Not
all things can be explained. Just ask the great once upon a time
skeptic, Mister Edward Himacane Lynch.
Shades
of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle
thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American
Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers.
JUNE
30, 2015,
LATE
TUESDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 89 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 98.
JUPITER
INLET CAM
WELCOME
TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA
THERE
IS A LOT OF FUCKING HEAVY SIEGE TODAY FROM THE MILITUFORCE. THE
MARKETS MUST BE FLYING THIS WEEK. I TRY NOT TO 'FUCKIGN' FOLLOW THIS
DAM BULLSHIT ANYMORE. PLANES ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE. THE ASSHOLES ARE
BLARING MUSIC, WHEN I GOT BACK FROM THE NUT PLACE IN VERO BEACH. NO
PARKING WAS AVAILABLE, AND I HAVE TO REPARK LATER WHEN SOME OF THESE
MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES LEAVE HERE TONIGHT. THE ENTIRE DAY WAS MAJOR
FUCKING SHITTY. I WOULD NOT BEGIN TO BLOG IT ALL; AND ON TOP OF
THAT; I FEEL LIKE MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN SKUNK SHIT, SQUARED, CUBED,
AND CUBAN, YO YO YO!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
JANE
MOTHER FUCKING WHORE NOTFONDAUONELITTLEBIT, JUST NAILED ME WITH HER
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN BULL FUCKING CUNT HUFFING SHIT,
YO, ALLOW ME PLEASE TO DAM ASS COMPENSATE.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL
PAM BONDI
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
THE
ENDocrinologist, no, NO, NO;
that is
not
all of it folks, and Walter EMT!!!!!!!!!!!
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SHERIFF
SIR, SOMEONE IN TOWN TOLD ME AND SHOWED ME A SECRET SO BIG, THAT I
DID NOT DARE COME TO YOUR OFFICE THIS WEEK, SIR. IT PROVES THAT THE
GIANT TOP SOCIAL MEDIA PEOPLE HAVE THWARTED MY ATTEMPTS TO LET ME
TELL MY TRUE STORY TO THE WORLD. IT PROVES OBSTRUCTION, AND HUMAN
RIGHTS VIOLATIONS, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF I SHOW IT TO YOU, AND
YOU KNIFE ME; I AM A DEAD MAN. SO
I CANNOT RISK IT UNLESS I GET TO KNOW YOU FIRST, SIR.
I ASK YOU, ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER,
TO HAVE THE TINIEST MORSEL OF MERCY ON ME, AS WELL AS BELIEF, THAT
I WOULD NOT WRITE A TEN YEAR BLOG OF FOOLISHNESS,
AND WHERE THERE IS SMOKE, LITERALLY SIR; THERE IS FIRE; ALL KARGE,
AND BASSLER, AND ATLANTIC CITY ESTABLISHMENTS, NOT WITHSTANDING, OH
GREAT KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOW
With
no exceptions, I have come to learn, with a lot of help from my
hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, that it all has to do with the
great game of the great mother, many have called this MOTHER-NATURE
for a long time, but again, Rose Shakespeare, just what really is in
a name?????
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
Live weather camera images from:
Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
YOUR'RE
FREAKING READING:
HALLS
WALLS---CHAPTER
221/222-A&B
THE
MILITUFORCE IS GIVING ME A
Word-Disappearing
Hack, FCC!
{{{((*TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN*))}}}
CONTINUES
WHEN MY EYES ARE BETTER.
Hacked-hacked-hacked-hacked;
FCC!!!!!!!!!!
THE
MILI-2-FORCE HAS TOTALLY HACKED OUT MY LIGHTNING DETECTION 'TWP-APP';
OH GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO!!!!!
THE
DEATH MOTHER FUCKING ANGEL IS STARTING UP BAD ON ME TODAY, POPE
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hay
Sarah Callio and Paula King, and all of you rotten TAWFERS; YO. Here
are some instructions for you.
1)
Place heavy sandbag belt around you.
2)
Be sure the weight is at least 80 pounds.
3)
Find this location below.
4)
Go there, walk down the stairs, and keep right on going! Forget
sweeping the beach, Senator.
