Friday, November 27, 2015

CHAPTER 006, MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE














Something fucking horrible has happened since last night. Already, the huge computer hack when I did my last blogs, struck me hard and harsh, Attorney General Bondi and Sheriff Mascara. Then a huge roach was on my wall when I awoke to take a fuckign piss just shortly after sun up this MOUUUUURNING! I killed the fuckiGN monstrous evil thing. Then I fell back into a very nightmarish devilish cunt chewing sleep and had a vicious fucking cunt eating nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was taken by the Pink Goddess, after we left her shop in her city of SDK, into Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a parallel universe. We went to several places only I could only hear her, and she made herself invisible. She took me to my mom's old office building, the Bourse Building, across from Independence Mall, and then up to Seventeenth Street not too far away, and then to Rittenhouse Square, and then to the building that lightning struck when I was a boy and playing nearby, one block from where I lived then at 2041 Chestnut Street, and then later as a teenager, after she had ruined my eyesight forever for not looking at her and so that I would never look at any girl with clear vision without glasses, where optician Doctor Murray was located. My mom used his for her hyperopia condition (farsighted) and told me as a tell, while living with her at the Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, to use him as well, and kids obey their parents, so I went to him. This day and the THANKX-2-GIVENS day that preceded it were and are TOTAL SUPER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BOTBAR as a result of a lot of mother fuckiGN total pure unadulterated cock knocking HELL!



















I awoke at 10:30 this MOUUUUURNING from this monster fucking cunt experience, and there is still so much to tell. I will not tell all of it, as Dock Murray was in it, along with a strange dude who suffered the same affliction that my mom did and was still in, after Paula King got at her in her god dam fucking sleep on the night past Christmas of 1997, and drove her mad forever. I was going through the devil's own fuckign total asshole hell in this nightmare, trying to find where she was in her office, and how I could lose this crazy dude who was with me, how to find the PATCO rail line stations in Philadelphia, as over in this universe, all was totally different, and I knew instantly and remember clearly thinking, “WOW Mark, you are really in a distant hyperspace parallel here. Doctor Murray yelled out from his 20th story window, “I've got you now, there's no escape for you” just as the crazy dude with me kept shaking my right shoulder and screaming at me to go up and ask him what type of bull horn he had as he wanted to get a real good one like his was. I was going totally fucking nuts bonkers squared, cubed, Cuban, and Cuban squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









After what I was put through by some army team that is under orders of WALL STREET, I know without even looking, that their evil fucking stock market is going to race up 500 points, well into the 18,000's again, maybe even to all time record mother fuckign highs again, which will be happening one way or the other, and it's right around the corner, since they will always have poor me-Mountainpen, to endlessly mother fucking pick on and persecute, AG Bondi, and Sheriff K.J.M.



















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Friday, November electrical-27, 2015

MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE, CHAPTER 006






















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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?
















So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

















Whatever you need, Spain has it.


What are you looking for?


To copy this nice whittle photo, Elmer Fudd, for me whittle bwog!

  • CULTURAL
  • GASTRONOMY
  • ROUTES
  • SHOPPING
  • URBAN



OR ''WHATEVER”, huh old buddy Bob Andrews???











My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?



My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?











Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!














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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!











Last nights little GTNOTG GAME, SHE played with me, was unforgivable, inexcusable, unthinkable, and unconscionable; for fucked up Jesus Christ's sake!!!!











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Well people; you all know what's going on, and what I am suffering through. Most refuse to see it and believe it, maybe because you're too scared fuckign shitless of PINKGODDESS to believe this can possibly all be true. Well, explain a lifetime of endless interactive bullshit between HER and myself, after all you have read on these ten years of my blogs now, just go ahead, and try rationally explaining that it is a lot of hooey and that I am truly just a fucking asshole crack-pot! That lighthouse was somehow turned into a toy, and somehow the great one got a hold of it and was in brilliantly lit up room, back in 1972, up on that wonderful and awesome Woody Guthrie island. Then this dude flips the hell out on her, and the stair chases begin with this lady. Naturally Steve wasn't there, and these photos are not fake, but they are great simulations, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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3-6-9, Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative's homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two large!









