Tuesday, January 12, 2016

CHAPTER 52, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS






GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS



CHAPTER 52











SHERIFF MASCARA, THESE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LOCAL ENEMIES ARE GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T HELP ME GET THIS FUCKING SHIT STOPPED, IT IS TOO COINCIDENTAL TO BE A COINCIDENCE. THE BANGING IN THE APARTMENT BEGAN TEN MINUTES BEFORE WALL STREET'S OPENING FUCKING BELL FROM HELL, AN DTHEN RIGHT ON THE CUNT CHEWING 'FUCKING' DOT OF 9:30 AT OPENING BELL FROM HELL, ANOTHER FIRE ALARM, WHICH YOU ARE ABLOE TO VERIFY OF COURSE, 100%, MY KIND SIR SHERIFF, YO!!!! IT IS NOT BAD ENOUGH THAT THE FUCKING AMA IS PUTTING ME THROUGH A SECOND MAJOR DEATH-WITHDRAW OFF OF MY ONE MILLIGRAM LORAZEPAM DAILY DOSAGE, DOWN TO ONE HALF, A 50% ADDITIONAL CUT AFTER BEING CUT OFF COLD TURKEY AFTER TAKING 4 MILLIGRAMS DAILY FOR 31 SOLID YEARS AND A HALF, BACK LATE IN 2014. THE ALARM WAS JUST DEACTIVATRED SIR, BY TRUSTWORTHY LADDER-15, AT 9:39, BUT IF YOU DON'T HELP ME OUT HERE, THEY WILL KILL ME, AND MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, OH MIGHTY POWERFULL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, SHERIFF SIR!!!!













MAGNESONIC, HEAR MY MIND-VOICE-PRINT NOW WHEN I GO, ''MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM''.



SCAN ALL MY ENEMIES WIPING ME OUT AND DESTROYING INNOCENT BLOOD, WITHOUT A CAUSE. I NOW CREATE AN I-O, AND CRUSH AND SINGE AND OBLITERATE THIS I-O, AN DPLACE IT ONTO YOUR T-B FOR EMPOWERIZATION. I HAVE SET YOUR PPG CONTROL TO THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF 11.8 IPNS, AND HAVE SET THE CONTROLS RIDING AGAINST YOUR PPG, TO ITS MAXIMUM OF 11.5 IPNS. USE G-189 OPEN COMMAND, UNDER G-901, G-719, G-13, G-917, G-14, UNDER CG5555, CG2, UNDER G-1133, CG-18, AND HOLD. ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/A-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER THIS CRUSHED AND SINGED I-O TO FULL, USING BOTH ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL, AND ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. YOUR TONE TRANSFERS TAKE THE OLD STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE TONES AND CONVERT THEM INTO THE TEXT HIGHLIGHTED COLOR TONES, RED BEING HIGH TONE-1, AND BLUE BEING LOW TONE-2. THESE TONES IN MY M-V-P ARE IN THE LONG-EEEEE-VOWEL SOUND;





EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE





EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE





GO TO G-901, UNDER G-1133, G-13, CG-18, AND STOP!



Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi











If I don't run fucking away, out of this evil empire America, Sheriff and AG Bondi, I AM AM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' TOAST, AND THE BOTH OF YOU KNOW IT. YOU ARE BOTH COMPLICIT IN MY SPILLED BLOOD, AND WHEN I AM DEAD SHOULD I NOT MAKE MY ESCAPE FROM THIS LAND OF TERROR AND HORROR, YOU BOTH NEED TO BE LOOKED AT BY SOME ETHICS COMMITTEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







JANUARY 12, 2016,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 9:54,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 54 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-54/L-48).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 87%, WIND CHILL IS 53.

WIND IS WNW AT 4, GUSTIMG SLIGHTLY TO 6.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.








When temperatures are either above the norm or below the norm, THIS IS WHEN MY SIEGES ARE ALWAYS AT THEIR HEIGHTS AND ZENITH. I HAVE OBSERVED THIS ALMOST FROM THE VERY START OF MY HELL-FUCKING-NIGHTMARWE OF AUGUST-1986 AND THIS IS A CONSTANT JUST LIKE TH EMOTHER FUCKING VELOCITY OF LIGHT. As you can see, the past couple of days, a very major January cold snap, has taken temps below normal, and during my last huge death siege attack, they were way above normal. Things only lessened when the weather was more right in the middle area of average and normal. Why exactly this is so, I do not claim to be fully knowledgeable to, only a smattering of raw ideas from raw data collected by me over this nightmare triple-decade HELL!!!!!!!!!! Still, I do know it is real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























Well, Clueless Shoeless Roy and Joe; the question stands endlessly, in all great baseball parks, everywhere; I would suppose, at least since the year of 1988. Is this heaven or hell, or maybe Iowa or Florida?











