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To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Rats Tats and Playing Real Football, #30

TWIMCIFITHIM, #30, SUBTITLED
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL------070107.372

Well fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle is because this will work as an intro for leading into the title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on www.blogger.com. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this third of my blogs.

The worm hole incident from one week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in the fooking evening. It started with a big home theater attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented evidence to both the FCC as well as the
ACLU, and CC to state attorney general’s office of New Jersey, my local Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep fucking with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do not want 2 listen, I have civil fucking rights incestrallites. No football teem ever won a single game just playing defensively on any field anywhere in the world. Give these fucking bastard scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch and they will take 100 light years every time, B4 U can realize it even happens 2U. Say “jackrobinsquat” and U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U right by the cat tail Mizz Purr; hold the fucker-juices out of that one, and my prick as well. They match U point 4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B4 U know U took a breath of freaking air. These filth have no conscience and no shame, I have tried 2 shame them, they do not fucking shame, because entities that R lower than whale shit are totally un-shame-able. So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and places? No! So what options R left 4 those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting, tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left 4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice when I exposed on an earlier blog, the full evil empire of Phillies always losing and the Dow Jones Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one. Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a swept up floor by the Broom club of the Phillies Haters, Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault, both nights my full moon was literally wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy poisonous kemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to have wicked painful shits, these total bitches have caused ma many an accident in the pants, all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via automobile.

Eddie Himacane got totally screwed by crooked VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly fucking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world, or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R goon do all that they R able 2 interfere with it. Really, it does not require an Einsteinian mind 2C any of their motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove any of it, so they get away with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them, as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam the shit oudda them on their own network system, it is a free country, and I will speak out. I have dying declarations and utterances all over, I have several people that I keep constant current voicemail death evidence messages on their systems, so they can at least report 2 the authorities should I disappear and get murdered like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R ruthless and I think they even got to McMeekan on the ACPD force. Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks Cable Vision yard, off of I-95 in Bucks County, PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my friend Dave was a licensed 235 Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling ATM machines, they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2 handle, and the Jersey police usually let them slide, as here, in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not care if U die on the job, unless UR totally blue, [a police officer], not a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go ahead and get shot, I was always worried that the enemy would shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuse, should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2 do, and will always go on endlessly, futile or not, you’ll all have 2 fucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down easy, I know 2 many secrets about what U term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part, guns should B in the hands of the cops and the military, there is one + murder per day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia, this is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death threats on them, a possible exception, but please, give me a break, U think I will take a job handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron? You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks. People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the perverted bum fagot. No U can all saw whatever U wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in all honesty, what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for Crissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed, or any part of this new age started by a total dirt bag who happened 2B our 40th US President, us roulette players refer 2 him on occasion as Red-Red.

I think it is time to remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker moonlit skies, the night poisonous chemtrailing is vicious murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while, U know the old saying, “when the cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2 fucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a recent move into my trailer park, yeah, we R just a couple of fucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes, and the list goes on, it is his business, I will say no more. My story, I have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off and take a whittle dip in the Atlantic Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed, trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed, once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1, in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite happy. As I pen this, a crash level private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof here at Ed’s trailer while I sit here blogging away, and EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved me under a buss, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, defrauded out of$4,000 by a tow truck driver who said we would buy a truck and start a business, and he knew the dealer and the Glendale Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of 10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a HUD home in Kramer Hill, a section of the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his wife that was getting promoted, I admit I got some, and had stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts of 1998 in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor or the defense attorney asks me at vwardere, whether or not I was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into literally an early grave as she never really was the same after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did, and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4 me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the best way it sounds 2 me, ‘vwardere’. I am not trying to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the shit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life. I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police documented, and filed at Atlantic and Camden County Prosecutors Offices.

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APRIL 16, 2014,

LATE WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 9:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, BOTBARIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,65 DEGREES FNHT.

HA HA HA HATERS OF ME, IT WILL BE A COOL DAY HERE!!!!!!!!!!

Right at present maya minper or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs, starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries in this series of blogs and those that follow start some early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2 bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT being either asleep or awake, but in a TTH, or as I say, a THIRD THING HAPPENING. They know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the famous combo 1-2 punch included a super ass loud piece of junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was the early twentieth century, and I was with the most beautiful young teen aged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I ever saw in my pathetic life. She told me that her name is Sarah Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the beach making light conversation and I was in total awe of her physical size and beauty, her long hair was light brown with many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns, and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years younger, about 10, as she was about 14 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just 15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction on this dream-plane. She said out of the blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4 her great city. She then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Her strength is not comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not think for one rotten minper that the Mayor of Atlantic City and all his pals starting with Robert McGuire on Tennessee Avenue, do not all know about all of this, as when I told Sergeant Frank Callio the story at his Police Station back in 1997 in the springtime shortly after my miserable and frightening meeting with dude McG, he tried to act real nonchalant about it all, but I could C a look come over his face that told me all I needed. Anyway, after the great SJK took the chain, we both were instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the upstairs area, her bedroom. In this bedroom on the rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer dresser and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers, and there was the chain. She smiled at me and closed the door, just starring at me with huge chocolate brown eyes with natural super thick and long eyelashes that were so gorgeous I thought I was not going 2B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept thanking me 4 giving me her chain, but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen from her and sank on some boat down in South America. She actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our world. Without this energy, the ocean would B dead, hence she is the life of the Ocean or really said better, she is the Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy interaction, my unconscious dreaming energy connected into her energy, no differently than your printer is connected into your computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround amplifier is connected through your cable television system. This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and now, came to know and understand with full clarity that I am directly dealing with the ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS, an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the 6th dimension that curves up and over in right angles out beyond themselves over lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the physical death exit, so I fully intend, 2 totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I will B able then 2 get upline to Sarah Krassle’s world, and escape my hell. Nirvanic oblivion is never possible, not 4 any entity, but just to escape this life, I would sacrifice a trillion tars and entities without fucking batting a single eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and her cousin the Earth Lightning Goddess Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis as well, Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those entities that do not exist. If U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time, and all space is one space, and out of that total zero dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or 5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th dimension creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into right now, I am on a schedule and must get 2 work shortly. Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the physical planet herself, her lightning, and crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with our dark cold quiet still oceans, and cousin Diana and her did a lovely job of putting this world into operation, but really, it is all just a dream. Nothing physical or supposedly tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world, that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own creation from. But in my private 1969 December interaction with my teen queen, this chain seemed 2B so very important 2 her, and so was the 4 year variance in her age, being 10 on the beach, and 14 in her shop, and her name and this 4 year variance was indelibly left in my minds’ consciousness, so it must have major significance in ways I still am working on figuring out.

Major shit is again pummeling me today folks, and not back in 2007, but up fucking here in middle cock sucking April of 2014. Jane Shithead Sleaze-Weeds just got me with fucking page eleven of eleven, a fire alarm is going off at 8:42 AM, and the computer froze up when I initially went up on it.

