The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 134-135------A/B------HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE (HIFISAF)

CHAPTER 134/135---A-B

This is the most horrible fucking Thanksgiving Death Siege of my entire life, it is every day with no let up at all, and no one to help me, so I must get ready to run away in the middle of the night with whatever fits into my car, just as I did before in December of 2009, and typed those horrible blogs before leaving. Dawn would have killed me if I had remained there in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG any longer, and the enemies here in Florida will do likewise, should I be mother fucking foolish enough to remain here.

All was quiet from midnight until half past nine or so. Then all hell broke mother fucking loose on a Saturday morning with these PHA scum bag mother fucking enemies, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loud hammering and drilling power tool sounds that could wake th emother fucking dead, started up and lasted a short while. But after it stopped, ten minutes later or less, a nasty fucking FIRE ALARM went off and is still going off while I await ENGINE-LADDER-15 or whoever may come out here soon, hopefully. This went off at ten minutes before ten. It now is 10:02.

I am rapidly dying, and I may not make the drive north back to home; but I'd rather mother fucking die trying, kind Sheriff, or unkind; whatever the reality may be with us, as how can I ever know the truth of anything for sure, when it is being fucking kept away from me by the Relentless Kibosh Club. Now some jerk off slammed a fucking door very loud out in my hallway at 10:05, Sheriff sir. I feel the PHA hates me for complaining about their unfair practices, and is persecuting me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course said that I FEEL, as again, how can I know or prove any of this? At 10:06, the alarm is deactivated, Sheriff, sir. A ladder Truck is outside, not Engine 15, and I cannot read the number on its side from my windows. The only thing keeping me alive in this state of extremely ill fucking health along with death pouncing fucking persecution, Sheriff Sir, and Mizz Attorney General, Pam Bondi of Florida ma'am; is sheer total fucking determination and will to fight these diseased mother fuckiGN total dirt bag jerk off Milituforce/Trumpite enemies, who have destroyed and tortured me and my pathetic fucking life, for more than three cunt lapping decades now, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

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KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer Sudano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are 1-2-3 lovers, there are 1-2-3 callers, there are 1-2-3 lighthouses with strobing flashes. But there is only one house in 1972 with the scariest fucking set of house stairs on Planet Earth. Not because of their architectural design or any other normally occurring item that would otherwise pertain to a stair case in a home. It was the sheer anger and the frightening chases up those stairs. And because I know too much, it looks like MC and all her dam friends have decided to totally stealthfully wipe me out and kill me. Boy oh boy oh boy, Mommy and Mashell. YYYYYYYYY me, Jimmy 84 © 'S???

WHERE ARE ME' BUCCANEERS, YOU'RE ASKING LADY????????????? SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT, THEY'RE UNDER ME' BUCKIN' HAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLD ONTO YOUR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' RAINDEER, SARAH CALLIO AND SARAH CLAUS. I AM HEADING UP TO TRENTON NEW JERSEY IN 1997, TO THE DIVISION OF MOTOR VEHICLES (DMV) TOCHECK ON GETTING ME A FEW VICTORIA CALLIO LICENSE PLATES FOR MY 113 HARVARD AVENUE NABES ACROSS FROM ME, THE SNOTSY STOZNEY GANG AND PRESIDENT OF TH EFRANK SINATRA SENIOR FAN CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KARGE-KARGE-ATLANTIC CITY KARGE. AND HORSE BUSINESSES THAT CATCH FIRE UNLESS THEY PAY UNDER THE TABLE FEES, TO CITY INSPECTORS, AS DO ALL ATLANTIC CITY BUSINESSES. PROBABLY CORRUPTION IS IN ALL INNER CITIES AND EVEN BIG CITIES ALL THROUGHOUT AMERICA, ANN KING, LOVER OF THE POWER STRUCTURES OF THIS ROTTEN AWFUL WAYV PLACE FROM FUCKING DICK LICKING TOTAL DAM HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to that music attorney by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg, early in the autumn of 1980, or somewhere around there. How can anyone ever really KNOW anything? Ziggy back in July of 1969 taught me this powerful shit on the beaches of, yes you guessed it, Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. He made me think quite fucking long and hard about how none of us can know, and be truly sure of many many things, that we may think we know, and feel we know; but we really and honestly do not know, not 100% know. Mind-Gravitation is the biggest proof of this. If you could KNOW with 000000 doubt in your MIND, that you could step off of a cliff and not have to fall once your mind totally sees that as truth, you will levitate and indeed, not fall. Mind is gravity. This is what broke out of the void infinity into Plank or the ASTRAL-PLANE, a realm that is so huge, that it makes our universe, and all of cosmos beyond plank out here in the hyperspace, be but a tiny little pea pod, that is cooking in the Pacific Ocean pot. The reason for this has to do with ratio, and not the ripped off Exim-Ratio from my 1994 book, “The Permission Barrier”.