I am having a direct contact and have been all my life, with what the now defunct ''Project Bluebook'' folks, here in great America call, the alien and saucer situation. Only with me, I do not get that silly part of their game, and they are more straight up with me and always have been, probably because of my exact standing in a cosmic family on numerous fronts, IE, who I truly am, and am a part of, and this is more than one ''who's'' by the way. Now so this blog is not real long as it is not my intention to do a long blog, I will just take the meat and strip out a lot of fat and gristle. When an active dreaming exploratron who is controlling his or her dream, or a (T3E) is inside an object, a person, or some other form of life, there are things one can do to more properly deal with the situation, and if anyone out here ever feel they just might be in the presence of one of them abnd wish to try this out to get a reaction, be my ''guest''. A lot of this truly began in the 1970 summer time in a town just to the south of world famous Atlantic City, New Jersey, called Ventnor. In a wild dreaming interaction, I began to be with a family against my will, of folks who were anything but pleasant to be around. Put another way, if I already knew the exact numbers to a Powerball Lottery Jackpot worth half a billion bucks, you could offer me your wife and daughter as a twosome or any other thing imaginable for a ticket that is anything other than that exact series of numbers. Being with them was like having all these other tickets thrown in my face and nothing at all that I could do about yet, while knowing the one I did want and knowing all I had to do is walk a block to the store and get the right one, Misses Marola Voicemail Exploratronic 2009.





So moving this along, if you meet that person someday that you just might wish to try this on, be my GUEST. You will get that feeling of, ''Gee could there be a chance this is one of those T3E things that Mountainpen talks about on his blogs''? When you do, never make eye contact. Stalk them for a half a minute to a minute in a way they cannot prove, the way they love to do with their victims. While you do this, begin a line of thinking exactly like this. Begin with some simple multiplication tables or adding 5 and 5 and then 10 and 10, whatever is easiest for you. Whatever you do, block all thoughts that you are intentionally doing anything, especially that you are in any way aware of them. Just put it out of your mind and begin sort of following where they are slowly walking, and begin this simple mental silent arithmetic process. But after you do this a few times, begin picturing a bunch of dogs all rolling around in a giant puddle of loose messy mud, getting totally filthy. Then picture some birds landing on them while they stand there, and these birds are changing colors. Then shift this to a scene in your mind to you are suddenly rolling down a big mountain, hitting trees and rocks and falling off one cliff after another, and laughing and laughing while your blood is pouring out of you and your broken bones are protruding out of your normal skeletal form. Do all this in just 15 quick seconds and then shift back to 2 times 2 is 4, 3 times 3 is 9 4 times 4 is 16, and keep going back and forth. Then at the every end, make eye contact while doing this same thing, only be in the cycle of the ridiculous dogs rolling in the mud and the birds coming down and changing colors, and you then rolling down off of a tall mountain, laughing away, when in fact you should be petrified and screaming. This will damage a TYPE-3Exploratron to the point that they will wake up with a bang back in their parallel universe, leaving the person you are standing next to literally in a shock as though they just realize right this second that they themselves have awakened in this place with you and they are in their skimpiest underwear. Do this once, and you will e-mail me and sat to me, you wish to climb on board my new religion, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE for all of us which it most likely is already, anyway, unfortunately. Now if a machine acts up and you want to see if a T3E is inside of it dreaming from a parallel universe, and doing this to you; speak to the machine, or if it is an animal, speak to it. Calmly as if you are talking toy our son or daughter about their day in school, and every bit as much as ordinarily and calmly, begin saying stuff like, what is it like in your universe, and how much longer do you think you will be dreaming inside of my animal (cat) (dog) (bird) (hamster) whatever, or my (TV) (RADIO) (KITCHEN APPLIANCE), whatever it may be. Speak to the T3E inside, and be so matter of fact about it and calm, that since this is so alien to a T3E for anyone to do this, again, it will have that effect of waking them up with a bang. If they do not get out of your (person or thing) around you, and you have followed these instructions without fail and taking this all seriously, then you can know it is not one of them doing this directly to you. But if suddenly the machine repairs itself, or the person acts as though they just came out of a million year trance on the back of a dinosaur, then you know Morianity is real and true for one big thing, and you also know that you can have power over these nasty teasing Irish-Imps and whatever other civilizations have called these things for a very long time; as you already know what Morianity calls them.