This allows me to fucking cunt lapping skip down, as I do not have two sticky paper screen blockers, for both page eleven of cunt eating eleven and the MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB-HACK that is back on a roll and vengeance again. Thank the fucking gods I can use SPACER-LINES, WHEN I FUCKING NEED TO, MIZZ BONDI AND GOVERNOR SCOTT, YO! This death siege is worse than mother fucking 1986 and cunt chewing 1997 combined, SIR and MAHM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I enjoyed watching your March 18 Book signing, Professor Kaku. We both know that no one can understand what is really going on, you, me, the Stein, and the Chair, what a motley crew we all are. Here comes the authorities now, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, at 8:50. This is gonna' be one hell of another day for me guys, and is of course already mother fucking SUPER ASS TOTAL BOTBAR AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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???????????????????

The hacking on the fucking mouse is super major, Bob McDowell, FCC, sir; and this machine will be LANDFILL MATERIAL BY END OF THE WEEK. THEN I GO STRAIGHT TO AN INJURY ATTORNEY TO SUE MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Watch the Dow Jones fucking fly up 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!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME FOR ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY PROPHECIES. PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME.

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???????????????????

Yes, all of fucking Manhattan can indeed Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back in 1970 at Haddonfield, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 16, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 2:02,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, BOTBARIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,72 DEGREES FNHT.

Holy fucking mother of Goddess, these pricks have totally fucking mince meated my entire life. I bet you are laughing and happy, Hands-David, distant CUZZ. Why would this family all hate me so much, when I was good enough in 1969 to donate my fucking DNA, and was chosen to become a part of it, yeah right, donate; donate my ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well peeps it hit fucking 90 degrees the past two days, and that was not what made my life brutally fucking hellish, it was death siege persecution from the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, not the mother freaking hot ass temps, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes sir kind viewers, indeed I read this myself on the web-page at BLOGGER, after I posted 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. You either see all this is real by now, or as bad a shape as I am in physically, you are worse, cosmically. Total blindness cosmically, no sir, no mahm, I would not ever ever ever trade places with you, or Ingrid!!!

This family WILL kill me sooner or later, I all ready know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!

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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

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

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

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

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

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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“The 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

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 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

http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 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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She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the interaction up now back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully, the answers to much of my concerns is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS, just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that her rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me in this incarnation that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and “CRAN’ R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in, and is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey and told him to leave her alone or I would tear his lungs out and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths, and he instantly burst out laughing and the next thing I knew it was July 4th of 1970 and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”. that was what was all in the dream, it was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness, one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean and when I got there, the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me and the next thing I know I am awake laying here in my trailer residence and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help, no one can fight the great Mariah, and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER.UR my mighty queen, and I only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document, this is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein. Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Still I Wait 4 Them 2 State

