CHAPTER 36, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 36

OUCH, PAULA KING-WAYV-FM!!! My blog has been hit and ruined, SHERIFF, and I have fucking surcome to another MAJOR UTILITY ATTACK!!! Now I will tell you what happened before I awoke this morning, kind viewers, and for the record. It was powerful and amazing to say the very least. I was stepping back down into regular consciousness in slow stages. We all step up and down between being awake and being asleep, in quite a few mini stages of brain activity alteration, that is only presently measured in waves such as alpha and theta and delta and along these lines, but I promise you that all of these states have additional fractions. In other words, yes there are number integers of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and so forth, however, there is 3.5, and 3.6 and 3.61 and 3.62, so hopefully I am being successful at drawing you a pictorial and digital comparison here, to help you get what I am saying. Normally, conscious mind never allows us the waking-world memories of many of these conditions that as a result of their being there, cause us to have staged and stepped dreaming interactions in reference to being here and wakeful with memory to this. Professional 'dreamers' meaning not those merely 'having dreams', such as ESS-MEMBERS, and perhaps others, as who can ever tell; but folks, they actually use these mini-stepped brain activities, to harness much of their advanced exploratronic somnambulism activities on their doppelgangers who are actually awake in their own universes that parallel this one here, in the vast gargantuan multiverse of full-hyperspace. Last night, after Diana and I had been at a lovely park with awesome gorgeoyus waterfalls, I began to ''fall asleep'' away from there, an dI instantly became aware that I was heading back here into this lousy Mark Wayne Mohr dream, where I find myself an old 61 year old man, a total failure loser lightweight who is completely totally miserable, cursed, and fucked up, to quote my wonderful and so nice distant cousin Donald. As I thought I was waking up, and perhaps due to the unusual circumstance, as again, who can ever know such things for sure; but Diana grabbed me and she gave me a super gigantic sloppy wet kiss, and her long canary yellow bright and unfathomably silky soft hair, was dangling into my face, driving me beyond wild and mad with total inconceivable passion, and I was trapped for an instant, in-between two worlds, and then I suddenly found myself beginning to wake up only I was right back in the experience at the waterfalls in the purgatory. I wanted to stay there, so I immediately began to will myself into a parallel universe where the most possible similar thing to the experience out in purg was actually happening in some universe in the vast hyperspace. As soon as I managed to accomplish that task, there I was, in a parallel world with a lovely tall teen blond, at a park waterfall, engaged in an extremely passionate kiss, and I was a young man of the very same age as I am when I am with Diana, a 23 year old seven foot four inch muscular hunky dude by the name of Ricktofarious. However in this strange parallel world, I came to learn my name was Halamo Turner II. I was no longer sleepy so I knew I could remain there and not 'wake up' back here into this Mark Wayne Mohr nightmare dream, at least for a while. Long story super super super short as shit, kind people; after we had the most beyond wild hot sex imaginable, we sat at some table bench in this park, and the girl whose name was Zudakie Mellinko, and yes, she spelled it, and that is it; told me that she already knew I would be arriving. When she said that, I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by it, and soon came to know she meant it quite literally. She was a famous psychic in that parallel world Earth-Planet, and it was the year 1962, and things were sort of similar to how I remember them as in this world here, back in god dam 1962. She told me that I needed to learn a powerful truth back in my world. It seems she summoned me there, to be in the physical body of her boyfriend. Whether it was just a nickname or a real name, all she would call me, after telling me my true name, was Lou. Then she told me that I could be told some stuff that would alter my life back in my parallel universe, completely, that I could live like a king, and could have anything I want forever. She went onto say stuff that was so mind bending, that even if I could remember it, I wouldn't dare mother fuckign blog it in a billion vigintillion eons, kind folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It had to do with colors, association, and a slightly different way of thinking where, almost