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Donald
and Paula, PERRRR-fect together, huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my
story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody cares.
First I can just go and say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
Wonderful wild people of my past. Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy
Stuart and Jimmy Stuart. Ain't life fucking grand and
'wonderful'??????????????????????????
The
Milituforce
makes me illustrious
Spellchecker buttttttttttttTTTT,
really, it makes me ILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since the start of 1986,
'they' have
made me continuously ill, with major physical assaults on my body,
done completely hidden in the world of stealth, and covert
operations. But anyone who does not think that they have the
technology to pull it off, is an ignorant pathetic loser. I only say
this to you because just what if somehow this all happens to you and
yours on some pitiful fucking future day, as then people, you won't
be so quick to tell me how fulla-shit I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
two most used weapons to injure my health, by this totally fucking
diseased and evil MILITUFORCE, that many
of you see as just the United States Air Force, only it goes so far
beyond that that it makes a mountain appear as a pea in contrast, but
these two weapons are “Hurt his bowels” and “Hurt his heart”.
There is not a mother fucking week that passes since this all began
in 1986, where I have not had to endure a physical assault on my
mother fucking body by these wicked dirt bag
subskummites!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just the total fucking truth,
nothing more and nothing less; kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
So
let us further examine all of this shit, kind sir. If 'THEY'
are making me ill with these two things EVER
SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN MIZZ SABRINA DARK SHADOWS COLLINS AND RESORTS
HOTEL OF ATLANTIC CITY; then it surely must be 'THEM'
who MADE ME ILL with this 1983
glandular condition, while I was residing in Atco, New
Jersey. Whether this was somehow done as a temporary ducting work
into my bedroom with poisonous carbon monoxide, or with some kind of
well water poison since they all know that my mom did not drink
water, only coffee, and this is of
course BOILED and thus poisons can be
used that would be boiled away, and thus effecting only
me and not her; oh mighty
Microsoft heredahelda Spellchecker, yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo; and there are literally a zillion fucking clever
covert ops that could have been used, right down to Castro's Cuban
King-Flicking Cigars of
hyper-dimensional Tennessee Avenue, from the night of 11 July in
1997. WOW THAT, lovely hooker 1979
Joann-----a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
we can go on examining some other whittle items here, kind Sheriff
KJM, sir! Everyone in my Blogaud, knows that, yes Spellchecker I am
quite knowledgeable, butTERCHEESE, BUTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, I know
that I have told everybody many times how I first heard the
Costner-Cornfield “non-audible” voice inside of my head, eight
months or so before the great DAY-OF-CHOKES; that told me, and I'll
quote it again, “Ha-Ha Mark, just wait 'till the fourth day of next
June”. This was suddenly in my head for no reason whatsoever, back
in the middle of October somewhere, in the year of 1982. Hence, this
referred to the great DAY OF CHOKES, AKA JUNE 4, 1983, at 10:30 P.M.,
while I sat on a living fucking room couch
at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, eating
M&Ms Candy, and watching some moron
movie on Philadelphia television, about
a group of young people who made up
a “monster tune”
and were discussing adding reverb
to their recently made recording mix. I remember this as if it
were going down LIVE RIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING ASS MINUTE, SHERIFF
SIR, and I'll remember it this clearly for the next mother
fucking seven hundred goddamn years,
IPYT, kind sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo, me BRO, with or without any
teenaged blood transfusions, Mizz Roseann V. Delaney!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Let
us get back on Archibald Bunkerqueens pernt now, with the voice that
wasn't audible but may as well have been, that I suddenly heard
inside of my head in middle October somewhere, back in 1982, while in
my final few months residing at the great and illustrious 1802 ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can trhe great and powerful NON-OZ
MILI-2-FORCE, really send messages into our minds using powerful
electromagnetic (RF) radio-frequency technology? YOU
BET YOUR ASS THEY CAN, LOVELY ANNIE CORNFIELDS COSTNER
PANWORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
won't even attempt to touch into matters that could put me and the
great snowed in former BFA-Contractor Ed, into prison for life, but
I'll say this much. Majestic-12 TTS shit
(top-top-secret) is fully documented as having these abilities via
super-high-technologies. What any one of you
out here would have laughed at 30-40 years ago, is NOW ALL HERE, AND
RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, RIGHT DOWN TO THE JAMES BOND HAND HELD CELL
PHONE UNIVERSES that you all carry around with you 24-7!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am only saying that that mind-message-voice (MMV) from
ops-395786-GYEWQ, was used on me, and that I then as a result, heard
the warning, and then sure as goddamn pig shit fucking stinks to high
holy hell, kaboom and slam, along came the 'fulfilling of their
CHOKE-DAY prophecy, right on cue, down to the exact day that it was
promised to strike me, yo yo yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff KJM,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
now we come to it, me wonderful blogaudians. Why then, and especially
in light of the great newly realized life formula of mine (PE+C=MDS),
did this happen to me BEFORE Merry's dishwasher questions, staircases
and stair-chases, and BEFORE CONTACT, which WAS
1983, not the previous year of 1982? Can anyone guess why this is
still fully GREEN?
So why does the formula work here, even better than you may think at
first glance? Let me tell those who may not be quite intelligent
enough to figure it out. I only made mention of
this a couple of times on this entire thirteen-year-blogging-project,
so it would take ten fucking Albert Einstein's to most likely
decipher it without some hints and clues. I was at a
Philadelphia dental office, about a week or so BEFORE the dish water
voice inside my head, and yes, I HAD ORDERED
THE 'PRIVECODE'
MACHINE, that was
delivered AFTER the voice, “but still”, as
the great L&O Lenny Brisco says so well, CONTACT
WAS MADE, and it was the PRIVECODE
MACHINE. Remember also,
that this machine was a tremendous item even when only used for the
purpose that it was intended for, screening out annoying telephone
callers by asking for a private-code-number before it allowed the
telephone bell to ring. But still, and yes Spellchecker BUTTERCHEESE
PINK GODDESS; this great machine never caught on, and I
was one of the very few users of this fantastic device, invented by
the once called IMMC
(INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES, INCORPORATED).
This later in this century, or late into the previous one somewhere,
changed to the InterDigital Corporation.
So more proof continues to bear out the great and newly discovered
life formula of the Mountainpen, PE+C=MDS.
Sheriff, none of this fucking shit is imaginary, and none of it is
delusional. In fact, the FAWCES hate this blog, as I figured they
would, and are making my door slammers and upstairs bangers and many
other NABE-ENEMIES begin assaulting me with MAJOR NOISES!!!!
Mow
more about the wild hyperspace-interaction that occurred in the
middle of the year of 2008, that had both the Philadelphia skyline in
it, as well as scenery outside of the Atco, New Jersey home
surrounding it, despite Atco and Philadelphia being too far apart to
even be connected by line of sight from anywhere near ground-level.
Also in further addition, this wild 'dreaming experience' contained
the home that I would come to reside in, Judge Frank Raso's rental
home right near the Hammonton, New Jersey Walmart Store. THE SPACE
BAR HACK is being used again,Sheriff, these hackers are powerful and
fucking endlessly annoying, kind sir, & in
direct violation of my CONSTITUTIONALLY SO-CALLED
PROTECTED CIVIL RIGHTS, AS A LEGALLY BORN, UNITED STATES FUCKING
CITIZEN, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!! No folks, and Sheriff; I was
absolutely clueless to this house and had never so much as driven
down Middle road where it was on, other than late at night when I may
have occasionally used it as a shortcut to the 206 road further
north, while driving to my Florence Township security
guard post, called the Griffin Pipe Company, before that dirt bag
Mister Jimmy Stone fired me
from the place without good cause, on September the first, in 2004.
But other than a few quick auto passes at night on that dark street,
I was never even around there in my entire life, and definitely did
not even know that his house existed. Still,
Lenny sir; that house was in my DREAM, that house of nightmares and
horrors where I lived with the KINGS, and yes, the QUEENS too, as I
soon came to learn in the FUTURE TIMES OF NOW; oh great,
wonderful, and awesome United States Copyright Office of Washington,
13-600-DC. Yes there was Pool-Roy, and then there was
Secret-Hyperspace-Museums Roy. Hey Joanna from
1979, are you out there with another great W---O---W?????????????
Joanna was my FIRST
CONSENTUAL
SEXUAL
ENCOUNTER, after none
total child molestations that I suffered through, beginning in early
1966 at the NJNP Institute at Princeton, New Jersey, by those
horrible female attendant perverts, and the pattern of sexual
molestation and my victimization just continued onward from there
from the time I hit fucking age eleven, kind Sheriff Mascara,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why I always enjoy receiving your
warning calls. Keep up the great work, kind Sheriff KJM of Saint
Lucie County, Florida, sir and
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir Sheriff, I
blocked out of my mind, a whole lot of super unpleasant childhood
mother fucking horrendous dogshit, kind sir. Slowly but
Airplanes-Shirley and
dry-throats lab technicians, multiple things began returning
into my mind; some through the waking world, and as you may know by
now, other things, in alternate-hyperspace,
or as others would say, while asleep and dreaming. 'WHATEVER', huh
kind Congressman Andrews, old pal?????????? I'll never ever forget
the skyline views of Philly in that powerful 'dream', or the Atco
views in an alternate direction, and what I won't forget most of all,
is that house without any hallways, containing
6-9 rooms, with the wind blowing through it and the doors slamming as
a result, unlike here in my building today, where doors do not need
any magical winds to fucking blow. Philadelphia is of course
where the throat specialist is located, who I would come to see on
the following year of twisting roads and ESS
travelers of 1984, only instead of paying a carrier bill, I
was visited by a Carey. I love the way the Bible, and prophets
such as Daniel, were shown all of these incredible hyperspace
decipherable truths, so I don't have to feel
all alone and completely isolated here. There really are
others who these gods have shared their secrets with, so super ass
wow, and hellapukeyuk to that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButTERCHEESE-Big-ass-BUTTTTT folks, there is so much to that magical
office of this northeast Philadelphia throat specialist, that time
will NEVER EVER EVER NEVER, to quote the lovely Mizz Diana Ross,
allow, and Uncle Heinz Babylon Gottwald Non-Huntington “PERMIT”
me, to fully explore down the nth degreed detail and fullest
elaborations. I truly am sorry for this, but that doesn't fucking
mean that each blog or each few of them, I cannot slowly and
endlessly continue to attack the problem and decode the endless
mysteries of the quintessential super sleuths of Mega-Holmes on
steroids!!! This house connects into my MILI-2-FORCE GIVEN CHOKE
CONDITION of warp drive inventor Roddenberry/Zephran Cochran
short-out Kirk-Spock no-no-try, Paula Pau002153196 King's
non-Spellchecker antimatter-radio
of the non amplitude modulation
kind, and also electronic musical devices in general and heavyset
Caucasian police officer suits (ranked officers) who seem to not like
me for reasons that I never gave them any onus whatsoever to feel
that way about me. Something Bernie Sanders HUUUUGE is going on here,
and all joking fucking aside, I know it, they
know it, I know that they know it, and they know that I know that
they know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the 'THEY'
is of course the mighty and frightening gun in
the mouth non Griffin Pipe Visiting Ray-mundo's
MILI-2-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, if I had been a few miles away from Lindenwold that day, and in
Gloucester, I would have snuck over Merr, and told you not to worry
about being punished on Halloween Day for whatever it was you did,
only was that a year earlier in 1974, as the more I think of it, it
was, so that would all be as much of a moot point as worrying about
the great life formula of the Mountainpen, you know, Purgatory
Entities, when you are in contact with them, will bring about the
death siege from the Air Force and the MILITUFORCE in general, or
reduced down a whittle bit, PE+C=MDS. So Neo-Ho-Ren-Gay-Key-Oh to you
too, lovely Patty H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time
is merely a byproduct of the universe growing heavier/lighter. Over
extremely large cosmic time scales, and all learned nuclear
physicists know thisSSSSSSSSS and maybe Erica Cane from 1983-AMC does
too, but you all know that stars form from the original young cosmic
gasses after purgatory blows out into the hyper-dream, (BIG-BANG) as
you call it, and once stars form, a nuclear process makes heavier and
heavier elements after these same stars die. Thus time on its true
scale is caused by stars birthing and dying. Just as with kids
sticking their heads out of their parents car windows while the car
is in motion, they can feel the frictional forces of air molecules
pressing against them as their car goes faster, that same
acceleration against the weight of cosmos, forces time to dilate or
(slow down), and then resume back to normal after that acceleration
is reduced and or eventually halted all together. Before
I go on, at quarter past three, and for absolutely no reason
whatsoever, Sheriff Mascara kind sir, MY COMPUTER ALMOST CRASHED.
