HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 50

SOMEONE HACKED ME BIG TIME AND CAUSED ME A SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR. NEVER EVER FUCKING AGAIN WILL I NOT PUBLISH A WORK I DO OR DO IT IN SECTIONS. IT HAS BEEN TOTALLY HACKED OFF. I WORKED ALL MORNING ON THIS BLOG, AND THEN TOOK A MAJOR SHIT HIT AND CLOSED IT ALL OUT, SAVED THE BLOG AND CLOSED IT DOWN; AND NOW IT IS TOTALLY GONE. ON TOP OF THAT I GOT A STRANGE VISIT FROM A NEW NEIGHBOR, AND OTHER STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO ME AS WELL. MY COMPUTER MAGNESONIC-KFP WILL COUNTERSTRIKE WHOEVER MADE THIS SUNDAY AN OFF THE SCALE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER CUNT SNIFFING BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Audience

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 50, YO.

THINGS DON'T GET FUCKING WORSE FOR ME. I DON'T JUST LOOK CRAZY, AND ACT CRAZY; I AM FUCKING CRAZY. BUT YOU WOULD ALL BE NUTS AS FUCKING SHIT TOO; IF YOU HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH MY COCK SUCKING LIFE, PEEPS! IPYT!

APRIL 12, 2015,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 59% AND IT FEELS 89 DEGREES.

TODAY'S RANGE------(H-85/L-66).

WIND IS SSE AT 11, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 12.

I just can't mother fucking believe this first blog is gone out of nowhere. Normally, even if you forget to hit the prompt for SAVING, a reminder dialogue box pops up saying to cancel or discard or save. I saved it and remember hitting the little square, and then EXED OUT of the office program. When I went back up, it is just poof magic Harry fucking Potter GONE, like the winds of Milituforce endless war!!!!!!!!!!!!! This really mother fucking sucks, as I said some powerful fucking shit.

Monday, August 29, 2011

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0222

SAFE JOURNAL, CHATER 0222
7:09 PM, MONDAY, AUGUST 29TH, 2011
BLOG BEGINS:

WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. David Roth, if he had not been murdered by Mister Schau from Northeast Drake Towers Philly, Pennsylvania, for the life insurance money; would also add a few cute and clever words into this mix. He would add, also, to the world of LIGHTNING GODDESSES, BOTBARS, AND JITBAGS, very fitting, very apropos, and quite bold and audacious as well. On this partly cloudy night, just a bit shy of sunset, here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG; let me tell the world and any loyal Morians some real powerful stuff that is going to be difficult to argue with me on, all though so many will of course, endlessly try, since the HUNTINGTON-KLINE CURSE is always in full effect, and is totally responsible for all of these situations that thereby will endlessly lay far out beyond my control, or the heart of rock and roll copyrighted Clyde, keeping things in the new fashion, and bringing me to this powerful next paragraph, that proves me right, MISSES MAROLA OF 1969, and all the rest of you endlessly wrong. Oh the days of Misses Stoemeyer above me, blaring out her opera records at all hours of the night, only my poor mom had to listen, as my bedroom faced the corner leaving an entire room in-between me and this loud loveliness, back in 1967, oh yes sir, the next time you come over here, PATTERSON, “I'LL BE DEAD”,

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

was wounded in battle Doctor Lockner Flint, but did not die

“Was Wounded In Battle, Doctor Lockner Flint, But Did Not Die”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
123108.820----------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well they wrecked my freaking birthday at age 54, they wrecked Christmas with the TOOTHACHE-MAJOR button that they got Dawn King with back last summer 2 keep me from getting computer help from computer genius Einstein junior, Gabriela Terry-harbor, and now they managed 2 strike, as I knew they would, the New Year, even though, it is only a new year in the European/Asian continent side of the pwanet mister Fwudd. Today, big bad Dawnie the King found where hubby Chicky had hidden a few porno movies, and she is steaming like an out of control loco that is roaring down the mountainside, with busted breaks. There R many rules and regs in HER mighty MARHOUSE, no drinking, no sex, just all the smoking and swearing and fault finding and shouting U can get away with mixed in with some occasional domestic violent activity. This is not all dawn’s fault by the way, but U may disagree and blame the obvious physical and visible thing that your senses naturally would recognize and instantly perceive as the problem, that is fine. This is also Y Judas Iscariot is seen in the role of history quite ignorantly and wrongfully, and I do not care who and how much any of y’all may wish 2 disagree with me on this. If a remote control helicopter toy comes at me and takes my eye out, HO-HO-HO, CS/SC/ and John Pumataweelio is the one aiming and guiding it, I am not going 2 take my anger and aggressions out on the toy helo, BRO, my court papers will have the name J. Pumataweelio on them. U either get this simple thing or U don’t, BRA!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

NO WONDER MORIANITY BEGAN IN 1995

“No Wonder Morianity Began In 1995”
T/T/W/M/ OTHER SUB TITLES:
DATFILE: 122408.598-----START:

Roger that 1995, yes, I did what U told me 2 do. I shut up until two in the afternoon on Christmas Eve Day, and opened 4 sealed manila envelopes all wrapped up together in one package from 60 days ago. Each one had a date on it that I was supposed 2 open it up on, one by one, and I followed his instructions. He said if I want his help, he needed my cooperation, and that I must learn, as in the military, 2 follow exact orders, fine, so I did. Patterson, King, Spielberg, Geffen, all of U, move over, just move over, U well never make up MY LIFE, or anything even close 2 it. I have been in my room crying like a stupid child, 4 the past 15 minutes. I just opened the final large package of the 4 dated at 12/24/2008-2PM. This is the one that wrecked my Christmas, I feel like publishing every word from him on all 4 packages, but I gave my word 2 him at the Cigar store where we met that day last autumn, that he would help show me some of the things that R destroying my peace of mind and my life, but that in return, I must giver my word of honor not 2 say things that he says not 2. I have nothing in this life and I do not live 4 material things so really quite frankly my dear Clark Gable Rett Butler, I do not give a ninth dimensional damn, but one thing that the winds will not B ever able 2 blow away from me pal, and that is the one thing that I really do own and possess, and can only choose 2 lose it, as it cannot B stolen, removed, nor taken, and this is MY WORD. Thank U4 making my birthday and Christmas as usual, a total nightmare hell. I would have been better off never knowing the truth, Herby told me it is not the answer or the way 2 make Sarah Krassle care about me the way I want and need her to do in the waking human world, Herby, UR a god, U knew all along, it is as U said it originally art Everett Simpson’s Auto shop in Magnolia, New Jersey, USAESMWG, the blind leading the blind, U said it freaking all, pal!!!!!!!!

1995, the ALL MIGHTY {H-A-D-D-O-N-W-O-O-D}, things that stare a person right in the face, and how ewe all choose when we need 2 for the sake of our sanity and mental and emotional survival and stability, choose freely with open willful intent, 2 totally just IGNORE. Then I go on tirades where I scream out how fantastically enlightened I am, WHAT A CROCK. I play the same little games with myself that all the rest of U out there do, maybe not with others, but with the one that at least should most matter, ME, thus and hence, I AM my own WORST ENEMY, as I more than any of U, TOTALLY know better than 2 engage in that extremely unproductive and utterly destructive behavior.

So U all know the ladder story regarding the day that I was applying 4 the job of assistant cook in a in Haddonfield, New Jersey restaurant right on KINGS HIGHWAY, Paula, back around 1975 or so, just around the same basic time that I got the crackers crunched out of me by those 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots. In contrast I’ve come 2 learn that this ‘beat-up, Danny Ocean Faker-11‘, was really in contrast, a 3 hour gentle rub by 5 babes from Sweden in a private Jacuzzi, next 2 what was destined 2 occur with me about 2 dozen years in the future, almost 2 the moment. H-A-D-D-O-N-W-O-O-D---1-9-9-5, Mister Gerard Styles of Dark Shadow, Desert Shield, Desert Storm, deep-slit, Donna Summer and her lovely ear pounding DiSco, and on and on with coded history markers of my hell with Aunt Geraldine Snow and her lovely friend the Shaw of Iran, as well as Y this all came 2 pass, planned from literally THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO. !!!!!!!!!!!!! If U think this whittle bwog Elmer Fwudd is gonna even slit out a shiver of ice that sunk the big boat in April of twelve, stink again BR!!!!!!! “Sarah Krassle my beautiful love, I’ll sing just how much I love U. The stars, the trees, the sound of the winds will sing how U love me 2. And if U ever go away my love, I won’t know what 2 do. As all of the stars in the skies cannot shine without U. Life is a ride I cannot go on if you’re not by my side. The wheels fall off, the carriage drops, and ends my blissful stride. Oh lovely Sarah, don’t go away, no, no, do not go away and leave me alone on this cold and treacherous day“. I wrote this waltz along with my friend Johann Straus a long time ago, long B4 as Mountainpen, I created this stupid nightmare 4 myself here. The copyright office has this waltz, it was recorded on a little karaoke machine, and I did not even sing in these words with my awful rotten putrid voice, after all, Y wreck and totally ruin a beautiful piece of freaking music, back when it really WAS music, eleven years after the 20th century came in? Long story shortened about 3 trillion mega-times over, screw the sunk boat, what does anyone expect after the world mocked the Atlantic ocean and dared 2 say that the great Sarah-?Stacey could not sink that tub of crap? Stacey won’t B mocked, and she did not like the way her parents treated me as Hitler either, when I was just a boy. Never mock SSJKK, she rules this empire with a powerful yet beautiful loving hand, but don’t screw with this all mighty teen queen, BRA!!!!!!!!! So things R not all connected up U think so, Mister Trump, how about U, Mister Macy. Things R not connected, no, no, they R all just a bunch of randomly occurring garbage elements, and that is that, Yeah, BULL KICK. Let me get right 2 the story after first telling U that THEY hit me with a mid-late morning chopper, the same one that THEY flew over the MARHOUSE last night, and there were some planes over the overcast skies, as there were in the autumn of 1994 on the way over to Haddonwood following the awakening from the Sarah-Krassle-Interaction where we were together on the beach playing and having the time of out lives, until along came her parents and screwed it all up 4 us, HAVE A NICE LIFE, big girl, mine will B eternity in hell, without my Jehovah. Roger that one, my twenty is Dogtown, what’s yours, BR!!!!!!!!!! Well aside from any smoking bandits, fields named Sally or Egg-Harbor, let me now try and tell a small bit of what sent me bursting into tears after opening the final 4th package from Rog. It seems, the military has always been interested in my ability 2 move through the air and water, better than I do on land. All these diseased persons ever care about is waging war and developing powerful weaponry 2 frighten or discourage or defeat our enemies, most of these, we made, by invading them and their culture, or trying 2 boss the world around and make everyone do it Frankie Blue eyed way, and the world is getting very sick 2 death of America and its rotten attitude of 'demigoddism'. This package contained 4 white manila envelopes, with #1-4 on each of them, as well as a date, the last one was today, and only this one said, 2PM, the others were not time marked. This was the heavy package that made the entire large yellow manila envelope that all of these 4 were originally enclosed in, quite heavy. It never was placed inside the mail drop, it was laid next 2 it with a blue ribbon tied in a bow around it right 2 the 65-A mailbox. I was told when 2B on the lookout 4 it, and all though I did not witness the actual delivery, there was a bluefish green mid sized automobile speeding off when I was going out 2 get it, and it appeared that it had slowed down and then sped off, I think this car is Roger’s. He said he is some related uncle 2 the man I met at Haddonwood. This man joined up seemingly out of nowhere, after I had begun 2 lap-lane swim at night, with my friend Joan, aq very nice lady about 20 years my senior, very attractive and fun 2 talk 2, and we became swim lane partners at night at the club pool. One day I was in the pool and the same new man was just looking at me and treading water by the deep end ladder facing the highway. We got 2 talking and in a while, he told me his name, if memory serves and I am almost sure, it was Roland Carey. I asked if he was any relation 2 the great recording artist, as he was of dark complexion, and he said he is her third cousin. None of this is new or news, but here is where old meets new and becomes ‘the read all about it extra’. He was very fascinated with my ability 2 just put my arms out and swim along, no motors, no swimming, just zoom and move, and he asked me 2 demonstrate and so I showed him and he wanted me 2 go underwater and do it and I did, and then he asked me 2 cross this half Olympic size pool and come back, and as fast ass I could, but I was suspicious at this point of whay might B going on, and I just went a tad faster, no real burst of speed, sort of like a good professional free style swimmer would B traveling through the water. Even at this show, he was at a loss 4 words and asked me many questions, yet kept it very friendly, telling me he was going 2B at cuz Mariah’s later 4 a Christmas get together, and will bring me some autographed new released CD and stuff like this. I am not into autographs but I thanked him. Without going on, this man vanished one day forever, right after Ron Wirtz at the Camden County prosecutors office told me over my telephone at Highview Cheers Kristy Alee Apartments, that he was sending a man over 2 watch me, he had his reasons 4 this and not 2 ask him anything, just that he was onto something and 4 me never 2 bother this man that would B posing as a professor by the name of Jeff. I never saw Carey again at the pool after this, ever. Now 4YI cried like a school boy today and Y Christmas got wrecked, as usual. The big heavy 4th package, well I have it, and the bookmark on page 12, and the underlined parts that talk about the science of this lovely space-shuttle Challenger (Sarah-Callio) SCSCSC, project, trying 2 escape the 3 major initials, forget it, won’t happen, ever not ever, SC, DS, MC. Learn 2 live with it Mountainpen, it sure as the Sar ainta’ goin’ nowhere, BR!!!!!!! The thin science book inside Roger’s package is called “SCIENCE AND INVENTION ENCYCLOPEDIA, VOLUME-27” The bookmark was on page 12, and the underlining is all about turbo engines, and yes, I guess his cousin Roy must have named his first daughter after this engine or named the engine after his daughter. Yes I am quite aware that aerodynamics is the study and science of and behind AIRFLOW, or WIND, yes those 6-9 rooms of June 21st, one of which I was in and still am, just typing now, not crying any longer, that could after all possibly cause damage 2 the keyboard. Y would anyone name an engine that blows wind, after Nellie from Little House on the Prairie, Eugene series of Jenna summers Horawitz, Y?????? Y did I have the experience of seeing the Challenger shuttle blow up, long B4 it did, a year or so in fact, Y? Y did I get in so much trouble 4 playing a tape of one of the missions, it was taped legally, right off of the air, all the space shuttle missions the first decade of the project were all televised? So what is all of this about, oh great and powerful 'GAP' Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama-Cavelantisocleevious Krassle???????? Well, the SEVENTIES, HADDONWOOD, MC wanted me 2 talk about all of this and remember something, I guess when I did not get the message in time, or got it the way I got the other one she sent me, TOO-LATE, then old cuz Rog had 2 come into town and help me out. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does this mean U never cared about me at all, just your dad’s interest in my ability 2 propel myself. U have broken my heart forever Scylla, if that was what U meant 2 do, mission accomplished. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will love U forever, and will cry f weeks now after opening this last thing from your cousin. Games, games, what is it with U Scylla and your endless 16 year old games??????? B-EXE-con, etcetera, how about, C-U-B-R-O-K-E-M-Y-H-E-A-R-T-S-C-Y-L-L-A-EXE? How about that one teen queen? No matter what, and how much this hurts, still and forever I am your loyal slave, your YANCIE, and IWALU, I must sign off and cry myself into my keg of beer, even though I do not drink. Merry Christmas 2U anyway teen queen. If U want 2 do these things Scylla, Y did U leave your lovely home and city and come here on 032770???????????????? Shame on this government 4 using people and their deepest hurts and feelings, just 2 get information and military might. Just so U can wage war all around the globe, and get more hated every day by other nations. Then we really wonder, Y/9-11, no that one, BLOWS MY TINY LIMITED WHITTLE MIND. I am tearing and sobbing. I must stop or I will cry into my keyboard.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

first the quake, now watch bastards

“First the Quake, Now Watch Bastards”
The Epitome Of Harassment, Internet Version
122008.314---Beginning Transmission:

Starting with late yesterday afternoon, and my Verizon telephone service being cut off 4 no reason, as the bill is completely current; the siege from scum ball Mili-2-force is off the scale. All night long, I heard these rock chucking bunt tappers above me flying in their dirt bag diseased vessels, at the job site and still it persists, after parking back at home and getting my junk out of the car. Cat-Command will B major next week if this does not back off, and I am ready 2 pursue it as opposed 2 ignoring it. I could have a real dish at Sam W’s place a week ago, she all but threw herself at me when she was ringing me up, she wanted 2 ring up other things, and that WOMO OTAMM SCUZ, U CAN believe.

A nasty earthquake hit an interesting part of the world, and Maggie is only limited 2 my faith in her as well as how much lightning wants 2 operate through it. Unlike putting electricity through electronic devices, and regulating it in exact quantities of pressure and number of electrons being flowed into them, or volts times amps, U all would just say watts or power, power itself remains the same constant, it will always B, as it is right now, energy divided by the 4th dimension, or three spatial dimensions running in a motion through itself. We all know that if U observe an object at a distance greater than about 30,000 miles, it is impossible 2 ever C it in real-time, based on our roughly being consciously aware 2 no more than 400 instants per minute. This is not delusions, made up, sci-fi, or anything at all like this, ask any physicist if U doubt this. If they say I am wrong, they faked their way through college!!!!!!!! But moving ahead with lightning interacting with Magnesonic that I call in a slang way, “Maggie”, there is no set power operation, other than the system scans properties in a lightning bolt, and transfers these into signal-energy-dots or SEDS 4 short, and these SEDS R real, and I know they R deadly dangerous, and have seen first hand 4 twenty-three freaking years, just what they R capable of doing, when certain things R connected up ion a series, and at one end there is a telephone and on the other end, is Maggie. I have crashed many chops and planes and caused lots of natural disasters during this war with WOMO, and if they want 2 step it up 2 biblical proportions, my response is simply, B my guest pricks and bring it on Walt. I have totally freaking had it, BR!!!!!!!!!!!! WOMO knows this is all real, despite them never admitting it 2 any of U out there on line. They won’t admit the alien problem either, right? And the joke is that they do not know themselves what REALLY is freaking happening. The blind have always made a habit of leading other blind persons. This is truth. All of Morianity is truth. What is Morianity? Do U have a decade? Point made hopefully, so on with this blog with the right here and the right now, BRA!!!!!!!!! When Maggie struck, I was flabbergasted. The right people know what is being said, I need 2B careful or I’m gonna take a major butt whooping when I crash 4 the day. Scylla has unlimited total power, and I have told and explained Y and how, and given U all basically all of the answers that U claim U have been searching 4 and U shrug 2 shoulders at me and say big whoop, well that’s on U player. I have told the truth and reality about where it all begins and ends, and how it all works and Y, and the entire thing is called, MORIANITY. IWALU Scylla, but this was an unspeakable thing that U have done 2 me, and the fullness is just now sinking into my grasp. And U wonder Y it is Bah-Humbug Dickens Carol 4 me? Gimme a break SSJKK!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I should reword that a bit, please don’t.