The great thing about computers is that they can do a lot of things much faster than a human. Say you’re looking for a specific word on a web page. Instead of scanning it yourself, all you need to do is press Ctrl+F and type the word you’re looking for. There are mountains of shortcut like this, from pressing Ctrl+S to instantly save the file you’re working on, Ctrl+P to print it out, or Ctrl+T to open a new tab in your web browser. It may seem like more trouble than its worth at first, but after you use a shortcut one or two times, you’ll wonder why you ever did anything with the mouse. Check out our list of six shortcuts everyone should know, as well as our shortcut of the day series for even more tricks.












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MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE



CHAPTER 005



WOW, this was the worst mother fuckiGN computer hack of the autumn season so far, on this helliday-holiday THANX-2-GIVENS FUCKING DAY, AND SO WHAT ELSE IS MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING NEW, YO YO YO YO YO YO???????





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How to Automate Your Finances and Save Money, Explained in One Graphic




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Every mother fuckiGN time I am hit with major utility assault, it is always going to get real bad, and it always has fucking major shit to do with that cunt sucking fucking rotten crooked EVIL STOCK MARKET!!!!!!














I NEED TO 'FUCKIGN' FLY FAR AWAY, BEYOND THE GREAT HORRENDOUS MONSTER PINK GODDESS!!!!










MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC,










ALL ORDERS, ALL SCANS, MAX POWER, PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT SEQUENCE.
















THIS IS TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING WAR!!!!!!!!!!



















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SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 11/26/2015

Thursday, November 26, 2015








The Pink Goddess Has Somehow Aided Me In My Personal Computer with Firefox Browser






BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


I don't have all the answers, merely that some wild thing happened. First, she seems to be able to come through my Comcast with bursts of pink color. Then, a burst inside my head told me if I do something on the computer, I will get prompts to be able to operate my blogs on BLOGGER DOT COM through my FIREFOX again, which was messed up for months now. without it, my blogs look all stupid and screwy.


If this posts up, I have Sarah Krassle to thank for this.

This is SUPPLEMENTARY BLOG ENTRY OF 12/26/2015



END TRANSMISSION.



























The simple facts of all things is that while we live and exist as hyperspace entities or as human beings on planet Earth inside of a body, in many parallel universes; we cannot be sure of anything other than doubting is a prudent thing to do. This is why you all doubt me and no one believes a word I say, and you all read me out of pure amusement and fun, well, MOST OF YOU; and that's totally cool. There is hope for me in the shadows, as long as a few even keep reading and laughing. Just keep the angry stair chasing going on somewhere else, or I'll move even farther away to an asteroid or something. 'Gollllllleeeeey-Sarge'; 'that is so not for me', and I wish I had never ever seen what I saw, on that day in 1972, Congressman Oak-Angel. The BRIGGBASE CULT is the reason why this all seems to follow the pattern of me leaving a string of hot shots behind me like freaking breadcrumbs. If you have more questions anybody, regarding this, talk to them, use the darn FASCITAR and go visit the Province Olympia with the 6-10 Waking Freeze-Get Past The Fear instructions, given over and over on my many blogs. Then will yourself onto the BRIGGBASE, to ask these kind wonderful darling peeps there, IF YOU FREAKING BLOODY SHOE MACE CAN DARE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. You won't be in any neck of the woods you're used to being in, let me warn you right up front there, sudden storms Al Roker, my pal. How I loved hearing you when you first got started decades ago. Don't ever change or stop, I love you DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!























I AM NOT WINNING ANY POPULARITY CONTEST. MORIANITY IS NOT A POPULARITY CONTEST, JUST AS CHRISTIANITY WAS NOT AS WELL.

