Wednesday, November 28, 2018

BLOG 74 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN






















BLOG 74 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN



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''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''





CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3



























THIS IS THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING SUPER DEATH BOTBAR, AND NIGHTMARE SIEGE, AND HELLISH ASSAULT ON ME, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, IN MANY MANY MOTHER FUCKING YEARS; KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!





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BOY OH BOY DO I WISH I WAS LIVING IN RUSSIA. ANY PLACE ON THIS FUCKED UP GLOBE WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS NIGHTMARE NON-FEE-FREE-MACY-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.

WHOEVER ASSAULTED ME TO DEATH ON THIS HORRENDOUS DATE OF NOVEMBER 28TH, 2018, AND IS PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULTS, NEIGHBOR ASSAULTS, AND ANY AND ALL OTHER DEATH HARASSMENTS ON ME, IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.

















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GO TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











If anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see MAJOR GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY BUILDING AT AROUND FIVE THIS CUNT EATING EVENING, AS IF TO LET ME KNOW THAT THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING SLEAZEBALL SHIT EATERS, HAVE ME RIGHT BY MY COCK SUCKING SACK OF THRILL ROCKS AT THE SPEED OF MOTHER FUCKING LIGHT SQUARED, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





This is a dying mans utterance and legal declaration, and thus this blog is a legal and binding document under the law. If I am found dead in this rotten apartment, I WAS FUCKING MURDERED, AND MY BLOGS TELL ABOUT ALL OF THOSE PERSONS, WHO HAVE GREAT MOTIVES TO COMMIT THIS MURDER! They have tried to end my life stealthfully and covertly, for thirty two and a half years or so now, Sheriff sir; and Mister former retired ADA of Camden County, NJUSA Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz Senior; knows fully and totally well about this problem. He told me numerous times that my problem is very real, and that is being done by “big-business”, and that without me somehow getting him proof, he simply cannot help me. He definitely wanted to help, and I had many conversations with him, as did my mother. His exact words to me once were that, “If I could get Donald Trump to confess his crimes against me for years, he would contact him, and say to him, Mister Trump, come down to the office here, and I wish to speak to you”. Naturally, Mister future President#45, is not stupid enough to ever be caught, and most assuredly is not about to ever confess, any more than he will release his slime ball taxes to the public; breaking the presidential tradition of many many mother fucking decades! Naturally the cold hard reality is just exactly what Dawn-Marie King said it was, and quite often she repeated those Marcucci words of wisdom to me, “Mark, it is what it is”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, do we really need a king who doesn't 'think' but 'KNOWS' that he is simply better than all the rest of us? Well, this is what we will have in six more years when Teddy Coolie and his ops go into full green ops!













Yes people, this is the worst day now in about a decade, or definitely on the top five list, and THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been given horrible cramps and major fucking diareah, major chemtrailing attacks, and major neighbor assaults!!!!!!!!! For those that do not believe, like Williamstown Giant Comey and many others, that “his country does in fact do things like this”, I politely wish to remind all of the skeptics about Mister David Waco Koresh, and the super loudspeaker government assault that was used. They use NOISE PERSECUTION for one great powerful non-oz reason folks, BECAUSE IT MOTHER FUCKING WORKS, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this is not the big secret that I will now tell you all on this blog for a retaliatory strike. If you want lots of hearsay, I could tell you a hundred stories shared between ADA Ron Wirtz Senior and myself. But hearsay is not a powerful argument. Anyone can blog and claim that anyone said anything to them. The media asshole that said that Tallahassee Mayor Gillum was married to T.E. Ross is one fantastic example of how much weight should indeed be given, and in fact is given, legally; to hearsay! I would much rather tell you something and then say hey YO, think about the facts now and then do your own research. Better still, if I can just present a powerful bunch of information that simply cannot be disputed by any intelligent rationale, that is more wonderful. When I blogged that little tiny bit of shit about a casino system a couple of weeks back, POW, I was hit hard and fast. This is the shit that the HALLS-FAWCES seem to really fucking cunt hate with a cock sucking passion. So that is what I will do, and yes, I fucked up and said five times, then two times, then five times, and I meant five times, then two times, then two and a half times. As Bruce Pennock said so often back in the goddamn seventies, “I'm human YO, not perfect”. That's a small paraphrase. WEEEEEEEEE, so sue me, but don't hacking USE ME, or you might just end up breaking TWO TOES with your TOWTRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may well remember, even back on those 2006 and 2007 blogs, I also discussed MIND-HACKS. The Tellosians are amongst us, and I know that Mister late Gene Roddenberry and his crew know that, so I won't even dream of insulting their mother fucking intelligence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just who is living inside of the great Paula King? The King and the Callio families have been a major fucking thorn in my side for many decades, and I have only been aware of that reality for half of the full time involved, my BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will however bet big fucking mob-borrowed-bucks, that Mister Regis Philbin knows a whole fucking lot more than he is willing to say. I know this for several reasons. The connection with the bank, the radio shit with Paula on her station, and the powerful non-URI GELLER parlor trick pulled on me that night at Cifaloglio, at my guard job, where I was “TOLD” on a powerful frequency, to tune my radio dial until I hear my kid singing that song about getting along without! Let me say something here, Paula and Mariah. You are totally clueless times a zillion, how much I could do without all of this horrendous fucking bullshit all of this time. Take that to the first National Investment Houses of Carlisle, PA-USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!! When you were not allowed out on that Halloween night in 1974, did you know that there were things besides being what Donna Summer would call, 'a bad girl', involved in the mix; lovely Merry? Well, there were! If Steve or Santa are still in the picture, believe me when I say to you, THEY KNOW! This is why I was beating around the bush for so long about that time when those horrible nabes at Linden hill had their Halloween party, and Jim Burr helped me temporarily escape their Wiccan party. But the real powerhouse story goes beyond what anyone is guessing, as it involves my weird non-phony-Geller abilities, as well as maintenance men, and weird moonlit strobe toys that you got into a world of troubles with step-dad over, and the one time was witnessed by me, while I was on that road-trip with my aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, right there on your block. That thing must still be in your possession. I know that we had a very interesting time in 13-600 with it. Well, enough talk about that, and little hints to my daughter! W-O-W! I'll close this off with a final footnote, speaking of 13-600 and musical projects from her high school days, mine, not hers. Yes indeed, Donna's wiped out white boy is taking quite a beating,and at least one or more Copyright Examiners know all about that. But it wasn't the end of him, and I still am here and I am still surviving, so all of the dirt bags on the planet can go jump in a lake of fucking fire. Still, did Precious Priscilla Presley of the NON-CCC, Mister Simons sir, and hubby of my great friend, and realtor, Karen; tell HER HUBBY to read my blog about the great Atlantic City Harrah's Marina Casino Dispatcher, and his ultimate fantastic Houdini escape? I mean, to quote the great Clarence Harris, the 1998 Assistant to my other bud and vocalist of my two country demo tunes, the future Congressman Robert Andrews, “Mark, I really wish that I knew of some way to fake your death, and then secretly come around to see who is picking at your bones”. This was a statement that I know will live in my mind, right there along with friends in shops, and lighter and darker human beings, based entirely of course on levels of suntan, and no family secrets or Merchant Marines on my wonderful and marvelous father's side of this mystery and quite inconceivable family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey at least I don't know if mister Marcucci had any incest in his family, nor do I want to know; my lovely daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















At least the great Paula has not asked me recently in hellish nightmares, to either build that radio for her, or to get the one from that wild house of nakedness and horrors, just off Interstate 95 somewhere, in northeast Philadelphia, off of Grant Avenue and Hockeyvoices Boulevard. Does anyone out here see just how far I can go with any and all of this, should you want to go the mother fuckign total distance with me? I hope you are intelligent enough to see the power behind all of this mind bending pig shit, my pal, Sheriff KJM, sir!













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I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, THREE DAYS STRAIGHT NOW, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!! MY CUNT CHEWING BASTARD TRIADS AND THEIR ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING GUESTS ARE EXTREMELY LOUD AND ANNOYING, AND THE COMPUTER IS BEING MAJOR ASS FUCKING HACKED TOO, KIND SIR, YO!!!! BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-

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BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM- This is totally cock sucking ridiculous, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother fuckers and their ILLEGAL DRUG-THUG GUESTS, should be all thrown into mother fucking JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I AM GOING TO BE CALLING FUCKING 911.









There is always a reason for my DEATH SIEGES, and I know this; since this mother fucking cunt eating shit around me has been going on for the most part, EVER SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL AT THE COOLEY HALL ON KINGS HIGHWAY IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, IN JANUARY OF 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911, AGAIN. I HJAVE HAD TO CALL THEM QUITE A FEW MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THIS YEAR, KIND SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Obviously, there is something going on, and one of these things, as they always do, pertains to this parallel fucking cunt event nightmare, with me and dirt bag TRUMP. I cannot keep up with all of this political fucking dog shit, but recently, another senate seat was lost to the mother fucking democratic side of the aisle, and some nasty bitch who should have lost her seat for saying some horrible fucking racist comment was able, through the persecution of me, to retain it; giving the cunt chewing monster evil republicans a major senate advantage now of 53-47 if what I heard was accurate. After the Tracy Ross deal, I really do not fucking cunt trust the media and their reporting accuracy, any longer. This direct persecution of me, so as to endlessly get their mother fucking monstrous way, via ILLEGALLY APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; is unconscionable and unfathomable. It only could be real and happening to a person WHO HAS DIED AND GONE TO HELL, as there is simply no other way something this totally fucking cunt inconceivable could be real and occurring!!!!























BLOG 73 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN



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''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''





CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3























NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!





And the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth. THAT, SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!

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WHY WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?







If I was not the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, none of this would be happening, right down to my dying and going to HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and it goes like this:

Is any of this mother fucking shit real, and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!” I am not faking this, or my music. The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but she did tell me that I'd be crossing over; and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW to all of these darn things, Senator Thompson Watergate!



































