The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 83, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 83

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While we are awake, we think we have control over what we think. Think about it real carefully folks. Do you really? Can you decide you are going to think about bright red shoes and nothing other than bright red shoes, for five minutes? How about for one minute even? When we manage to control these thoughts, over those that flood into our BRAIN from the MIND REALM (D-6); this is when we can then go to sleep, and decide before falling asleep, that wherever we wake up, we will first think the thoughts that “I know I am dreaming, and must learn to become aware of it, and to eventually control my dream-double who I am dreaming through”. Do you even begin yet to see one trillionth of what is happening to you and me and all of us everywhere, here in cosmos?

HEY FOLKS:

Now one thing I am very happy about. The stock market was up in three digit points today. Yes, you heard me. I said I am HAPPY, in fact I said I am VERY happy about it. Why you ask? Good. That means you're freaking paying some attention to Morianity. Mountainpen merely is the tool or new-age-prophet, delivering this Morianity or QUINTESSENTIAL-TRUTHS to waking world carbon-based consciousness, and AKA 'humanity'.

when the market goes up, and I didn't get persecuted to drive it up; then I do not care if it is up 8,455 points to close at 29,773.16, folks. All I want is not to be dam persecuted to death. So folks, do you blame me for that for heaven's sake, YO? I seriously doubt that replacing a nine dollar auto wiper is going to wipe me out, or a fire alarm or two. I can live with that, and I can live with an up market, every day for a decade. I told you all, I am not against these people, it's them who seem to vitriolically be destroying me. So------ JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, Fonty and Twinbay.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, PATTY AND STEVE!!! Oh sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force travelers, or as Bob Andrews said it so great, back in the middle nineteen-hundred-seventies, 'whatever', guessed by now about these powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess' sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ''3-D us'' of adultery and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or don't believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE at age thirty, and I too was yo9unger there. I am a few years his junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here. Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of 1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Hey. I'm not trying to get Cousin Callio all worked up or excited here with all of this, but it is all the truth, and it must be spoken on Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!!

Over in this other parallel universe, Steve and I became very good friends, until a very disastrous event happened. Now before going on here, I must tell you that the crazy nutcase that Patty had fallen madly in love with over here, was not around there. He either was never born in that world, like with that great Jimmy Stuart Christmas movie 'IAWL', or merely was not living or working anywhere near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or in the New Jersey 'Delaware Valley' area. If this was a more distant parallel universe, he of course could be working in the same building that Patty was back then, and they still may never have crossed paths, but this is a very close-in (localized) PAU000204015 (PA-U). Funny how Microsoft did that. PA-U is for Parallel-Universe, and not a musical project copyrighted registration number, WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!! T3E scum are inside my fucking cunt computer, persecuting me. They almost crashed me and while they did, I was on page mother fucking eleven of eleven, getting a major JANE DIRTWEEDS THISTLETHORNS ONES ASSAULT!!!!!!!! Now let me compensate for that attack wit my fives-numbers, please, folks. YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex; huh Mister Pedersen, kind sir?????

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I know you think I'm crazy, Sheriff and AG Bondi, but I know I am not. So does a great Theoretical Physics Professor up at NYU. All you have to do is contact him on his university e-mail page. I know he will tell you this is all real, and that humanity merely as was the case back when Steve and Patty were in my life then, four decades ago, merely has not caught up with me and my awareness of applying major truths right out of advanced quantum dynamics equations, into the life-laboratory. Scientists are vehemently against experimenting on themselves or making the life around them a laboratory. I on the other hand have done this for decades, and in fact wasn't given a choice in the matter if I wanted to go on living and surviving here, in wherever it truly is that I am, and even Einstein never got that one totally figured out. Go ahead and ask the great Professor Michio Kaku.

Applying these transdimensional real-life-lab-truths (TDRLLT), to the every day equations and mysteries of human waking life, using this MORIANITY provided to the people of this world through MOUNTAINPEN; will most definitely allow things to be seen in totally new and advanced illuminations, BUTTTTTTTTTTT a mot more than this also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This opens the door to why scriptures that to this day are read by the doctrinal experts in haze and mystery, to become crystal clear, such as the one that I already have decoded for you all earlier on this very blog, citing one out of a thousand examples. Now as for Steve and myself, Admiral Colombo Perry, and other numerous soaking wet scattered towels; right down to pretty purple, pink, and blue highlighted bangs and side curls worn by NON-NASA super curly girls of non-Jefferson Street revelation-dreams of the middle nineteen-hundred-nineties; without coming to see recurring dreaminginteractions as powerful hyperspace activity, none of this wisdom would be possible, even if th egreat Kate had beaten me up at Dairy Queen. And whether she is the great K.P. Or not over here in this universe, that lovely and wild tall teen queen of 1997 is over there, and over there, she kicked the living shit out of me that day where Clarence and I were and trying to get a couple of mother fuckiGN hot fudge sundae snacks after leaving Atlantic City that summer day at the Abseacon Dairy Queen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-O-W! Now don't go thinking that all of this did not happen here. Here, she may or may not be the great K.P., and I don't know or care, but she screwed up my day as well as any future help on finding my SARAH, to quote Misses Ormond Beach Florida Bassler, so let me come on down now and land this fuckiGN thing, here in my local neck of these Roker-Hyperspace-Woods (LNRHSW)!!!!!!!!!!!!