as my mom used to talk about and believed in so fervently; simplify all kinds of thoughts into what mathematically could be associated with lowest common denominators. She also discussed applying what I call symbolism, with this wild color-science to quote her verbatim here. She began with the simple discussion of memories in people, and how they do not act like tape recordings, just as you all heard me say and discuss and blog, countless times before. She told me how she knew the biggest secret of all, that when people remember things, even color blind people, somehow and don't ask me how as it all made sense perfectly until I ''AWOKE'' and then it was all just a bunch of garble and jumbled up random nothingness. She told me that we automatically perceive things in electromagnetic memory and associate things in present times with this coloring as well, and thus is why five people all describing the same exact things, will see a different truth, right down to colors of cars or hair or whatever. It had something to do with the fact that we never remember one thing isolated, but to quote her, “We remember in combination with a box of other things around it, like a main event and then a sub-event”. We only recall a box of a full sub-event, no matter how small the actual memory may be, right down to seeing a dead ant on your hand. Then she went onto say a dozen or so other wild things and instantly I realized that even winning th power-ball lottery Wednesday night is child's play. They had no gambling since 1953 in their world, because the simple truth of randoms being merely disguised patterns, was totally discovered by a wild professor, and guess who that was in that world, but the great wonderful awesome NYNY NYU Professor Michio Kaku, over here in this world. THE ENTIRE FUCKING AREA WAS STRUCK BY ANOTHER TRANSFORMER BLOW OUT, FUCKING UP THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH OF THIS BLOG. I WILL TRY TO REMEMBER SOME OF IT. FBI, ACLU, WORLD COURT AT HAGUE, THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL CUNT LAPPING LIBERTIES. ALL THE LIGHTS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WENT OUT, YET THE ONLY OUTLET IN MY APARTMENT HIT, AGAIN, WAS THIS ONE WHERE MY COMPUTER IS CONNECTED INTO. IT SHUTS OFF AND I HEARD A SUPER LOUD FUCKING BANG. ONLY UFO SHIT CAN PULL THIS 'FUCKIGN' SHIT OFF KEN MASCARA SIR, AND YOU KNOW I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, WHOEVER THESE MOTHER FUCKIGN BASTARDS OUT HERE ARE. THIS HAPPENED SOMEWHERE AROUND 8 MINUTES PAST 10, ON THIS SUNDAY NIGHT, AND AFTER A MAJOR 'FUCKIGN' ELECTRICAL AND UTILITY ATTACK, WE ALL KNOW WHERE THE MOTHER FUCKING STOCK MARKET IS HEADING TOMORROW, DON'T WE, STRAIGHT UP TO THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' STARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thin happened because HALLS FAWCES know that I already know Wednesday night's POWER-BALL LOTTERY NUMBER. They fucked my entire blog, and I will not be able to get it back to where I had it. This is why Diana's turd chewing brother, did what he did to some local transformer outside, that somehow makes this one outlet in here go off for a split second, and then my document is ruined even though th system is supposed to be protected with battery back up, and this IS PROOF THAT I HAVE REAL HONEST ALIEN UFO SHIT GOING ON AGAINST ME, OR THE ESS, AS I SAID ALL ALONG, KIND 'FUCKIGN' SHERIFF, SIR, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE IS THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~-hack), FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS XCOMMISSION, BOB MCDOWELL FROM COOLEY WORMHOLE HALL OLD BUDDY. This is when I know that things are real mother fuckiGN bad. 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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Computer, you know what needs to be done, and I better see some mother fucking results, or else you'll be totally destroyed. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ALL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ALL COMMANDS, AND STOP! There will be zillions of dad and destroyed mother fuckers for this assault on me!!! THAT'S A CUNT EATING PROMISE!!! Nobody takes the ESS seriously, only me, the one going through all of their mother fuckiGN dirt bag HELL, what a pussy huffing fuckiGN total shame!!!!!!!!!! The girl in this parallel universe told me that I would have problems if I tried to blog this story, that they are watching me, the ESS, not her. She was showing me how when I would wake up slowly in stages, that it would be pure child's fucking play to remember that it would be pure child's fucking play to remember the stuff she showed me and told me. I can only try to redo what I said. It