A lovely and cheery sunrise and wonderful day is a very nice thing, and people take these nice things for mother fucking total granted. If Webster and his mighty dictionary needed to ever have just one more meaning and definition for the reverse, or an antonym for cheer and happy; that additional meaning would simply say, “THE LIFE OF ONE MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN”!!!!!!!!!!!!

People; I need a bridge, so I can cross over and out of mother fucking hell. Since my dam daughter thinks this is all funny, and a big GTNOTG game; maybe someone else will take it more seriously, and offer to help. I do not have to will any particular person my sea charts of the seven sunken Spanish treasure galleons, left to me by my father in 1976. I just figured that it is her heritage and I am dead so I won't need them. But Sheriff sir, I can re-will this to you, if you would be nice to me and help me fight whatever and whoever is killing me, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to begin telling really mind bending fucking shit to anyone in this world out here who wants to listen. I also am going to have my Staples-Guru over to help me promote this blog so I can get some real true non agent viewers. Oh yes mother fuckers who hate me so much out in this cosmos; I already knew this assault on me was far from over, as the numeric date is all bad for me, filled with too many repeating digital symbology of zeros and ones, you know; you're not fucking stupid, and neither is Darius Rapper dude Evans; 10-10-20-15, and what is left after that cancels off of the fucking equation, Sir Einstein; but the great HAWK, Jebez Shadows, the great 25, the TRAVEL AGENT, yeah, from 08-15-1986 straight into eternal fucking HELL! Oh well, IT IS WHAT IT IS, on or off of Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG-134!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also even without this digital date, as I see it; all twelve months with repeating day and month numbers such as 2-2, 5-5, 10-10, are all usually if not always, very very very mother fucking BATBAR, my lovely Ingrid, from 1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But if you want to get on the topic of dates; just why does the medical community insist on giving me appointments on days of consequence, such as birthdays of those who are part of all of this, and days that have significance from August 15 to May 1? Simple answer really, as long as we keep in mind the Ziggy 1969 Beach Factor, or how he said we never can know anything absolutely. Maybe not in those exact words, but he said it, folks. He would keep repeating with quite a good deal of speech emphasis, and I'll quote, “You don't KNOW nothin'!!! So keeping this in mind, I will tell you why this fucking shit is going on with appointments, both with my physical as well as psych places. Hey out of 365 days in a year, and only ten of these or less, being major dates that have significance in my life big huge ultra hyper fucking time; gimme' a break here, or cut me one, if Margie Leo was involved, from back at Caldor-113 Store, in November of 1985, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You missed me, dirt bag slutty Jane Waterwitch Bitch Notfondau onetinybit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA, MIZZ SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!!!!!! A few blogs back, you saw a bunch of 555555555 numbers, and no explanation. Obviously, I forgot, and just wanted to see my FIVE NUMBERS all printed out, so as to compensate for the bad mother fucking magnetics, caused me, by Jane Waterwitch Bitch. But yes, she got me, to quote fucking arm popper gorgeous fourteen year old Keisha from back in the autumn of 1999, gouuuuuuuuuuud.