STILL I WAIT 4 THEM 2 STATE, THAT I AM HERE
BLOG-BOOK, [THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME],
[THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION]
DATFILE 061908.887.55--BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I have no intention of leaving the net-world 4 another 70 days, don’t even think about it. The last time, the Briggbase planted many reflectional-entities or as we on the Astral Plane refer 2 them as, REFENT’S. The vegetable juicers were only one, and many others ‘popped-up’ as well. Let me discuss refents first, as this is very pertinent 2YI am writing and posting this doc 2-night. First, pop-ups, long B4 this term was officially used by the world, and stolen from me directly over a power-drain-bugged telephone line, the Lambrigg-Cult or the owners of the entire World Entertainment System or the WES, PK-FBI-LAO- TODD, first by the now very famous VH1 Music channel on the cable television network. Pop ups were observed on more occasions that I could begin 2 count right now, when my late-pal, David Roth and I would go places together B4 his demise in oh-2. When they begin a DFNONG, as Gawky calls these games, and pronounced by them right here on this mortal world, {MW}, as ‘difnong’ like future boy on the Disney channel and then rhyming with the word ‘gong‘, aniwho, when they begin a game, and this abbreviation stands 4 “Diversion From Never Obtaining Nirvana Game” and what is all about is obvious 2 anyone, not only 2 the Buddhist’s as well as all of my prior blogging texts that refers 2 this subject manner regarding going nuts times 10 to the 99th power or bananas a goggle times over, and how any entity aware of this unfacable Dogtown, mortal word being HELL, and not diverting attention away from it. Y’all think that this would B heaven and believe that somehow a heaven is there so great created by an unfathomably terrific GOD, that it would permit everlasting awareness 2 not B a hell, and this is all a bunch of Archie’s Bunk!!!! These games, not GAS ME, real funny Briggers, bite me, aniwho, I have spent a couple of days and nights in deep meditation, and know a bit more detailed subject matter regarding these wovwee difnong’s. As stated B4, U might, guys aniwho, think that the best and or greatest diversion would B sex. Sahwee 2 disappoint U, it is not as lasting. sex that is, through endless instant by instant existence and also it does not provide, all though as pleasurable as we all know that it is, the true staying power of the necessary diversion creation, and only powerful games that involve struggles, competition, sporting type events and the louder and bloodier the better, and along these lines, will ever accomplish this goal. Let’s face it, if UR in pain 2 a small degree, U may want 2 go out and enter a buying spree or have sex or whatever 2 attempt creating a successful diversion from your personal pain, B it physical or mental/emotional, etcetera, unless the pain is 2 great 4U2B diverted successfully away from it with the course that U chose 2 use in making your attempt 2 do so. Now, many games R going on, such as the UFO/Flying Saucer one, or scaring the human race in other ways, using sickness or death or losing loved ones, and the list is endless. The bible uses a different terminology than I do, but the original Star trek show episode explains it best where Kirk/Shatner tells how an advanced group of entities could indeed fool a backward culture into believing that they R God/s. The bible must use words from the times and millenniums that it was written in, how can any intelligent being dispute that simple reality? Some games played by the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral Plane or the LACAP as they also as known as by less than 800 out of the 6 and a half billion Earthers presently. They pronounce this word LAY-CAP and some games R played with mass groups such as those researching the Ufology phenomenon, while also they conduct many individualized and very personal games, one on one, such as my particular hell, now written about on 5 blogs at the site www.blogger.com/ and also on my website at http://morianity-foundation.com/. This is not new, I knew this throughout the entire 21st century. My curve of ‘enlightenment’ so 2 speak, was perhaps 5 degrees per year from 1970, as at 15 and a half in the summertime of this year, I knew something big time was wrong, And tried 2 tell big ‘mentor’ brother from the Big brother’s Organization, John Henningsen, that indeed something was messing with me, and he laughed, and then days later was leaving 4 Colorado where he hailed from, totally out of the blue-yellow, tile-tapper. Everyone gets more enlightened about their life and purpose, everyone, even your house cat. People in average I would estimate 2B moving at just a bit less than my rate, since my game initiated by the Millionth Council with me is obviously a more advanced and powerful version of ’game’ than what is normally used on a single individual. I’d venture 2 guess that more power is used on me than is used on the entire United States and Global Air Force systems. Relativity is not 4 geniuses and Einstein’s and all of the MC’s, it is 4 any thinkers. If I survive 4 whatever reason 1000 times more of their crazy hell than the collective-average of humanity does, then my ratio to theirs in enlightenment is also about 1000:1, dig? Get it? Capeesh Tony and family? Speaking of family, TAWF, I made another PBHE ‘screw-up’ and called That-Astral-World-Family of Astral-realm Briggbase garbage citizens, TAWT, sahwee. 2/3rds of the great Millionth Council would never think about conducting these miserable interactions with the MWP, but the Briggers will never quit, NEVER, {mortal-world-population}. The Briggbase is a gigantic area that resembles a mortal world military base, and it is loaded with tell strange towers resembling our world’s water towers, and Brigantine, New Jersey, if U notice is loaded with them. Even though the Briggbase is gargantuan and stretches in all 3 directions for nearly a total quintillion cubic astral miles [interactions that R agreed upon by groupings of astral entities] as neither space nor time R real things in and of themselves as they R on physical plane mortal waking worlds of conscious existence. Brigantine on the waking world existence is a tiny dot, but what there is of it is a true miniature in appearance, at least in 2 dimensions. Waking Worlders find my discussion of the nest/woust directions just 2 foreign 2 conceive of, but it is nonetheless a true fact. In fact if U move in your thoughts too slowly around any large city out there, U just seem 2 go around and around, as it takes a burst of speed down one of the “linelanes” as they R astrally referred 2, in order 2 move away from a populated area, as it is not an area in a true location, it is simply an agreed upon mutual interaction of astral entities. Provinces themselves seem 2 loop around without applying even more speed 2 move away. Then the brain breaker is that no matter how quickly U will yourself 2 move around, U endlessly will orbit around the entire astral plane on all three dimensions, north/south, east/west, nest/woust, all 3 ofem. The only way on and off this plane of existence is to dream-down and suddenly UR a little tike here on this mortal waking world, or fall-back, and this places U simply where U always R and will B, void infinity, EWI. Never ever confuse nirvana with Existence-Without-Interaction. Nirvana Theory or NT is like its abbreviation letters sort of suggest, NOT possible. It has been pondered that non-existors wishing 2 exist would blindly and willingly desire 2 trade places with existors, and then existors would B at Nirvana. The trouble is that no entity throughout existence has of yet figured out how 2 reach and thereby communicate with a non-existor. It works in theory like Einstein’s relativity. Now how can we accomplish this? So far, we cannot, and hence, evil Briggers choose 2 play vicious games with the very counterparts of their own self, us, and then watch this horrendous-video so 2 speak, and laugh. It does take your mind off non-oblivion, it really does, I know, from the other side. This is just an opening 2 this topic, I never forger, and I will move further along in greater detail at a ‘future-time’. My blogs R all printed out and studied so that missed things and new connections to old things can B figured out and later re-posted, plus new add-on material. When I read back the blog starting just with this calendar year of oh-eight, it is indeed mind boggling. Go ahead and do it, and then U will C in a mighty way, that judging me a fantasizer 2 quickly with delusions of grandeur is a mistake. Mister Smith back in the autumn of 1970 at the special education school that the All Mighty infiltrated a short while, and doing a Jebez Hawks and going from 2 to 22 years old real quickly and without a special room in an antique shop up in northeastern USA, said it all 2 me one afternoon upon my returning from a very strange place just a mile or so to my north from the center of the world famous Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The school sent me there, it was sort of another school, only then I was totally ignorant to facts such as Briggbase or astral world resident infiltrators, and thought it was the coolest joint I ever went 2. It was part of the great TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, and was located in between or sort of as three dimensions R involved astrally; from the great Teck Bay and the Briggbase. The song is always endlessly looping/playing blaring out over the Teck Bay that attempts 2 appease the wrath of the mightiest loveliest teenager in the multiverse, the great All-Mighty SSJKK, just click up to the website and if your windows media player is on, U will hear this song, it has been copyrighted in my name here on the mortal world, co-written by me, Carlajayja, and the great SSJKK, who plays her loot and enzemeter, astral realm musical instruments, and natch, I don’t have a mortal world copy of stuff like that, B real/e Tom. Again, just go up 2 this site and it pops right on, just as it always blares out over the Teck Bay, ‘out there’. www.morianity-foundation.com.