From HONEST GEORGE, to Mister honky-hating Jefferson; all I have to say today is, imagine all of that; me kind and wonderful maitees and peeps out here; and gobble gobble gobble. Let's all freaking “totally pig out”, to quote lovely teenager Kate, from me whittle past; while residing at the mighty and mysterious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, and having Mister Comey over, to tell me that my Uncle John had just passed away, down in Fort Lauderdale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things like this used to only happen in the Hollywood movies. BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






(The age of technological Aquarius!)







Last night I was involved in some parallel universe government sting operation. Now for three straight days, I am just involved with a major fucking DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT on me. I wonder which is really worse? Nothing can be trusted. Not even my own fucking cunt mind. I have seen the ability of the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES of MISTER HALL and their endless abilities to fucking screw with everything, right down to the human mind. The MACY CREW is only the tip of the TELLOSIAN ICE BERG, in my humble opinion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.

WHOEVER IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.



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GO TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Reaganomics and President Ronald Reagan, were very unpleasant and dark days in this country's past. The pubs know fully well that Reaganomics and their trickle-down junk, DOES NOT WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mother fucking cock sucking gods must distract themselves away from this awareness of endlessness, by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. And all of these powerful truths intertwine and connect, into sick twisted fiendish horrendous unrelenting cycles of quintessential bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People all have the idea that I am guessing my old school-mate from Cooley, Russ Thaxton, mostly share. They think that a person is able to escape things by traveling in miles or time. If a hell around a person is large enough; I know for a fact that it swallows up things such as distance, and time, and yes, EVEN DEATH. Do you have a better explanation for why I am here physically, after dying twenty times, and I mean dying; not some near experience to dying? I will always listen open mindedly. IPYT.

In the month of August, of the year 1986; my entire life altered as a result of what mother fucking happened before I awoke to face the very first day IN ETERNAL HELL. The Atlantic City Medical Center, as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved with all of this, as was a lab-technician; but the story does not end there, it only begins there. Before going on, kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR; I ALSO HAVE BEEN HEAVILY STRUCK THIS CUNT EATING MORNING WITH A HUGE HEALTH ASSAULT ON MY BODY, SOME TYPE OF DEATH BOWEL ATTACK THAT HAS BEEN USED ON ME FOR THREE DECADES PLUS NOW, AND GIVING ME HORRIBLE FUCKING DIAREAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This computer has been HACKED BIG TIME, and I am unable to escape not only the ESS and their ENDLESSNESS and ENDLESS ASSAULTS ON ME, but also, this mother fucking double line. The normal things that remove it, DON'T WORK, UNDER THIS NEW FUCKING CUNT EATING HACK, MIZZ STACEY LATTISAW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Federal Bureau of Investigation; WHAT IS BEING FUCKING CUNT DONE TO ME TODAY SIRS, IS AGAINST EVERY CUNT SUCKING LAW, AND PART OF THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION; SO PLEASE DO YOUR JOBS AND HEKLP ME OUT A LITTLE BIT HERE!!!! You missed me with your assault of ones, Mizz Sleazedisease Jane Crappants!!!!!!!!!!! It is very hard, and the enemies know it, to blog when the computer is all fucked up, on top of my nabes from cunt eating hell, screwing with me this badly. These dirt bag mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES-ESS, know precisely how to attack an enemy, and they should. THEY ARE THE MILITARY FORCES, and they are trained to absolutely know all of the things that work against their pathetic innocent foes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm quite cunt eating positive that their EVIL DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM IS TOTALLY FLYING TODAY, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!



































Let me try one other anti-hacking trick that helps me sometimes deal with this hack they are using, and then I will have to take a shit break, and then call 911 to report these horrendous ILLEGAL GUESTS OF THESE FUCKING TURD SWALLOWING NEIGHBORS!















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HAY, IF ONE WORLD ISN'T BAD ENOUGH, MISTER DOUBLEMINT CHEWING GUM COMPANY, THEN HOW ABOUT THREE TIMES THE GUM, OR SIX WORLDS, JUST HOW HORRIBLE WOULD THAT BE FOR POOR WHITTLE PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT PATHETIC MISTER MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, YO????









Now as told a short while ago, my going with my mom for the first time, to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and to the then called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel chain, caused me to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several occasions, at a place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural Psychiatric Institute, located just out of the main part of Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane asylum property called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to start with me about the 'K' not symbolically representing KRASSLE, I won't waste my time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue back with you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













To send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be robbed, beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that happened to me in childhood, as well as into adult life also. But does the AG care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty President? No, great people only have time for other great people, like Jolie and Popey. Birds of a feather flock together, and so do the 99% nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation where you need major help, and through absolutely no mother fuckiGN cunt chewing fault of your own, and guess what; YOU CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump the great, says it better than I ever can; “Like I give a shit”, and that was regarding his friend Steve Winn, of the Golden Nugget Casino, during a time of his personal crises in his marriage. I have a lot of reasons for hating poor people, as they endlessly try and take away what little I manage to work very fucking hard to get for myself; and are all basically worthless twisted mother fuckiGN rotten asshole BUMS. But as much as I hate them, multiply fucking cunt that by a few bazillion, and that will show you how much I hate the slutty trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's of the world, born with silver spoons up their ugly slob clits!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTT, there is more to that story. The entire world is what is all fucking screwed up. If the world idiots all over the place, did not bless and reward asshole scum bag celebrities as though they're some kind of gods, then none of this would happen. It really does take two to tango dance. Morianity did not make that up. Before we move on, yes, I anti-hacked out of the double line hack, and then I have come to learn that two of my weirdo neighbors are in a war with each other and are slamming their doors intentionally. Eventually, I won't have to be the one who complains, as others are already starting to do that, kind Sheriff. I have had my fucking ear to the door, and I now know what's up. When you live around people who are insane and all legally doped up on those stupid fucking ass psycho-tropes then this is what can be expected. Jimmy Carter let all the nutcases loose on society in the seventies. Before that they were inpatients in psych wards. Today, until you do some actual crime that the state then can deem you as 'dangerous' to yourself as well as others around you, you are cheaper as treatable medicated outpatients. This is why we all are putting up with so much mother fucking lunacy. I wonder if any president over the past century is known for NOT DOING at least one major thing that totally fucked everybody up????????????? Now back to the present where I am forced to endlessly exist in what Einstein might label as the eternal now. When death sieges that are this bad come upon me, kind SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; then this is when I must counterstrike big huge hyper ultra fucking time, and TELL LOTSA SECRETS that I fully know will piss off those who are fucking with me and injuring me and wiping out MY ENTIRE COCK SUCKING GODDAMN LIFE, MY BRATHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as the Macy-Crew, I could type for days and days and tell things that IPY, they wouldn't want told. BUTTTTTTTTT, I won't do that, not today at least. I will however tell you all a little bit about some other fucking shit.









Sitting in here tattle tailing on people from up in Atlantic City is lots of fun any way, since they have done so many monstrous things to me for half a fucking century, without ever so much as batting an eyelash. Do I believe that someone in Atlantic City is behind all of this nightmare that began after I left Cooley Hall High Hell, you wonder? Well then I'll tell you. I DO BELIEVE THAT. I also believe that in a parallel universe, and remember that Mister Einstein the great, proved mathematically, that parallel universes are real, and actually do exist, so you don't even have to wonder about this being some delusional Mountainpen stuff; there is a magical woman who for all I know could go by the name of Nancy Noonfeathers Nuckleberry; and she is a member of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I do believe that most of the ESS comes from the Astral Plane and the Gods/Goddesses or the entities of COINS AND COILS, but also, a few humans have been able to join. I know this because of putting together enough dots, over more than a sufficient amount of time. I know that the Comcast system is connected into this human part of it, along with many human musician/artists, and I know this from experiencing major interactions in hyperspace, or what you would say is DREAMING. Even the BIBLE weighs in quite heavily on the subject of dreaming. It also makes quite clear that only some people can figure it out, such as the prophet Daniel, and some others. If we take the Christian Bible and see it in light of more modern times, it will scream out truths that are beyond gargantuan. When this death siege lessens, whether it be tomorrow or days away still, I wil get my revenge and tell some really powerful fucking shit, that will punch these bastard losers right in their private parts, as is fully and completely deserved for placing me in this horrendous fucking death siege all year long at my old age, which is beyond unconscionable and unmentionable. Doing this to someone half my age would be bad enough, and would indeed kill anyone else, and at any fucking age. So this legally IS ATTEMPTED MURDER, no matter how anyone wishes to look at this, or not to. So summing shit all up, the Coins and the Coils on the Astral-Plane or in the 'Purgatory', use these incredible games both there as well as out here in the hyperspace, to distract from the awareness of endlessness, with the ESS. BUTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTT, real living human beings also are in the ESS. The majority of them are just being manipulated through many various tricks and techniques. As for Atlantic City and the Mountainpen, well, to open up this horrible graveyard of dogshit just a small peep, no small child goes to a place such as Atlantic City, and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, has a nightmare suddenly created all around him such as the one around me. Not even Star Trek's Holo-Deck on the TNG spin off from the original 1966 television show, could do things tis powerful and inconceivable.





































Revelations never stop coming to anyone eternally searching for answers. Answers to things such as all of the questions asked by Mountainpen's Morianity, will require a large amount of open mindedness, wisdom, knowledge, and awareness to synchronicity.