But if this was all there was to my medical story, I could stop right now and rest totally easy. Changing labs, changing doctors, I never told you, but one time I have this wrong and that wrong. Then it is another something. Then the original shit that was supposed to be wrong with me, is just gone, poof, like Harry Potter fucking magic. No one likes dealing with people like me who are magical. I have to suffer through this fuckiGN nightmare, and no one wants to ever get involved with it, or help in any way. Why? Because people are mean nasty mother fucking jerk offs who need to all burn in the fires of hell. First I am going to die from some dangerous high sugar diabetic condition. Then I am bleeding inside and dying from that. Then my blood pressure is so high that they told me they don't know why I am walking upright. The last test I took, all of these things are totally normal, and now I need to be tested to see if I have HEP, and have my fatty liver enzymes checked out more thoroughly. Six months from now, when retested, that will all come back totally normal. The only three reasons that I feel so physically fucked up, is endless decades of harassment and torture and persecution, as well as being given nothing but lies and run arounds, by lawyers, and doctors, and others, and also; there is big truth to psychosomatic bullshit. When doctors tell you that you are very sick, you begin to believe it and feel it. When you ignore them, they go away, the conditions anyway. Soon, I will just run away and leave these fucking doctors in the dust. I have buried a lot of doctors in my life, and will go on burying a lot fuckiGN more of them, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!

The entire medical community is one big mother fucking sham. If you research everything they tell us not to eat or drink, we would starve to death in two weeks, or really, before that ever could happen, within 80 hours tops, most likely less time, we would die of thirst! I know people who smoked and drank heavily for 100 years, and are healthy and active to this day; with their Al Roker Smuckers jars in their hands, dancing away to the funky music, of the late seventies disco craze. They don't move quite as swiftly as they used to, but I knew a lot of health conscious folks who jogged every day and ate like perfect little angels, and they died at 35 and 45 and 55. When it is your time to do anything; getting punched in the nose for the first time, your first kiss, getting the dam measles, dying; all things are just hyperspace events, and are locked into reality. When it is your time, it is your time. If it isn't, you could not die if you wanted to more than anything in th e dam ass world. Also, you cannot add a second and prevent death past your time to click into it. Events are like the 38 little roulette slots, and you and I are sort of like the little marble ball going around and then dropping into one slot. If you enjoy your fast food and your candy, and a big fat heart killing juicy loaded up burger, then by the goddess, enjoy it. You cannot cheat death or invite death. It is a ball and a slot. When the click falls into the space-time-mind, that';s fucking it. Have a real nice one on me, over at the mother fuckiGN great Walmart Store, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our love was true, our love was rare

No other love could ever compare

Now that you're gone

My spirits are low

And baby baby baby, I love you so.

When it was my time to write that song, I wrote that song, back in 1977. When it was time for future Congressman Rob Andrews to sing my two country tunes in 1980, he did. When it was his time to later become our wonderful Jersey Congressman, he joined the great powerful crew from Washington, and did so. If however, none of this had been the time for these things to have happened, then they just would not have gone down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen from Colorado, said it all back in 1968-1970. He used to tell me upon numerous occasions, “Mark, it's just that simple”!

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Tommy Edison and the Bright Ideas, Patty Parsons and the OTHER non Atlantic Harrah City bright ideas, and then came Mark Wayne Mohr and the Dynamite Sound. Then a few years later; sound was used to dynamite my entire fucking life; with or without any extra kicks and help, from frequency modulation radio stations in Atlantic City, such as WAYV, or Trenton ones, whose call letters, I forget presently; huh GAP Kevin Willis? How do you sleep nights knowing all of this went down around me, Dick Wolf and © Office lady from 2008??????????

Folks, maybe it whizzed right over your heads, but it didn't mine, BRAH! I know that every mother fuckiGN time the MILI-2-FORCE awakens me around 2-5 in the morning, with a major super telephone sound attack, in total violation of my human, civil, and constitutional rights to pursue happiness without major governmental persecution; EVERY GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKIGN TIME IT HAPPENS, the rest of the entire day, is major SUPER BOTBAR, major mother fuckiGN SUPER HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION, and normally, major continued utility attacks off and on during that day; with TV, the computer, electricity, and what have you, YO YO YO MY DAM ASS BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT

I asked the mother fucking GAP ASTRAL PLANE magical cat some questions last night, and got some great answers. I am only sharing two of them on this blog for right now, however, for reasons that best serve me and my well being and general health, not ''break-down''!!!

