THANKS
FOR THE FUCKING HELP, SHERIFF.
MY
CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING VIOLATED IN HERE, FBI, ACLU, SHERIFF, AG
STATE, US-AG, PRESIDENT OBAMA, GOVERNOR SCOTT, WORLD COURT IN THE
HAGUE.
I
BEGAN A BLOG AND IT WAS DESTROYED BY MOTHER FUCKING TERRORIST
HACKERS. UNTIL THESE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' MONSTERS GO
TO PRISON FOR 40 YEARS OR GET EXECUTED FOR THESE CRIMES
AGAINST PEOPLE'S LIVES, AND THE LAW CATCHES UP WITH THE SCIENCE; THEN
THIS IS THE WAY THINGS WILL MOTHER FUCKING BE, ROTTEN
TO THE FUCKING CORE!!!!
SOMEONE
IN THE ROTTEN GARBAGE ENTERTAINMENT
INDUSTRY, DID NOT LIKE
WHAT THAT BLOG WAS SAYING, OR WHERE IT WAS GOING; AND NOW THAT
I KNOW THIS, I WILL MERELY TAKE WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY THEN, AND
REALLY MOTHER FUCKING EXPOUND AND
EXPAND, ON THAT VERY EXACT
SHIT; THEM, THE MISTS, OR AS THEY SAY IN FRANCE,
LAMISTS.
FRANCE HAS A LOT TO DO WITH THESE THINGS, AND IT WOULD TAKE ME FIVE
YEARS TO TYPE IT ALL; SO 'FUCKING' FORGET IT, YO.
NOW
THEY RAN A STRANGE BRAND NEW HACK, AND THEN AFTER THEY DID THAT, THEY
DISABLED MY SPELL CHECKER. WHEN I BOOTED BACK ON, THERE WAS NO
CHAPTER 29 OF THIS BLOG, POOF, IT WAS ALL HACKED OUT OF MEMORY, AND
PEOPLE, DON'T EVEN TRY AND TELL ME THAT I DID NOT SAVE IT, AS I SAVE
EVERY TEN SECONDS OR SO, AND I
LEARNED THAT I HAVE TO. STILL, WHEN LAMISTS
WANT YOU FUCKED, YOU'RE FUCKED; OR MAYBE I SHOULD FUCKING SAY, I AM
FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO, I AM NOT GOING TO DO A CHAPTER 29.
THIS IS NOW CHAPTER FUCKING CUNT
28-B. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO SAY, AND NOTHING WAS
LOST OTHER THAN FOR TWENTY MINUTES OF MY DAM TIME, AND BEING SUPER
AGGRAVATED WITH A SOLID MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' WEEK LONG UTILITY ASSAULT ON
ME NOW, FEDERAL GOD DAM FUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONAL BACK
BURNERS FOR POOR PATHETIC FUCKING MAR WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told how it may be a dam good idea, should you not be in peak health,
to have someone who is that is standing by with you, should you
choose to read on, because I'll tell you all something that once you
read it, think about it, and leave your computer or tablet or phone
or whatever; you WILL NOT BE ABLE to give yourself one reasonable
argument for what I discuss, and how indeed it effects your life.
Forget me, fuck me, I don't count. You care about you and that's
normal. I'll blow your fucking minds on some things that connect YOUR
DAM LIVES, and that's a fuckign total promise, great folks!!!!!!!!!!
If I did not have powerful shit to say, they wouldn't be hacking me
all to hell, wiping out blogs entirely, trying to stop me from
posting, which is back on a roll again big time, as recently the last
five to ten blogs I've put up to Blogger/Google, were a real hassle
getting up there, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
someone somewhere is very afraid of what is soon coming, and maybe,
THEY SHOULD FUCKING CUNT BE, YO YO YO!
Unlike
the hacked away blog that's gone now, replaced with this one, ladies
and gentlemen; I am going to get right into the heart of the matter.
The Entertainment
Industry is an entire group
from the PLANK REALM
(ASTRAL-PLANE) that comes
here with an agenda as a large
powerful mind control club.
They of course have no waking world memory of who they all are, back
in PLANK, while here; or very little conscious level memory.
Some of the things that I have
indeed seen and heard over the past couple of decades or more,
does in fact relay to me that they do have, or some of the top peeps
in the bizz, do have limited and small degrees of their true
organizational self, in waking
recall; but only as bits and
pieces of jumbled randoms of
unsolved rhyming. This is where a lot gets interesting, but
will have to wait, because I know where I was going before, and so
did something that was able to totally read my
sixth-dimensional-connection circuit (BRAIN), and then crashed me out
and stole away my words. It is along this very subject that I must
directly go to now, and not waste further time. If you don't want to
hear it, you must stop reading now, or don't blame me when once you
realize what I say is undeniably true and accurate, your life begins
to alter immediately, and in ways that you know you cannot argue, not
even with yourselves. Be warned, as this is indeed a major fucking,
''We were never here or else'' message, from the majestic top secret
level classified knowledge system, and since I don't work for any
government, nor was I ever told that what I say is indeed 'legally
classified information'; no one can legally prosecute me, but I do
feel safer from lawsuits, by printing this somewhat detailed
advisement notice or as some might call it, a Caveat Emptor warning,
which is probably misspelled, but you all get my message well, and
clearly, and we both know this! All I have time for today to get
into, is as follows. First, you must forget while you read this,
anything you ever learned, anywhere, and at any time. Pretend just
for a few dam minutes as you read on, that all you know is that you
are reading, and you can read, and think, but you know absolutely
nothing. I'm not trying to hypnotize you, but I am telling you that
if you will do this, then what I say will have maximum effect on your
abilities to have new and fresh information revealed to you in an
open way, so that you can then evaluate it honestly, in lieu of your
own life's memories and experiences.