Steve and I are very good life long pals in this localized other band of time-line 4-D 'Space-Time-Mind' STM. That is until recently. In this universe, he came down to my area and worked under an assumed fake identity over at my local freaking Publix Grocery Store for a short time. Over there, he has a very fowl mouth, and became a very mean person, after Patty Hollister dumped him for who else, and yes; he is alive and well over in that other universe, going by the name of Roger. He loves leaving notes for me, in powerful dreams. I knew that no one would take me too seriously if I said they were just POWERFUL DREAMS. Well, they were, and I told you, I will eventually come out and tell the amended true version of any experiment that I should even feel I need to run on these dam ass blogs of mine, YO folks.

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This is why I take towel-seepage so seriously. But my nightmares are my own, and they are personal; and I have shared them only because I have been targeted by this horrible GTNOTG game, and its controllers, the more than 100 and less than 1000 Dave Roth magic words of 1988 GUESTS, Otammite enemies, ESS dream-force T3E travelers, and yes, WHATEVER the congressman and I may call them, beyond those 3 “names”.

As I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance: Using the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was before you went.

Here is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and shit.

Lay down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews! Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.

STEP ONE OF FOUR:

You need to feel divinely blissful. In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet solitude; you must learn to daydream. Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally of course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So find something in your life that totally tops your number ten list for things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach the end of step-1, we move onto step two.

STEP TWO OF FOUR:

This is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT TEN TMES! Once you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.

STEP THREE OF FOUR:

This also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly 6 TIMES. This is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined, whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to command your astral-body to leave you and go on that imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past 3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and other situations. Once you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.

STEP FOUR OF FOUR:

This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise, will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just like all of you do. But you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR to make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self (astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point, this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility meter!

So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. 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.

So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine.

AND I LOVE HER MORE THAN ANY WORDS CAN SAY!

The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 00000.

Miserable rotten Patty the exploratron, is in my computer fuckign with me, as she was back in 1998 and 2008. She has placed a new hack into my system that I'll be calling, the FONT-SIZE-FREEZE-HACK (FSF-HACK), from now on, Federal Communications Commission and Federal Bureau of Investigation. This same shit from earlier has fucking struck me, YO, Bob McDowell, sir, retired and home relaxed, if reading me later on, and remembering your old Cooley-Hall pal from Dan Mackey's cool ass class!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, gimme' a break Bob. The second I try to paste in Patty's Highway House of Quintessential Halloweens, with or without daut-Merry being punished in 1974, for not being a RGG!!!!!!!!!!

END TWANSMISSION, ELMER FWUDD, YO!!!!!

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. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold, and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of the 2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, and how WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.

Folks; how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away you're maybe thinking, “Christ, he's not going to talk about his daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass repressed memories”? No I'm not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I suppose that Boston is as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Arthur Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with an ax, in their sleep. What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF YOU PLEASE!!!!

Gorgeous inmate Alice Ciminelli said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick Wooooooolf's Law& Order. She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for short), “They have all the power”! Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the quintessential anti-bums. But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the power; only all the power in the prison system. The billionaire's have it all, and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon, suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie; another great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”. This sudden coming upon her, while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or how true might be a bit relative, but still; this knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious matter. It is called, MORIANITY. It finds us, we don't create or find Morianity. Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!

I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!

WHAT CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 82

I think that THE WEATHER BUG is a very wonderful and amazing computer application. WEEEEEEEEEEE!

I was just given a major mother fucking computer black hat hack while attempting to merely post up the local weather. No one seems willing to come forward and ever help me to get these mother fuckiGN nightmare Milituforce enemies off of my goddess dam fucking miserable rotten back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 28, 2016,

THURSDAY EVENING AT 5:36,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 68 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-71/L-64).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND WIND CHILL IS 67.

WIND IS SW AT 7, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES--61.

Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong? I hope my mouth works a little better than poor Tommy's, Mister ADA PHASE-4-Jack McCoy.

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

***“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”***

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days.

FOLKS, I TOLD YOU ALL OF THIS BACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2012. DID I NOT, YO????????

I am the Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't you dare fucking mock me; Mister McNulty!!!