is only meant for me to say things one time, and if I try to do it again, it will never be the same because FAWCES are using me to do this blog, and other FAWCES are trying to prevent me an d are shutting me both UP and DOWN, illegally, SHERIFF! The police and the county sheriff have to know this electrical shit is being done to me by some strange HALLS FAWCES, either that or they are blind, and god help us if ISIS ever decides to fuckiGN attack for crissake!!! I'll never be able to get the blog back the way it was meant to be, more towel seepage, you know, going back in time, shooting your grand dad and changing fuckiGN shit in your new dimension and time-line, and not FACEBOOK'S TIME-LINE! I will be saying it all fucked up and different this time. Depending on how important it was to be told in its original form, will be how many are killed in coming weeks in major major fucking disasters, and that is a promise!!!! I of course have no way to know, only MAGNESONIC can know that, and will respond fucking cunt eating accordingly, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the enemy ESS agents don't want told, in cooperation of course with agents who reside awake in born bodies from right here in this universe; is how I was almost able to retrieve so much valuable information, but that only a very few minds and brains are wired by pure chance, on seventh dimensional circuitry systems that are way too advanced for me to even begin attempting to discuss intelligently on a blog with any Earthers from the year of 2016; and my mind is not one of these, such as Al Einstein's, where these FAWCES can communicate powerful mother fucking information from parallel advanced places in the fifth-dimension, into a few of those type of brains systems, and it is merely as a result of being connected randomly in a very unusual way into the lower sixth dimension of pure mind. Shortly before I came awake, I saw two people walking into stores and purchasing the POWER-BALL LOTTERY tickets, that had all of the balls correct other than for the actual POWER-BALL. I remembered the numbers when I came awake here, but not what the girl who paralleled Lightning Goddess Diana had told me. She said that I needed to get these numbers, and with about 120 dollars, I could win a gross 400 million bucks, by doing something. I blocked this entire thing out of my mind until I began this blog around nine or so. Then it hit me, suddenly. She said to buy these numbers, but buy them as many times as there are number values to the power-ball number. I do not play lotteries, so I don't know, I think it goes from number 1 to number 60 and costs two dollars for a play, so 2 times 60 is 120 dollars, and I think that was what she had said. She also told me if I try to tell the story, I would be seriously fucking persecuted, and SHGERIFF SIR, I JUST WAS!!!!!!!!!! It is all coming fuckiGN true. She also gave me the five numbers for Wednesday, and she said to buy all the power-ball numbers along with those 5 already known numbers. I have no intention of playing these games with these hyperspace traveling fools, and could care less about your stupid fuckiGN $400,000,000.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I do care about is my story, and my AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT carrying this true story out to this mother fuckign multiverse. The police here in Fort Pierce an dthe Sheriff, Kenneth Mascara, all are totally and fully aware, that power has again been blown out near to this apartment, and was another ATTACK ON A LOCAL GENERATOR. Somehow, this has a direct effect on this one outlet where my computer is, and only with ESS-UFO-TECH can this kind of incredible mother fuckiGN bullshit be pulled off, an they know it, AND THEY ALL KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT THEY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' KNOW IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remembering things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in bnoth time and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull you into their dreams to get kn owledge from us, and this is done to secret agents a lot, and I am not aloud to discuss more about this, but it has to do with the original STAR TREK MOTION PICTURE ad the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great production was more than a ''thought in the minds of some Hollywooders''! Another mother fucking (`~-HACK), GAP-FCC!!!!! The girl who was with me in some parallel universe was a very sophisticated android from yet another parallel universe, but the real problem is that all of our gods and goddesses are super androids with super powers that make them virtually omnipotent, as well as omniscient.