When
you think, be it one and one is two, plan a simple budget for the
week, or what you're going to say to your significant other who is
angry at you for something, or any of a million possible things; you
always, no matter what you think, are thinking in your own
voice-sound, you know, the exact sound you would make if instead of
just thinking, you were thinking aloud and speaking. If you try to
think in the sound of another person's voice, it is very difficult
and requires a lot of concentration if you continue to do it. This
plays into a lot more things that will not yet be touched on right
now on this blog, or I'd be all dam day. There is a process of
emotional attachment as well as detachment, to thought as well. If
you suddenly day-dream of falling off of the Empire State Building,
or making love to some gorgeous person, and you were connected to a
pulse and blood pressure monitor and other basic stress tests of the
neurological bodily systems; you would not be able to have a zero
physiological effect, unless maybe, you were Patrick Jane of 'The
Mentalist', a fictional character of the Entertainment Industry, but
let me move on still further.
As
we think, awake and asleep;
we connect into a realm , that the ECKANKAR RELIGION, calls and
labels, the MENTAL-PLANE;
and what Morianity calls the 6th-Dimension. Both in waking and
non-waking life (dreaming-whatever), our BRAIN THINKS. Why does it
think, and what actually makes it go from one thought to another to
another, and interact with stimulus around its shell (THE BODY), and
the world of interactive-emotion? In other words, why exactly are you
sitting and reading, or maybe standing, MY
BLOG right now, instead of NOT
DOING IT. Why exactly will
you either take a drink of water, or something else you want,
if you have access to it, OR NOT,
as each second ticks by right now, as you read on? The next time
someone cuts you off in traffic, why will you do nothing, or curse
under your breath, or shout out and bird flip the car, or any of a
zillion other possible things? Why when you sleep, does another part
of this 6-th dimensional connection, or (your brain), begin putting
you into this DREAM, and that DREAM, or no DREAM, at least that later
conscious brain allows any recall to? Before you even begin to wonder
about the limitless possible ways that even a street bum's life can
go within one tiny hour, let alone say a person with means and wealth
such as Don Trump or President Obama? What the huge majestic level
top secret cover up is all about, I promise you, may appear to be
this thing and that thing, but it isn't. They're honestly way ahead
of all of you, if you really truly believe that hocus pocus fuckign
bull shit. What they are scared shitless about, is THE MIND!!! This
of course leads straight into another fuckiGN trillion sub-let
intricacies and complexities, such as COMPUTER-MIND or machine-mind,
and an ever still larger truth, THE INTERACTIVENESS of human to
machine MIND. But all of that, can still wait, as we;re not there
yet, by any stretch, for me trying to tell anything of believable or
trustworthy significance, and need to stay here at FIRST GRADE, and
worry about the fourth and the seventh grade to all of this shit,
much much later on, should I live and not be killed, as they know I
am opening up some real deadly fuckiGN shit. Shit ans secrets that
are so fuckign huge, that they are losing it right about now, just as
I'm typing these words. It's amazing my electrical power is still on,
trust fuckign me, YO. The realm of MIND uses all brains, in a similar
way that highways use all cars and trucks. If you even get this a
little bit, you're losing it. Are we truly in cars on highways, or
are the highways some magical intelligent entities that need to have
vehicles all over them to feed them some kind of magical energy. I
love to use the word magic, and magical, and I assure you;
I am being very relatively facetious. I am also being bumptious and
arrogant, to think that I am going to get my true total message
across to the masses. But on I go, in my futile attempts, anyway.
Oh
baby, do I have a lot more to say here, and haven't yet scratched a
tiny fucking surface of things.
I
repeat now, before things get even more powerful and wild, people;
you may say to yourself at any time, WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT! But if that is so, then hey, I am not
forcing you to. Just move onto another blog, or whatever; but
don't try and sue me down the line, if and when you should
ever end up going half nuts; just as Joe Paget did, up in
Pennsylvania; on that day, early in this century, up at the Roadway
Security job, where we worked together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
am super deadly serious as all shit.
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
WOW,
I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT!
For
those who DO WANNA' HEAR IT, I'll bring it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life passes
through us, we don't pass through life. Life is the entity that made
this universe go bang, that programmed it all so that I am here
typing this to you, and so that you are wherever you are, and reading
it. But quite obviously, along with just those two items, it also
brought all possible things into a vast fifth dimensional arena if
you will, and we then choose to be part of this, with all the things
we do, and we do nothing, until first, WE THINK. And we THINK
NOTHING, until the HALLS FAWCES of the 6th-Dimension, connect into
us, through our BRAIN. After I paste in my TIME-DATE-WEATHER-INFO
page; we'll take this to one higher step, on this blog of today; kind
ladies and gentlemen. Then if the pace picks up any on my viewing,
I'll tell more. If not, then hey, if you don't care, then why should
I fuckign care, really, it's dam simple as shit? Only who I am
addressing here, the MISTS, the 6-D, SSJKK? WOW, stay-C tuned,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
19, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:51,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-84/L-74).