Now most of U know about the Privecode machine, Earthly invented by a corporation known in 1983 as the IMM or the International Mobile Machines IMC. This was first, as all things must by the very nature of true reality, B, invented by astral world forces on the Briggbase and then they dream-downed the device and its creation and the corporation, and brought it onto the mortal world-MW. Everything has a PRIVECODE, as well as a Privecode number, and whether the human inventors know this powerfully guarded secret or not, I am not privy to that at present minper. I do know that the secret is coming out, right now. Numerologists know about how 2 arrive at an ‘up-number‘, and this is the key 2 a powerful and very extremely dangerous knowledge and potential technology, forbidden in its use against humanity within 12 decades. There R nine up-numbers, one through 9, in the base ten Earthly system mostly used by non machine intelligence-entities, here on this waking MW. I will tell just bare-bone details 4 tonight. My name when it is not Mountainpen is Mark Wayne Mohr. Only the Christian or the first name and the sir or the last name is used to begin in arriving at the secret [private-code-number]. So my middle name of Wayne is ignored. First we count the amount of letters in the Christian/Sir name or the CSN. 4 a female, use again first and last names and only the non-married or maiden name that U were born with. B4 going on, I told my landlady just a fraction of what I will B letting out 2-night and shortly thereafter, she turned on me and hated me without a reason and without a cause. Read on Mick-Beth-Shakespeare, with caution, using what I say is all at your own risk and decision. If under 18, ya’ better call mom or dad in 4 this one, your life could B changed 4 ever. This is an official warning, take it as 1 pweeeeeze: Now there R9 of these up numbers, and they exist as a result of taking any number higher than nine, and adding it or adding up all of the digits in the entire number until UR left with either a 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, or a 9. An example or 2 would B say the number 1969, my favorite number, representing my greatest year of life in present dream-down from my truer astral reality. The up-number of 1969 is 1+9+6+9 which a 5 year old should know in his/her head, is the LSD#, not that they should know that, but aniwho, it is 25, the DEEDEE, the great HAWK. She has been following me and watching over me this year 10 times more than in prior years, but let us not get 2 diverted, nirvana is never obtain-able or total [oblivion], and we know it. So back on mister A. Bunker’s great pernt if we may: The up# for 22 is 4, that was Staples store easy, how about the number 6 million? Well, written out, that is 6,000,000 and adding zeros up with the six, makes six million’s up number, a six, (6). How about 999,999,999 or just one less than a mighty billion? Well, just cancel out nine’s as they will do it by themselves should U wish 2 attempt 2 disprove me and add them all up. But what is 9, nine times, should U insist? Well it is 81, 9X9=81, and 8+1=9. Just get rid of any nines and if UR left with one of them, then 9 is the up-number, I do not care if the number is 386 nines long, its up# is a 9. Ok, so we hung in here this long, let us proceed onto the 2nd of 3 parts of arriving at a PCN or a PRIVATE-CODE-NUMBER. A is the first letter in the English alphabet. Z is the 26th letter. All 26 letters have a numerological order, C is the 3rd, M is the 13th , and so forth. Again using names for right now, always first and last only, my name when it is not in pseudonym of Mountainpen is Mark Mohr. First, count the total letters and get its up number, in my case of having 9 or less for a total, it is a simple 8. If your name is Rebecca Jonesman, counting the letters-total, we get Christian-7/sir-8 and adding them or 7+8=15. Now 15 means 1+5 and this is a 6-up-number. Now we will do Mark Mohr as I am a bit 2 lazy right now 2 work on a fictional phase 4 character that chose 2 just now come through to me as she obviously could not make a successful dream-down into phase-3 reality off of the astral world. I have long ago memorized my own name-information, so here we go. M is letter 13. A is letter 1. R is letter18. K is letter11. That is my Christian name. My sir name now goes like this: M is letter 13. O is letter 15. H is letter 8. R is letter 18. My Christian/first name is alphabet total number 43, and my Sir/last name is alphabet total number 54. So adding 43+54, we get a total of 97. Now, take the nine and put it in Copperfield Houdini’s hat, and we get the up number of 7, once the abrakadabra nine is made 2 disappear. Now we have two parts of this equation done. First we arrived at an 8 by totaling up the name-number, or amount of letters in the first/last names. Second, we arrived at 7 with the alphabetical numeration computation. Now U always subtract the smaller number from the larger number, and should they B the same, the number would B a zero, and we will get back to that, but 4 right now, in this example, 8-7=1. Now to arrive at the PCN , not the bank, I said PCN, or PRIVATE-CODE-NUMBER, U simply take the 8, the 7, and the 1, and put these three digits together, and my PCN is 871. What is yours? Always use this order, the amount of letters of your name’s up#, the order in alphanumeric total up#, and then the calculated difference between them is always your third and final of the 3 digit PCN. So 4 a quick second example, if your born name is Sam Son, U add and get a 6, then 33-Christian plus 48-Sir, would equal 81, and this totals up to single digit or up-#9. Then 6 subtracted from 9 is 3, so in order, the PCN for Sam Son is 693, hay there Mister Calliendo, let’s just slow down there, the roads R dangerous enough, Frank. Now how do PCN’s relate to each other U may now B wondering? Every date, every word, every person, every place, everything in your Earthly proximity that converts to English alphabetized systems can B computer plotted 4 compatibility and non compatibility, based on PCN’s. A simpler and quicker up number system 4 seeing at a glance or almost, whether it B a romance, or a business relationship, or anything connecting potential persons 4 any purposes, has mathematical compatibility based on birth names which is Y we all R here dreaming and is the all of everything, the name is everything, but U must understand this 2 make it properly operate, U simply take the Christian/Sir names and get their total alpha-number which is your true birth-name-number such as mine totals up 2 a 97, and then take any other name and this is what I showed my land lady who never was the same with me afterwards. Both U and the other name 2B in a compatibility must B within a 10% numeric range one 2 another. With me, a person would need a numeric name within a 9.7 tolerance of 97, or 10%, or calculated to a rounded up 10 from 9.7, thus adding as well as subtracting 10 from 97 makes my ranging name number or RNN 87-107. Now the other RNN must include your RNN in their RNN, it must work both ways. If for example I am looking 2 go into business with someone with a numeric-name of say 109, their range or RNN is 10% of 109 or rounded off 11, hence 11 added to and subtracted from 109 produces their RNN of 98-120, or compatible. If it is mutually compatible, the odds R greater 4 the persons 2 interact better in whatever the venture is between them, concentrically, the odds R against things working better if both ranges do not inter-loop with each other, or encircle. U might not B2 quick 2 argue this powerful stuff, when I now tell U that Ronald Reagan who started this nightmare 4 me, works out 2 a precise 110, and so does the word, ASTERISK. Also at the risk of U not believing me, I learned shortly after being evicted in 1969 from the garden apartment system that my mom and I were living at this time, and moved into the Oaklyn apartment 2 miles or so away, from a teacher at the Haddon Township High School that they had fairly recently thrown me out of as well, both done by the evil wicked Brigger Cultists, who just now gave me a black out, but thanks to my battery backup, I am OK, aniwho, at ten past midnight on this Friday the 20th of June of Blow-Kate, but obviously they do not want U2 know that the huge muscle dude that chased Brad Messenger and myself that night in spring-1969, was married 2 a lady who said and I freaking quote her,” Hun-leave those 2 boys alone, they didn’t take it, it’s in the baby carriage”, and I learned from a teacher named Simon, that her name was Aste or this was her known PTA nickname at the HTHS school. Add Aste and risk, and art the risk of black out number 2, we arrive at the mighty #110 word ASTERISK, the risk would B great that I would not B here and alive today with her lunatic hubby practically annihilating Brad and me until she told him 2 lay the truck off of us. Yes, the Briggers to this very current minper R looking out 4 your hubby there astral communicator slut Nancy, leave my trucking electricity alone witch-bitch, or a huge twister, volcano, hurricane, and earthquake will strike later today, U have my trucking word on it ya turd. Yeah, asterisk, Trinidad-trinity-three intersecting lines arcing at 120 degrees, and the railroad red roulette man, and our 40th president, mister Ronald Reagan, oh sure, I am a crazy madman sitting here making all of this wild crap up in the middle of the night when I could be enjoying whipping off 2 a good naughty videotape, think about it 4 a minper rapies and germ blows. 110 is the number of Ronald Reagan and asterisk, the huge beautiful chemtrail in the skies, the mighty asterisk chemtrail of December, 1969.

Mayor Levy came 2C me in Ricktown Manor last night and was laughing so hard, totally busting up, telling me I am making way 2 much out of all of this. He says my queen loves me a lot, and sent Diana Arteemis around me twice over the past few days, if she did not care, she would not have done this. I told him he is right. He slapped me on the back and said not to sweat the bull so much, and then told me in his human form he is in far worse shape than I am, and Sarah Callio had nothing 2 do with it, and recently was beaten up by a very strong girl in a bar parking lot 4 mouthing off at her in the bar. He said he knows that I have a good friend in Ann and that he is aware that her daughter is living there on the grounds where he is in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG. I went on 2 tell him his roulette system crashed a month or so back and he roared and told me I was doing it wrong. There R3 levels I can bet on, the beginner, intermediate, or the advanced. This translate in betting amounts at the casino to either 5/25/100/300, or 10/50/200/600, or 15/75/300/900. Just move up and down the black/red, even/odd, and low/high game parameters, playing OLOBOLOB or ODD-LOW-ODD-BLACK-ODD-LOW-ODD-BLACK, etcetera, but wait for two losses 2 show up in the notes and then make the 4 bets until winning or losing the four, and splitting the greens on the higher 2 bets. Do not keep track of one OLOBOLOB pattern, but watch all over the board and usually there is a 2-loss pattern showing up, and I can sit down and play, and keep separate money-chip-piles in front of me at the roulette table instead of in different pockets and standing up squeezing in between players. Just on the Beginner level tonight I played a short while and made 400 bucks, and yesterday I played a few games when I awoke from this interaction, and made another 625 clams. Y the ex-mayor is doing me this favor, I do not know, especially after Rick and Jim and McGuire and all their buddies wrecked Sally Starr’s reputation after she called the Mayor’s office in Atlantic City in the summer of 1998, 2 complain that his lifeguard mascot went into my pants pocket on the beach and robbed me.