Guess the name of the guests. What is this really all about? Well, I was losing my sanity 100 times worse than anything in Florida, and it was the end of the year 1996 and I was residing in a home in Somerdale, New Jersey, that I purchased for 120 thousand dollars in late August when it was settled on. Things around me began to happen like nothing even my life was able to identify with so far, even after shit that already would never be believed. As always, it all tied right into Atlantic City. I tried to tell my old buddy who pretended he did not know or remember me, Congressman Andrews, about this, and he refused to discuss it. Things like this are career enders for anyone in any kind of public life. So why did Mariah Carey pull off that stunt in 1997, and again in 2008; I am led to endlessly wonder? Oh sure, you can say you mean a doppelganger in a parallel universe MC, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT; some things that happen with causation of major hyperspace towel seepage, can just not be ignored, not when you know what I know about the real cosmic triangle of dreams-hyperspace-exploratrons. Yes, it was a town meeting in Williamstown, New Jersey with Bob Andrews, and then a few months later, at his Lindenwold office just down the street from the future home I would come to reside in before knowing it, right on the Somerdale border between the towns; where I told his two assistants working there until Clarence Harris took their place in late 1997; huh Admiral FAA Tech Perry and DQ-DAUT; how Atlantic City was what was wiping out my life, it and Lenny FBI Backburner McKANNON. The Briggbase strikes again, huh Bob Oakangel??????????????



















THIS IS NOT:



JOURNAL TAPE CASSETTE NUMBER EQUIVALENT 25,794



**********with or without the print-zits**********





















Very soon, we are going to quickly engage in the continuation of discussing a lot of new stuff regarding the great game, great because it is HER game, the Almighty SSJK's game, you know, GTNOTG, or spelled out, and given to me in 1996 early on Saturday, Pearl Harbor Day, the seventh of December, “GUESS GTHE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. Underestimating the incredible stuff behind what happened to me early on this day nearly twenty years ago, would be a major mistake on humanity's part, I assure you. But you won't take my word for anything, so I am wasting not only my time, but yours as well. Now soon to follow blogs are going to tell the exact instructions for working the FASCITAR-6-10-system, how to beat the waking freeze fear, how to control sleep after sleeping and waking up, and a lot more. This is not for the faint hearted. Ask monster ass Lakehouse Okay-2-Choke-me Nick. Or better still, distant Cuzz David; I can take my washcloth lungs from 1970, 'booby'; and jail house 2010 Boo; and scrub my hands real good, while my throat gets squeezed, and I get major lied to, by mean nasty scary giant African Americans, toting guns under their suit jackets, and calling themselves the Rastafarian's; and all of this; while also simultaneously getting all four of my automobile hubcaps hammered and broken, while I go inside of a small psychic shop, Mister Games Expert Patrick Jane; to get a Tarot Card reading, after leaving a swim and health club; and before going home to a nice home cooked meal, from my nice whittle mommy, in 1996, and then 33 weeks later, along comes PEE, and more memory loss for me at the great Sam and Son of Sam Highview Christy Cheers Apartments, of good old giant WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN police officer syndrome city (GWPOS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now why the movie called, “THE RING” brought a lot of shit to my mind that made me aware that I had blocked this dude out of consciousness all these dam years, 43+, is not too hard to work with and analyze. THAT WAS THE EQUATION all along; right Nurse Chapel, Doctor Roger Corby, and Gene Allberries Roddenberry, of Blucranville, of all great Incollingo's Grocery Store cup cakes, with transdimensional ingredients???????? And so exactly why didn't the hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me that day for not having proper identification, during that attempted murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran Mysteries. I'll bet you all a million dollars, that super talented and wonder MC, knows a lot more than she will ever tell!!!!!!!!











Things are, as always, way more “intricate”, to quote my comment, to parallel-universe-Paul Pedersen, from somewhere around 2006, give or take a year; at that shopping mall, where there is both a K-MART Store, and an EXXON GASOLINE station; or at least there was, as who can ever keep up with the changing world one hundred percent of the time; and this place is located on Blackwood-Clementon Road, just half a mile north of the Highland High School, up in Southwestern New Jersey, USA. Permit me to post the date-time-weather info, and then I'll get into the specifics of what I am talking about, my kind folks out there!