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Knock and the doors will be opened. Seek, and you will find. Yes, the words spoken in Jerusalem by Jesus, some two millennia ago, and are still every bit as valid and powerful as they ever were and ever will be, YO! Right now, one powerful explanation to many things are in the same realms as all the rest of HALLS-FAWCES, and that is the TELLOSIAN REALITY. What is that, some may ask? Well, it is how the great television show called, “Star Trek” was first introduced, back in the year of 1966. It was the two hour pilot episode, called, “The Menagerie”. I am not going to waste valuable time and energy reexplaining it. If you're interested and are not sure about this; well then, go online and watch the great show for yourself, and then let the pieces of this blog fit where they may. In any 'real-world' that is not under some powerful hypnotic spell; the night at the Crystal Lake Diner with Mister David Roth, where I suddenly reversed the direction of that powerful motor-controlled cake and pie rotisserie, even if no one else stood up and went semi-nuts; you would think that at least the waitress involved, or even my late pal David Roth would have not only observed this wild outlandish incident; but would have made a huge federal case out of it, only the world went ever so silent, as if NOTHING HAD HAPPENED. I am starting to think, just maybe, NOTHING DID; and we are going to explore some stuff now, pertaining to this; that I was going to take at least a year or more, gradually making my way into with my Blogaudians. Now, we are going to have to move into the Marcucci, Ciprionni, Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome, at an alarming high rate of speed. There is no time to pussyfoot around, and do this nice and slowly, as I was going to do; until just a couple of days ago, and then especially, after a television documentary that I just now finished watching on the Public Broadcasting System, called, “Independent Lens”. It was called, “The Amazing Randi”, and was dated on the Comcast Information scroll as March 28, 2016, subtitled “An Honest Liar”. We'll get further into this later on, in light and connection with the above mentioned Marcucci, Ciprionni, Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome!











So now, in properly leading up to all of the points made on this blog, and also known as laying down a proper foundation; this will take us to right here. Computers, and the interconnected networking system they have been all linked into, shortened into the word, (INTERNET); have an extremely amazing integral part to this entire system, that of 'PASSWORDS'. In the world of psychiatry and the subheading part of it called hypnotherapy or hypnotic suggestions, this all connects up in ways that are impossible to dispute; that is if we truly are knocking on those cosmic doors and are genuinely seeking after wisdom and truth! The reason that coincidences and synchronicity cannot be scoffed at, is actually quite mathematical and physical. In the worlds of the very small, or 'subatomic', a seemingly random flux of particles are all whizzing around madly, and seemingly without any discernable pattern or mission. But there really is a pattern to this random, that would show up immediately, if we were able to successfully apply a technology that Morianity calls, ZDT, or (Zero Dimensional Technology). All things, even though they may appear separated by a distance in-between them; have what the great Mister Einstein labeled as a “connection by way of spooky forces”. It really isn't all that spooky. All unknown things can indeed appear quite spooky, and we all know this very well. This quantum flux is not limited by our idea of three or four dimensions. They intermingle in five dimensions, thus appearing to come into our lower dimensional reality, as well as vanish out of it again; when really, they merely are MOVING AROUND IN THE 5TH DIMENSION. Morianity has discussed this now for thirteen years of blogging. Not many of you listen or believe, and THAT, I simply can't help. I would never ever sink to the level of those powerful HALLS-FAWCES connected ESS and other covert groups, who use these magical parlor tricks with major regularity. Now as many of my Blogaudians know only too well, I DID indeed use and yes, MISUSE, this knowledge, back at the COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, where I was attending this school for EXCEPTIONAL CHILDREN, from February of 1969, through January of 1973; and I was a whisper away from being expelled for messing around with such things, by the head of the school; Doctor Knipe. This was the day that I used hypnosis on a classmate, John Zane, next to my classroom, in Mister Ciprionni's class, early in March of 1970. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, what none of my Blogaudians know about, is that I was not through yet; not even after being warned about possible expulsion should I ever try such a thing again. And the second time was on the final week in March, about two weeks later; and this time, I used it on none other than the great ESS-COUNT, Von Richard-Lennon Marcucci. I knew that there had to be some wild reason for him to have become so incredibly angry with me two weeks earlier; and this only made me ten times more curious, since he was a very mild mannered young man. When I had put him under, he began telling me the most amazing things. I literally thought that I was going to get a heart attack and drop dead, because my damn heart was beating so rapidly. At the time, it made no sense, but as 'years went by' and Sir Elton John became a rocked out Crocodile Guy; I began to see just how unfathomable and nightmarish that this entire mess truly was. David Roth told me decades later that “I had opened up a real huge hornet's nest in Atlantic City”, but looking back, and in a genuine comparison; this was an exploding thermo-nuclear device, and ON STEROIDS! He told me that he lived in Liverpool, and that he was about my age when he began his musical group, along with his pal; and that he used the exact same word for “music” that was used by David Roth up in 1985, when he was discussing his old pal Chris Farlowe, and that word was, and I'm probably not spelling it correctly, “skiffle”. If I am, then hurray for me. He said that he, along with numerous other people, were all very fascinated with me. I asked him who the other people were, and he told me that no one else on the entire planet would even know about them because they were all part of some wild musical and historic secret club, and that I had played a very important part in the historical world of music; and that only in the following late century, would any of that knowledge be brought to light; after an excavation had been done somewhere in Pennsylvania, and some kind of buried time capsules were found with my name and information inside, instructing the finder of the note, to search me out in the Copyright Office. Yes indeed, long after I had put this silly conversation with him, while I had him hypnotized, totally out of my fifteen year old mind; events followed along and absolutely matched up with precisely what he told me would happen. David Roth and I did indeed bury time capsules, some in Jersey, and some in Pennsylvania. Inside of glass Mountain Dew Soda bottles, were notes where I asked the future to come back and help me out of some wild and horrendous dilemma, and that they could find information on me at the United States Copyrighted Office. At the age of fifteen, I was totally clueless to anything about my future in the middle eighties, a decade and a half away! But Mister Lennon wasn't clueless, quite obviously, oh, I mean, Mister ESS-Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















Another thing that comes back into my consciousness even after decades and decades of time, is that I told him that whenever I wanted to talk to him again where he would not remember anything at all about our talks, he should remember the name of, and then I used the man that my mom was dating at the time, Sidney Crown. Should I ever say that name, he would be under the hypnotic suggestion again. Somewhere closer to the end of the school year, perhaps around the middle of May of 1970; I found myself alone in the classroom, shortly after my classmates Burt Frulo and Russel Thaxton had just been in an altercation, and Burt socked him hard, and Russel went flying down onto the floor, and his left eye was all bloodshot from hitting his head on the floor quite hard. Mister Marcucci had gone to get some help, and after the situation had calmed down, it was just myself and him in the classroom. After I said the post hypnotic password suggestion, he instantly half drooped his head. Remember the name Sidney Crown, and the word crown had somehow triggered something in his subconscious mind, as he suddenly before I said another word, had blurted out, do you want to know about the Queen? I asked him what he meant, and he told me that my family lineage were descendants of a cousin line of Queen Elizabeth, and that she knows about me, meaning ME, not Marcucci. I remember laughing and saying, “How can the Queen of England know about me, or even care about me”? He then sat upright and turned his head towards my direction. He said that the CROWN knows many of the secrets about well hidden things. He went onto tell me, and I am of course not quoting, but paraphrasing as best as I can, as it has been nearly half a century since this conversation took place, She has an adviser who knows many hidden truths about how Russia is planning on totally taking over the United States, by making a friend out of a loyal American citizen, whose only desire in life is greed and avarice and royalty; and then placing this royal family into the White House, and then just as the Crown here in England works, the Royals are merely figure heads, and the true power will be the future leader over in Russia. Does anything here sound remotely familiar, and beyond totally frightening, YO? A few years later towards the middle of the nineteen-seventies, and shortly after the great event called WATERGATE had occurred, my mother told me that her ex-boyfriend Sid had revealed to her, that he as a young man was ashamed of his Hebrew heritage, and altered his name legally, which was much easier to do back in the nineteen-forties, from Cohen to Crown. The synchronicity here in this, is beyond inescapable. Cohen, as in Trump's damn monster fixer lawyer. Sidney-Cohen-Crown; like WOW-THIS, huh PATTY? Just as the very name that I used to get Marcucci-Lennon under my hypno-spell; this very same coincidental nomenclature here, seemingly got all scrambled into the mix of present day events and nightmarish political and global situations. Mister Putin will obviously have HIS CODE WORD, by way of the great Almighty-Internet, and then our wonderful President's new-age way of using this tool for his nearly almost total communications with the rest of us; for Trump; and all he will need to do to be put under, is to get on his goddamn Twitter-Account. I am quite sure that this was all worked out long ago. Now if the CIA or the NSA or the FBI asks me to prove any of this, well, first, Cooley Hall has done a total Brigadoon. The WOMO-HALLS-FAWCES-EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, has made sure that all of these powerful locations, and otherwise 'history-markers', have all totally vanished and disappeared into the misty moonbeams of Irish Gallagher McGuire's Brigadoon! Jim Burr told me long ago in the seventies, that all of these problems around me, all of the nightmares and hellishness; has to do with something in my family. Well; give that goddamn dude one big fat Cuban cigar, Mister Proud Papa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











The Exploratronic Supermind Society sent another one of their faction from the Educational-Department, to a school that I am quite well acquainted with, my mom's old Philadelphia Huey School. I believe if I remember the telling of her story, and I should, after hearing it a few dozen times or more; that a teacher that she had, said over and over, that the Russians will take us from within, without ever firing a gun or dropping a bomb. This made a very powerful impression on my mother. Looking back now in hindsight, it is making a big ass impression on me too; kind people! You see, I am in a unique position to see all of this very clearly around me, and know fully well, that I am just disbelieved and scoffed at. Oh well, Ann King; we're all going to be so goddamn sorry, and very soon; that is unless someone in power, DOES INDEED take this blog, and my Morianity claims seriously. Sheriff Mascara and Mister Agent/Investigator Mueller, kind sirs; YOU KNOW THAT I I'LL BE NEEDING SOME PROTECTION RIGHT ABOUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Yesterday, the skies were heavy with siege. When it is not in the sky, it is on the ground, and many times, it doesn't spare me on either fronts. Like WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another truism here would be, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”.