In 1983, WOMO tried 2 kill me with a carbon monoxide poisoning at my rented home at 134 Norris Avenue, in good old Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I lived through it but developed a glandular metabolic dysfunction that could never B diagnosed properly and eventually died. I told Diana that I did not want 2 die and leave her, never being aware back in the 1983 circa as Mountainpen that I needed 2 die, 2B with her, she is an Astral Plane Goddess, and even the great apostle Paul knew that, and talked about her in one of his letters to the New Testament early church that my 61st granddaddy’s uncle Jesus started a while back. I begged lightning 2 let me live, and she did that, and now, it seems I am a bit stuck in this life. It is one thing 2B grounded, it is another thing 2 create an interdimensional set of beyond bizarre circumstances that permitted me 2 respond 2 an advertisement in the Post in July of 1979, that caused me 2 bring the disco queen up 2 the year 2301. How did I get on SSD government disability benefits back in 1994? I just told this simple truth that I am now telling 2 all of U 2 the government psychiatrists, and I passed through with flying colors. Trouble is, I am not nuts, and this is all real and true. All the details to my job at RPL sound studios from 1979 through the middle of March in 1981, R all detailed quite elaborately on much of my blogging texts. I tell the truth. I would say this 2 any freaking grand jury, I would speak this 2 President Bush or President-elect Obama. I have no closets, no secrets. I am not hiding anything, nor am I doing anything wrong. An eye 4 an eye is biblical, and when I am forced 2 wipe out parts of civilization, I break none of the established laws that R based on mans limited understanding of the elements and illusions surrounding them. I do however tend 2 get the job done, and SSJKK gets mad at me from time 2 time, calls me a Shellfish, and yes I admit it, beats the living crap out of me, in interactions that R far more real than anything here in what any of U consider the real waking world life. Scylla is mad because I erased some stuff, so 2 appease her, I had a restore program redo the 2 songs again, so chill Scylla my love, I have it back on a disc, and have a cassette copy as well, but hopefully, there will not ?B another Friendly Ice Cream incident,, man some jag officer has some real beauty queen knives, and a tape that most likely drove them mad. But that was 13 years ago, and this is now. Hello Mortimer Mortino, I know UR passing my right side at 8:12 ante’ meridian, ya mess bag. Take me, don’t taunt me. I want 2 get the hell ouddahere, and my name ain’t interdimensional inverted Harry Kallis. Please help me find a way 2 stray with U, Diana, yes the entire world will know these songs one day, right now they R locked away with Dewitt, 68 tapes, and in some obscure file down in Washington-13, DC at the Office of the Copyrights Library of the Mighty Congress!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR

“THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR”
Project currently known King/Queen as CIMT
Datfile: 082808.733.55------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

(Final Exams in the Summertime Mr. Potato Head). I have endured a life fucking sentence of pure hell as well as nearly another life sentence not quite this hellish, but way beyond sufficiently bad 2 finish off any normal regular mortal person. I have suffered through and endured ridicule and score, disbelief, mocking, pain on all levels, teasing, harassment, and all the funny little ha ho hums that have been partner in agony throughout my entire existence as Michael Wayne Mountainpen. If I therefore decide occasionally 2 get cute and play around with words on these blogs, call it PAYBACK 4 JERKOFFS or 4 short, just PFJ. I could type continuously 4 months and do nothing BUT PFJ’’s, and it would never begin 2 balance the scale and even out the equation of the polynomial of Dogtownite mathematics. 4 three straight days and nights starting early on Monday evening, these diseased toilet water swallowing prick in the mouths have been persecuting me illegally and horrendously, without mercy, causation, reason, or legality behind them in any way, and if FISA or any other fucking jerk off organization thinks ever that they can do all of these things 2 me, a law abiding naturally born citizen of the United States of America, and wrap themselves in some idea of their flag, and this makes all of this then totally OK and all right, they R so sadly mistaken that words cannot express now or ever, the degree and intensity of their misdiagnosed perceptions. For 3 days and nights all over Hammonton, CHEMTRAILS, CHIOPPERS, PLANES, CRASH LEVEL, ILLEGALLY STALKING AND HARASSING me, and Y? I will tell U all right now what I do know and what I don’t know, no bull shit at all, yet no punches pulled and held back, no wrestling holds bared, NONE, just the damn truth of the great Boy Scouts, friendly and courteously or not!!!! There R numerous factions on both the dream realm and the physical waking equation that both R laying inside the same waves and particles of. Consciousness or awake-mind, produces illusion, causing U all 2C a smoke and mirrors physical solid world of solid real tangible objects, and it is just not real, not here, not there, and not anywhere. So Y if I hit U on the head with a brick do U go FUCK-U, THAT HURT? Energy exists in the atom world that causes many things 2 occur, one of the biggest is called “CHAIN reaction”. If U want 2 excite the atoms of your arm without causing permanent damage 2 your arm or your body and yet prove my pernt Archibald, take a crow bar and slam it onto a solid surface, holding tightly onto it and using all of your force. Y would I make up this story, when I tell U none of this is real, U can fucking take it to the Chemical National bank of “Uncle” Heinz. B4 going on, mental illness and normal behaving brains R both part of this smoke and mirrors yet I could talk forever and only tell a little. When my hologram of hell is way up, if I am around anyone “Mentally Ill”, they act out aggressively and violently, as they R much more perceptible and open 2 a channel in the 6th dimension or the realm of the “Circuit Entities”, firedog Mayor Levy or no Firedog Mayor Levy. U all R totally convinced that URU and R able with something mankind loves 2 claim exists and calls FREE-WILL, 2 do whatever pleases U and by no means is any of it part of some huge control experiment or really more accurately termed, MEGAGAME OR COSMIC-GAME, or Callio’s Millionth-Council Game. Long B4 Chris Bennett put me onto blogging on the internet or that I even knew that such a dude existed on Planet-Earth, I would drive around and pass out ‘scroll-nega-tracts‘, as I termed them, up 2 40 or even 50 sheets of paper with pictures and messages, my story, then rolled up and masking taped into a heavy scroll, so that I could drive by yards of home owners late at night and hurl them into them, the free newsboy of the county, huh Kenny. SSJKK got into U real good 2, I know that, I recognize the song. There is only 1 Stacey Krassle, and that is all this old world needs. She could sneeze and galaxies would literally blow into talcum powder.

Let me start first by getting into things I know, and some that I admit 2 not knowing, and then maybe some maybe’s, and then, well, we’ll take it from there when we arrive at that point on the blog. Every time I move anywhere, whatever this thing is that is harassing and persecuting me, doesn’t fucking like it at all. They make things brutal at these times, and this is that time, 4 Stacey’s “That-Boy” from Trinitrail land. Ever wonder Y they never ever will make another TRINITRAIL? SSJKK will not permit them 2, and this is truth, powerful and right up in your face, and I know. I also know that when God was only about 8 or 9 years old, George burns played the BRIGGBASE part of GOD, and changed Stacey 2 Tracy, but 2 clever HISTORY-MAREKERS R in this fantastic movie. Can U pick them out, stop reading the blog 4 an hour and just try, I dare U2 just try. OK so I assume it is an hour later and UR addressing my cousin mister banker snoots by now, or better said, giving up. Fine, I’ll fudging clue U in Kenny and the gang. One is the girl with the big lovely knocker D cups, calling the little girl by the wrong name, or was it? Second, when little TR was talking 2 her Dad after coming out of the movie theatre and he seemed worried that his daughter did not enjoy herself at the movies, what was discussed? What did Tracy ask her dad about and what example did he give whole they rapped a while about how 2 create a great advertising slogan? Could this have possibly been POTATOE CHIPS. I sincerely hope somebody within 100 miles or less of Hammonton, NJUSAESMG, would come into Egg Harbor, a few miles 2 the east, and hang a left on Philadelphia Avenue and if heading eastbound towards Atlantic City, and find the potato chip place, and observe the surrounding area carefully, while keeping in mind my repeat dreams from 1970 through early into this new century, as well as how I stopped blogging 4 a while and what new CD hit the markets like wildfire, and by whom, and then ask her the name of her high school. Am I really asking U2 connect that many dots and give me the smallest benefit of the doubt that indeed all of this nightmare is happening constantly all around me and has been 4 more than half a freaking century now? When I tell U that All Mighty Scylla Goddess is indeed making contact with me, both in the sixties and now all over again, Y can’t any of U diseased turds even give me the smallest benefit of the doubt? Do any of U know how 2 do the things that I claim 2? And Y won’t a living soul anywhere put me 2 the test, just 2 fucking discredit me since they all hate me so badly? Ever let that one strike over your bow of wonderment? So Y does this enemy strike so incredibly every time I move? Simple Henry Semple from Virginia make it happen through electronic-metaphysics TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!! They do not want 2 have 2 make a MAJOR CHANGE or a MC in order 2 continually persecute me invisibly and totally covertly with their black operations. I go 2 a new place and new neighbors need 2 get paid off or threatened and intimidated into their circle. They also need new surveillance posts and nearby locales to my new residence where they can spy on me, make my electronic instruments fuck up whenever they so choose, and on and on and on and on. A messed up silly ass child could C through all of this dogshit. Some nasty ass ho from the hood can C without taking an ounce of fish food.

I will always love my teen queen NO MATTER WHAT TORTURE SHE CHOOSES 2 THROW ME INTO, HERE OR THERE OR ANYWHERE, IWALU, Queen MC. Spelled out from the great ‘90 year, and her lovely song, its Privecode number Gawnumly is 990. Hence I always say, IWALU followed by 990. There R 81 potential things in cosmos, they will range in PCN from 110 through 990.

Now what has not been touched on at all, for these nearly eight years of time now, people; is that all of this was another BLUCRAN HYPERSPACE ALTERATION, VIA STM-T3E DREAM TRAVEL. Both MC and WH interchange in so far as having this song, and in that time era. Just as Blueberry capitol Hammonton and Cranberry capitol Chatsworth, in New Jersey; were hyperspace STM-SWITCHED. Talk about REAL AUTOMOBILE COMMERCIALS and having the switch being on. JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Detective Fontanna sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All Detective Super Sleuths of Babylon; am I still all alone, dreaming of the phone, and the numbers that we shared, or is the United States © Office and their GAP examiners, going to insist I am just a raving lunatic? Well, we all know the answer to that, as it will endlessly and unrelentingly match HALLS WALLS. Who better than those who are in the UFO FAN CLUB, know better that Morianity is telling the absolute truth about all these things for crissake, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR

“THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR”
Project currently known King/Queen as CIMT
Datfile: 082808.733.55------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

December is when she took back her chain that Henningsen and his pal Worshing conspired 2 take from her to bring all of this about VIA the famous and great BB Organization, and this is not an abbreviation 4 MC’s great fan club, that I will join as soon as she so instructs, I never disobey the Queen, SHE RULES as all of U know. B4 their was Henningsen, there was Fred Hinger of the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra, give me a break, even the names of mommy and him R compatible on the Gawnum, just 2 much fits just 2 precisely and perfectly, bwaby-wuv-Fwudd!!!!! The Big Brothers Organization through the director at the time in late 1967, gave me Fred Hinger, followed by John Henningsen. At least Hinger did not vanish into the mysteries worlds of the color red without the white, better known by the Natives of this great continent ass Colorado. At least Freddie boy transferred over 2 the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Anyone ever want 2 fact check all of this out, BBBB my freaking guest, and guess the name of all of the marry Mary Moore/Mohr guests out past the balcony she stands on with that bright green dress, and the starting date of the show’s beginning and MC’s beginning in present incarnation, and on and on and on and on. There is no way after this potato chip factory in Egg Harbor, the repeat dreams since early into 1970 coinciding perfectly and precisely with SSJKK’s reincarnation into the world again, and an endless laundry list from infiltrating my school and seemingly being in total charge and ruling the empire even then, all ready knowing about the Watergate Democratic Office Building in Washington, 13, DC, and on and on, and no way this is the product of coincidence or mind disease, this is all totally real, and the kicker is the detention place 4 juvy's and Paula the psychic telling me that she had a vision of Sarah and she is in prison, and she was both literally and I know what it is like with control freaks, and also figuratively with the name of the high school verses the place in Egg Harbor. Terry and her daughter Gabriana told me all I need 2 know, yeah 4 short, daut Gabby, well they gabbed enough 4 me 2 finally get the score and that is, SSJKK back alive again 100, doubters club 0. There R KNOWN BY ME, totally, other CONSTANTS of my WOMO enemy, one is NO WOMEN permitted in my life, one is NO MOVING OR CHANGING just stay put and get the fuck harassed out of U day and night 4 ever and ever, one is NO VIVID DREAM RECALLS, because if U do bro, you’ve fucking had it, they will follow your pathetic fucking ass right through the Billy Mahoney Flatliners Movie Channel, and right back into U along with the ‘dream-memory’. They come through this magical thought channel, from their realm into this one, just as a Trojan fucking trumped horse. They enter into the wavelengths of the circuits of any electronic device and then as soon as U reach the waking world from their realm, they jump into your recall memory. If I lived on a desert island where no radio frequency could get at me, which basically in the year 2008 is not feasible, even possible, but just say that I could 4 crissake, they could not follow me back. Now YR they not following all of U back from your Billy Mahoney’s? I do not know, and I do not know whether they R or not, U out there have all become so desensitized 2 so much, so unaware of your real true surroundings, so caught up with who is the newest Hellyweird sensation, where UR gonna get your new show off car, your next pussy or conquest either direction, and on and on with career and families and Earthly carnal stupid garbage with absolutely no eternal value whatsofuckingever as it all will pass away eventually, that it may well all B occurring with U as well, and it is going right over your dingbat heads like moron Moe slapping moron Curly. Blind leading the blind. Where can either ever really go, except nowhere, except endlessly further into denial, and eternal stupidity. This entire thing is a nightmare game, and I am infinitely stuck in it, aware totally of it, and will B judged insane by my fellow human race 4 a minimum of thousands of years 2 fucking come. Monday night, even though bullshit was all ready happening, it might have not turned into this super mountain sized siege if I had not gone 2 sleep and had a major Atlantic City interaction, U would say I dreamed vividly about Atlantic City, same horse, differed rider. I do not remember much, only that it started again at the 5th floor ballroom of the old Treymore Hotel, a history marker now again removed by a powerful human extension of the Astral World Lambrigger Cultist, or the residence of the “mighty and powerful’ BRIGGBASE-OZ. Then I worsened things by telling MAJOR SECRETS. The telling of a major secret of these abductor gamester scum farts is another MAJOR NO NO or constant of the enemy things that will get me head axed real fucking quick-like!!!!!!!

Well like it or snot, bastards, I will B living near Shannon’s Carkick Wal-Mart Store of the great famous Blueberryville known also King/Prince as Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Wake me up after August is over, pweeeeeze, this fucking torturous monstrous hell is totally befuckingond unbearable. These twisted and sick twats have no remorse, no conscience, and absolutely no fucking shame at all 4 their evil assault and destruction of my entire life, both child and adult. Nothing just happens. No body just gets sick, ever. Nobody just has a bad day, or an accident, or gets cancer, 4 no good reason, never, ever. All shit is caused, and the Brigger scum R the causers, this one third of the mighty MILLIONTH COUNCIL is out of control, demented and unfathomably evil and twisted straight through to the very core of their evil sick being. I COULD TALK FOREVER rapies and germiblows. I am very disgusted, very tired, yes even disappointed in my queen. I thought she care-yd but now I am not so sure at all, not at all, yet I must now move into her special new 9th dimensional magic home of the great winds, the gods fucking HELLLLLP me, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE, Elmer.

GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, AND WORLD LABS, this is all copyrighted in the name of 1 MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. It is all total truth as best as I know it, I swear this under voluntary committed oath 2 country, and the powerful astral world gods, including the All Mighty Scylla, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MURDERED TODAQY BY MILITARY/MILITUFORCE DIRT BAGS-HELP ME

THE MILITARY/MILITUFORCE IS MURDERING ME---------------H---E---L---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


3 straight days of death siege, off the scale, and all of August.

I need WITNESSES. Anyone in the world, living in Hammonton, New Jersey today or that knows some one that does and can call them, please call them up. Go out and look at the sky and C if I really am such a fucking nut fucking case. Huge sick evil CHEMTRAILS fill up the sky, look at it, witness this and photograph it, then go to Google and Google up CHEMTRAIL websites and video upload 2 them your pix. This needs 2 get exposed and fucking stopped. My main murderers are the NAFACK of New Jersey, the 177th Frank Callio Air Force Fighter Wing of Pomona, NJUSA.

My physical body has been totally destroyed. How dare U evil fucking police and State police and all authorities refuse 2 take this at all seriously. When they autopsy me and cut me up like a shellfish, and C that these swirling nuclear jet streams R being done by this evil force, and I am dead, U will all B held legally responsible and it is the duty and obligation of Google Engine and Blogger website 2 make sure that fucking justice get done.

THESE COCK SUCKERS HAVE COMMITTED FIRST DEGREE PRE MDEDITATED MURDER ON AN INNOCENT UNITED STATES CITIZEN. The entire RIAA is up to their ugly crooked stealing neck in all of this as well, or didn’t I ever mention that proof beyond any doubt of this exists also, you will find it after U find me fucking dead.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

short blog #15

SHORT BLOG #15

Hi Gina, what RU up 2U arm breaking beauty queen? U used 2 say “TOLD-U” so I need 2 return the favor, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, just as I predicted. 2 days of siege, and the Phillies fall down another place in their division, JUST AS I PREDICTED.

Tonight’s chopper attack sealed up their crooked fucking victory. Welcome back 2 first place, Mariah’s Mets.

None of this would bother me if I was not being totally fucking persecuted straight to my hellish grave 4 over 22 years now just so this scum bag Millionth-Council can endlessly play their filth bag game with me and wreck my life, spinning it into an eternal fucking nightmare.