What to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???













There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. I had shut out the truth from my mind because it was just as hard for me to deal with, as lovely Swedish Venka at Cooley Hall, making mince meat out of my tiny miniscule physical strength, next to hers. When I needed to use that memory however, I brought it back into my surface mental consciousness, over at Tom Chillmo's home, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in 1970, as discussed on prior early Morianity blogging from the first two years of it, in 2006 and 2007. In any event, folks; I am not going to even begin to say all of the things that are involved in 1983, with this mailbox, and yes, I am not going to lie about seeing the man in 1996, thirteen years later, who terrorized my mother directly, and me indirectly, in Turnersville, New Jersey, USA, and the Prosecutors and police refused to help us in any way at all, just like the KENNEDY ASSASSINATION COVERUP AND UFO COVERUP AND because it is all one star family that is behind this, and not whether an individual bullet was magical and traveled in warp drive through a hundred impossible pathways, or whether Sally-Dee and her brother Hadley-Tom witnessed a ''real-UFO'' and even snapped photos. This is all as meaningless as in the grand scheme of all this BRICK WALL, HALLS WALLS, HALLS FAWCES nightmare, as would be a bunch of tiny toddlers playing in Central Park in NYNY-USA, and a nuke bomb is heading for the city and will arrive in a matter of minutes.









This came to me in early 1984 or maybe the end of 1983, in a very nice and polite letter, from the Governor of my state back then, a hell of a nice fellow who went onto have quite a successful public career, Mister Tom Kean. He said to me, in response to my letter to him, that complained about a specific thing that was done to me one day, while I was gambling at the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino, in Atlantic City, “I don't think you want me to (paraphrased-get involved with one particular play) at the gaming table that you mention”, and then he went onto discuss what I had written about, involving an overall harassment I felt that I was being given, by the casino's of Atlantic City, in general. I want you all to focus on that sentence that I admit I do not recall the exact words that Governor Kean used, but it was close to what I wrote in here, in a paraphrase that I put into parenthesis. It is not about any one thing!!!!!!!!! None of this ever was or will be, about ONE PARTICULAR THING. But take all of those particular things together, and we no longer have one particular thing that is going on. The biggest thing of all, is most likely the fact that they have always worried that I would put together something I learned about, when I was in my nightmare mid-life crisis of a sort, and frantically searching FOR MY SARAH, back in the middle nineteen-nineties, huh Misses Estelle Anderson Bassler, of Ormond Beach, Florida, USA?????????????????? Let me go onto explain that a little bit, YO.









I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; but 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, on the first Saturday of July in the year 1969. It seems that Robert McGuire's grandfather was a first cousin to my mother's Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois. One day in the early winter time of 1948, McGuire's grand dad, and her husband, My Great Uncle Arthur or whatever the relation would be, who axed this lady, and her mom, in their dam sleep, in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts; one snowy cold winter's night, before hanging himself in the basement; went to New Mexico on a hunting trip, after leaving a two day mid-west Pennsylvania excursion. They went to a place that I think was called Deer Pass out not that far from nee-nee-nee-nee-ville and the alien bullshit all supposedly went down. To hear this told, we learned from the Exploratronic supermind Society who was faking out that they were space aliens with a magical powerful space saucer with half humanoid-half android entities, supposedly interacted with these men, and even as the Christians would call it, “possessed them”. Normally this is done to us while we sleep, but not in this case, because this was all to begin some major WASHCLOTH-FAMILY thing, that even Morianity does not have all the dam answers to. But I do know one thing about that repressed memory. My mom described that huge Indian descent man with the real large round face and his lime bright green truck, on that day of terror, on 2 August in 1996, ten years to the day of what caused my dam ass APOLOGY-SONG to be written, and that description is about as dead on to the man who exited his lime green bright colored truck, who kicked over my mailbox. On that truck was a photo of some stupid flying saucer and some stupid ass looking alien. My mom also told me about that same thing on that truck thirteen years later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me he was about late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35 to me, when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of 1983. This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on television that I saw, so dam often on my blogs, from 1988, called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”, on WPIX, New York City, TV, YO!!!!

















