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''GUESS
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CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Boy
oh boy oh boy, lads and lassies; is the mighty know it all
ZUZZ-TERRY-EGGHEAD fullabulla times ten to the power of ninety-seven!
If I did not write this MORIANITY all seemingly totally
scatter-brained, none of it would make any sense. It is unfortunate
but totally true that it must be done in this manner. How in the name
of holy mother fucking shit eaters could I write this in some
chronological order, and then add in all of the new day to day
fucking shit that I endure, when it's all completely connected up
with each other?
WOW,
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!!!!!!!!!!!
During
this past week of beyond mother fucking Thanx-2-Givens
Death Siege that was labeled by me before this Sarah-nightmare
began in late 1995 somewhere, “Thanksgiving
siege”; all of the hellish nightmarish mother fucking
hell of the eighties and nineties at their absolute worst, has been
visited upon me again. I am sure that my
Blogaudians remember me making this claim recently. If
anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see
MAJOR
GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY BUILDING.
What most people do
not know and will never be aware of, is that all sorts of nasty
poisonings are done by way of these mother fucking jet vapor trails.
All you need to do is add into the jet fuel, various chemicals that
do not have any effect one way or the other with the performance of
the airplanes, yet will effect those on the ground who get repeatedly
exposed over and over in short periods of time, with high amounts of
this chemical-warfare. This mother fucking technology goes all the
way back to the Vietnam War, minimum. It may well predate that war
and go all the way back to the great WWll. I honestly cannot answer
that. What you need to know here, Agent Mueller, is that jerk off
Mister Trump has used his military pals to hurt my health for more
than three solid fucking decades now, and this was told to me as
fact, by ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, in a round about way, on more than one
equation, referring to the air pilot poisoners as “Buddies of the
big business conspiracy against me”. This is all real, and this all
mother fucking happened, oh great FBI, AG, Congress, Senate, State
Police of Florida, and local Fort Pierce PD, and my local County
Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara! As I
said in the last blog after mentioning the major chemtrail assault, I
will cap it into this blog now:
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!!!!!!!!! This is all one and the same
deal, as these mother fucking poison
chemtrails CAUSED my horrible cramping and diareah,
and I've had to endure this monstrous and despicable suffering, at
the hands of Trump and his goons; for nearly thirty-three mother
fucking years now! This truly is the most evil and dangerous mother
fucking empire on the planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, are human beings really in control, or
merely being totally puppeteer'd and manipulated? This is all a lot
like discussing what dreaming is truly about, and why we need to
sleep and dream. We all totally know that when we dream, we go to
many familiar places, yet subtle differences are ALWAYS in the
dreams. Your own house, your office, I don't care what or where, it
is different because we
dream into the
hyperspace
of virtually unlimited PARALLEL
UNIVERSES! Humans have
lived on this planet for quite some time now, yet I seem to be the
only one who somehow has caught onto that powerful secret. I can tell
it, but no one believes it. So in essence, I
am the only one WHO TRULY KNOWS THIS POWERFUL INFORMATION!
The (spirit-world) is not the fifth dimension. This endlessness of
purgatory is an astral realm that the scientists call, the
PLANK-TIME. Patty Hollister showed me how to access this while me, in
a human body. Many folks claim to travel to this Astral-Plane. I
seriously doubt the authenticity of many stories in many books found
all over occult sections in any large good library. If I'm wrong,
then I sincerely apologize. Using
the FASCITAR that PH indirectly showed me,
through those very weird, powerful, and magical educational tapes,
and yes I said “EDUCATIONAL”;
one is able to 'travel
so to speak',
either to the PLANK
existence or PURGATORY or the Astral-Plane;
or merely into the fifth
dimension,
where countless parallel worlds, and other you's and me's, are all
existing in. How many of you remember the HU-CHANT
that PH taught to me back in early 1974,
while I was residing in Oaklyn,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, at Apt. O-15, Dellway Arms Apartments, on
Oakland Avenue? How
many remember both this, as well as my
late 2007 blogs where I created the PHASE-4-ENTITY named Patrick
Jane, who many know as
television's
famous MENTALIST?
