Saturday, June 7, 2014

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TAPE 25,846







SUPER BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE WEEKEND, WITH A MONSTER FUCKING ASS NEIGHBORHOOD ASSAULT, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, DOORS ARE SLAMMING AND HAVE BEEN BASICALLY ALL MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING NIGHT ASSHOLE LONG, ONE HUGE BING-BANG-FUCKING COCK SUCKING KABOOM, WITHOUT ANY IRISH FUCKING HELP FROM MCGETTIGAN, MCGUIRE, MCGINTY, OR CLANCEY LOWERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







TRA LA LA BOOM DEE A, TO YOU 2, GREAT MISTER PAVAROTTI, AND MIZZ LOVELY BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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 SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM.



THANK YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988, IN NEW JERSEY.



THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.



I GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN 12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI. AGAIN, THANK YOU.











THIS IS NOT AN ASSAULT BY PEOPLE, AND THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN THE UFO-ALIEN SITUATION, KNOW VERY WELL THAT I AM NOT CUNT EATING 'MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB CRAZY'; AND THAT WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN, IS ALL EXPLAINED BY A SLIGHTLY MORE ADVANCED VERSION OF THEIR PRESENT TRUTH, AND THIS BEING THE REALITY OF GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING EXPLORATRONICS! SOMEHOW, I NEED TO MAKE CONTACT WITH LARGE UFO CLUBS, AND GET THEM ONTO MORIANITY, AND THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. SIMPLY FUCKING PUT PEEPS; WORKING THIS FUCKING HELL SHIT NIGHTMARE ALL ALONE, JUST IS NOT CUTTING THE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MUSTARD, AND I KNOW YOU ALL KNOW IT, WHO COME UP HERE TO READ, LEARN, AND LAUGH. NOT QUITE A RIP OFF OF THE LEAP-FROG SAYING; CLOSE, BUT NO SARAH-KARGE-CIGAR, JUST LIKE CHOKE DAY, AND D-DAY, ARE CLOSE; BUT OFF BY A DAY AND A HALF, AS LATE ON JUNE FOUR IS NOT THE AFTERNOON OF JUNE SIX, BUT HELLS BELLS, IT IS CLOSE. STILL, NO MOTHER FUCKING BABIES GOT FUCKING DELIEVERD. IF I DON'T GET 1000 LOYAL FOLLOWERS/HELPERS, I WILL TAKE POSSESSION OF MY SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX, AND CLOSE DOWN THE BLOG. I MUST FIND A WAY TO GET THESE UFO CLUBS INTERESTED IN MY SHIT, OR I AM GOING TO FUCKING BE ONE DEAD FUCKING PERSON, MISTER ROTH; AND NO FOLKS, I DO NOT EVER FORGET ANYTHING; NOT UNLESS THE MCGUIRE MEMORY HACKERS CREW, OR (MMHC) INTENTIONALLY USES THEIR 'ETTOS' POWERS AGAINST ME, AS THEY DID WHEN PATTY-PAULA SENIOR RAPED ME IN THE INVERSE LOOPING DIGIT YEARS; AND ALSO AGAIN ON TENNESSEE AVENUE. SARAH CALLIO HAD JUST TOLD ME THE NAME OF ''CALLIO'' OVER THE BAR TELEPHONE, ON THAT EARLY 'FUCKIGN' MONSTER ASS AFTERNOON OF FEBRUARY THE SEVENTH, IN 1997, AND TWO MINUTES LATER; I AM IN MY CAR DRIVING STILL ON TENNESSEE AVENUE, NOT MAKING IT TO THE FIRST RED LIGHT INTERSECTION OF PACIFIC AVENUE IN ATLANTIC CITY SHITTY, NEW JERSEY, AND BOOM; THE NAME OF ''CALLIO'' WAS WIPED OUT OF MY MEMORY BY A POWERFUL UFO TYPE ETTOS ATTACK. SO LET ME NOW JUST GO FUCKING AHEAD AND TELL YOU ALL SOME BIG ASS SHIT, AND YOU TOO DICK ASSHOLE FUCKING WOLF. MAKE 'FUCKIGN' FUN OF ME ALL YOU WANT TO MOTHER FUCKER, BUT YOU CAN SEE ALL OF THIS SHIT THROUGH THE GUISE AND CONCEPTS OF A BENT RELIGIOUS SLANT, OR A PURELY ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORY CONCEPT THAT MAKES UP THOSE WHO BASICALLY GO THE ROUTE OF UFO'S, AND ALIENS, AND ABDUCTIONS, AND ALL OF THE REVERSE ENGINEERING THAT LED UP TO OUR SUDDEN SUPER QUICK 20TH CENTURY UNEXPLAINABLE TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENTS SINCE THE SUPPOSED CRASH LANDING; OR YOU CAN LOOK AT MORIANITY, AND THE REAL FUCKING TRUTH TOLD BY IT, WITH THE HEAD MORIAN HAVING NOTHING WHATESOEVER TO GAIN, BY PREACHING AND PREACHING ON THE SUBJECT OF EXPLORATRONICS. See it in any of these three ways, but I know for a fucking cunt eating fact good folks, that it is all and nothing other than, yeah, you got it ladies and gentlemen; EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





My problem, Doctor Shirleyglands, is finally figured out. I need to shout out to the world, and 'they' need to shut me the fucking hell shit up, and choke me to mother fucking covert death. It's really a pretty simple ops. No rocket science is behind the basic plot, only in the carrying out of this wild mission for 30-60 mother fucking years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