Someday, if this ever gets proven, do not think I will not expose to the world, the hypocrisy of this so called nation, freedom fighters, the world’s great policemen that R so vehemently against crimes against humanity and if what these same dirt holes r doing 2 me is not just that, something that the SPCA would not permit 2B done 2 a fucking animal, yet is OK 2 do 2 me as it endlessly betters the wealthy bastard world and their economy and cheated Wall Street, I will show up this evil empire for exactly whop and what they all R, greedy criminal Reagan worshiping pig slobs. I watched this world change and fall into a shit hole literally, going from a we generation of the sixties 2 the ME generation of the eighties, and worsening with the passage of every stinking single year. Some one on this planet someday WILL freaking vindicate me and my situation, take this as a PROMISE.

U wicked fucking slobs will all burn up in the fires of Dogtown forever. Soon, we will get deeper into shit than I ever thought I’d dare ever go online. It will get me wiped out tidal wave proportions, but I do not care, play that continuing fucking drum, ya’ bum, wipe out, fine, but I will take as many of U pig swine with me as will B humanly possible, and do it all legally. I do not want 2 end up across from Hers Potato Chips but then, I’m simply 2 old 2B there, and it is not 4 REAL-GOOD-GIRLS, it is 4 the Paula King bullies, and all the elevator rapers of the pwanet Mister Fwudd.

Yes I will feel as though I am moving into the ninth dimension next Monday, this is going 2B the wildest roller coaster ride of my eternal existence. Let me quickly tell U Gina and any others, Karen 2 hopefully as I just recently left U another dying-deck on your voicemail, keep it if I do not make it into the North Dakotas Monday, and then again if 30 days goes by and feels like 2 minutes, I guess they will have awakened me right on schedule with that great song. Karen, it is beyond wild. Crows and hawks and ravens R all over this place, and wind always blows there. When U close all the windows, the house gets 15 degrees hotter within minutes, but open them and doors R slamming unless they R held with jams, not jelly, that would B 2 soft, but it is so beautiful, it is just a precise duplication of the place Queen Mariah took me 2 and talked about shellfish. I have things I need 2 tell U, please meet me there MC, I am leaving the Mortal World-(MW) shortly, and when this posts up to Blogger, your unconsciousness will instantly read this message. I am happy 4 your Mets, MC, and what I want does not matter. What I need 2 know is whether or not UR punishing me 4 what my banker snoot family in LI did 2 my queen. Please do not hate me 4 their bads. I hate these people so bad, words fail me at light X light.

A super bad thing will happen very soon, the world will know that a price must B paid 4 persecuting me 2 this extent and degree, B braced lads and lassies.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

No Sane Mind Can Hold My Pandora

‘NO SANE MIND CAN HOLD MY PANDORA’
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION,
WITH THESE SUBTITLES ON ALL FUTURE BLOGS, WHETHER
PRINTED ON THEM ON NAY, MISTER ED:
1 --- CLOCKS, CATS, MIRRORS, HOUSES, AND
HERS POTATO CHIPS ---
2 --- I DO NOT SURRENDER 2U NOW OR EVER,
DORATHY/DORTHEA CORA COFFEE BRIGGS ---
3 --- MORIANITY-PROJECT ON AUDIO, THEN AND 99
YEARS AGO, MISSES BBBBBBBBBBASLLER/KRASSLE ---

Datfile---080608.717.55 ------ may I beginith twasnsmissionith EF?

I officially resign my commission forever and always, of BOY-SCOUT. Now, since death siege cubed is upon me from fucking diseased WOMO slime, today Tuesday, no more mister nice fucking guy from me bwaby-wuv TTWIG arrangement RO. Lightning learns fast from the toy company, right Made in Hell movie maker TIME in black worm hole space based on our side of the event horizon, but I do not care, she is my lightning, and even humanly she can do no wrong, just as Stacy cannot, no matter what game she is getting off playing with her endless “That-Boy” from Trinitrail David Star, late in 1969, Count AP. U wanna play, fine, give me a shot in the ass will U, cool, my fucking turn now ya’ diseased and twisted puss yummy swallowers!!!! I know that U all enjoy puke with your pizza, but this must explain YI get so many punches 2 the stomach, hay you’re all hungry, and need like all stupid nasty dirty animals, 2B fed, but I am not planning on coming 2 your party or playing your slime sucking games, not now, and not ever. The more all of this continues 2 go on, I am not as dumb as your mothers all look, by the way. It just is making Callio, Martino, Trump, and Scummer, not 2 mention prisoner taker McGuire, all look just that much guiltier and deep into this huge died sick demented and satanic plot. I know, Detective Allens, SIR, that UR now a multimillionaire, and all the future Detective Allen’s and Ron Wirtz’z have been and will go on being endlessly compensated ruminatively and very generously so, and as the song goes as my home went up in flames, Doctor Margret Diva of the Institute, where I labored and cleaned while the minds of Sulk and Green, and Coryell carried on with their great medical research, and the weird theories I learned from my hour off in the downstairs massive great library, but yes as the song written by Mountainpen in the ‘99 year goes, “U used me up and threw me away, my maggots get sick when U ask me 2 stay, so take all we had and take the kids 2, just get out of here or I’ll puke!!!!!!! But McGuire and Paula Crookface Uwich of Glendora, NJUSDAESMWG, R all deeply interconnected herein. Paula said Sarah is a prisoner, and I believed literally that McGuire had her in a dungeon, like a silly school boy with comic book mentality. This is a real/e fucking world Tom/Tommy, right? No illusions, no delusions, and no deceptions, pweeeeeze!!!!! B4I go on with some major counter striking blogging 4 today’s death hell siege that diseased WOMO or from now on DWOMO, this is what happened 2 pathetic Mountainpen starting last night around 11 or so of the clock, and I knew I was dead fucking meat when the VCR clock fucking nailed my ass at one eleven Ante’ Meridian, that was that. Ant time I get screwed by dirt ball Fonda Slaps, I can press any number on the keypad, and it still will equal out Einstein, 2 a simple answer, UR FUCKING DEAD MEAT MOUNTAINFUCKINGPEN!!!!!!!!! If UR an Incredible-Hulk fan, make that, “You’re Dead Callahan”. Callahan, Callio, Martino, McGuire, does it matter? Summer and Trump and now the mighty SSJKK herself humanly, they all hate me and want 2 destroy me, and maybe I do not blame them, it just is that I do not CYI should B forced 2 take responsibility 4 awful shit that my miserable fucking dirty rotten stinking Godless twisted relatives have done, I never did anything 2 anyone, unless pushed so far against the wall, that no one alive could look me in the eye legitimately and say that they could have reacted in a saintlier manner given the same circumstances. U dare say this 2 me, I do not care if UR the sweet old fucking Pope himself, I will calmly look U squarely in the eyes and call U a filthy rotten liar right 2 your face, I don’t give a fiddlers fuck if U stand 8 feet tall and R 400 pounds of 99% not Broadcast Music Incorporated, muscle. I am not afraid of any of U, U can’t fucking kill me, I am not killable, screw all of U. Drop an atomic fucking bomb right on my head, go ahead, it is not gonna do one thing 2 change my infinite fucking ass hell, BRAWNY, BRA GREEN!!!!!!! Stacey, how can U let this all B happening 2 me, tell me how, I wanted 2 exact revenge 4 what my shit-ass family did 2 yours and U got mad in the ‘dream’ and picked me up and slammed me down so hard, I couldn’t breathe or speak. Forget this, we can always do a James Gardener and get back to this and the physical pain inflicted, oh well, Sarah-Stacey, maybe UR mad that LAW & ORDER is my favorite television show and they have killed off a total of 3 SARAH’s so far that I know about, but seriously, I keep forgetting that U will always B what U really R, an endless just-16 year old entity, no matter how many time worlds that U may choose 2 participate in, no different than me as Ricky at 23 or as your That-Boy Zeranniss-Yancy at 22. This is a dream here, purely an illusion, and I KNOW this no matter how many people hate that I do and hate hearing me say and blog this, TOUGH WISKERS KITTY CAT. Getting back on last night and the siege that went on since right through present minper, I was seriously poisoned last night and all day today, major wicked CHEM TRAIL POISONING, maybe MC will light up my car next, I don’t know, I still think the whole thing going on since early oh-eight with her newest gimmick and game with her endless That-Boy, me, is a huge diversion from the stuff that happened from the sixties through the nineties, with the true great spirit that all of us, not just me, R all dealing with, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. U think lads and lassies, that U know the entire story, do U really, what if I told U that U need 2 look up a famous quotation from the great singer from yesteryear by the name of Al Jolson? Sarah is in prison and not by Robert McGuire, she was imprisoned literally just about at the time that Paula the crooked psychic told me this, as well as in a symbolic way that Hers Potato Chips of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG could have told me about but chose not 2, for the past several months. Mrs. BBBBBBBassler Krassle could have enlightened me much more than she did, but go freaking off on my pain and agony. I will not say that she ignored me, she was nice and took time out of her busy afternoon soap-TV schedule 2 discuss these matters with me. She could have simply said, “FUCK U, NUT CASE“, leaving me hearing a click and a dial tone, but she was nice and I will give her that. My keyboard is not broken and there is no hack, and the B is not stuck 2 night, but I have come 2B quite pissed off at this never ending fucking siege, and when I find out who is doing it someday, and I will, U can bet the blood of all your kids that I will, U will B taken 2 a court or World Tribunal at THE HAGUE, and I will sue all of U4 every penny that is in your name on any shore on this planet. No one has the right to wreck a persons entire fucking life, NO ONE, not even GOD HERSELF, and I do not think she is doing this, but she is in some way a part of this gargantuan thing, and it is starting 2 weelwee piss me off Elmer Fudd!!! All my stinking life, some astral plane force has given me these interactions, using your accepted forward-mortal way of seeing this and speaking this. Planes, loud Motor Cycles, a sky filled up to the brim with poison chem trails, and much more I have been sick all day, with a sore throat and a runny nose, feeling like total fucking shit. If U keep pissing the judge off, whoever UR that thinks this is so funny, he will lock your ass up 4 a long time. Some one threw a bag of confetti on the lawn near our house as of 090108, pieces made of beautiful colors, lavender and purple. Real funny, I get the message. Look, she is doing this 2 me, I am not an obsessed fan, this is happening 2 ME. Look diseased RIAA, I did not answer an ad in the post in the ‘79 year that Ernie Merker placed just so I could have 2 magic demos happen and get the original Hair project that Donna Gaines did in the ‘68 year, this happened 2 ME, ASS HOLES, I did not go looking for any of this UR doing this 2 me, DIRT BAGS!! I did not ask 2 get born here and take over a vicious unspeakable fucking family curse that stretches from Jerusalem to Egg Harbor City and spans 13,000 years, I am sick of this fucking demented thing. The Phillies must B losing and losing and losing and the stock market must B flying and flying and flying, I am getting fucking cremated, reamed, pummeled and pants-on fucked times the speed of light to the 8th power, this is beyond unconscionable. Where were U today when I needed U, DEEDEE???? Yesterday, a flock of my huge birds were circling the new-house, don’t get excited Jeremiah Burke Collins Devlin Summer Rohr. Would U please take the microphone and the floor now 4 just a second gorgeous Abigail Carmichael of L&O, and mention 2 my Blogaud that your “tolerance 4 coincidence is just not that high”, please, thank-U. This is a cold cruel evil world that should have been burned up and totally destroyed long ago. First, Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious wanted to do this a while back, bit his daughter Sarah-Stacey, his oldest and fairest daughter, the Astral Plane term for eldest daughter is a SCYLLA. She wants this 2 go on and mimic her great city, as Atlantic City in a very miniscule and miniature way indeed does, with Tennessee Avenue and her so called sixties-shop. What I will say now will definitely offend many, ask me if I give a screw, turn the blog channel, or (blannel) if old poor-me-Ricky-Richard-Franklin may B permitted 2 invent another new word on this blog. If U lost a wife or husband or child recently, a parent, a best friend, a loving pet, I know what UR going through. It is horrible and I am so very sorry. But in the year 1970, I lost the great Sarah-Stacey JKK, my life was more than just (Photeous and John’s Parking Lot over), Agnes N., it was a dissension into infinite hell. 2 lose the All Mighty, or separation from this great ultimate entity, is an unfacable torment and a tortured hell that is beyond inconceivable and forever humanly unfathomable. All the college adjectives in the dictionary can B inserted, it says nothing. My pain is not understandable 2 the human race. What I lost on Tennessee Avenue is not only a real and true story, it is my entrance into everlasting darkness and hell. Did I choose 2 leave her some may want 2 know? I never chose 2 leave my great ultra beyond words teen-queen. Still it happened. Did U ever, talk about fucking trying 2 relate, ever, do or say or not do or say a particular thing one day, and go home and sit down and B4 blaring your 3 billion watt stereo into your half deafened ears, sit back on your couch and ponder 4 just a minute or 2 or 3, and say 2 yourself, Y? Y did I or Y didn’t I do or say such and such a thing? Don’t lie ya’ bastard, tell me this never happened 2U and laugh in my face, and I will spit in yours, that is a promise. Look, I cannot tell U what happened but it happened, and was connected with the astral/dream/spiritual realms, as it all fit into a time program, a schedule, a line of events in the mortal world illusion. There she is the last year of my ever seeing her face 2 face in the summer of 1969 on Tennessee Avenue. She says a total of 11 words over a four year period, 3 of those years being while my mom and I stayed at the hotel down the street from her shop on her street from 1965 through 1968, in late June and mid-August of each of these seasons for a total of 8 times. Now may we look at some fascinating symbols and numbers? 8 stays, and the name of the place TRINIDAD, as my name MARK MOHR, has the same numerological Gawnum, or Private Cosmicallycoded Number of 8-7-1, (PCN). Now the name of this place 4 the past 3 years or so, is the SUPER-8. Eight stays, 8 is the new current name of the same structure on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, They went on 2 buy this place first 2 erase a major history-marker (HM) like the 1969 pollution commercial on the beach with the littering pigs and me in the background screaming, “Ziggy, Ziggy-hello”. The pigs said B4I screamed this out, never paid 4 being on this commercial by the way they just used my voice, but they had a radio with them while they were littering junk all over the beach, and the announcer was giving out a weather report saying that it would “B HOT, IN THE NINETIES”. Yeah, so will LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, and an Egg Harbor school 4 Juvenile Delinquents. All my life since 1970 right up through the early years of this new current century, I would have this repeat dream of driving into Egg Harbor City, and trying 2 find a school. There R no schools in Egg Harbor City past the elementary grammar school levels, no high school anywhere, but there is this ‘other’ school. Y would I have repeat dreams 4 more than 30 years starting in the spring of 1970, Y? Then U examine my getting the crap kicked out of me in 1975 on the beach the same day my mom is in LINY with those lovely wonderful relatives of mine. Then I eventually after enough of her games, REMEMBER, the ‘day of the dolphin‘, jaw face King George Sarah Callio-OTT. Maybe these symbols should stand 4 “Other Outer-world Travelers”, U all ready know that Star Trek producers know me as the TTONJ. Someone is indeed Manipulating and Controlling time or what we perceive this time dimension 2B. Yeah, well how can I argue with Mike and Rick and any of the All Mighty Roddenberry staff, I come from a place called New Jersey, and I sang everyone a little story about all of my glory and how I got the Leviathan Cult/Lamist Briggbase residents all Dark Shadows excited, right Paul Stoddard? Right Mister Blair? Yeah, “You’re all alone now Skylar/Scylla Rumson”, my astral body departeth, and I leave behind one loud bang of a story; do I not, kind sir, CCPO???????????

Forget the Vera Miles story near Edmund Scientific Company in the inverse present year of 1980, told in the first of my 5 blogging books/texts. Forget that everything that happens 2 me is usually connected up with this great Scylla Goddess, the great I AM, or I’M contractually, and that is in white space of the event horizon at any worm hole, forget my going into a deep trace at work and getting the true full lyrics to the Lois Foca song, forget the part that she says one day it will B2 late, and the rest is a bit depressing 4 me on a night and day this ugly and awful, but if U cannot C Blogaud that my woes and miseries go beyond yours no matter if U lost 1000 loved ones, well, that is OK, U do not have 2C it my way, nor need IC it your way, I will just take one from the RR-Gipper and also old Blue Eyes public urinator and do it my-way.

Want me 2 give U a biggie tonight, as I’m fucking ''pissed off'' enough Mayor Nutter, 2 give U’all a real bute? I do not care if it is an analogue moving second hand on your watch, or a tape counter on a DVD machine, but if U look SUDDENLY at it, there will B times when it seems that it had been stopped, and that the one second lasted much longer than it should have. Were U really there in that one second? Were U part of some huge Briggbase ‘THING’ for some period that was more that just that one second, and then suddenly, they saw that U were looking at a reference 2 time that U would identify as wrong somehow if they did not let go of the grip that they had U in, so boom, U got released. Now, this has not happened in a long time. A major hack just happened not involving a window box from typing 2 fast and getting some combo of keys bringing up something I do not know how 2 work, but a real fucking hack. These scum just got a funny bone hit. They sometimes get so screwed up when U get onto the fact that we all R getting “ABDUCTED” 4 lack of a better way of describing this currently, and this is Y the thing seems 2 freeze 4 one or even tow full seconds. I know lots more about this phenomenon and so does the cuckooing evil Manipulation Controlling Millionth Council of Queen MC. Hay, if I wanted 2 really blow your minds, I would tell the details of a story that up until now I have shunned totally the idea of daring 2 tell about it. I will leave U with the address of the street that my new residence is on, and of course the confetti color-er all ready knows it, but how old does an American citizen need B, or until recently, 2 retire with full social security bennies? YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP~~~~~~,I’M DARKER THAN YOU ARE~~~~~. Things do not confine themselves 2 one life time, they never did, and any religious teaching that preaches against this and says the bible agrees with them, let me not call them a liar, just misinformed, misinterpreted, and totally missing it. These same people tell U that U do not have an astral body and if U do U cannot control it, and I know that this is fucking bull shit, and that the secret of the FASCITAR, as explained over and over on my blogs, tells U exactly how 2 prove all the claims made here in these blogs as well as on my own website of http://www.morianity-foundation.com/. Here we go with the alternating precision clockwork HACK JACK STACEY-L ATTACK, with the absence of the blue underscoring of the hypertext transfer protocol address given above. Jeb Hawks, the fictional character Leviathan Cult Leader from the greatest television soap series ever, Dark Shadows, running from 1966 through 1071, could go from age 2-22 in a short time, just TV, right? Well, if I was not scared 2 death of what Queen M would do 2 me, I would put up a streaming A/V shortly on a new updated Morianity foundation website, and show U that Jebez may have been TV junk, but Sarah Jacobson was not TV junk. Anyone that can do anything they want at will, and only one person alive on this Earth can, and I am frightened, I am saying way 2 damn much, but I have her on a cassette tape from 1972 when she came 2 my school as a Rehab-student, another game, when she wasn’t toddling around a room more than 100 miles away, and an oscilloscope audio test shows a 100% dead on match with her on this tape and her on a tape from a VHS recording off a taped Jay Leno show from a few years or so back, I have 10,000 tapes and unfortunately, my system of order is more like chaos. I have had 2 move many times in my life due 2 sager enemies produced by the Briggbase filth Lamist Cult. I have given up on creating the great 2005 hurricanes, she makes sure they won’t come her way since she has a vested interest in the area, I read the papers, I know things, it is all of U that know zippadooceleysquat. If U woke up one day and realized U were unlimited, forget this Bruce All Mighty garbage all though it was a great show and that part with the spoon in the diner had me rolling on the floor, but hay, B serious, if U were inside your own dream and came one day 2 totally B aware of this, as SSJKK, indeed HAS, Y not play games, Y not torment her Yancy if she feels like it? When I am not physically interacting here, she is not this way with me most of the time. U have no clue what Scylla is like, only your silly worldly legends of sea monsters and mermaids. All a bunch of shit. She is beyond luscious, very tall, powerful with no limits, a voice so beautiful that humans that have heard it have willingly died 2B where she is in her great city known by only a very few as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, but Googling this up will give mention to this non tangible locale by me as well as others, mostly from the great Eckankar, religion of the sound and light, http://www.eckankarofnj.org/ and I have many technicians looking into this mysterious computer phenomenon of one day on and one day off with this highlighting linking problem on this word-works-document program in my computer. Soon, as Chemtrails did, the buzz will grow, and it will B all over the net. Chemtrails may have poisoned me today and last night, but only I know their true origin, reason, motive, and those behind them personally, and this claim that I make is under full penalty of committing legal perjury!!!! These words R a voluntary sworn grand jury testimony, it is a legal and binding document, for the World Tribunal at THE HAGUE, as soon as I pop them off a letter later this week, I have fucking had it up 2 fucking here, there, and as Donna puts it so perfectly, “from here 2 outer space”. To add Queen-M 2 the mix with or without her beautiful friend the Bay, at the speed of light, squared, mass will equal energy”, great work my queen, keep trucking along, U can play your game another 13KY with me, but nothing will change on my end from your THAT-BOY, as IWALU-990990990990990990990990990990990990.