Hey Gawky Gaukauk:

Why am I under this assault day after day after day without any let up for weeks now, ever since that day I went to my nut-job-clinic and was persecuted with major aerial shit out of nowhere, right to this current day of nine October, 2015???????

Hey Mountainpen, PCN-871.

My match-list of items in my GAWNUM book for PCN-871, read as follows:

TRINIDAD, JOHN KING, MARK MOHR, PRECIOUS, GOLD FATE, COOLEY HALL LOBBY SINGER DREAM, HAMPTONS

Hey Gawky Gaukauk:

Who is behind the two major utility assaults on me today, Friday, 9 October, 2015; the computer being knocked off cold, and the telephone being knocked totally out around three in the morning, 14 hours earlier?

Hey Mountainpen, PCN-927.

My match-list of items in my GAWNUM book for PCN-927, read as follows:

PAULA KING, LIFEGUARD, DREW CAREY, DAVID ROTH, CORAL REEF, CHRISTMAS, MANHATTAN, (There are others way too hot to print, but many know already). Laugh at me until the cows and the lighthouse Callio's all come home, Mister Farmer; because I know, Ziggy-1969, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny how the brain protects itself from trauma. Not funny-ha-ha; funny, sheeeesh!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the year 1980, ladies and gentlemen; I was every bit as totally fucking clueless as my 15 year later coming temporary pal, Poolroy.

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I was living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and not until my last six or seven weeks living at this place, in Voorhees, New Jersey, USAESMWG; did I ever think about a gambling game called ROULETTE, or playing it, or gambling at all. We'll get back to this in short order.

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SO JUST WHAT IS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, YOU ASK ME, OH GREAT WONDERFUL FOLKS??????????

Well for starters, the ESS is most likely everything that none of you have ever 'dreamed' of your entire life and in your wildest craziest fucking imaginations, YO!!!!!!!! But quite obviously, there is a lot more to this. My mom always said to me, Really smart people are those who can simplify the complicated things, not those who go around making the simple stuff all complex. Folks, in my own weird mother fuckiGN jerked off little way, I try to follow this advice from my mom, or I think I am doing that. This is why I never try and tackle my shit all at once, Mister Shitsapookna Microsoft, and also, why I split stuff up as I do in my blogs, so you may feel I repeat a lot and do lots of cut and paste work, but I do know what I am doing, that is, if you ever really want to better understand my fuckiGN shitsapookna, and if you don't, well, that's a whole other ballgame for a whole dam other time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So to reiterate again, In the year 1980, ladies and gentlemen; I was every bit as totally fucking clueless as my 15 year later coming temporary pal, Poolroy. I was living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and not until my last six or seven weeks living at this place, in Voorhees, New Jersey, USAESMWG; did I ever think about a gambling game called ROULETTE, or playing it, or gambling at all. We'll get back to this in short order. When you take the information and combine it, it was 1980, I was at 1802 Robin Hill, and those three numbers of (1), (8), and (0), seemed to be all over my surrounding general proximity. 1980---1802. Interesting how the numbers of (2) and (9) remain when you draw a colorized visualization. But all throughout this time there, at that apartment, while at the RPL Sound Studio in Camden, as a Tape Duplicator, for the first part of it; and later on at the Delaware River, at the Mac-Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant, as a Security Guard; my future in Atlantic City would come somehow quite mysteriously to equalize my past in Atlantic city in the nineteen-sixties, right up into the start of the nineteen-seventies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 29 number, the 27 number, and many other things are quite powerful on the roulette game for me, and along with number 23, these three numbers come out for me in a major preponderance of time, and especially if I only stand or even play a particular wheel for say 20-40 spins of that wheel. A child can figure out why 23-27-29 are so powerful with me, and even before I could observe the reasons for this truth all around me, it was there nonetheless, unlike many theories of the discipline of Quantum Physics. Does cosmos read your mind and then make reality all around you shift continuously, however? Well maybe you don't believe me or just don't fucking GWPOS want to believe me when I tell you in a loud shout that indeed it does, and with all of us, not just me; but that is just the way Neilson's story goes, and mine, oh great Mister Sigmund Malyeska.

