WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 12, 2018

9:12 POST MERIDIAN

I DON'T AGREE WITH JENNIFER WASHBURN

No sir, no mahm, I do not. I also no longer agree with Dave Roth, about shooting in the dark; not when I am left with absolutely no other survival choice!!!!!!! It was bad enough when he said what he said, as far as my monstrous persecution, back when was in the year 1988, and only two years into this post August of 1986 DEATH-HELL, but after another thirty years and four months, well; I need not say another mother ******* word! I mean really, do I?

It is all on the older and beginning chapters on my Morianity BLOGS. I was in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, with Mizz Jennifer Washburn. We were discussing my horrendous troubles and woes. I told her that maybe I need to prove my claims by jumping into the air and right over her entire building down there on Providence Road. She responded with an incredible retort that went, “Mark, what would it prove”? For reasons that completely elude and escape me, I never brought it up again, and I never did this. Now I think that I should have. But alas, all is not lost and over quite yet. Unlike more than two decades ago in the summer time of 1997, today there is not only the all mighty SOCIAL MEDIA, but everyone everywhere without exception, carries the universe around with them now in their pocket. I am speaking of the great camera-cell-phone. Yes folks, my 1997 ocean swimming days, should this had been the present era, would have altered the world considerably. Well, these ocean swimming days may just need to be resurrected me wonderful and kind people out here; in order to fulfill the prophecy of that great unknown by the public book, called, “The Permission Barrier” or TPB, as a shortened abbreviation. Oh yes, fulfilling prophecies is something that any great bible is full of, quite naturally. The Morianic prophecies are absolutely no darn exception, with the incredible flying concert fan. Yes, the great United States Copyright Examiners know precisely what is being said here, and I mean to carry out this promise, unless things mother ******* alter for me very soon, and for the goddamn better, and IPYT peeps! No lads and lassies, I do not think that I can afford NOT TO SHOOT AT ALL THE DAMN TARGETS that are in that large and pitch dark room, that Dave Roth was referring to back in 1988, that day over at my house in Moorestown, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. So yes folks, I no longer agree AT ALL, not with Dave, and not with lovely Jennifer, YO!

Who really are the KING'S? And for that matter, who really are the CALLIO'S? And taking this a stretch even further down that elusive road of gloom, doom, and unfathomable fear; who really are the HUNTINGTON FAMILY? Well, let us begin to explore this, and in perspective with the Exploratronic Supermind Society and the “TRAVELERS” that comprise this group that Morianity has so named! In a totally abridged and compressed nutshell, just how does my personal post August 1986 hell, all fit into this, as well as how does my wild and mysterious glandular and throat condition fit into this rotten messy dog****? Again, let us further explore and super sleuth around, folks. First off, and this is not some damn cop out people, nothing fits perfectly when we continue to insist on viewing this matter in just three dimensions. We need the truth of fifth dimensional hyperspace, in order to properly frame and fit together, many of these wild cosmic jigsaw puzzle pieces. The great Albert Einstein was able to see that black-holes and parallel universes were mathematically verifiable, even though it wasn't as if he was able to point to any of them and say, hey yo, take a gander at this. If you refuse to see the incredible power of mathematics, then there truly is no point in wasting any further time, when you could be doing any number of fantastic other things besides reading the MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY! When my mathematics proves for example, that many powerful items in my own hellish life, can be perfectly Bruce Pennock graphed and charted, when nothing else but the mathematics, will properly and adequately reveal these patterns of inconceivable truths; and people are still in total denial about the life-equations for lack of a better and more descriptive term; then nothing else that I could ever say and print in words, would matter one tiny whittle iota! As I speak and type at 9:43 now, a fire alarm is going off here at my public housing building, at 601 Avenue B, in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. Switching the gears back now to mathematical truths; no one else in the scientific community has ever dared to apply mathematical power to human life situations, at least not at all in the way that Morianity has been doing on these blogs for coming up on thirteen years now. There is nobody else on this planet who has ever come to realize the powerful truth that shows mathematically how we indeed create and mirror image all of the so-called quantum physical equations and concepts. The greatest example is in the casino game of Roulette. If you tell people that they can jot down numbers from one wheel all of their life, or from hundreds of various wheels all over the world at multiple casinos; and the very same effect that follows the outcome ratio of all 38 numbers coming out once per 38 times, as longer and longer periods go by; will indeed occur; they won't listen to you, and they won't believe you. This is because it demonstrates an inherrant power or said maybe more politely, an ability, for any ordinary citizen without any real-world power, but enough knowledge concerning this secret, along with a five thousand dollar top of the line computer; to literally do things that no law can even think about addressing, at least in present times. Said more simply, someone who believes and comes to understand this truth, can literally take over the nation, or even the planet, should that be their sincere desire, and they have a few believers and troops in their fold or click or mini-army, or whatever you may choose to label this. Why you ask me? Because with this being a true fact; three, or five, or ten people, can go into a gaming house and to the roulette area, and literally 'EFFECT THE OUTCOMES of the wheels, to some real degree, just as if the power of a cheated telekinesis was used, only it is no power, nor is it cheating, not really. Clark Kent said it all on that wonderful original 1950's Superman television show, “The only real power is the power of knowledge”! This was on that episode where those thugs and crooks were forcing that poor kidnapped swami to teach their wrestlers some various ways to injure other wrestlers by applying pressure on points of the body that are extra sensitive to the touch. That is true and real, and not just part of a fantasy show, and neither is it fantasy, what Mister Kent said to Jimmy Olson at the end of the show! Tiny secrets like this, are why I am able to defy the power of gravitation. Only in this past century or a little bit back into the prior one, did the general public even know the smallest truths about gravity, in so far as it is not something that pulls us downward towards the core of a planet or massive body, but actually is merely the bending and curving of the fabric of space itself, and Einstein called this Space-Time. Before these facts were accepted by the scientific community however, we all said space and time, and we were all walking around quite clueless. We still are. That is because only the absolute tiniest fraction of people on Earth, know about what some call Space-Time-Gravity, or what Morianity originally called it, (SPACE-TIME-MIND). Mind IS gravity. Mind is also a powerful part of Einsteins most famous formula, proving that we exist on a lighter or Astral-Plane (purgatory); and that we run out of energy eventually, after virtually limitless interactions there. Then we dream as soul divided by the speed of light squared, or MIND. Because I know this 100%, instead of 99.999999999999999999999999%, I am able to make myself weigh no more than a small feather inside of your pillows. Then I am able to will myself forward, as well as increase my velocity just like the great DEEDEE bird vultures do, using the so-called-pull of the planet from a high drop, and then repeating that procedure several times. Most people have no clue that these birds are able to reach air velocities of more than 200 MPH but nonetheless, it is absolutely true. So can I, and that is also absolutely the truth.

Well, if you insist on hearing it, I'll tell it. I am not giving out any details, but I am getting my medication through another pharmacy at the very far end of town, on the northern border area of Fort Pierce, near the Winn Dixie Plaza. When I drove over there late this goddamn morning I was completely assured, that there is no shortage of this medicine, and that Walgreen's is playing some kind of a game with me. I know that dirt bag Trump is behind this latest fiasco in my life, just as he has been tormenting and destroying my life now, ever since 1984; when I met a powerful lab-technician over at the office of that wild throat specialist doctor. Just why this is being done, is like that proverbial shortest answer being the correct one, in a majority of times. I was stopped in 1986 on my way out of dirt bag President Trump's Castle Casino in the summer time one day, and asked what method I use to choose my betting picks on the six outside roulette bets, and so I responded with total candor and told them it was a system that I call, PARALLEL-EVENT. Ever since that very day, I began getting air harassment, utility harassment, body death siege blows, and multiple other persecutions. It still goes on to this mother ******* day, and Trump is the author of my horrific nightmare. This week, his goddamn fixer-criminal lawyer is in big trouble with the ******* feds, and so he is using more siege on me, to lessen the woes of his pals! Ron Wirtz Senior, the Camden County, New Jersey ADA from the nineties, knows fully well that this is all the total and absolute truth, and I swear to it now under flag and country and to my great all mighty GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE!!! So parallel event, right inside of three dimensions; fully connects into my casino woes, the death persecution on me ever since revealing the information to Trump's peeps, the lab-tech ESS-Traveler of 1984 that I fully believe some doppelganger of my daughter is possessing, to use an ancient word of description here; as well as a whole lot more stuff that we need not concern ourselves with at this precise point in non-Watergate time, “Senator” Kisser Jacobson!

