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IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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 NEXT-BLOG 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 secret
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
shit 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; they
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, 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.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
the same exact images were being made,
right down 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!!!!!!!!!!
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, 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 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, 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
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 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, 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, 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
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? For that matter, just why really, did my daughter's
doppelganger go into the laboratory technician from my throat
specialist, back in 1984? 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, 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. 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 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, naturally increasing the possible amount of
bandwidth my leaps and bounds. This was not ever used in peace time
after the war, 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, any of you damn ass
buttwipes; 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 rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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