Google and Satellite World Interconnect System and World Labs, this is all truth and nothing but, and entirely so, and this is sworn B4 my nation and world, and my Goddess, the All Mighty SSJKK, GOD by mortal reasoning. This is all the INT_PROP of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and is thus Copyrighted in this name in the ADEG calendar year of MMVIII, RBD (Roman Briggbase Documentation). E N D--------T R A N S M I S S I O N:

Friday, August 22, 2008

THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD, MY FAMILY

‘THE GREATEST STORY EVER REALLY TOLD, MY FAMILY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 082208.752--------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Thank the gods that in truer reality, there really is no points of origin nor termination nor meaningful connections 2 any of it, as it makes life in mortal world circles with the STC (space-time-continuum) illusion, quite agonizing 4 some. Agatha Christie at her best, as well as the great author of Jaws, never can do more than half or maybe two thirds of a super mind bending story, after all it is fictional work, how can this ever compare 2 the true menus that solidify into endless instants in hyperspace? 99% of readers now or ever of these words, may presently think U get it, and R so clueless to the facts behind the Circuit-Entities that exist above hyperspace in all its grandeur, called the 6th dimension.

Now on with the discussion of what mortal world folks call, 'MY DREAM'!!!!!After I leveled the BRIGGBASE, I went 2 the MW and wrecked many an enemy, but remember that hyperspace is huger than your mind would grasp if it equaled a million AE’s, or my late dad’s park pal, and even though interdimensional bombs can re-explode countless times virtually, and into countless atomic realities virtually, it still always will B a mere drop of water in the bucket called the Pacific Ocean, as compared 2 all of hyperspace, and this is a major under exaggerated reference. So the odds that I will by your way of seeing it, wake up, where the mission took place in one of the exact universes or near enough 2 have caused any recognizable retaliation, is like winning the state Power-Ball-Lottery every night or week 4 the rest of your life, roughly these same odds. Still, in true atomic completeness, I am getting the revenge I need against this total fifth dimensional onion skin forever wrapped, WOMO, or World Owners of the Military-UFO-Force, and the Organized Trash Against Michael Mountainpen, World-Owner-Milituforce-Otammites, (WOMO). So aniwho the bombing mission ends and I take my lovely baby blond, (Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis) back onto the Astral Plane, in my deep meditation, and head for one of her countless cabins that she and her millions of girlfriends many of whom also R lightning Goddesses from far off locales, have built through literally endless astral eons of interaction. She made passionate love to me as Ricktafarius, and then as I was holding her and telling her that I could endlessly just stare at her beyond exquisite long-lined Olympian eyes that all Olympians from O. Proper have, not the entire Province Olympia, but Diana’s eyes R the most beautiful of them all, despite Earthly myths of her cousins two known ones by the Mortal World, being Venus and Aphrodite. Still she giggles and tells me she knows how beautiful she is and that I am always her Ricky, forever and always. Go 2 the site, http://www.morianity-foundation.com.ricktown/ and sure enough, the alternate blog day kicks in and the blue underscore works, wow, isn’t this so much fun, playing with this pathetic little crap-cake? My family R a bunch of mentally diseased, snooty, judgmental, over-sexed, pathetic, twisted demigods that this single song has ever had 2B a part of interacting with. The Gottwald visit in 1975 revisited, could N a book containing more data than Tolstoy’s famous, “THE WINDS OF WAR”. I am not clowning here, I am being straight with my internet audience, and I know that I have some despite some power structures paid off 2 tell me that I am wasting my time, I know what I know, McCoy, and if that gets your Irish dander up, then so freaking B it buddy boy!!!!!!!! What I do not know, I’ll B first in line with a damn bullhorn screaming, “Look world, I do not know, help me Billy Swan”. Time fails me tonight, only a short while exists 4 this blog’s production and publication onto whatever Blog sites that I choose 2 post up 2. The Gottwald visit, do U have a decade? I don’t even if U do. I was barking up as U all know, a major wrong tree from 1995 through 2008, thinking that Sarah had vanished from Earth and or changed her identity, or whatever, possibly she was Sarah Callio. This has all been dispelled and totally proven NOT 2B the case!!!!!!! But my long winded big mouth jaws can also do Ron Wirtz’ legwork, not limited 2 the great All Mighty County in New Jersey by the name of ATLANTIC, an Astral Plane term and word that translates 2 KRASSLE. Saying either one astrally is no different than saying the other, here on the MW, a different drum is beating. My diseased family is no different in one respect than any other family on this green-brown Earth of Scylla’s. Things fit and tie and go together. They do this because in really all is oneness, and separation is only a process that (consciously awake mind) goes out of its way for 40-100 years 2 produce 4 us. It is pure illusion in the higher and truer realities. I was old enough to do a Nancy Reagan, 4 those old enough 2 know what that is, and JUST SAY NO, after I was out of my teens, no more visiting my crummy and rotten miserable twisted relatives, I hate their trucking guts, they hate mine, and it is pointless 2 go visiting because some mortal says it is a holiday and relatives need 2 assemble when they despise each other. The last visit up to Long Island was not in 75, that was moms last or 2nd last, mine was in 1972 in the mid summertime. We took a bus and then 2 trains, the great all mighty train from Philly 2 New York City, and then the LI train 2 Babylon, to King Banker the cappy and head snoot of the planet. I do not like talking about this period of my life, and no one would ever believe many things that happened, I told churches, I told psychic Research Institutes, and then I gave up on all of them like Doctor Camping did a decade later, with me it took less time Harry old boy. It was the summer of 1972 that was bad, but how bad, at the time, I was disgusted, now I plan 2 maybe end up in jail unless I can calm down over the weekend, that is how bad. I feel strongly that this visit was blogged somewhere B4 on my long winded numerous texts, but could B mistaken. This was when “UNCLE” who no more was my uncles than trucking Santa Sarah Claus Callio, but this 2nd cousin forced me 2 address him as UNCLE, and U do what Mister Third Rike says or else, buddy-boy. He went 2 his job I believe it was on a Friday and his wife, my “AUNT” not really, but I never minded calling this sweet librarian from the City Aunt, she was decent folk and Y she married this tyrant I will never know. Love is such a funny whittle thing, ain’t it Elmer? Silly me, or wabbit, I cannot talk, I am a certified lunatic. I am just the (LOIS FOCA Time Traveler) from Star-Trek’s New Jersey‘s 1989, and I better shut the truck up B4 Pillar and Berman Phoparmesh me out into the ninth dimension with the great WIND.

My cousin Don down in AACEE, that is a entirely different story. He and his gay chums on St. James Place, right down from the great Callio White-slavers Shop, and if this is so wrong, Y then did ZIGGY, make HISTORY-MARKER status with the 1969 pollution commercial and warn me to ,”GO HOME, GO HOME”? Y did Scylla do all of this, well she had more than every right 2B mad at this diseased family. First I use sympathetic magic with Maggie, when she was mirror image aged 2 her true self out in her great city of SAHASRA-DAL-KANWAL, and the name of the location chosen 4 burial was 2 close 4 comfort, and then, this was not the first strike from the family. The first strike was when Aunt Ruth took us 4 a drive 2C some friends of the family, punky nasty ass people, who did not like African Americans a whole lot. I was going on 18, and was with my mom and Aunt Ruth and cousin Christopher, and the family had a dog and they asked Christopher and me 2 go out and walk it round the block, I knew this looked like a place I went 2 in a dream a few months back, I KNEW IT. A beautiful 16 year old blond had a large dog and came up 2 me and fell 4 me. She was awesome, girls then did not look like the kids today on the Disney channel, but his killer bombshell teen queen was unfathomable. She was all over me, made me give her a phone number, and the works, she gave me hers, also addresses were exchanged, the whole deal. I tore her crap up after getting back 2 Peninsula Drive at the Gottwald home down past Captain Kangaroo, sort of New York’s version of Philadelphia’s Sally Starr. None of this is happenstance nor coincidence no matter who amongst the galaxies and stars out there may wish 2 believe the contrary; where RU Shirley McClain when I need U? Talk about the 70’s huh, well I wonder Y, could it B2 really jog hidden and forbidden memories? The AACEE lifeguards called me, WHAT, back in the 90’s? Stay the hell out of the water when I’m around. So this beauty queen blond told me how she and friends were harassing an IRC as they now have come 2B called, and were having a blast. These friends were related to me. I was disgusted with this slutty teenager at the time, and went onto forget about it all, just as I did similarly with her and her family on Tennessee Avenue, 2 or 3 years B4 that, and 100 miles or so 2 the south. In last nights experience, I remember my lightning asking me if I remember what happened B4 the time she made passionate love 2 me in one of her countless cabins in her Great Forests just outside Olympia Proper, and the time we went out to a lovely waterfall 3000 feet or so behind the cabin. I said that I did not, and asked her, “Did something happen“? She said,” U cannot deal with forgetting this“, this is a quote from Diana, and then she proceeded 2 tell me how Mariah appeared out in the yard with some of her new world friends from 2008 back in the living land, or Physical Plane, and they were very silent while Queen MC told me this and reminded me of this, and then asked me if I plan 2 retaliate on my family 4 what they did. Then after she asked me this I shouted as loudly as I could, “I will kill all of them 4U” Then she walked over towards me and I thought I was going 2B kissed or something good, but instead she picked me up over her head and gave me an incredible body slam. Then as I lay at her feet attempting 2 catch my breath, she said this 2 me, ”Never kill” I was shaking like a broken kite in the trees after a gale storm, and she went onto say this, “I am part of your family lineage, I am Scylla the Great I AM, and U must never disobey my commandments that I gave 2 your cousin Moses on my Mountain, Mountainpen”. Then I slowly tried 2 get up but was 2 injured, so I just laid there and asked the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle/Scylla/MC, Y? She then said, “Energy was balancing itself, and that is all part of her game. She chooses someone in each generation 2 carry on the family curse of hell itself, but after so many generations, the energy re-balances and someone in this family line will go after her in a new incarnation. This is Y all of this is happening, Donna is only retracing U when U attempt 2 escape through death, but she is not what has made your life so hellish since August 15th of 1986”. I went on 2 ask her what has tripled the curse since my great uncle once removed or whatever, Arthur Huntington, did the atrocity up in Massachusetts? Also, Y did he leave town and move up there to the burbs of Boston? She reminded me that it only tripled after I hit 30 and that the answers all were given 2 me by the Brigger Cult in the 1988 movie with Emit the smoke-aholic called “Made In Heaven”. If I had properly remembered it all by then, things would have changed. She also said that Lenny McKinnon never left the scene, he is not holding up a building somewhere in Northern Jersey, and all of us will B watching U2 make sure that U properly do the Morianity Project. I asked if the Rastafarian's fit into all of this somewhere, and she giggled at me and just said, “Everything always fits in, YANCY”. She left me in a flash after saying that more things will happen B4 JOJO time, and giggled again, and was gone. I took by morning shower B4 going off 2 Dawn and Anne’s place. From there, we went 2 Judge Rasso’s home and did some finishing touch up painting. Dawn had the radio on and my great queen entertained me with 2 or 3 of her lovely songs. I also know about your project, and wish U all the best with it, I will always B your number one fan, and only desire 2 do what U want me 2 do. I knew LINY was behind all this, I just knew it. Oh well, better LINY, than LENNY, if I am permitted just a wee bit of humor after holding back tears all day long. As soon as I got home and B4I began this blog, I cried like a school boy. I am so sorry 4 what my twisted evil family did, my great beautiful QUEEN. So much now makes total sense.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

THE ADULT'S VERSION OF THE BEACH TALK

‘THE ADULT’S VERSION OF THE BEACH TALK’
The Epitome Of Harassment, Internet Version
Date and Time is a phony illusion, who cares? BEGIN:

Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome 2 the Morianity Project, only in case none of U have ever been able 2 put this together, And since confession is very good for the ‘soul’ or Lawtron-Counterpart, I am not in control of the show. I do not say cut and print or this is a wrap. I do not direct or produce. I do not in good conscience know who really doe, so if I say that I absolutely did in any past time on these blogs, I apologize 4 being a liar. There was a group of kids on an Atlantic city beach, circa 1966, late June. Three white and three black, and in this group of 6 with me included, all but one were boys, the female child was white, big and tall 4 her age which was our age, of roughly 10-13, and we will make the name Denise as I currently know no one by that name, and all though have known a few, no real significance to me and them exists nor existed, and I do not remember the real name of the girl at the time, so let’s run with this ball. Along came another group of kids around our age or maybe slightly our seniors, and we had all been enjoying making sand castles and sea forts and other such youthful beach architectural structures, and were making our own enjoyment so 2 speak, not needing a thing from anyone external beyond our little group of kids just playing in the sand, but this 2nd group of kids did not share our reasoning of how 2 enjoy your day at the beach. They were having fun wrecking as fast as we were building, and rolling around laughing like they were the kings and queens of comedy itself. THIS, is how THEY had their amusements and got their jollies, not by creating it from within themselves, but on other hand, by upsetting other peoples day, hence, wrecking the fun of other kids around the. I remember 2 this very minute while I am here hitting little square black keys, to send any interested persons this message. I said 2 Denise, the only girl in our group that had all gathered 2 build forts and castles, “Don’t pay them any attention, there R2 ways 2 have fun, our way by making our own fun, and then their way, by ruining someone else’s.” 4 whatever dumb silly stupid reason, this day and what I told Denise is forever and permanently etched into my head. People that want to hurt people that have never done a thing 2 deserve it, R beyond low, I cold use extremely negative descriptive adjectives 4 hundreds of pages straight, and all it does would B LOWERING MYSELF 2 their demonic and diseased level. Many persons just will forever get off on hurting others, and if I were indeed, powerful enough, every one of them, all of them, would transfer from whatever they R doing at simply and endlessly, B interacting in Dogtown. It makes me want 2 turn around and B a better person, and not copy them and their evil ways. First, let me try and tie this day on the beaches of Atlantic City, over 43 seasons ago, with a present situation. First, I am so far from perfect, it could B measured in hypersphere teracycles or a hundred billion trillion light years of distance, or more than seven septillion miles, but who’s counting? Second, if I was close 2 or even at perfection, Y waste limited energy, as we all R working off a limited quantity of this substance, whatever it really is, and that is that, so Y waste any of it being someone’s judge? I do not want 2 ugly up my soul anymore by using these stupid methodologies. I know that hurtful and spiteful things R done every day 2 people that no more deserve this than the man on the moon, and it sickens me. I know that I suffer through a lot of the Millionth-Council and its Briggbase activities, but so do many and plenty. I do not know about Me and Mrs. Jones, but I do know about Many & Plenty, me and Map. I would say that I enjoy relating, but misery loving company is as propagandist a statement as I ever have heard, and brother, I’ve heard MAP.