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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folks, I was told to leave a church when so many miraculous things kept spontaneously popping up all around me, back in 1975. These days here in Florida, and even before that while living with the MIGHTY-KINGS, of Atlantic City, and Berryville-Hammonton; make that look tame and innocent as a small child in simple prayer. JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE if we please, huh upbeat TWINBAY of Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, M. w. Galaxy?















Lookey here me' peeps, it is a nice cool evening, at 66 degrees, and the only bad news in that the next several days coming up are expected to have afternoon highs into the middle eighties, 5-10 degrees of a jump, and this is it, YO, no more nice cool weather for a long time. Hot ass fucking summer in this area is coming up sooner than I dare wish to think about it, and yet people, this is the least of my cunt chewing woes, believe THAT, please, sir Lurch Rockdroid Rottenberry, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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So what is really going on, Tesla-27 Jehovah???







OH BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.





Nicola Tesla knows the 27-dream is all true!!!!!!!!









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SUP, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. ALL ILLEGAL HACKER CRASHED ME AT AROUND 10:07 POST MERIDIAN AS I WAS UNDERLINING THE ABOVE ROW OF LETTER-Z'S. WHEN I HIT MY UNDO BUTTON, A MESSAGE POPPED UP IT WOULD COST ME ONE DOLLAR TO UNDO. SO I CLOSED MY EYES AND SAID, “OH GREAT PINK GODDESS WHO RULES, PLEASE LET ME ESCAPE THIS HACKER”. BOOM, IT RELEASED ME. I DON'T PAY EXTORTION MONEY TO CRIMINALS, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!!!! THE HACKER DID IT AGAIN, FBI, AT 10:13. MAYBE SHERIFF MASCARA WHEN HE IS ALL FINISHED CHOWING DOWN WITH THE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY PEOPLE, CAN LOOK INTO THIS FOR ME, ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI OF FLORIDA, YO!!!!!!!!!!





































































Please meet me at the waterfalls and park where Diana and I are, pink goddess, at around one tomorrow morning, Eastern Standard Time. I will be there in Astral-Body, and need to talk to you!!!!!!!!


Thank you so much, lovely tall teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!















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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!







I thought you said things would be all right in the dam morning light!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LightHOUSE, no, Microsoft-Google Corporation, so SAHWEE Mister Japanese Ambassador of 1941. EEEEEEEEEEE, kapow!

Oh the letter 'M' is in my name, both first and laugh to haunt my soul. The evil letters of their game, they own our lands and we pay their toll. Hackers and powerful controllers over MACHINE-MIND, and now makes ISIS the Goddess, and the troublemakers, both pale in comparison, just like the dim light of a dying flashlight, as the bright sunrise begins to fucking emerge; YO BRO, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH GREAT PINK GODDESS!



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I promise you I'll never try and escape this galaxy again, with or without far away, or nearby HALLS FAWCES, my awesome Sarah-Stacey Krassle!!!!









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HO-HUM” to quote my Naval Officer father. I sit on top of $50,000,000,000.00 worth of gold, not to mention silver, artifacts of great historical value, coins, jewels beyond the wildest dream of all bearded YARH-pirates; and alas maitees, I will take it to me' ol' grave, and then, my wonderful daughter will have it, god bless her sweet heart, Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?















Thursday, Thanks Giving night, November 26, 2015 @ 10:34-P.M.

MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE, CHAPTER 004





















This is a really cool website folks; check it out, YO. Hey daddy, screw those secret museums and secrets. My wonderful daughter will have your treasure to worry about soon now; not that she needs it! But hey, Karma!












GEE, golly, gash, darn this whole dang thing; oh great job keeper Copyright Office, non Ed Green Examiners!!!!!!!!











Oh yes ladies and gentlemen,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

and I will always love her so!

and I will always love her so!

and I will always love her so!

and I will always love her so!