HUMIDITY
IS 77%, FEELING LIKE 91 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 12.
Well,
it is time to say Holy Moley Call-Ten Callio, right you ugly old fat
drunkard, Robert McGuire, of Atlantic City, New Jersey,
USAESMWG????????
CALL
TEN=CALLIO, HUH AT&T. WEEEEEEE!
Shall
I continue with my tale from hell, and how the sixth-dimension, for
lack of a better way of saying it all; rules and reigns quite
supreme; with no help from any musical groups of Motown, the great
motor-town we all know and love, Detroit, Michigan, USA., or Diana
Ross, or for that matter, any of the great divas of more modern days.
I believe the great Rachael of the Friends-TV show said it all, back
late in the nineties on some music television show, with those five
lovely divas known as, and without any last names needed unless
you've living in a total subterranean cave for thirty plus years YO;
Celine, Aretha, Mariah, Shania, and Gloria. But all joking aside, and
you all know me, I love divas because I appreciate great voices; but
take them all and put them together, and then multiply by 1000, and
as I said, all you would have even then, would be data that has
worked its way into hyperspace, down from the sixth dimension of pure
MIND. Now this is not said to belittle anyone or anything, far from
it. That same data that came down, is me, a totally failed musician,
and a total life failure, cursed, a family cursed with murder and
suicides and incestuous behavior, and I could go on an don. But
folks, you still ain't getting any of it, if you're wondering why I
am here right now with these words, and cannot see that all dots
connect, so let me amplify my long winded speech just a tad bit more,
if I'm dam permitted, great peeps, YO!
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CHAPTER
28-B
SARAH
KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET
If
everything is from MIND, and all that is, was pre-programmed;
does this negate 'free
will'? This is the oldest question in philosophy and
religion, and to some extent, even to the new age sciences of Quantum
Dynamics. But all three of these great marvelous disciplines, are
filled with people who don't know how to take all of life's fucking
shit, and combine it with fictional realities that by pure chance,
happened to get a lot of things extremely correct about the so-called
origins of humanity and cosmos, and these being, Lawn Mower Man 2,
and MATRIX. Without using the characters of Landscaper Jobe, or
Mister Bluepill and Mister Redpill, and for that matter, the great
so-called uninfluenced minds, of those fantastic late twentieth
century syfy creations, called Star Trek, and Star Wars; and on I may
be able to go, but to make the point I want to make; there is only
one real true item that makes total sense, along with all of
humankind's very best and most proficient ideas of everything, and
that is when we forget a few fictional characters, or that they were
fiction, and came from entertainment sources; but realize indeed,
that we must include that all of
everything is a huge GAME, and when we do, we can relax a
whole lot more. All other untrue shit, JUST
MAKES FOR ONE BIG FAT UGLY UP TIGHT 'FUCKIGN' PLANET, AND boy oh boy
oh boy oh boy, we all know that I just described planet Earth
for the most part, right to the fuckiGN cunt lapping tee, YO
BRAH!!!!!!! Hey, don't even mother fuckiGN try lying to me, or for
that matter, to yourselves. Now I am going to take this information,
and do cartwheels and somersaults with it, that will totally break
your brain, as following blogs keep rolling out of the Mountainpen
Factory. That's a mother fuckiGN promise,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
GREAT AND WEIRD 1984 LABS AND OFFICES, &
ENDocrinologists,
AND END TRANSMISSION.
SARAH
KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET
CHAPTER
28
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My
mother fucking dirt bag noisy nabes are going in and out this morning
constantly, and illegally not letting their new doors close
automatically, but forcing them closed loudly, which will show up on
the resident manager's video tape hallway surveillance system, and I
will e-mail her later, Sheriff Mascara, sir.
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
If
this was a real world; some fucking attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the
lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50
contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and
went to fucking HELL, a very long fucking cunt ass time ago; you
rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
There
is no mother fucking way I won't swear. Not with endless cunt fucking
sucking death persecution all over me every single cock licking day
and night!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
did everything you told me to do, and they murdered me, Camden County
fucking cunt Prosecutor, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA. Thanks for
allowing me to be brutally tormented, tortured, destroyed, and
annihilated. Some country you and Officer GWPOS have here, these
totally evil United States!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
of folks are extremely health fucking conscious. I say fine and
great. They love life, and have lots of mother fuckign shit to live
for, unlike fucked up and family cursed Huntington-Mountainpen. So
for me, YO; a
big fat heart wrecking hamburger'll do just fucking fine; YO
MY BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey,
I'll fucking say it six times over, if you like, or if not.
A
GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!