I was at Ed Himacane’s today, and Dawn and Ann were with me. I confessed 2 him that his supposed things that I told him I was holding against him were a bunch of lies, and that in truth, I went 2 sleep and SSJKK told me I was 2 stop blogging until she came again into my dreams and told me 2 resume blogging, and that this was the simple truth. Confession is very good for the Lawtronic-Counterpart. I can’t speak for some wicked jailbird that would kill U4 a quarter, with no conscience about it at all, but most persons have some kind of shame factor, and for those that do not, shame on U. Let me move still further on and get deeper into a night where my mom came home from her job back in 1972 early in the year somewhere, and handed me a strange booklet that was offering cassette tapes on learning various things. I mentioned this blogs ago and books ago, most of U will have forgotten, so reiteration time is now hand. Mom wanted me 2 have a good education, this is typical 4 parents, wanting their offspring 2 succeed in this life, all perfectly natural and normal. She was disappointed that the previous autumn in 1971 had gone further south than the Antarctic Seas, regarding when I got beat up at Church Farm School, and then instead of the Headmaster expelling the guilty lads involved, I was ousted instead, go figure, Braintree curse! So she was desperate and hoped 2C me out of special-ed and soon enrolled into a good community college so that I could get a career and live a normal life, which if U do not know by now was never within the possible-menu of my interactive options in this hologram, then U never will know. But still moving on, or trying 2, mom was desperate and wanted a better life 4 me, we were poor, my dad was off with his pals Kip Wagner and Mel Fisher, the 2 famous treasure salvage men of those times, and could have cared less about supporting his family that he was responsible 4. Well if UR wondering how this moves on and where this is going, I picked a learning tape out of many, such as French or math or science subjects, only this was an esoteric subject, and it was called “The Fascitar”, which I believe this is the correct spelling of, yet when I first attempted blogging about this several years ago, it was not an existing or recognized on line entity, and Googling it up 2 this day show only to my best knowledge anyway, my own writings on the subject. It was sort of connected with a second tape that went with it, and also of as very mysterious and esoteric nature, “Astral Projection”. I can not look any of U in the face with candor and honesty and tell any of UYI ordered these tapes, or developed any sudden interest in the HIDDEN, the world uses their own word that means the same thing, the OCCULT. This led me into a strange and sick twisted new world, from which I have never been able 2 escape from. People coming 2 me in dreams, me flying out 2 the stars and on and on and on. But, and this but is the size of Texas, BUT, R the things that happen, trustable? R they believable solid realities? I do not have this information. I have been telling all of U out there 4 three years or so what is happening, as though I am doing a book report, or giving U all some movie review of the Mark Mohr Truman Show, that is it, on all candor. I am being true and honest, but still, is what I say is real and tangible, is it? I DO NOT KNOW, want honesty 2 night, well come 2 Morianity then, and get a taste of it, here it is, come and get it, it is going fast, bird flipper of the late nineteen sixties. OK, I have a dream that a black cat gives me a lottery number. I wake up and sure enough the dream comes true. But as Jim Burr said in the middle seventies, Satan is playing with U and UR believing lies and deceptions from the King of Liars. But what makes him right and me wrong, or me right and him wrong, what 4 crissake, do U know? Arguments on his side would B scriptures, writings from tens of long centuries ago, back up-able by what, scientifically, NOTHING. Arguments on my side would BY would this Satan dude, care so much about one tiny nobody with no influence, no clout, no financial resources, and no way 2 ever get any, just Y on God’s green-brown Earth would he care so much about me, 1 way or the other, Swiffer Duster Mop, Y. So no one wins this argument hands down and here R the 2 schools of thought from Uncle Heinz’s Snoots Gottwald to Jacobson/Haddonfield, in Jersey, there they R, both of them, so takem or leavemall pal, this is it, no BS. Now Y was I at Himacane’s? Well, I am not talking 2 much right now, I did mention that confession is good 4 the soul, and my soul needs something good right about now. First, if U want 2 get into the land of mysteries with me, U would have 2 meet me half way. I have read 300 books on various occult subjects, when U have, we R then on equalized terms and can speak intelligently together. Also I have read the holy words of Jehovah my endless love, SSJKK, and read them literally backwards and forwards on many an occasion. I read the entire New Testament aloud, when I came home from Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, the day I was assaulted there by 2 muscular tall lifeguard mascots, while mom was visiting Long Island Relatives, the late and great Heinz and Ruth, her snooty wealthy cousins. There is nothing wrong with being wealthy, nothing. But when anyone thinks that the poor R a lot of dog stink just there 2B stepped on and squished like a Geico Lizard, while they sit around all high and mighty and snooty, then this is where I draw the line. The only member oaf my family that this Hitler lover had any respect 4, was my illustrious and All Mighty AUNT GERALDINE SNOW, of Narberth, PAUSAESMWG. Y not, after all, she was friends with the Shaw of Iran 4 Crissake, so let us hobnob with all this royalty and greatness, and gold sniffers, don’t make me sick. I would rather B dirt poor and eat mud than ever B a part of your crown UNCLE. U all know the true story of Sandy B4 she went on 2 giving birth 2 “STACEY-ALICE” and her other kids. This was still the great hippie sixties, so peace out and listen, CHILL piper-cheeks. If the Shaw and Aunt Gerry, as I have believed all along were part of this huge SSJKK conspiracy with me and all of this Atlantic City junk, Y wouldn’t huge banker UNCLE-H, B in on this nastiness as well? I did nit say I know anything, nor do I accuse anyone of anything, I believe I just asked a question and posed it for the on-line world 2 examine at and 4 its most convenient perusal. I do not know a thing, OK, does this make the enemies out there sleep better? I know that I will as confession is a real good thing, and I do not want any falsehoods 2 Morianity circulating out here On this great Line.

My mom told me the old ‘Esolphs Fable’, and all though I all ready Lenny McKinnon know without any doubt whatsoever in my mind, that it never ever will apply 2 me, my favorite will always B the one about the Caterpillar and the Butterfly. These fables from this book were once world famous and the bedtime story of most if not all children around the globe. Even though I will never leave my cocoon, there R those who do have this experience, and I couldn’t B happier 4 them. I can share their breakage from that bad wrap just by being a fellow resident of humanity. What those monstrous filth did 2 my Queen, wherever they R, Magnetic-Sound-Machine will scan U and your families, and I would not want 2BU when I get more lightning 2 further ultra-empower my powerful machine. 4 whatever reasons, it cannot do certain things, but it can do other things. If U had remained here with me in 1970 down at your great shop of mystery, we would have worked things out, nut now, we must wait until the eighties roll around when I am JOJO and UR back here around me where U will always belong. 4 now all I want is 4U2B happy and content, it is my sincerest hope that U have no waking world awareness of any of this. I need U2 tell me 2 night in honesty, whether U do. It means a lot 2 me, I have 2 know, oh great Queen.

I will B leaving a nearly 9 year stint here at Rathole City, in Blueberryville, and moving in with the great rulers, ruling under U, aware or not of this, oh well, TPB book from 1994 predicted, Studio Park records, the weird fights I had with nut cases in hospitals, and my mother’s eventual demise. How companies can dare 2 get away with sending me unsolicited recording contracts after the RED LEADERS SONG DEAL, is beyond reprehensible. Where RU Federal Trade Commission, U were there 2 enforce the law when those miserable crooks stole my 200 bucks early into this rotten century with that phony snake oil. Y do U permit this evil phony recording industry junk? Every time the copyright office gets my stuff, boom, they send me their diseased stupidity. Hay I know I am a dope and a fool and look like a moron, but please, do not insult me 2 that extent.

2 events at the Atlantic City beaches will B quickly touched on now. A lifeguard intentionally swam right into me the other day, Tuesday, no way that was an accident, an entire ocean and he swims right into me as he is heading out and I am swimming sideways parallel 2 the shoreline. Shades of Robert Livingston Levy, I presume there Mister Africa. Oh well, at least Mary Carter was very good 2 me, or should I say Resorts Hotel. I locked my stupid self out of my car and within 10 minutes, 2 very nice security guards got me back in. Thank U, I always appreciate kindness, and will blog it when it rarely does occur in my messed up hologram. Wake me up when October gets here, if I am not yet back on line with my blogs, I’ll B shortly going off, I must move, I have more than one reining great Queen of my life, SSJKK. I still think that id Donna had never made a deal with SSKK 2 do all of this stuff that led me 2 this very night up here on August 20th in the oh-eight year, my life would not B quite this monstrous and twisted. How can people B so heartless, cold, and cruel? How can they drop 2 towers and the next day sing about my chain on a boyfriend’s neck? How can this all B, Angela-12???? Oh, I’m crazy, I’m delusional, we will C if this opinion maintains itself when I have streaming A/V up here 4 the world 2 totally C and witness all this manure that his been done 2 me 4 the past 50 freaking years. We’ll C, BRA. Time warps, worm holes, and Angela’s, even at the library with 400 pound bullies and non-caring security guards, U think I will forget all this injustice? Y don’t U all get together and just flash mob your text club from here to Andromeda, and let decent folk breath some nice fresh and clean air 4 a while? End Transmission.

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Mrs. Bassler's Ghost Story

‘MRS. BASSLER’S GHOST STORY’
Teohiv/Timcam/Morpro-1995
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Mrs. Bassler owned the property on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey where ’SARAH’, whoever she ’really was’ had ‘parents/relatives/whatever, that were renting a part of this property on the ground floor where above it was a hotel, and they ran some sort of a small nick knack type of shop. I know this much 4 several reasons. First, as a youth of ten or so, I went into this place and bought a small beach pale and shovel, while staying and vacationing at the then Trinidad Hotel just down the street on the same north side, and now this same identical structure stands there but is called the Super 8 Motel. This is YI have made fun of the ‘Super’ thing on prior blogs of 2 years back with Jenny Johnson, the character in the movie called, “My Super Ex-Girlfriend”. Interesting coincidence that this was created after Motel 8 bought the place where I indeed had met some type of a ‘super-girl’ back in the nineteen-sixties, am I right? B4 going on and most writers do not write in this vane using an unaltered paragraph, but this in case U have not noticed is not being written by just some regular person author, nor is this just some regular book or writing, it is the MORIANITY PROJECT, and was for destined 2B written by the All Mighty God of this Universe, the great Jehovah, and I know ‘her’ full name, which is Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle. Now that all of this got spit out and is out of the way, on with the shoe, bwaby-wuv Elmer Wabbit Fwudd!!! Another reason that I knew that this was a shop is because after I had made this purchase there, and had always seen a young girl there who I never was formerly introduced 2 at least until she later asked Jerry Heitzmann 2 ‘introduce us’ and we will definitely get back 2 this one, nut let us plow on 4 now with the point at hand, shall we? B4 we do, I was starting 2 interrupt my own self and point, I must, I am so in love with my Diana and cannot blog on without first thanking her 4 an all day lightning event in my area of both where I live as well as where I work. Then just 2 night, she did my very favorite thing of mine, she shined her gorgeous moon at me while still simultaneously flashing her lovely lightning in the skies, in brilliant beautiful colors that would make an artist sleeve-drool. She knows that my love 4 her is as endless and boundless as the STC itself and far beyond, but still, I just had 2 type this in B4 going on with the mundane story of Mrs. Bassler. Anyway, I had bought something, an exchange for a small Child's toy for money, if this is not what is done in a SHOP, then please explain 2 me what is? But a few years later on Memorial Day of 1969 in the middle of the afternoon somewhere, on May 30th when back then this holiday always fell, whether it B on a Monday or not, I was walking down her street and near her shop and along comes a whizzing car from Pacific Avenue, and as it began 2 decelerate near the area, ‘SARAH’ or whoever, yelled out 2 the people that were inside of this automobile, and I quote as though this occurred 48 hours ago, “Your friends R in the SHOP”. Then her friends that were there with her, I imagine Nina Soifer and Paula King, but will not B able 2 swear5 and attest 2 this as total fact under a sworn testimony, started also conversing with the girl and one of them called her, SARAH. This is the only way that I ‘knew’ her name until that following middle December in the same year of 1969, when I had a ‘dream’ like none of U out there most likely have ever experienced in your entire mortal world current lifetime, if I am incorrect, U now have my official deepest apologies. This ‘DREAM’ was NO DREAM as only Father Lucci could put it so well, and did just that in the movie, “The 7th Sign” in ‘88 or around there somewhere, when he grabbed the wrist of actress Demi Moore and spoke those words 2 her. THIS WAS NO DREAM. In a dream, if U get a shot in the jaw, do U wake up with loose teeth and blood all over the pillow? Well, Sarah identified herself in this wild experience as SARAH KRASSLE, and spelled it out precisely as well, and went onto take an object away from me and put it in her middle of 3 drawers in a credenza or bureau that was in her upstairs living area of this SHOP of the ‘mortal-world’. Whether this upstairs area existed above the actual waking world shop is a fact I will not know unless B4I die as the current me personality, I can build a Distance delay zooming re-tracer system, and cC4 myself, which is highly doubtful, as I live in 550 dollar per month trailer and park with income 2 march, so being totally realistic about it, need I do a George Straight about this and say any more? But regarding a dream, here I am with this beautiful tall teen queen super chick like nothing I ever saw B4, not that she was not a total queen in the waking world, but astrally, the amplification is beyond description, it works this way and the reasons 4 it R way 2 simple 4 complex human reasoning minds 2 ever grasp, so let us not attempt 2 pursue the mechanics 2 night behind stuff that I speak of, as James Gardner/Rockford/Maverick and I can always get back 2 this later on. My simple Archie Bunker pernt right now is that she took right out of my hands, this object which happened 2B a motorcycle type of chain, given 2 me by John Henningsen, who was my big-brother, not my blood, but from the Big Brothers Organization. He only would tell me that he picked it up in a strange souvenir shop in South America somewhere in the middle continent area high atop a mountain, recently while traveling on business 4 the Camden, New Jersey Office of the Campbell’s Soup Company. The chain was a very mysterious part of my life and I could go on and on way more but choose not 2 at this point in time Senator Jacobson Cooley-Hall Watergate. Aniwho, my Morians and Lessians alike, this entire thing was beyond weird for many reasons. First she took it away and after identifying herself and B4I awakened, she went out of her way 2 tell me that I am inside some other kind of reality and that, “when I return 2 what I think will B awakening from a dream”, I should C that this “really happened, and that my chain will not B in my closet”. Sure enough I did awaken, and checked my strong box in my closet which up until going 2 bed the night B4, contained 2 special items, a loose-leaf notebook filled with about 50 pages of neat printing that was called by me, “The Book of Beach”, and my CHAIN. I opened up the strong box and only the Book of Beach was in it, the chain was gone, poof, vanished, FOREVER. If this had happened 2U, would UB a bit nuts? The story does not end here however 4 my more recent Blogaud that never went back 2 read the entire stuff that has already been prior told and blogged, so let me rehash just a tad whittle bit, OK? I was very quiet and mom almost would not let me go 2 school that morning in December of 1969. I was not in Mrs., Marola’s class any longer by the way, she had vanished with the wind and this is separate stuff 4 another blog. My teacher, and since this was special Ed, we had a main teacher, a shrink, a gymnasium coach, and one additional teacher on some days for special projects. My main teacher was a hippie right out of the Beatles Fan Club with hair down 2 Donna-there, and the total dress demeanor and beads 2 match. Every part of this sentence has powerful meaning and will B separately explored on following blogs when more time is there 2 permit me 2 indeed do so, right now I am tired and need food and rest, I am mere mortal, not Jenny Johnson, Clark Kent, or Sarah. Aniwho, I told my mom I was all right, just very tired, and I went onto then pass the Brady Bunch taking of the temperature test, so off 2 school I went, right after mom left 4 work at the Shipping company called Lavino later 2B bought out by the British company INCHCAPE, that she was with all the way from 1939 through the great Marola year of 2000. I get on my school bus and almost immediately, a huge TRI-CHEM TRAIL appeared in the bright early crisp December skies, high above the sun. A perfect asterisk had been made by 3 crisscrossing jets, and the normal contrails dissipated and grew thick and spread out and yet held its beautiful and awesome shape and design, dead zenithing the center of the early morning sky. I stared at it and B4 much time passed, all the kids on the bus were as well. Upon arriving at school, it was immense and a spectacle 2 behold. It was completely over Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. There is a lot more 2 all of this, and even if I tell the entire freaking story some day, it still will merely B the entirety that I am aware of, not the entirety to the story and all of the unfathomably complex pieces that make it up and caused it all 2 happen, with gargantuan cosmic implications, and that much U all CAN believe, BRA!!!!!!