Those who know the extreme and unfathomable shit that's all
interconnected into these two items, also knows the incredible
HALLS-FAWCES, that appear to be surrounding me and my life, in ways
that go beyond any conceivable thing! There never was nor ever will
be, anything comparable to MORIANITY,
or spoken with
slightly better accuracy, MOUNTAINPEN'S
ADULT
BOOK OF THE BEACH VERSION
STORY. Yes, Russel
Thaxton or the ESS traveler using his dream here in hyperspace, had a
major goal of burning this book up,
my TEENAGED
VERSION
that is, of the BOOK OF THE BEACH.
If I had this original short story today, I totally know it would be
worth its weight in platinum, times a thousand! PH wanted me to have
the knowledge and wisdom of the FASCITAR. She also wanted this done
completely covertly, with no traces or tracks leading back to
her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
Morianity came along, Mister Shrimpy Webster, and kaboom;
I haven't even begun to shoot off my big fat fucking mouth, YO! Then
folks, I wonder who remembers some blogging from just a couple of
months ago, regarding my using the metaphysical
thought-arrangement-technique? This is when I told how I thought that
maybe the LORD laid on my heart, a powerful master plan to totally
eradicate poverty out of the United States, and yet I would need
25-50 years to pull it off, and I am into my elderly years. Then
suddenly, I remembered that conversation with those two doctors up in
Camden at that medical research institute, and them telling me how we
do not have to get old. I had placed that completely out of my mind.
When Patty taught me the HU-CHANT and also led me indirectly to the
mighty ancient wisdom of the FASCITAR, I blogged about this early on
in my 2006-2008 blogs, my wonderful blogaudians! Do you remember any
of that? If not, just go back and reread, YO.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, it wasn't immediately connecting into
my consciousness, just who PH was, or any of the other wild shit.
This all came in real time, as the blog just kept progressing along
with full open mindedness on my part, to literally anyplace that
things may go.
You
missed me, Jane-Crappants Diseasesleaze
Bitch-witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She fucking tried nailing me with her
goddamn miserable ONES-ATTACK.
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HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AHA-AHA,
Mike McNulty!
[[[{{(*SHERIFF
MASCARA KIND SIR*)}}]]]
All
mother fucking day long, I
took illegal ROBO-CALL persecution,
yesterday, Friday. This is now Saturday, December 1, 2018, at 4:23
Ante' Meridian. These
cunt chewing mother fucking bastard pricks will never ever leave me
alone. On the news
recently, there was report saying how these new calls are getting so
bad that Congress will soon try to pass laws with greater punishments
for these horrible fucking criminals. For now, when the attack is
real bad, I get them fucking with me ALL DAY LONG, SHERIFF!!!!
When
one
long game is played, in ROULETTE
for example; it is no different than if a player played endlessly at
one wheel, and never ever went home. It is like bad days at home or
at work, or traffic lights, or spouses being in bad moods, or
anything you can possibly think of. The reality of items in the post
atomic world around us, all fits entirely into perfect mathematical
equations and averages. Then there is also the truth that divergences
away from those averages, will always be a part of this equation as
well. One
fantastic example is the daily average temperature in any town or
city anywhere. Really,
an average daily temperature is not that exact number that we see on
our local weather news each day. Way more times than not, it is not
that exact number, but rather several numbers away from it, both
higher
as well as lower.
Still, if you take one number off the average, minus
one to plus one,
this will be the highest outcomes over a long running period. The
next highest will be two numbers off the average, minus
2 to plus
two, and so forth. All
of reality works like this, as well as existing in a perfectly
balanced order, whereby given all of infinity or unlimited time for
numbers to endlessly go on, every single odds for any outcome to
occur will indeed perfectly occur. The longer out we go, it endlessly
grows closer and closer to the exact place where each thing should
be. But
closer in, more divergences will occur away from the perfect
odds-balance that all things have.
This is why it does not matter if you keep a record of all numbers at
all wheels, ever played at any and all casinos all over the planet.