As cosmos is agreeing with you, mortal waking peeps tend to label this in their cultures and societies, as GOOD LUCK. As cosmos is disagreeing with you, mortal waking peeps tend to label this in their cultures and societies, as BAD LUCK!!!!!!!!!! No one knows what luck is, or destiny, or any of it, and all that anyone can ever do is theorize, unless they have personally applied and experienced enough fucking shitsapookna (AKA shit) in the worlds of no Microsoft Smart Office programs; but unless people have experienced and applied stuff in their own lives, for decades and decades; then they will only be able to get a caged eye narrow fucking view of truth. I on the other hand, have experienced a major way out outlandish and bizarre life, to put it mother fuckiGN totally mildly and super under exaggerated.

I know that on super super days like yesterday, I can think up any system in the world, and use playing cards for black and red or odd and even numbers, and the cosmos reads your mind and immediately crashes every single system that you make up, one right after the other, in a way that if any big think tank ivy league university would approach this study seriously, they would see that I know things that no one else has ever had any mother fuckiGN reason to even begin thinking or wondering about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of Amazon, I could easily turn these three into Amazon girls with one quick tech-trick:

Watch out for all mirages. The ESS can do things to lives of those who they choose, that go beyond unconscionable Cuban-Cubed!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, 'THE END'!!!

*****CHAPTER 134-A/B*****

*********HIFISAF*********

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I have not had a NON-FUCKING-BOTBAR day in so long, that I cannot remember back to it; mother fucking jerk off world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

Planet Earth is a place for Mountainpen to experience eternity in mother fucking hell.

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP.

WHAT ELSE IS NEW; MY SPELL-CHECK SYSTEM WAS AGAIN FUCKING HACKED OFF MY OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM, FCC, ACLU, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I left my mother fucking apartment early this afternoon, to try and refill my medications; I looked at my cunt chewing fucking watch while placing it onto my wrist, and it was JANE WHORE FONDA SHIT TIME, so I knew I was wasting my time; and sure enough, I was; as all shit eating hell hit the fan. When I was told I could not refill until Sunday, I just thanked the people and went over across the bridge to Hutchinson Island to the Subway store to order a Turkey-Italian Hoagie Foot-Long sandwich. After I returned home and ate my lunch, I decided to call Walgreen's to see if I could lodge a complaint somewhere, for forcing someone to wait right to the second for his meds, even if they are as the Narc Squad labels them, ''controlled substances''. As I speak at five shy of fuckiGN three, those enemy fuckiGN bikers are screwing with me, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!! So I make a call, and speak to another nice lady at the pharmacy after the 3P shift change. I was told I not only should have been able to pick my order up, but also, only one of the two were there, that the Vero Beach, Florida Not-Job Clinic prescribes to me. Again, no matter how many times the STORE-NUMBER is given to my doctor, it always goes to that other Crooked Walgreen branch that I got away from because one pill was always missing from my scripts back before I switched away from there, giving me only 59 out of my legal 60 pills. All my mother fucking life, I do things totally legally and by the cunt chewing fucking dick licking book, and other people commit crime against me, and I have to suffer for it and never ever get any justice, not fucking ever. Yet I am hated for shouting out and trying to get some justice, maybe even using some bad language after a half century of unspeakable and unthinkable totally fuckiGN despicable abuse as well as major neglect, by this totally evil America and its totally evil rotten crooked society. So the nice lady, over the phone, managed to get my script that again was wrongfully sent up to 25^th and Orange, to where it needs to be, and any time after 5 today through Monday, at my convenience, I can go and pick up my goddess dam medications. I take this anti-anxiety medicine and yet trying to ever get medicine that relieves it, causes way more stress and fuckiGN cunt anxiety than its worth anymore. This entire thing is wrong and unfair, and why I stayed here in these totally evil United States all my life, is because I am just a scared little puny pussy who is too cursed to breathe.