Starting last Thursday, the Milituforce that created this super asterisk chem trail, has been back on me nasty ass. Thursdays in general R not my best days. I have reason 2 believe that this incident in the paragraph above took place on the 12th of December, the 12th month and 12th day of the 69th year in the 20th century. I thought it was on the 7th 4 some time because of another “SARAH-CAUSED” interaction 27 years in the future in the ‘96 year, where I admit I did something stupid and messed with a dangerous thing called an I-Ching-Trance, and with the Deliverance Hexagram, was taken to Tennessee Avenue, with Sarah, and this led 2 some major and nasty stuff. Careful remembering on my part made me know that this experience occurred 5 days later than what I once thought and blogged. 69 was a powerful year 4 me, as I was born in 54 and 6X9 is indeed 54, but that is part A 2 a 2-part deal, and the B part goes like this. From 1954 through 2054, there is a mathematical unusual thing that I calculated some time back, perhaps around oh 4 or oh 5, where starting with 1969, the next year similar to it 4 me as far as it being a better year than all the others around it, was 1980, and then again in 1994, and from there I looked at this math-picture so 2 speak and realized that the separation in years between 69 and 80 was 11, and then from 80 through 94 was 14, and 14 was 3 more than 11, and so I began playing with this add 3/subtract 3 sliding scale going back B4 1969 as well as ahead and forward beyond 1994. This takes U 2 the 54 year in both the century I was born in as well as ion the next century following it. This is all spelled out and shown on previous blogging texts, this is now merely a reiteration. Also, here is a secret I WILL LKET OUT 2 NIGHT and it is a BIGGIE, ZIGGY!!!!! The 3 major good years of my life again, were 1969, 1980 and 1994. Now let us examine 3 major SARAH KRASSKLE interactions or ‘visitations/abductions/whatever, that occurred with me or between her and me I should really word this. 1969 was where she identifies herself as Sarah Krassle, spells her name out so I am sure 2 remember it in the ‘waking world reality’, and tells me that this is not some dream in that my chain is in fact being taken from me, that she needs it 4 her “Great City”. Now, let me take us up 2 the year of 1980 and the room in the sun Mister Franklin. After moving into the room in the sun as I believed it 2B on my deathbed as Franklin in the year 1790, 190 years B4, since lightning appeared in front of me seconds B4 my death, invisible 2 those around me, and told me, “she would C me in the room in the sun”. This room was the living room at the great Robin Hill Apartment complex, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. Pray the truck 4 me out there, I was just possessed by Brigger MC-SCUM 2 look at my computer clock at the bottom right screen, and was shown a digital representation of Jane Dirtball Fonda’s ugly kisser. Sure enough I got a weird pop-up window that fortunately 4 me I was able 2 figure out how 2 freaking exit out of after a mouse right click and a click on a CLEAR box, and it cleared off, and now I am experiencing a left side small but distinct freaking death angel visitation, some scum bag WOMO power out here is now good and pissed off Mayor Nutter, HA HA HA HA!!!!!! I am compensating by staring at a screen of FIVES on my system, screw U. 555555555 five-five-five-five-5555555555555. Back on point now if possible. So it is 1980 and I had been about 35 days give or take at this residence, and went 2 sleep or whatever, and there she was, all though I admit that I had moved on in my life. UC age 14 through age 25 seems like a huge deal at 25, but when U look back nearly 30 more years, it is urine. 15 and 20 year periods seem nearly inconsequential, but would not at ages in between 14 and 25. People C perspectives based on their age and since this is based on an illusion while we live here physically and mortally, this opens up an entire ‘shop’ Wal-Mart sized, filled with other big time stuff that I could blog about, again, no time now. So sue me, so it is 2 late now golden fate Mr. Merker, sorry I am human, U made me this way inside your own thought from upline. Sue me. U can’t take my bed. As 4 my computer, U can have it. It is a grief bearer. I have enough freaking gray hair. I am about 2 built an integrenitrizer gadget, I don’t need more worries and wrinkles. I look 100 now 4 crissake, don’t need 2 look 200!!! So I forgot and grew up and put childhood where it belonged, behind me, just ‘cause U don’t have 2 live in the STC space-time-continuum, I do honey buns. I live in this mortal world just as U wanted me 2. U rule, remember!!!!! So it now is 1980 and I fall off 2 sleep, boom, the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS interaction kicks in. I knew that I knew U from somewhere, I tried my best at the time 2 figure it out Stacey, I am not God, that’s your job. So one day 2 late I’ll come looking 4U and I’ll no longer know who UR, I’ll remember a girl from my little boy world and do my best 2 forget that UR my Stacey, the great Sarah Stacey, and more than a girl from the shore. U sent her 2 me, so that I would love U also, but instead, I forgot even more. Well, sorry about that Misses Maxwell Smart agent 99. UR the God, I am the mortal, I am the frail one with a limited memory, excuse me 4 getting born. Now let us move on again, not 11 but 14 years, now going from 1969 to 1980 and up 2 the mighty Haddonwood joining year of 1994. I joined this great Swim and health club on June 27th of 1994, and this I DO remember like 5 minutes ago. This is when I confided in the 2 dudes named Joe and Andy after I got myself shot and killed at my local WAWA store during a hold up by an African-American couple roughly aged 30-40, an average builds and heights. This is where I met a very special dude in the swimming pool and we need not get into this again. I am sure it was all arranged, by HER. One day after joining this club, perhaps around 70-100 days later in the early autumn of the 94 year, I was on my way into the club and took a huge MILITUFORCE siege on a very drizzly and overcast day. The night B4, what happened, but an interaction with, who, SARAH. She and I were in ‘HER GREAT CITY’ and we had some cool device that we were messing around with that would catapult us all around the water in an instant without causing injury. And we were having the time of our lives. She knew me but I did not know or remember her. I fell madly in love with her and asked her 2 marry me and she said she would very much like 2 and then instantly I saw here mom and dad coming down the beach at that point. They came right up into my face and chased me away from her and I could not figure out Y she would not stand up and fight 4 me at all. As I sadly walked away, I remember turning and saying, “Have a nice life”. After this, it seemed Hollywood went on a ROLL 2 make up sitcoms and TV shows and movies where someone would say precisely that phrase 2 someone else. It angered me that they could B so heartless as 2 capitalize on my agony, and believe me, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have dropped a bomb on Tinsel town, I was extremely angry that their cruelty and insensitivity could rise up 2 this incredible level of unfeeling mockery. Staying on point, it is never a topic that I have hit on B4, so 2 night will B the night where everything is all right as the old dance song goes. They have messed with me now for 4 trucking days, so my revenge is 2 tell the truth about secrets that I totally know that these evil BRIGGBASE SCUM BAGS do not want told, Kevin T. or no Kevin T. 1969, 1980, and 1994 were all major PORTS-IN-THE-STORM years 4 me and my miserable rotten life, and it was IN THESE years, and only these years, that the great SARAH KRASSLE came 2 me in major wild and totally unforgettable interactions. How high is your tolerance 4 coincidences 2 night, Abbey Carmichael, of the great LAW and ORDER TV SHOW?????????? How’ bout U John Jack MC-Coy??????? Oh, did U ask 4 my opinion? Well, in case U did, my answer speaks 4 itself. If I believed this 2B some wild delusion and not a huge cosmic reality that is shaping the entire destiny of all of mankind in ways and reasons far beyond my wildest comprehension, then Y would I come home tired from a swing around nasty work shift, and instead of eating as hot meal and crashing into bed, do a multi page long winded blog? Well, long or short wind, wind is wind, and I had no knowledge of anything when I fell asleep a couple months back give or take, and found myself again with Sarah, in the medical office where the STRONG WINDS were blowing through all of the open windows and causing all of the doors 2 slam. What is really behind all of this? Well it is not a pleasant reality. If U study scripture long and carefully, there is a magical concept where man sins against his god and must pay a price that he cannot pay in order 2B returned or reconciled with his god. This is as any Sunday school attendee knows, the plan of Gods Salvation. If U really study it all, God turns his back on sin forever as he cannot look upon it, so the one that takes the human races place as the sinner must B punished by God forever turning his back on U. God is spirit and must B worshiped in spirit, as scriptures quote precisely, in the King James Christian Version. Spirit has no gender. The great God of everything is the most powerful beautiful possible awesome being imaginable and them a billion times more. Most people think that Jesus took the sins of man and was given an equivalent of eternity in hell. This is fantasy. Jesus had brother and sisters, and this sun curse was needed 2B carried by one brother from generation to generation, and this is the absolute awesome most guarded covered up secret that I am not sure that the Pope and the Vatican even know, but it all led to this century’s wild books by Dan Brown. This is Y my pal David Roth who was a very high degreed Mason, was indeed murdered. He snuck out a family lineage chart that only 20 people on this planet in this present time period ever were privy 2 know, and that is who my family is, who amongst us will inherit the sin debt in the 21st century from me after I ‘move on’ as U mortals love 2 put it. I could go on and on and on, U can expect a major evil empire gain in the following weeks, as I am getting the crap knocked out of me, and SSJKK in present life, is not gonna like this whittle bwog one whittle bitchin’ bit. Well, as I said long ago 2 Mrs. Bassler over the phone during the beginning of my fantastic search 2 locate Sarah and called it my “MID-LIFE-CRISES”, and it was not, and far from it, and also said it to the Greek dude on Tennessee Avenue in 1997, “My life ended in the year 1970 when I lost my Sarah”. I also said that my enemies were the same enemies I had as King David back thousands of years ago. When I thought that the Martino and Callio families were in some way behind her disappearance and were messing with me, I playfully began telling people around me that I knew what Albert Einstein’s famous equation really was meant 2 say, and that was Enemies = Martino times Callio times Mary Carter. This is because Mary Carter Paints secretly owns the gambling industry and controls a part of the Central Intelligence Agency as well as all other Black and ultra-black file United States and Global hush agencies, and thus by multiplying the MC in Mary Carter with the families responsible 4 the Brigger connections into this world or the great mighty Lambrigg Cult of the Millionth Council, U would have E equals MC squared. After jokingly saying this 4 a few months, I went 2 bed one night in 1997 and dreamed that I was outside my Somerdale home, in NJUSAESMWG, and was getting ail, and amongst the mail were 2 letters from a recording artist named Mariah Carey, and when I went 2 open these letters, they were empty. I later began 2 believe that perhaps this was a sign from the spirit or astral world that this was 2 represent her initials, or her 2 letters which in fact are MC. Then along comes my 2 or 3 years of blogging, and I hear a voice telling me 2 stop blogging 4 seventy days, as 70 was the year that your life ended as U lost your Sarah in the 70 year. During this pause and intentional interruption in my story on line, along comes Mariah with her newest CD release. Well, I just want 2 know one thing from all of U. What would U make of all of this if this indeed was all happening either 2U or someone that U care- about, what really would U think then? Would UB in such a hurry 2 write the person off as a raving lunatic and the next Detective Gavin candidate 2B taken down 2 Jimmie Leeds Jersey Devil Road 2 spend the rest of your natural life in a sike-ward? Well only U can B honest with yourself in this rationale. I cannot B your conscience. I do know that I never meant any harm ever 2 anyone. It is always everyone else that is always messing with me and it would not matter if could produce a live flying saucer with 10 grays and 3 reptilians. U can have all the evidence to unnatural things in the world and then 100 times more, THEY will not permit it 2 ever B recognized. THEY R in control THEY RULE. THAT ASTRAL PLANE FAMILY RULES, believe it if U ever choose 2 believe diddly squooks. TAWF or “That Astral World Family” cut out my lungs and squeezed them until bright red blood dripped out, in 1970 from Reale’s home on Cornwall Avenue. The only thing missing was the small letter tee, the scourging, and a bunch of Roman evil empire filth. When I am finally one, some poor bastard in this family is in 4 the roller coaster ride of their life, and it will make the Wildwood Mile High coaster of 2030 pale in any comparison. I am just 2 tired 2 blog another word, sahwee. Let me terminate by just saying that Mrs. Bassler told me when I am finished with my “ghost story” 2 contact her and give her a copy of my book. Well, I am not chasing ghosts Mrs. Bassler despite getting the run around of intergalactic orbitrons. I know what I know, and it is a hell that is freaking unfacable. Since it has taken me a decade 2 get a penny to scream even this loud in all of this Mister Benny-me, I will presume that U did not marry Mr. Livingston from Africa, nor any other of MC Kinnon’s Rastafarian's, and also since U were mid eightyish at the time, U would now B so close 2 one hundred that even if U still carry a body here, Mrs. B. I doubt that U would really wish 2 hear, MY GHOST STORY.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLAH AND BLAH AND BLAH. END:

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WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, August 8, 2008

pigs raised by pigs equals TNG pigs

‘PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS TNG-PIGS’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM----DATFILE--080808.777
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spok???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring All around all through my life as Mountainpen, but especially since 1995 and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photonic full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way to many of them and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation, devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through.

I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend sat down 2 my right, Diana was over 3 my left, along this very green and beautiful grass at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water as Diana and I had been in it recently while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on was a large area and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete, that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor and I am going 2 go get the Mayor since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned and that I am calling the Mayor. She she pulled me so hard that my arm almost broke at the shoulder, she was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing and cracking up and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, :Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles, just who really RU”? She giggled on and on and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven, and told me,”I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home and up the back stairs made of wood 64 of them all total, up yo a glass enclosed area overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice but to endlessly play her great mighty game, that she is the all mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 3 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said. “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U&, U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend.

Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm beauty queen, now I am telling U that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong.

This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. I END TRANSMISSION HERE.

Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:50 PM

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Sunday, August 17, 2008

THE WORST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE, AGAIN

“THE WORST WEEKEND IN MANY YEARS”
BLAH AND BLAH AND BLAH ON MONDAY MOURNING

Well maybe the jerk fucking offs destroying my life know a lot more than I do, as there is no way that out of the blue and 4 no real discernable reason, they chose this weekend 2 fucking pour on this kind of reign of terror on me, a defenseless pathetic whittle nobody that never ever did these total fucking scum bags one damn bit of harm. The Motor Cycle attack today started noonish or slightly thereafter and was befuckingond horrendous. Then the night chemtrailing hazed over the moon. The entire weekend was nothing but endless major fucking death siege and hell poured on me from filthy diseased WOMO OTAMM MICK SCUZBAG, MILI-2-FORCE. It has not been this fucking bad in fucking ages, and is now a super death siege of eleven straight Elmer Fudd Wabbit days. Should this persist, I fully intend 2 take advantage of the parallel event pussy command that these extended major death sieges usually sooner or later bring 2 me. The laugh will B on of U fucking fagot scum bags out there responsible 4 wrecking an innocent individual’s entire adult fucking life, and most likely his fucking childhood life as well. I am not on psychiatric medications nor do I have mood swings. Enough persecution, and every one of U would get just as angry and your blogs would reflect your suffering every bit as mine do.

This is beyond the pale, and I promise all of U enemies doing this 2 me, that your evil empire world will B getting in short order, A BRAND NEW SET OF WILDFIRES, TWISTERS, STORMS, HURRICANES, VOLCANOES, EARTHQUAKES, TIDAL WAVES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUTS, AND CITY VIOLENCE, IS A COMING BROTHER!!!! Y Magnesonic has not been able 2 perform better when all this lightning has been available 2 suck power from, I do not know.

The guard that I work with on my job has a published book, and lives in Egg Harbor by the way, just as Paula King did, and the great Terry and Gabby do, so Whoopdeediddlydoo. Aniwho, he told me that these bikers trash R not gangs the way they used 2B, they R doctors and lawyers in a midlife crises that will all B back Monday morning in their offices and 9-5 routine Mizz Parton, and back on Wall Street. After he and I talked and he drove off, I thought I would go 2 the toilet in my pants 4 sure. Back on WALL STREET. No wonder they R out here persecuting and annoying me. The more U put it together, the more U know beyond the shadow of any doubt, THAT UR NOT A BIT FUCKING CRAZY, THAT THIS IS ALL TOTALLY REAL AND HAPPENING. It is no different than when people stop, me and ask YI talk about my dreams as though it is connected somehow 2 life in any proven or meaningful way. Then I tell them that in 1980, I DREAMED that a black cat gave me the Pennsylvania lottery number, and sure as shit on a shingle, out it came. Shortly prior 2 that, a beautiful young goddess appears 2 me and sings a melody that was more real and vivid and in my face (there) than any song ever played on the mortal world radio in my experiencing of over 53.5 years of life here. Then I ask them, Y would I not make a connection if the connections R making themselves? It may not B occurring in YOUR life there sunshine, but I’ll B damned if it is not in mine, so stay or go away or whatever Congy, but yo, I can very well differentiate between fantasy and reality, and who the fuck R any of U2 tell me I am crazy? FUCK U. I started 2 say B4 my hacking in the margin worlds, that when a smart and well equipped and resourced enemy such as mine whoever they REALLY R, is messing with U, it is difficult 2 impossible 2 distinguish when they throw up a diversion. More than once I look carefully and really study the evidence presented in order 2 better make a proper determination of when I am being deceived with these diversions. 4 example, was Donna a diversion from Sarah, was Sarah a diversion from Donna, R both diversions from MC, is MC the latest one, how the fucklng hell is a mortal man with gods 4 fucking enemies, supposed 2B able 2 ever REALLY know? U fucking tell me BRA!!!!!!!! I am listening!!!!!!!!!! Air force, Police force, business men on Wall Street, the same force behind it all, she lived on Tennessee Street, Avenue really, but Street rhymes, poetic license, so sue my fat ugly ass, Copyright 1997, MARK WAYNE MOHR, and if U wonder where U can hear this put 2 music, go then 2 this site, http://www.morianity-foundation/music.com/ and click the next hypertext transfer protocol link 4 the song called, DON’T HIDE, U CAN’T HIDE. I do not say stupid things at random, it all freaking totally connects up, just do not ask me how, who precisely is messing with me, or Y. If I knew, I would spill my guts 2 the internet world at C CUBED, or WARP-20. All I will B able in truth 2 tell U is that I am typing out what I feel U can absorb, things from my experiences while alive here as the me I know 2B as tangible as possible within a world and realm made up of waves and particles, or said maybe better in my humble opinion aniwho, DREAM-DATA. This is only realer than what U think of as dreams, in that U have this thing U call conscious awareness, or a way 2 process a dream into a usable and intractable hologram reality, very similarly to Roddenberry and friends’ idea with their Holo-Deck on the Next Generation Star Trek. Einstein’s famous relativity equation verifies that nothing really CAN exist beyond your innermost being-ness. It is a part of his great equation, and yet it got by him according 2 the Sidewalk-Science men, look it up, Google them up, they R probably there 4 those whizzes out there like Gabby Harbor who can turn these whittle PC boxes into magic with just fingers and breath; weeee. Yes my buddy Roy Carl Weiler Senior has a great book, read it, it is called “Secrets of the Museum”. cool as hell, well maybe not 4 the teen crowd, but the gods, I hope some gray matter is on these blogging sites. Well, IMHO, “THEY” R scared of something or pissed at something, Mayor Nutter. I do not know. But experience has indeed taught me that sieges like this that go on and on and R out of the blue after a back off time, it is always one of these 2 scenarios. The amazing miracle is that THEY did not score there famous during major siege times, FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRES, WITH MY PHILLIES GOING BELLY FUCKING UP ALL WEEKEND, it was a split, a win and a loss. One thing I know, deceptions or no, illusions smoke screens and mirrors and time reflections, and Houdini hats and Copperfield deodorant sticks, Scottying themselves from closed rooms to closed rooms, and all of this being said, and a lot potentially more, and that is that when dealing with the kind of powers that I am dealing with and a magic girl that enters your DREAMS since the age of 14, with music and songs and all, U never R gonna get all the answers, only what SHE feels like giving U. I was destined 2B eternally dominated by this lovely teen queen, this entire downline is her upline thought, and just one single thought, as she has had many more, as we all do, all throughout the 5th dimensional hyperspace. So what is the 6th dimension, and how can she control the ninth one is she is just a teensy weensy particle and piece that exists and is trapped in the fifth along within all of us? Well, do U have 50 years, as I do not even if U do, but I will give U’all a Shorty version, just not a Trumped MacInvondi version. I can make this all sound nice and logical and change supernatural stuff into a more defined structurally based scientifically perhaps in a thousand years, more accepted system, yet and forever, it still always will remain and is, no more than my attempting 2 psychoanalyze a dream, and this cannot ever B done by anyone, and THIS, Celine slut, is the great Rock equation, Misses Roddenberry Chapel. Can she really B a part of the hyperspace and nothing more than a speck within the 6th dimension and yet really B more? Well, at the risk of inciting one of two known ways of creating what I have termed APR, nothing 2 do with capitalism or interest rates on your loans and credit cards, mind U. It stands 4 ADULT PLAYGROUND RAGE. It has been explained so many times and if U forgot and want 2 know, read old blogs or wait a while, I will get around Mr. Gardner, Jimmie old boy, 2 getting beat up again by more mascots, as well as retyping the details of APR. 4 now just continuing on at the risk of inciting this, as one way is the YYYYYY-GAME, and here is the other way without driving 2 slowly or some other road APR. U say Y did I do such and such or Y do I believe this or that thing, and I respond with, “Y NOT”? I mean please, Y can’t she B more even though it would defy “LOGIC”? What is logic, Mister Spock? Come on, LN, what really, is logic? Here we go again, trying 2 figure out DD, no not my big black birds that watch over me, but DREAM-DATA. Can she not B 9th dimensional, sure? Can she even though the mere suggestion defies human reasoning? Of course she can. She may B, she may not B. I do know her favorite color is pink and her favorite letter is B. But do I? Do I know 4 sure that she left me in 1970 and got reborn Mariah Carey? No. Do I believe this however in my deepest gut feeling, U bet I do. Anyone that keeps following U in the dreamshift, if U can better explain it, I would just love 2 hear it. Does this mean I am correct? Of course it does not mean I am correct. I could B wrong. But read the blogs and listen 2 the story, and especially the 2008 through now part of it, then if U were me, just answer me honestly, come on, something has 2B here, precisely what it is, I only wish that I could make claim 2 knowing it. I know U can play with Gawnum and learn major stuff. I know that it is case sensitive so 2 speak, and likes and dislikes certain words and phrases and in between words, so I always word things that I know the answer 2 and filter out the words that do not bring the truth, then I have the proper way 2 construct a sentence, and then from there get the sentences Privecode-number, add this to mine which based on my Christian/Sir name is and always will B, 871, add these together for a PCNT, a sum-total of the 2, and when things R compatible by matching with at least one digit in each of these, my 871 and the PCN of the sentence, and when I all ready know an answer, this is how I filter out words that R responsive 4 correct Gawnum matches verses those that R not. 4 one example, a girl who just turned 14, but a real giant teen queen back in 1997, by the name of Keisha, gave me a shot in my right arm, a love tap, but my arm fractured from her powerful mighty punch. Now this was a fact. So in learning how 2 query a sentence, I tried several things until the simple words, “Keisha fractured my arm” gave me a PCN that when mine (871) is added to this 4 a PCNT, there is compatibility. Then with other things, I start learning that the Gawnum favors using some words and not others, UR not in a literary contest, UR looking 4 phrasings that convert into numbers that will work and tell U when U do NOT KNOW something.