SOMEONE IN THE MILITUFORCE IS SCREWING WITH ME ILLEGALLY,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So back to my point here, and yes
heredahelda Mister Microsoft Spellchecker; just as the kids in their
parents automobile would also feel less and less forces against them
as pressure from the winds go down from 50-40-25 miles per hour via
the automobile decelerating. This same thing is why time dilates as
we approach a near light velocity, only with slightly different
forces, but the very same powers go into play. This all will lead to
something and I won't try to get into it all until a proper
foundation is laid, so let me lay it folks, please, thank you. The
great Einstein was given visual-boxes inside of his mind by Astral
Plane Gods, (Coins and Coils). But never were things explained in a
competitiveness where we understand that things here in mortal waking
life, exist as they do directly as a result of the way the
Millionth-Council or the AWA (Astral World Authority) is all set up
to function and operate, by those in control, who would of course be,
those with the most energy. First, getting back to the mortal realm
of dreamed-out-hyperspace of physicality; TIME
in the MATTER POLARITY, is the UNIVERSE becoming HEAVIER.
TIME in the ANTI-MATTER POLARITY, is the
universe becoming lighter. Again, only atomic and nuclear
physicists understand a real connection to things that I will say,
but anyone is free to investigate and contact them, or go to a top
university physics department, or nuclear engineering department. So
atomic weight, which in some sense is cousinly to particle density's
RATIO (not Sorian-18) to MIND/GRAVITY, is creating cosmic fabric's
two of three parts, inside of its remaining other part, SINCE SPACE
IS NEEDED TO SEPARATE BOTH TIME-T, AND MIND/G. Now folks, I
don't mother fucking give six Peter's Prostate Problems why the
Milituforce attempted to crash my computer, I will only thank the
great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Queen of the Astral-Plane
(PURGATORY-PLANK-TIME) that it did not succeed in
crashing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this is why things are the way
that they are here in the dreamed out hyperspace called mortal waking
life by all of you, BUT IT'S ALSO WHY the
Purgatory operates in the way that it does; me good-ol' fiends
and friends out there on this marvelous and mighty yet absolutely
controlled, owned, and manipulated Interconnected Networking system
(internet). There really and truly is an
ORDER OF IMPORTANCE on this very well ordered and structured
ASTRAL-PLANE. This ruling force is called there, the AWA,
or the Astral World Authority,
simply and quite adequately named with elegant and simply direct to
the point nomenclature, me friends and fiends, Morians and Lessians.
666,666 Purgatites (Astral-world-entities) govern this
Millionth-Council (MC) at the location of the Capitol City, and call
themselves the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority, or the SDKM for short.
The remaining 333,334 entities of this 1,000,000 total entities
council, MC, are known as the Briggbase Residents, and are also known
as (AKA) the Lambrigg Cultists. They of course are across the great
incredible and absolutely unfathomable Teck Bay, that separates many
things in three full dimensions, Dogtown that mortals think of as
HELL, Sahasra Dal Kanwal that mortals think of as HEAVEN, and the
BRIGGBASE that is most furtherest away in a central in one of three
dimensions but extremely southwest of both Dogtown and SDK, across
this great mighty body of water that has on average a surf of 450
foot waves, and is over seventy three million miles long, fifty four
million miles thick, and nearly a million miles wide. Mortals cannot
get their minds around a realm that is like our great expansion, only
fully accessible and is so enormous that it dwarfs this universe by
endless zillions of times, and allows a full three dimensional
existence throughout the so-called space. Actually in truth, there is
no space or time for that matter in this incredible condition of
existence, but in each and every interaction that is one and the same
thing with every thought, all I can say is that it is as if space and
time were not only real, but a lot more real and vigorous to our
existence-connection into it, than anything here in waking mortal
life. One Kalpa is what humans can attempt to rationalize a time
period if it were lived as a human here on the Earth-Planet. This
Kalpa is an interaction averaged measurement. It would seem about
8,000,000 years long here. But smaller amounts
of this, called minnina-Kalpa's are used as well. Many hacks
are all over my computer Sheriff, and the
FAWCES HATE ME SAYING AND TELLING SO MANY POWERFUL
ASTRAL-SECRETS! Well, “TOUGH BEANS”, as my
late Uncle Mister Stuart Huntington Mason, would say this so
perfectly right about now if he were peering over my mother fucking
shoulder, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! Yes a Minnina-Kalpa is one nine
thousandths of something, so if you pull out your trusty whittle
Walmart Calculator, kind folks; hit 8,000,000,
then your divided by key, and then hit
9,000. This will display the
888.888888888888 all the way to
however many digits your little box will go. That in mortal Earth
year/time, is an averaged unit of Astral equivalent measurement. It
is one MK, or nearly 889 years of our physical world time here on the
Earth-Planet. But the actual elections take place each KALPA, a
period seeming to be what 8,000,000 years would feel like here, to
us, should we have to suffer through one endlessly long dream.
Now
all of us are truly energy entities. If we were not, then we could
not be divided by the square of the speed of light, and end up
dreaming out here, hence, plank-time never would have gone any
further outward from the original void of singularity. But we do lose
our energy in the Plank Time, (Purgatory), and thus we do dream out
and create this hyperspace world where we all come to live,
eventually, in many different varying points across all of time and
hyperspace in transdimensional parallel worlds. Out far enough in the
weirdness of bull blown hyperspace, we may exist as a pizza pie and
we then turn into an old 50's Chevy, and all sorts of crazy stupid
wild nonsense. But in more localized regions of the fifth dimensional
hyperspace, we are almost as we are right here, with just some few
variances due to different decisions that we all make on a minute to
minute basis. But all that said, let me continue laying the
groundwork about Purgatory so that I can make more sense out of
waking world blown out hyperspace. As stated, if we weren't
energy-beings, all of us, we would and we could NOT be here, as we
would not be able to divide by C-SQ and begin to dream that we are
here in a physical system through and by way of a large sentient
brain system, powered by a physical body that pumps blood so that
this brain's gray-matter can be properly oxygenated and remain
'alive'. Now the Coins and the Coils are
on top of the Astral food-chain, so to speak, because they have the
most energy, the (Gods and Goddesses)
This is why when we first begin dreaming in each of our lifetimes
here as human beings, and yes, even the girls or the so called
'weaker-sex', which is a total laugh to me; but kids all love to sit
around and test their physical strength against each other, usually
done with 'arm wrestling'. But before you scoff and ask how one
minute I can be talking about sub atomic particle truths and then
even attempt to say that this topic is related, where a bunch of
school kids in a fourth grade recess yard sit around arm wrestling,
all I can say is “Don't laugh, just listen”. Kids are closest
in time, out of this Astral-Plane, if we
insist on seeing and perceiving the illusion of 'linear-time'.
This is why kids love to do this, and always have, and always will. I
remember my school days as clearly as shit on a shingle would stink,
and you all know that I am telling you the fucking total truth here.
Now this physical strength challenging mindset among the very young
and right up well into the teenaged years, verifies all that I have
said so far. Denying my truths of Morianity is just plain stupid, and
most of you out here know this. Yes, you too Erica, you know
thisSSSSSSSSS too, lovely girl Lucci!!!!!!!!!!!!! What
are these closest to the {PLANK-TIME} 'kids' really doing then; you
ask me? Well, a child can see this
truth, so can any of you adults see it yet? They
are putting together a 'hireokki', and yes, it is misspelled
because I am a lousy fucking speller, and Spellchecker is totally
impotent to assist me with the word, but if you pronounce it the way
I am spelling it, you will at least fucking know what I am saying
here. They are creating, whether it be in a
local playground, a school yard at recess, or wherever, but a
hireokki of who is who in the kid-world, and BASED ON WHO IS STRONGER
THAN WHO. Kids may measure this
in physical strength, but as they become
adults, this same energy fight for who is better than who, is
merely transferred into a bank balance sheet
system, and all of us know these truths are totally real,
and that I am making NONE
OF
THIS
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things will be re-channeled, yes; but this same struggle for power is
because in our true spirit existence on the
ASTRAL-PLANE, we are ENERGY ENTITIES, and we struggle there as
well, for position and power, that is unless we have a CITY
PASS into the great City of David, Heaven, SDK, call it
whatever you wish to, but it is there, and it is real; and folks, I
have human waking world memories of my being there, and with the
great Almighty SSJKK!!!! I also call HER Scylla,
and PINK GODDESS.
BUTTERCHEESE-BUTTTT, and big ass butt; we can
get back to this later on some time on other future blogs, as
for right now, my immediate point is energy, as in the laws of
thermodynamics and electromotive forces, E divided by T equals P, or
Energy divided by Time Equals Power.
Ask any great university if I am telling the truth,or if this is all
FAKE NEWS, huh CUZZ DONNIE-BOY??????????
Yes,
the Coins and the Coils have 99% or more of the energy, when we other
entities measure up to them. This is why, on the human world, we
human mortals get these “notions and
ideas”, to quote the lovely late Queen of Disco, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer; of our concept of words that translate into
English waking world language religious systems, GODS, GODDESSES, or
even the monotheistic JEHOVAH GOD, or GOD. So naturally also, we
humans are here as Astral Plane Entities or (Purgatites) as Morianity
has coined the word and no pun intended with the word COIN or COINED,
IPYT, and are dreaming off of our Astral existence. Our dreams are
much more frequent, and the COINS/COILS are so full of power/energy,
that they hardly ever have any need to dream out here in the BIG BANG
(blown out fifth dimensional hyperspace. These GODS/GODDESSES are
usually very snooty about these truths, that they have most of the
energy, and we are basically an inferior or lower species, as I have
heard one of them term it upon several occasions. I speak of the
Demi-God Myrathus, a resident of the next province over from Olympia
Province, who has a huge mansion and property along the Ring River
and the Ring River Mountains Southnest called the Pulkajemjzayflaum
Pass. This is an area about the size of two Pacific Oceans on the
Earth Planet, and just his goddamn home is half the size of Russia.