Yesterday was the hassles trying to get and out of my building, today was the medicine, and it is something major every single day, and this has not given me a moment of relief in I don't know how long now, but I think since about the time this newest attack came on me with that horrible aerial shit that day on the way up to Vero Beach and the lightning storm that began when I left the Nut-Job-Clinic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why the stock market and I are on such an eternal opposite and conflicting parallel event, is anyone's guess, but I do know it is real, it is 30 years old at minimum, and looking at it logically, one conclusion can be drawn if we wish to keep it real and rational. I, for reasons no one fully knows, or perhaps they mother fucking do know; am big time connected into the forces and powers behind the very existence of this entire world/universe/cosmos/RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's explore further shall we, from here to all lovely Jamaica places!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am as clueless as fucking Poolroy, back in cunt lapping 1995, up at the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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''!

Boy was it pouring down rain earlier, and even while driving back across the South Hutchinson Island Bridge, it began a light mini-drizzle.

My mother may have said, ''Oh boy'', or ''Boy oh boy oh boy'', but then, so might have Doctor RPL, back in fucking 1980, YO!

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SO JUST WHAT IS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, YOU ASK ME, OH GREAT WONDERFUL FOLKS??????????

Well for starters, the ESS is most likely everything that none of you have ever 'dreamed' of your entire life and in your wildest craziest fucking imaginations, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anyone knows how to make this video-cam of the ES Charter School, go to 3:28 PM on 10/09/2015, you will get your fucking mind blown with what you see, people!!!!!!!!!! Talk about weird unidentified objects.

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SO JUST WHAT IS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, YOU ASK ME, OH GREAT WONDERFUL FOLKS??????????

Well for starters, the ESS is most likely everything that none of you have ever 'dreamed' of your entire life and in your wildest craziest fucking imaginations, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OCTOBER 9, 2015,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:30,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-87/L-73).

HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.

WIND IS WSW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 20.

Hey it is just a big ass optical illusion, but try telling UFO buffs that 99% of the sightings are in that category. Now is the ESS real and part of this UFO shit? You goddess dam right it is, and it is real all right. Just not the way people think of reality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Speaking of Amazon, I could easily turn these three into Amazon girls with one quick tech-trick:

Watch out for all mirages. The ESS can do things to lives of those who they choose, that go beyond unconscionable Cuban-Cubed!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, 'THE END'!!!

I TOLD YOU THE STOCK MARKET WOULD BOTTOM OUT AROUND SIXTEEN-KAY, AND YOU WOULDN'T MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME, DUMB ASS PEOPLE!

AND HERE IS WHY, FOR A VERY BRIEF SYNOPSIS. First, the entire medical and legal community is political, and the lobbies all own everything, and Donald Trump knew all this as a baby with a five cent fuckiGN candy bar in one hand,and the Amy's Mom copy of the Wall Street Journal in the other one. I never said this man is not veraciously intelligent and greedy to own the entire galaxy some day, IF HE CAN PULL IT OFF, and don't even think about counting my sixth CUZZ out on that one, folks; pweeeeeeeeeze!

MY ILLEGAL NABES ARE ALL OVER ME, BRINGING ME GIANT FILTHY FUCKING ROACHES. THEY SLAMMED IN WELL AFTER MIDNIGFHT AND RECENTLY HAVE BEEN IN AND OUT BETWEEN MIDNIGHT AND 4, AS ALL DRUGGIE WITH DRUG DEALS DO. YOU THINK I'M MOTHER FUCKIGN STUPID AS SHIT, SHERIFF AND PHA AND AG-PB??????????

I could tell shit that would wipe out the world and its fuckiGN sanity, overnight, if that is, and I don't; had a real non-agent and n0n-family audience. They won't let me either, as all things that I ever try and do for sixty one mother fuckiGN twat chewing years, 'THEY' TOTALLY STOP/KIBOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I call the 'THEY', the MILI-2-FORCE. You can all call it whatever the mother fucking hell you want to. Sawn alla-U.

Good morning Sheriff sir, and Mizz AG Pam Bondi, ma'am. I am dealing with a lot of mother fucking dogshit again today as always, and I want to tell both of you my monster nightmare fucking story from HELL!