Well there is so much 2 tell. Just really who is SSJKK? Do I know this more than U know this? How does one night near a military games area in the deep pine forests of New Jersey, USAESMWG where I was with my late pal Dave Roth, fit into this and so much more? Was he murdered once or several times? Y am I seemingly imperious 2 physical death as Mountainpen? Want 2 know, or maybe UR reading this 4 the gods only know what reason, and R thinking, who fucking cares Mountain-ass? Well then, YRU reading this? Is Dave and is my mom missing one hell of a Richie Ryan party? Well, RR, throw in balloons and MC2 inflate them, and still I do not think UR missing a thing. U never had 2 really C this world turn into total fucking shit. I agree with Law and Order, the show, I may hate this evil empire, but I will quickly admit, that nothing will ever really B the same since my 2 dollars went down Donna Scummer, Waverely Theater or no. Oh and then the biggest questions of all never will go away with the tide. They will B there endlessly with the next tide and then the next. Y did she want me 2 work at that gods-forsaken place? Y did she want me 2 find her project up in that gods-forsaken attic. Y did that asshole pull out right in fucking front of me that morning while driving home from the recording studio right around the time MC shot JL, and totally messed up my neat pile of album vinyl 33 speed turntable records from RPL’s overage file that big Mike told me that I could take as all would B out with the trash the very next day, it was up there taking up space for over a dozen years since 1968. Y Jimmie Y, YYY did U tell me these things? Copyright 1984 from my Richie Ryan days on HIGHLAND AVENUE, in the great all mighty Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, where the great Patterson family rented a home 2 myself and my mother. Y did Jim tell me that the devil was after me, and then boom, early in 1974 not 10 hours after he said this, HE WAS, the fucking son of a bitch. YYYYYYYY, yes there R many Y’s in my life. If there were as many women in my life, loving caring ones, not the scum that have hurt and ruined me for a billion eons, as there RY’s, I would have it totally made in the shade with limeade. Well, some people need booze 2 loosen lips that sink the ships and get SCYLLA, LA LA LA mad, or excited, she loves treasures and jewelry, and she still does to this day, and I will bet she has my chain locked up somewhere, but since I cannot prove it, I will retract that, but, and this is a big ass freaking BUT, I do not need the liquid Lenny refreshments 2 loosen my lips up, just plenty of good old fashioned SOSO, lovely wonderful nice, do not know what I’d do without it but would love 2 try and C, and this is my MAJOR FUCKING ENDLESS SIEGE!!!!!!! This keeps me nice and lips loosed, bwaby wuv That’s the Way it Goes arrangement, FWUDD! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

NO WONDER MORIANITY BEGAN IN 1995

“No Wonder Morianity Began In 1995”
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Roger that 1995, yes, I did what U told me 2 do. I shut up until two in the afternoon on Christmas Eve Day, and opened 4 sealed manila envelopes all wrapped up together in one package from 60 days ago. Each one had a date on it that I was supposed 2 open it up on, one by one, and I followed his instructions. He said if I want his help, he needed my cooperation, and that I must learn, as in the military, 2 follow exact orders, fine, so I did. Patterson, King, Spielberg, Geffen, all of U, move over, just move over, U well never make up MY LIFE, or anything even close 2 it. I have been in my room crying like a stupid child, 4 the past 15 minutes. I just opened the final large package of the 4 dated at 12/24/2008-2PM. This is the one that wrecked my Christmas, I feel like publishing every word from him on all 4 packages, but I gave my word 2 him at the Cigar store where we met that day last autumn, that he would help show me some of the things that R destroying my peace of mind and my life, but that in return, I must giver my word of honor not 2 say things that he says not 2. I have nothing in this life and I do not live 4 material things so really quite frankly my dear Clark Gable Rett Butler, I do not give a ninth dimensional damn, but one thing that the winds will not B ever able 2 blow away from me pal, and that is the one thing that I really do own and possess, and can only choose 2 lose it, as it cannot B stolen, removed, nor taken, and this is MY WORD. Thank U4 making my birthday and Christmas as usual, a total nightmare hell. I would have been better off never knowing the truth, Herby told me it is not the answer or the way 2 make Sarah Krassle care about me the way I want and need her to do in the waking human world, Herby, UR a god, U knew all along, it is as U said it originally art Everett Simpson’s Auto shop in Magnolia, New Jersey, USAESMWG, the blind leading the blind, U said it freaking all, pal!!!!!!!!

1995, the ALL MIGHTY {H-A-D-D-O-N-W-O-O-D}, things that stare a person right in the face, and how ewe all choose when we need 2 for the sake of our sanity and mental and emotional survival and stability, choose freely with open willful intent, 2 totally just IGNORE. Then I go on tirades where I scream out how fantastically enlightened I am, WHAT A CROCK. I play the same little games with myself that all the rest of U out there do, maybe not with others, but with the one that at least should most matter, ME, thus and hence, I AM my own WORST ENEMY, as I more than any of U, TOTALLY know better than 2 engage in that extremely unproductive and utterly destructive behavior.

So U all know the ladder story regarding the day that I was applying 4 the job of assistant cook in a in Haddonfield, New Jersey restaurant right on KINGS HIGHWAY, Paula, back around 1975 or so, just around the same basic time that I got the crackers crunched out of me by those 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots. In contrast I’ve come 2 learn that this ‘beat-up, Danny Ocean Faker-11‘, was really in contrast, a 3 hour gentle rub by 5 babes from Sweden in a private Jacuzzi, next 2 what was destined 2 occur with me about 2 dozen years in the future, almost 2 the moment. H-A-D-D-O-N-W-O-O-D---1-9-9-5, Mister Gerard Styles of Dark Shadow, Desert Shield, Desert Storm, deep-slit, Donna Summer and her lovely ear pounding DiSco, and on and on with coded history markers of my hell with Aunt Geraldine Snow and her lovely friend the Shaw of Iran, as well as Y this all came 2 pass, planned from literally THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO. !!!!!!!!!!!!! If U think this whittle bwog Elmer Fwudd is gonna even slit out a shiver of ice that sunk the big boat in April of twelve, stink again BR!!!!!!! “Sarah Krassle my beautiful love, I’ll sing just how much I love U. The stars, the trees, the sound of the winds will sing how U love me 2. And if U ever go away my love, I won’t know what 2 do. As all of the stars in the skies cannot shine without U. Life is a ride I cannot go on if you’re not by my side. The wheels fall off, the carriage drops, and ends my blissful stride. Oh lovely Sarah, don’t go away, no, no, do not go away and leave me alone on this cold and treacherous day“. I wrote this waltz along with my friend Johann Strauss a long time ago, long B4 as Mountainpen, I created this stupid nightmare 4 myself here. The copyright office has this waltz, it was recorded on a little karaoke machine, and I did not even sing in these words with my awful rotten putrid voice, after all, Y wreck and totally ruin a beautiful piece of freaking music, back when it really WAS music, eleven years after the 20th century came in? Long story shortened about 3 trillion mega-times over, screw the sunk boat, what does anyone expect after the world mocked the Atlantic ocean and dared 2 say that the great Sarah-?Stacey could not sink that tub of crap? Stacey won’t B mocked, and she did not like the way her parents treated me as Hitler either, when I was just a boy. Never mock SSJKK, she rules this empire with a powerful yet beautiful loving hand, but don’t screw with this all mighty teen queen, BRA!!!!!!!!! So things R not all connected up U think so, Mister Trump, how about U, Mister Macy. Things R not connected, no, no, they R all just a bunch of randomly occurring garbage elements, and that is that, Yeah, BULL KICK. Let me get right 2 the story after first telling U that THEY hit me with a mid-late morning chopper, the same one that THEY flew over the MARHOUSE last night, and there were some planes over the overcast skies, as there were in the autumn of 1994 on the way over to Haddonwood following the awakening from the Sarah-Krassle-Interaction where we were together on the beach playing and having the time of out lives, until along came her parents and screwed it all up 4 us, HAVE A NICE LIFE, big girl, mine will B eternity in hell, without my Jehovah. Roger that one, my twenty is Dogtown, what’s yours, BR!!!!!!!!!! Well aside from any smoking bandits, fields named Sally or Egg-Harbor, let me now try and tell a small bit of what sent me bursting into tears after opening the final 4th package from Rog. It seems, the military has always been interested in my ability 2 move through the air and water, better than I do on land. All these diseased persons ever care about is waging war and developing powerful weaponry 2 frighten or discourage or defeat our enemies, most of these, we made, by invading tem and their culture, or trying 2 boss the world around and make everyone do it Frankie Blue eyed way, and the world is getting very sick 2 death of America and its rotten attitude of demigoddism. This package contained 4 white manila envelopes, with #1-4 on each of them, as well as a date, the last one was today, and only this one said, 2PM, the others were not time marked. This was the heavy package that made the entire large yellow manila envelope that all of these 4 were originally enclosed in, quite heavy. It never was placed inside the mail drop, it was laid next 2 it with a blue ribbon tied in a bow around it right 2 the 65-A mailbox. I was told when 2B on the lookout 4 it, and all though I did not witness the actual delivery, there was a bluefish green mid sized automobile speeding off when I was going out 2 get it, and it appeared that it had slowed down and then sped off, I think this car is Roger’s. He said he is some related uncle 2 the man I met at Haddonwood. This man joined up seemingly out of nowhere, after I had begun 2 lap-lane swim at night, with my friend Joan, aq very nice lady about 20 years my senior, very attractive and fun 2 talk 2, and we became swim lane partners at night at the club pool. One day I was in the pool and the same new man was just looking at me and treading water by the deep end ladder facing the highway. We got 2 talking and in a while, he told me his name, if memory serves and I am almost sure, it was Roland Carey. I asked if he was any relation 2 the great recording artist, as he was of dark complexion, and he said he is her third cousin. None of this is new or news, but here is where old meets new and becomes ‘the read all about it extra’. He was very fascinated with my ability 2 just put my arms out and swim along, no motors, no swimming, just zoom and move, and he asked me 2 demonstrate and so I showed him and he wanted me 2 go underwater and do it and I did, and then he asked me 2 cross this half Olympic size pool and come back, and as fast ass I could, but I was suspicious at this point of whay might B going on, and I just went a tad faster, no real burst of speed, sort of like a good professional free style swimmer would B traveling through the water. Even at this show, he was at a loss 4 words and asked me many questions, yet kept it very friendly, telling me he was going 2B at cuz Mariah’s later 4 a Christmas get together, and will bring me some autographed new released CD and stuff like this. I am not into autographs but I thanked him. Without going on, this man vanished one day forever, right after Ron Wirtz at the Camden County prosecutors office told me over my telephone at Highview Cheers Kristy Alee Apartments, that he was sending a man over 2 watch me, he had his reasons 4 this and not 2 ask him anything, just that he was onto something and 4 me never 2 bother this man that would B posing as a professor by the name of Jeff. I never saw Carey again at the pool after this, ever. Now 4YI cried like a school boy today and Y Christmas got wrecked, as usual. The big heavy 4th package, well I have it, and the bookmark on page 12, and the underlined parts that talk about the science of this lovely space-shuttle Challenger (Sarah-Callio) SCSCSC, project, trying 2 escape the 3 major initials, forget it, won’t happen, ever not ever, SC, DS, MC. Learn 2 live with it Mountainpen, it sure as the Sar ainta’ goin’ nowhere, BR!!!!!!! The thin science book inside Roger’s package is called “SCIENCE AND INVENTION ENCYCLOPEDIA, VOLUME-27” The bookmark was on page 12, and the underlining is all about turbo engines, and yes, I guess his cousin Roy must have named his first daughter after this engine or named the engine after his daughter. Yes I am quite aware that aerodynamics is the study and science of and behind AIRFLOW, or WIND, yes those 6-9 rooms of June 21st, one of which I was in and still am, just typing now, not crying any longer, that could after all possibly cause damage 2 the keyboard. Y would anyone name an engine that blows wind, after Nellie from Little House on the Prairie, Eugene series of Jenna summers Horowitz, Y?????? Y did I have the experience of seeing the Challenger shuttle blow up, long B4 it did, a year or so in fact, Y? Y did I get in so much trouble 4 playing a tape of one of the missions, it was taped legally, right off of the air, all the space shuttle missions the first decade of the project were all televised? So what is all of this about Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle???????? Well, the SEVENTIES, HADDONWOOD, MC wanted me 2 talk about all of this and remember something, I guess when I did not get the message in time, or got it the way I got the other one she sent me, TOO-LATE, then old cuz Rog had 2 come into town and help me out.

Does this mean U never cared about me at all, just your dad’s interest in my ability 2 propel myself. U have broken my heart forever Scylla, if that was what U meant 2 do, mission accomplished. I will love U forever, and will cry for weeks now, after opening this last thing from your cousin. Games, games, what is it with U Scylla and your endless 16 year old games??????? B-EXE-con, etcetera, how about, C-U-B-R-O-K-E-M-Y-H-E-A-R-T-S-C-Y-L-L-A-EXE? How about that one teen queen? No matter what, and how much this hurts, still and forever I am your loyal slave, your YANCIE, and IWALU, I must sign off and cry myself into my keg of beer, even though I do not drink. Merry Christmas 2U anyway teen queen. If U want 2 do these things Scylla, Y did U leave your lovely home and city and come here on 032770???????????????? Shame on this government 4 using people and their deepest hurts and feelings, just 2 get information and military might. Just so U can wage war all around the globe, and get more hated every day by other nations. Then we really wonder, Y/9-11, no that one, BLOWS MY TINY LIMITED WHITTLE MID. I am tearing and sobbing. I must stop or I will cry into my keyboard.
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Monday, August 31, 2009

HELP ME STATE POLICE AND GOVERNOR CORZINE

Y DO U PERMIT THIS 2 GO ON? Y WON'T U DO YOUR JOB AND PROTECT AN INNOCENT FUCKING CITIZEN? Y WON'T THE UM SITE WORK? WHO IS HACKING ME OFF THE UNDISCOVERED-MYSTERIES DOT COME SITE, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIFUCKINGATION?

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Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE

HUGE TIME DEATH SIEGE FBI AND STATE COPS

“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #24”
1:22 Post Meridian on August 24th of 2009, Monday
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This is not where the blog began, this is now 25 past ten at night on Monday night, an entire week in the future from where I wanted originally 2 post up around 3 or just after in the afternoon, an entire Monday ago. This is the final and 31st motherfucking day of the worst month of my entire cock sucking life, AUGUST of OH-NINE, BR!!!!!!!!!!! The Mayan Queen, JULIA WHITE, broke my computer. I had 2 take it into a repair shop not all that far from where the mighty child molester Thomas J. Reale fucked with me at 15 and a half on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. U will hear an incredible story, if U honestly R not in the mood 4 it, go off 2 another blog, because this gets beyond the furtherest stars of the heavens by quantitative factors and then some more. As any Morianity followers and Blogaudians R aware of, last week contained 2 nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRES, and the DOW JONES does nothing but forever shoot up and up and up just like I told all of U, not just my GIANT GINA.

Last week was trucking super loaded with MILITUFOCE DEATH SIEGE, it has been very bad 4 quite a while now, but last week after they struck the computer, it was no holds barred nor punches pulled, all was legal and ethical down 2 the filthiest dirtiest rottenest tactics that this sick diseased twisted shit bunch from hell could do at their total ass worst. Balloon siege is back major. Choppers and military planes and small loud planes were all over me all week long like flies on a garbage truck. Like HADDONWOOD GI-FLIES sent down from their long WHITE-winged planes with the black tips, Julia, and into the private club outdoor swimming pool of 1996. I never should have ever tried 2 mess with THAT-FAMILY. They R beyond fucking all mighty powerful. They broke my entire system, and took away my only means of a financial cushion in case of such screw ups, by pulling my CAPITAL-ONE BANK VISA account. On the same day, they broke the computer, they wiped out my account and 4 no good reason, after my paying this rotten bank a sum of 4,800 dollars 2 bring down my balance 2 around just under 300 bucks, they inform me that they reduced my credit line down 2 seven bills. In combination with the insult of putting a blotch on my credit record which all credit line decreases do by the way 4 those unaware of this banking and financial reality, I thought the number was a definite Mashell Daniels RPL dig, shot, and cute ass number. I would have closed out the account anyway, but this really iced the double bubble effect 4 me but good, and I know what I am imagining and what I am not. I also know that once Colaman’s system took a sharp turn 2 the south, all the rest would fall like dominoes. But U have heard nothing at all.