He has said to me on several goddamn occasions that I am considered
to be the most arrogant mortal that any of the gods have ever known,
and that I must accept the reality that “I am a much lower species”
than the great Coils despite the fact that a giant beyond lovely coil
named Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis is in love with me and
lives with me at the Ricktown Manor in Ricktown, far from her home in
Olympia Proper. Yes, all these gods may be filled with their great
glorious glitter and shine from heredahelda to Timbuktu, but I still
love Goddess Diana, and speaking of her, she came over yesterday
morning to visit with me for a short while. Thank you so very much,
my beautiful lightning, IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990, ad thank you for
rescuing me from Whitney and her horrible friends on that crazy wild
beach shortly after she died here humanly, as mortals insist on
seeing and using the powerful illusions of linear
time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't give a fucking mighty Manny Moo Cow what anyone does or says or
anything. Why do so many people want to tell me that I am wrong? I am
most likely the one person is who totally right, and my wonderful
daughter knows this, and made a great comment on my site a long time
ago. Thank you Pink
Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe some day, the world will
take Dan Mackey's advice, and grow up just a wee whittle bit, huh
Johnny Faster McDowell of the former FCC chair????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank. Hey I
was told to call you Chester, and would gladly have called you Frank.
I try to get along with people, YO!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA;
Mister Mike McNulty, from 1971, out in Exton,
Pennsylvania!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir world, I think most people
are crazier than Tracy's tripping traumas, yet they think I am the
mother fucking whack job; so imagine that, at light speed specialist
squared, huh Mister Microsoft
Spellchecker????????????
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Thank
you CRAZY-COMCAST. Yes folks, my local library
told me that the first word is in ENGLISH. The second WELCOME word is
in SPANISH, and the third word is in FRENCH. Imagine that, Mizz
Antoinette Rabil and all pig eating beauty queens to hear my Cuzz-Don
tell it from across “THE WALL”. WOW to all camcorders and WALLS,
and SAINT JAMES PLACES, huh? LIKE WO, Billy Harner! Oh yes folks,
that wild Exploratronic Supermind Society dream from half a dozen
years back or a wee bit less. I mean, Gomer Pyle of all non-Pyle
Avenues and 125th
Streets everywhere, just couldn't say it better than this, I mean,
like, GOLLLLLEY, SAAAARGENT CAATTER, and a MY, MY, MERRY
MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All this mother fucking time I
wondered about winding roads and paid bills and Comcast Cable
offices, and how it all fitted together. Well,
WELCOME.Bienvenido.Bienvenue, welcome, welcome, Mister Microsoft
Spellchecker!!!!!!!!!!! They wanted me to believe that I was going
through another goddamn INCOLLINGO EGG HARBOR CITY GROCERY STORE
incident, only it wasn't, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with
cupcakes, or not having proper driver license identification back up
there in goddamn ass New Jersey, or any other transdimensional
hyperspace activities. I am not being switched into some fucking ass
parallel universe. I AM JUST BEING CONTINUALLY FUCKING MESSED WITH BY
THE SAME OLD ENEMIES, YOU KNOW, THE MILITUFORCES, including the
ENTERTAINWORLD VIA THE ALMIGHTY COMCAST CABLE SYSTEM. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD.
Yes folks, it is all just the same mother fucking shit on a different
mother fucking day, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure wish
you'd goddamn help out an old diseased dying and totally fucking
pathetic old man, Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and yes, BUTTERCHEESE too Spellchecker, I won't
expect any fucking nice whittle miracles in here or in heredahelda
either, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!
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it, pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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theansweristheqyuestion
SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, MY UPSTAIRS MOTHER
FUCKING NABES
ARE POURING IT ON WITH SUPER LOUD MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, THROWING SHIT
ALL AROUND AND MAKING HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKING NOISE. IT BEGAN AT
JUST PAST ELEVEN THIS CUNT EATING MORNING. WHEN I STARTED THE BLOG IT
GOT FAR WORSE, AND JANE WHORE FONDA “GOT ME
REALLY GEUUUUUUUUUUUD” ON TOP OF THAT WITH HER GODDAMN
FUCKING ONES ASSAULT ON ME, SO HERE IS MY FUCKING
COMPENSATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AS I SPEAK, THE FUCKING DEATH ANGEL IS
PASSING ME ON MY RIGHT SIDE AT 11:16. THIS IS BEING DONE, AS IT IS
EVERY SINGLE TIME FOLLOWING THESE STUPID COMMUNITY BUILDING MEETINGS,
WITHOUT FAIL. I REFUSE TO ATTEND THEM SHERIFF BECAUSE I HAVE ENEMIES
HERE TRYING TO MAKE MY LIFE HELLISH AND CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS A FULL TRIAD ASSAULT ON ME SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. MY OTHER TWO
JERK OFF NABES ARE ALSO IN ON THIS MOTHER FUCKING ATTACK ON ME AS
WELL.
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RED
ALERT SIR-RED ALERT SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
reason that I call this my TRIAD NABE HELL,
I'll remind you again the reasoning behind their genius and this was
told to the prior resident manager, Mizz Debbie Morato. Directly
across from my door to the hallway is the first of these three who
have caused me and still do, continuous fucking annoyance. When I
offered a lot of money to them recently for some musical help, they
did not wish to help. Why would anyone who is poor turn down money,
Sheriff? I know that I would fucking not. But hey, don't fucking
believe a word that I say, I can't twist any arms. Then there is the
pigs next to me who slam continuously, and who used to leave all
sorts of fucking trash right out in the hallway and brought me
endless roaches and rodents as a result. Then
there is dirt bag Hammering Harriet above me,
who today is persecuting me to death; kind Sheriff. Every so
often, she rearranges her stupid fucking ass apartment, I suppose, or
maybe that is just the excuse for throwing
heavy objects all around and making thunderous mother
fucking sounds all day long and disturbing my peace, kind Sheriff
KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here fucking comes
another right side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, KIND SIR, AT 11:27 A.M. I
don't know why I don't die, as nobody in the mother fucking world
that I know of could take 50 years of endless death persecution,
AGENT FALCON
& AGENT CONDOR, of
never-ending NON-PEACE
for the rest of my WPIX-CHANNEL-11-UFO
COVERUP LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
let us now open up and tell the newest huge BUTTERCHEESE
SECRETS, and speaking of that, notice how all of the
persecution and hacking got me to forget telling the entire story on
a previous blog about this, after I began to tell it, and the
harassment was off the scale vicious and made me forget. I only told
how I was on STARBURN-ODI property in Pennsylvania, USA-ESMWG, and
never got into how my daughter was there and said to me, “I want
you to do me a favor” When I asked her what that favor was and she
told me, I was unable to remember the details of it originally on the
first day after the dreaming-interaction (soul-traveling hyperspace
experience interaction) that I 'awakened out of'. BUTTERCHEESESE-BIG
ASS BUTTTTTTTT, I remembered it about two days later on. She said
that she did not want me to talk about reptiles and alligators any
longer. So how does that all fit into my medical stuff, as well as
the pharmacy that I had to go to on that one occasion while this mess
was all being slowly worked out? Well, the details to it all will
require an entire blog, so sometime later on, we may tackle this in
better elaboration, hopefully. For right now people, let me get back
on pernt with the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor misery. You will all find
this quite intelesting, Mister 'grown-up-man', and FCC Chairman,
Mister McDowell. Einstein was given a great formula by the gods of
the purgatory. You all know it unless you have been living inside a
stupid ass Candy-Crush App or a cave all of your life. E=MC-SQ. Well,
for half a century, I have been searching for my own formula and
truth that explains just why I am going through all of my miseries,
but to no avail. I searched ad searched for night and day and found
no cats, no dogs, no kids, no disco singers, and yes lovely late
Donna Gaines, there most definitely WAS something very wrong
somewhere, to quote you!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, no matter how hard that I
tried, I couldn't figure out my life or reduce it to a formula. But
in the past week, I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN DOING
THIS. I have meditated, philosophized, agonized, prayed; and
decade after decade passed, without any hope of arriving at a very
simple yet powerful truth. Without going on and on here, here is the
simple formula that my entire thirteen year blogging project CAN
INDEED BE reduced to, AS WELL AS MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE.
PE+C=MDS
P
stands for Purgatory
E
stands for Entities
C
stands for Contact
M
stands for Mili-2-Force
D
stands for Death
S
stands for Siege
(Purgatory
Entities plus Contact equals Mili-2-Force Death Siege). It just
doesn't get simpler than that, nor does it reduce down any further
into a lower common denominator. THAT IS THE LURCH-ROCKDROID
EQUATION, lovely Pink Buttercheese!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No,
I need no visitations over at the Griffin Pipe Company, nor any guns
shoved into my mouth; to make me 'cough up' the powerful equation
that 'PE+C=MDS'.
But what I will add here, folks; is Erica 1983 Cane AMC
thissssssssssssssssss. Eventually, they will have to get off my back
and stop this noise, or I will call 9-1-1. When thissssssssssssssss
happens, lovely Susan Erica Lucci; I will tell some huge fucking shit
about the Astral Plane that I only fucking cunt opened up on a tiny
whittle bit the other day on a prior blogging text. I will tell you a
lot more about the gods/goddesses (coins and coils) of the energetic
hireokki system. Spellchecker won't
help me give a correct spelling, and I am a rotten speller, so
pronounce the word in blue as it sounds from my spelling of it. The
reason that all of this is so important is that there is an old
saying here in mortal waking life that goes, “As above, so below”.
This is vely vely true, Mister ex-Cooley-HHH Bob McDowell, later
turned FCC Chairman, fulfilling the prophecy of one special-ed
teacher by the name of Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!! I would say that he
grew up and became a man, wouldn't you, Mister DM sir??????????
Yes
folks, I can't speak for any of you and certainly won't ever try to.
BUTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE, and BIG ASS
BUTTERCHEESE-BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT; I know that I am indeed learning
powerful shit on that wonderful television show. Sheriff Mascara, the
stock market was down yesterday, so they have paid off these scum
above me to persecute me with super loud noise today, and so I ask
you, IS THIS REALLY FAIR, to endlessly fucking pick on a sick
pathetic old man who has done absolutely fucking cunt nothing to
deserve any of this from this TOTALLY FUCKING
EVIL WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE??????????????????? Cum-puke-her
“BLACK-HAT” HACKERS are really fucking hacking my PC (computer),
Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
16, 2016,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 70 DEGREES FNHT.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 82 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 90%, AND FEELING 69 .
WIND
IS S AT 16, WITH GUSTING TO 23.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0
Donald
and Paula, PERRRR-fect together, huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my
story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody cares.
First I can just go and say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Then I can also
add in: To
this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am
totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People
amaze me more by the day, and the millennium!
Sheriff
Mascara kind sir, I have nothing to prove to anyone, including you.
Soon, you will have a very big mess on your hands, MY MURDER. I
actually feel a lot sorrier for you than I do for me, you see, I will
be god dam dead. I can't be hurt any more after that!!! That (`~HACK)
is really back on a major vengeance, old pal Bob FCC Dowell, from
Cooley-Wormhole Hall.
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to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister
Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???
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why did the Milituforce attack me
big time with Monday morning's assault if there was no trading
on the dam stock market; you wonder? Hey, they love to pick on me on
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAYS also, so read the last
dam decade of MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
Here
comes another death angel attack at 12:21 P.M. On this super fucking
botbar day, 23 BOTBAR NUMBER January, 2019, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!