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I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHEN YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.





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I remember the lady saying that if I called off one more time, they probably would fire me. I told her I doubted that I could get there with my cart, and she told me that I needed to make the call to the guard post, and then just hope for the best. Suddenly, she followed me outside and took the manilla envelopes in her hands. Then she placed them in my back seat of that cart. Immediately, there were play blocks like in kindergarten, that were there, and someone had made them spell S-A-R-A-H--------K-R-A-S-S-L-E. She asked me who she was and I told her it is not important, that all I could think about was my job and my dam canceled life insurance policy. Then suddenly she said to me, “Oh wait a minute, my husband is here, and he told me he wants to talk to you, and that it's really important”. Right away I am thinking, “I don't even know your god dam husband”, but I just cooperated, and kept my big mouth shut, and waited for him to come over to where we were standing, near to an outer doorway, that led out to a good sized office type of parking lot. As he approached however, he beckoned me to come out to where he was, and I looked at his wife and she motioned for me to go out to talk to him, and she then remained inside. This man, and this was in late December of 1983, was Professor Michio Kaku, looking just like he does in these modern days and times that we all see him on TV or know him if we attend the NYU. He is a professor of Theoretical Physics, but I never ever put that together until very recently, even after seeing this great intellectual man now, for several years on my TV. In that wild interaction, he stands there very intent, listening to me telling him how there are two 5-D hyper-space directionality events that move into each other to create singularities, and how this is the eleven dimensions in String Theory, that are needed to complete very complex formulas that only work in eleven dimensions, and I was explaining to him why indeed this was so, and he was listening very intently.











There is a lot more to this, but I am leaving it all here for right now. But yes, I had this happen in the time span of about ten minutes, or what some call very short vivid dreaming spurts. I woke up to a hand on my shoulder and a loud voice from Howey, saying to me, “Up you go you schmuck, it's time to go now”. Howey loved to call me a dam schmuck, all the dam time. I didn't fucking like it at all. In fact, he treated me so badly, that when my Uncle John Leonard Mason and his son John Stuart, came to the eats-place to rescue me out of this hellish nightmare situation that I'd gotten myself into, my uncle who was always an easy fighter and loved to swing on lots of people all throughout his life, and who had been a boxer, and was 6-2 and very athletic and strong; wanted to punch Howard's lights out; but my cousin John Stuart and I managed talking him out of it, and we just got onto the nearest on-ramp in that area of Orlando, for the great I-95 highway, and we headed back for their home, somewhere around Northwest Eleventh Avenue, in Fort Lauderdale, FL-USA-ESMWG. Yes folks, my mom and I never knew what ''GOT INTO MY COUSIN JOHN-STUART'', on that day back in middle 1994, to make him treat me like total shit out of the blue. Now I believe that MORIANITRY calls this, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, YO YO YO YO!!!!! And p;ease trust me people, because,



I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.

I ABSOLUTELY KNOW.








































































Remember; the same people in 1984, were there around me, in 1983.



I told you that I started to watch a movie tape purchased from the Fort Pierce, Florida, Good Will Store, on Route 1, at the Virginia Avenue Shopping Mall, maybe a year to two years ago, that I had sitting in a pile on top of a credenza type piece of furniture filled with shelves of VHS videotapes. This movie is called, “The Ring”. I began viewing it, and about 15 minutes into it or so, POOF-POTTER-ALAGAZAM, Simon Says, and all sorts of other names in magic; I suddenly was struck hard, by a repressed memory that came back to me; all the way from late May, of 1983; when my mailbox was screwed with, outside the home that my mom and I were renting, in Atco, New Jersey, USA, at 134 Norris Avenue, in Eastern Camden County; owned by the owner of the nearby Atco L&S Nursing Home, Mister Gerald Pliner! Now if you thought you needed some anti-fainting smelling salts before, you will need a much fucking larger supply of it now, if you choose to read on here, lads and lassies! THAT, I totally promise you all, my BRO!