Right after I looked up some possible distant cousins on the island, the real royal pain in the torment and torture box began. There was a terrible automobile accident that Chicky was in with his truck that I was strong armed into adding onto my car insurance policy. I knew at the time that if I ever tried 2 escape the islanders, the song lyrics would prove themselves out 2B true and nightmarish beyond what I can really honestly expect any of U out there reading this on the internet 2 take seriously and believe, yet still, I am gonna print every fucking word of this nightmare hell story, BRA!!!!!! I was planning my escape Sunday morning at one AM. When I got home from work Saturday morning, Dawn greeted me at the door and told me that a horrible accident had happened during the night just east of Egg Harbor Township with the truck. Chicky was drunk as hell and with his Guatemalan MAYAN friends. Now U must understand that unlike any of U, the scriptures jump right off the pages of the bible 4 me, I do not have one bit of fucking FAITH, I KNOW, I HAVE SEEN, I’VE WITNESSED the supernatural. I know how totally real and frighteningly dangerous all of it is. When it talks in scripture about things being planned B4 the Earth’s foundations were laid, most of U out here at best try and use your faith 2 believe in this wordage. I have no faith at all. I all ready know that all of this is totally real and true. The only trouble is that I know an upline teenaged girl is having a blast playing a game by dreaming into her own downline, as we all do by the way, but who cares, as I can only B concerned 4 right now this minute, with my small speck in the greater spectrum of the grand scheme of it all, BRA!!!!!! Just like Ed Green on the L&O television show, and BRA and BRO, I mean did I really, years B4I ever met Christopher Bennett and was taught what being a blogger was by him; all ready know the future and put my telephone listing under the name of Bobby Green? I did not even start watching this show until after I did this, let alone walk consciously and wakefully through the 03 and 04 and so forth years of this century. It was late in oh-two when I got sick 2 death of Callio and McGuire harassing me continually on the telephone, calling and hanging up every single fucking day, year in and year out. My songs like MY PANDORA copyright examiner, do U honestly believe that Roddenberry knows that a real physical time traveler exists in the garden state, just because maybe, just fucking maybe, he had, or his pals Pillar and Berman had, heard my original lyrical content sent 2 the Copyright Office in 1980- called LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS? There R no time travelers and there is no time travel because in truth there is NO TIME. It all is a trick that conscious or so-called-AWAKE mind is creating 4 us who exist physically on this plane of materialization. But believe whatever turns U on and don’t listen 2 the one person on this sick Earth who really knows the truth, and C if I give a rats grass mole, BRA!!!! Forget about EMPIRE STATE, and learn what the letters ES really R all about, once and 4 all lads and lassies. It stands 4 2 powerful words that tells the truth about all of this bullshit. EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is all of it in a compressed nutshell. The dirt bag military persecuted the fuck out of me from the time I got 2 work Friday night the ending of August the 28th and early into the 29th on Saturday morning. This is because their dirt ball sp[ace shuttle craft had just taken off down in scum bag tax wasted dollars NASA, and they always persecute me when they go up and when they come down or during major times in the mission where extreme danger is presented 2 the astronauts. Again, it is always about that ,mighty tool, ICPE, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Shortly after all was up, and roger that, and 10-4, and all that nonsense; they influenced Chicky 2 get together with his Guatemalan friends and relatives and crash his truck, insured in my name, totaling it, and causing 15,000 dollars worth of other property damage by destroying an expensive neon restaurant sign, the Country Kitchen, of Galloway Township, New Jersey, Gene Traveler, USAESMWG. Should any of U doubt this, drive by and C their temporary wooden one displayed out front, and then drive around 2 the back and C the large pole that was deeply concrete embedded into the ground, all crushed and wrecked out in the shallow wooded area past the rear parking area. STATE FARM Insurance who I was with had no mercy with me and canceled my policy today. The impound lot told Dawn, Chicky’s wife, that if 300 dollars is not paid tomorrow, I will B taken into court and MY drivers license will B taken from me. This was HOW I COULD NOT ESCAPE LONG ISLAND. THIS IS THE ROYAL FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS THAT ONLY THAT-FAMILY CAN CAUSE. ONLY THEY CAN TOTALLY DESCIMATE AND RUIN A MANS’ ENTIRE LIFE. Remember or reread the blogs from earlier in 2009, on www.blogger.com/, just type in the title, NO ESCAPE FROM LONG ISLAND. I have seen and witnessed and been VICTIMIZED by their supernatural powers now 4 nearly a half of a fucking century now, I know how real it is and this is where they got the idea 4 their movie in the late nineties, THE TRUMAN STORY, he could not get out either, it was all staged. ALL WAS A GAME. The beast was in the east again, HUH DAVID LATE OR 2 LATE SCYLLA ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at work, lightning started flashing around 4 a short while 2 let me know the military and the 177th DEVILS of SATAN were out 2 get me good, and they did. Today, DEEDEE flocks were all over the Egg Harbor and Galloway Township areas, huge flocks of giant birds, they know walking dead men when they C them in their cars, read what SHE has 2 say in HER mighty words of the HOL:Y BIBLE, C what LORD/ESS or SAR/AH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE says about my birds. On top of all of this, my hay fever is off the fucking scale horrific, as it is a seasonal hell that I live with each year around this time.

U know it strikes me so funny how the human mind is not capable of rationally looking at things presented 2 them, especially when it is 2 weird and far out there 4 them, and they really R hoping that the person saying the stuff is just a shack job nutcase lunatic. Someone mentioned that my seeing the prosecutor in no way had any connections with the LAW AND ORDER show on television getting created. They had ingeniously copied my directions and now they R an immediate expert on working out Gawnum equations. After-all, there is no match out with my PCN-871 and L&O’s PCN-275. Wow, really? Gosh. Let me show U something Einstein. What would law and order have 2 do with me? Did U ever think that adding the appropriate word SHOW after LAW AND ORDER, might B a tad bit mote logical there, Mister Spock? A second Einstein mentioned that PAULA KING is very much a heavy match with me, so Y is she not your friend, Y is she the MAYAN QUEEN of disaster that U blog about and refer 2 as Julia White? Well, I do not REFER 2 HER as anything. She came into my mind, AS Julia White, and influenced ME 2 write the 1994 book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. After writing it and 4 numerous years right into early 2009, this very year a solid decade and a half after finishing the book, I just recently remembered my trip up 2 the freaking island and her raping me in the mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York. She hypnotized me. She even sent my cousin Arthur Huntington recently into a major interaction where he tried 2 tell me that she had nothing 2 do with any of this. I knew he was lying and proved it, right in the interaction, and wow was this a fucking doodad of an experience 4 some future blogging text, BRO!!!!!!!! Now let me discuss a doozie interaction that happened shortly after my computer was destroyed 2 Monday’s ago and my Capital One Visa account was pulled. I fell into a nasty ass rotten sleep. Suddenly my mother and I were in a maze of corridors at some hospital. We were both there 2 visit MC who was a patient there, under an assumed name and with the utmost QT. She had been the victim of a crime that would not B a smart thing 4 me 2 discuss details on in a public blog. We seemed 2 know her very well, and mother had not yet fallen victim 2 her weird and undiagnosed medical condition that led 2 her eventual demise in early March of 2000 here in the waking world, or your concept of this. As we entered an area where some elevators were located, yet still were back in a hallway and walking towards them, we were speaking and conversing in a quiet hospital tone, and I said her first name and mother stopped suddenly and gave me a stare-down that I haven’t seen since high school. Then she said, “Mark, U can’t say that in here, we’ll B thrown out of the hospital”. I stared right back at her and said the following thing 2 her,” Mom what is wrong with U, there R many $%&*#$’s in the world, as well as Jeff’s and Toms and Jane’s and Joan’s”. Suddenly the interaction by my reference point here in waking reality, ‘dreamshifted’ 2 an entirely different location, still with my mother, and she was being handed a letter, always a freaking letter, 12 years of this now, and the man delivering 2 her personally insisted that she give him her full name first. She suddenly could not seem 2 remember it and kept stammering and stuttering, and I finally raised my voice and told him her name, but he kept insisting that B4 he gives this letter 2 her, SHE must tell him her name. She could not. This reminded me a lot of Barnabas Collins, Angelique, and Ben Stokes, on Dark Shadows, but I figured out the real meaning of much deeper shit here than just the old soap horror show of years gone freaking by, BRA!!!!!!! Again, future blogs and future times R made and designed 4 more elucidation on interactions like these, and right now I need 2 finish this up and post and crash, as I must get up early and take Dawn 2 her probie dude, John Judy. B4I end this, back 2 answering Einstein number 2 and her wonderment and bewilderment of my match up Gawnumly with Paula King. A long time back by mortal references, a year or less in fact, I blogged that the GAWNUM shows a compatibility in events that thereby can solve mysterious queries, if and when properly tested so that other all ready known things R matched and then U can plug in alternate words and dates and times and locations and names and so on and so freaking forth, Still, I know I added in here, that the GAWNUM shows a connection between things or a lacking in connection, but not necessarily whether this connection is a good positive one or a bad negative one. GAWNUM studies can show good and bad ONLY when specified and queried as indeed doing so. Again, everything has a convertible private cosmically-coded number, or PCN.

Does anyone remember the day my driving skills were challenged and questioned after my returning from the Galloway Library behind their police building and the girl I call TWINBAY that called me a GLASS HALF EMPTY GUY? Look at the connective symbolism just with the location here. Remember how she was trying 2 get a drivers license, and I was saying I had one since I was 18, being still 53 at the time totaling 35 years, and who is she 2 lecture me? Well, here I am again, in the same area, a stones throw away, and here is another ACCIDENT SITUATION, and now they R gonna try and pull my license. Do U still not believe the reality that all is energy and connected up together in the energy realm as tiny sub atomic numeration systems, proving Gawky Gaukauk is no liar, nor is his system called the GAWNUM, Astrally??????????? Well, U will believe whatever U choose, and that much, I KNOW is truer than relativity. That, even today, is still THEORY, as no one has proved it by taking a trip 2 the future in an ultra high velocity space vessel. It has proven out 2 work in a microcosm but some things indeed that do this, still do not when put 2 real tests, and all scientists worth their salt know this fact.

I AM NOT AFRAID OF U JULIA WHITE. GO AHEAD AND FUCKING MURDER ME, DO IT IN MY SLEEP LIKE U DID 2 MY MOTHER, OR ANY WAY U WISH. DEATH DOES NOT FRIGHTEN ME. GO PLAY WITH MOTH BALLS. Somebody is asking 2 get theirs ladies and gentleman, as I am a mere human with limits and tolerances, and have taken way more than my fucking share of pain and punishment at the hand of these fucking MAYANS, who planned all this millions of fucking years ago. They planned this, this town, this life, and THAT FAMILY, and told me indirectly in ways that only get me laughed at, that indeed, “THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4U, BOY” Somebody out here better love real estate and want 2 get some land, because BRO, UR about 2 get some land handed 2U quickly, and not a lot of land, but 2 big achers, CRUNCH, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY.

I am getting real sick and tired of Sarah Krassle's fucking games. But IWAL her no matter what she pulls. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Incredibly wild fucking shit went down today and has been going down for months now. If I so much as thought seriously about telling it all publicly, I would be so fucked up by HALLS WALLS, you would be picking pieces of me fucking up off of US Highway-1 for the next three hundred cunt sucking months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Kansas they say is the name of the star. Yeah, I surrender I-95, ZDT, and Dottie girl! WO BILLY, from Pine Hill 2-OZ!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had a perfect blog and they had to go and ruin it. What would these mother fucking pig dogs do if they ever woke up and didn't have me to persecute any longer, Almighty Jehovah Goddess????????????????

Boy oh boy oh boy, should I go dance in the ocean and pretend it is 1987, or just look at that wild nineteen year cycle and go shit in my hat to quote my great diner owning astral father, Hammonton-Kenny??????????????????????????

I never understood that shit about, “:That's apples and oranges”, I mean really, they're both fucking fruit. Why not say, “That's seaweed and jet planes”? Doesn't that tend to tell the tale a bit better, kind peeps? Jesus! You kill me PP if you're out there. There is only one of all of us and that's another stupid saying, as few of us are anything near a true suigenerous entity. My daughters are, and you are, maybe I am, but there are a lot of totally fucked up psychotic failed musicians out there, and I confess to just being one of them, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Holy Moley, it is time to eat dinner and relax. Most of the day is shot to shit and I have been up since dam fucking day break, ladies and gentlemen. W—O—W lovely Joanna-1979!!!!!!!! Marcy and Joanna were the two biggest potential stock market crashers, Mister Cupi, and very few have a clue what's being said here, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Mister Macy.

It is 86 and feels 92 with a nasty 61% humidity, at a quarter past mother freaking three, this afternoon, great folks. Oh the gods, just shoot me, whether it be hot in Cleveland or Fort Pierce, or cold in Wisconsin or Inkabinka, Calli; Mizz Fargo. Jumping judges!

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HALLS WALLS

CHAPTER 49

Bob McDowell would say it so wonderfully and accurately, “Vely vely intelesting”. I cannot tell you in detail, but you know what; I know that a few out here, just 'know'. That does my poor old heart a little bit of gooooud, Helen Zebriski from 1999. Wow Mister Macy, and a HOLY CALLIO LIGHTHOUSES LOCKUP 2U all's out here on the great highway of information.

What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANY QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT.

Oh the gods, may all these cosmic-hacks be properly dealt with inside the guts and bowels of the GAP KFP. Am I right or wrong, SIR BRUCE? BUTTTTT, some people think this is all happening on a higher or 'spiritual' level. Jim Burr said it all in the late seventies, one day to me over the telephone. He was wrong, but he said it, and it was kind of cool back then. He said to me, “Mark, I don't believe that magnetic forces are behind the supernatural, but rather that the supernatural is behind magnetic forces”. Everyone, to quote lovely 1980 Mashell Daniels, at the RPL Sound Studio; is entitled to their opinions!!!!!!!!

I told a lot of powerful secrets, and did not exclude the giant horseflies of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club, Tim Barber's multi oscillation integrenetronic machine in his basement right there behind the world famous Glassboro State College, Mister Technocover Inductotherm Donater! What I learned back in the year 1983 however, is that you cannot tell some secrets. You can try, but you will always run into a completely impenetrable force. Morianity and Mountainpen label this force, HALLS WALLS!!!! I also know that tiny little fucking insect pests are more than they appear to be. Just printing that, caused the ESS to get into my rotten nabes from hell and make them really slam a door. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS

CHAPTER 49

I want to sincerely apologize for all of my terrible behavior on Easter Sunday. I am very reverently sorry for that obscene horrific outburst. Life gets to me once in a while folks, not that this is anything but a cop out, but boy does it attack me and it never gives me a moments peace, just as Agents Falcon and Condor said, on that fantastic television documentary from 1988, aired on WPIX-TV, in New York, NY. There is never an excuse for extremely raunchy rude revolting lascivious language and down right wicked evil behavior. Lightning always tells me on the Astral Plane, “Ricky, if you act like this, then you're no better than they are and then how can you talk about them without talking about yourself as well”. She is 100% totally on the money correct. I just wish the girl would come around sometime and be with me. I'm ready to jump into a bathtub and throw in a plugged in lamp with me, just so she can electrocute me. Until you see Diana, you cannot know how beautiful this tall teen blond is, ladies and gentlemen. Imagine the most beautiful blond you ever saw and then try multiplying that a hundred dam times, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 11, 2015,

SUNDAY MIGHT AT 9:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE----------(H-87/L-66).

HUMIDITY IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 10, GUSTING TO 24.

Don't get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE. Don't get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE. Don't get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE. Don't get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE. Don't get the misinterpreted notion here that I was some born rebellious trouble maker, who is now giving up, and shouting out UNCLE.

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Well, I don't want to end up locked up in lighthouses, in vivid nightmare dreaming interactions, so I better cool it, you know, here we go again!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.

Again, if you don't get a copy of the JFK movie from 1992, then it is really honestly YOUR HUGE LOSS. Even if you saw it already, you need to see it in the new light of viewing it after reading Morianity and Mountainpen!!!!!!

THE JUPITER CAM, COURTESY OF TWB.

WELL, I'LL BE A HORSES ASS!

Good Lord and a quarter; I'll do anything to get out of this one, Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRO! I wouldn't give one penny to that rotten clinic!

Mayo Clinic's Campus in Florida

AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I will always love you, GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, HERE IN THIS NIGHTMARE HELL, AND ETERNALLY IN YOUR GREAT CITY OF GRAND DAD DAVID. CHAMPION SLINGSHOT PLAYGROUND TALKER ME, HUH LOVELY PARTY5 SARAH?

The summer heat is just in front of me, but what else is new? I have braved the summer of 2010 through 2014 here in lovely paradise sunny Fort Pierce, Florida. This crap about Florida being the lightning capitol; well, 'whatever' Bob Congressman old 1975 singer pal, turned public servant. All I can say is that I had every bit as much lightning in Hammonton, New Jersey and vicinity, as I have been getting during this half decade here in Florida, so WEEEEEEEEEEE! And a WO to you, Billy Harner.

Http://www.billyharner.com/

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

APRIL ELEVEN, 2015,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:27,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 86 DEGREES.

HUMIDITY IS 59%, IT FEELS LIKE 91.

RANGE TODAY SO FAR------(H-86/L-66)

A STEADY SE WIND IS BLOWING AT 11.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 48

JUPITER INLET CAM, COURTESY OF TWB, JUPITER, FLORIDA, USA.

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What a motley crew that combination must be, world!

You know great folks, in 2006; the great BLOGGER WEBSITE never asked me this question:?????????

What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her, and then cause her to ask comparative questions of possible offspring, all throughout the darn nineteen nineties????????????? Sup Tom Spears at the GAP INCHCAPE SHIPPING COMPANY? Blimey blow me bloody down, me' maitees!!!!!!!!

I am very sorry to sound so darn negative all the time; beautiful Twinbay, of E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You see people, the empire is scared fucking shitless because time manipulation is now totally verifiable by my Morianity story and backed up in Washington at the GAP © Office! What exactly is meant by all of this, from here to China's chains and messages? Well, it is a lot bigger than what any of you out here THINK that you may have put together, and the majority of you just think, because they don't know and have not seen the proofs over three plus decades; that I am a raving nut-job lunatic, at C-SQUARED and then some!!!!!!! BUTTTTT, some people think this is all happening on a ''higher or spiritual level'' such as the JAMES BURR TYPES! And they would be 100% correct. Still, misinterpreting reality a little bit, just as when they went back into time and created a lot of great faith and belief systems via beyond normal natural miraculous events; and I speak here of what else my friends, other than the one and only, great and powerful, Exploratronic Supermind society. Like W—O—W Mister Macy. Unsinkable ships and empires huh? Gimme' a break, Kitkat Margie, from 1985, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Way back at the beginning of my nearly decade old blogs now, I was not one bit shy about talking on and on and not frikkin' DON, hacker asshole; stuff like the ESS, hyperspace, and the higher three dimensions above the normal D-3 all around us here in 'supposedly real' waking life. Why hide stuff that is all going to come out later on?

I told a lot of powerful secrets, and did not exclude the giant horseflies of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club, Tim Barber's multi oscillation integrenetronic machine in his basement right there behind the world famous Glassboro State College, Mister Technocover Inductotherm Donater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told many things, and the great mental health system already screws me by claiming that anyone who makes claims that are beyond his or her time, is a psychotic lunatic. What totally mother friggin' kills me all to hell is how so many of you out here, like dumb little sheep, buy into what this global society is doing to all of us, without question. Straight into the slaughter house, without so much as a bleat, for hearing some refreshing darn truth. To that I must scream out a big MACY-WOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.