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could sure use the Russian's help after this horrendous three year
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it, pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Folks,
I am under the absolute mother fucking worst attack since this
nightmare all began between 1983
and 1986, in that beyond
weird, wild, and inconceivable time period somewhere. As with all
mysteries, even its origins are shrouded in ambiguities and unknowns,
and as said on more than one occasion in Morianity, this exact time
of origin just simply CANNOT BE DETERMINED!
However it is definitely between 1983 and 1986, as before this I only
had to deal with extremely mysterious HALLS-FAWCES,
but after this, and I do mean BIG ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTT-BUTTERCHEESE here
folks; yes after thisSSSSSSSSS Mizz Erica Cane Snakes of 1983, THAT
is when I have had to deal with the HUMAN REALM ENEMY that the Halls
Fawces caused me to FALL UNDER!!!!!!! These fucking bastards are not
missing a trick, all the hacks on this PC today are happening, from
not allowing me to make lines, changing my spot on the page, and so
on and so on and so mother fucking turd eating on, yo yo yo yo yo,
KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, of Saint
Lucie County, Florida, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky
Way Galaxy, NJUSAESMWG.
Speaking
of BIG-ASS BUTTS on early blogs, yes I made a fucking boo-boo.
I wrote the lyrics to that original 1983 song
called, “Girl I'll Tell You anything”,
as putting the letter D back before the letter B, when actually the
song lyrics went, “When
you put the letter 'C'
back before the letter 'B',
or put the letter 'G'
back before the letter 'D'.
But now's the time to make it rhyme, and not to do so is a crime, the
mountain tops are there to climb”,
or as SpellCHECKER wants me to say, “The
mountainpen something or other”, but that's neither heredahelda
here nor there, oh wonderful mighty Microsoft
Spellchecker. And as the great teenager from 1971, Mister Mike
McNulty would say right about now, people; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!
Yes speaking of the devil as the old human realm expression goes, and
BIG-ASS BUTTS and non-butter-cheeses; the late and not all that great
Mister Robert Heitzmann could chime in
here with a wild saying of his, made to me as a teenager when he
would get all pissed off at me and call me “Huckleberry
Finn” without any of Misses Messenger's lovely tasting with
lovely sugar added, ICE TEA!!!!! Then this fine outstanding cultured
gentleman would bellow out to me, and yes Spellchecker, all of my
stories are outlandish but they're all totally true and real yo, but
he would bellow out, “Jerry came from me, not the other way
around”. The same thing applies also
regarding the GREAT SONG/S, folks; so remember THAT, as well
as all BUTTERCHEESE STORIES from the land of
MEDICAL-OZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
here is what has been done to me Sheriff. Comcast
Cable began playing another one of their
mother fucking games with me yesterday, FRIDAY, 18 January. If
it is not another “Let's make the poor
bastard crazy Miss Nautblake from AT&T”,
then I don't fucking know what is. Beginning at around two in the
afternoon, yesterday, Sheriff sir, I am not allowed to use my three
arrow buttons on my remote control. They claim
I never should have been able to use them, and that this is a DVR
service, where you can pause a show or use the reverse and
forward buttons. Ever since I had the account,
I was able to use them. Now they claim that this never was a
viable feature. They almost had me totally
fucking believing that I had traveled into another PARALLEL WORLD,
and went from my sleep directly into this new world where most things
were the exact same as before, with the exception of this particular
Comcast Cable feature on my account package with them. They are
playing games with me. After I spoke with them, I unplugged my unit
from the power source and plugged it back in, and it worked again,
despite their telling me that it never worked
on my package and never will work, and that if I want this feature, I
must switch over to the DVR package that will cost me an additional
ten dollars monthly. Now every day they reboot the system at a
particular time, and the customer has no choice about this. We can
alter the schedule for this to occur, but “it
will be a daily happening”, to
quote Mister John Lennon of the great
NON-MCKINNON BEATLES ESS TERAVELERS of
1969; huh Mister fucking Ciprionni,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????? Now when I
reboot after their daily update-reboot, it works again. This same
thing happened again when I woke up today. I try to use the feature
that I have had for two or more years under this new computer garbage
TV system, and I get a blue and white no-no-circle with the line
through it, saying that I cannot use this feature on this box. Again,
to remind my viewing Blogaudians, this just popped and pooped up out
of nowhere beginning yesterday at 2:00 P.M. Before that, this never
ever mother fucking cunt eating happened. If I am lying in any way or
making up one word of this nightmare fucking shit kind folks, I
hope and sincerely pray that the almighty goddess Jehovah BURNS MY
SPIRIT IN ENDLESS HELL FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not making shit
up, this is actually literally happening the fuck to me, Mister James
Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, New Jersey, from 1975, yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now many times when I have had to reboot my
system due to their stupid ass fucking computer freeze ups and other
hacked bullshit, I know exactly what used to appear on my TV monitor
screen during the rebooting process. BUT NOW FOLKS, a brand new deal
is on the screen during the reboot. It used to come on saying WELCOME
and then lots of other screens would follow in regular exact
intervals, but ever since yesterday when this fucking shit started
happening to me, Bob McDowell former Chairman of the almighty
NON-BLUEBOOK Communications system called the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, and former great pal of mine from Jersey back in Dan
Mackey's class and Mildred Young's class, when our desks were right
next to each other at Cooley Hall High Hell, ALL BLACK
HAT WEARING HACKERS AND BLUEBOOKERS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF SIR; yezzir, when this shit started,
now I get the following print on my television screen, oh WONDERFUL
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI), AND AMERICAN CIVIL
LIBERTIES FUCKING CUNT UNION (ACLU): Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue.
This is beyond fucking outlandish, beyond inconceivable, and beyond
unfathomable, Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then no other
shit happens until the screen pops on saying I am connecting to my
entertainment experience and then comes the normal broadcast signal
of whatever was on TV before the reboot, as usual. But the entire
reboot process has altered, and now, it seems; every single day, I
have to reboot after their fucking daily updated-reboot to the system
that is NON-OPTIONAL as was previously stated, and without doing
this, my three arrow button on my remote simply won't function any
longer in the way that they always had before. The Cable Comp[any
insists that this is not happening the way that it is, JUST
AS MISS AT&T BLAKE from the fucking New Jersey annoyance Caller
Bureau, back in 1983, insisted that no one could possibly be
on my telephone line when they had it disconnected from their system
during the line-trap that was being installed, but the almighty
mother fuckign Copyright Office knows this story only two cock
sucking well, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir!!! This is when SHE SAID TO
ME, impossible as Mizz Blake insisted, “I don't need this, no ho no
nothing”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right Betty? Not Crocker, but
someone is pulling a big lode of Crocker Crock on me, huh Mister
BonJovi and Engineer Ryan, as if this is not the goddamn
quintessential Store High
In Transport,
then what the mother fucking SHIT
is??????? Sheriff Mascara, this is my own
goddamn fucking fault. I have been too
fucking scared to come over and beg you for help, as every law
enforcement official since this nightmare began, won't listen or
believe me at all, and treats me like
cunt eating fucking dogshit. If I don't screw up my
courage and at least try to ask you to help me, I am not going to
make it to get the fuck out of this evil empire when I turn age 66.
They won't allow me to make money, and my
bennies are not going to be paid to me if I run away to some south
American nation and away from this evil empire where these BLUEBOOG
MILITUFORCE evil bastards are persecuting me to death with this
endless mother fucking hell and harassment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You see people, and you too Sheriff if you're really out there;
before CONTACT was made, I was only under the effects of these alien
or HALLS FAWCES indirectly. But as I tried to tell Jim burr and was
totally unsuccessful at it, once the point was reached where contact
was made, and this would be through and by way of the PRIVECODE
MACHINE quite obviously, this is when I had to start dealing with
the HUMAN GOVERNMENT SYSTEMS of the world. BLUEBOOK has finally made
me see a truth that has mother fucking managed to elude me now ever
since this began, so guess what folks. For 13 years you have heard me
say I wish I could someday just know who is doing this to me, AND
FUCKING WHY they are doing this to fucking me, and NOW, FINALLY,
AFTER MANY FUCKING CUNT EATING GODDAMN DECADES, I
CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally I understand. Thank
you great wonderful fucking HISTORY CHANNEL. Two marvelous
cable television channels have come to my rescue and verified
incredible fucking shit for me now, the A&E
CHANNEL, with the Donna
Gaines Summer 1968 music project shit, and the HISTORY
CHANNEL, with this BLUEBOOK
fucking shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U,
THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U,
THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK
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U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U,
THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK
U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U,
THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK
U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U,
THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK
U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U,
THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK U, THANK-U, THANK-U, THANK
U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PRIVECODE
was somehow capable of emitting high energy
photons outside of its housing and into my room, and house,
upon several occasions. Even the goddamn fucking power company,
(Atlantic City Electric Company) told me that that machine gave an
off the scale reading of electromagnetic pulse energy, when they came
over to Patricia Meeker's rental home in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, to
make some electrical energy measurements for me after I had requested
it. Long story as short as possible, when I would slam down the
receiver of my desk-top telephone, in anger, from time to time, and
this phone sitting atop of the machine, I would sometimes notice a
bright tiny flash of energy coming out of the machine and flying out
into the room and seemingly dissolving away after a short time.
However, the night before my mom took ill with that mysterious
illness of her own, while we shared a home that I bought in
Somerdale, New Jersey, back in late August of 1996 and then sold at
the end of March in 1998 and moving into Guthrie Shorts mansion at
231 Route 73 South in Blue Anchor, Mister Russ Thaxton On-guard, I
woke up to get a drink of water and I noticed that those same tiny
dots of energy were literally flying across my walls at the same
level and height of my electrical recepticals (wall-outlets). Several
times I also observed that they appeared to be coming out of the
PRIVECODE MACHINE, and then making their way all around the upper
level to this split level home on Harvard Avenue at the intersection
of Yale Avenue. Do I believe that Lightning,
Bob McDowell becoming the FCC-Chairman,
just a kid who sat next to me in school but got me talking
about a calendar I had made, from
another orbiting celestial body, and he had
recorded our conversation on his tape recorder, and was
playing it back to me on the phone, back in 1973, before his family
left Gibbstown, New Jersey, to move to Fort Wayne, Indiana, or my
seeing an advertisement in a dental office
on the last month that I resided at 1802 Robin Hill for
this PRIVECODE MACHINE, and then my plugging it into my system
with other strange devices upon my moving out and into Jerry Pliner's
Atco rental home, are all just some random silly fucking cunt
coinkeedink??? NO SIR, NO SIR, NO SIR,
Mister Apollo-13-Blakenauts, and Little Opee Howard of Mayberry,
North fucking Carolina, yo yo yo yo yo yo. I DO NAUT believe that, I
DO NAUT believe that I DO NAUT believe that I DO NAUT believe that I
DO NAUT believe that, NAUT for a second, oh wonderful great
daughter!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I KNOW THAT I KNOW
that much, but not to sound quite as arrogant as MC, I'll still keep
on saying I KNOW WHAT I KNOW; huh radio
station fucking queen PAULA KING of
ATLANTIC FUCKING NIGHTMARE CITY????
