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to a blog that is like no other on the net. If I am wrong, MICROSUCKS
LIGHTBULB ANNOYER-HACKER JERK OFF; please comment or e-mail the
mountainpen, I'd love to view the blog and see it for myself. Oh
yeah, there are blogs of doom and gloom, blood and violence, end of
the world survivalists screaming and ranting, and the average angry
blogger out there also, with plenty of fucking pet peeves. There are
science and UFO and conspiracy blogs, by the thousands, but show me a
blog where hyperspace is talked about in the life of an Earth citizen
from this time period. Show me a blog where time travel is not only
discussed intelligently but is all woven and integrated throughout
the story of the blogger, as well as tons of other wild outlandish
fucking crap that goes beyond unfathomable. If this sounds like an
authors' own book report, sorry, I'll cool it now, but really, if you
can p[ut me onto another blog even similar in all its ways, to M-3
and the Mountainpen-Blogs, cool, but I want to see and subscribe to
it, so please, e-mail, call, write in snail-mail, or comment on my
blogs. Why are people so fucking scared to get involved in things?
The only answer is that none of this is real since I died and went to
mother fucking hell back on 15 august, 1986. Again, show me a better
explanation for my not getting even one taker on my billion dollar
offer when I tell you there is no risk or downside potential for you,
as I don't need one cent from you or anyone, nor do I need one thing
illegal, from any of you, but I DO NEED SOMETHING, and if I was able
to get it from you, this world would be totally fucking altered
before this summer is out. You would not recognize this world after
one short season in time, and THAT is a promise, Rockdroid Lurch
Rottenblucran!!!!!!!!!!!
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR,
CHAPTER
011
JUNE
27, 2014,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 8:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT,WITH 100% HUMIDITY. HEADING FOR 90 LATER
TODAY.
THE
MISTS WERE HERE,AND NOW THE AGONY HEAT-INDEX, HAS REPLACING THEM, US
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HOLIDAYS
FOR ME
ARE NOTHING BUT
MOTHER
FUCKING HELLISH DAYS!
so are,
unfortunately; all the other days on the fucking calendar; lads and
lassies. Still, it is coming up on a year
ago that I sent my last copyright application into the
system for copyright, on my project titled, “My You Tube Music”,
sent 3 July of 2013. Shine on Jimmy Dean, Cuzz Christine Myers, and
Microsucks Lightbulb Annoyer Asshole!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.
I
am not interested right now in teaching anyone anything. This is not
because I am pissed off at this nutty audience of mine, but because
it is obvious to me that I have verified beyond one speck of fucking
doubt, that they do not need teaching, and are indeed, none other
than the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS;
that have been there all along; observing me, and screwing with me;
and all part of Sarah-Stacey Krassle's game, GTNOTG that she taught
me by human Nexus Trek time perception, Pearl Harbor Day of 1996.
Funny how Pearl Harbor day is digitally 12-7 because reversing this,
becomes 7-12, the last day I encountered Sarah's mighty girl gang in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Quoddy Mockers, the Earth doppelganger
girl club of the great and powerful (GAP) OZZQUEEN-VIQUEEN
GANG!!!!!!!!!! Choke on that a while, ''UNCLE''
Heinz, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, back in
1972!
A
lot of opposite inverted digits have proven to be major fucking times
of events that many call “GAME CHANGERS”. The Phillies have World
Series wins which is not a normal event whatsoever by any mental
stretch, in both 80 and 08 years, huh Mister Harry Dietwice Callas;
the 69/96 years where I was also in inverted ages of 14 and 41 for
over 90% of these years; and whether you realize it or not, recently
there have been on these blogs, a dozen or more of such things, and I
hoped you might be enlightened enough now, as my viewers, to pick up
on these things without me leading you by the hand like a dam
shepherd. Only the great Almighty Sarah Krassle knows the
significance of mathematical digits and how to play with them to
really make her GTNOTG game, a lot more cool and interesting, at
least by her dam frame of reference! Me; I can do without the agony
of many things that she has pulled with me now over the past years,
believe that folks! Call me thin skinned, but learning what I did
that night in either late June or early July, at my Mullica Trailer
home, is why a certain television commercial with a dude screaming
out the word 'NO' exists right now. Real funny. Then 17 months later,
I really had to get a taste of this lovely goddess's warped sense of
humor with the 'garage gofer deal'. Real Morians know what is being
said here, and those who don't can learn by archiving older blogs
from the 08-09 time circa.