Holy Jesus Juice and atomic shoes from the Cherry Hill Subaru Plant, 'WHAT NEXT', BIG DAM O, and J. Judy? WOW, could it be THE WEEKEND OF THE RING? It sure wasn't my pants not going down all the say to my dam ass shoes, or any nuclear shoes that got me covertly fired without one explanation, in enemy wealth territory up in Jersey, that's also known as (AKA) CHERRY HILL!











I wanted so badly to be with my Diana (The Lightning Goddess of the Earth), out in the Purgatory, but kept drifting away and out into hyperspace! I can add in here a timeless phrase that abbreviates the very well know terms of “same old-same old, what else is new, same shit on a different day”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD















Blockbuster and places like this have all gone out of business. I will be talking to the K-MART and the Walmart electronics managers to see what to do and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, to rent and buy video and movies, as this online shit can go suck my dick. I am not buying and trusting giving out any personal info, and I am therefore unable to do squat on this fucking cunt lapping computer and internet! I WILL get that dam movie, THE RING, and I WILL learn what I need to learn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!































































































ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS IS (THE END)!!!!







GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 51









WOW WHAT A MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY THIS WAS, AND WHY THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL NOT, AS THE NUMBER-DATE IS ONE-ELEVEN. NORMALLY THE ELEVENTH CUNT CHEWING DAY OF BOTH JANUARY AND NOVEMBER, EVERY SINGLE DICK LICKING YEAR IS SUPER FUCKING BAD FOR ME!











NO ONE WOULD CALL ME BACK WITH HELP FOR MY MEDICAID PROBLEMS, AND I COULD NOT REACH ANYONE EITHER. WHEN I HAVE THESE TYPE OF UNREACHABLE-TELEPHONE DAYS, ALL THINGS FUCK UP. MIKEY WANTED ME TO TALK TO A FRIEND OF HIS REGARDING THE GAWNUM EQUATIONS, AND I DID NOT GET VERY FAR WITH THAT EITHER. SHE DID NOT SEEM TO BE TOO ENTHUSIASTIC AS HE HAD TOLD ME SHE MIGHT BE. I WILL TELL HIM THIS WHEN HE CALLS ME TONIGHT. THINGS ARE VERY VERY MOTHER FUCKIGN HORRIBLE FOR ME, NOT JUST TODAY OR IN 2016, BUT FOR 61 MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE CUNT LAPPING YEARS NOW!!!!!!!!!!











I have tried so mother fucking hard all of my cunt lapping mother fucking life, AND NOTHING EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DICK LICKING WORKS FOR ME, YO; N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW THAT GOD HATES YOUR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' TOTAL ASSHOLE GUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











MY ILLEGAL SCUM SUCKING NABES FROM HELL, WERE REAL BAD EARLY THIS AFTYERNOON, AND ALSO ALL MORNING LONG, DEBRA MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING HELLHOLE PUBLIC PUSSY HUFFING HOUSING SHITHOLE; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!

















WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, PINK FUCKING GODDESS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????




















Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi





WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

???????????????????????????????????????????????????







THE END, ALL MOTHER FUCKERS EVERYWHERE!!!!



GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 50









A lot of people don't like stories that appear to be made up as they go along. Well, to quote my LATE-UNCLE Stuart Huntington Mason, “Tough Beans”!!!!! Every mother fucking year, my Florida Medicaid benefits are fucked with, no matter how hard I try to do all of the things expected of me by law, for re-certification. The computer is hacked, so going online to try shit is impossible, and then even when I did what I did this year, sign a power of attorney of a sort over my benefits to some part of my HMO people, who try tackling the problem for those who seem to have major difficulty as do I, and STILL it fucks up, and I get canceled, and go through hell, trying to get back on my legitimate medical benefits. My income and present situation never changes, and all I get is my Disability-SS money, and I live in a public housing unit, and that is that, and nothing ever changes, yet every mother fucking cunt chewing year; Pam Bondi, Florida Attorney General, and Kenneth J. Mascara, County Sheriff of my county (Saint Lucie) here in Florida, USA; I get royally mother fuckiGN screwed. There is no way to win, year after year after year. This evil government puts me through fucking hell because they despise me, and want to covertly murder me, GUYS/GALS!!!!!!!!!!!!









I am having a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY. Ever since shortly before WALL STREET'S OPENING FUCKING DIRT BAG HELL BELL; my nabes from cunt huffing mother fucking hell are screwing with me, making constant bangs and doing this same horse shit that they do, to fuck with me, and annoy me to death; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, and ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, MA'AM, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi





Photo: Full moon and Earth











Alerts Map










Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing.