So how does the great and awesome MACY-CREW fit into so much of these powerful blog warnings, and other storms on the fronts of deadly and ominous skies of pure terror? Well, some things may appear one way, and as we all know only too well, the truth is in a totally opposite direction. And then there are many times and situations where my lovely peeps from Dogtown, Olympia don't even attempt to hide their total and absolute disdain and hated, for poor old pitiful and pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! I believe that Trump hates me for totally other reasons than does my awesome daughter. This can all be explored at other times, and on other blogs, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT; it all fits together like a perfectly made jig saw puzzle. Oh yes, the pieces appear to be all scrambled up and disjointed, 100% out of any recognizable order. Yeah, and the Earth appears to be flat, and the sun definitely seems to rise up in the east, and set out into the west, day after day. As for me, I trust the commingled truths of many things all put together, long before I just say 'UNCLE' to any single item in evidence. Now you dudes and duddesses out here are just way more fortunate than I am. You can afford the luxury of seeing things with blinders and lavender shades. I cannot. I just cannot afford to believe in a whole bunch of wild and crazy freaking coincidences. So SAHWEE to all Ambassador's and non-Ambassador's all over the pwanet, Mister Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!





















I'll be major discussing the family plot that goes all the way back into time for many thousands of years. I don't buy into the coincidence of my Aunt Gerry getting her facelift, and asking my mom to take Cousin Sandy down to Atlantic City, to the Trinidad Hotel with us, during the vacation of 1967; any more than I believe that the Shah of Iran didn't put her up to it, as he was an operative of America's great Central Intelligence Agency, back in the days when my Aunt and him were very good friends, and my Aunt had him over for a visit at her home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA, at what else but 1208 Greentree Lane? A digital scrambling of both the current nightmare year of 2018, as well as the great apartment in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, called Robin Hill. Enemies are giving me back an old and very freaking damn annoying hack called the NON-CAP-LETTERS-HACK, where almost every time I hit the SHIFT BUTTON to capitalize a word, it still comes out in smalls! “Isn't having powerful mother ******* enemies just swell and swift”; to quote the great and late Mister David Charles Roth? How about another freaking WEEEEEEEEE?













Maybe a few really smart folks out here can see now, that there indeed were powerful reasons why Mister Marcucci had to be shut up and shot dead, back late in 1980, just a few months after I had moved freaking into 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS! Most people don't have sense enough to come in out of a damn thundershower, so “what the hell”, as Nurse Helen Felkner used to say to my mom many times, in Atlantic City, back in the late nineteen-sixties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy hot potatoes people; from bloodlines to flood-lines, YO; many things have happened here on this incredible pwanet. How can anyone ever know for sure just what is real and what is not? I know for a fact that the great Mister Nimrod built an asteroid deflector tower, a number of millennia ago; and angered some of the David Childress Gods. Oh well, then they hovered above us and aimed one of those devices used on me so often to injure my health and body. Only this was a MIND-HACK. Suddenly, the hypno-password-suggestion-frequency was at full blast, and a moment later, instead of one common language; everyone ran in different directions, babbling out all sorts of nonsensical verbiage, that later evolved into many various human languages. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, I heard a great preacher say not long ago, that the great lovely SSJKK (Jehovah) was willing to wait for the death of Methuselah, before releasing those WATERGATES in the skies, and definitely NOT ON JUNE 17th, way up in the future year of 1972; huh Mizz Jacobson Cooley? No one will ever tell me that all of this, along with trillions of other dots, do not all connect up absolutely perfectly; oh great and powerful Mister Iranian CIA SHAH!













People were not living as primitively as most of us believe, back between three and five thousand years ago. We had levitation through magnetized gaseous materials created out of highly complex combinations of both elements, as well as manipulation of similar things to how this blog opened up, or “MIND-CONTROLS”, as MIND is actually GRAVITATION, and is why Morianity calls the true cosmic fabric, SPACE-TIME-MIND, and some have changed this to space-time-gravitation, and yes, since my words on the internet; this has been placed up there. But my point in all of this has to do with many cultures living quite high on the hog, or maybe a good rephrase would be, a hell of a lot better than I am living. Family lineage was always important. I totally believe there is one reason and only one reason why people lived approximately ten times the life span that humans have been living after this so-called great-world-flood-event (GWFE), or pronounced GRIFFEE as a shortened abbreviation. The secrets told to me at the great medical institute in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, I totally believe were used by the human population. Families would give up a small amount of the blood from the younger people living amongst them. Done with regularity, about a pint fifty times or so each year; should keep people around what we think of as age 25-45 for at least 700 years. There is no better explanation for why suddenly, the words straight out of the Holy Bible that proclaim life as being ten times longer here on Earth before this GWFE, is now suddenly reduced to such a short time. Back in the early nineteen eighties, I knew doctors who told me that rats were turned young again that were very old, and that they lived on and on. There is always some truths to legends, and maybe this is why the legends of vampirism all got started. Who can know? I do know that the anatomy of a rat is exactly the same as that of a human being, with the small difference that a rat has no bladder. This major anatomical similarity is indeed why all of the medical research community uses rats to test out all of the medications, and other medically related items as well. So we know it works, so why are the governments of the world letting us all get old and die so quickly when we don't have to? I see this as murder, personally, or as they might say in the legal profession, as depraved indifference homicide. In any case, the little people can't do squat, and they never could. This has been the freaking ass way of the world since the first day and the first night all began.











I enjoyed watching a rerun on the Book-TV Channel a few nights ago, where the former CIA Director, Michael Hayden was the guest speaker. He has recently written a really fantastic book called, “The Assault On Intelligence”. An hour later while I was viewing a channel a little lower on my Comcast Cable lineup, I thought I recognized a name that the reporter was suddenly discussing. I was correct, it was Mister Hayden. I think that someone did not like his book or his talk on the television; or just maybe that I was watching the talk, who can know? All I do know is that the poor man had just had a stroke. I know for a fact, from an old military pal decades ago, who used to say to me, “Mark, there may be something to this, and maybe not; but the rumor is that a secret death weapon is used by the American intelligence services. The NSA can cause you to get a heart attack, and the CIA can stroke you out”. Well, he got a goddamn stroke, and that's all I know. No matter how you may want to ever shake anything up, especially regarding this recent political bull ****, it is not the mother ******* Republicans who elected Donald John Trump to be the 45th President of the United States. It really wasn't, not if you honestly stop to smell the dog **** and drink the reality-coffee down, rotten and stale as it may freaking taste, YO! It was the DEMOCRATS who elected TRUMP. The country got very sick and tired of all of this ridiculous PC dog ****. I mean if anything ever got totally out of control, that was it. I for one, and I am a total democrat who was brought up as a staunch Republican, am so sick and tired of this mother ******* politically-correct goddamn crap; I could literally drink down a bottle of piss, and up chuck bars of gold. I mean this is beyond ridiculous. And this is why that red necked alternate-right-wing group got such a following, and became such a force to be reckoned with. No other president in history ever managed to accomplish such an incredible feat. When you have a huge group like this on your side, before you even run, and believe me folks, HE DID; AND THIS WAS ALL LONG AND WELL PLANNED; and you can't ******* help but WIN THE ELECTION. Now this dangerous powerful group of racists and homegrown potential nutcase terrorists, are more dangerous to this great country, than a thousand Donald freaking Trumps, ever could be, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! I hate getting into political spats, but I am so sick of living with the epitome of stupidity all around me, to QUOTE AGAIN, THE GREAT DAVID ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing that is beyond powerful, and it goes right smack dab to the very heart of the argument against Russ Thaxton or whoever made the comment on the WFMU-CRACKPOT-PAGE, about how I am complaining about the same **** when it is years later, and that I am now living so many miles away from the northeastern part of the country, where most of these horrible jerk offs are located. Normally, the enemies do not want to break any laws, and they do all of the things to me, except for property damage; VERY COVERTLY AND STEALTHFULLY!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, they will break another law and quite often, when they feel the need exists for them to do so. I am speaking of NOISE-PERSECUTION. It is illegal to crank music in a car up to the point where many of my enemies do around me on a continuous basis. But yes, they take the risk. Sooner or later it stops for quite a while, because someone does get caught too many times, and either gets some well deserved jail-time, and or some real nice hefty fines to pay. When the very same things keep happening no matter where you run to or how long it may be since this all began, only a retarded ass wipe is going to keep on insisting that they need to present me with their silly arguments on this matter. But hey, everyone is always entitled to their damn opinions, just NOT THEIR FACTS!!!!











My asshole nabes above me are annoying me with stupid noises, right after I discuss the repetition of NOISE HARASSMENT by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE ENEMIES. Coincidence lads and lassies????????????????? And it is only ten minutes before eight of the clock, on this goddamn Tuesday MOUUUUUUUURNING, November 27, 2018.













Yes, bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman, and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me wonder what you knew back then as well, along with hallway communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends, and Marola and her school play insistence wisdom. Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!