70%
of my followers vanished, poof, Sir Harry Potter, way more magically
than any fictional material ever could be! Poison cake, poison
cigarettes, WOW. Then the real proof that Sarah is here in the form I
now believe she is, with the song from 1999 that I wrote, called,
“Blood On My Shoe”. How much of this coincidence would you buy in
real life right now, all you real life detectives employed by New
York City's finest force? Would you believe that all this is some
wild and weird fucking random collection of nothing?
STATS
from morning of June 24, at 6 AM, Tuesday:
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So
here's my question for you?
So
then why do you try and force me to believe it?
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, times three billion; to expect me seriously, to accept your
fucking cunt lapping double standard here, Mike Stivick; speaking of
New York City, and all QUEENS everywhere; gangs or locations! Cut me
a fucking big ass break, willya Margie 1985 Leo from Caldor-113, YO.
Thank you girl!You get to think one way, while I am forced to either
think the other way, or your experts come over, and fucking diagnose
me as a paranoid psychotic delusional schizophrenic, with dozens of
psychoneurosis, and various other psychotic fuckiGN features,
SHEEEEEIT, that's real fair,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Laugh this shit off,
Mike and MO, AHA-AHA!!!!!!
There
is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died
fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz
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have lots and lots to say, but plan on only taking a small bite out
of things for right now, YO peeps.
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Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I
would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had
to drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY',
the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and
brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, “W—O—W”????
I
know some of you are wondering about the mechanics of
lawtronic-hyperspace, in regards to my last blog, and the statement
made in that parallel universe by Ann King Silva, and that she
was shouting that her
daughter died for nothing;
and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and that
they are very evil. Well they are not evil, so much as how
type-3-exploratrons do evil shit with these tools; just
as they do evil shit with other tools,
such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS,
the ICPE-APE,
and other things talked about in Morianity, from time to time,
folks! OH-SHIT,
I'M FUCKING FAT; SYFY-CH!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
HOLY
SHIT FOLKS, IT IS TIME TO LOSE SOME WEIGHT!
Folks,
if humans from 2014 can click and make so many things happen, what
can the Almighty MIDDIE do, any time she feels like it? If we piss
her off, she can point to the sky and the entire universe will never
ever have even been here to start with, make that the entire fucking
multiverse. Think about it, folks! We are all teetering on the head
of a pin, with a teen aged all mighty goddess in control!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
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Partnership With
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shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, but the walkathon won't end all that
soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
praise the goddess, at least it is holding 82 and overcast around
here with high humidity however, that is a given here in the summer
time. Some hallway activity is ongoing, but not real loud and
annoying so far. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
HEEDA
PICHA OF THE CHARTER SCHOOL WITH THE COOL ARCHITECTURE AND COOL NIGHT
LIGHTS THAT SEEM TO COME ON AT CERTAIN TIMES DURING THE NIGHT,
LOOKING LIKE A MARTIAN LANDSCAPE WHEN THEY GO OUT, AS IF TWO MOONS
ABOVE ARE ORBITING SOME FOREIGN SKY. 700 YEARS FROM NOW, I KLIVE ON
MARS IN A COLONTY THERE, AND WORK AT ONE OF THE LARGE
BIOSPERITERRAFORM PLANTS. IT NEVER IS MUCH LIGHTER THAN TWILIGHT, BUT
I DO LIVE THERE A VERY LONG TIME FROM NOW. BIG FUCKING DEAL.
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Some mother fucking hacker
just fucked up my document, so I have to retype it here. I said
that some things and some stories are just so fucking ugly, no
matter how you try and flower it up, it cannot be sugar coated one
bit. Some even actually make that wild dreaming interaction of
about two weeks ago where my younger daughter kicked the crap out
of Ann King's granddaughter Gemma, look like a friendly hippie
flower power walk in the park. This may be a bit hard to believe
folks, but it is the total truth, so help me I totally swear. All
that I can say right now is that I literally thank the gods and
the goddesses, that MORIANITY will have its necessary time to
grow, as did Christianity, an entire third AD millennium!
Morianity
has a millennium to grow now too.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this is just
MY PERSONAL OPINION. But then folks, the GAP Mashell Daniels gave
me these props, and she didn't fucking have to do that. I have
since learned that nobody ever has to do anything with me, other
than enjoy making every second of my hell sub vampiric existence
as rotten as they can, and yes, LAUGH at the same time. More
fucking doors and noises are starting up now this late morning.
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the
truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist
Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to
interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not
even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the
next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a
parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you
bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a
thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal
and sir; the 'FUCKIGN' hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio??????????
Now the shouting and door
banging is starting to get nasty on this fuckiGN FRIDAY-FOOD PUKE
DAY. SOSO.
Still my project continues
endlessly along.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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GAGA
CAT has been asked why lots of shit is happening. Soon, I will blow
your mind with major Q&A Gawnum information.