NOVEMBER 26, 2015,

LATE THURSDAY NIGHT AT 10:57,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY--------(H-79/L-73).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 69%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 78.

WIND IS E AT 13, GUSTING TO 30.









Dirt bag death angel Morty again, at 10:50

ON MY RIGHT SIDE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I am very sick and tired of this fucking shit,with these god dam gods, fucking with me for ten thousand years or more, and to quote Dawn King, “This is on my last nerve”!





Golly gash gee darn it, 1988 and 1989 Copyright Examiners, and all of Mountainpen's musical projects of those days and times; I sit here wondering, WHAT NEXT, huh gorgeous Judge Judy???????????????????????????????????







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Someday I'll mother fucking cunt eating learn not to ever get my hopes up that this pink goddess wants anything from me other than to torment me endlessly, and there truly is no mother fuckiGN escaping her, she owns the Milky Way Galaxy, and won't ever let me out of it, huh Gary Mitchell????????????????????? I tried t post my blog up at BLOGGER on the FIREFOX, and again it was hacked. Monday or Tuesday, I will go to STAPLES and get my guru to come over and fix this thing, and do some other work. Fortunately, I miscalculated my checking balance, and made it appear that I had two bucks less in the account, so I will now have to throw the money away for the guru, thanks to the fuckiGN worthless FBI and their inability or unwillingness to help me with these horrible mother fuckiGN computer criminals, and the same goes for that AG and that SHERIFF!!!!!!!!! thanks for mother fuckiGN nothing, great powerful wonderful peeps!!!!!!!!!! And I was crashed when I started this additional page on this document, for the mother fuckiGN cunt chewing record; lads and lassies, YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











IF I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.

IF I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.

IF I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.

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One day when I was a small child of late single digit age, if I am correctly remembering the story, told to me by my mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job, at the Lavino Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they weren't in contact with each other at the time.



HAY, I CAN TAKE A HINT. I do not need to be hit by a mother fucking cunt lapping Mack Truck, MASHELL DANIELS OF 1980.















NOVEMBER 25, 2015,

WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:43,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-79/L-70).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 69%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 77.

WIND IS E AT 18, WITH GUSTS TO 31.



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Years ago, I told my Blogaud, about that old example that never seems to die. There was a man who lived and died in his home, with fifty million bucks in gold, totally hidden below his basement floor. He and his family went onto live lives of poverty and want, even though a higher reality was there all throughout his life, that would have made things so incredibly easy, to change the entire course of their lives. I very often find myself thinking of this, not the money but the incredible and powerful principle, that's behind this GAP super wisdom!!!!!!!!!! I absolutely fucking know that there is something buried inside of my brain. If I could just pull it out and draw on it, like plugging into the electrical grid and going from log cabin life in the days of Abe Lincoln, to modern day bullshit; I could immediately change my entire life on a mother fucking dam ass dime!!!!!!!!!!!!! But what? What is this thing that I am maybe, as with so many things all my life, ''BLOCKING OUT''??????????






















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Yes sir, ma'am, I gave them a chance to have me pick up the pace into some real major shit. Now since my views are running at snail pace and never ever altering; I have decided to write only what happens to me, and then a few things around that, without ever getting real major, as this simply put wasn't liked or appreciated, so I'll give them bland, as bland is what bland Earthlings seem to love. After-all, look at all the bland stupid ass social media crap every dam day of the year, kind entities!!!









The night of Jerry and Sue and Mashell, at RPL, when my car was stolen, in the RPL parking lot, is like many days and nights that I have been forced to interact all over fifth dimensional fucking hyperspace. I can feel it when it comes on as it hits like a freight fuckiGN cunt train, even though others around me seem to be as insensitive to these god dam fucking HALLS FAWCES as a corpse would be to a coroner's examinations and autopsy knife.