WELL IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY SNIFFING TIME, BEFORE DIRTY ROTTEN WHORE JANE UGLYFACE; GOT ME WITH HER CLOCK ONES ASSAULT, THAT BEGAN 21 CUNT EATING YEARS AGO, OR TWO POINT ONE DECADES, OR POINT 0.21 CENTURIES. IT ALL WORKS FOR ME, LOVELY FORGEOUS ABBEY L&O CARMICHAEL. SO GO AND WOW THAT, MACY-MACKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big ass 10-4. Now for some fucking compensating filler lines, followed by rows of lovely number fives, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









































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There indeed are three totally different opinions the world over on what is happening, but if I do have to say so myself, only door number three or EXPLORATRONICS, has the real valid non fake explanations for the entire mess we are all in. As for me, I have done my fucking ass best to lead all those who wish to follow into the light and the truth of all things; and down this road into glorious Morianity. No, not glorious in that you will know a hell so bad is all around you, but definitely fucking glorious, in that you will wake up one day and say holy followed by dfozens of strung together nasty cuss words, and then say, by shit eating dogs, this little sicko bastard does indeed have the answer. Maybe not the answer in the way one might think as with now being able to solve the great problems surrounding you. No, none of that stuff, Bob Butt-wipe Gagnus.





Folks, by placing yourselves into a very different and rigidly controlled trance state; I can show you, if you're willing to go along with me, and try something that soon I will be making you all privy freaking to, I promise; and then; you will be able to receive a sort of transdimensional echo burst. What is this you ask, or I god dam hope you're asking me silently. Why read me if you don't care what comes next? This trance will allow you in seconds, half a minute tops, to be bombarded with a large amount of PLAYFIELD DATA, all around you in current life and past as well as yet to come lives, along the illusionary four-dimensional time line. When you search for a relative information burst, it will, and I am not denying this for a rotten second here folks; but yes, it will hit you like a good bolt of near lightning, you know; it won't kill you, but it will do strange things to you up to ten or more minutes, depending on the individual, after he or she would come out of this strange never taught trance. Actually a trance is a trance, some may be measured as a light or a heavy one, but I speak here in a different way. You will literally be shown how to sit in a chair and fight sleep for a short period of time, along with another cooperative technique, and as I said, when you do this, at first it will seem to you, this is not all that pleasant, like why would I want to push a magic buttons, or chant some wild magical words, and suddenly all hell breaks loose around me that can indeed have detrimental effects? For right now, please know that when this much persecution strikes me, MAGNESONIC keeps track of just how much I am able to fucking cunt endure. When I'm pushed past that barrier, this is when you will all be shortly seeing major Earth surface wipe outs on a global proportion, you know, storms and floods an droughts, wildfires, earthquakes, twisters, hurricanes, volcanoes, tidal waves, and a lot more goodies as well, YO!!!! You have been walked through with various methods of teaching over the last 10 blogs or so, a lot about how to become a controlling dreamer in the fifth dimensional hyperspace, and even how to handle one that is messing with you. Then what I am now working on is a RETALIATORY PLAYFIELD. This is where all those who are fucking your life up, and messing and screwing with you; are suddenly finding themselves in your playfields, but this is not going to happen tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that, but I assure you peeps; I am working quite hard to graduate to this fucking point of mastership in Exploratronic Dynamics. Well the playfields of hyperspace are pulling me away, and as I type, I am drifting in and out of full waking consciousness, and must hit the fucking pillows. But before I do go away for now and wish you all a pleasant adieu my fiends and my friends; you don't ever have to contact me or tell you how you do with these things I now will begin giving to you in this unofficial club right now. I am going to give you a trick you might just find life altering and cool, some may say to me to stick it all where the shine never shines, that will be on all of you as individuals as readers/viewers of my blog. Laugh if you want, but with my last ounce of energy, I need to post this thing up right now, on this blog, dead ass tired as I may be. Holy Mother, great PAV, YO. I assure you that Viqueen Mariloo hears me quite well. All you have to do is attach a printer to your computer unless you have one already, and purchase some kind of an ink supply. You will click on the bullet I place on this blog, and you will one by one, read one blog in the AM, and one more blog in the PM. I want you to have the most open mind that's fucking possible for you. Begin around the middle of November of 2007, and stop around the middle of October of 2008. Read at least one or two of my blogs, in time order, and do it each day, while still keeping current on my new posts on this blog. Don't panic people, if you don't get the gigantic dozen plus revelations the first read through it, but read it thorough a second and if needed, a fucking ass third time. I know I a asking a lot here, but let me make you a promise. When you are finished doing this, and you then come to see a lot of shit about me and my life real cleared up and in a totally different light; you will fly, drive, walk, or whatever, to my town, to my apartment, and will want to climb on board of this train called the Morianity Express, all aboard folks. It will not be here at the station forever and ever. You really do have to take some correct actions in this world, if you expect some huge things to be revealed to you, in this rotten ass life, YO! Try it, do it, you will never ever be the same person when you finish this littler project, that you are right now. You can print this all out in nice colorful large font sheets with a computer-printer attachment, but you'll need some dam supply of ink. Now, this is the bullet to click. Good luck to any serious folks who want to see just how real this is, Morianity, me, this family, and so much more. Knowledge is like candy in a free candy store while every day you must walk by the place in order to get to any of your necessary destinations.






YEAH HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

























JUNE 7, 2014,

SATURDAY MORNING AT 6:53,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.




































































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