Diana, I love U so godsdamn much my endless love, your lightning was so very beautiful, bright purple, my very favorite color, and many other lovely exquisite colors and beautiful fractal designs. I will take U2 a beautiful waterfall in either your great forests directly out beyond Olympia Proper, or in one of so many huge forests within the virtually unlimited borders of Ricktown. Thank U so much 4 loving me and living with me in the great Ricktown Manor. Now it is so clear, YI was so glued to that silly serial TV show as a boy, how much things make total sense when U get enlightened. Such as knowing the truth of how symbolism is so powerful and real and how all things are indeed energetically connected from within the quantum foams. A quick additional example would B the numbers that total up alphanumerically from the words JULY and TWELVE. U arrive at a 68 for JULY and an 87 for TWELVE. Add them and U get the #155. Now from July 12, 1970, add the months, go ahead, just add 155 months or 12 years and 11 months, and it is JUNE of 1983, when the LAMBRIGG CULT CHOKED ME TO MY DEATH, so let us discuss death and LAZAR RETRACE. U can Carry me 2 hell 2 night if U want, but I am telling. Zooming in on any living person, dead now but alive in a past world, can B done with powerful satellites, and distance delay fielding technologies not that far off in the future, B4 Star Trek time 2B honest about it. After the image is transfixed, it is literally turned into light, not broken down into particles as the Star-Trekker’s hope mankind may someday B able 2 do, the military has almost reach the 2nd of 4 phases of the technology that enables us 2 accomplish this feat. Then the image is reverse transfixed or RTF’ed and the person retraced remembers perfectly all of their entire life and memories right up 2 the point of the re-trace. The Christian scriptures indeed do mention this, but not in so many words, man made up the word rapture, it is not totally biblical, the retrace technology was known about back in King David’s time,. 4 now I simply choose 2 say no more. I could tell U so much about Deptford, New Jersey and the mighty Haddonwood, but now it has become obvious that the All Mighty chose my going there 4 a powerful reason that is known only 2 her, it is her business, not mine. She can do anything. I have seen her pick up an ocean liner and fly it over the great river at the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, her great city of white and purple along with millions of shades and colors far beyond mortal man’s deepest wildest imagination. I knew the Mayor of Deptford, New Jersey and worked with this boiler man in Camden, NJ, back in the early 1980’s. There R powerful reasons Y this property has lied there barren and dormant since just a year past Judah Zachary’s 1995 Dark shadows, it is beyond paranormal and esoteric, it is beyond thought, only my great queen SSJKK knows all about this, and humanly, I hope she forgives my outburst the other night, as I am so very sorry. I promise not to talk about laser trace anymore my great liner-flier. I was not flirting with any of your friends and Viqueens on the dock, I love only U, and always will.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. This is all voluntarily sworn truth and this is a legal document, sworn under pains and penalties of full perjury charges.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Good-bye Detective Allens

Detective Allens was a fine old sole. For a time he was my ace in the hole. Now we bid him a fair adue as I leave 4 Chillie or Eastern Peru.



BYE BYE 2 ALL OF U.

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SURREAL EQUALS MOUNTAINPEN

Surreal equals Mountainpen
Still Watergate day/at night, half past 9
The Epitome of Millionth Council Harassment, and
Persecution, the Internet Version, not the 1988/9
Audio-taped copyright office versions.
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The reason I know the surreal situation that I am in is 2-fold, first I am in it, and secondly, no one wishes 2 listen nor to believe my horrible plight. Even when the proof is staring everyone right in the face, the Phillies have lost a million straight games now or so 2 me it seems, the Dow Jones is up every day without exception, racing to the very stars of the sky. Everyone everywhere is living a normal life, by my comparison standards and relative ness anyway, and I have become the bum on the street in his stinky box 2B passed over and ignored and occasionally spat upon and cursed. Yet I have told the world a true story. No one wants 2 try and challenge its veracity in any legitimate manner and what it boils totally down to is that the Millionth Council has used its ultimate weapon against me, ETTOS, 2 accomplish their powerful lofty demonic diseased twisted sick goal. Again this stands 4 Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System. Not the old and feeble only, and U all know it, any age, have U ever walked into a room and totally had plucked away from U the very reason that U entered this room 2 start with, just 2 return 2 where U were and boom, it was knocked right back at U, mockingly? U know damn right well, or most of U , had this happen and on more than one freaking occasion. They control everyone’s thoughts and it was OK until we willingly accepted their invasion into our mortal worlds when we opened the door as a world society, of ELECTRONICS. Not one electrical engineer under truth serum can testify that they or any human knows exactly what all this is nor exactly how this works, NOT A ONE OFEM. On the other hand, I know exactly what is happening, and this makes me extremely dangerous, if that is, I was ever 2B permitted 2 have any large legitimate following and audience. How long can this ALEE-RUN GO ON???????? What if I told U weeks and months, and yes YEARS? Would U laugh, go ahead then laugh the truck at me, because the Dow Jones Inpusstrial Average will B 20,000 points B4 the end of the year, and 30,000 points B4 the end of this decade. I am telling U that I am there, screaming out, TOLD U, TOLD U!!!!!!!!! This is the epitome of surreal, and so is waking up in a different world than the one that U left, and books like Coral Castaneda’s great and fantastic dream books R very real and very freaking deadly and dangerous. I am very sorry, but I am going 2 have 2 say some things that people R not gonna like one whittle iota, B4 this whittle bwog terminates mister Fwudd. I have a cassette tape of a man named Scott Ransom, a licensed New Jersey Realtor, who admitted 2 me as he never would have thought that I had a hidden recorder in the car underneath the seat, and he told me that, “very powerful people R disgruntled with U, Mountainpen”. But I have more detailed confessions, but what if they R not people yet born, and what if it violates laws in the system that built all of this puke? Do U think they’ll honestly give me one chance in hot holy hell of using it in any legal proceeding? I will not lie tonight about a thing, I never lie, but I try 2 soften blows and not B as totally testy and verbally abusive as I have been known 2 get. First, I am disappointed in my queen, twice U have really hurt me, first in the 70’s and then in the now. I am not going 2 school, and U can kill me tonight 4 all I care. I refuse 2 obey. I am running far away and I am never coming back, just try and stop me.