Yeah, his Beatles 'friends' all right. Just as with Mister Joe Paget back around 2002 somewhere, I feel very sorry when my goddamn life's nightmares and other similarly related collateral damages, rub off and strikes so many innocent targets. As for diner rotisserie's and other Uri Geller FAKES, what if SOME HALLS FAWCES other diner patron, knowing in advance quite easily from illegally listening and tapping into my telephone conversation with David Roth, was already there; and just MADE ME BELIEVE that I did this to the damn rotisserie? I mean that and most likely only that, would be a reasonable and pretty good explanation for David and the waitress and other patrons all around me, at that very crowded diner, on that weekend night; to act as if nothing at all had happened that was unusual. We can further explore this and so many zillions of other similar and related matters, on other blogs. I don't want to type on and on forever, and I see that I am already on Open-Office page #31, so let me cut my blogaudians a whittle bweak here, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Good old Hydroglacia. She is a very beautiful star. All of the great stars in our universe are beautiful, and yes, very dangerous. They normally DON'T communicate with the human offspring of their fullness of being. I speak of the carbon-entities, or US! The only family that seems to be directly and quite routinely communicated with, on a regular basis; is the one and only Carpenter family, later becoming the Stuart family, and then eventually twisting off the great branches of lineage genealogy, and becoming the one and only wonderful and mysterious HUNTINGTON CLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW THAT, Joann and Joanna, and a great big gigantic freaking WEEEEEEEEE, Almighty Nuclatron (GODDESS SSJKK),!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Turkey-Day of 2018. Boy oh boy, were my mother ******* TRIAD-NABES annoying and super loud this **** chewing goddamn MOUUUUUUUURNING; me kind peeps, YO! Those swine from next door to me were slamming and shouting, and it wasn't even ten of the rock chucking clock yet, YO. Just because it is a goddamn freaking holiday, YO, doesn't mean we have to be raised in pig pens and barn yards, for damn ass crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain just exactly why I call these three butt-wipe nabes, MY TRIAD NABES, YO kind folks, and unkind ones too; me BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Tri comes from the number three, and for the less educated of my blogaudians, the triad system in the nuke-world, is all about the land-air-sea delivery system, and potential, militarily; of the nuclear weapon system of the United States. Well, I too have a powerful and very unpleasant three way neighbor system, here at my apartment at this PH-BLDG (Public Housing Building). I live at the end of the hallway on the west side, up on floor number six. So I have one nabe next to me on my east side. The stairwell is to my west. I also have the nabe across from me in the public hallway system that is literally four feet away from my door. Finally, my number three nabe in this evil triad crapola, is the weirdo nut above me, whom I sometimes refer to as 'Hammering Harriet', or Rose Highview Jacobey ll. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Now I doubt that Russia cares all that much about my miserable noisy neighbors, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT kind peeps; I know that they are very interested in this great and illustrious HUNTINGTON FAMILY, FROM SEEMINGLY DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, AKA an extremely unpleasant section on the ASTRAL-PLANE, YO. And then, there it was, just there; the great Pulsar Star, or as I call her, Hydroglacia!!!!!!!!! MY BLOGS TOLD ALL OF THIS POWERFUL TRUTH, LONG BEFORE IT EVEN GOT THE SMALLEST START IN SPACE-TIME-MIND, and the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth. THAT, SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!

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Brigadoon and Cooley Hall. Where to even begin discussing an elaborated version of the information that the Mountainpen has released so far, in just under thirteen years of blog texts? The younger generation says it perfectly, and I'll quote them; “like WOW”! Also, If I was not the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON; not only would I not have possibly survived all of their monstrous wicked viciousness and hellfire, but I would have been tossed six feet below the mud, a very long time freaking ago, and you all know this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Yes it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and it goes like this:

Is any of this mother ******* **** real, and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!” I am not faking this, or my music. The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but she did tell me that I'd be crossing over; and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW to all of these darn things, Senator Thompson Watergate!



































From HONEST GEORGE, to Mister honky-hating Jefferson; all I have to say today is, imagine all of that; me kind and wonderful maitees and peeps out here; and gobble gobble gobble. Let's all freaking “totally pig out”, to quote lovely teenager Kate, from me whittle past; while residing at the mighty and mysterious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, and having Mister Comey over, to tell me that my Uncle John had just passed away, down in Fort Lauderdale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things like this used to only happen in the Hollywood movies. BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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Last night I was involved in some parallel universe government sting operation. Some horrible monster master criminal or several of them, back up north somewhere, were using illegal hypnotic trickery to do all sorts of horrible ****. I was at some large apartment building near the seashore somewhere, and at some heavily wooded area that also was on a quite busily trafficked intersection; and I was intentionally told the names of those two streets that intersected right at the corner, where this large building was situated on. When I woke up this afternoon however; it was one of those times where try as I may, I just couldn't pull up those two street names. It was a very super weird and powerful vivid dreaming-interaction, or as Mountainpen's Morianity labels these events, hyperspace-travels, so “Oh well”, to quote the great and awesome Mizz ANN KING SILVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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Double-mint Gum used to say in their advertisements, that two is better than one; but is it? Maybe two good things are, but are two cases of sunburn better than one? How about two cases of Reaganomics? How about two cancer diagnosis's? Hey we all would like two hundred-dollar-bills better than one of them, sure; but not all things work like that. And then how about this recent shift during this mother ******* century, with this seemingly ONE ADVERTISING COMPANY in charge of all mother ******* promotions everywhere? If this is not the case, then WHY is this new goddamn trend all over the **** huffing place where we see a goddamn great ad spot on television, and then suddenly shortly thereafter, BOOM, it is SHORTENED??? This has been going on with every single service and product that we all see advertised on television, for quite a few years now, and personally, if offends me and it ******* sickens me; as this is against everything in the once so wonderful and great American Enterprise and Capitalism system of fairness and competition. If only one powerful service delivers our media to us, or promotes everything all around us; then it is slanted and crooked, as human nature simply insists that this be so! Nothing can remain mother ******* honest when ONLY ONE power and source is driving the entire mother ******* markets, and you all know it out there! Mountainpen speaks only the total goddamn truths about this. Also, now I know how all of these products and services that use my songs and rip off all of my ******* copyrighted **** without compensating me, as the copyright owner at all, not ever; is all being done. With only one advertising system or agency that lays behind the entire mother ******* dirty deal; this explains how so many widely diversified products and services, from car dealerships on the Treasure Coast of Florida, to bars of goddamn soap; are all involved. Nothing else can possibly explain away this monstrous new behavior of all of this new aged Reaganomics based, totally crooked capitalism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this **** is because of President mother ******* Ronald Reagan, and his dirt bag totally evil monstrous Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. As for me, give me the old hippies sixties days of love, peace, and flowers. You can totally have this entire mother ******* new age horrendous rotten generation, and evil times straight out of the gates of Purgatory's DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!













































Politicians are totally worthless, rotten, and crooked. So is American business enterprise and all of mother ******* **** eating WALL STREET. I once loved Wall Street, the American business system, the Republican Party, and the entire American deal; that is back when things were fair and honest, or said again totally correctly, before Reagan and his goddamn Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody in this entire ******* nation was more loving and desiring to be a part of the system. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT we all know it not only suddenly changed, but changed for the horrible stinking worst, never even looking back. Well, at least those who are around my age, and who don't ******* insist on wearing blinders, or rose lavender shades over their eyeglasses! There is no turning things back, and the only thing that can send **** back to the good old days, would be another middle nineteenth-century solar event, where Apollo-Lucifer spits out a Berny-'HUUUUUGE' solar flare storm at this planet, sending us back into the old days again. Who can ever know? It could happen, and soon. As I said, just really what do these mother ******* at NASA really and truly know about the SUN? Just why did they send that probe-rocket to it recently? Why do we never hear jack about the results? An endless YYYYYYYYYY to so many things, oh well, Ann King Silva; sounds like our government at work, AS USUAL!!!!

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She is putting huge knives into your belly, Mark Huntington, that's where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















As I said back in the older days B4 the government narc squads, and lovely Mizz Murdering Bondi, took my Ativan medication away from me, LEGALLY; and as my late POP would use the term so often, “Legal Thieves” and “Legal Murderers”, when referring to many crooked parts to this American Government; I also said and “stated” that in addition to being here”, in 1988; that there are indeed many wild freaking things that connect my need for taking that wonderful curative medication, for a very unknown and totally ******* mysterious medical condition; and I am not going to pussyfoot around, and deny that my DAUGHTER IS TOTALLY INVOLVED IN THIS ENTIRE NASTYASS-MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk offs out in this world, think they have so much all figured out, and don't know ******** beer from a can of stale ******* beans. Even why I talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to me, cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir! We left things right there, if you remember, and now it is later on, so we will pick up on ****; folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe a lot of you have figured out some wild **** about me, my mom, her shipping company, the music industry, the family, all of it; or think you have. Just like I know some have it all worked out about me either being totally whack, retaliatory, or doing my legitimate best to get all the answers that are being kept from me, because we all know that the great wonderful awesome congressman, is not the only one who worries about me telling powerful **** about powerful peeps, especially my own goddamn family. I am on deaths door, and will not last the year; so why would I want to make up all this ******* ****? Think about that one seriously people, before you come to that ****** up judgment, please. Then try this one. Study the way people with mental illness speak over long periods of text such as my blogs. None of them make sense for too long. I will give you an example. This example will be in yellow highlight. Here I am people, Joe Ho, and it is a hot sticky evening in Florida. The day was pretty much without incident until my nabes from hell struck me with banging doors, while I was attempting to watch the news on television. Later things calmed down, and I decided to blog. Oh those wild hamburgers and fries, they really can make the room go dizzy and purple, along with the day sweats and the freight trains. Folks, this is what happens to those that suffer from various psychotic features in the family of schizophrenia. No matter how far out my stories may seem, my mind is clear, and I am not deluded, imagining things, hearing or seeing things, and along that line. But you all go ahead and believe whatever makes you happy, as I know Patty Hollister stays happy, as does the AT&T peeps from 1983, like Miss Blake and Mister Rambo; told about so often on my now nearly ten year long blog project, kind folks!!!!!!!!

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Thank you for translating the great flower song; Joe Flash Berrios. But why after that did you damage my automobile, and secretly bug me and record what I said; as Nate the Resident Manager told me he saw you do, in late 1989, or early ninety thereabout? What gives here, 'my bratha'???? Yeah, I'll say brother any way I want to. My father's great great grandparents were from Johannesburg and Lisbon; so I cannot help it if I am the whitest looking N in the world; Lenny jit bag McKinnon, old pal; from all planes!












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YYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, WHY DIDYA TELL ME THESE 1984 THINGS, BRO? Maybe some employee in the United States Copyright mother ******* Office knows the magical answers here, and then again, maybe not; Warren and Peggy Rowboats from LBI, NJ, USA, ESMWG!