I
came out of horrible nightmares where I was in a parallel universe in
this wild town filled with crazy people and crazy places, one being a
mobile home diner with an invisible kitchen, and crazy customers all
around me, especially the family sitting across from my booth. When
all was over, I had spilled stuff onto their table across from me
somehow, centipede bugs were crawling all around some shit they gave
me to eat, and they did not take credit cards even though signs were
up all over showing visa-master-card, and all major other cards, and
I use bank debit cards with VISA features, so I cam use these cards
anywhere major cards are accepted. Suddenly I am told I am going to
be taken across the street into some deep woods and pounded on
heavily for not paying for my very fucked up rotten meal. I then
awoke to major DOOR ACTION, from the Roach-Motel here at this
building. Insects are not intelligent but rather, work on an
instinctive level for their survival. However, even bugs are used by
the ESS of hyperspace, to indwell, and spy on people as well as cause
them problems, make them ill, and many other things that Morianity
hasn't as of yet even started to touch on. Something that I did
proves all of this, and it goes far beyond the flies at the MAFCO
cafeteria back in 1982, that is discussed on the first third
somewhere in my original blogging story.
We
study math and science. We learn our part in English. We know the
constellations so far away.
We
study other countries, but we don't study people, how can we learn to
live in peace?
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet,
CHAPTER
28
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Pat Holl.
Eventually
this machine will kick in, and millions will die, as a result of
these fart sniffing three years of beyond nightmare mother fucking
assault on me; WORLD, & THAT'S a dam ass total promise, UP
THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already. YO!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCC
Whoever
is doing this to me, and wrecking every single day of my life, for
nearly 30 years now, beginning on 15 August of 1986; scan these turd
chewing rotten sicko bastard scum from hell!!!! I have maxed out your
power gain systems and you are on a major punishment crush destruct
system. Either strike these rotten nightmare dirt bags doing this to
me, and all those whom they love, and hold deer to their rotten
poison viper hearts; or you will be completely obliterated, wiped
out, annihilated, and destroyed!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
G-901,
G-1133, G-189, under CG5555, CG-18, and stop.
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY.
NOVEMBER
19, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-78/L-74).
WIND
IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 12.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 93%, FEELING LIKE 84
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 85 DEGREES.
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
has been done to me by America goes far far far far beyond any United
Nations laws regarding human rights violations, and the World court
at Hague knows this is true, but doesn't dare help me or get
involved, for fear the ESS will turn this planet into Gary Mitchell
Mince Meat!!!!!!!
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Just
put me underneath a nice place like this, to rest for a few
quadrillion millennia, YO!
REST
IN PEACE, RUST IN PISS, OR ''WHATEVER'', MOUNTAINPEN; HUH FUTURE
CONGRESSMAN 1975 ANDREWS?????????? Give my best to Al Pillegi, Donna
Patterson, and Jan Nace the retired stock broker! We're all so dam
ass clueless, Bob old pal, not just my wild Haddonwood visitor, back
in 1995.
Oh
yes folks; Haddonwood was a very wild place, and it has a lot of
transdimensional connections with me, as well as just here in 4-D
space-time.
Tell the Mayor
of Tandyville,
that we're
all clueless as a Mickey Soap-Eye shower,
whoever wishes to relay the message. Then I'll dig them a whole so
deep in the ground, and throw them right in where they'll never be
found, huh Mister Ernie Merker of RPL?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
A $ 3.80 AN HOUR.
EVIL
EMPIRE AMERICA, AND ITS EVIL STOCK MARKET GARBAGE:
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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SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA.
It
sure was nice those ten days when you were helping me in all of this
fuckiGN nightmare, oh great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jesus
Christ, now the Russians hate me again. What is the matter with this
fuckiGN universe, Pink goddess SSJKK?
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE IN SHADE RATIO:
END
TRANSMISSION, BRAH!
I
have to do some things that may or may not work; but if I sit idly
by; I'll be mother fucking cunt lapping dead and gone very soon, at
the hands of evil empire fucking America and Wall
Street total fucking filthy garbage!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
18, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
EVENING, AT 6:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 94%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 81.
WIND
IS SE AT 13, GUSTING HARD TO 33.
I
put up with light distant chemtrailing that made me sick and cough,
and they have been poisoning me for a while now, making me cough, as
well as sicker and sicker, on top of murdering me with stomach death
rays, and death beams, from covert Tesla death ray technologies from
demonic AREA 51.
Spain has it.
What are you looking for?
To copy this nice whittle
photo, Elmer Fudd, for me whittle bwog!
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WE ALL KNOW WHOSE SIDE WALL STREET MUST BE ON, THE SIDE OF MOTHER
FUCKING EVIL ROTTEN TERROR AND TERRORISTS. OTHERWISE, HOW CAN THEIR
MARKETS SHOOT UP NEARLY A THOUSAND FUCKIGN POINTS IN THE 3 TRADING
DAYS THAT DFOLLOWED THE BLITZ OF FUCKING FRANCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO
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YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
YO
Bagman.
Crown
me king, King family, and Checkers Martinez/O.
Spanish
Treasure Galleons, and all secret museums, and secrets of them; yes
sir, old coworker and pal, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, at Cifaloglio, and
resident of Egg Harbor City, on Philadelphia Avenue, and curator of
the Round
House Museum, up north a mile or so near the great Detention Center
they call Harborfields.