Phillies were wiped out because the MC hit the cable system tonight, hard. Now 4 my revenge. A little more info out 2 the world. Beat me up tonight if U want 2, that is your choice, but I am telling a bit of the sealed ups. The sixth dimension is way 2 huge 2 ever really discuss with intelligentsia, even a hall filled with top think tank scientists. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made Joe T. Blow cough. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made me itch my asshole. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that decided once 2 put me through this hell starting on the mourning sadness of August 15th in 1986, in Raspberry TPB Valley, NJUSAESMWG. When U break down the 4 ‘stuffs’ that is all of human-type biology, it is made up of perfect tiny machines, all interacting together as cosmic numbers that R endlessly attempting 2 solve the machine in the D-6’s equation. In the 60’s, I never did. But the majority of kids experimented with acid or 25 or LSD, Doctor Hoffman’s accidental invention, and not the lady from Curtis and Rohr and Costello’s Dark Shadows. I do not need LSD to go on trips, I never did, that is YI was such a square and never messed with drugs. If I can all ready fly, Y then would I ever throw money away on a plane? It honestly is as simple Mister Henningsen from Colorado, as this, it just doesn’t go below this kin Edgartown level, kind sir. My unconscious mind on astral realms is creating a horror movie that is starring Michael Wayne Mountainpen. This show runs from early December of 1954 through the middle of June in 2031. At this point, the show is curtains. There R2 people on this planet that can erase the machinery of this in a puff without breaking a sweat, both have the hard K sound as does Krassle, and yet one has its interchanging letter. One owns a powerful group known Earthly by 6 billion souls as a religious order, while the other is only dimly aware that she is so great that she could wink and the world would go shooting out of the solar system should that b her desire. I know this, and I know what I know, and here is what all the Akoslem Bankers and Jack McCoy’s can do with their dander and whether I get it up or not, “$&*#@*Y^$&$&#&&)*@%#!@bleep bleep bloop beep ding!!!!!!!!

The war on Earth is for an energy that any human can feel with every emotion they have in their being. U all know this, the 3 ways we all can basically feel at every instant of illusory forward-moving-time. U can believe all that U want, all of U, that we R fighting 4 the best business deals and lowest interest rights, 4 our cars and homes and lands and possessions, 4 our men and our women and our families, and I am telling U that all of this is proven 2B nothing more than waves and particles and the energy of the struggle is the reason 4 its existence, and it is 2 endlessly divert and distract any part of our minds from ever consciously dwelling on the reality that we simply exist and thereby no oblivion/NIRVAVA is ever attainable and reachable!!!!!! This is Y games came to the Romans from THEIR GODS, and we still have them and more than ever, while the BRIGGBASE owners of our entertainment world rapidly is spinning us all out of control and forever into their sick and lost twisted domain of HELL.

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Relating

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BLOG-BOOK-TEOHIV/TIMCAM
WATERGATE DAY, JUNE 17TH
2008 ADEG CALENDARS
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It is half past three in the afternoon, on this Tuesday. Planes and chem trails R off the scales bad again this week, they R all over and everywhere, all around me, and again I am facing continuing brutal siege and attack, and getting pummeled and stalked and hammered endlessly the Lambrigg Cult of the great Millionth Council. The Camden County Prosecutor back in the days that the word internet and information-highway were practically as new as a baby’s bottom, and inventor-Gore, Supposedly, was our Vice President, and times were getting strange but had not arrived there totally as yet, helped me play a game with MCBC, he got into chat rooms or places on this new amusement and without ever giving me specific details, always keeping things just aloof enough with me so that I never was really able to fully read Ron Wirtz totally or partially nor ever truthfully ascertain what he allegedly was doing to try and help me with my ‘problem’, but he did inform me that ‘they’ were answering back and playing sort of a game with us and he thought and I quote Mr. RW of the great CCPO right around the times that the mid west area was experiencing the great flooding of 1993, as then, and still today, U can bet your bottom dollar that the cause of it is the great MAGNESONIC, he said to me on a few occasions, “they R playing along and communicating with me, mostly making smiley faces at me. I know little of internet policies and regs but anyone can go colon key followed by the caps raised nine or zero to make the original smiley and sadey. Word documents on computers change it to the face, but it always meant the face aniwho. Also, U can do more through private chat to e-mail and on and on, I know few details, I do not have this machine to sit around wasting my time on silly ventures. All I know is that “he said” he was in contact with ‘them’, and that he was able to learn that indeed they were messing with me and had a code name 4 me at the time on the net, and this name was the Greek writer/philosopher, Sophocles. When I later tried to check with recently make friends at the Berlin Radio, not shop, SHACK, another of my many PBHE’s. Again this stands 4 Prior Blogging Hacks/Errors, but the computer people that sold me my first computer in 1997, checked and said it was baloney, and that this cowboy, a lot like his predecessor Aspell, I swear that between these 2 dudes at Camden County Prosecutor's Office and Mark Furhman out in OJLA directly in-between all what led up 2 my first purchase of a PC and my attempt to make something happen 2 get me out of my nightmare, I am left with more than planted bloody gloves in my lawn, but find instead, a total mistrust of my elected and appointed officials, from the police right down to the President. I bring legitimate proof of a major attack to the Voorhees Police Station and they make me a deal that if I voluntarily go to the Cherry Hill/Raspberry Valley Crises Center for an evaluation, this will pump up my credibility and then they will do something with the evidence I brought them involving the cassette tape with the horrific cursing and bomb threat that I told U all about on a recent blog document. So far today they woke me up shitting myself, and again with a huge civil rights noise violation, someone right outside my residence blasting filthy demonic loud thumping music straight from Satan-Donna herself. Yesterday Ann and I went to the shore, she made a 20 dollar contribution to Paris Hilton’s daddy, and then we hit the beach for 2 hours, B4 the storm started 2 blow up. All week and last week as well, sky attack is brutal, the Muzak and giant girl attack also is brutal, and always seem 2 go together. I could go on. What I want to do now if anyone is ever out there, and if there is not, explain 2 things 2 me, BEARDED BOB??????? Explain the great New York City newspaper’s huge printing of the letters EWI, right after my blogging discussions of EWI, the abbreviated letters 4 EXISTENCE WITHOUT INTERACTION, or the great VOID INFINITY. Also, sir, explain Jason Cali. No there R readers coming up here, and I would B a fool 2 totally listen 2U, sir!!!!! But a book that I recently finished, makes me come 2C Mr. Johnny Nash, very clearly now, SIR, that I can remove even more obstacles that R in my way in my mission 2 tell the people of the world what is going on in my life and what I have experienced and know 2B totally real and non-imaginary, by RELATING more 2 them and their much more ‘ordinary’ lives. Pweeeeeze don’t tell whittle pathetic me that none of U have ever had wild and very vivid dreams, or that U have never gotten out of bed and everything went wrong all day long to the point that even thought U may never dare voice the opinion 4 fear of public ridicule and ostracize, that U know deep down that something more than this is just happening must B going through your head when it starts 2 get overly absurd and ridiculous. U know that without some outer external other than the norm force acting upon U personally and your day as it moves along the STC, that no possible explanation could B there. The last time I went to the beach or the first time this season, about a week ago, with my friend Ann Silva, I am walking from my beach chair towards the edge of the water, purposely waiting 4 a total lull in the population around me so that just such an occurrence that now I am about 2 describe would not B able 2 happen to harass and oppress me, only it still happened. Not a soul was around, not one single solitary Lawtron-Counterpart, (soul). It took at the most, as we had our umbrella/chairs together at maximum, say 40 feet from where the water was. Out of literally nowhere, a gang of females between 18 and 30 and I mean a gang of giant queens, all being way over 6 feet tall, were all right in my way as I was attempting to get into the sea and away from this annoying harassment. Have U ever gone totally out of YOUR way to avoid your boss or anybody, and I mean in a big way, and U walk into a 7-11 store that U never have gone into B4, and glaring at U at the checkout area, who is there but 'bossy' waiting 2 yell over at U, thought U called out sick today, prevaricator? My blogs tell too much me-me-me-me, and do not attempt 2 relate to all of UUUUUUUUUUU, and it took a while 4 the light to pop on, actually this book was half of the enlightenment, and the other half was none other than NJJCK’s daughter in her present STC form, and she knows what I am referring 2, I am sitting here last night tired and desiring 2 blog when I looked over at her 2 recent projects that I purchased at the Cranberryville, Wall Mart store, and the one on top just hit my eye, and my mind, and I said to myself, yeah, she is telling U2 relate more to the average person, stop the me-me--me-me only stuff, as life is more than mathematical equations. Again my thanks great Queen, and U rule 4 ever and ever. From now on, unless totally impossible to do as will B in some instances obviously, I’ll B darn sure 2 tie a comparison together so that ordinary people not suffering in an endless tormented hell on Earth, will B able 2 hopefully anyway, better relate.