The
same truth exists on a subatomic level, between the universe and you.
Put simply, whether you stand endlessly at one table, or go to 1,000
tables all over the world, over a forty year gambling span; if you
are present for a total outcome of 38 million spins; just about one
million of all 38 numbers will have popped up for you.
This
is not magic. This
is merely part
of subatomic reality.
The larger worlds surrounding these smaller worlds, merely are mirror
imaging what is all programmed into the Plank-Time existence, at
TRUTH, or
in the Purgatory.
But without dying, can people move back and forth in and out of this
Astral-Plane of existence? Well, not
physically. Every
galaxy has one gigantic heart-field, and these great black holes are
indeed portals or gateways in and out. If you die as you read this,
you will see the great hole, even though it is 26 million light years
away, as spirit-energy, you no longer have sufficient electron-mass
to perceive distance via physical interaction with Space-Time-Mind.
You also won't see the darkness, only the great illumination on the
other side of the singularity. It amazes me how
that great television show, 'Ghost
Whisperer'
seems to know so many powerful truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe JLH and Patty had a few talks. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Psycho-shrinks
believe that thinking the way the Mountainpen does, equals major
insanity. All the
psych books label many ideas and thoughts such as mine, with dozens
of names of 'enicks' and 'idisses'. But they, in all of their total
medical arrogance, are existing
in quintessential ignorance.
This is my opinion, and I AM ENTITLED TO IT, or so Mashell Daniels
from RPL, back in 1980, has told me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also
would completely dismiss the metaphysical shit where I suddenly
remembered something that would be crucial if I were to ever try and
fully implement my plans with STARBURN
OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT, INCORPORATED,
that eventually has the motive and goal of ending and eradicating
poverty out of this country forever!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, THEY TOO
are entitled to their opinions. The only thing is that I am living
through all of this shit, and I know that my fucking shit is all
totally absolutely real and true! No one can ever present a
successful argument without first proving me wrong. Many great people
were indeed put to that test, and THEY FAILED. Some of them got real
pissed off and frustrated. No one on this diseased fucking planet
wanted more than me for them to be able to do this. Reality is
reality, and I do indeed believe Security
Officer Bob Schleigh from 1980,
when he would say to me, “BE
REAL”! I never
fucking forget a thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do Coins
and Coils
travel through these great Galactic-Hearts? You bet your mother
fucking dirty asshole they do, kind folks!!!! They go in and out of
these things all the time, and just as easily as a shark turkey knife
through a tub of hot butter. When they don't use this method, then
they enter the large exploding hyperspace via ESS-TRAVELING. Is there
really a great Goddess Fascitar who showed these gods/goddesses or
coins and coils, how to use this method? Well, according to the know
it all and incredible Patricia Hollister, this great goddess did
indeed do just that. Nobody knows when of course. There is no time in
the Purgatory. No interaction from the existers there are ahead or
behind, any other ones. This is a very hard concept for even an
intelligent mind to wrap itself around, YO. I know
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
in powerful dreaming interactions, many things happen to all of us.