So
why did Ann and Dawn King laugh all that time, and watch me sleuth
around, thinking this was not a real place,
and knowing full well that it was?????????????????????????????
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
OR
''WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?
Get
ready for my return, AGAIN, to Haddon Township high school. I'll be
the only fucking jerk off at that dick licking joint who knows it has
been 1966, 1967, and 1968, over and over and over again, well, for me
anyway, YO Bagman!!!!!!!!
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
CHAPTER
27
Yes,
you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office,
has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP
THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON, in the great and powerful
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Only,
she doesn't. She is my creation, and it is not as simple as
Patty-Paula thinks it all is. She can take her threats, her radio
station, and her teasing, and put it where the sun don't shine, right
son of Sam the policeman, not the dangerous serial killer, and daddy,
who said to me, “Who is she”, well, that's not a quote but a
paraphrase. I'm tired of giving glory to total
assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SURE HAD A FUCKED UP REACTION IN 1996, TO MY TELLING YOU HOW YOU WERE
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THAT ''SARAH'' TUNE THAT I HAD JUST WRITTEN!!!!
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makes any sense'', from his son.
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Oh
yes, it was 1910 when I came over here to Trenton, NJ- USA. Now it is
105 fucking cunt years later, and I am being persecuted to death, by
the mother fucking cunt lapping MILITUFORCE. They knocked out my
COMCAST CABLE TV ON ME AGAIN TODAY, around half past two, for a few
minutes. They can do this any time they want to, and there is nothing
that I am able to do to stop it, because we have a fake nation with
fake guarantees and promises of rights and freedoms for all people to
be happy and live without being mother fuckiGN cunt chewing oppressed
day and cunt chewing fuckiGN night, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!
But
it was not 1910 or 2015,
but late in 1983 around middle December somewhere; when I was up in
Orlando, Florida, USA, with good old name calling Howard Solomon.
Poor little fuckiGN schmuck me. Allow me to get a bit more into my
very first day, visiting with my old boss, and Chief Recording
Engineer, from the RPL Sound Studios at 1558 Pierce Avenue, and 1100
state Street, in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, back in 1980. Typo
error, I said a hit song from the great disco diva was using my dream
to tell the story, and mentioned a record album, Remember that the
'0' and the '9' keys on the keyboard are right next to each other,
and obviously
I meant to type in 1989
and not 1980, SAHWEE PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
had been maybe six hours after stepping off the train and not
recognizing this man. When I knew him up at RPL, he wore a Trump-Wig.
He never had any little grand daughters try to pull it off his head
either, ann King. And girl, I wouldn't try it next time you see him,
YO. He'll have his own shit to worry about by then, and he won't need
you or me to aggravate him! I went with Howard to the Publix Store in
Orlando. He bought some groceries, and I only bought a jar of candy.
But while we were waiting in line, and in a very long and very
crowded line, as it was just dark and the dinner hour, and people
were swamping the fuckiGN place, and I observed a man behind me,
after Howard had told me he was going to get a couple more items that
he forgot and would be back in a couple minutes, and somehow this
dude and I got speaking about the long line and I told him I had not
been to Florida since I was a small child, visiting with my Uncle and
Aunt and Cousin; down in Fort Lauderdale. I noticed he had an
employee tag on his clothes, and he worked for the store, but I had
forgotten it was Publix until just a couple months ago, when some
powerful new memories came trickling back to me. He told me it might
rain that night, and I remember that it never did, at least not while
I was still awake through about eleven or so, and it was completely
dry early the next morning, without any sign of water, not on
Howard's automobile, or on his long driveway in his housing
community, that he jokingly refered to, with me anyway, as
South-Levittown. He lived in Levittown up in Pennsylvania, before
coming down to Florida, early in 1983 somewhere. I remained in touch
with him as well as my night boss, Don Cialoni, from RPL, on the
phone, and even visited Don on several nights in 1996 while I was
going to the Atlantic City casinos to play roulette professionally
that year. But somehow the conversation with this Publix worker and
myself, went from rain to my visiting in Florida and just stepping
off the Amtrak Train six hours earlier, and then I somehow mentioned
telephones and how I had kept in touch with my old co-worker and
supervisor, not that Howard was really over me directly, but he was
sort of over anyone who was there on night shift, as he was the Chief
Recording Engineer, and we had several engineers there, who were
subordinates to Howard. Somehoiw this talk just flowed to all of
these things, and the man told me that a storm might come that night,
and somehow I remember telling him about my Privecode machine from
the IMM Corporation, now called the InterDigital Corporation of
course, but I had no knowledge of that until; just a few years ago.