Yes
someone had me going about being switched again into another mother
fucking parallel universe. I wasn't. Still, I
have a fucked up brand new cable problem, NOT A BRAND NEW KEY, lovely
Melanie Safka. Yes again peeps, that lovely hair shampoo
commercial girl from 1980 rears her adorable pretty head, you know,
when she used to make that face and then say,
“WRRRRRRRRRRONG”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
never ever forget anything, Mister Ciprionni, Mister McKinnon, and
Mister Peter Vitteritti of Pleasantville local governments, and
strange other-worldly-calendars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Johnny
Fucker-Faster; gimme' a break, Bob. Hey it was funny, but you used to
beat that poor old dead horse to goddamn death, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Well
Hat-wearing Bluebookers, you want to fucking keep hurting me and
making me crazy as mother fucking shit on a cunt chewing shingle
dooya? Well, here is my story about
BUTTERCHEESE and the Butterfield Pharmacy situation. Yes
Inspector fucking cunt Henderson, “Here's the Superman-Louigee
situation” kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You want mother fucking total
war with me MILITUFORCE, fine, here blows, yo! Only
my Walgreen's Pharmacy and no other pharmacy, had that so
called shortage of the one milligram
Lorazepam tablets that my TCCH Clinic prescribes. I
checked out other pharmacies, and all of them had this medicine, I
called CVS, and many other major chain pharmacies. But Walgreen's
insisted that this shortage is real, and that I could only get the
medicine I need at Butterfields. Which is almost a twenty fucking
mile round trip drive every month, and I don't need that, no how, no
nothing, AT&T, and DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even Butterfield
Pharmacy told me this was a fucking total lode of store
high in
transport, otherwise BonJovi known as
SHIT, butTERCHEESE BUTTTTT, and not shit on a fucking cunt shingle,
yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Now during the time of that nightmare
newest persecution in my life, I had fallen asleep one night, and
suddenly had found myself walking around a beautiful area with trees
and very bright green grass and lakes and flowing rivers, and came to
learn that I owned this place, and it was the headquarters for the
Starburn Outreach Development Corporation, or SODI, in Pennsylvania.
Before moving on further, the hackers have brought back an old and
extremely fucking cunt annoying hack, called the “SPACE-BAR-HACK”
where the space bar does not work that well and suddenly you look and
realize that the page is filling up with red squiggly lines because
there is no spacing in-between fucking goddamn ass words. But back
now to my true tales of hellishness and 'woewhizme's' from the darker
side of Mister Serling's Twilight Zone. Some type of similar shit is
going on with this type of bullshit with my medication, as is going
on with my cable television mother fucking service, or lack thereof,
may be a more appropriate and accurate way of putting it. Just
how this is all done by the WOMO-MILITUFORCES OF MISTER HALL, can be
thought of like thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz AMC-Erica Cane-1983. Our
cosmos and world that we live on, as well as the vast expansion
surrounding it; is only partly made up of “atomic-stuff”;
to quote the great and late Doctor Carol Sagan.
No one really understood much, back in the Reagan years, and the
earlier disco years; just what the significance truly is to that
reality. Common sense tells me however, that once this is known
however, as it is today; we must realize that in the programming
creation inside of the PLANK-TIME or the (Purgatory) that exists
in-between zero dimensional singularity, and the dreamed out
(blown-out) fifth dimensional hyperspace that results from this
programming-creation force; there are seemingly
two separate operations, and one
leads to all of the atomic reality
dreamed out into the hyperspace, and another
one leads to all of the non-atomic
reality dreamed out into the hyperspace. Can however, these
two realities be mixed and merged, and married together,
at least every so often, in order to create all of the endless
unknown and crazy things that happen all around
us in our daily lives on a continuous basis, even though most
folks totally ignore all of thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Spellchecker
from 1983???????????????????????????? This is
the absolute best explanation for how the MILITUFORCE
manages to manipulate the atomic world, that mortals must exist in
and through on a physical level, while awake and conscious to
SPACE-TIME-MIND
(STM)!!! PRIVECODE was only the two-way contact point for
me, as these strange jerk offs who were following me around even back
in the nineteen-sixties, knowing my time schedule and making comments
to me on public beaches, and all other such things already discussed
and blogged throughout these thirteen fucking years of Mountainpen's
Morianity. Hey peeps, you all go right on believing whatever you wish
to. But I do know that I have comfortably now solved these two
problems and Louigee-situations in my own fucking mind. THAT
WAS THE EQUATION ALL ALONG, LURCHROCK ANDROID and Nurse Roddenberry
Chappel!!! A major loud aerial assault
is happening as I speak these words at just shy of ten past two this
cunt eating fucking ass afternoon, or maybe I should say, this
disasternoon. WOW-THAT, Joanna
Hooker and Joann
from the mighty Blueberry Hill RPL Sound
Studio! Let's all laugh now at Ziggy's Fallen Jetty and
Mariah's Huntington Staircases. Hey, why not,
Mister 1969 book burning old friend,
Mister Thaxton??????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
now discuss another ILLEGAL HARASSMENT BEING USED ON ME, KIND SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been talking to a few
people in recent days, and I won't give out any further mother
fucking information than this, Sheriff, unless you come over here
personally, and tell me you want to help me to get to the bottom of
this nightmare. Then I'll release names to you, and you can verify
and check stuff out to your very heart's content. I am hiding
nothing, and Morianity is NOT a book containing secrets. All
Bluebooks and all covers will be blown B4 this fucking shit is all
over. BUTTTTT, and forget BUTTERCHEESE please, Spellchecker,
BIG ASS BUTTTT, I must do all I can to protect other innocent folks
from MILITUFORCE HARM, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I have been told now by three
different persons who I fully trust as they would have absolutely no
Earthly fucking reason to tell me a lie concerning thisSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Erica. A major death angel assault is coming to me on my right
mother fucking side at 2:27 Post Meridian, kind Sheriff KJM SIR.
Also, a computer hacker is really totally fucking with my attempts to
freely blog and freely express myself and tell an honest and totally
true nightmare fucking story heredahelda and HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes as my 1988 song says, and my daughter confirmed, at or not on the
beaches of ACNJUSAESMWG, “I
AM HERE”!!!! Oh yes, I have BEEN TOLD, MIZZ MASHELL
RPL DANIELS, all right, just as she was, huh my old printing pal, and
overage file giver, Mister Mike Walters? WOW and WEEEEEEEE! Yes
folks, I have been told that the owners of the internet are stifling
me and my ability to get my story out, both at the BLOGGER site as
well as on the YOUTUBE site. Of course I totally just gave up with
YOUTUBE. I wasn't going to fight these world fucking dirt bag owners
when there is no chance of winning. It is their site, their rules,
and when they don't like you, forget it, you're not going to be
allowed to tell your plight, just like BLUEBOOK and the mother
fucking UFO coverup conspiracy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Absolutely no
difference whatsoever, yo, NONE!!!!!!!!!!!! I was just told yesterday
that when this person tried to look up 'MOUNTAINPEN'
on GOOGLE or BLOGGER, they only
were shown 'FOUNTAINPEN', and photos of
pens. This to me is total control as well as totally
illegal stifling of a person and his right to his true fucking story
on the internet. IF RUSSIA IS LISTENING, you guys were all totally
right all along,and both my cousin and I hope you are able to tell
the goddamn fucking world someday just how true this all is, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! HE GOT OUT OF ATLANTIC
CITY, MY FELLOW RUSSIAN CITIZENS; HE SAW
THE MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING HANDWRITING
ON THE WALL, AND WAS SMART ENOUGH
TO ESCAPE THE POWERFUL ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS
PAULA KING, AND HER MIGHTY QUEENS, THE
KING FAMILY OF ALL ENDLESSLY TRAPPED INSIDE VOID FIELDS AND 1983
LOOPED COPYRIGHTED SONG LYRIC MATERIAL, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!
Yes
people, someone or something DOES LITERALLY OWN THE FUCKING INTERNET.
I promise you that, (IPYT). If they can stop me from being read by
the majority and ever catching on with this powerful fucking tale of
truth, then THEY WIN, and you all someday if not already, will be or
ARE, their total fucking slaves. You;re all just so fucking cunt
dumbed down that you remain absolutely clueless to this truth that
exists all around you, and you just hear the endless lies inside of
your mind that Mountainpen is just a fucking totally insane and
delusional whack job nut case!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well Ice
Tea knows some truths,at least he does as 'character FINN aniwho.
Don't be so quick to judge, we all may be in the Fruit-loops Club, an
just not yet be fucking ass aware of it, yo
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Yes Sheriff sir, these enemy fucking turd
swallowing prick bastards have this “space-bar-hack” on full
fucking force. My blog is one huge continued printing, and I need to
go back and fix tons of fucking errors and shit as a result, more
stifling, huh SHERIFF KJM, sir??????????????????????? You can bet on
it, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
888 YEAR SECRET:
In
the Purgatory or on the Astral
Plane, we have a period of elections that are held every
9,000-MK or Mininna-Kalpa. Mininna
is a termed used in Province Olympia and
many surrounding provinces on all six sides of us, that literally
mean a fraction of one nine-thousandths of
something. Kalpa is an
approximated measurement of averaged out types of various virtually
infinite interactions that if happening while alive on the Earth
Planet, would appear to be something that feels like it lasts
8,000,000 years of time. Remembering
that time as we know it as human beings,
simply is not real in truth, or on this
Astral Plane called Purgatory,
by the great Roman Catholic Church.
Elections are held every KALPA, and this is way too hard to
understand an averaged interaction of total combined 'seeming like
time' event. But none the less, it is real and it is truth. We have
what you could think of in English mortal world terms and verbiage,
as the Astral World Authority or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, (AWA).
They are the ones who do these elections, or those responsible so to
speak for the entire process. This great AWA is
even discussed in NEW TESTAMENT CHRISTIAN BIBLE HOLY SCRIPTURES, by
the LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF. He talks about not
calling your brothers fools, or else you'll be in danger from this
Millionth Council, that the LORD shortens to just “THE COUNSEL,
but grab any KING JAMES BIBLE
(KJB) and read all of this for yourselves. It is right in there in
the four gospels at the start of the great New Testament, yo yo yo
yo!!!! Now one third of this ASTRAL WORLD
AUTHORITY OR (AWA) IS CALLED the BRIGGBASE, and is run by the
human being who lives and dreams right here and now, as the 45th
President of the United States of America, Mister
Donald John Trump. He in his true form, and I, go back
vigintillions of mother fucking years,
if you want to even make the stupid ass fucking attempt at measuring
it in numbers and time. Probably the term of
googalplex is closer to being accurate, although no human
number would ever perfectly suffice. IPYT folks! The other part of
the AWA is called the SDKM or the Sahasra Dal
Kanwal Majority. This is exactly two
thirds of the groupation, while the BRIGGBASE
RESIDENTS represent the remaining other one third of them.