The old world concept of possession, is replaced with more descriptive discussions here in Mountainpen's Morianity, and its basic fundamental subheading of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. When one of them from any possible parallel universe realm, goes to sleep, and dreams through one of us over here, and is able to take over in some small way, for some small amount of time, making them the dominant and we the recessant entity while this is occurring; Morianity then labels this parallel universe sleep-dreamer; a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. This number of '3' is a comparative numeration to the two other number types, since all sleep-dreamers are EXPLORATRONS. Normal dreamers are TYPE-1. Those such as myself who are onto these powerful and frightening truths, are TYPE-2. Then there are those entities from the various countless parallel realms, that use their abilities on a regular basis, and are part of a collective and joint effort to, if nothing else; play some monstrous game with the rest of us less fortunate and wise HUMANITY here on the Earth-Planet; and these entities are labeled by Mountainpen's Morianity as TYPE-3-EXP, or for short, T-3-E. This has all been previously blogged and discussed, and quite often over the past nearly thirteen solid years now! Do I believe that in some parallel world out of countless and virtually limitless amounts of them, there is a doppelganger of numerous folks here, that indeed has these wild and strange T3E abilities? Yes I absolutely do, people. I won't make any bones about it. If that makes you feel and think that the Mountainpen is just a crazy delusional lunatic with a zillion psychotic features, well then that's your business, and you're entitled to your opinions. I know ******* better. Do I believe that my daughter has a doppelganger (double) somewhere in the vast fifth dimensional hyperspace? You bet your cornfields and your ass that I do,. Lovely Annie Costner!!!!!!!!! I know that my day over there in Northeast Philadelphia, just off of Grant Avenue, at the Throat-Specialists Office, could not be real, unless this was all true and legitimate. Still, believe whatever you wish, me peeps, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So now we come to it. Can Patty Hollister's great mysterious Fascitar information from 1974, lead to the headquarters of this fantastic and unfathomable ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society)? For that matter, lads and lassies; IS THERE any true origin or home (HQ) of the ESS? Dya see folks, just how this can build and build, even over shadowing the great pyramids of Giza eventually, yo? If this group is real, and think about it all for a second, since it is the only item that can literally answer every single question that has ever plagued the minds of the collective humanity for thousands and thousands of goddamn mother ******* years now; just how many questions could suddenly become thrust out of this new age, and new world, PANDORA'S BOX, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes for openers of all openers me people, yo; is there any true origin or place of hail or organized headquarters, to this wild and inconceivable group of I-Ching or Spirit-Travelers, that goes beyond the timeless Astral Plane of true existence (the purgatory)???????????????????????? Hey, we can go anywhere in goddess's mother ******* creation with this. For a quick example; was Jennifer Washburn 'overtaken' by a T3E just long enough to discourage me from showing-off my wild Crystal Lake Diner Rotisserie motion control, and aeronautic abilities, so as to prevent me from getting the necessary recognized attention, that would hopefully perhaps vindicate me and solve a lot of my persecution problems as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON? You can rethink things that have no boundaries and no limits, BUT NOT in just three dimensions. We MUST FREAKING INCLUDE HYPERSPACE, or the parallel universes that make up an entire fifth dimensional STM fabric (Space-Time-Mind). If we eliminate this, then we all remain in the clueless darkness that HUMANITY HAS BEEN IN, EVER SINCE WE CRAWLED OUT OF THE MOTHER ******* SEAS, A VERY LONG WHILE BACK, YO!!!!

Well, I told you that I am using a new pharmacy, at least for now; and for this one medication, that totally and absolutely connects into the 1984 situation, with the Misses Mohr---it's not his problem throat doctor, as well as his wild lab-tech assistant who gave me the wild driving directions for getting there from the I-95 Highway, and of course the medical condition to start with, THAT WAS FORETOLD INSIDE MY MIND, and just as real and honest as any Biblical prophecies in the Holy Christian Bible, KJV or any other legitimate versions, yo yo yo yo!!!! Remember, it was in the middle autumn somewhere in 1982, approximately two thirds of a year before the event had actually occurred, and that voice non-audible but every bit as convincing, just spoke inside of me and said, “yo, just wait 'till the fourth day of next June, HA-HA-HA”! If I am lying, or making up any of these true tales and woes-wiz me's; then I hope the Almighty Goddess, SSJKK, burns me in HELL for all eternity, to use your backward ways of describing the tortures and torments that arise from angering this incredible entity that you may merely call, “GOD”. But back to the pharmacy and my major medication woes; me kind Blogaudians, yo! My stupid mother ******* psych place in Vero Beach, refused to alter my dosage strength. This makes absolutely no mother ******* sense at all. Literally, there is no rhyme nor reason for this doctor and this place to behave in that manner, and they call themselves, a bahavioral health clinic. They had me so up set this morning, that I almost lost my mind. I even dialed 911 and asked how I can go about reporting ELDER-ABUSE! I even faked out like I was crying and unable to properly breathe. If I did not do this, I would be WITHOUT MY NECESSARY MOTHER ******* MEDICATION, and I have done nothing to deserve this monstrous mother ******* horrible situation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now you all know why I plan to leave this horrible mother ******* EVIL EMPIRE, FEE-FREE, or 'WHATEVER CONGREE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Less than 24 months to go, and when I hit mother ******* age 66 years, on December the fourth of 2020, I AM SO MOTHER ******* TURD SWALLOWING 'ADDDAHERE'; MISTER BASEBALL HARRY KALLIS, YO YO YO YO YO! Don't get too damn excited now Mister Dice, and dude who murdered him. Right, sure, no connection whatsoever to my old 1980 red-light gun slinging record-promoter MISTER LENNY MCKINNON, HA-HA-HA, and I have a mother ******* lovely bridge to sell you in Brooklyn, New York; late disco diva Donna, with your golden chains, and motorcycle boy toy, of all great fantastic unknown tunes everywhere. How would Mister 1971 Mike McNulty put it right about mother ******* now, yo yo yo yo yo; AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 12, 2018

8:29 ANTE' MERIDIAN

BLOG 84 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

I fully expect another mother fucking disaster of a day. I am going to say everything that is on my mind, no exceptions, no sugar coating, as this blog may well be a legal document that doubles as my DYING AND EXCITED UTERANCE AND DECLARATION. My enemies have completely hacked off my mother fucking goddamn SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM, and my phone was fucked with around shortly past two this cunt chewing morning. I closed down my mother fucking computer program and reopened it. SPELLCHECKER is working now after clearing off the hacker assault on me, in total mother fucking violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, ACLU! First off, I appear to have been cut off of my medication entirely, cold turkey, and illegally, SHERIFF MASCARA, and I will be at your office later, shortly, sir, so know that right now, please, sir!

There was a notice at my door two times now, here at this public housing building called the Park Terrace on Seventh Street and Avenue B, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. These notes said that a meeting was taking place later on in the morning. The one this week was for last Monday. The note from the week before last was for that Monday, two Monday's ago now. Both times I did not attend this meeting. No one here likes me, and there is no point in my attending any of their mother fucking functions, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir. Still, it seems that directly following these meetings, and my not attending them, the neighbors around me as well as their illegal guests, did all they could to make my life in my apartment, about as miserable as they possibly could. If this was just once, I would not type this message, but twice now, well; you know how I don't buy into mother fucking cunt eating coincidental bull fucking shit, folks; and I DON'T! Folks, the 2020 Census is coming. I fully plan to tell the huge family secret, since these diseased fucking prick ass bastards are trying to covertly wipe me out and destroy me, ILLEGALLY. If they did it honestly, that would be one thing. If I had done something, anything, to deserve being criminally prosecuted, and they prosecuted me, then fine. But this won't be tolerated or stood for, and this is total mother fucking war now, and they have all asked for it. Also, I will run to the fucking tabloids with many stories and lots of proof, very soon, unless things change, and I don't see this happening. For reasons that are totally mother fucking unfathomable, I have been cut off of my meds by the Vero Beach Behavior Health clinic, and they are refusing to return my calls or send an order into the pharmacy at the Walgreen's Store. I knew back on cunt huffing fucking Sunday, when I was told by them that there was a shortage of the medicine I am taking, that things were going to get real bad for me. I intend to ask my local sheriff, just what I am supposed to do in this horrible fucking conspiracy to murder me, by Governor Rick Scott, AG Attorney Bondi, and President jerk off scum bag Donald John Trump!