{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
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I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN
STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD,
THAT
KEEPS THEM TRAPPED;
THAN
JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN
STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD,
THAT
KEEPS THEM TRAPPED;
THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN
STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD,
THAT
KEEPS THEM TRAPPED;
THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN
STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD,
THAT
KEEPS THEM TRAPPED;
THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE PLANK ASTRAL GODS, IT IS ALWAYS,
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
I
am dying, blogually and physically. WEEEEEEE, ask me if I give a
mother fucking shit, CUZZ DONNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE PLANK ASTRAL GODS, IT IS ALWAYS,
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
I
am dying, blogually and physically. WEEEEEEE, ask me if I give a
mother fucking shit, CUZZ DONNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE PLANK ASTRAL GODS, IT IS ALWAYS,
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
I
am dying, blogually and physically. WEEEEEEE, ask me if I give a
mother fucking shit, CUZZ DONNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE PLANK ASTRAL GODS, IT IS ALWAYS,
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
I
am dying, blogually and physically. WEEEEEEE, ask me if I give a
mother fucking shit, CUZZ DONNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE PLANK ASTRAL GODS, IT IS ALWAYS,
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
I
am dying, blogually and physically. WEEEEEEE, ask me if I give a
mother fucking shit, CUZZ DONNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
JANEYWHORE
AGAIN.
OH
GEEEEEEEE GEEEEEEEE GEEEEE, WHAT
NEXT COLD CRUEL MOTHER MILF HUFFING PUFFING DIVING
WORLD????????????????????
When I went out to
my eye doctor appointment, I was instantly fucking set upon and
assaulted by the MILITUFORCE. Major chemtrail attacks were all over
me, and then slowly backed off. This fucking shit is starting to go
back on a roll, after a lull in this action recently, artist
Former-Prince!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of that, the reason I could
not get any views back in the days when I posted songs up to YOUTUBE,
is as obvious as a Chevy Chase Law and Order Airian brother. A couple
nights back, I saw something on television, and it seems YOUTUBE is
owned by the EW, 100% and they have reporters and Youtube-Cams and it
is just like the major three American garbage networks, them and
Google, and all these fucking crooks that will endlessly stifle my
life story, my artwork, and all things about me that would alter the
course of humanity forever on this planet, if allowed to ever come
out.
Youtube is just the
internet network or we might see it as the fourth American network.
When I called Google on several occasions about trying to bring
traffic to any of my stuff, blogs, Youtube posts, etcetera; they only
screwed with me, and would not allow me to join this system, which is
a blatant violation of my First Amendment Rights nder the U.S.
Constitution, to free fucking cunt speech.
No blog has as few
followers as mine, that show a moving global audience that is as
widely scattered and changing, as mine. This proves to me that my
audience is for the very most part, just the Exploratronic Supermind
Society, (Milituforce Enemies). I have made a careful study of this
and believe me, it proves the ESS is realm and undeniable.
My eye doctor cannot
send me to the surgeon for cat-removal until they grow bigger still,
leaving me with compromised fucking vision. My blogs will be short
and sweet. Not that any of that matters, until I can find a way to
steer traffic that is real, in my direction.
So why has my health
failed me recently. Well, a child can see it if they should be truly
looking for it. My dirt bag family is plotting major shit against me.
As for the crap with Cuzz-Donnie, let us be realistic. He is very
serious about his most recent endeavors. He will have powerful
enemies that will try the original shit that politicians all throw at
each other. When his rivals then need to pour on even larger shit,
they could theoretically come knocking on my door, as what would they
have to lose asking me for my story and unpleasant dealings with the
man. So it is a wise idea for him to get with his pals, and have me
slowly covertly murdered. And this is exactly what is happening to
me, President Obama, sir!!!
Folks,
my last blog title was CHAPTER 210, and yes, I fucked up and printed
it as #201. So sorry, Mister 1941 Japanese Ambassador!
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
Wo
Billy Harner, sorry shit fucked up, back in early 2K5, YO. Paul Ped
has a saying that is pretty cool, “Shit happens”. I tend to think
of it more as ''shitsapookna happens'', without any fucking high
schools, musicals, health club's, or sleep over Viqueen parties.
Shall I leave out all cowardly OZ animals and EMT drivers??????????
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.