All of this Astral-Plane information has previously been typed and
blogged on my Morianity, upon numerous previous times and on many
prior blogging texts, from 2006 through the present times. The
Sahasra Dal
Kanwal Majority,
exist in the great Capitol City of the entire Province Olympia. Dal
in Purgatory has numerous meanings, and is quite ambiguous, but one
of those numerous meanings are CITY or CITY OF. Speaking of the
Capitol City where Mister Mortimer Mortino has
a lovely condo on 363,363rd
Street, Palariver Drive, and
Transformation Avenue, and is AKA, in
waking human Earth Planet lingo, the (Angel Of
Death), he is passing by my mother fucking left side at
exactly 3:10 P.M., folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Butt, big ass but, and
butTERCHEESE yes that too, shall we now get
back on 'PERNT', Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens? DAL
is CITY OF, Sahasra is SARAH, and
Kanwal is KRASSLE, when converted out of
the Earth English Languages and properly translated into the Astral
lingo of Province-Olympia. This Capitol City that mortal religious
folks call HEAVEN for short, and
other numerous Earth-Planet waking mortal world names, is SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL, and the middle of things there is considered
complete or in whole, where we mortal dreamers out here in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace get our translated ideas and concepts of the
term, “HOLY”!
As I speak-type this message now folks, that annoying very low
fucking flying private airplane is nearby again, this time at 3:19
P.M. And now at 3:20, Mortimer Mortino is back again as well, and
passing by my mother fucking right side, and annoying me. Middle or
points of center are very HOLY in Purgatory. Even
in DOGTOWN, across the great Teck
Bay from the HOLY CITY-SDK; things are considered quite holy
and magical if they are CENTRERED or
balanced, and this is why all of the lower creation
responds to BALANCE, that exists inside of the elusive and ever
mysteriousness of polarities; you know, the
north and the south poles of electromagnetism that makes up
our entire star-stuff part of Sagan's Cosmos, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! The owner and boss of
the mighty fucking BRIGGBASE, whose name has more than eight hundred
letters, but here, humanly in present times is Trump, is a very
active entity in political affairs. I of course knew back in 2013 and
2014 here in mortal human existence, that as a result of this truth,
and what he said once on a television show back in the late eighties
about his political views, aspirations, ambitions, and so forth, was
going to absolutely lead him to run for the office of the Presidency.
I also knew that in the entire history of the United States, there
never had been a woman, and there never had been an independent who
won over a Democrat or a Republican, at least not in the twentieth or
twenty first centuries, so when Bernie Sanders
and Hilary Clinton were the hope of this
Lambrigger losing the election, I knew we all were fucking sunk long
before even 2015 had hardly begun. I play odds, and this made me
$9,200.00 in the Atlantic City casinos in 1986, so I know WHAT I
KNOW. Oh yes mighty Mr. Spellchecker, I
am KNOwledgeable, and
another fucking DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT 3:29, on my fucking
goddamn right side, this is three now since this blog began,
yo yo yo yo yo!!!! This is getting fucking monotonous, as well as
extremely annoying; Mister Curly Howard of the
great 3-STOOGES! I can hear that fucking base drum now when
Moe punches him in the gut. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There
is nothing like those fucking three guys, and there never ever will
be, YO!!!!!!!!! Oh yes folks, the great politician of Purgatory.
Please don't abbreviate that into POP, or to please Spellchecker,
into POPULARITY either, although, this genius is a zillion mother
fucking times smarter than any one of you out here thinks he is, even
fucking you, Mister Genius Putin who thinks you're just gonna'
fucking pull puppet strings when this is all over and take over
America forever, NOT GONNA' HAPPEN MISTER
POUTEN SIR, not gonna' fucking happen, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
put that in your hat, Vladimir, kind sir. I think I should know a wee
little bit more than you about this wild character-entity from the
endlessness of fucking ass Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION------------
Mark Wayne 'Mountainpen Huntington' Mohr
©
Mark W. M. H. Mohr 2006-2019
New
BLOGS ON Blogger since December of 2011.
Old
BLOGS ON Blogger since January of 2006.
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel
IS
NOT SIGNING OFF QUITE YET,
FOLKS!!!!!!
We
can always get back to Mister Jim Rockford, and his troubles, and
beat ups, as well as my own hell and nightmares, and also my
GLANDULAR
CHOKE STORY OF 1983,
AND
HOW IT FITS SO WELL INTO ALL OF THE UFOLOGY
AND ALL OF THE
HUNTINGTON FAMILY,
and since my horrible mother fucking enemies who won't give me a
moment's WPIX-TV-NYNY
peace, Agents
Condor & Falcon;
poured it on all day long, and all week long, with major telephone
persecution, major ILLEGAL-GUEST
door slammers, NON-ENDING
FUCKING ROACHES
as a result of course, and continual other major assaults, from
health, and body, and death strikes on me; to every mother fucking
conceivable item ever discussed in thirteen
cunt eating years
of BLOGGING
& MORIANITY; then this is a perfect time to continue along with
thisSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz SpellCHECKER Erica
Cane AMC Snakes,
yo!!!!
On
Blogger since January 2006
The
BOM © 2006-2019
BLOG
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EARLY
FRIDAY MORNING
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JANUARY, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA
©
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr--------2006-2019, BOM (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
INTERNATIONAL
BLOG POPULARITY, IN GREEN-COLORED SHADE
RATIO:
People
are so incredibly easily controlled and manipulated, it is totally
freaking pathetic. DON'T
COUNT ME OUT YET; MEN IN BLACK!
As I said many times before, if a person with this knowledge can
effect real items in a real gaming hall, then
this same influence or power can be created,
using this similar subatomic numeration matching of spooky-fawces,
Sir Einstein; to do many other things as well. Am I right, Mister ten
moves Raymond Young, from 1988? I'll
give you some fucking Chinese water coolers, AND put you to sleep,
you
and Robert
McGuire.
I may even give you six
mother fucking I-Ching wands,
and then you can come over to 601 Avenue B, rather than me coming
over to fucking rotten ass Tennessee Avenue, on or off any and
alligators-ALL
“SO SAHWEE” Mister Ambassador Pearl
Harbor Days.
No, there is no mother fucking delicious Buttercheese in here folks,
butTERCHEESE BUTTTTTT, I don't like either of those two food groups,
unlike my mother and my daughter who would kill you for them, yo!
Those
mother fucking dudes at that Camden bus stop back in those 1969
hippy dippy days of the bygone times, oh well, Annie, with or without
your damn ass gun sweetie pie; I got tired of those creeps following
me around in their stupid ass hats.
Again, this is what blog-links are posted for. If you are not sure
what is being fucking said, USE
THEM.
Go back and read the fucking beginning of my story, as I
did not forget
to tell any of it, yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
fucking day long, Sheriff sir,
I have put up with and endured harassing
telephone calls from 'illegal' caller-ID-spoofers,
slamming
fucking 'illegal' nabe doors,
ROACHES
on a non ending roll as a result of this bullshit from these fucking
ass bastard 'subskummites', a word that was coined by the late Mister
David Charles Roth,
and also, continuous other bullshit, health
hits,
fire
alarms;
it never ever ever never never ever stops; to quote the wonderful and
great recording artist, Mizz
Diana Ross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
discuss communications,
the hat
wearing LAMISTS who
followed me all around back in the sixties for no Earthly reason, Bob
McDowell my old pal
from the great illustrious Cooley
Hall
High
Hell,
and my 'ever since 1983' never
ending telephone harassment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It, as all things indeed do, FITS
TOGETHER
PERFECTLY,
LIKE A SMOOTHE MOTHER FUCKING GLOVE, SLIDING ACROSS THE THY OF A
GORGEOUS YOUNG FASHION MODEL LADY!!!!!!!!! Some
fucking annoying cum-puke-her hacker dirt bag prick,
is really screwing with my fucking mouse, and my ability to speak,
under the First
Amendment
of the United
States Constitution,
KIND SHERIFF
KENNETH
J.
MASCARA,
SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
entire mother fucking power structures of this nation fully know my
plight,
and they know it
is all real and true,
and they are actually making what I already am forced to goddamn
fucking suffer through with this CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON-CURSE,
far
far far far far far WORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This brings me back to 1983, and something that I spoke to my ex-pal
Mister
Jim Burr about.
He of course was
blinded to this truth,
as everyone is blinded to so many fucking truths, just as is foretold
and warned of in our
great and mighty HOLY-SCRIPTURES,
from our lovely and awesome TEEN
GODDESS JEHOVAH,
(SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE).
So what was this thing that I spoke of to Jim Burr, you ask me? Well,
it has been told and blogged before, and exists on my
taped-life-journal
as well, if anyone has these cassette tapes that I of course was
forced to lose, THANKS TO THE MIGHTY
DIRTHOLE KING CLAN;
whether Russ
from CHHH
believes this or not. I said to Jim, after he told me how SATAN
was ruining my life with his horrendous fucking oppression, and
tricks straight out of hell, applied against me day and night; that
I fully believe that he no longer is doing what he used to do, and
has now managed to get the world to do his bidding against me, so
that he can move on and do other shit in these END
TIMES,
as the Christians call them. Jim did not believe this, but I was
right, as I just about always fucking am. After-all folks, I am the
one who is goddamn fucking living inside of my shit eating shoes,
not you. If I don't know, then who ever does or will for
crissake-crissafulli Spellchecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see
peeps, taking thisSSSSSSSSS Erica, and all non-Erica's everywhere,
along with the Ancient
Astronaut Theorists (AAT)
concepts of the aliens & ufology stuff, place them in a neat
little fucking package, along with Bob McDowell becoming the CHAIRMAN
of the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION
(FCC); would be enough right here to mathematically prove to anyone
that the odds that Mountainpen is just a delusional whack job nut
case in all of his wild fucking claims, would be staggering beyond
anyone's ability to grasp, somewhere around 35 septillion to one.
(35,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000).
That is quite a fucking number. BUTTTTTTTT and yes BUTTERCHEESE BIG
ASS BUTT FOLKS; it doesn't stop there, it only starts there. Then
there is the endless phone harassment, the wild musical tape, well,
really, both of them, but I am speaking of the one that none of you
most likely have heard, unless you have visited the United States
Library of Congress © Office, and managed
to listen to a 1983 music project that I did from my Atco days,
and the great United
States Air Force
(Milituforce)
system knows what's getting said. As
stated in the LOIS-FOCA crying crap on Jefferson Street
in Camden, NJUSAESMWG in 1981, I know for a fact that matter
cannot be sent in antimatter time,
butTERCHEESE BUTT, I
do know that spirit-energy can indeed be reversed,
as
an unexplainable sudden burst of emotion,
be it fear,
happiness,
or sadness
of great intensity,
and for absolutely no
discernable rational logical fucking reason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
when we get those ambivalent feelings that we all get where we are
undecided about something, what is that all about? Is that part of
hyperspace equation or does it have more to do with our spirit going
back into our past-selves? Well, here is the kicker with this.
Hyperspace only exists because the part of the SPACE-TIME-MIND
FABRIC
that is TIME,
causes this fifth dimensional part of itself to spring forth. There
is no time without hyperspace, and there is no hyperspace without
time. Just as there is no space or time of any real truth, WITHOUT
MIND. Quantum Physicists think of it as the
reality of things not coming forth out of the fuzzy indecision
realm, until we observe and focus upon it.
Instead of this, a much simpler truth is that 'MIND', or our
observation of an otherwise fuzzy indecision realm is merely another
piece or part of a whole-pie so to speak. The observation is just
MIND as one of the three parts of truth, space and time and mind, and
even though the great sir Einstein made us take a quantum leap into
seeing this as space-time, it is very incomplete still, and needs to
be seen as STM. An even simpler truth is Mother-Daughter-Electron,
which the macho male controlled/dominated society sees as the reverse
gender of FATHER-SON-HOLY
SPIRIT.