Well kind Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG, sir; I AM UNDER A REAL MOTHER ******* PICKLE JAR HERE. This is in all **** chewing honesty, just about the worst bear and assault on my life now, since the late eighties, and into the early goddamn rotten **** sucking mother ******* nineties! This is absolutely no exaggeration, kind sir! IPYT!











I'll be discussing some real heavy ******* **** on this **** huffing goddamn blog today, on this 21st day in mother ******* November of Twenty-Eighteen, on this early horrendous **** chewing Wednesday MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, I'll Promise You That (IPYT)! We'll be getting into some real mother ******* RED-LINE CROSSOVERS on this one, great peeps; so if you're not fully ready for a total full earshot, and along with a FULL MOUNTAINPEN BLAST of really incredible and wild **** huffing bull ****, then either switch over to the 'NEXTBLOG' right now, or just put off reading any further until you get some coffee, and maybe a few ******* milligrams of Valium or something, YO! One of the things to be more than just touched on will be the various factions and groupings of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, as well as many of the goddamn mother ******* ramifications of their twisted diseased evil ****, that they love to endlessly pull with me, the MOUNTAINPEN!








We will get into the MEDICAL and ELECTRONIC factions of the ESS, as well as the FINANCIAL and EDUCATIONAL factions. We will also be exploring quite a few topics and tid bits of nasty whittle informational secrets, and closet hidden practices; that lay all around this ugly mother ******* total ass mess. The gloves are coming off today, SHERIFF MASCARA; and I highly suggest that you do your damn best to have some police and deps looking out for my safety, as I have legally left in places for authorities all over the world to absolutely find on my death, many extremely unpleasant items, that will range from causing major damn embarrassment of many powerful and intermediately powerful people, all the way to totally ending many careers and lifestyles of many many mother ******* people, who I personally and very strongly feel and totally believe, HAVE ALL WRONGED ME IN MANY WAYS FOR A VERY LONG TIME, ALL OVER THIS HORRIBLE GODDAMN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is no goddamn threat. It's a goddamn absolute promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Before we even get a tiny bit into all of this horrendous goddamn **** kind folks, let me tell you some of the mother ******* total **** sucking **** that the MOUNTAINPEN is enduring, during this monstrous mother ******** THANZ-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE that quite literally began as 2018-SUMMER-SIEGE, and has just kept right on going and merging and blending right into each mother ******* other, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!









First off, for a solid week now, MY TRI-AD NUTCASE NABES here at my PH Building, have been on a STEROID-ROLL, with their annoying ILLEGAL-GUESTS, that do nothing but yell, and slam, and act crazy as all ******* dog ****! I've had two electrical cut offs, two television plug interferences, months of major health and bowel assaults on my body, causing me continuous mother ******* major **** sniffing diareah; and just a few hours back late yesterday evening while attempting to fix my goddamn dinner; the WOMO blew out my mother ******* microwave oven, and there is a lot more to much of these things; and we will most ******* definitely be exploring all of these details, as this goddamn ******* blog continues to progress along, me peeps!











Now for a few ******* ass details on the above reported items folks, and believe me, you can polygraph me fifty times if you want to; FBI, Fort Pierce Police, Florida State Police, Attorney General's Office, Sheriff Mascara; any one of you. NOBODY CAN MAKE UP CONTINUOUS STORIES LIKE THESE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. If you credit me with skills on that kind of a level, maybe I really should be sending you letters of great thanks for the ultimate literary complement. I promise you, THERE IS NO WRITER ANYWHERE, not even Sir Conan Doyle or James Patterson, who could endlessly keep writing things like my Morianity-Blogs, NOT FOR THIRTEEN STRAIGHT MOTHER ******* YEARS. NO WAY JOSIE GIRL, NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!











To begin with some details now, both times that I posted on my blogs, over the past couple of weeks now, about TV being about the picture, and discussing the episode with my mom's old coworker's friend, Shirley Alva and the connections between her, and that horrible monster ******* electronics repair shop that told her that she was “the devil”; THE HALLS-FAWCES OF THE ESS, STRUCK ME with their TV-VIDEO-PLUG ASSAULT. Somehow this mother ******* plug in the television circuit, has been mysteriously damaged by them, so that whenever “THEY CHOOSE” to **** with the **** sucking goddamn thing, THEY CAN, and indeed, THEY MOTHER ******* DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both times that I posted that part where I discuss on my blog, how I didn't care about whether the sound on the TV worked or not, 'since TV is all about picture'; these HALLS-FAWCES-ESS (ELECTRONICS FACTIONS) screwed with my hacked-plug. Now this has been taped in place with duct tape, and has held for many months, until recently. Now all over again, and ever since I discussed that assault on me by these twisted sicko mother ******* scum sucking slime filth; it has started up again. There is no normal human way that all of these types of endless persecutions, could be this successfully carried out on me, for well over three decades of time now, if this was all being done on some totally human-only level. I know it, the air force knows it, and probably NYC's Professor Michio Kaku knows it, along with the great David Childress who narrates many great TV shows on the History and the Science Cable Channels, knows it as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!! So just who is fooling who; Mizz Donna Stars???









As for some details about my Walmart bought Microwave Oven: I purchased this great item at my local Fort Pierce, Florida Walmart, back sometime in the year 2011; after moving into this PH Building within several months. You may say, it is time for this to happen. This is called the “What's my excuse” famous line, that the great and totally ****** evil 'MILI-2-FAWCES' use and have used for 32+ years against me now; ONLY I DO NOT BUY INTO THAT DAMN BULL ******* **** FOR ONE GODDAMN ******* MICRO MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This microwave is cleaned very well after every single use, and is not used that often; nor is it abused, or has it ever been. The person at the Walmart told me, if I clean it, and use it carefully as well as somewhat sparingly; it should be good for a solid decade, even though there is always a maximum two year warranty on just about any electronics product that is sold in this country! Also, I know about “planned obsolescence”. I was taught how this evil thing is applied by capitalists, when I took a business type of course at the Cooley Hall, and my teacher was Mister Daniel Mackey. This is the class where the dude who became the big cheese in the government, and ran the entire ******* Federal Communications Commission for quite a few years until recently, Mister Bob McDowell; was also with me in that particular class, taught by the teacher Mister Mackey; who when Bob would act up quite often in his class, would then proceed to say to him, as well as the entire class for all to hear, “Someday he'll grow up and be a man”. He quite obviously did just that, and very successfully may I add here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But none of these wild things are some random coincidence, and IPYT, me kind peeps, and me unkind peeps 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now as far as the microwave oven being wiped out; just wait until you hear the story of how this connects into a very frightening dreaming-interaction NIGHTMARE that I had back early on Monday afternoon. Also, it connects into something that happened just ten minutes or so, before this actual occurrence; and let me tell you all about this item first, before we proceed into the wild discussion of that powerful mother ******* nightmare, that I had, shortly before I arose from my sleep, early two afternoon's back.











I was hand writing a few scribble-notes for doing this very blog, my wonderful blogaudians; and I was making a note to discuss Mister Cooley Hall High Hell Educator (teacher), Mister Count Von Richard Lennon Marcucci, as well as the nineteen-sixties that surrounded a lot of heavy ******* stuff that all merged into my time when I was in Mister Marcucci's classroom at Cooley Hall. I was going to tie in how Ronald Reagan ruined the entire ******* world forever with his goddamn miserable monstrous rotten “Reaganomics”, that replaced the hippie-60's love generation, with the generation of endless greed and crookedness, and a time where hard working people in this rotten ass country can no longer just work real hard and then invest their money into Wall Street, as was the original idea OF WALL STREET, more than a century ago; and how he worsened many things forever, and even worsened the practices in business, one being PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE, and I swear to all things both holy and unholy, that I had just written that little crib note down for a later blog, and then I went to fix my din-din a few minutes after I was through making these crib notes, and POW, I turned on my MW-OVEN, and it ******* blew up, and now for THAT MAJOR MOTHER ******* STORY, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATES OF DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA!!!!!!!!!!!!











This was a very powerful “nightmare” as most human beings label these experiences. As you all know quite well; MORIANITY considers “DREAMS” of all types, to be no different than our waking life. The same brain is merely tuning into different parts of the fifth dimensional hyperspace of virtually unlimited parallel universes, that occupy this unfathomably large area. I was working as some weird kind of a part time under cover agent with the FBI, imagine that, in the Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA area; and it all began as an extremely mysterious layered dream, that was made up of numerous vivid parts that I don't need to get into now, since that is all outside of the point that I want to make about my micro-wave-oven blowing up on me last night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the FBI part of the dream was over, I found myself with one or two other dudes, and we were in some car, and driving along a very heavily wooded road. Houses were on the left side, not only along the road, but layered deeper inside the wooded area; and it was winter time, and I could see the surrounding area quite well, without all of the foliage being on the trees. Now the right side was just pure deep forestation. Suddenly the dude who was driving this vehicle, abruptly wanted to stop; and he said that we should walk into the woods, and maybe we would meet the 'visitor'. I was totally clueless to whom he was referring to, or better said, 'my hyperspace DOPPELGANGER' was clueless. Still, I followed along, and three of us began walking deeper into this heavily wooded area, after pulling the car over into the grass so that it would not be on the road, and before we then exited. We walked perhaps close to half a mile, and this seemed to be along a very narrow pathway that for the most part was in a straight line. We then came to a tiny clearing, but a lot more woods were ahead of us beyond that clearing, and heavy woods seemed to go on and on all around us on all sides. Suddenly a noise began to emanate from only the gods know where. It wasn't really loud but only a stone deaf person could have missed hearing it. Then this totally weird 'thing' proceeded to come out at us quite rapidly. It stopped directly in front of me, and I became absolutely and totally frozen up and incapacitated. Then this 'thing' touched me, and his head literally joined my head, and we were almost the same height; perhaps I was a couple of inches shorter than this 'thing' was, at most. THEN, this horrendous brilliant green groupings of bizarre shapes and disjointed illuminated images, began to just be inside my brain. It was the most horrible nightmarish experience that I ever had, AWAKE OR MOTHER ******* ASLEEP! NOW THE MOTHER ******* KICKER is that the MICROWAVE OVEN, when I went to hit the 5-minute button, to warm up my goddamn ******* dinner; made not only the very exact same sound that was heard when this 'thing' first approached us in those **** eating goddamn woods, my kind folks, YO, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, the images inside the oven were also the precise ones that I saw in this fiendish nightmare, straight out of mother ******* HELL!!!!!!!!!! The only difference is THE COLOR. In the nightmare, it was a very brilliant green color just like bright green tall blades of grass. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in the oven in waking life, several hours back; it was a gold color. Now that is wild enough. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, the same exact images were being made, right down to the centimeter, and THAT SAME HORRIBLE SOUND, only yes; I will admit one other difference beside the color; and that is, the loudness. In the oven, it was twice as loud as in the mother ******* nightmare!!!!