But even those who remember quite well, a majority of their dreams,
and have many vivid ones; still for the most part never come to see
how all of these unique parallel other parts to themselves or
'doppelgangers'; appear to be in perfectly ordered systems. Only a
few special folks have come to see that their dreams are indeed in
some kind of order and that many of of our dreams are in a pattern
and that they do appear to move along. Only a few biblical prophets
however were given the ability, supposedly by a powerful god, to be
able to understand what Morianity labels the hyperspace-effect of TSE
(Towel-Seepage-Effect). Can dreams effect reality here, and does
reality here effect dreams. We all know after we have a bad car crash
or other major accident or traumatic event, that we 'dream' about the
event in various ways over and over for quite a while. The more major
an event is, the more TSE it will contain, and it works in both
directions, from here to there as well as from there to here. Why do
I know this for a total fact, you may ponder? Well, because I went to
sleep in August of 1986, and awoke from being in an extremely
powerful dreaming-interaction that appeared to last for over five
months, and as soon as I returned back here, MY LIFE HERE WAS
INSTANTLY AND ENDLESSLY ALTERED, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER. This
entire blog has discussed this one topic over and over, and that is
because it so outlandish and so mother fucking powerfully true and
realm, and CANNOT
BE DISPUTED, MY
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several
pieces of my hyperspace reality that are huge, are this
event, as well as the
Love
Is For
Carpenters event; and
time on this blog is not there, to get into several others. Now in
examining just this part of the vast fifth dimension, or here in
waking life; there are also events that stand out. This would be
leaving
the Cooley Hall, and
suddenly finding myself in some kind of extremely negative situation,
where things never ever work out for me, moving
into Robin Hill for
the first of three stays there, the chocking
glandular condition,
the incredible Starburn
Dream where life
forever altered afterward, and restoration
of my credit and
temporary life alteration for the better, followed by the total
and final death blow of the Sarah-Situation,
where all hell broke loose, and never ever mother fucking looked back
since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We could be days
and weeks and months on any of those topics, and I still wouldn't
have scratched the surface. Still, I do plan to move along and take
shit even further. To get into real details about the choking, and
1983 however; will most definitely cross
me over some heavy red
lines
in the sand. I would
need some real heavy ass fucking protection from my local sheriff.
Without knowing that I have that, I couldn't dare tell half of what
really needs to be told, although the Bonjovi cousins have some of it
figured out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll always hear Tony, 2nd
cuzz of the artist, saying to me as he walked by, “Something
sounds familiar”.
I wish they hadn't gotten to my pal, Prince. He too knew that I was
going through some heavy bullshit with all of this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, was his untimely demise another fucking coincidence????????????
I know I ain't buying into that for a damn ass microsecond!
The
coins
and the coils love to
interact with humanity. But remember folks, they
talk to us on our level, at each point.
Reading the great Christian
King James Version of
the Holy
Bible, in the last
book called the 'Revelation
of Saint John the Divine',
the subject of the portents is describing how the moon will turn
blood red and then won't give her light. On the physical world, the
moon is not a female (her), nor does 'she' have a light of 'her' own.
The sun reflects off of it and creates the lovely glow that we all
see. And the colors that the moon makes, along with the sun, has to
do with the lower layers in our planet's atmosphere. These layers are
thicker with pollutants, and this is why there are so many pretty
colors. Even our sun is not
yellow. Ask
any astronaut, it
is just another big hot white star, like all the rest of them we see
at night, much farther away. So why is all of this going on, and why
is the Huntington family so involved? Well, this is going to mother
fucking take years to fully explore even a basic abridged and
compressed group of blogs. The
very same harassment that is being done to me, and that
began in 1986,
couldn't possibly come from just a human origin. Lifespans of humans
just
would not allow this to be real.
So now after so many years have passed, one final fucking answer has
come. I
can know with total assurance that this is NOT on a human-only level.
Time itself proves that fact to me or should prove it to any
rationally thinking individual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
as I can put this enemy, powerful and incredible as they may be, onto
mathematical charts, and did in fact do just this all the way back
into the early nineteen-eighties, I also can put number groups on
divergence charts, and play one long roulette game. I would be
murdered by the casinos if I ever printed a really top secret
programmed-system, where a few simple calculations can allow a player
to kick fucking ass in casinos for life, or until killed or barred,
or whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Electronics
took over the entire world in the past 100 years, and is indeed the
ULTIMATE
HUMAN
INVASION. But unlike
in the movies, we all wanted this, and on top of that, we still fully
and completely desire after this part or faction-chapter of the
HALLS-FAWCES, AKA ELECTRONICS. The quintessential end game to it all
after an entire century of this, is
the globally connected internet, and SOCIAL MEDIA
SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hidden reality of course is that this is all really inside of our
own heads, and then this all reconnects back into an ULTIMATE HUMAN
INTERNET. Just ask any of the top 1,000 computer hacker/geeks on a
black hat level!!!!!!!!!
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.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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!
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!!!!
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!!!!!!
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!
BUTTTTTTTTT,
then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking
Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The
age of technological Aquarius!)
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