Then he blew my mind and told me how he too had once owned a
Privecode machine. I told him that I was able to use it along with
several other gismos, to talk to lightning when there were storms,
how I taught it codes that matched combinations of random digits to
sentences that I had pre-programmed in so that lightning could set
off a series of codes with a series of nearby strikes, and then I
could hear what lightning said by reading the transposition sentence
log. He listened very intently and then he replied that he was not at
all amazed. He went onto tell me that he got rid of his machine
because it caused some strange things to happen around him. He
couldn't get straight answers from the maker of it, and before he got
rid of it, he took it to a cousin of his who was an engineer. All his
cousin would tell him, this dude told me while we waited in line to
check out our stuff, and Howard still had not returned from getting
those other forgotten items; is that his cousin never wanted any more
to do with him after that, and he said it was reverse engineered from
UFO technology. Later on way up in the year of 1998, one of Paul
Pedersen's pals who also was an electronics expert, took my machine
apart, and told me that he never ever saw anything like it before,
and couldn't do anything with it. It had broken from old age, or
whatever, and I had allowed him to dissect it. This is what he told
me the next time Paul took me to a place that has since burned down,
called the Golden Nugget Bar, in West Berlin Junction, New jersey,
right outside of Berlin, and not that far from Sicklerville if you
were to drive further to the southeast. But back to 1983, and 15
years earlier back into time, while I was in Orlando, Florida. This
man told me that I should get rid of it when I return home, and if I
had other machines connected electronically into it, in any way; that
they too needed to be thrown out. I did not listen, and thought no
more about it, but this began a weird set of events. Howard came back
and we stopped talking. When we checked out of the Publix about three
minutes or so later after the cashier rung up his order, and then my
one item, a glass jar of one pound M&M candies, I looked back,
and no where to be found, was this employee guy, no shopping cart
full of about 20 items or more, no him, no nothing. This had me
spooked a bit, and when I got out of the passenger side of Howard's
car, I immediately dropped the M&M jar, the glass busted into a
zillion mother fuckign pieces, the M&M candies went all over
creation, and Howard blew up like a dam bomb, right in my
face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That night when I fell asleep, I was
back in the store and it was after midnight there as it was in waking
life, and it was dark and closed. But there were a million Privecode
machines all speaking and ringing different ring combinations, and
all kinds of scary weird sounds were echoing all over the place, and
it was a nightmare that was safe to say, a ten on the ten scale, of
nightmares. But as with all things, this only begins to open up how 2
more folks were all somehow involved, the dude that ate in Howard's
restaurant, as well as the young lady and the older woman, in the
office place.
If
only a boat, a small little boat, could only take me away.
Away
to a land, a beautiful land, forever the years to stay.
Written
in 1963, by an eight and a half year old Philadelphia boy, not yet
going by the name of Mountainpen. Oh
those male nurses, and nasty rumors.
What
is wrong with this world,
oh wonderful great daughter of mine?
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
SARAH
KRASSLE
OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH,
HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH,
HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
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HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
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HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
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HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
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HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH,
HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?
I
have the most incredible fucking shit happen to me, and only a god
dam ass fucking hand full of people are interested.
It proves to many a lot of huge things, such as a totally controlled
media and entertainment system, not by government that is out of the
closet, but by shadow government that is super stealthy with
frightening powerful evil agendas to make total slaves out of all the
very poor majority, unless we stand up and fight some day, some how.
Here I am telling shit so huge it would alter the fuckiGN universe,
and make life better if someone would agree to help. But no, give me
a few lousy views when I tell the greatest shit imaginable, while the
controlled media who is behind what goes viral online and what stays
in the shadows of their total control, shows
a nonsensical Youtube posting of a girl doing a weird flip onto her
bed, and it ends up with fourteen mega views overnight.
Why?
Because
this entire thing is being totally manipulated and controlled to
match their agenda system on dumbing down society until we don't even
realize we have become their total fuckiGN slaves.
I know that Judge Judy sees shit my way, and you know, I take great
solace in that, as well as blissful relaxation, that at least I am
not alone,and that the more intellectuals amongst us at least, are
seeing exactly what is mother fuckiGN going on all around us, YO!!!!
Their controlled literature even makes you add the word to the
dictionary of “DUMBING”-DOWN. This is because THEY don't even
want this word used, in that dam context, by us few who see exactly
what is happening all over this stupid new age of total controlled
hell that is agreed to by these morons in their own universe, all
over everywhere, all aged, young and old alike, with their dam online
phones and all this hocus pocus totally abnormal and unnatural
fuckiGN pig shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You'll never ever make me join your
Wesley
Crusher Next-Gen
STAR-TREK 'GAME'.