Advisory Colors Key
Winter Storm Watch
Flood Warning
Non-Precipitation Advisory
Flood Statement









Hey Clueless Poolroy and Shoeless Joe Jackson; is this HELL or FLORIDA?





    Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces

My PhotoImage result for images free funny faces

    Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces













JANUARY 22, 2016,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:07,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 60 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-60/L-50).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, AND WIND CHILL IS 59.

WIND IS NW AT 7, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 9.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 68.

IT IS FINALLY FEELING LIKE FUCKING JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!





WELL GOOOOOLLLLLEY, SARGE; AM I JUST DREAMING I AM BACK AT WORLD LABS ON PYLE AVENUE HADDON HILLS, OR IS IT REALLY FUCKING 2293??????????















MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.






















FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.



























































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













































































































Why do I make such a big deal out of that STAR TREK episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, you may wonder? Well peeps. It is because it proves Morianity and its teaching concerning the Exploratronic Supermind Society, YO. That's fucking why, YO!!!!!!!!!!






There is no way that I have not figured out some amazing truths, and there is no way that I am not getting reamed and pummeled as a result of telling these truths on-line!!!!!!!!!! Still and all folks, there is so very much more to be told, and the surfaces of all of it have not yet been scratched, and that is a total promise, my kind folks out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




A lot of people don't like stories that appear to be made up as they go along. They want an author to either tell a story, or write a journal without a lot of story telling and opinions and theories. Unfortunately, Morianity does not operate in the usual literary way, and indeed does make it, as it goes along, not UP. Nothing is being made up, and I could care in the least if people want to puke at me and scream 'liar'. A WD-HACK just happened (Word-Disappearing) at five shy of ten. No one could have my life and my story, and a blog, and tell things any differently, so folks like Terry Eggharbors can go take long walks off very short ocean piers in shark infested areas for all I give a shit.





For a prime example, I am open to all new ideas and all new information. I never said I am some well educated super scholarly person. I try to learn as much as I can every dam minute and every dam day, and then I incorporate the new input, into Morianity and this story-journal. 1964, John Foreman, the Treymore Hotel, and some other things, all are an opening precursor to things that led me to the Trinidad Hotel of Atlantic City, and all that came along with that place. All things in matter worlds have to have origins and beginnings, in those worlds, since time-lines are a part of what matter worlds inherently are. When I discuss how the DREAM-FORCE (ESS) operates; one must bear in mind that I am in a learning process, even while teaching those things that I do already know. So before I sit down with my fictional Adam's Sin Apple and Gary Mitchel's Catharian Apple, from Star-Date 1312.4; Star Trek time; I must tell you that I enjoyed a 2015 History-2-Channel show that just aired from 8-9 this evening, and I find it extremely connective, how it talks about the Cather, however it is spelled; some religious group that is more a cult than a regular religion, and what it believes, which is extremely similar to Morianity's Exploratronic Supermind concepts. Then doubling that up with the Star Trek apple conjured up by Pink Goddess's protegee, Mister Gary Mitchell; and the odds for this all being just random nothingness, begins to rival all billion dollar plus lottery jackpots. I can back up what I say mathematically, but no one would understand except a few Kaku types who most likely are not reading me. So then, why dam bother to waste time, mine or yours?????????????


































































































#****(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))****#




***(((((]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[)))))***


]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[

KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES
MORNING LIGHTS
DESTRUCT SWITCHES
GARY MITCHELLS
AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS








Folks, you may always use the following link to take you to a location where you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!





Have yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else, YO! How can you worry about your dam job, Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie Green, you've got a dam heart, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!





Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001148157
1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001189027
1989



Resort results by:









Save, Print and Email (Help Page)
Records
Select Format:
All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages
Enter your email address:



Search for:
Search by:
Item type:




















Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu002153196
1996
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
SRu000332786
1996