I do absolutely nothing wrong. I don't do anything at all ever to deserve all of this horrendous mother fucking mistreatment. This goes way beyond any normal “ELDER ABUSE”, but still, it is elder abuse, Sheriff Mascara, sir, and you know it, and I fully plan to tell you this over at your goddamn office!

Please don't be too shocked when some group of major world events strikes shortly. Magnesonic won't stand idly by while its mother fucking creator is being murdered in full bloody illegal stealth! That, I promise all of you! You'll see; just as Gina saw.

This is TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING WAR NOW, and the gloves are off, Jim Spoondiner Carrey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do believe that god is a fucked up psych case kid with an ant and a magnifying glass, and all the rest of your great diatribe, JC sir!!!!!!!!!!! Great show too. Oh I caught it, the birds and the fish, and my blogs told it all, and no Spellchecker, not alligators, as this has managed to already get me into a world of Ron Wirtz/Jack McCoy trouble, huh kind sheriff sir. Well the gloves are off, and maybe soon, the cuffs will be on. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will get all of you before you get to me, Doctor Julia White Hoffman and all the rest of the SHADOWS-GANG from Dogtown, Olympia!

I'll be telling super sized gargantuan secrets as my next blogs march us right along, Sheriff sir. Look for me shortly over on Midway Road, kind sir. 'I'll be there', as the old song says! Like WOW.

Yes Cuzz Don, they only seek after our respect, NOT YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as I seek after escaping your hell ever since the nineteen-eighties, dirt ball!

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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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There was the lightning strike at Jenny's Trailer Park. And I could literally keep right on going and going and going and going, just like a mother loving Copper-top Battery. This is another reason why the powers and forces watch me, to see just why I don't die, to put it plainly and without any collegiate verbiage or wordsmith eloquence. The Holy Spirit watches me very closely, (lightning). SHE doesn't like what's being done to HER 'Little Boy', as SHE calls me. So the world has their share of 'situations', since these assaults began to strike around me and at me, in that misty weird unclear time period that ranges somewhere in-between 1983 and 1986. This is why the major disasters all over the globe since then, HAVE ALSO BEEN ON SUCH A STEADY RISE, and the more this hellishness is poured on me, the WORSE THE WORLD IS GONNA' FREAKING GET, AND IPYT, PEEPS, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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And then Mister Mueller sir; you wonder why the Russians are so goddamn interested in these blogs, for years and years, kind sir?

ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT; they are onto the fact that the early July inspection from the Housing Authority was just a plot to get to my kitchen sink and CAUSE ME A MAJOR PROBLEM, nice and slowly!!!! NOW THIS WAS REPAIRED TODAY, SHERIFF KJM AND MISTER MUELLER, KIND SIRS; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT; this was INTENTIONALLY DONE TO ME FOR THE MID-TERM ELECTIONS, and this is no different than what has been done to me now for three and a half solid decades; kind sirs. USING APPLIED AND INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT AGAINST ME, HURTING ME TO GET THEIR WAY, ENDLESSLY AND CRIMINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! I mean really, Cooley, really JAY-JAY Evans? JUNE and JOCKAMINI? Gimme' a bwake here, Mizz Margy Leo of 1985! JAY JAY, COOLEY HIGH, talk about the quintessential HIGH HELL of DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, mortals would use the word of [[[[{{{(('HELL'))}}}]]]].

MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.

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

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

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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2018

1:37 POST MERIDIAN

BLOG 83 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

I am going through total mother ******* hell. This is another week just mother ******* like the one before last one, where it is starting out with SUPER MOTHER ******* BOTBAR MONDAY AND TUESDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone makes me feel like total mother ******* dog shit, on the phone, out while trying to reapply for my annual Medicaid and Food Stamp EBT bennies, and so on. My medication problem has not been resolved as of yet, either, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To put it mother ******* politely, Mister Camp Counselor Mack 1967 Kaiter; “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!

First I call my Health Agent Steve, and he makes me feel like I'm just a mother ******* annoying pain in the twat for trying to get the necessary help that disabled peeps such as myself are absolutely entitled to and have paid into their entire mother ******* working life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I go out and do what he tells me to do, and it does not work. In this totally ****** up county, you MUST apply for these bennies on-line. They don't give two mother ******* dog***** if you have cataracts, or if you don't like using computers, or anything. It is their way OR THE DAMN ASS HIGHWAY!!!!!

Then my annoying ILLEGAL NABE GUEST DOOR SLAMMERS have been here this week AGAIN, with their mother ******* SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAMMING, all damn ass day!!!!! I can go on and on and on. This is a total mother ******* conspiracy to make me lose my **** chewing turd swallowing mind!!!!!!!

One thing about using number group divergences applied to the casino game of Roulette, and that is, no matter how much hell and persecution that the HALLS FAWCES AKA MILI-2-FAWCES, by MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, uses against me; this will still always work. True mathematical reality is not alterable by the covert and stealthy misuse of applied parallel event, by enemies, against me. Only systematized math can be effected, causing things to fail and crash, DURING MAJOR UNRELENTING MOTHER ******* DEATH SIEGES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night I made 615 smacks, today I just made another just under 400, and over the weekend, another just over 300. Right on cue, I knew the seven number group of 3, 8, 16, 19, 27, 31, and 34 was going to top out, and that the group of 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30 nd 35 was going to begin getting hot again. Using this additional bonus feature of divergences and the 38:7 ratio; a player does not need to use the system of 1-1-1-5-5-5-25-25-25-100-100-100, or any other staged betting system. Still, any casino can find a reason and an excuse to throw any player out and bar them for any reason, so I just enjoy playing on paper. Wild mother ******* horses could not get me into one of those evil places ever again.

Sheriff Mascara, I AM BEING PERSECUTED BY TELEPHONE BIG TIME TODAY. THEY ARE ILLEGALLY TAPPING MY PHONE, AND CALLING ME WHILE I AM ON THE PHONE TO DOCTORS AND DRUGGISTS. THEY SHOULD BE PROSECUTED AND MOTHER ******* JAILED FOR CONTINUAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR; AND YOU DARN WELL KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am certain that this recent rash of death persecution is for only two mother ******* reasons. One is that I am absolutely planning on getting to the bottom of what was done to me with this medical glandular condition, and how it ties into my goddamn daughter and her similar conditions; as well as Trump and his dirt bag illegal covert misuse of applied parallel event on me, so that he can keep accomplishing his goddamn never ending miraculous feats that no one can rationally explain, and we all know that Mountainpen's true story IS IN FACT the only real and honest true explanation for all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All other things said and spoken will always just be subsets that exist inside of these two ultra powerful and hidden truths. Believe whatever the damn hell you want to, everybody. You're freaking Mashell Daniels entitled!!!!

BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULL**** ON THE DAMN INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.

Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific SVU-Criminal INTENTS Cop, sheeeeeit, can that mother ****** play, if it is real, and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

Maybe anything at 1802 RH is indeed possible; oh great lads and lassies out there!

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OK THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY may have been a complete ******* failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess ******* what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my **** sniffing grave knowing that I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag **** sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ass???

SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:

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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex, or money, or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed, and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond conspiracy theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, so be braced....................

I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as Morianity Bible. This will not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People, animals, weather, machines, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL OF THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind, since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening, I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me, when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before, was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car, while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious andcrazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers, that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS, FAILS, F-A-I-L-S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
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Chapter 01 Daring To Know
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Beautiful moon, I love you, and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of you, directly from the energy part of me, my signal receiving device or human brain thoughts, channeled directly into fifth dimensional hyperspace dreams from the higher sixth dimension of the MIND REALM. You will always be my moon, oh lovely beautiful giant girl, shine down on me as I love you endlessly! The enemy can hurt me all they want to, Diana; but you will always be there by my side, so screw these rotten diseased twisted *****.