This is perhaps one of the biggest items, and connections of all; to
this ultimate FUCKING GAME,
you know, the GTNOTG
GAME,
of December
7, 1996,
told to me by none other than the Almighty
Krassle-Lord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
SARAH
KRASSLE OWNS
AND RULES
THIS PLANET
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
ALL BOB BROWNS, BLANKETS, AND LAUGHS ON US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SAID
IT STEVE MURRAY, AND I MEANT IT. I CREATED YOU, NOT THE OTHER WAY
AROUND, YOU ARROGANT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
condition of not being someone with money, has followed me from
infancy, late into my present adulthood, or you might say, now all
the way into my early days of my being, and I accept it quite
graciously; “ELDERLY”! This is why I was not aware of several
things, early into my doing MORIANITY on the internet, via my BOM
(Blogs Of Mountainpen). One of these things took me all the way up to
the year of 2013, I believe in the spring time somewhere of that
year, when I purchased a bunch of sixty-nine cent video VHS tapes, at
the local Good will store here in town; of old original STAR TREK
shows. I never knew that the 1966 episode called, “Where no Man Has
gone Before”, since watching this show on a black and white cheapo
television set all of my growing up life, and lucky to have a working
small model TV at that; showed the so-called area that surrounded our
Milky Way Galaxy, fictionally of course, had a giant lovely pinkish
colored unknown powerful field. I only saw it as WHITE, against the
back-drop of the black outer space, on the show, because all I had
was a black & white TV set. I never saw this show again after
becoming an adult, and still never on live re-aired television on any
channel. BUTTTTTTTTTT, I saw it when I bought the video tape of that
particular episode, at Good Will. Most people alive in 2015 will mock
and scoff and jeer at me when I tell you that I do not believe Gene
Roddenberry was the true creator of this great and fantastic show,
and that I could back it up with video and TV spots that I have seen
over the past quarter century now, one even being a long documentary
on the man's life as well as showing details of his family, and of
his son. What I mean by that has nothing to do with fraud or
deception, in the same way that I indeed am the author of all of my
music that I have laid legal claim to through copyright law, and I
believe that all art, musical, dramatic, and WHATEVER, comes from a
much higher self, within all of us, and even beyond that, other US'S,
doubles all over the vast fifth dimensional hyperspace. All it takes
is just one parallel universe out of the virtually limitless numbers
of them surrounding all of us in this one, to be a member and
participant in what Morianity labels and names (EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY), and if that double of us is indeed operating ever
through us, even for an hour or a day, then poof, the effects can be
far beyond freaking mind boggling. Let's discuss this further
regarding how Morianity's claims to operational doppelgangers in all
of our lives, given virtually unlimited amounts of these doubles that
we all must have, and the mathematics bears me out, and you can all
ask the great wonderful NYU Professor that most of us have by now
seen at least once on the TV, and he will totally corroborate and
confirm that indeed, what I have said to this point is all
mathematically right on point.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
CHAPTER
26
Without
getting Mary Moore, Merry, and their WJM-TV boss, Lou Grant, too
excited here; with dreams, fiction, PHASE-4, and other wild stuff; I
will just continue along now, as if Pearl
Harbor Day of 1996
had never happened to me. OK Mizz P.K. & Mizz Paula Uwich
Prisonerlocator!
When
Mister Roddenberry wrote and created STAR TREK; numerous events
surrounding the needed elements for Star
Trek
to even make it at all on television, in lieu of a new western to
replace the greats of the day such as Bonanza
and Gunsmoke;
are way too complicated for me to even begin trying to tackle right
now, with my readers. Believe me, I could, and we would be days and
days until I dropped dead from a combination of being ill on top of
the onset of exhaustion. It all fits within a powerful bunch of
proofs that I would love to introduce into my blogs, that show that
Gene was a little bit more than his usual Gene-SELF, when he made all
of these great shows, right down the STAR
TREK,
TNG
of 1987-1993, despite his demise late into that period, (The
Next
Generation).
As I type this message, my asshole neighbors are also being indwelt
by their doubles from parallel worlds, to annoy me with major banging
sounds all around me. I know this is all real, and the rest of you as
you lay dying when your time comes, will wonder if there is more
after your body-you lights wink out and all goes dark, and your
physical current lifetime ends, boom. With me, I totally and
absolutely know it will only be the end of a very bad freaking
nightmare dream down, off of my much truer Astral-Plank-Plane
existence. So to be honest, I would rather be me than you, any day,
as I have a total zero fear of death and dying, and you do not! Let's
get back to my blog now, concerning
the TRUE CREATOR of that beyond marvelous television show, STAR TREK.
No
normal person who lived in 1966 when that particular episode that I
am discussing, could have known about galaxy-hearts, or the large
black holes in the centers of galaxies, and in fact, not even back
later on, ten years or so before the end of the twentieth century.
Yet that movie that was of several STAR TREK MOVIES that followed the
original late seventies STAR TREK THE MOTION PICTURE, depicts some
huge power at the center of the galaxy, and Mister Spock as well as
others on his home world of Vulcan, all plotting to force the Star
Ship Enterprise, to go there, and sure enough, when they did, they
encountered a force that just like a black hole would do, almost
imprisoned them there, and almost kept them from ever escaping. Now
back a full two decades from that movie, was this episode on original
Star Trek, where the crew of the Enterprise, went to the edge of the
galaxy, crossed over out of it; and then encountered the PINK
GODDESS;
or some field with incredible power, far beyond any of them; that
nearly ended up destroying them, just as it had done to the Valiant
Ship supposedly, two hundred years earlier. Now remember kind folks,
I saw this show on a black and white TV-set. And if it would make
lovely mizz Speers happy, ''a little one'', even if it wasn't going
off inside some dude's head, or ripping off any artistic material
from unknown helpless poor artists such as Mountainpen. In any darn
event, peeps, I only got to see this thing as white, and never was
able to make any connections to anything. If I had indeed had a color
TV set however, I would have seen that this field of great power,
fictionally of course, but bare with me folks please; was a beautiful
brilliant pink energy. Now the same thing going on with Roddenberry's
black hole at the center of galaxies, before anyone could possibly
have know about this truth, from THIS
PARALLEL UNIVERSE anyway,
applies with the PINK
FIELD OF POWERFUL ENERGY,
that went onto indwell humans with high extra sensory perception
abilities, and turning them into GODS, if you will, as indeed this
was quoted by Gary Mitchell after he morphed into one in the show,
following his encounter with Mizz Pink Goddess, Sarah Krassle. I saw
you on the step-stoop today, Captain Shatner. You know I tell the
truth, and you can all go on forever mocking this Morianity. That is
your privilege, but we all know that I am telling a very powerful
truth here, or put perhaps slightly differently, Morianity is
indwelling me.