Watch this mother fuckiGN bitch fly up 500 points tomorrow and 1700 points this coming fucking cunt lapping week, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF, A NEW FUCKING HACK IS ON ME, WHERE MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' WORD DOCK SYSTEM, KEEPS ADJUSTING TO HUNDREDS OF PERCENTS OF NORMAL SIZE, FOR NO REASON. SOMEONE IS HACKING MY 'FUCKIGN' CUNT DAM ASS KEYBOARD, WITH A KEYSTROKE-WORM-VIRUS, AND I KNOW IT IS MY ROTTEN 'FUCKIGN' DAUGHTER, AND HER ROTTEN 'FUCKIGN' HUSBAND, SHERIFF; AS THIS ALL STARTED IN 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So who else could this be????????????????

JESUS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CHRIST IN HELL!!!

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HOLY HURL HICKUPS FOLKS; WHAT GIVES HERE?

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Hey, whatever is going on, as with most if not all things in my life; the great Congressman Robert Andrews, as a boy and a teen, said something that reflects this truth here and now, for me, and that is, and I quote: “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 35

BOY OH BOY, MOOMY DEAEST, TO QUOTE WONDERFUL, INTELLIGENT, AND QUITE LOVELY JUDGE JUDY; “WHAT NEXT”?????????

JANUARY 3, 2016, SUNDAY NIGHT AT 7:56, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 60 DEGREES FNHT. RANGE TODAY-------(H-67/L-60). RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 96%, WIND CHILL IS 60. WIND IS CALM WITH NW GUSTS TO 11. TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0015. I am very fucking sick and tired of being lied to and screwed with and jerked around. I don't give a fuck if it is those cunt lapping worthless phony televangelists who do nothing but lie and tell people it is always ''their year'', or people telling me what I am imagining in my own personal and very real life, from being ripped off by music industry giants to this nonsense with my odoriferous body. It is all just me being mother fuckiGN played with and jerked around, by total mother fucking asshole jerked off people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that is all that it is. AWESOME WHITE HOT TEEN QUEEN Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet, AND I LOVE HER SO!!! MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016. Lock me up in your lighthouse, Queen of Pink! See if I cry and throw any shoes. MISERABLE MOTHER FUCKING WHORE JANE FONDA WITCHBITCH THISTLETHORNS NONOBREATH JUST GOT ME AGAIN WITH ANOTHER ATTACK. 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555 THERE IS MY FUCKING COMPENSATION, YO!

What would I do without shithead Jane????????

Maybe enjoy me' ol' fucked up life again a wee bit, lads and lassies. YARRRHH there maitees!!!

Oh me' arm, Patty Paula King, CRUNCH!!!!!!!!

ALL LOVELY CUTE SAVANTS KNOW; THE END!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 34

BOY OH BOY, MOOMY DEAEST, it is a dark and 'sprinkly' cool day in Fort Pierce, Florida, or what Mountainpen calls, a really lovely day for a change. NOT HOT, NOT SUNNY, NOT ALL DRY and JUNKY. It seems that old Poor Mountainpen Richard Franklin has coined another dam word here, peeps; ''SPRINKLY''!!!!!

It's a beautiful 61 nice cool degrees, and a lovely breeze is blowing. Lovely drizzle and dark large clouds fill the entire horizon, and the only thing missing, you all can guess by now I am quite sure, kind folks; Diana Arteemis, AKA the Lightning Goddess.

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If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW!

NICE WONDERFUL BLOGAUD, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY

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MY LOVELY YOUNGER DAUGHTER PEE, NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. STILL, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE A NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE OFFICER SHOT ME IN THE BACK, AND YES, COMMITTED MURDER; WHEN I KNEW TOO MUCH IN THAT WORLD, ABOUT THE GOVERNOR, GIVING THE GREAT LAW AND ORDER PEOPLE THEIR WONDERFUL SUPER SHOW IDEAS WITH THEIR ''SHALVOY'' GUY. HEU, I AM ALWAYS GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE; LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I am sure you remember, my loyal long time followers of Morianity, I knew about his very private sexual affairs, just as with the SHALVOY deal on the greatest law show ever, L&O, only my thing was back in the late twentieth century, whereas the SHALVOY deal on L&O was around late 2007 and into 2008 or in that range of time. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! When will I be believed, if ever, oh great wonderful powerful SHERIFF MASCARA, and lovely blondie A. G. Bondi?