Oh
great banker Heinz Gottwald Second Cuzz and late-great dude of
Babylon, NYUSAESMWG,
YES,
THIS GREAT COUSIN OF MINE MIGHT SAY, IT'S BETTER THAN MOHR TRAINS.
BUT I MIGHT SAY, WHY TRY TO HURT THE FEELINGS OF A POOR SEVENTEEN
YEAR OLD KID?????????
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 220
©
BOM 2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
Words
spoken in a parallel universe to the great Apostle Peter, by the Lord
(SAR) Jesus Christ, may very well be, ANYTHING
THAT IS NOT FOUND HERE, SUCH AS PASSCODES, WOULD BE UP THERE, OR THEY
MAY BE HERE,SO ALWAYS CHECK THEM BOTH!
Now
the very last thing that I want to do, is to get 'Listener Theresa'
of WFMU internet radio, all up set or excited; but here goes any how;
My
1985 doctor M. Miller Bittle, ''My Philadelphia Father'' book.
C
Miller Biddle MD.
Internist
Address:
701 E Main St, Moorestown, NJ 08057
GONE,
unable to locate.
Ihosvani
Miguel, M.D.
1400 S. Andrews Ave.
Fort Lauderdale, FL
33316
855-844-1545
Specialty: Endocrinology
You may view
the physician's profile by following the link below and entering the
physician's name into the search field.
Al:
Is there anything else I can assist you with?
They
do not take Welcare either, I was given two bum steers by the
Hospital Live Chat Agent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Memorial
Center For Integrative Endocrine Surgery
Contact
Us
Memorial
Healthcare System
3501 Johnson Street
Hollywood, Florida
33021
(954) 987-2000Contact
Us Online
Links
Run
For The Roses
JUNE
29, 2015,
MONDAY
NIGHT AT 10:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-94/L-72).
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING LIKE 78 DEGREES.
WIND
IS NW AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 40.
THESE
ARE FORT PIERCE AIRPORT READINGS, AND THE WIND SEEMS TO BE CALM
AROUND MY BUILDING; A NUMBER OF MILES FROM THE AIRPORT, IN THE
SOUTHEASTERLY DIRECTION. DUH-DUH-WHAAAA!!!!!!
EVER
SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON
OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
HALLS
WALLS,
CHAPTER
220
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
I
have lots of fucking shit to cry about,but then, so do a lot of other
people, so boo-hoo-hoo for fucking poor old me.
Still,
my life is different from anyone else. Maybe some lives are even
worse than mine, as anything is possible. But I know that no life is
weirder than mine. I doubt anyone reading these blogs would give me
too much argument with that, either. Still, let me tell you all why
it is so weird before future blogs even attempt to scratch the
surface about the Astral Plane Briggbase, as well as the ESS and many
things that have all been talked about by me for a decade, but not
ever totally tied together in one of those neat non scatter-brained
packages, so adored and worshiped by the Terry Eggheads of the world,
at the Jersey harbors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
there ever was a really super abridged and compressed anything on
these decade long blogs; it will be this following lead in
foundational information. The great Carlos Castaneda, one of the
great New Age authors of many fantastic books; discussed how people
know each other from other realms and agree to all meet here in this
one to accomplish tasks, and all the while, not ever remember the
realer shit behind the so-called screen. The Briggbase is what he was
referring to, without being aware of it, in my opinion. He may very
well be aware of it and was just smart enough, unlike me, to keep his
mouth shut.
Now
I am in no way implying that all of the people involved in my life in
one way or the other, are in their truer essence, Briggbase
residents. But a large majority of them are, and this has to be the
truth, as otherwise, those anti-pollution television commercials that
aired late in the sixties, with my voice on the one where the pigs
were on the beach, just never could have happened. But a lot more
than even this is involved in my life. Not only are a slew of name
recognized people, all a part of different places throughout my
recent as well as more distant past; but my knowledge and memory of
each one, was somehow effected, so as to cause me not to be aware of
anything until well after I no longer was involved with them. I am
not saying that anything has to be behind this shit, but merely am
stating that some force somewhere, caused me to interact with a dozen
people who all at future times, became world wide name recognized,
and also, a mind-block seemed to stop me from being aware of these
people, all of them, not just one or two or three. This may sound
more far out or just way more stupid to a lot of you reading this,
but I am going to tell you that I believe this entire thing is some
wild game, played by some sicko juvy, from a higher reality. I
remember saying and telling that very thing to a high school
classmate of mine who came to Haddonwood one day in 1995, as well as
my two friends there, Joe and Andy, and also to several others, both
there and at other places that were a part of my life in those times.