Yes sometimes, Jack McCoy, we both wish that all of them would go away, and I don't feel all that cold and cruel in saying thistleweeds, or THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W! Of course I wouldn't mind seeing some Wall Streeters with huge bruised and broken chests, myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fuckiGN world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving, and the treasure charts that he left to me!!!!!!!!!!































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NOVEMBER 26, 2015,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 11:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

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  • Many hospital neck ultrasounds are performed by technicians and subsequently interpreted by radiologists. Most hospital X-ray and ultrasound technicians lack the specialized experience to recognize parathyroid shadows on neck ultrasounds. Thus, the likelihood that a parathyroid tumor will be noticed by a hospital X-ray technician may be small. If ultrasound technicians do not notice parathyroid tumors while they are performing scans, there's a great chance the radiologist will miss them when reviewing the pictures.
  • The management of hyperparathyroidism has evolved rapidly in the past decade with the introduction of intraoperative parathyroid hormone testing, radio-guided surgery, and endoscopic surgery. Not surprisingly, there is a corresponding movement toward specialization of surgeons providing increasingly sophisticated treatments for head and neck endocrine disorders.*
  • Traditional parathyroid surgery requires a 3- to 5-inch incision across the neck. The procedure requires cutting skin and two muscle layers and then dissecting and lifting the thyroid, so that all four glands can be visualized. The typical duration of surgery is two hours.
  • Studies have shown that minimally invasive radio-guided parathyroid surgery (MIRP) has a 95 percent success rate. Surgical procedures typically require less than 30 minutes of operating room time. Patients rarely require an overnight stay in the hospital and recovery is often quick and painless.

* Terris, D. J., Chen, N., Seybt, M. W., Gourin, C. G. and Chin, E. (2007), Emerging Trends in the Performance of Parathyroid Surgery. The Laryngoscope, 117: 1009–1012. doi: 10.1097/MLG.0b013e3180485716. PubMed.gov, U.S. National Library of Medicine.




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Uncle Arthur won't ever darken the door step again of the Eastman Household, which is another branch of the Mason-Huntington-Stuart line of my awesome fucked up family of mega-skeletons, that breaks off into so many branches, it blows and boggles the brain into total fucking dog-shit. My mom would tell me the story over and over again about how her Aunt, the reader of plays, Mizz Maud Huntington Benjamin; would tell her about it, while she was not yet a married woman. Secrets passing down secrets, and pigs kicking up mud for pigs. We have a 'daunting and eloquent clan of ax murderers', and basic misanthrope folks, of all walks and stations! The man that Maud married had a wild family too. This line has a third cousin who is second cousin to Trump's father. When I call Donald Trump my cousin; this includes a family group of about 16,000 people if rounded off to the nearest hundred; and it grows each time someone has 'successful sexual intercourse'', so it is said in jest and joke, as we are very very distant, and many who read this, may be a lot closer related to this man of BRIGGBASE, than I am; and praise be to the gods should that be so, and ''LIKE WOW'', to quote the fucking kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















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Medical and Imaging Director, Memorial Center for Integrative Endocrine Surgery

Dr. R. Mack Harrell received his bachelor's and medical degrees from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where he was awarded the prestigious Morehead Fellowship in Medicine. After completing a residency in Internal Medicine at the University of Minnesota, Dr. Harrell did a clinical and research fellowship in endocrinology at Duke University, developing a special interest in parathyroid, thyroid and adrenal disease.

In 1991, Dr. Harrell was recruited by Cleveland Clinic Florida, where he pioneered office neck ultrasonography and became their first Chief of Endocrinology, before moving on to become the Director of Metabolic Outcomes for the North Broward Hospital District in Ft. Lauderdale in 1999. Dr. Harrell began an endocrine surgical collaboration with David Bimston, MD in 2005. Both moved their practice to Memorial Healthcare System in 2011.