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!! Just why am I an integral part of the Washcloths? WE COULD DISCUSS THIS FOR WEEKS ON END, STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!! THIS AIN'T AN EASY TOPIC TO JUST CRACK, 1-2-3 BUT I WILL PRODUCE ONE EXAMPLE FOR YOU. Back when these blogs were new, on the original site where I had blogs 1-5, and this blog #6 had not begun yet as the late 2011 hack had not struck that blocked me out of using that blog other than as a viewer that at least allowed me to paste my own stuff into this new blog-6. Back in the first two years of my blogging, 2006-2007, I talked about a great Disney kids show, called the Lizzy McGuire Show, where lovely teen queen Hillary Duff, got her start in acting. On that show, something that I said almost word for word, four sentences long, was spoken by Lizzy if I remember, and I admit the details are fuzzy. I do remember blogging it, and when I did, the event was much closer, and I had a very good recall even though I only saw this show one time. As you know, I kept life journals on a cassette tape system, taping my residence situations, my times out in my car, and my times at work as a security guard. My life was literally Kennedy-Nixon-Whitehouse BUGGED! She was discussing how, Lizzy McG that is, something we do can have a profound effect in ways we never could imagine, nor would we give a second thought to. She went on as did I, on my tape one day, before the show ever first aired; to describe how if she did this, and then the person who it was done to did such and such as a result, and after six moves along the chain; this could practically lead to a very large event like a disaster, or who knows what? Just by giving someone on a bus a really nasty facial expression after they smile nicely at you, could make them say the wrong thing to their boss in half an hour, getting them fired, leading them to drive recklessly on a California freeway, and strike a car filled with ten children; one of them who may have gone onto become a U. S. President, another maybe someone who cures cancer forever, and still another one who writes beautiful songs, one song touching the heart of some monstrous dictator who without hearing it, would start World War Three someday. You get the picture here, and yes, in that example, they all were killed on that highway crash. I am glad the show was made, and that I am being monitored by Briggbase people, who now live as the Entertainment World for the most part; and if I can do something positive for humanity, even totally indirectly; then great!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is about how little tiny things can effect really huge ones, and was the biggest flaw in the greatest Star Trek show, voted on their 30 year anniversary nearly two decades ago, Sarah Tribbles Kessle; called, “City On The Edge Of Forever”, when McCoy had that encounter with the drunk man, back in 1930, in New York City, and his fazer-weapon built up an overload charge that made him disintegrate. He may have been an old wino bum, too old to have any other children ever, but that still does not mean that he could not have set off a chain of events that led to something huge, just because he maybe gave someone a smile, or a scowl. So as to me and my WASHCLOTH-THAT-FAMILY of 1970; this is not some easy 3-D discussion!!! It will take a lot of time, and quite a bit of further study and serious analysis. IPYT. Yes you may have guessed, I made an error. I mixed up a few shows. The Lizzy McG Disney show from back earlier in the millennium was about how I said we all probably have gigantic know-folks chains, or if everyone we knew was legally forced to take everyone who they knew and then they had to do this same thing, and so on, and place them in Central Park in NYNYUSAESMWG; the entire park would fill up with people within about a dozen moves along this chain. Out of these would be some celebrities, some politicians, some extremely wealthy folks, and so on, right down to maybe some ax murderer like my cousin Arthur Huntington the latengrate, and all sorts of very interesting guys and gals. You can also do this same thing on an EVENT-CHAIN, where unlike the show that I mistakenly said was doing that, I also discussed this on many of my writings and also from back in th eighties and the nineties, where merely frowning at someone on a bus while on your way into your job, could lead to World War lll, or any one of dozens of things from nothing significant at all to all sorts of wild and unimaginable things. Life as I have said right along, or the world, same thing basically; “is a very amazing place!!!!!!!!!! There are times when a subject (previously targeted unaware person who is used by a dream-traveler) is used but once, and then there is the repeat customer. MUFON peeps take great interest, or they claim to on TV shows concerning their activities; to be extremely fascinated by those who are repeat customers, that is of course, customers not of their own choosing, such as when we as consumers choose to go and shop at the department stores, and grocery stores, and whatever. This washcloth bunch from the parallel universe where the planets in our solar system are closer together, not really larger but just closer to each other; and precariously endangering the continuation of life, due to eventual collisions, and other problems we needn't concern ourselves with right now. When they chose me, as Mark Wayne Mohr in this exact universe of atomic agreeing vibratory signatures; it most likely is because of large fifth dimensional values, or said in real plain first grade English, other me parallel's as well as me here, all fit into something that pertains to them and their goals of