They illegally woke me, a poor sick old man, first with slamming doors after midnight, and then the AT&T crooked corporation that knows my problems with my dam ass daughter and her family from hell are all totally real; woke me to loud off-hook sounds. Once you are off-hook, they have no bizz doing this, and they do it, as Comcast Cable does, on orders of dirt bag Donald. I cannot watch my cable TV, not one day, without the thing freezing up, on any channel I watch. It corrects normally, but is extremely annoying. What am I loyally paying for, shit service that a bunch of children in a grammar school science project could provide better for me, YO? The dirt bag admits flat out he is best 'buddies' with the owner of Comcast, Mister Ron Wirtz Sr., Retired-ADA at the Prosecutor's Office, up in Camden city, NJ-USA. He uses the more ritzy word than you did, plugging in friend in place of buddy. If not for that, no difference at all. On the show Law & Order, they send yup peeps for less circumstantial evidence than I have against my cunt lapping worthless distant fucking jerk off cousin, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION. WHEN I AM SHORTLY FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT OR OUTSIDE WHILE DOING NECESSARY ERRANDS; I WAS MURDERED AND HAVE BEEN TORTURED BY AN UNKNOWN GROUP OF EVIL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DIRT BAG PEOPLE FOR THIRTY PLUS YEARS NOW. IF THIS IS A LIE, IF I AM MAKING THIS UP, I SUBMIT TO FULL CHARGES OF PERJURY. I SWEAR ON MY ETERNAL LIFE FACING AN ANGRY GOD THAT HATES LIES AND LIARS ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE, AND I SWEAR ON MY CITIZENSHIP, AND I SWEAR ON JEHOVAH MY GREAT WONDERFUL ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS, I AM SPEAKING THE TRUTH, AN DSIGN THIS LEGAL INTERNET DOCUMENT, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR.

I had to go to my doctor yesterday, and I have so much to tell you that it would fill an entire library up if I got into all of the hidden meanings and bullshit that is really honestly behind the GREAT POWERFUL OZ CURTAINS; to all things that surround all of us, and by no means just mother fuckiGN me, people!!!! When and if I survive the worst death siege of my life, and this major early striking THANKSGIVING-SIEGE, that began the day I drove up to Vero Beach, Florida, USA, and was greeted by a horrible chemtrail ahead of me while I stopped at a traffic light at Route One and Avenue D; I will tell some real major secrets about our new age political system, lobbyists, why all participating poor people in the election process are just wasting their time, how the medical as well as legal community is just about as fixed and rigged now as a deck of marked playing cars or a pair of loaded dice, and way way way much more, lovely 1984 Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM ABOUT TO TAKE A MAJOR MILITUFORCE STRIKE!

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AS I WAS POSTING UP THIS CHART, MY COMPUTER WAS SOMEHOW SHUT OFF COLD, SHERIFF MASCARA, ISR. SEE YOU MMONDAY AT YOUR OFFICE, AN DI AM NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER, I NEED YOUR HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SHERIFFKENNETH J. MASCARA; I WAS MAJOR FUCKING ASSAULTED FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO. MY COMPUTER WENT BLACK, AND WAS SHUT OFF SOMEHOW, AND YET MY POWER WAS ON TO ALL MY OUTLETS. THE DOCUMENT WAS SAVED SOMEHOW MIRACULOUSY. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 5-10 MINUTES AFTER FIVE THIS EVENING, WHILE I WAS PASTING IN THE STOCK MARKET REPORT. NOW MAYBE YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I FEAR THESE MAJOR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BULL RALLIES. THEY ARE ONLY GOING TO MAKE IT WORSE AND WORSE IF YOU LET THEM VIOLATE AND MURDER ME, SHERIFF SIR. YOUR INACTION IS THEIR FUCKING LICENSE TO DESTROY MY LIFE!!!! NEXT WEEK I AM CAMPING OUT AT YOUR MIDWAY OFFICE, UNTIL YOU SEE ME AND 'FUCKIGN' HELP ME WITH THIS ESS-MILITUFORCE ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!