Did any of U chem-trail researchers know that my story is there of how I seemingly started this chem trail phenomenon with one call to the Mount Laurel Police station ion the late autumn of 1987, and that back in middle December in 1969, the first huge one was visible all over Camden County, and was made somewhere between Collingswood, Oaklyn, Haddonfield, Audubon, Westmont, towns, and spread throughout Camden County. It was the most awesome gorgeous thing that U could ever have witnesses, and as group needs 2 form B4 we all R dead, that remembers this and witnessed it, in and from this area.

DOW JONES FOREVER SHOOTING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!!
PHILLIES FOREVER LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING!!!
Told U all that this would happen based on the ever-expanding harassing hell and vitriolic persecution that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL is forever forcing me 2 endure. Did U know that others by the tens of thousands right here in America, R now as scared and angry about these viscous chem trails as I am, visit 10 great sites, start with www.chemtrailcentral.com and there R lots of great sites, such as this other one, www.chembusters.com and some of these doctors R recognized health care professionals that just in this recent last 10 years R totally saying and agreeing with stuff I have been saying since late in the 1980’s. I talked about how leaves and autumn foliage is getting later as is arriving at full size leaf in the springtime by more than one day a year since the mid nineteen sixties. Now, U hear this by recognized science community doctorate graduates, along with Global warming and trapped carbon dioxide emissions. www.morianity-foundation.com is not gonna B there after the oh-eight summer, it is only a $150 job, it was all I could afford 2 pay a man 2 do 4 me, but it tells truths that not only U all need to hear and FEAR, but also, recognize B4 it is 2 late, that if prevented, dooms can B averted. I never went 4 that saying that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, with me personally it always has been closer to a megaton of cure, what has been your spin, tell me? I want 2 help myself and everyone else right along with me, but most people R living just better than me by enough so that they refuse 2 even try to take blinders off and ear plugs out and C and hear 4 the first time that maybe, just freaking maybe, Morianity has a major message. But 4 those interested in things not so nice, these websites R not there 2 promote the rights of a pedophile or anything like that. Some have accused me of this 4 just daring 2B honest. What happens in a dream is not prosecutable in this world, not even in this vastly approaching Nazi-Germany-America. Kids under 40 and especially under 30 have no clue of living in basically a free country really is, they never have, where us old smells have and we know better. Sol when I tell U about Krassleville on a website, I am not advocating filthy behavior. My mom said it so well over and over, this is Earth, not Heaven, and we behave one way here and one way there, in the heavenly's or the Astral Plane. Until UC that time is an illusion on this realm, and relate it back to this mortal life and judge from there, U just do not C truth. When I say that Washington, DC has a 13 year age of consent, I am stating a fact that politicians obviously want their environment to permit their filthy promiscuous behavior on the Earth Worlds, this is not tolerated by good wholesome people and I was demonstrating the simple point that double standards exist and YI do not ever vote. It would B a totally wasted effort 2 vote by my way of observing this entire larger view. Every vote counts, and I choose 2 vote for none of them, I am indeed a voter. I love this fucking country, WHAT IT ONCE WAS, WHAT IT ONCE STOOD 4 AND REPRESENTED, F R E E D O M. Today, since decades of total controlled-manipulation by the EVIL THIRD of the MC, the Lambrigg-Cult, since the invasion that started in the 1800’s with the birth of ELECTRONICS, and boy did the fucking Native Americans know all of this, and we would not listen for a pound of jewels, and ever since, it now is a one way trip straight to DOGTOWN. Mortal world is HELL.

Unconscious collective of the human race, I politely demand, NOT REQUEST, that U all raise your awareness towards conscious level waking omniscience by 10 degrees as this instantly and ELECTRONICALLY posts up through this system.

Harold Camping of Family Stations Incorporated is correct 100% on one thing he claims, as I TOTALLY RELATE, and have, ALL THE DAYS OF MY HAMBERGER LIVES, 2 what he claims about his very recent new revelation. No the mighty holy words of SSJKK have not nor will, WVER ALTER, they R fixed on a Lawtronic level, and she changes NOT. But over the past few decades, the parabolic curve of change is major. Societies change and so do people attempting to reach spiritual enlightenment. It is moving faster and faster, as they out of control like a roller coaster with broken breaks on a planet with 5 times that of Earth’s gravity, or 5G. But UR not, SIR, the only one on mortal land EARTH, capable of moving towards this, nor do U have any true memories as do I of my existence there with her. Maybe in 2012 or 2913, U just might listen to MORIANITY, and relate, I have also been wrong, but this time I am not. U want blanket-Krassle-truth, fine. I will give it 2U and all of U. If UR following the word she had written, the holy bible of the Christian faith, the best all though not 100%+ accurate but close enough is the KJV. If U do not violate one thing ever, U can move into a spiritual experience with this mighty being that is totally awesome and unfathomable. The Lawtronics R simple, nothing can B in violation of any of her great mighty truths, SHE RULES. If I am in a night dream or a day dream, U know there, fellow relaters, the teacher shouted your name and after the 4th time loudly U jump out of your seat, as U simply were not there, but off soul-traveling as the mighty ECKNKAR sound and light religion teaches. Whether I was in pajamas with eyes closed or not, matters none, what only matters ever is, was any of it in biblical violation. If U ever think SSJKK is telling U to do anything against any of the 10 commandments that make up basically any law that mankind could ever impose on a governing society, UR hearing her WRONG, this is LAWTRONICS, this is FACT. This is total absolute inviolate TRUTH. Now I was moved 2 stop blogging last winter and break off with Pervo-Eddie-H. Then 70 days or whatever Congy, I suddenly was just out-of-the-blue-led 2 resume the blogging and buy the computer. If anything I was more in debt, not less after the passage of these 70 or so days after I had quit. The lousy 300 smacks from not the burning, but the other Bush, barely paid for a third of the expense, do not get me wrong, I appreciate it, but I think without the amount being at least 5-10 times more than 300 Jaylo-Jane-Press-1-smacks per person when the dollar is just about at paper-worth aniwho, basically did the economic stimulus and growth a heavy long run disfavor, this is just my opinion. Hay, relate, comment, I am interested, but 4 me, it paid 4 one third of my needed computer and all the software, printers, and parts, that all go along with it and yet R by no means included in the price, at least not at Staples Store, no it was not easy, and I AM BROKE AS PISS. 4 me this stimulus package was a joke, but thank U mister President 4 at least making the effort.

