clicker to get the connection from what showed up as my IP, to this listing, and it is a road-map showing the exact time and connection and all by itself it also popped up 36th Avenue. When I zoomed in with the licensed search tools, it shows some large beautiful condos all along 36th Avenue. What are the odds? Even Letty, MI's 3rd cousin told me that I better just live with what is being done and keep my mouth shut, or my life may get real bad, another ANN KING SILVA promise, from the great MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE THAT FAMILY, perhaps or (MO), again, what are the odds of all of these 'earthquake' coincidences, BRO? So we will call this day-trading partner by the alias name of Jack Spenser. So Jack was shown the whole ball of wax, my copyrights, even Tom Glenn, the great arranger and non-air conditioner wall night slammer, the various pages on the internet, the way the weather of my IP address insisted on being the city of San Mateo, California, and then when I back spaced the box and only showed the one address and let the other one be as though this computer is asking directions for driving over to 'brother' or 'cousin' NC's place, POW, the map pops up. Anyone out here can do this and see that MI is screwing with me, or at least her jealous hubby is. Well the story does not end here. Jack Spenser got real quiet and sat down on a different chair, not near the computer and told me to shut down the system because he wanted to talk to me. He then proceeded to tell me that nobody at the Harvest believes my story, you know, why I ran away in the dead of night out of the only place I ever had known with just basically the clothes on my back, on an icy cold night, and pretended to go to my job, clocked in; and when the place shut down, jumped on the famous I-95 and drove all the fucking ass way down here to mother fucking Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!! He then went onto say, there is no other explanation now for your story, it IS true, and we cannot fight people like this, and he now wants to back away from our plan to day-trade. These mother fucking bastards had this all planned all along. We then went out to a nice place to have some dinner, he treated, this was the plan; that did not change. He grew more and more pessimistic no matter how I told him that I do not plan on giving up, and that I have been fighting THIS MAGICAL FRIGHTENING DISEASED ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY since the middle or late nineteen-sixties, and am not about to say UNCLE yet, not by a freaking long shot; not when I know that I can make a million dollars a year on the system that I use, using the same idea of making just a few basis points or units as I called them in 1986 when I clobbered the roulette tables. Well, have we moved along in 34 months or what, ladies and gentlemen?????????? Can anyone see the CHEMTRAILS? Can anyone see this huge hatched out plan? It took years for the sky trails to be a real world topic, it started with me on Gaither Road in December of 1987 in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, in the USAESMWG, and now ten million peeps are in the club, YO!!!!!!!!!! Sooner or later, what Nicky has done to me will be the topic on the net as well.



My new plan is totally different, and I AM KEEPING MY MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH ETERNALLY SHUT. It just puts my time schedule back about a fucking year. But look at it in a positive way my supporters and my MORIANS, old MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN will not have to share the profits and lose 50% now, so really, thank you very much for giving me this cunt licking hack. As always, followers of evil and darkness end up only thinking they have won something, when really, only light can shine, and darkness can only never shine. It may not be Shakespeare but this is my philosophy for tonight peeps, hey it is late and I am fucking exhausted, give me a damn break Admiral Humpback!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tanks.



So I'll take 'MI Apology Song' down off of the u-tube soon, and be done with it. I tried to say I am sorry, and all I got was sand kicked in my face, another typical day on Zeranniss Jones BEACH, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She didn't want to sweep the sand, or kick it really, but did want to own the land. Yes 'I DO' call this music, and I never told Dawn-Marie King that I was her Uncle Mark. That was all HER INVENTION, and was utter nonsense and bullshit. So you better keep me informed if she goes off of her probation soon, Atlantic County Prosecutors. I have the right to know, and get a protection restraint order in place over at the freaking Fort Pierce Police Department. This family WILL kill me sooner or later, I all ready know that, and you know about that coded shit, right Mc-ki------yeah, believe this is a coincidence MC-COY!!!!!!!!!!







END TRANSMISSION:







OK folks, I will read this myself on the web-page at BLOGGER, after I post up which I am now going to do. I already know the magic of all-dots-connecting, in cosmos, will blow my mind, just from the way it began about my old school pal, mister McDowell from the FCC.





No, no, no, no, shorty fucking MacInvondi Carolcuzz Pennock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A major computer hack has begun as soon as I pasted in this old blog from twenty-eleven somewhere.





This fucking cunt computer is ready for the fucking landfill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Watch the Dow Jones fucking fly up 1000 points today folks, and this is no fucking joke, YO, you will see, just as I told you, lovely giant fucking GINA. TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!





As for my cunt lapping LUCK TEST SCORES: Today was a MINUS 12, and each week for 18 weeks now, these scores are dropping in an averaged computation, a few more points on a decimal, and a few more, and a few more, and where it stops is anyone's mother fucking wildest cunt eating guess, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-------You know about how bad it is recently, all over again, and this too was randomly just plucked out of a million documents, WHAAAAAAAA-BIT!