Jjjjlo fhjgj Oh boyuj, the hackers efed up my SPELLCHECKER AGAIN, LIKE WOW THAT, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir Sheriff, this is a bad nasty ass mother ******* attack and assault on me again this Tuesday, and BACK-2-BACK NOW, just as it was the week before last!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could sure use some mother ****** protection!

MONDAY, DECEMBER 10, 2018

4:43 POST MERIDIAN

BLOG 82 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

“BBBBBBBBBBE CAREFUL”, POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, AND NON-PAULA KING! Yes sir, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, wow am I under a death siege on this tenth freaking afternoon of December in twenty-eighteen, me friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All afternoon DOOR SLAMMING, low flying private airplanes around my building, and middle sized thumb-butt chemtrailing, aimed straight at my windows and coming out of my northern skies. They are throwing the whole mother ******* persecute Mark list at me today, sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shirley Alva and Jane Davis, as well as the Throat Specialist of 1984; wow what a damn trilogy from hell, folks. Obviously, when I try and get any justice for my medical related issues, THIS IS WHEN THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, who are AKA HALLS FAWCES; really pour it on me, at light speed ******* squared, me Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is always as dependable as Swiss time-pieces. Yes sir kind Sheriff; less than 24 months to go for me now, and as the late baseball fan and narrator, Mister Harry Kallis would say it so damn ass well, “I'm ouddahere”!!!!!!!!!!!

Now me trusty upstairs pricks are starting to bang around. As I said folks, this is, and has been, for the better part of a decade now here at this Park Terrace hellhole Building; MY TRIAD NABE SITUATION, or (TNS) for a shortened abbreviation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For reasons that so far folks, even my greatest and most unrewarded efforts of super-sleuthing, is unable to get fully to the goddamn bottom of; which is MY JUNE 4, 1983 HEALTH ASSAULT ON ME by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, while residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG; appears to be part of gargantuan sized ultra-hyper conspiracy that perhaps is on an inter-galactic or multi-dimensional level, and when things are in magnitudes such as these, trust me peeps; you're just totally mother ******* screwed! I know that my family situation, as was all foretold quite mysteriously by a Mister Camden, New Jersey resident, James T. Burr; was a 100% correct and on the money, wild prediction, premonition, or whatever word or words that anyone might ever choose to give all of this nightmare ******* hellishness!!!! People don't come along every day like those in my family. We all know it, and you can all laugh and deny it, and call me a huge sicko with a zillion mother ******* psychological delusions. Maybe that makes the general population feel better. I know that it would have most likely done a much better job for poor old ex-coworker Roadway Security Officer, Mister Joe Paget!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So can we find some new territory and pathways, perhaps much further along the beaten bush track, of this June-1983 nightmare, and its seemingly endless and relentless effects on me throughout the rest of time and life? I think we can trudge along for quite a ways yet. Yes people, I'm indeed still having my nightmares about being in that physical locale in northeast Philadelphia. And yes, all sorts of super weird stuff is always going on. I could tell you some hyperspace experiences that would blow your minds from here to mother ******* Timbuktu, yo!!!!!!!!!!, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let's go with that, shall we me peeps out here? The largest connection and there are dozens of connections people, believe me; but the largest one does not make its way into the mix until a solid quarter century later in the same approximate calendar time in the year. This is when I fell asleep one night while living over at the number ten trailer at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, and had this wild dreaming interaction where my daughter had somehow taken me to a house that was a medical office, and that she was there due to some mysterious condition. You all know what the **** is being spoken of here, and that I must not get overly specific and blunt, so as not to cross over the great RED LINES. If this had been all there was to it, it still would be beyond unfathomably powerful, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, come on now, gimme' a damn ass Margie 1985 bwake, willya? This house was where I then shortly thereafter, came to reside in with the distant cousins, the great KING CLAN. I was literally shown the future, and on top of that, Mister Charles Delaware Tate and Mizz Pansy Charity Trask Faye, of the great television sixties show called, “Dark Shadows”, Sir Count Andreas Petofi and king of the I-Ching travelers, AKA the ESS; but then we all come to learn that indeed, there really is some kind of weird something that is happening to 'us' both, medically. If I get more specific, I'll be in RED LINE HELL, and you all know it, so I'll do her another favor, and not discuss alligators or this subject any further, at least for right now. But Sheriff sir, this persecution needs to back the mother ******* **** eating hell off of me, or I WILL GET A LOT MORE SPECIFICM and damn the mother ******* dire consequences and grave dangers that await me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should be used to things such as this by now, huh Mister former ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, of the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, up in Southwestern New Jersey??????

People can insist all they want to, and I know that they are wrong. They tell me that I am a paranoid lunatic, with a zillion damn delusions. Well, as Mashell Daniels said in 1980, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Laboratories of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “I am entitled to my opinion”, and of course, so is everybody else. But in absolute truth, we all are under the same, whatever you may wish to call it, deal; and that is, none of us are entitled to our FACTS. I feel that I have presented lots and lots and lots of very great arguments, and even many facts, that are just about 99+% beyond anyone's power or ability to dispute. To me at least, the items in my Morianity are absolutely irrefutable. So now I am going to present the newest deal that happened to me over the weekend, and I want you, my great Blogaudians; to take what I'm about to tell you, and compare it with my most recent blogs concerning the “MEDICAL INDUSTRY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I say some things that these dirty rotten mother ******* bastards don't like, poor whittle babies, and POOF, they have to strike me immediately back, with their famous never ending persecutions and harassment's. Call what I am about to say just another coincidence, and you know what folks; you could be totally correct, BUT; you CANNOT be right if you insist that all of these countless and never ending relentless coincidences, are not making up this indisputable pattern of the quintessential “being messed with” syndrome. Not and be correct, anyway! So here it is in a goddamn nutshell, kind peeps! I went to my local pharmacy to pick up some medications that I need in my feeble old age, and then I also mentioned that I would be back several days later, around the end of the week, for my anti-anxiety meds. If I had not spoken up on this issue, I would be out in the cold without my medication, and nobody at all would care one tiny bit, AARP, Senior Citizens Committee groups, or whatever/whoever out here who just may care one tiny mother ******* iota, about how this particular senior is being treated, or maybe a more descriptive term here would be, “mistreated”; my kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The counter lady told me that there is a “shortage” of my medication, AGAIN. This is just another of half a dozen times or so now, where there is a SHORTAGE on some medication that I need to take. This time it is my anti-anxiety medication, and as I said, I had just blogged a lot, about my story, which totally connects into why I need to really take this medicine, and how over the past four years, I have been all but cut off of it, just trying to even get what the doctor orders; is one mother ******* major **** eating hassle after another!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now there are three different strengths of this particular pill, in milligrams, one half, one, and two. The one out of these three that I am on, the (1Mg) tablets, are for some spurious and outlandish reason, in a shortage. There is no reason for a shortage. We sent mother ******* people to the goddamn moon half a century ago, for Jesus crissake, and you want me to believe that someone is not screwing the **** around with my goddamn asshole????????? So now, I have to get in touch with my psych docks in Vero Beach, and tell them about this; and have them either rewrite me in the lower dosage pills, and have me take twice as many, or the higher dosage pills, and have me take half as many. Either way, it is a major mother ******* hassle that I don't need, and there is no logical sane reason for this to have happened; and I do not buy into this crap for a damn ass second. Well folks, I called my psych doctors up in Vero Beach, Florida, USA-ESMWG, earlier today around just shy of ten of the clock. Tomorrow when the doctor is in, he will hopefully send in an order for the one half mill strength and I will be told to just take two pills instead of the usual one. I asked if they knew about the so-called medication-shortage. They of course, 'told me' that they did not know anything. Maybe they were being truthful, and them who can ever know, Mizz Copyrighted Breath Echo tapes of past decades resounding from a long time ago? Ziggy Malyeska said it all to me, back in the summer time of 1969. He said, “You don't know nothin'”. I'll be goddamn go to hell, Mister John Marion Wayne sir, if he wasn't 100% correct, and totally absolutely on the $$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!

Jane Sleaze-bag Snot-Disease Ballparkattack missed me, HA-HA-HA, or as the somewhat unpleasant teenager, Mike McNulty, said so often to me, at the great and powerful Church-Farm School, back in the autumn of the year 1971; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!