People;
you may not understand exactly just how all the things that my blogs
discuss, totally tie together, like perfectly fitting jigsaw pieces.
The less you want to make the effort however, to open your mind up,
and see things from your own lives, that you must be scratching your
heads over by now; then the less you will see. However, the more you
begin to realize that stuff right out of your own lives; your dreams,
your reading my words and blogs for whatever reason, whoever you all
are, and so much more; from wild unexplainable crap in your own
personal lives, to the very mundane every day stuff as well; then the
more you will begin to make the leap, without even putting all kinds
of darn effort into it. Just as when you enter a very pitch dark room
and flick on a lightswith, without any attempts on your part to make
it suddenly brighter and safer; things do instantly become observable
and visible and clear. Darkness turns into light, and stupidity is
replaced with wisdom and awareness. Seeing higher truths aren't
always real pretty, but we can learn to deal with that as we become
more evolved. Three quarters of the poor and the oppressed in
America, are clueless to it, despite thinking they know a few
political and or financial facts of life. I truly urge anyone not in
the Millionaires-Club or the Billionaires-Club, to join my pal
Bernie, who would make a great president for all of us struggling
Wall Street despiser's. It is not that we do not like people of
money, but we know that their eventual plan and total agenda is to
literally make slaves out of all of us, every bit in the same way and
the same sense as the African Americans were slaves just three halves
of a tiny century ago, here in America. I, as he is, am for a major
revolution. A peaceful, non violent total absolute revolution. We
need millions of poor people to vote out any and all people who are
elected to supposedly be on the side of all of us but are only there
to kiss the asses of those with huge power, to throw them out as
quickly as any of us would be fired from our rotten measly jobs, if
we did not do what we were supposedly and originally hired to do.
Goose and Gander. Nothing else in involved here. I make no political
statements, and never ever do I encourage violence or physical riot
type of revolts. In this new age, it would end up beyond disastrous,
and most of us alive now would all die, and you know what, THE
TERRORISTS OVERSEAS WOULD CELEBRATE! So why make them happy, or the
super wealthy happy? Isn't it time to think about us for a darn
change, kind people? Http://berniesanders.com/
I
canceled my colonoscopy procedure for next week, earlier this
morning. I have my reasons. I plan to do this in 2016 if I am still
alive. I do not think that this is going to help me, and I have to
many impeding items that make doing this at this time, very ill
advised. Some dirt bag Milituforce enemy is unhappy right now. They
just crashed my OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM at 10:57 P.M. If this attack does
not break off, I fully intend to counter strike in ways that will be
felt around the world within 48 hours. I promise whoever is doing
this, you and your family will be sorry emmereffers!
This
attack with UTILITIES,
when it begin, is major; and it goes on, and on, and on, until this
evil force decides to break it off and stop it; and then it is
calmer, until THEY
START IT UP AGAIN, SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE.
This has gone on now for thirty years, so I really do think this
makes me qualified to know what I am talking about here, my kind
ladies and gentlemen!
While
I was in the process of trying to cancel this medical procedure, I
was also further assaulted illegally with more utility attacks, on my
telephone, and yes, I reported it all to my AT&T carrier. I
pay my bills on time, and in full, and I'll go on demanding better
service than I get from all of my utility carriers,
even though we all know by now, Mister Billy 1977 Joel, sir; that
this is indeed quite a totally futile effort on my part, leading only
to my own frustration and waste of time! Where are all the bugs
in the rugs,
oh great Library of 1981 Congress, and Mohr
Demo Tunes;
GAP Copyright
Office of WASH-DOCK?
I am not going to lie, great folks out here reading my blogs. Ever
since that ride up to my Behavior Health place several months ago in
the summer time somewhere, where lightning followed me home and tried
her best to look out for me and protect me; THIS ALL GOT WORSE. I
ain't saying it wasn't bad before, merely that this is when stuff
indeed got far worse. Now I do want to thank the sheriff, for
anything that he may have done, if applicable as who can ever know;
for about ten days or so of quieter time; until this rotten junk all
got started up against me again, last week.
I
had a powerful 'dream' last night. I was at my old recording studio
again, as this dream never ever stops, like Harborfields Detention
Center dogged me all my life until finally meeting and living with
the mighty King Family in 2008.
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I
believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that
the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these
things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really
help in all of this; but she called this, the
“Mister Big Shot Syndrome”.
You
don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and not
anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd dam
tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things
will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and me little
peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to
protect the BIG SHOTS, which can translate to two items right off the
bat, any large celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in
the Billionaire bracket!!!!
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