The EDUCATIONAL FACTION of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, is quite incredible, and beyond unfathomably powerful. As most readers, and my blogaudians know only too well; even great rock stars who never graduated from their high schools, DO NOT HAVE HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS. Ask your fave star, peeps; and hope they tell you an honest truth. You see I know a lot of them, and I know my facts! I on the other hand, was GIVEN A REGULAR HS-DIPLOMA from my local town high school, the West Collingswood High School, in Southwestern, New Jersey, in Camden County. So why do I keep making such a big deal over this, you may be wondering? Well, if something is done to me, good or bad, that is so unusual that even great rock stars cannot get that same kind of curb-service, well; YOU TELL ME HOW POWERFUL ALL OF THIS ******* BULL **** TRULY IS, YO!!!!!!!











Then we can discuss Mister Sidney Mirrors Cohen Crown; the man whom my wonderful mom was dating, back in the days and times that I was in Mister Marcucci's great and powerful NON-OZ class, or maybe, 'YES-OZ' would be way more freaking appropriate! This entire mother ******* deal is straight out of that long weird hallway that Dorothy and her friends all walked down, in OZ; am I really so mother ******* incorrect, kind and unkind folks, YO??????????????????? Without even touching Mister Ciprionni, or Mister Marcucci for right now; let us move ahead some months, into the autumn in the year of 1970, and skip up to the great and powerful MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH!!!!











I went to the Cooley Hall, and was in Mister Smith's class, after the previous school year, and having the great NON-RUSSIAN-LENNON-MCKINNON, as my teacher. Now it was the totally mysterious Mister Smith, and the great philosopher, who insisted that “mathematics is totally impersonal”. Yeah, sure it is, DLS! While in his class, I had my bicycle kept on the Cooley Hall grounds, two days out of the five school days of the week; when I would go over in the afternoons, to another even wilder, and even way more mysterious school, up north just a ways on Kings Highway; from the Cooley Hall. If it ever did have a name, for reasons that completely elude me right now; I never knew it, or I sure as all **** eating hell have totally forgotten it during my entire adult lifetime, and remember folks, I RARELY EVER FORGET ANYTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This other nameless school had some machines and some technologies that STILL WERE NOT AROUND AT THE END OF THE 20TH MOTHER ******* CENTURY. I am not making this story up, and you can mother ******* polygraph me twenty-nine ******* times over, FBI, Sheriff, or anyone out here!!!!!!!!!!

AND THIS WAS IN 1970!!!











Mister Smith made lots of wild statements that have made their way into very recent present times, right here in the great 21st century. He told me once that my classmate Chuckie Sakers was “SET UP TO FAIL”. Let's talk about just one out of about ten cool things, that I could get into with that whittle ******* bit of major ****; Mister wonderful James Newagefather Redfield!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, YO! The great and gorgeous lovely Florida Attorney-General, Mizz Pam Bondi, for starters, my BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! All my goddamn adult life, I was prescribed a wonderful medication called ATIVAN. It was given to me, and it worked. This is what medicine and doctors, and the medical world was originally all about; helping people to feel better, and to live longer and more productive lives; and once upon a mother ******* **** eating time, doctors even listened to their patients!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this all changed under the **** huffing wonderful dirtball REAGAN'S, and their stupid ass mother ******* WAR ON DRUGS. I'm not mother ******* saying that there is nothing to this, but I am saying that when that **** totally interferes with the health and the proper care of patients, SUCH AS MYSELF, who was on this medication from July of 1983, through December of 2014; and then abruptly “CUT OFF COLD TURKEY”, while doctors, and Pam Bondi's other puppets of HER PILL MILL HATERS CLUB, had the attitude of, “We'll put you in the hospital and let you get sick, and if you die you die”; and that is a direct quote, OH WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, from my then doctor, SCHORR, here in Fort Pierce; practicing with that scumbag Doctor Shareef, or however he spells his screwed up name; working out of that horrible 'Hotel-California check in, but not out, hospital', here in town; known as Lawnwood Regional Horse-Pistol!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, Chuckie Sakers, AND MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, BOTH, were “SET UP TO FAIL, and without any other outside mysterious forces in NYC, or in the world OF ELECTRONIC DEVICES; SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!















Every possible part of human life is totally covered by the great and powerful EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!! They don't miss one mother ******* **** eating goddamn trick, YO, IPYT!!!! NOT A ONE. Not by a long-shot, Mister Perry White! Electronics is a major part of the humanity equation, ever since the great 20th century began taking off, and move ever closer to mother ******* 'doomsday'. Every day is always one day closer to doomsday, because sooner or later, our sun will blow up, and burn this planet to a ******* cinder. You know folks, earlier this year, the great and powerful non-OZ-NASA peeps; launched a rocket to go to the sun. Check it out online if you don't believe me ladies and gentlemen, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, here's my mother ******* question? Why do we the citizenry never hear anything more about **** like this? Do they know that PERHAPS SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG WITH THE GODDAMN SUN? They sure won't tell you or me, if they know anything like that, and folks; IPYT one right here and right now; with or without the great lovely 'L&O' Lieutenant Anita Van Buren!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a young boy, the sun appeared to me in a very powerful interaction, and was crying. He said to me, “Mark, I won't be around that much longer”. Was this just another one of Mountainpen's crazy whack job nutty ass dreams??????????????? Still folks, we'll get back on point now, with the topic of the ELECTRONIC-FACTION, of the ESS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This world got a whole lot crazier as a collective race of entities, after the invention and wide usage of RADIO. Any mother ******* statistician who's worth their salt in dog **** also knows quite well, that this same worsening of humanity's total madness, increased after the next invention of this ESS-FACTION, television. Then again, things got far crazier still, after wider usage of computers, and then crazier still when they all hooked up together and became the internet. Then as if things could not possibly get worse and yet nuttier still, along came SOCIAL-MEDIA. This got big around the time that Treyvon Martin was shot and killed by that nutcase trouble maker Zimmerman. From here, things have turned into what you all see around you; from Washington, DC, and all over the entire mother ******* globe. So, can it get even worse? Stay tuned, as Morianity plans to share a whole lot more on that little bit of stinky ******* dog ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!











Shirley Alva; the friend of mom's shipping company coworker, Mizz Jane Davis, from the good old brotherly love city, and great Philadelphia. WOW THIS! Daughters who are somehow lab-technicians, when we expand reality into the fifth dimension. Powerful connections into things that go back into 1979 and 1980, regarding what I jokingly either referred to on my electronic-metaphysics tapes with Professor Theodore Jackson, and NYC-tycoon Mister Shorty MacInvondi; or to a few acquaintances from my past, who I trusted, and maybe shouldn't have, as the 60th dimension; need to be further addressed right about now. The huge part of all of this lies in an experience that I had while residing at a home that was owned by a man who was straight from hell itself, and who put me through hell cubed, Mister Richard Dirt-Bag Karpf, of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I went to sleep one night just as I had done for more than thirty years of my life back then, in the month of August, of the year 1986; and my entire life altered as a result of what happened mother ******* next, before I awoke to face the very first day IN ETERNAL HELL. The Atlantic City Medical Center, as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved with all of this, as was a lab-technician; but the story does not end there, it only begins there; and it morphs into pig **** so horrific that no words could ever even come freaking close, to properly telling this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Folks, when I got up this afternoon, and went over to my window to look outside at the weather, as I normally do shortly after waking up, and taking a goddamn piss, and grabbing a whittle something to drink; I observed a very curious and spurious individual, driving in a mid to dark color automobile, that I believe was a four door type of sports car. Sheriff Mascara sir, here is some information for you, kind sir! The time was approximately half past four in the afternoon, yesterday, kind sir. This would be Tuesday the 20th of November, kind sir. It was a young slim appearing AA male, car occupied once, and he was driving southbound down 7th Street; and he made a left turn onto the street outside of my window, and then proceeded to turn left again, and into the public parking area across from this PH Building, where many people do park and then go into some kind of building, that is off to the east, beyond the parking lot and small park surrounding it. He parked and appeared to shut his car off, but he looked directly up at my apartment, and then he instantly appeared to put his car back into gear after turning it on again. He drove out after making a complete park in a spot that faced my apartment perfectly. He saw me looking back at him, and this seemed to make him decide to leave at once, kind sir. But this time, instead of driving back on 7th Street heading northbound where he had originally come from, he crossed over 7th Street, and then proceeded westbound and up on Avenue B. This seemed very strange behavior. I know that if some police person were to ever see me do this type of maneuver with my vehicle, I would be stopped for an ID check, and some basic questions. Just wanted you to know about this; me wonderful kind Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!