Then the next paragraph is really unbelievable, here it is. ALL OF GAGA'S ANSWERS MAKE 100% TOTAL SENSE, AND WHY NOT, THIS IS A MAGICAL FUCKING CAT FROM THE ASTRAL PLANE. THE CAT KNOWS, AND NOT JUST KNOWS MY SHIT, HE KNOWS ALL OF YOUR SHIT TOO.





Where are you when I really do need you Pam Bondi, my blood really will be on your hands when I am murdered shortly here in Fort Pierce, in your wonderful marvelous paradise state. Oh well, then it will be your problem, mahm, as I'll be lying in the ME's slab in the freaking morgue!!!!!!








PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY NEARLY 100 MONTHS OF BLOGS, CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES, THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM. But on top of this, I hereby legally swear a personal oath to you, the Attorney General of Florida, that this is all really happening to me, under all penalties applicable if you can prove I am deceiving you or fabricating my nightmare hellish story.







RED ALERT



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THE STOCK MARKET IS RACING UP TO 16,000 POINTS FAST, AND I AM UNDER A HORRIBLE SIEGE. THE TELELPHONE HARASSMENT IS CONTINUING, THIS HAS COST ME A GOOD WILL FURNITURE STORE DELIVERY TODAY, AND YOU SCUMBAG AUTHORITIES OUT HERE SHOULD BE SO TOTALLY FUCKING ASS ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES FOR ALLOWING MY TINY LITTLE DISABLED LIFE TRO BE EN DLESSLY FURTHER WRECKED AND DESTROYED. YOU HAVE NO HUMANITY, YOU HAVE NO SHAME, YOU HAVE NO HEART, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CONSCIENCE, YOU MAY THINK YOU HAVE EVERYTHING, BUT IN TRUTH, YOU ARE WEALTHY IM WORLDLY GOOD AND THAT IS ALL YOU GHAVE, AS WITHOUT THOSE MATERIAL OBJECTS, YOU ALL HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WHATSOEVER. YOU ARE SCUM SUCKING MAGGOTS ON FUCKING CUNT LAPPING STEROIDS AND THAT IS ALL THATR ALL OF YOU ARE IN THE DISEASED WOMO-MILITUFORCE ON WALL CUNT LAPPING STREET. NEW YORK CITY IS AN EVIL PLACE, BROUGHT STRAIGHT FROM THE GATES OF HELL, THAT NEED TO BE NUKED, OR STRUCK WITH A HUGE ASS FUCKING METEOR!!!!!!!!!!





MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCC



GO TO OPEN COMMAND GENERAL ORDER 7. ALL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, FULL MAXED OUT POWER, SETTING YOUR PULL POWER GAIN TO 11.8 IN CHES PER NANOSECOND-INFINITY, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR GAIN AT MAX OUT 11.5 IPNS. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON THE SOUND OF THE 'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SCAN AND WHOEVER IS DOING THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW IS TO BE SCANNED ALONG WITH ALL OF THEIR CHILDREN, PARENTS, SIBLINGS, AND ANY OTHER LOVED ONES, MAKE AN IMAGE OBJECT AND PLACE IT ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, SETTING YOUR DESIRE KEY FROM NORMAL-NEUTRAL-J-POSITION, TO THE PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT I-POSITION. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER TO THE MAX, DESTROYING WHOEVER IS DOING THIS TO ME ALONG WITH ALL OF THEIR EVIL FUCKING LOVED ONES ALSO. HERE ARE MY TWO TONES ON MY VOIUCE PRINT, HEAR THIS ELECTRONICALLY THE SECOND I HIT THE PUBLISHING BUTTON ON THE CONNECTED NETWORKING SYSTEM.



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---TONE A



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---TONE B



G-1133, G-901, G-189, UNDER CG-2, CG-39, CG-18 AND S-----T-----O-----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





LOTS OF POWERFUL SHIT IS GOING TO BE WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED FOR THIS FUCKING INHUMAN ATTACK ON ME.



THIS IS WORSE THAN BACK IN THE YEARS OF 1987-1991!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH THOSE FUCKING STAR ASS KENNEDY'S. HOW THEY WILL ALL EVENTUALLY STRIKE THE EARTH, AND YOU 2 FOR DOING ALL OF THIS TO ME, GREAT ISIS BOIL SKATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













































So folks, howz-it-goen? As for me, I am doing just about as monstrously horrendous as it gets, but as all of us good Huntington clan, ''STILL HANGIN' IN THERE'', right Atlantic City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, nearly a decade back into time????????? In all absolute honesty, ladies and gentlemen out here, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just what can I say”?













WELL.............

GREAT ISIS 'BOIL SKATES', AND ALL OTHERS; THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:





WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, folks;



YES YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO, GUESS WHO THE LIAR IS?



NIGHTY

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