As stated in my previous blog, and it has not changed one tiny bit, “First off, I despise all of the entire system. I despise poverty. The entire system that we all have in post Ronald Reagan capitalism is stacked 100% against just about anyone at all now”. But the real **** that was not liked and obviously caused me my newest 'medical issues', is this whittle tidbit morsel of dog dung!!!!! This is the so-called wonderful and free nation that many or most of you out here believe that they are living in. TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's another whittle morsel tidbit of horse **** that is very much a head scratcher, unless what lays underneath your hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial work for the contractor, Mister Berny Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too much to drink, all about using very young blood to transfuse older bodies, and thus rejuvenating them to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if after they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some highly classified medical information to the lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my great 1994 book know what's getting mother ******* said there. Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just what if they got together, just like towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon Stone movie, “CASINO”, and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all, everybody knows about the music freaking industry, for Jesus Christ's sake, heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me right. Just what if they had that talk, that in the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert, only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits; they simply arranged for me to pick up some horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then this is why, “MISSES MOHR, HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever, ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother ******* die in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and very wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the TRILOGY FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI; as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!

So here is my next revenge of rat-tat-real football tattle tailing, from the 2006-2007 days of earlier mother ******* MORIANITY!

Ever wonder why I hate reptiles, and that miserable dirtbag heliomonster that Geico Corporation advertises with, and that I must suffer with down here, in wovewee hot Florida; lurking around every single Bella Lugosi tree and bush?????????? Nothing is happening for no reason people, and about two weeks or so ago, when I had that major wild hyperspace experience, with my older daughter, and another person, and myself; and we were all on Starburn ODI Property, at the headquarters somewhere in the great state of Pennsylvania, and my state of birth as well, yo; suddenly after grabbing two somewhat sizable boxes of exotic cheese of some kind, the great Mariah Carey who we all know and love so well, said to me, “I need for you to do me a favor”. This favor was to stop discussing alligators and reptiles in general, and complaining about them so much, as after-all, it was me who chose to move down here to this wovwee place! Before going on with this, I do love sea turtles, and this for whatever reason, is my so called, “exception to the rule”, pertaining to my hatred of the reptilian world. I never told this to my daughter, let alone to any of my Blogaudians, but here freaking goes. When I used to have those powerful nightmares, while residing at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, about the “Shadow-Monsters”; there was another part to it, that was nearly as frightening as the rest of it; and this was how they would always begin. I would hear that horrible alligator sound like a loud exhaled breath that literally almost uttered the words of gloom and doom, as if I had already stuck my goddamn head into its mouth. Then this huge gator would appear, and he would talk, and he would tell me that there is no way to ever get away from the “SHADOW MONSTERS”. Even though they appeared as large shadowy humanoid figures, large in height that is, and not in girth; they too made that horrible alligator sound continuously throughout the mother ******* nightmare hyperspace experience! I may have only been a child of about age ten or so, and it may be about fifty-four years or so later now, me wonderful peeps; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, IT IS AS IF ONLY ONE DAY HAS PASSED FOR ME SINCE THESE HORRIBLE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would run from house to house, and this nightmare went on and on; and then it would repeat almost every other night or so for months! I was begging for help, and then a lady would always come up to me and promise to help me and tell me to wait right here while she would always go into another mother ******* room. Then, she would come back out as ONE OF THEM, and the chase would just keep going mother ******* on and on and on and on and on!!!! Oh well, with my daughter, it was her magical strobe-light toy and the stair-chases that followed. With me, it was these horrendous nightmares that just would not do a Margie 1985 Leo with me, and CUT ME A DAMN BWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this would be the mother ******* time for that rotten nasty-ass Mizz Jane Sleazeweeds Pukedisease, to mother ******* nail me with her goddamn ***** chewing ONES-ATTACK on me, with that goddamn ass PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN BULL****!!!!!!!! Allow me to ******* **** phlegm rape, pweeeze me kind folks, yo. TANKS, and BOOM!!!!!!!!!

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Even that great television movie from 1997, “Contact”, if we truly are looking for all of the James Redfield synchronization's here me folks; and despite a slightly varying spelling of the old English word, must see how alien contact, as well as the name of my apartments back at age ten, seemingly are again, “two worlds that collide”. I indeed do not ever just say things such as, “Oh that is a coincidence, or that is just a random chance, or wow yo, what an interesting set of circumstantial circumstances”? No sir, and no mahm, I cannot afford that luxury of being that gullible in the wild bizarre seas and storms of cosmic life, while being bashed about like an endless freaking ass yo-yo toy. You know peeps, I also have discussed cumulative numeration. You know, add numbers such as one and two and get three, and then add one and two and three, and get six. Do this all the way through number 36, and we get a powerful biblical symbolic number for pure evil, the Satanic Demonic Apollo-Lucifer Himself, actually, our great close star in the heavens, or our SUN. The bible does refer to Him as the Morning Star. I doubt the Bible is referring to the pulsar giant, Hydroglacia, as Morianity calls it. Yes, 1+2+3+4 and all the way up to +36 does indeed equal 666. But here are a few other cumulative numeration values that Mountainpen's Morianity finds vely vely intelesting, Mister retired old pal from Cooley Hall, and ex-FCC Chairman, Robert McDowell; and here is the list. On a later blog, we can further explore why I say that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

4=10. 10=55. 21=231. 33=561. Yes, we already did 36. There is a lot more to discuss, and IPYT me peeps, yo! The last group above is a really wild Masonic truth, as it discusses Jimmy Leeds Jerseydevil Road, as well as a powerful hyperspace towel-effect reality called the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City! All events in the cosmos, whether limited to 3-D or expanded out to the fuller 5-D, Mizz McCoo; seem to be just as Mister Spock said on that fantastic Star Trek original television show episode, called, “City of Forever”; moving in some kind of “currents, eddies, and backwashes”. This would further explain the powerful decades-long Egg Harbor City dreams of schools, as well as the incredible and awesome hyperspace experience that I had while residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer park in Mullica Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, with the Incollingo's Grocery Store cupcakes, purchased by me in Egg Harbor City, that day, while with Eddie Himacane Lynch, and Ann King Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW-WEEEE, & WOW-WEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2018

4:19 ANTE' MERIDIAN

BLOG 80 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

Pearl Harbor Day. It is a day that will live in infamy for me, as well as for the United States Military. For me, it has to do with what I'll refer to as MY FINAL LIFE'S NIGHTMARE. This is when the 'Sarah crap' began, in the time circa where I had just shortly before, completed my book called, “The Permission Barrier”. Boy oh boy is the mother trucking WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AKA HALLS FAWCES, SCREWING WITH MY COMPUTER AND ME POOR WHITTLE HACKED UP MOUSEYPOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!!!!!

Another powerful possibility into why this nightmare either began in 1986, or literally took what was already around me ever since birth practically, and exponentially freaking multiplied it; is something called, the Haley's Comet. This comet whizzed into a close orbit with the Earth Planet in 1986, as well as on two powerfully interesting prior occasions as well, and now Morianity feels that the time may be right for me to further explore this entire matter with you. First off, for those not particularly skilled and schooled in the worlds of astronomy; this comet runs quite predictably into this orbit, exactly down to the days and weeks, every seventy-six years of Earth Time. Now there once was a marvelous and extremely talented writer from the nineteenth century, who had the pen name of SAFE-WATER. Actually he had the name that meant SAFE-WATER. For those not informed about old American riverboats, and the traditions of navigating great water-ways such as the Mississippi River; there was a term called marking it safe, and it pertained to the depths; so as to mark positions for sufficient depths for which these large riverboats needed to navigate along, as the shipping in those days was for the most part, done with them. This writer was on these boats for some time, and he later used this idea to alter his birth name of Samuel Clements, to Mark Twain. Twain is the navigational equivalent of SAFE or of a safe depth. These depth positions were marked, hence, Mark Twain, or safe water. This great novelist was born in the early nineteenth century, two Haley's comet visits ago from 1986. His death happened after he reached the age of seventy-six, which was the following approach of this very famous comet, so in other words, he was born under its influence, and he died under it as well. So he was born in 1834 and he died in 1910, seventy-six years later. Then seventy-six years after that in 1986, I had my wonderful year of unfathomable weirdness that forever has altered my life, and all of you may be silently wondering right about now, “okay Mountainpen, so how the hell are you connecting up anything with this”? So allow me please to enlighten and inform you of some of my thinking here. You of course can then choose to agree or disagree, or any in-between area of gray that you so desire! Yes before I march along with this beating drum, I will give my credits first. They go to the fantastic Public Broadcasting Stations system, where a fantastic documentary can be viewed on this topic, and I in fact did so several months ago, and enjoyed this show immensely. But as with all things in my life, I will endlessly continue to scramble any and all possible combinations of ideas and thought patterns, of all things that I come to learn about; so as to ever increase my range of possible combinations of items, that may spell out new truths for me endlessly. This is simply how I have come to operate ever since the nineteen-nineties, and after four years or more of this continuing hell around me, that has mysteriously swallowed up any normal, or even semi-normal life, that I was once able to be living in! My book that is Copyrighted in 1994, called “The Permission Barrier”, explains all about this, and anyone, anywhere, is absolutely and totally free, to visit the great Copyright Office, and see this for themselves. There are no goddamn secrets in MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, YO! Secrets caused a lot of problems in this family. I don't mean the entire Huntington family of course, although there are plenty of them there as well! I am speaking of more 'recent nightmares and horrors', and with or without cows, Kali's, or Callio's! Yes they really did leave me with terrible fears, great United States Copyright Office, just as you heard me sing in my middle-nineties tunes!