Each time I would dare to say this aloud, the
immediate counterattack that was launched against me,
was beyond off the scale; if I can quote the great late President
Ronald Reagan.
We
can always do
a James Rockford,
and get back to this powerful topic. Right now, I want to say THANK
YOU LOVELY WONDERFUL AWESOME DIANA ARTEEMIS, for coming over to visit
with me this afternoon.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH, OH PRECIOUS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now
the problem with what I am going to say in a moment, is that without
believing in this Castaneda
Syndrome of Dreaming,
to call the ESS, and give it more credibility, since this is a great
world recognized author; none of this story called Morianity would
have a snowballs chance in fucking hell of ever making a bit of
logical rational sense. But
applying my powerful story, along with, as well as into, Carlos
Castaneda, and his great 'dream-books';
and finally, you will see some powerful shit is going on; and you
won't be able to deny it! Not with real honest logic and reasoning.
You literally would be forced to reach the conclusion, that Morianity
is real.
Just this man's great books are one thing. But take his books, and my
claims about my life for nearly 61 years; and you will get a blast
that is far beyond 1,000 atomic bombs. I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as I
said, I could print up a few hundred words or more on any topic that
these blogs have taken you through for ten years now. Here is one
selected purely at random, but as you read it; try reading it while
remembering the Castaneda Syndrome. No one just falls into
interactions with a dozen people that all go onto be world renown
huge successful people, not unless they were say the Queen of England
or some big billionaire. It merely goes against all odds, all
possible statistical analysis, and on and on I could go. Let me
instead, stop and just paste in this little story.
Yes,
many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here
literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally,
and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the
soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, to get into to much when I am this
weak, beginning the 28th
mother fucking day of last August in 2013, as you all know, or should
know unless someone is totally new to the blogs and Morianity and
Mountainpen, as you all know my problem with MUSIC, only none of us
really can know WHY this music problem exists, but a child on moron
pills can see it plain and clear as days spent with Johnny Nash. In a
super compressed nutshell my good folks, here is what I can, and
thus, WILL say and tell right now before closing out this blog for
this night. SSJKK wants me to know who she is, back as Sarah Nurockey
in the sixties of Atlantic City, as well as early in the seventies in
Coolie Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, as another Sarah, Mizz beyond
super girl white hot Jacobson. Then there is now, which until the
middle and late nineties, I was as clueless to this newest and
latest incarnation on her part, as a new born baby would be to the
great formula of E=MC SQ. BUT
little by little; she did things, that made me know, that she indeed,
is my SARAH
KRASSLE;
and she can just go on denying it all she wants to; because we both
know it is true. When I went walking underneath Central Pier, I never
hit my head on a low beam. Paula King, street name when my kid's mom
was in that area and at that time and having marital woes and was
philandering around without ever leaving her house many times, as a
what else, T3E, still, one year after she had her way with me on the
first Saturday in July's 1969 year, she popped up again, most likely
exploratronically. She entered into my head and made me believe that
I had hit a low cement beam underneath the pier. Then she told me
that she did what she did a year ago from this early July morning ion
1970 and that I may want to know that I have a very lovely non Amanda
Harris Jones daughter, State Police of New Jersey and government
intimidations clubs of the north. When I was later on walking down
Tennessee Avenue still dazed from it all, no copyright Office, the
thrill of my life did not come along, only thoughts in my head that I
have to be imagining this, as it is so fucking totally crazy. The
only problem was that I was holding onto a newspaper that this lovely
woman had given to me. It was the Wildwood Press, dated one of the
first 6 days in July of 1970, please do not ask me which one, I
merely have a powerful memory that it was somewhere between the first
and the sixth day, and it could have been any one of these six. This
paper was inside of a thin box. It had buttons to touch and was
filled with bright blue and yellow prompts. I remember getting to
Pacific Avenue and catching the Jitney-Bus south to Cornwall Avenue,
and going home before going out and swimming again. I also remember
having a towel with me, and wrapping this thing up inside of this
large white towel, and before leaving the area of the Central Pier, I
also took a short dip in the sea. When I had come back from my second
swim, and walked back to child molester Thomas J. Reale's rental
property where he had me staying, and abused me sexually, twice in
there; first by hand, and second orally; I took a nap and got up and
it was around 7 in the evening. Ziggy had just told me to get lost as
many who know my ugly story of 1979, know all about this. He was my
boy-hero, and I cried every day and night and could not figure out
why he told me to ''Go home'' and would not speak to me any longer.