OH MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA, I am here to tell you that I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNISHED FOREVER IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night folks; I was in another one of my recurring dreams, to use mortal lingo. Let me elucidate, elaborate, and cry on your shoulders for just a seck; great peeps. And now here at nearly the end of the third quarter of this twenty-eighth day in January, it seems every single night or just about, I am in some really awful and fucking ass terrifying major monster ''nightmares''. No peace for me right now, anywhere in the entire multiverse. Hey, I probably have some fantastic ass lives somewhere in hyperspace, but MIND is not permitting me any access to this, not here while awake, and not in other parallels of reality, while asleep. I was up in dam Jersey just earlier today not far from Atlantic City, and was in Atlantic City at a roulette table, in some very bizarre outlandish wild parallel universe Atlantic City. I never ever saw a casino quite like this one. To say it was a wild experience wouldn't even put a small fucking dent into the truth of the matter, friends and fiends out here, YO!!!!!!!!! This total asshole was with me, and we were both in Atlantic City, as well as also back in the Hammonton-hangin' around-neck of the great meteorologist Al Roker's famous woods, area. How I'll always love that super cool dude; you go AL!!!!!!!!! But with or without any town forest fires, Jason Forrest, disco divas, pop divas, pop king break dance moves, other garage moves, radio stations of Jersey both online and on air, such as WFMU and WAYV; this total moron that I was with was no one that I know from this world, yet good old towel-seepage exists as this person is sort of a combination of several total fucking assholes who I do know from right here in the waking world. This dude was causing me a lot of major grief. A lot of it is not really too safe for me to be blogging details about. I therefore won't be doing it, at least not for right now.

I don't need to be getting into lots of GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS as well as EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY stuff on this blog. As I type now at 5:58, a FIRE ALARM IS SOUNDING HERE AT PARK TERRACE PHA BUILDING, here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Ladder 15 will be responding soon, most likely!!!

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Oh wonderful lightning, please don't ever leave me, beautiful baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 81

This was a very powerful and interesting day, with a lot of weird things happening around me. I may or may not get into all of this, but let's see how the blog goes, as I write spur of the moment and rarely work off a sheet of basic notes, not that I never do, mind you!

I went to my cunt case clinic today, up in Vero Beach. I used to call it Oven Beach in the warmer season, but today was pretty nice. It poured a lot of rain all day long, and other sections of Florida were slammed hard with storms and even an EF-1 rated twister, down in the southwestern necks of Florida's great woods, in a place known as Brevard County. Yes kind folks, it rained its ass of in my county all day and in the afternoon, to me it felt hot because the humidity was high, and yet it was not real hot, and my car ran on just outside blown air not wasting more gasoline and yet remaining cool for me while I was driving.

I told you Mikey had stopped drinking back in twenty-eleven or early in twelve, and had been a pretty heavy consumer of the old alky-juice in his day. He called me tonight around just shy of half past six, and I am just about positive that he was feeling a little bit spiffed and tipsy, if you get me' drift, me' maitees! We both have a lot of personal woes and problems, and my Milituforce enemies or HALLS FAWCES, are really doing a bang up job in destroying our entire lives! Oh well, to quote my late Mommy-Dearest, AKA Moomy-Deaest, “Mark, this is Earth, not heaven”! SHEEEEEEEEEIT. She is totally and absolutely correct.

This morning, as soon as I got up from slumber, AKA TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON traveling (normal dreaming); I did not feel very fucking good, kind folks. My body was struck by some kind of a death-ray Tesla assault Milituforce weapon. I was on and off the fucking toilet until it was time to leave and drive over to my whack job clinic. Something has been stolen out of my kitchen cabinet. It was there, and now it is not. It's just that simple, Mister fucking 1969 Henningsen! I was set back nine bucks, because I know that some mother fucking dirt bag, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; cut my windshield wiper blade on the passenger side. Before going off to my clinic, I had to stop over at the local auto parts store to buy a new wiper blade. I need some protection, Sheriff, sir. Thank you kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 27, 2016,

WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 7:40,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 65 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-72/L-64).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 64.

CALM WINDS ARE GUSTING SOUTHERLY AT 22.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-129.

OH PAULA, OH OH PAULA; I AM LOOKING FOR MY WONDERFUL PAU000204015 (NON-MICROSOFT) PAULA KING, THE EXPLORATRON QUEEN!!!!

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Yes sir, in on or off of the Avalon Beach club of Fort Pierce, Florida, U. S. A., ''that's just reality, son''!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PATTY IS FUCKING WITH ME BIG ASS TIME, FBI, ACLU, AND FCC BOB MCDOWELL. I GOT FROZEN OFF THE BLOGGER DOT COM WEB-SITE AND HAD TO GO OFF AND REBOOT UP AND RE-COPY MY WORD PROGRAM DOCUMENT. LET'S SEE IF IT POSTS UP, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, AND FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MA'AM, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

These ESS mother fuckers are weelwee weelwee on me' ol' mother fucking noives here, YO AG, and Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus fuckiGN Christ Almighty Goddess.

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, January 28, 2016

CHAPTER 83, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

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