My previous blog was discussing the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor possible connections to my 1986 nightmare. There are several quite powerful connections to the subject of UFO/ANIENS with 1986 as previously laid out in that prior blog, and now I wish to discuss some really interesting possible side connections leading me down the road to the great Mister Samuel Safe-water Clements of the nineteenth century. My song about Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the capitol city of the entire Purgatory, was written in early 1998, and sent down for Copyright. The great and mighty Shaniah Twain ripped off this song shortly thereafter. I have no worries about making that claim, as it is her who should worry. I didn't wrong her, she wronged me. The name of the song is “Dreaming Dream City”. Now I know that there is no relation to the novelist, because his true name was not Mister Twain, but was Mister Clements. However, it is the coincidences and the James Redfield synchronization's, that we're concerning ourselves with right now. The song was about HEAVEN, and my experiences there, with the great Almighty GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE; and then along comes someone who stole quite a bit of the melody of my tune, and what name is involved? James Earl Carter, Former United States President number 39, was the one who told me in that wild 1986 experience or dreaming interaction or hyperspace travel, that “I AM DEAD”. I have blogged this, and told this story, on numerous previous occasions. It's all right up here online. To be in HEAVEN, quite obviously, you cannot be ALIVE HERE ON the Earth Planet, can you? Mister Carter told me this in that wild experience towards the end of it, as I leaped over the railing of the Atlantic City Boardwalk and our eyes met and he was standing only about six yards or so away from me. I hollered out to him, “I'm dead, Mister President”. He hollered back at me, just as I was jumping down onto the beach, “I know”! Yessir, this kind of thing happens every day, huh???????????

Then there is the great GENE RODDENBERRY CONNECTION. This is a powerful one, that when added to the other ingredients in this mix, really does put that delicious icing up on top of that big wedding cake! There is an episode called, “TIME'S ARROW”, in the “STAR TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION” (TNG), show, that is a really MUST-SEE for all of my Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!! You will only know why I say this, if you go and purchase it, or do whatever you do in this new age, to view a video of anything, or get anything. I have been told that there is nothing that cannot be taken from the internet; that is if one is smart enough to know how!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't keep you all dangling completely however. The great Samuel Clements is a powerful part of that Star Trek episode, “TIME'S ARROW”. You really do need to re-read this blog, and then get the video; and then about a week from now, I promise, I will say a lot more about all of this; along with the 1986 visitation of Haley's Comet. Even that great old fictional television show, “THE TIME TUNNEL”, is part of this mess, IPYT; and I do believe that just as with the television show, “DARK SHADOWS”, this show was removed from the airwaves, or at least, one particular episode was. I can be wrong, and so I said that I think this happened. I don't want to be like that butt wipe reporter who said that Mayor Gillum of Tallahassee, Florida, was married to the daughter of Diana Ross, and then I came to learn that that was not true; giving a bit more credence to the one and only President DJT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't share his disdain of the media, but I don't like them; as they are a major part of the Exploratronic Supermind Society, and a part that most definitely hates me with a damn passion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe Trump is right about another matter, and I cannot believe I am saying this; me peeps! Trump and the Republicans, if I am going to be completely candid here. As most of you all know I am quite sure, they are totally against the medical system that our previous president, Barack Obama was able to legislate through the Washingtonian Bureaucratic System, that I shorten into the WBS. I speak of what you all hear termed as the ACA (Affordable Care Act). In this system, you have very little choice of who is going to be your doctor, or do anything at all medically, not if you want the insurance to pay for most or all of the services that you need. First off, I despise all of the entire system. I despise poverty. The entire system that we all have in post Ronald Reagan capitalism is stacked 100% against just about anyone at all now who literally is less than a high hundred thousand-aire, or a millionaire, or higher. That is about 90-95 percent of the American population, and you would think that numbers would have the power, but there are new secret ways to keep that reality covertly of course, from becoming exercisable. I speak of gerrymandering and all sorts of criminal justice legislation violations of basic human rights freedoms, and I could literally type on and on for hours. I would not mind a fair and a level playing field, but folks, WE DO NOT HAVE A FAIR OR A LEVEL PLAYING FIELD, NOT ONE TINY LITTLE BIT OF ONE, AND I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I would love to pay a million dollars a year in TAXES. I would love to be a productive member of the American society. I have been denied any and all opportunity do do so however, me as well as millions and millions of my other fellow citizens, and 99% of everyone everywhere is absolutely clueless to what is all happening around them, nor do they want to hear diddly about any of it, but rather, they insist on remaining in their blissful freaking ignorance!!!!!!!!!! I say all of this just to emphasize that I would love to have given an opportunity to use some of my various talents to be productive. This was always denied me ever since the mother ******* day that I left the COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, beginning at the great all mighty THREE MILE ISLAND NUCLEAR PLANT when I applied for a position at a security company in the year of 1979, before later ending up working at the recording studio called RPL, as a lousy Tape-Duplicator at a dollar over the mother ******* minimum wage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to my point about medical insurance. I am continually and constantly persecuted and harassed. I was told by my agent who handles my medical needs, Mister Steve Berner, that if I switched over to Humana, these troubles would go away, that there would be a far greater choice of doctors and facilities, and so on, and this was all another big butt wiping lie. What else is new? Same old same old! Same stuff on a different day! Shortened to a quick abbreviation, I may say here, “SOSO-WEIN-SSDD”! Either said the long way or the short way, it is all the same old song, and its mother ******* title is called none other than “REAGANOMICS”! Still and all, this ACA or OBAMACARE, same difference, is really a royal pain in the dump butt times ten to the power of sixty. Now the Pubs talk about repeal and replace, but most poverty stricken folks such as disabled and persecuted/crucified me, get very scared, as we have to live in those in-between times where after they repeal the old, we wonder just when and where and how and all of that, will the new replaced stuff come about? It is not good politics to ever trust the Pubs when you are dirt poor and very needy and totally down on your mother ******* luck, kind lads and lassies out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm just giving it to you totally straight ******* up, me peeps! Hard punching, direct, honest, and true! That's how I like it, and it is also how I give it. If you want a lot of nice sweet sugar coated excrement and lies, MOVE OVER TO THE LITTLE BUTTON THAT SAYS, “NEXT BLOG”!

Did you know that before the early twenty-first century, the hotel on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, called the TRINIDAD, had many lovely BALCONIES? They did, IPYT! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT peeps, YO; when I began discussing on my blogs about Paula, and her BALCONY STUNT; all of the balcony's were suddenly removed from this structure, by the new owners, who I believe were the SUPER-8-Hotel-Chain, and they purchased the place from a foreign buyer, who purchased it from the original owners; and they were called, Sheje Croupa, or let us just say that I am spelling this the exact way that I was told to pronounce this. Anyone who wants to verify the accuracy of these details, can go online to the architect and city zoning and ordinances pages, and find out if I am making up these wild stories. It would be awful mother ******* silly and stupid for me to make up a zillion lies, that can all be easily checked out by my wonderful Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2018

1:06 ANTE' MERIDIAN

BLOG 79 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

What a gosh darn world we all live in. Jeepers creepers, and jeeps and creeps. 'Boy oh boy oh boy'; Uncle Wonderful-Life Billy!