Without the ELECTRON,
our MIND
would be dead.
An electroencephalograph merely measures brain activity as electrical
impulses that either are or are not passing around inside of it. When
DIANA/Electricity is not active in the human brain, we are brain
dead, and by the medical standards we all live by, we
ARE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
we are dead, this is the end of the world, for us. We don't observe
the Space-Time-Mind physically.
We
are at C-Squared now,
or “in the spirit”, to quote the great Holy-Scripture.
So
moving out of 1802
Robin Hill Apartments
where I
resided from May of 1980 through January of 1983,
took me as you all know by now, to 134
Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey,
on the first day in February of 1983. I moved in there, plugged
in my PRIVECODE MACHINE,
along with several other devices in a line, including Magnesonic. But
later on, I built a larger model Magnesonic, when I had that house in
the Kramer Hill section of Camden, and had a place to construct this.
Leave your snakes behind, please, Erica, thank you about
thisSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
As soon as I came to this place, out of nowhere, a strange caller
began harassing me, and there was no way to ever stop it or to find
out just who it really was. One day in May, while totally
disconnected from the AT&T phone lines, I received the call that
was right out of the fucking Twilight Zone. Most of you know about
this call. But to this very fucking day, this same entity is there.
THERE IS
NO ESCAPE FOR ME,
and I know THAT!!!!
Instead
of the fucking government wanting to help me, well,
you've seen it now for two weeks on the HISTORY CHANNEL at 10 PM.
This is what they've done to me too, and I can't wait to see just how
much this show will be able to tell before
the Dan Curtis plug gets pulled on them too,
by the hat
wearing following fucking LAMISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
My
entire fucking life has been about this communication between THEM
and ME.
I do not know whether this is because of the HUNTINGTON CURSE or
NUAT, Mizz AT&T ASTRO-BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do
I believe that there is a chance in a fucking gillion-zillion that
things can all just happen like this out of some incredible random
chance? Hey, no more than our wonderful fucking authorities out there
do. And if they didn't believe that something wild is up, then they
wouldn't be acting so strange and screwy about it themselves. That is
simple nine year old logic for fucking ass
crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
Patty indirectly gave me a wild item called the “FASCITAR”.
This allowed me to take journey's
to the Astral-Plane
and see a lot of this for myself.
This is where all of these Hat Wearing 'LAMISTS'
come from, and they use the centers of physical galaxies called BLACK
HOLES, to travel back and forth from the PURGATORY
to the HUMAN
FUCKING REALM!
But is Patty one of them, and is she PAULA KING? Is she playing this
game of distraction for reasons that Morianity has discussed numerous
times on the BOM? Mike
Gutherman
knew that everyone, and it seems, even the items that I come to own,
have this strange property to them; that being around me seems to
cause them to have polarity-effects
to an extreme
and unfathomable
measurement.
In the case of my former resident-manager Mister Mike Gutherman, he
was wiped out.
After
I had given him some items that I had owned,
he suddenly lost
his wife,
his
apartment,
and his
fucking job,
all at once; in some wild beyond Star Trek Twilight Zonish way that
is totally inconceivable on steroids, even to the Mountainpen. But
Bob
McDowell
went onto become the Chairman
of the FCC.
My daughter became the greatest
female recording artist in human history.
Bob Andrews went onto become a
great Federal Congressman,
and the list goes on and on!!!! 'The'answeristheqyuestion
and 'the'
reality about this
powerful powerhouse effect of extreme
polarity,
has
no human rational explanation,
BUTTERCHEESE
BUTT folks, all SpellCHECKER systems aside,
one thing is more certain and real here than 1+1=2. That is that this
cannot be imagined. “I am not imagining any of this”, Mister
Arthur Crane, from Thompson Consumer Electronics. When
I come over to your office on Midway Road next week, kind
Sheriff Mascara sir;
I will bring you some shit that will TOTALLY
FUCKING BLOW
YOUR
MIND!!!!!!!
There is no way you'll be able to pull a 1994 James Comey on me.
Where are you when I mother fucking need you, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior
of the CAMDEN
COUNTY PROSECUTORS OFFICE
OF CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY?????????
So
yes; here are just a fucking few whittle ass examples of how
those demonic HALLS-FAWCES
make people act weird with me, for absolutely no rational or
logical fucking reason WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
Tom
Glenn the great musical arranger who went onto do many
great things with his talents, even for the wonderful National
Football League, whom our great leader is determined to stick his
nose so endlessly into their bizz, but me
pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens sir is THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I
wrote a nice whittle tune about two months after I had written my
first song as a teenager, and this first one was, “That's
The Way It Goes”, and this second one that was written in
middle July, after Misses Kinsel had evicted me for shouting out
curse words and many complaints had come in, but that tune was
called, “Burn With Fire”. I
wrote the goddamn song, hoping that Patty would sing it for me
someday. She never did, but that's the
way it goes, I guess, pun intended. So when the musical
arranger, Mister Glenn, was over at my apartment, #1802 Robin Hill,
on that day early in the year of 1981; he was
convinced that I was a cock sucking fagot, because the song lyrics
were written for a female vocalist. Many songs are
specifically written for a male or a female artist/vocalist to do,
and I was not by any stretch, the first person
on this miserable ass Earth-Planet, to do so, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!! But still, he was
convinced, and he let me know it. I could harp on and on with all of
these four items, but how about we just move it along and say the
brief basic stuff on each one, so we don't end up typing-reading a
hundred ass stupid pages of details that won't really matter to a
fucking soul by next week, yo? The second item here of these four, is
about the great disco diva, Mizz Donna Summer. Back as a teenager
when she was Donna Adrian Gaines, she went to Munich, Germany, and
she did a wild musical project that no one ever knew about, and no,
it wasn't very good, but anyone should have known it was her, and
yet, everyone told me, no Mark, it isn't her.
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT MISTER FUCKING
MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER, I knew what I knew, and I was proven
right, back in 1995, early in the year,
by the world famous cable television channel, “Arts
and Entertainment” Channel,
now and for quite some time, just known as “A&E”.
Lots of
fantastic COP-SHOWS
are also on that great station, since just about all
the other stations removed these wonderful cop-shows. My
new absolute fave is of course, A&E's super great show,
“LIVE-PD”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, let's move mother fucking on here. On this one particular
show, it actually showed footage of the day
that Donna Gaines, B4 she was Donna Summer, doing that very
project, that I had, when I was given those wild records from
the RPL-Overage file, by Mister Mike
Walters, the company printer, back
in the year of 1980. I knew I was fucking right, but
nobody would believe me. BUT I WAS
RIGHT, and it WAS HER all fucking cunt along, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!! Then the third out of these four items would be THISSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Susan Erica AMC Lucci Snakes, from 1983, 'SSSSSSSSSSSS'!!!!
All my life, I have met extremely and very
unusually physically strong females, fully grown, teenaged, and even
pre-teens. I mean these goddamn girls and women would have
even made the great, and now late, Mister
fucking STAN
LEE
sit up and take major notice. But all my goddamn fucking life,
from my own parents, to everyone around me, told me, “Mark
you're an asshole
because they're not strong”. I could blog details, and tell
literally dozens of tales that are all true, so
help me GODDESS SSJKK, and sworn under flag and
citizenship and for that matter, under the full pains and penalties
of Perjury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I won't waste your time on this one
blog giving specifics. I could list shit from heredahelda, however;
and IPYT, me kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The most recent
elucidation here was blogged many times earlier this decade, and
after I said something, the news people immediately stopped showing
the story forever. Until I made a big ass deal of it and blogged it,
they discussed it quite a lot, so allow me now to refresh some of the
memories, especially Floridians, as this event took place in fucking
Florida. Anyhow, it seems that a college boy
had hired a prostitute to provide him with her feminine duties,
and when she had completed her services, he could not or would not
pay her. She killed him with her bare hands,
and she was a big powerful girl. I could say so many things it isn't
funny, but no one will ever listen to my truths, even WHEN THEY ARE
RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM, AND SIMPLY CANNOT BE
FUCKING CUNT DISPUTED, YO YO YO YO, ME
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally folks, we come to item number four.
Everyone or 99.99 percent of anyone who reads this true and powerful
Earth fucking shaking story called Mountainpen's Morianity scoffs and
laughs, and totally refuses to believe a fucking word that I say. I
could literally perform a resurrection in front of them, or jump
right over Mizz lovely Jennifer Washburn's Providence Road House in
Atlantic City, and I am disbelieved and ignored as if I am the
epitome of the fucking Bubonic plague. Again peeps, I
know what gives here, and I will type it in again, and again,
AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
You most likely already know how the next line reads, but look and
verify it if you wish to!
HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES! That's what
gives!
Well
I got my shopping all done yesterday, over at my local Public Grocery
Store. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! There
were a lot of mother fucking screw ups all day long. I had a major
mother fucking klutz out last goddamn night spilling a bowl of
fucking Chicken-Ala-Paula all over my
fucking bedspread, and the harassing telephone calls went on all day
until I just took the cunt eating phone off the goddamn hook. This
phone fucking shit has been real bad again, kind
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, KIND
SIR!!! My mother fucking jerk off ILLEGAL
DOOR SLAMMER GUESTS ARE HERE TO STAY. They normally stay for
one to two weeks and then are gone about a week or so. All I can do
is tough it out, and I am saving to move out of this fucking
nightmare hell-hole, Sheriff, sir. Another mother fucking
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Yes
that BLUEBOOK TV SHOW is vely
vely vely non-McDowell intelesting, from heredahelda and from here to
Cooley Hall High Hell. Death angels are off the scale too, folks. I
have had two now just since beginning this cock sucking blog a dozen
minutes ago, and yesterday it went on all mother fucking day, and I
counted more than three dozen of these fucking pass-bys. To quote me
as a kid, with my old camp counselor at Northeast, Maryland in July
of 1967 and again in July of 1968, “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS” for crissake, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Back to
BLUEBOOK now. It is beyond mother
fucking totally ashame that our own government has to act
thisSSSSSSSSS way, huh Mizz Erica Snakes of 1983,
speaking of the great “CONTACT-YEAR”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.
Instead
of them wanting to help those innocent peeps whose only fucking crime
was “being at the wrong place at the wrong
spring of 1985 Dave Roth Medport Diner Sarah Krassle time”,
THEY BRUTALLY FUCK WITH US AND OUR LIVES. SO WHY? Well, do I
look like fucking God with all of the mother fucking answers; kind
peeps, yo???????Don't fucking ask me, because I verily don't have a
goddamn Sherlock Holmes clue, me good ol'
braHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can try to examine this a
bit and do some fucking super-sleuthing around, and then only hope to
be onto a little bit of the fucking dogshit,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told how I had written a book in my late teens, another Mountainpen
fictional 'TPB' book I suppose. It was called, “Mega-water 1983”.
The PHASE-4-ENTITY who was using to me to this, is a story all its
own, but that can be saved for later on some time. So just why would
someone's own mother pull the fucking shit that mine did, regarding
that book, is another story all its own. Still, I suppose that my
mother was the quintessential suigenerous person when it came to why
she did say as well as never did say, certain major things, in the
grand scheme of life, huh Mister Spears of the great now Inchcape,
and back then, Lavino Shipping Company? No Emily wasn't why my mom
drank, just as Tommy said to me over at the JFK Horse Pistol the day
after Christmas in 1997, while my mom lay in that coma and was half
upside down in that weird medical contraption. My mom never told me
about ALLigators or quite appropriately here
Mister Microsoft SpellCHECKER, ALL of her great and meaningful
telephone calls, huh Mister fucking Orwell?????????????