survival, due to what Morianity has discussed many times, but never in enough real detail I suppose, and that is HSTS (HYPERSPACE TOWEL-SEEPAGE). Now, after this is all factored in, comes the even greater group of 'Y's, to all of this. We can begin with why would a little poor non-billionaire nobody, connect into any possible item, in any conceivable way; that connects in the remotest potential to this parallel world surviving their soon to be doomsday, from living in a bad solar system? Right away, a few are also wondering, wow you buttwipe, maybe it isn't dream travelers, but real transdimensional vessels that cross over into our universe, in those big UFO crafts that we all know have some reality to them, no matter how covered up they are by the authorities. Well, I won't say it is impossible to make a vessel that could move through the fifth dimension, but it is ahead of any science reality known to even the time of 2290 and World Laboratories. It is fiction, but it isn't supported by fact, even way out there. But I know that I am able to dream travel, and even create objects, when I am not in a tangible constraint, such as being awake physically in a shell-body. I have flown around in huge UFO type ships created right out of my own (DREAM-MIND). This happened. Whereas discussing vessels of a transdimensional technology, may exist in a thousand years or a million, and with the same ability, be able to enter antimatter realities and with extreme speed near light, after enough time, move thousands of years ahead in a short time by their standards, and in antimatter where the electron is running backwards from all matter worlds, the vessel being far ahead in time, would be far behind in time, if it then returned back into matter worlds. Now this is as I said, a possibility, but I already know that ESS and dream-travel is real, so why fuckiGN screw around speculating on shit as far out as that? Now I said back on the third of May of this year; ''Lilly and all other flowers can just go ahead and laugh at me all that they wish to. I know the truth, Professor Kaku knows the truth, and this is why I have to be humanly sacrificed in this evil world and nation. When they cut me open in the ME's office after my death for the autopsy, then they will be sorry for all that has been done to me, but I will be telling SSJKK that my life demands justice, and this world will be thrust into a giant fire when the sun goes nuts''. You see, back on 05/03/2015, I was still clueless about the parallel universe where both my pal Brad Messenger and I had been PULLED-INTO by exploratrons. By now, I know that some out here are wondering just how 'PULL-INS' really operate, you know, just what are the mechanics to it, since you explained how dreams-hyperspace-exploratrons all operates, in some detailed clarity; yet only use the term of PULL-IN, and never get more into it. You are quite correct, as I have been trying to figure out the best way for me to attempt to explain it all to you. I frankly do not trust one single human being in the smallest degree, let alone any of the gods except for MIDDIE, the Programmer, you would say the Almighty. Mother-Daughter-Electron, MDE, or MIDDIE. Yes, the seventh day was HER UPLINE VACATION to HER UPLINE equivalent Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue. This to both of us, is a beyond extremely special day, quite naturally. The twelve tribes of Benjamin in the Old Testament Bible is where known humanity stems from, according to those of the Christianity Faith, and count me as one of them. I merely know some shit that I am no way in hell supposed to know or remember, not even fragmented. But the endless real mystery is none of this. But rather, it is why then do beings this powerful next to us; allow shit to all happen, when this was what caused me to know all of this stuff in the first dam place? This is what I termed back in the autumn of 1987, and told this to my now dead pal, Mister David Charles Roth, AN EVENTAL TIME WARP. Don't confuse it with the TIME PARADOX, concerning the hypothetical traveler, who does a major experiment, by going back and killing his grandfather, to see what happens to him; along the lines of that silly 'BACK TO THE FUTURE' movie nonsense. All real quantum dynamics folks and astro physicists know, that the murder event, merely splits another fan blade dimension off, into two worlds that were one before that happened. One was where the grandfather was not shot and the other where he was shot. The shooter is living in the one where he was not shot. A very similar thing can be witnessed by putting electrons through a special screen, in a controlled lab-experiment. The electron is a fifth dimensional part of nuclear reality. The other parts that comprise the atoms are always but three. This creates the real power behind why things all work as they do. If those not ready to accept total world peace, ever really understood what I know about this, the world would be doomed in a short time. We as a global order are not even close to being ready to handle type-3-civilization power! To bring that scale to life, with all we know and can do right now, this scale places our technology as a global civilization type-0. This scale goes from type 0 through type 3, and don't take my word for this, as I am sure a few minutes of Googling will get you to a trusted website that confirms these words. When I came to this paragraph on a blog from last 3 May, the system stopped working and I had to click the mouse, and so I figure that some part of HALLS FAWCES did not like that part all that much, so I pasted it into this blog. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster! Thank the gods, the quarterly pest control building spray will be coming up on the eighth, not too soon here in fucking ROACHVILLE. THIS DOES A LOT OF GOOD, HUH FLORIDA INSPECTION AND HEALTH DEPARTMENT? I believe, sir Sheriff Mascara, that they are not real roaches from my universe, but rather some type of hybrid mother fuckiGN imposters that have been sent here and they really are advanced humans from parallel worlds, and when I do kill them, they just wake up out of their dream, as ESS travelers. This is what our wonderful world authority is keeping us all from believing, as well as making people like you sheriff sir, believe that I am just a mother fuckign nut case crack-pot. Someday in the Astral Heavens, we'll be sipping on a Jeemalena Puhatuko Soda, as out there, you enjoy that an dis your fave I believe, with an incredibly strong tangerine flavor along with light cinnamon, and you'll be telling me how sorry you are for not believing me back here in this nightmare dream that we're having, well, I am, you are having a much better one than I am, sir Sheriff! There are things going on fifth dimensionally, that are so beyond the possible abilities of any blogger, even if 100 Einstein's could all merge together, to successfully tell the message to those who in my opinion, do need to receive it quite desperately, and never will in the current lives that they are living as larger parts of their true PLANK ASTRAL SELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTT, I intend to conduct some thorough research soon, on the recording artist Marilyn McCoo and her great and powerful FIFTH DIMENSIONS, as I do not believe this seemingly coincidental yet quite unfathomable symbolism just defies Mister Yogi Berra and his very famous quote, “It's just too coincidental, to be a coincidence”! Yeah, “I'm just your foolish toy”, PPK; so don't bust my poor little arm up too badly, big lovely goddess!!!!!!!! We're two dead people, Mike, Dave, and Steve. It just endlessly goes round and round and fucking round. You know what folks; I am going to just FLY AWAY!!! Talk about lawnmower men like JOBE, jacking in, YO! Please don't even get me going here, Mizz Eckert Farma, from Berlin, New Jersey, back in early middle July of 2003. THANK YOU, flooding and all!!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, time to aim high now, and wonder what strange thing REALLY did happen, with my dad and myself; despite the fact that I never met Mister Einstein or came aboard the great Battleship Eldridge; yet both of us had our service paperwork interfered with, in ways not rationally explainable. My father was told to keep his mouth shut, and except for horrendous fucking nightmares that woke him up screaming, during the early years of his marriage to my mom, as told to me in vivid description by her upon numerous occasions, HE DID. Also, another small exception was his sleep-talking. In January 1974, he visited me and mom at our Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, just a couple of miles west along the famous Route-30-White Horse Pike, from where Congressman Andrews lived at the time, or just off of it, in Haddon Heights, on OAK AVENUE. The memories of this weird shit, right around the time of the mysterious death of my mom's cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald from a ''supposed-flue shot'', was when I was told one day that I was no longer in the branch of the U. S. Merchant Marines that I joined and even had an ordinary seaman's card in my wallet, all legal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where will this all lead to, and end; great KING AKOSLEM (Lord Jesus Christ”????????????????????? Yes, JUJU, KING AK, and everyone else out here, now, and later on, via Lunar Satellite Delay Field Scattercloud, (LSDFS) in most parallel universes and here most likely; it is indeed time for me to AIM HIGH, and start investigating Mizz MCCOO and her great symbolic 5-D music group. The big-planet people of washcloths and hand washing are observing me quite carefully. Whenever they want me, it looks like they've fucking got me!!!! People make movies about hypertime such as Clock-stoppers about the two kids who got their hands on a watch that slowed time down, back in those Lizzy McG days, when Britney's little TV set was in full swing, huh mister Bernstein Lavino Backstabber? Hyper-Time or compressing time, is not something that is scientifically discussed seriously, unlike expanding it with time dilation, caused by accelerating to velocities more than about ninety percent of the light velocity constant, or as the mathematical symbol for this goes, 'C'. To many subatomic forces however, all human carbon consciousness runs in hypertime. To some of the insects living here amongst us, we humans live in dilation-time. A bee sees approximately sixty times faster than we do, at least a honey bee does, according to all of the biological research that I have conducted and studied. The electron, despite its great speed, is opposite of the honey-bee however, and runs in hyper-time. We search for life on other planets, and never realize that many forms of intelligent reality, simply run way out of our time, be it in extreme hyper-time or extreme dilated time. If things atre on a major time scale variation to each other, neither of them ever realizes that the other thing exists. This is why no one understands Diana, Stacey, and her spirit form of electron, (MDE-Mother/Daughter/Electron), which in reverse is more along the lines of FATHER-SON-HOLY GHOST. Things on conscious waking world Earth for us humans always seem to get reversed, at least for the vast majority and in the vast majority of the time! No puns intended, but yes, they're there! To all of that, I will simply add, ''WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE''.