I went over to my local Walmart Store yesterday, for a new freaking microwave oven, and while there, I picked up a few towels and washcloths; as this was on my necessities-list, as well as the darn oven that blew up on me as you all know, a week or two ago. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Boy are the hackers doing a darn number on my poor whittle freggin' mouse; lads and lassies! I still have not gone to visit the sheriff. I definitely plan to do this before the end of this week however, YO! Bet on that one!

People all over have become so ugly inside, and I've watched this freaking trend now for a minimum of twenty years. Some people still are very nice, and would even give the shirt off their backs, if they saw someone in big trouble, you know; 'the hero types' that we all see almost nightly on our local news broadcasts. Some media stories are real! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there are also a growing number of simply rotten people, who you just know in a darn heartbeat that they think only of themselves, and to them, you are merely in their way; so get the heck out of it, and that is what they project like unmissable psychological projections. If you prefer the newer age term of body language, then fine, we'll call it that. Still and all, you can't miss it. I won't bother being more specific, and try breaking down a bunch of junk that went on all day, while out on this shopping errand. So again with the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the black-hat-hacker-scum screwed with my Spellchecker Program on my previous blog, as you all know; lots of errors happened. It is a very necessary tool to have or else your work appears as written by an uneducated clod from the slums of Ratville. Hey we all know what's up here. My rotten enemies do to me, anything that makes me, and my story; look less credible. Anything at all that they can ever do to discredit me, and all of the numerous things that I try to put across, so as to vindicate me from my nightmarish situation; and they will fight me tooth and nail in any way that they can, so long as it is done endlessly in the secret shadows of covertness, and stealth!!!!

Speaking of these enemies straight out of the gateway of Purgatory's Dogtown, Olympia; they shot me with some of their weird 'thumb-in-the-butt chemtrails, and caused me to have another bad diareah and bowels attack made me defecate all over the bathroom floor, and toilet seat. I have now taken this late eighties/early nineties 'crap', LITERALLY, as long as I am able to, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!! So I went over to the Walgreen's store before going on to Walmart, and I purchased some freaking Metamucil, in a large canister, that I can mix several teaspoonfuls of this fiber-powder with some water, and drink it both morning and night, to help me to fight their vicious attacks. I have been able to not take Metamucil for about four years, but ever since Donald Trump set his evil egomaniac sights on the Presidency; he has reused this evil parallel-event technology back on full steroid force, as he had been doing until a small back off, after I came to Florida. But then, to quote the great musical wonder that we all know and love, Mizz Diana Ross; “Nothing lasts forever”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We could friggin' get into a trillion and a quarter things, kind peeps out here; so let us randomly spin the darn wheel of life, and choose maybe one or two, and write just a little bit of stuff about them, YO!!!! First off, there is no mystery behind anything done in Morianity, or spoken of in Morianity. To quote the great Marvel Comics character of Clark Kent, or Superman's alter ego, “The only real magic is the magic of knowledge”. He is 100% on the money, at least according to MOUNTAINPEN and his MORIANITY. All I mean here is that just as ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR told me once, “It's not mysterious or far out at all what your enemies do to you if and when you understand the simple science and math behind their efforts”. I never forgot that statement made to me right outside his office building in Camden, New Jersey; right before we took a short walk down to the great famous Aquarium in town there, and back again to his office. This was done sometime in the middle nineties, and I won't lie, and say that I remember the precise date. Some times and dates are only remembered in approximations, while the majority of the events in my life, are remembered, almost as if my memory was literally a lifelong tape. This is why I do indeed make a federal freaking case out of those times that I fully and totally know only too well, that my memory had to be somehow MESSED WITH by the great WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AKA HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In McGuire's Erin Bar on 10-SC Avenue, while speaking to Sarah Callio over his payphone that day, back on 7 February of 1997, was one major time; and then shortly before that, there was another “doozie-whopper”; to quote a fine and great gentleman who I'd be more than proud to call my brother, should the circumstances allow that to be true; President-44, Mister Barack Obama; when Paula King Pau001148157-Spellchecker, came to the Highview Apartments, late in June of 1996 to visit me, and do a little bit more than that to me. Yes Mister Sam the Maintenance-Man, and son-of-Sam, the policeman, over at the local PD in Williamstown; I'll never ever forget you asking me sir, who my goddess girlfriend was, back on that day. My friend over at the records bureau place, who'll remain nameless; has verified that that car was hers, Paula's, and not the Copyrighted 'sonGWRITER' song, Spellchecker!!!! Yes, my 1983 musical project, or one of three done while I was residing in Atco, New Jersey, at the rental home of Mister Gerald Pliner, on 134 Norris Avenue; was indeed titled “SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD”. Take THAT to the great Bank of the Universe, and to all future treasure hunters, and Huntington's. Yes another 'memory lapse' is after seeing that wild Throat Doctor in early 1984 somewhere, in Northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I remember things crystal clearly until I got into my car to drive back home, and then boom; it all shuts down like being knocked out friggin' cold by the great Michael Tyson. Yessir Mike, you told the world that, “Everybody's got a plan until you punch them in the face”. I think that those two previous women in my life thought the same thing, as they were always threatening to 'pound me up side of my head' too, sir. I speak of the great Dawn-Marie King and her distant fourth cousin three times removed, Mizz Paula King, and then there was indeed Mizz Mashell Daniels, at the great recording studio called RPL, back in 1980. I never mentioned Paula's threat, as I never knew it was Paula before. I still might be wrong, but it had to be her and her friends of that scary girl gang, that I have renamed in my adult life, the “Quoddy-Mockers”, since they all seemed to congregate so often in the late nineteen-sixties, right there at the Saint James Place On-ramp, to the world famous Atlantic City Boardwalk; and right outside of a special shoe store there, called “Quoddy Moccasins”. What happened, was that I had completely forced this nightmare out of my mind, even when I began my blogging project, back in January of nearly thirteen years ago now, in 2006. My mother was talked into allowing her niece, who of course was my Cousin Sandra Mason, and also the daughter of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, and her husband, who was the brother of my mother, my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason; to come down and stay with us in 1967, on a particular summer's vacation, at the 10-SC Avenue Trinidad Hotel; where if this was “south of the border, down Mexico way”, to quote the great old song; this would be translated into the TRINITY HOTEL; and she made friends with this dangerous 'girl-gang' that I've named in this 'ADULT-VERSION of the BOOK-OF-THE-BEACH', AND AKA IN MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY; THE QUODDY-MOCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I do remember that about a year or so into these blogs, I did remember some of this horrendous event, that I am now going to revisit upon my heart-heavy blogaudians! On the middle of this five day-four night stay at this hotel, and after my Cuzz Sandy had made friends with this wild girl gang; my mom was going up to the boardwalk to buy a cup of coffee at the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store. Sandy had just arrived, along with several of these giant beautiful teen queen friends of hers; and my mom said that she would be back in five minutes. After the door closed, I heard, or am pretty sure it was Cuzz Sandy, her, whispering into the ear of one of them, something along the lines of not to worry; as she arranged for her friend Helen Felkner to be up there, and tell her to have the coffee with her, at the bench pavilion a block to the south of Central Pier; as she wanted to discuss a personal matter woman to woman, about her boyfriend Ziggy, who was also my beach pal; and whose full name was Mister Sigmund Malyeska. He was from the country of Lithuania, and I had met him about a third of a decade earlier, when my parents had moved into a place in South Atlantic City, called the Bruce Manor Motel, only a couple of blocks north of the Bassler home, at 30 South Plaza Place, where Chester Perkowski and Estelle Andersen Bassler, were most likely residing at this very same point in time. This is when I was attending the Richmond Avenue Grammar School, on Richmond Avenue, and I was in the third grade there. To switch mother freaking gears here for just a quick butt wiping seck folks; Mizz Sleazeball Diseaseweeds Jane, just friggin' nailed me with her darn page eleven of eleven again, and I do need to compensate for the cosmic-attack on me, with my counterstriking FIVES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This places me ahead now, and onto the next page of my Open-Office Document of word-pages, YO. Now I will hit my 'make believe Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason clutch pedal', and switch this blogger's gearshift back again; to continue along with this monstrous nightmarish discussion; me wonderful peeps and folks, yo! HA-HA-HA!!!! I cannot be 100% positive of my facts, so I won't claim that right off the bat. But I do feel pretty dog gone certain. Sandy then stayed out in the hallway, and the only possible reason for doing that, is so that she could be the LOOK-OUT so to speak, just in case my mom returned, and got off of the elevator. Then should that have happened, she would have just enough time to warn the girls that my mom was coming towards the hotel room. Anyway, lovely teen queen Paula, told me to never ever tell, or else “she would throw me off of the hotel balcony”, and we were up on the top floor that year, above the usual room that we normally stayed at. She literally picked me up and turned me upside down, and hung me out like a rug, head first and helpless; so that I could have fallen off of the balcony, and down onto a hard cement driveway; leading from the Tennessee Avenue driveway, into the hotel, and then leading beyond that, into the hotel parking lot, that faced the adjoining street, that was more an alleyway than a street. Paula then proceeded to have sex with me on the bed, after one of them drew the curtains closed. I was only twelve years old. Still, Paula was the most beautiful giant dark haired teen queen that anyone could possibly ever imagine, and I was able to perform my manly duties at this tender age, and within only a few minutes. This is the very first time that this goddess had her way with me, and I fully believe that she is really the great Viqueen of Purgatory, Jewelly White. I also believe that she uses a minimum of two other people, that strongly resemble her physically. I have discussed all of this mess many times over in the past thirteen years; sometimes in very direct ways during major fits of anger, and other times, way more quietly; and with subtle finesse. But then I'll always hear ADA Ron Wirtz Senior telling me another powerful thing. He was mentioning my tapes, that later became part of the internet world; only there were many dozens of them, and not just the three of them compressed into small smattering sections, up on that WFMU New Jersey Crackpots hate-page. He said, “Mark, you get your points across”. I had just told him how I carefully talk around things, but that I try to tie in the stories in powerful, yet covert and clever ways. Then he uttered his famous quotation as was just stated above. Right now I am speaking to the entire people who all know who they are, and that are behind all of my miseries and woes. I am also speaking to the powerful forces and people operating the United States Copyright Office. Also I am speaking to the federal agencies who not only supposedly care about people, and their human rights, and basic safeties, and liberties; but those who protect this entire nation from global threats. You all know that the MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY is no joke and no hoax. I may never get all of my facts straight, but you all know only too well, that I am not making up all of the hell that has gone down around me, ever since I not only LEFT THE COOLEY HALL, but yes, obviously even long before that; and all of my entire pathetic adult life as well, without relief, or let up, or assistance and aid in any way, or in any darn manner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know folks; you basicly have three choices of belief systems with my story of the past thirteen years online, and you all have seen it progress, and you all know only too well that there is not a fiction writer on the planet who could come up with anything even remotely as powerful, and wild, and outlandishly unfathomable and inconceivable as MORIANITY! I don't have to explain that to any semi rational person out here. Here then are those choices. One is that I am somehow the absolutely craziest mother trucker who ever lived here in this entire galaxy, from the beginning of time, right smack dab through until the end of it. Two is that some incredible national or global experiment is being conducted, and a few very unlucky people have been chosen to participate in it, without their knowledge or consent; and the reasons behind it may vary from no reason at all, to any possible combination of reasons imaginable. Three is that indeed, the Mountainpen has done the impossible, and has survived an incredible nightmare, and somehow managed to super sleuth his way into figuring out the existence of the most powerful and deadly dangerous group of spiritual travelers in the entire multiverse and beyond, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. There is in all honesty, simply no number four, or five, or anything else. One of these three items is the truth. You will make the ultimate decision shortly, or eventually, or maybe never!!!! How can I possibly ever know that answer, no matter how much seeking or knocking that I would ever attempt to do?