There was definitely a movie that was being advertised somewhere, back about one or two months in time, as movies normally get advertised on television; by the great gang of Hollywood. It was about Mister Trump's presidency. This movie has vanished into the same misty ******* moonlight of Steven King's great one or two 'Gs' fog of Littletall. No one seems to know what I'm even talking about. Have I been moved again, 5th dimensionally? Hey, it's happened before, and we all remember, or HOPEFULLY some do. You know, the great mysterious Incollingo's Grocery Store of Egg Harbor City up there in Jersey, with those vanilla verses chocolate cup cakes? And right in that very same time circa with those ******* cup cakes, was my automobile registration. I am indeed being moved around in the 5th freaking dimension, AND I KNOW IT!!!! Then recently, maybe within a month of time or less, some mother ******* total ass-wipe on TV, who should have had his facts straight before saying what he said, definitely said that the guy running for the Florida Governor's seat, the Mayor of Tallahassee, Florida, Mister Gillum; married Diana Ross's daughter, Tracy. This made me look like a ******* asshole, when I blogged stuff about his “mother in law, DR”. I am starting to see now just how real TRUMP'S FAKE NEWS **** is really getting to mother ******* be, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the damn ass confusion on this issue, on my prior blogs; me peeps. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

















For the great human invasion to take place, the Astral Plane Gods and Goddesses need to have a powerful tool; not only for the times that were primitive, where they could fool us with their parlor tricks and claim to be our GOD/GODS, me wonderful peeps; butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in our more advanced times as well. Even with the recent advancements in so many things here on this Earth Planet; not a mother ******* soul is one bit receptive to the ultimate truths of MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, and its teachings regarding their incredible tool and weapon, that delivers ultimate stealthy effective control over this world's entire freaking population!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just sit in here, and to quote my great old fart father from 1976, “shake my head”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And what is the name of that tool? The ESS!















Yes, the ultimate human invasion, THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and their wonderful and quite freaking ass effective faction, or part, or chapter; the ELECTRONICS faction. Yes folks, WOW THIS!













I can speak about lots of mother ******* things, me kind peeps. If you don't wanna listen or believe the poor old MOUNTAINPEN, then I can talk to you about anything ranging between Nancy's noodle knockers, to Gloria's golden goblets; and nothing will matter. Still, I DO PLAN TO KEEP RIGHT ON ******* TALKING, AND RIGHT ON TELLING! So put that in your bee buzzing bonnets from here to Freddy's fake fish farm, YO. The true connections are all inside our own heads, and only top genius computer geeks or some of them, fully grasp this truth and reality; and perhaps some very high end Quantum Physicists. The rest of you out here are beyond totally clueless, and just laugh and scoff at that whack job nut case Mister Mountainpen. BUT IN THE END, those who laugh the hardest and the loudest, will cry the hardest and the loudest. IPYT one, me wonderful peeps. Either you, or your descendants will, as this WILL absolutely freaking happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













So then with all of this ESS bull **** out of the way, just why did so many things that happened to me since I left Cooley Hall, all really happen? Do you honestly think that answers are that easily forthcoming, just because we eventually begin arriving at a few big truths as to the mechanics of things that lay behind those GAP OZ-CURTAINS? Boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish that it really worked out like that, me peeps. No such mother freaking luck, YO. Seeing these truths merely allows a lot of otherwise huge deceptions and delusions, to be lesser amplified. Knowing the things that I do, simply tones down the incredible total covert stealth, that would otherwise be all encompassing; and with no hope whatsoever of any light ever being shed on any truths. The people in the psych industry insist on seeing things according to what they have learned in college, taught to them in rote, by professors, and books, and perhaps now, with the computers too. Still, propagating falseness just leads to endless nonsense being spewed out all over the goddamn place. Think about it for a minute, and you'll not be able to help seeing that I am correct. I can show you proof of things that people simply insist CANNOT BE REAL. Why did the great disco queen Donna Summer, mention me on three separate songs, in 1982 with the signal from my fast erase tape system, in 1989 with the HH Apartments (Haddon Hills) dream about all of the other times and places being only dreams, but this time I totally know that it's real, and finally in 1993 about “MY” messed up mind, really Donna girl?! Well, she was sure correct about the cats and dogs and kids thing, and I'll admit that I was not always a loving person, and she did indeed tell me things that edified me in the long run, and for that, I'll be endlessly grateful to her, and wish her only the best back there in the great ENDLESSNESS of PURGATORY! Hey, why did Karen Carpenter leave this world for that same wonderful purgatory, right after I left #1802 Robin Hill Apartments, for 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, on 2-1-83? For that matter, just why really, did my daughter's doppelganger go into that laboratory technician, from my throat specialist; back in 1984? Folks; living trapped in three tiny dimensions, will never produce accurate answers, and THAT MUCH, I DO KNOW FOR TOTAL CERTAINTY! Only a 5-D viewpoint and perspective, permits me to see at least over the heads of many mighty giants who all came and went, before me! People have the idea that I am guessing my old school-mate from Cooley, Russ Thaxton, mostly share. They think that a person is able to escape things by traveling in miles or time. If a hell around a person is large enough, I know for a fact that it swallows up things such as distance, and time, and yes, EVEN DEATH. Do you have a better explanation for why I am here physically, after dying twenty times, and I mean dying; not some near experience to dying, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT goddamn totally dying, YO??????????? You can argue with me until you're blue in the face, from over eating Patty's pumpkin pies. Reality won't ******* alter as a result. I have died OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN so why am I not dead right now, YO BRO???











Maybe we need to examine lots of goddamn things for a short whittle time. It totally seems to me that I was not the only one who wondered about the great lab-tech from 1984. Even BonJovi's 2nd cuzz Tony, and his faithful Avalon employee Ryan; knew there was both smoke, as well as fire, in all of this. I know that my fave TV-law show was wondering too. I mean hey, if I can't put together a thousand unmissable damn clues, then I need to go back to grammar school, and sit around on the swing set with the little rug rats, munching on Tasty-Cakes! Still, I don't know why the ESS does this. I do know that there are so many vigintillions of parallel worlds, that all anyone has to do to win the Powerball Jackpot, is to buy any number group at all, and then find a way to take that over to one of your hyperspace doppelgangers living in a parallel world that matches the numbers that you bought. I say this only to make the point that there are so many worlds in hyperspace, and so many endless possibilities in the entire mix of fifth dimensional interaction; that no computer, even if it was the size of a thousand entire galaxies; would be able to make any real absolute sense to it all. The gods cannot even do it for crissake, me peeps. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT you can freaking damn ass bet your bottom dollar that they really enjoy PLAYING THE GAME, as this game distracts them away from the most horrible thoughts that would otherwise begin creeping into their awareness, or mind or whatever; and that is the hopelessness of endlessness. You as a human being, think that this would be wonderful and terrific. You need to carefully and closely watch a particular TWILIGHT ZONE episode with PIP the afterlife-guide, who takes this really bad crook into purgatory, and after a while, it dawns on him, that no matter how wonderful it may be, the endlessness will crush you like a trillion ******* tons of bricks falling onto your goddamn head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods know that they must distract themselves away from this awareness of endlessness, by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and coming out into this nuclear dream of hyperspace; and doing all of these things, and a countless mother ******* zillion other things as well!!!!!!!!!!!!















Here's another really good one for all of you today, me people. There was an actress back from the days that my mom would call, “Old Hollywood”, by the name of Heady Lamar. I may as usual, with my poor spelling skills; be slightly misspelling the name of this once great actress. The time circa was the forties, and this was a woman who lived back in those days, when like it or not ladies out there, women were either nurses, secretaries, or housewives, basically. Susan B. Anthony may have given women the voter rights, but that was that. Women were not inventing wild 'ELECTRONIC' gismos, as this just wasn't any part of reality; from hockey sticks to voice-print matches! Yet this wonderful marvelous and super gorgeous actress lady, invented an incredible device that I saw in a parallel universe, even before I became aware that this great lady invented this mind bending 'RADIO' device, right here in my waking world reality, or “this universe”, where I exist physically in this body. What it does is allow many more bandwidths of old style radio, to carry many more stations inside it, and thus program-information; and this was used in World War ll, and the Army and the government tried to steal her great invention, but she eventually was awarded what she deserved; and did a major part to help the war effort. People don't know these things, and I didn't either. It wasn't until one day about a year ago give or take some months, that I was watching one of her movies on the 'AMC', or one of those movie channels on my Cable TV System, and afterwards; the announcer and narrator comes on to discuss various things about the movie, as well as those who acted in the films. This radio jumped frequencies, one to another, and the actual transmission was based on an exact rapidly jumping scramble of the numerous frequencies on the radio band, and naturally increasing the possible amount of bandwidth by leaps and bounds. This was not ever used in peace time after the war, or at least not to my knowledge. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there is indeed a powerful parallel universe connection to this lady, and this wonderful invention of hers. It is way to complex to even begin tackling all of this for right now on this blog, that is already on page number 44, on my open office system. WHAAAAAA!











No people, Reaganomics and President Ronald Reagan, were very unpleasant and dark days in this country's past. The pubs know fully well that Reaganomics and their trickle-down junk, DOES NOT WORK, but they do their best to keep trying to endlessly fool the dumber people who don't know how to multiply double numbers together without a Walmart freaking calculator. President Reagan ****** up the entire world when he was elected in November of 1980, and was in office from January 1981 through January of 1989. Then to make **** even worse, the PUB-RULE went on another four goddamn years with his vice-president, asshole daddy-BUSH. Say what you want to, anyone of you damn ass buttwipes; Mister Clinton was the greatest thing to ever happen in this country. If he had not come along, we wouldn't even need **** head Mister Trump, because we already would no longer be AMERICA, and would be under total dictatorship martial law!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that will be coming after January of '25 any way, so goddess help us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the great wonderful love generation of the hippie sixties, was rapidly replaced with the 80's monstrous greedy generation of scum bag yuppies, and other New York dirt bags! No more rewarding a hard working man for doing what the gods put us on this miserable ******* world to do. We try and invest our hard earned money in that crooked post Reagan Wall Street, and they steal and cheat it away from us. WOW, what a wonderful mother ******* country this is. Don't rollover in your **** chewing graves, old 7th great grand-pappy, Samuel Huntington. You and your pals, the other founding fathers; you might as well just enjoy the endlessness of the purgatory, and forget all about this horrendous screwed up place, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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