Later of course, I learned, not from my mom going back and talking
with him, as he never dared tell the total truth to the ugly
monstrous things going on in Atlantic City, but I learned he wanted
me home and out of there, not just to be with peeps my own age more,
or because he was concerned about Reale the molester, not that these
things were not more than sufficient. Ziggy and Trinidad Hotel
Manager Soifer, and Restaurant Owner Pincus, all three right within a
few years of all of this shit in 1970, died from a horrible form of
what is known as Galloping Cancer, a type of cancer that is on
steroids and runs much faster than ordinary cancers, taking a patient
to the grave in record times. Ziggy supposedly died in 1973, and
Pincus and Soifer, all went within a year one way or the other of
Ziggy. These three dudes all knew what had happened to me with Tom
Reale, and were now considered by Chicago Mob Boss Gallagher, to be
extremely dangerous loose ends. They never died of fucking galloping
cancer, all were murdered and died really horrific agonizing deaths.
My old blogs from 2006-2009 speak about all this hellish nightmarish
shit time and time again, it is all there to be archived by any one
of you at any time. The ESS is powerful and something connected to
all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously
somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014
and form the past few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Only this
tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I
remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the
side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper
placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain
keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually
were mentally transported into it where it was simulating reality as
if you were there. I can only wonder if the logo PEEF meant anything
to do with my genius computer younger daughter, lovely PEE. In 1970,
she was not close to being born, this would be almost 27 years out in
the future on March 29 of 1997.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
{{{{(((**HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 219**)))}}}}
I
fell under siege at quarter past ten this Monday morning, kind PSL,
FL, USA Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!
It
started with nabes out in the hall real loud, and then five minutes
after that and right after they finally shut up, sir; my CD player
froze up for no reason. Finally after five minutes and unplugging it
and plugging it back in, I was able to get the mother fucking CD out
and back in and things seem perfectly OK with it like it never even
mother fucking happened at all. This is no sixth sense psychic ghost
whispering rip off and I am not being haunted by the dead. This is
being done to me by mother fucking Wall Street, and my
Atlantic City enemies from HELL!
The
asshole with the screaming kids and the yelping dog, down the
hallway, is back at it again, as I pen this now, and slamming doors
with other friends all around in other cunt chewing apartments. This
is all to keep that monster fucking crooked Dow Jones market from
doing anything other than endlessly racing UP UP UP UP AND UP!!!!!!
This is called Applied Parallel Event or
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
who in the name of the fucking gods, ever powers me? Oh well, Sheriff
sir; try and protect me if you can. I'd weelwee weelwee apweeceeiate
it!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
HOW LONG ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKERS IN AUTHORITY GOING TO ALLOW THESE
FUCKIGN CAPPY PIGS UP ON WALL STREET, TO ENDLESSLY COVERTLY PERSECUTE
AND MURDER ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????
JUNE
29, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 10:39,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 94.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-87/L-72).
WIND
IS A STEADY WNW 11.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
MAGNESONIC, I DEMAND PROTECTION AND I DEMAND ENEMY CRUSH DESTRUCT!
ALL ORDERS, ALL COMMANDS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, MAXED OUT POWER CONTROLS
JUPITER
INLET CAM
WELCOME
TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA
THIS
TRANSMISSION ENDETH HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER
218
CLICK
BELOW TO ARCHIVE OLDER BLOGS, PLEASE FOLKS!
I
am no Smarty Jones, and in this lifetime, I am no Zeranniss Jones
either. Still and all, let me run as fast as I can and not look
behind me down the stairs. The mind and shrinkology fascinates me in
lieu of that October of 2008 experience where a repressed memory from
decades back came as a haunting unpleasant dream. As I said; Mashell
Daniels of 1980, and RPL Sound Studio Labs; the
human mind really totally freaking fascinates me.