Dr. Harrell is among fewer than 200 physicians worldwide who have completed the Endocrine Neck Ultrasound (ECNU) program administered by the American Association of Clinical Endocrinology (AACE). He has served as a clinical professor of medicine at Nova Southeastern University since 2001. Dr. Harrell has performed thousands of thyroid biopsies and parathyroid localizations. He brings a unique expertise to the diagnosis and treatment of thyroid, parathyroid and adrenal tumors.
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  • Atlantic Coast Conference Honor Society
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  • Fellow of King’s Fund College, London
  • National Institutes of Health Research Service Award
  • Career Development Award
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  • American Association of Clinical Endocrinologists
  • Broward County Medical Society
  • American Medical Association
  • ECNU Teaching Faculty
  • AACE Diabetes Council
  • American College of Endocrinology, Board of Trustees, Executive Committee
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  • Optimization of Minimally Invasive Radio-Guided Parathyroidectomy: The Importance of Neck Ultrasonography and Intraoperative Parathyroid Hormone Assay,” Endodrine Practice, 2008
  • Glycostator: A Novel Technology to Summarize Blood Glucose Control in Patients with Diabetes Mellitus,” Endocrine Practice, 2008



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  • Fellowship: Duke University Hospital, 1985
  • Residency: University Of Minnesota, 1980
  • Professional Education: University Of North Carolina, 1979

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As for the great throat specialist of early 1984, and how Paula King, the almighty queen somnambulist, and her daughter, OUR DAUGHTER actually, managed to pull off that fantastic trick, up in Philly that day and other times also; we could be all day and all year and all of next year, NON-STOP, of me typing and typing and typing. And no one would ever get it, or believe it, BUT I KNOW, DOCTOR, I KNOW!!!!! And please tell Mister Spock, that I like his taste in women; Doctor Bones McCoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'.

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The real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe, had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs from time to time. Notice how the project with Atlantic Queen, is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and Directors, but in this case; between two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life in ways, that go beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone chilling; and you get the general idea!!!!











Mind is not everything, but it is very important while we are existing out in the hyperspace, that contains virtually limitless amounts of parallel universes, or beating hearts that from an upline reference frame, would be as they may appear to be. When we go higher than the sixth dimension, what became MIND, was EXISTENCE. Only after this transfers down into MIND, can the Astral Plane or PLANK REALM begin to form. Let me mention the earlier than PLANK stages, and first say that even though from our perspective here, the word 'EARLIER' has a significance, in truth, nothing really was earlier, but words need to make sense to our MINDS, so I must say therefore, earlier, and before that time of PLANK. Existence without interaction or EWI as Morianity labeled this in 2006 and 2007; is what Quantum Physicists label, a singularity. Mathematical laws and equations all break down in this 'truth', as they have no meaning when there is no SPACE-TIME-MIND, or even MIND, as of ''yet''. Without any fractional instant ever changing into a new one however, how then can even PLANK-TIME or the (Astral-Plane) ''begin'', you may wonder? If so, take heart and please don't feel fucking badly. You're wondering, and so are all the top scientists of 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Breaking out and away into this wild dreaming, that first needs to be done in a programmed and orderly fashion, that Morianity has called and labeled LAWTRONICS, ever since it began in 2006 and 2007; must then do a complex series of items, and eventually transfer down further still into MIND. From there, it will go off to HYPERSPACE, using the PLANK as sort of a launch pad for doing so. All these factors are why what scientists call DARK MATTER and DARK ENERGY, all exist out here in the hyperspace, and are doing what they are doing; which again, the top scientific communities are still about 99.99% totally clueless about, as only Morianity can ever reveal the absolute realities (the truth). I did not invent or create Morianity. My creator created me, and so my creator DID THIS, NOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Well folks, no one can say that lovely things are not wonderful. Be it nature of heavenly bodies of all types, or a simple sunset or moonrise. Diana's lovely full moon was so gorgeous and terrific last night. 'IWALU' my moon!!!!!










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