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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
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 wwere 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 peg 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 more uneducated 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 our great 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 RUSSIA FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!
WHY
WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2018
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT
AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know, old news, but if you had this all go down in your life at
fourteen and fifteen, you'd want to say it over and over and over
again too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
freaking asshole riddance, Mizz Jane Sleazedisease fleas-weeds
Notfondau one whittle bit. We
got past the page freaking eleven of eleven,
so
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
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, where 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, Mark
and George.
Now that would make the beginning of a very motley crew!!!
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
OH
THAT
WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BOSTON HARBOR.
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 why 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 new age 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 worse, 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
early 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
t 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!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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!
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
FROM
CHAPTER 103
NOTHING
IS EVER LOST ON THE NET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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
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; 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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