Yes great queen, U rule, and always have and always will, U rule this empire, not the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, MC. Like the great Dr. Camping the genius engineer from Cali, look me up after eleven comes and GOES, and we can relate. Donna asked me YI wrote 1992 min my lyrics, with me, it was 4 different reasons, at the time my thing was not spiritual, I just wanted 2 get powerful and rich like any other quarter century old man with life ahead of him, now that has all gone the way of a fast spinning globe.

The day B4 the Sky-tower ride, or Scylla’s Tower, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, I walked under Schiff’s Central Pier and was heading south. It was 9 in the morning, perhaps earlier, and as I walked, I know that I had sufficiently ducked my head down low enough so as 2 avoid hitting the cement beam, or so I thought. The next thing I knew, as the Boxing industry describes it so eloquently, I was shaking off some heavy cob webs, and I was not wearing a watch, but a clock was digitally displayed on the side of the pier at the time, and I went 2 look at it and instantly knew that a good 20 minutes and perhaps more had gotten away from me. I went 4 a quick swim B4 the guards were totally on duty, and then went back to Cornwall Avenue to swim some more, south of there in Ventnor, when I was staying at the molester’s place in 1970. That evening I hopped on the Jitney-bus and went north back up into Atlantic City, and this is where I got on the amusement ride called the Sky-Tower. I will never know whether my Highview Apartment interaction up in 1996 fits into this as the catalyst that caused the time illusion motion, or whether the newspaper actually was folded up many times and indeed hidden in a small box inside of the car somewhere. I only know that the United States Military went nuts on me after I purchased it, and every single time that I took this warrantied vehicle back 2 the dealership to have mileage routine maintenance work performed on it, hay, just what were they worried so much that some duosh bag mechanic might find? I will tell U the real real real mechanic story some day, and how it fits together twice with the All Mighty. B4 anyone doubts Morianity, U would B strongly advised to take into account that it is 4 your benefit as well as mine that U open up your mind, and I will then return the favor, and as I continue along with my story, will try much harder 2 relate parts of it 2 things that will B more relatable 2 all of U in your own lives and interactions and dealings with this mortal world life that UR able 2 remember, called the here and now by some.

Copyright Michael W. Mountainpen, and once I print out all of the URL system, next week or this one, it is all going for copyright registration. It is time 4 Washington, DC to know a little more truth about the world that they all R forever and endlessly stuck and trapped in, without memory to any of it except 4 the very basic here-and-now of it. Copyrighted 2008, the invert year of other quite major copyrighted material from the great room in the Franklin sun, 1802 Robin Hill, of Whore Squeeze Township Blue Nerdsey, USAESMWG.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS OF 2300, this is all sworn voluntarily, it is a legal document and a dying mans utterance and declaration. All murderers of me and my mom and friend DCR, all R listed in these 5 blogs somewhere, they all R instrumental in varying degrees, of causing premeditated miseries leading to tortuous horrible deaths of me and mom and David Roth. Under pains and penalties of perjury, I sear this is truth, absolute total truth, no omissions nor deletions to this truth R found therein on this official document.

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Monday, June 16, 2008

short blog #10

SHORT BLOG 10
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:


Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in 97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.

They insured their cheated loss of my Phillies today with that major computer quack-hack, Stacey=L, jack-hack-attack!!!!!!

Lenny the gunman, FBI, that I told U about, was all B4 gangster rap. If this does not stop, I will have 2 do something that will force the authorities 2 look into my situation, as if they prosecute me, I get 2 mount a fucking DEFENSE, this is not going 2 go on much fucking longer, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv.

Copyright Michael W. Mountainpen, whose first amendment rights under the US constitution were severely violated today, 4 the 5,985rd time or so, but who the fuck is counting, Petofi??????????

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

hacking and prison

if u r listening blogger dot com, someone is violating my fucking rights unless u r having a problem with the site, how am i supposed 2 know. I cannot view any of my blogs, it will not let me, and someone is fucking illegally with my drunkenhive hyperlink also, this is a violation of my right to free speech guaranteed me under the damn constitution of thew united fucking states of America.

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I DO NOT LIKE VANISHING, NOT WHEN I KNOW WHO AND WHAT IS AND HAS BEEN HEHIND THIS BULLSHIT ALL THIS TIME, OR SHOULD I SAY, ETERNITY? ONLY I KNOW!

MANY WONDER, IS THE ANSWER REALLY THE QUESTION, WELL, READ A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME, BUT NOT ON SOME SILLY LITTLE BIO QUICKIE.

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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,

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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,

LATE TUESDAY MORNING AT 10:02,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, BOTBARIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,80 DEGREES FNHT.

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 W., 1954-

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1984

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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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!!!

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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 6^th 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 15^th 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 36^th Avenue. When I zoomed in with the licensed search tools, it shows some large beautiful condos all along 36^th Avenue. What are the odds? Even Letty, MI's 3^rd 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!!!!!!

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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

FUCKING

NIGHT

GREAT

VIEWERS.

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

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

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NOBODY IN THIS CUNT EATING WORLD WOULD BELIEVE THIS FUCKING SHIT IN A MILLION YEARS. THIS ENDED AT PAGE ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN OF ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN, AND ONLY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ASS TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, WHO HATE MY STINKING ROTTEN MAGOT GUTS COULD MANAGE TO PULL THIS KIND OF SHIT OFF WITH ME, TIME AND FUCKING TIME AGAIN!!!!!!!!! NOW THIS ALTERS THIS SHIT TO PAGE 112 OF 112 ON MY FUCKING OFFICE WORD DOCK SYSTEM. I WILL SEE YOU BURN IN FUCKING HELL, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS, IF IT TAKES ME A TRILLION FAGOT ASS YEARS, BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“THE END”, Microfuckingsucks light-bulb shit head!!!!!!!!!