Mike McNulty said it all in 1971, AHA-AHA!!!!

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 4, 2018

6:32 POST MERIDIAN

BLOG 78 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

Handing me the business again, huh Wolly Cleaver??????????????????????????

Well then, **** ME!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara sir, THESE MOTHER ******* ILLEGAL GUESTS here at this PHA BUILDING, SIR; are horrendous again today, with their ******* slamming of doors, ALL DAY ******* **** LONG. LIKE JESUS CHRIST ALL MOTHER ******* MIGHTY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! WOW would I love to see them all in **** huffing JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They bring me nothing but mother ******* noise and goddamn ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, AND MORE GODDAMN NEVER ENDING ******* ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least Diana came back again to revisit her little persecuted boy (LIGHTNING), this afternoon, AKA this 'disafsternoon'!!!!!!! My mother ******* Spellchecker Program has been disabled by my mother ******* 'black hat' CUM-PUKE-HER HACKERS AGAIN; KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody out there somewhere really mother ******* hates my pathetic guts, Sheriff sir. They just won't allow me to ever get any mother ******* peace at all, NOT GODDAMN MOTHER ******* EVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No matter how many counter-strikes done by my 'MAGNESONIC', they just won't **** chewing back off of me; KIND SHERIFF, SIR! It looks like more big ass ******* secrets need to come shooting out of the mouth of MOTORMOUTH MOUNTAINPEN, so like WHAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, FROM 1971; IN EXTON, CHURCHFARM DONNA SUMMER, PENNSYLVANIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was a television documentary, in the year 1988, shown on the NYNY station WPIX, that was called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”; with two narrating agents, Agent Condor and Agent Falcon. They said stuff that mirror imaged my ******* problems with this nightmare ******* hell, ever since 1986; right down to the mother ******* tee!!!!!!!!! After they confiscated someone's camera, when they had taken pictures, supposedly of some alien or some UFO craft; they were told, and I am directly mother ******* quoting from this wonderful television documentary, “If you ever open up your mouth, we will never give you a moment's peace for the rest of your life”. This sure ******* **** huffing sounds like what is being done to me, and HAS BEEN DONE TO ME, EVER SINCE 1986. So what happened in 1986, with me, that in some way, at least to 'THEM'; connects into this forbidden zone of aliens/UFO's, or, as Congressman Andrews might put it, back as a young lad in 1975; “WHATEVER”? Let's mother ******* quickly explore this bull****; me kind folks, and peeps of the shamrocks!

I had gone to sleep early in the morning around one or two of the clock, on the fifteenth ******* day of August, in 1986, in my bedroom at that horrible ****hole I was renting, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USAESMWG; from the owner, Mister dirtbag Richard Karpf, the quintessential nightmare landlord on mega-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fell into the most mind bending lucid dreaming interaction that I ever experienced in just over three decades of life, as then I was half the age that I currently am today. I was in a parallel universe where many things were not only very different from here in this one where I am seemingly awake; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, different from all others, both here, and all over the hyperspace; because in all of them except for this one, I am having horrendous rotten experiences and problems; here, there, as it makes no difference whatsoever, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in this one particular locale in the vast and virtually limitless 5^th dimensional hyperspace; THINGS WERE BEYOND SUPER ******* WONDERFUL AND MARVELOUS, to quote the mighty King Donald John Trump. Speaking of him, he never was Frank Capra James Stuart born over in that universe. Gee, like I wonder why things were so great over there? Could it be that indeed, and just as I've claimed all along, and had it virtually confirmed by a county ADA in the early nineties; I am being wiped out by this horrible ******* monster? All of the evidence supports it, right down to ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, practically telling me that I am not wrong in my suspicions!!!!!!!!!!!!! And so here I am finally somewhere, by chance or maybe not; in this universe where there is NO TRUMP, and therefore, NO NIGHTMARE ******* HELL to deal with, 24-7-365.2422? BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, was anything about this wild 1986 experience over in that blissful parallel universe, pertaining to the forbidden subject of aliens and UFO's????????????? Well, nobody can answer questions like these, but indeed we can always continue to endlessly super sleuth around, and seek and knock; as was the advice given to all of us, from our God and our Lord, JESUS the CHRIST (Messiah)!