To quote my old pal Bob McDowell, I find it to say the very least,
“Vely
vely intelesting”!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
YEAH; I AM SUPPOSED TO FORGIVE. MAYBE I CAN GO ONE WAY THIS WEEK AND
THEN ALTERNATE EACH WEEK. YOU KNOW, FORGIVE, THEN NOT FORGIVE. I
DOUBT IT HOWEVER. I KNOW SARAH CALLIO SAID TO HER GIRLFRIEND IN HER
CAR, SOME TIME TOWARDS THE END OF THE YEAR 1996, IN A PARALLEL
UNIVERSE; THAT SHE CAN'T GO FOR ANY OF THAT. SO IF SHE CAN'T, I
DOUBT HER GREAT ALMIGHTY CUZZ SARAH KRASSLE CAN EITHER; SO LET ME SOW
MY OATS FROM HERE TO THE WALL OF MISTER BOXER HALL, AND ALL OTHER
MOBBED UP MUSIC-BIZZ FOLKS OF THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHOKE
ME TO DEATH AND LAUGH AT ME, SARAH KRASSLE. I JUST WANNA' KNOW IF I
SHOULD HANG A LEFT OR A RIGHT OFF OF 95 ONTO GRANT AVENUE. WHEN I DO,
SHOULD I BRING THE ENTIRE MACY-BUNCH ALONG WITH ME, AND WILL YOU THEN
RELEASE MY THROAT FROM YOUR GREAT WHITE JULKERCHIEF BY THE GREAT OKAY
TO CHOKE ME FLORIDA LAKE?
HELL,
IN ANY CASE; My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
ONE
FOR EVERY DAM MONTH OF THE YEAR.
HALLS
WALLS-------CHAPTER
218
AND
CALLIO'S ASTRAL PLANE FLOWERS OF 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Yes,
gravity fields can stretch time, and they can stretch mind, and so
why not people? But that can all wait, as I said, not today, folks.
Still, why not quickly ask you about these continual garbage
TV-ad-spots on medical bullshit. The baby-boomers are aging and
dying, so since they own the world, still; we are forced to endure
their barrage of unrelenting fucking medical advertisements.
WELL
SARGENT CARTER, UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS, SIR; IF YOU'LL PERMIT ME
TO QUOTE GOMER PYLE, PRIVATE FIRST CLASS, “MY MY MY”.
Just
as with 'Poison Garbage Xerelto ''NOT TODAY'' cute little Merry!!!!!
Not today.
A
white flower for Donna's white-boy. Jesus Christ; I seemed to invent
the entire new age culture, by pure frikkin' accident. So who's got
who; Douglas Cress, Lillian Erbey, and Frank Callio-A&R? Maybe
Peter Vitteritti knows the dam answer! And no matter what gives with
all of that, there is one bigger truth that's continuously
surrounding all of that and a lot more. It ain't complicated rocket
science, speaking of which, remember, it took the original NASA years
to get it right, so let us give SPACEX a chance for crissake. But if
real truth is ever sought by anyone of you out here, here it is.
SATAN
IS DOING ALL OF THIS TO ME.
SATAN OWNS, AND RULES, AND RUNS, THE FUCKING EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
SATAN has no pitchfork, no horns; and I promise you he is not a hater
of the great SSJK, nor does he battle for your isness of Lawtronic
being, the way misinterpreted scriptures and religious teachings of
old, all insist upon. As with anything that is a big topic, there's a
lot more to it, and things are never the way the mass populations
believe. Betting against the masses, in
the world of high finance and business; is called the
''SMART-MONEY''.
HAY,
WHAT CAN I SAY JAY-JAY EVANS? UGLY DOG CONTESTS, HOW ABOUT UGLY BABY
CONTESTS? HOW ABOUT IF WE ALL JUST DRINK SOME DOCTORED COOL AID, OVER
IN AFRICA, AND THEN TAKE NICE LONG NAPS?
YES
DAWN-MARIE KING; IT IS WHAT IT IS, just as you always said, when I
was back up there in Jersey. Keep smiling giggle-girl!
TO
ALL SAVANTS, “THE END”