Some
people know that I do not proof-read my blogs before sending them up
for posting. Sorry, I must take the time to do more of this, Bruce
Allen non-Perfect Pennock. Loud voices and slamming doors are getting
worse, so indeed, my enemies know when I am working on my blogs, in
total violation of my American born free citizen legal and human
rights. Don't make me laugh with the word 'constitutional'. My mother
fucking ancestors would roll around in their fuckiGN cunt tombs if
they could see their descendant suffering with all of this hell in
their founding father built empire, lively tall Library-Linda, who
went onto create after we met, the famous web-site of ancestry dot
com. Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back at Haddonfield, NJ, in
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!
'AO-OA
Tony, boss'. Still, lots of fuckiGN shit was all gearing up back in
the days of National Park and the last time I resided at the great
and powerful Highview Apartments. At least the noise stopped, for
now, at this place, still, one apartment is always just like another,
sooner or later, good folks. Still, I told how if you don't want them
to know what you are thinking, there really is a way to stop it, at
least long enough to take care of urgent bizz. Ever notice people,
when you think, it is your own voice you are thinking with, inside of
your head? Well, the trick is that when you need to throw the ESS off
your track, you must become proficient at literally thinking your
thoughts, in another voice print. I used to practice using Tony on
“Who's the Boss”, the sitcom TV show with another Miss White, and
that dish who went onto star in the show, 'Charmed'. We will get back
to this and a hell of a lot more, but only when I see a new group
form and that stays with me, as why should I do favors for enemies,
or help out total fucking ingrates, Mister Quentin Petofi? You taught
me real well late in 1969.
AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!
The
time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND,
VIVA-MORIANITY, along with some other not so nice things, most
likely, good people!
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NOW ON MY MIND VOICE PRINT,
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Now
we will rap shit up for the day. My days are not quite like yours,
they can be 10 hours, 24 hours, or 10,000 hours. Time runs weird
when you start existing in numerous parallel universes, and all
things tend to effect all things. To many, I appear traped in a
time warp. You may certainly perceive it that way, no one is
trying to talk you out of seeing it that way, but still; you would
be incorrect, just in case you wish to know that little fact, kind
people! When your life is millions of years long, being trapped in
a lousy 50 or so really is no biggie, folks. Here is what I mean,
in one small example, YO!
at me, and walked on on her side of some kind of a fence that I
could not cross over. I wanted to, but I guess she wasn't in the
mood that day to give me any turn here, turn there, Grant Avenue
I-95 instructions. What a pity that I was not able to techno-pop
her, 13,000 years ago, and make a lovely cool song out of it,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! What would your problem be, Doctor, if you
had 13,000 mother fucking years of perfect, or near perfect
memories???????????????? 1984 was 20 seconds ago to me, so go say
AHHHHHHHHH and quit calling my mother.
How
that cool dude from Wormhole Cooley Hall in 1972, could help me,
if he just would, my old and very great pal of yesteryear, Mister
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, I think my point has been successfully made here, ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the
topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
TANKS!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The
mother fucking stock market was lower, so they persecuted me with
noise, then kapow, the persecution made it go back up again. This
is what I have been forced to fucking cunt endure, kind world,
ever since, yeah, it comes again, sorry, AUGUST 15, 1986, and I
know they will force me to take this to my pathetic fucking little
helpless grave!
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Another
new recent hack folks, is in the mouse I suppose, as when you read
and it seems a word is missing, such as when I recently said my mom
and I were at a diner in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, and a waitress
came over and said that there was a contract out on my life, the word
''mother'' was not there, and all you saw was a comma ( , ) like
this. When a word that is misspelled shows up with a red line and I
click to make a correction, sometimes the entire word cleverly goes
away in ways that I do not seem to catch while busy typing away at
giving you all my message and my nightmare fucking hellish sub
vampiric existence, the endless night of being trumped and destroyed
in late 1986, huh President Trump? Here is a man who knows the truth
about me, and when he gets in the White House, it is either going to
go one way or the other, total zero or total 100, gray areas not
allowed, 'GRAY', I didn't say black; so drink all the water you want,
in the from seat of the bus, Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W-O-W!
OH
THE
GODS;
DOES
ETERNAL
LIFE
SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time
for me to take my three hour early afternoon nap, just as I take a 3
hour morning nap, usually shortly past midnight and then shy of noon.
This stops my enemies from getting at me as much, in the ESS, but
nothing is a sure fire cure for eternity in fucking H-E-L-L,
we all know that by now, Billy islander Joel!!!!!!!! Also I am mother
fuckiGN sick to shit of the continuous hacking, FCC, ACLU, FBI, AG!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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