Notice also, great folks of Planet Earth of all times and parallel worlds, being scanned from, via Lunsat Distance-Delay, and other technologies, after the string of lunar satellites are orbiting our lovely moon several decades from now; how the great United States Copyright Office, when they put the order of my musical projects together on their web-page, that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!! This infinite being has infinite energy, that isn't even energy as our understanding presently identifies this with, and as I said; this god who has many countless beautiful awesome names, also becomes a personal god to each and all of us. How can it be heaven if this is any other possibility? This is why it is such a dam shame that we mortals of the Earth's waking world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over this beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We cannot ever truly understand her, even when we are with her, and while in hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million Poolroy-95 dudes, all strung together, and clinging to the wall of a pool!!! So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand this in the future where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows, and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966???????????????? Or is he playing a game with not only me with this, but for all I know, with countless others out here who remain in the shadows, or are nuts by now, such as Security Guard Joseph Paget, from Pennsylvania??????????? Many will say it is multiple choice answer 'C', you know, that Mountainpen is just a total fuckiGN crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence that proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story from 1995 through almost 2016, after all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over; and this is just that one time out of that gargantuan number, where it is all just a series of inconceivable coincidences. To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Using this one example to prove how people are used in this game that I did not fully grasp when I was humanly introduced to it back on PH-DAY or December 7, in 1996; one movie about the center of our galaxy containing an inescapable force was proven correct by science decades later, so why not PINK GODDESS out beyond it as a perimeter PERMISSION BARRIER???? LIKE-WOW-THAT, Mister Macy, red and high roulette numbers, R. H. WOW-PASS, sir???????????



The ESS is true, only I am sure my name for them is not THEIR name for them. As said before, I believe that Project Aunt Jeannie is the tunnel or the bridge or the gateway if you will, for bringing our universe together with this DREAM-FORCE of travelers. The shows “Time Tunnel” as well as “Stargate” and so many others, are all part of the EWDI system or Entertainment World Disinformation System. Disinformation is the most powerful tool in the magic book of distractions and other smoke and parlor tricks of the MIB-Society.











View the previous imageView the next image
Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL


Camera Animation
Choose a duration:
Step backStopPlay/PauseStep forward
* Broadband connection recommended



.


Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet



































Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)


BWADLEES, WHAAAAAAAA!

Daryl Jones, Daryl Jones.




My Photo


© 2016 Blogs Of Mountainpen

Mark Wayne Mohr





Just why would the ESS go into people who make wonderful entertaining productions such as STAR TREK, and especially the episode with PINK GODDESS in 1966? Really, it is quite simple. As with all things, there never is only one answer or one reason to a question like this. For the most part, the ESS is an advanced part of humanity that enjoys amusing games no differently than we enjoy a great video computer game and board games and whatever games. But in the case as this, when we examine how these same people were used (those who created and founded STAR TREK) by the ESS, it was a little bit more than just a game. PIK GODDESS loves games too, but sometimes her games are very serious, and we had better learn someday to take them seriously, or else. In order to do that however, as with anything; we need to better understand the game. Maybe we'll never fully comprehend all that is behind the OZ-CURTAINS, while trapped in matter waking hyperspace in bodies; but as I said, it is somewhat essential that eventually humanity grows up and tries to at least, on some basic level. Those same makers of STAR TREK knew about the center of the galaxy black holes, and any trekker and fan knows the movie that proves the ESS was indwelling these makers of this show an of course knew of this, so why then is not the same deal here with PINK GODDESS, outside along the edges and perimeter of the Galaxies or at least ours? If one, then why not the other deal; is all I am trying to get across here, kind folks???












































Contact me
On Blogger since December 2011
Profile views – 632


My blogs

About me

Gender
Male
Industry
Occupation
Location
Introduction
Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests
Favorite Movies
Favorite Music
Favorite Books
When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?


Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.






































Mark_from_nj











CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 0


















































© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015

© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

My Photo
















WeatherBug Photos







    THE GREAT AWESOME TWB; YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!





      Image result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny facesImage result for images free funny faces





You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















































.
Live Camera image from Imagine Charter ES NAU
Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore
View the previous imageView the next image
Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL
Camera Animation
Choose a duration:
Today
30 Days*
365 Days*
Step backStopPlay/PauseStep forward
* Broadband connection recommended















.























My death is at hand. I cannot keep fighting forces this powerful, day in and day out, it has been 50 mother fuckign years of this since age eleven, and /I am all mother fuckign worn down to a cunt huffing frazzle now, kind mother fucking folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











I am going to send letters to the AG and the office of my local congressman who I hear is a real great stand up kind of a guy, as Mikey seems to know a bit about him from living a decade or so here on the Treasure Coast of Florida, before moving south to the Fort Lauderdale-Miami area a couple years ago, after his brother Joe was forced to sell most of his Fort Pierce beach-front properties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



END TRANSMISSION.

No comments:

Post a Comment