JANUARY 3, 2016,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:18,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 61 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-67/L-60).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 94%, WIND CHILL IS 59.

WIND IS NW AT 10, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 11.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0008.

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Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway.

Diva Shania, and her colorful non dreamed city of major song rip offs, merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to many truths and secrets, about both music, and its interaction with Mountainpen (me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the government, and its agencies, always side with the big superstar people, the big giant moguls of the business world, the top folks on the ladder rungs that are nearest to the fucking cirrus clouds, and this no way excludes the mighty and wonderful GAP United States Library Of Congress Copyright Office, and what they did to me in the late summer time in 1980, in favor of Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, of the great world famous superstar Gibb Brothers BEEGEE music assholes; and their theft of my pal Tom Glenn's arrangement, on my LOST LOVE SONG! Yes sir/ yes ma'am, the great and powerful (GAP) © OFFICE, always sides with the big wigs; and screws shit up, and even alters documents TO FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY FUCKING CUNT CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won't bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fuckign ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How I love Hollywood and movie phonies who go around acting so nice and doing charity work, while they and their spouses rip off poor song writers, unable to protect themselves against giants. What a phony fucking rotten land we all have and share. I am just 'soooo glad' that I have done the majority of my mother fuckiGN time here, and will be dead before too much longer, AND OUT OF MY CUNT CHEWING MISERTY, sir Sheriff Mascara, old pal, and great Mizz Bondi, State-AG!

Obviously we have to begin with Control+F since the statistic is begging for it. Control+F, or Command+F on a Mac, is the keyboard shortcut for the Find command. If you're in a web browser and want to search text on a web page, pressing Control+F will bring up a search box. Just type in that search box and it'll locate the text you're typing on the page. Control+F may work in other applications, too, when you need to find something. For example, Microsoft Word and other word processing applications use this keyboard shortcut.

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