Standing nude, Mister
Rip Off Town, huh Copyright Examiners of those wonderful and
marvelous fucking older days? And I thought nana's were supposed to
be nice people. WOW-THAT,
Planet-Earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes folks, MEGAWATER-1983 and then
came eleven years later for real, and MY
WILD MEDICAL CONDITION that has plagued my entire adult
life, since the age of contact-28 years,
huh Mister Vulcan fucking Spock Nemoy, yo???? But again, CONTACT
was really more along the lines of December of
1969, huh Mister government coverup conspiracy Project
BLUEBOOK gang, yo yo yo yo bro?????????
At the exact time that Sarah Krassle
gave me that incredible unfathomable
chain-swipe 'dreaming interaction', in December of 1969,
PROJECT
BLUEBOOK
was 'TERMINATED'; Mister Governor Arnie Cali!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No,
NOT FUCKING ARNIE CALLIO, MIZZ GORGEOUS HAIR VICTORIA FROM JULY OF
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
quote my great-late pal, Mister Roth right about now, “Ain't
life grand”??????? Well I suppose it is for some folks, such
as President Donald John Trump.
We're not all that blessed and lucky in this cosmic game,
CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
IS A LITTLE SOUND BITE FROM THE PAST:
BLOG
13-B OF 2019
(A
REPOST FROM THE YEAR OF 2007)
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To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Rats Tats and Playing Real Football, #30
TWIMCIFITHIM,
#30, SUBTITLED
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL------070107.372
Well fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle is because this will work as an intro for leading into the title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on www.blogger.com/. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this third of my blogs.
The worm hole incident from one week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in the fooking evening. It started with a big home theatre attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented evidence to both the FCC as well as the ACLU, and CC to State Attorney General’s Office of New Jersey, my local Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep fucking with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do not want 2 listen, I have civil fucking rights, U incestrallites. No football team ever won a single game just playing defensively on any field anywhere in the world. Give these fucking bastard scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch, and they will take 100 light years every time, B4U can realize it even happens 2U. Say “jackrobinsquat” and U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U right by the cat tail Mizz Purr; hold the fuckerjuices out of that one, and my prick as well. They match U point 4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B4 U know U took a breath of freaking air. These filth have no conscience and no shame. I have tried 2 shame them, they do not fucking shame, because entities that R lower than whale shit are totally un-shame-able. So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and places? No! So what options R left 4 those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting, tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left 4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice when I exposed on an earlier blog, the full evil empire of Phillies always losing, and the Dow Jones Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one. Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a swept up floor by the Broom Club of the Phillies Haters, Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault, both nights my full moon was literally wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy poisonous chemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to have wicked painful shits, these total bitches have caused me many an accident in the pants, all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via automobile.
Eddie Himacane got totally screwed by crooked VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly fucking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world, or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R gonna do all that they R able 2 interfere with it. Really, it does not require an Einsteinian mind 2C any of their motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove any of it, so they get away with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them, as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam the shit oudda them on their own network system, it is a free country, and I will speak out. I have dying declarations and utterances all over, I have several people that I keep constant current voicemail death evidence messages on their systems, so they can at least report 2 the authorities should I disappear and get murdered like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R ruthless and I think they even got to McMeekan on the ACPD force. Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks Cable Vision yard, off of I-95 in Bucks County, PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my friend Dave was a licensed 235 Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling ATM machines, they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2 handle, and the Jersey police usually let them slide, as here, in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not care if U die on the job, unless UR totally blue, [a police officer], not a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go ahead and get shot, I was always worried that the enemy would shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuse, should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2 do, and will always go on endlessly, futile or not, you’ll all have 2 fucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down easy, I know 2 many secrets about what U term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part, guns should B in the hands of the cops and the military, there is one + murder per day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia, this is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death threats on them, a possible exception, but please, give me a break, U think I will take a job handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron? You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks. People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the perverted bum fagot. No U can all saw whatever U wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in all honesty, what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for Crissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed, or any part of this new age started by a total dirt bag who happened 2B our 40th US President, us roulette players refer 2 him on occasion as Red-Red, (Mister Reagan)!!!!!!!!!!
I think it is time to remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker moonlit skies, the night poisonous chemtrailing is vicious murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while, U know the old saying, “when the cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2 fucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a recent move into my trailer park, yeah, we R just a couple of fucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes, and the list goes on, it is his business, I will say no more. My story, I have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off and take a whittle dip in the Atlantic Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed, trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed, once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1, in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite happy. As I pen this, a crash level private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof here at Ed’s trailer while I sit here blogging away, and EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved me under a buss, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, defrauded out of$4,000 by a tow truck driver who said we would buy a truck and start a business, and he knew the dealer and the Glendale Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of 10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a HUD home in Kramer Hill, a section of the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his wife that was getting promoted, I admit I got some, and had stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts of 1998 in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor or the defense attorney asks me at vwardere, whether or not I was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into literally an early grave as she never really was the same after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did, and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4 me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the best way it sounds 2 me, voirdire. I am not trying to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the shit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life. I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police documented, and filed at Atlantic and Camden County Prosecutors Offices.
Now I wish to make something as perfectly clear as the 37th President: The motive of creating the foundation called MORIANITY, has nothing 2 do with suicide Jim Jones pacts, nor R we in with weird looking inter-galactic aliens like the 1990’s crazy bull shit cult. The motive is 2 create a place, a giant multiple purpose but ‘harassment’ oriented safe hose of a sorts, where anyone, big or little in any way, can come and get protection, get heard, get help, and along these lines. Admitantly, I wish 2 take what I know 2B truth, and merge this foundation into a religious order, and let the world C that this is all true and real, and no one ever need fear death again. What has happened to me, talking humanly in forward mortal time illusion, is not a made up story, nor is it the product of a diseased mind, but if Social Security and government shrinks disagree and give me 10 sike-named diseases and some benefits, great. Working a full time job is not possible under all my persecution; it is hard enough 2 survive their rotten shit for a part time 24 hour weekly stint at work.
Now a little discourse will begin, on directionality. In a recent prior blogging text, I talk about A and B events, and direction. Does one cause the other only in one direction, or both directions, and along this line? Now let me start to open a huge can of worms that at later times, will B harped on with much greater alacrity and detail. Right at present maya minper or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs, starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries in this series of blogs and those that follow start some early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2 bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT being either asleep or awake, but in a TTH, or as I say, a THIRD THING HAPPENING. They know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the famous combo 1-2 punch included a super ass loud piece of junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was the early twentieth century, and I was with the most beautiful young teen aged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I ever saw in my pathetic life. She told me that her name is Sarah Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the beach making light conversation and I was in total awe of her physical size and beauty, her long hair was light brown with many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns, and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years younger, about 10, as she was about 14 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just 15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction on this dream-plane. She said out of the blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4 her great city. She then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Her strength is not comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not think for one rotten minper that the Mayor of Atlantic City and all his pals starting with Robert McGuire on Tennessee Avenue, do not all know about all of this, as when I told Sergeant Frank Callio the story at his Police Station back in 1997 in the springtime shortly after my miserable and frightening meeting with dude McG, he tried to act real nonchalant about it all, but I could C a look come over his face that told me all I needed. Anyway, after the great SJK took the chain, we both were instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the upstairs area, her bedroom. In this bedroom on the rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer dresser and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers, and there was the chain. She smiled at me and closed the door, just starring at me with huge chocolate brown eyes with natural super thick and long eyelashes that were so gorgeous I thought I was not going 2B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept thanking me 4 giving me her chain, but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen from her and sank on some boat down in South America. She actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our world. Without this energy, the ocean would B dead, hence she is the life of the Ocean or really said better, she is the Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy interaction, my unconscious dreaming energy connected into her energy, no differently than your printer is connected into your computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround amplifier is connected through your cable television system. This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and now, came to know and understand with full clarity that I am directly dealing with the ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS, an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the 6th dimension that curves up and over in right angles out beyond themselves over lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the physical death exit, so I fully intend, 2 totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I will B able then 2 get upline to Sarah Krassle’s world, and escape my hell. Nirvanic oblivion is never possible, not 4 any entity, but just to escape this life, I would sacrifice a trillion tars and entities without fucking batting a single eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and her cousin the Earth Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis as well, Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those entities that do not exist. If U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time, and all space is one space, and out of that total zero dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or 5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th dimension creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into right now, I am on a schedule and must get 2 work shortly. Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the physical planet herself, her lightning, and crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with our dark cold quiet still oceans, and cousin Diana and her did a lovely job of putting this world into operation, but really, it is all just a dream. Nothing physical or supposedly tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world, that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own creation from. But in my private 1969 December interaction with my teen queen, this chain seemed 2B so very important 2 her, and so was the 4 year variance in her age, being 10 on the beach, and 14 in her shop, and her name and this 4 year variance was indelibly left in my minds’ consciousness, so it must have major significance in ways I still am working on figuring out.
www.acpd.com This website has info on Sgt. Frank Callio, and the fallen Sgt. McMeekan, his very good pal. www.acbp.com This site has great stuff, and learning about many of my ex-pals starts here, including the current Mayor, Bob Levy, the ex-Chief of the guard force. My website will soon B much better, I have much to add 2 it, more of my many copyrighted songs, other audio sound bites, and much more mapping and text information is upcoming. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and get a real mind blowing. If time permitted, I would tell U so much more about the chain, and my Scylla, SSJKK, your all mighty God.
Last night I lost awareness at work and passed out just a few minpers, and crossed into astral projection, as we always do in dreams, but feeling and remembering the out and in to this, is called by man kind, [astral projection]. The great Sarah told me that a major event is around the corner 4 the world; she will not say what it is. If I admit that a machine does exist that can alter the space time continuum, and that a magic clock and a magic mirror also exists and that I have access to these 3 devices, U would laugh and call me a space cadet. A Space Cadet huh, just do not call me a Sarah Callio, I am way uglier, and she is beautiful but colder than ice cubes. Another plane is scraping over Ed’s place, at about 12 shy of eleven in the late morning.
Directionality of interaction is where I will leave off, but only opening up the subject 4 right now. When I woke out of this Sarah-chain interaction in 12/69, I got on a bus to go to school. There was a huge **************** asterisk kemtrails in the sky, dissipating, and this was years B4 I mortally was in any way part of jet vapor condensation trails. This harassment and persecution would not come to B used in the MW4 about 18 fucking years, 1987-1969, U do the fudging Copperkessle math bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! I believe the 3 jets that cris-crossed were from the astral plane, that they abducted my mind/soul/call it whatever U wish 2, took it in one of these or perhaps all 3 were all part of one super astral airship, similar to the one that I own on the astral world as Duke Ricktafarius of Ricktown. Until a year ago, I thought the interaction was first, then the sky incident, and this includes what U’ve heard me discuss in 1994, my mid-life Krassle interaction. Now I totally believe that we all R abducted in these ways, and nothing can ever really B trusted, illusion/maya is all over, like maggots in a cemetery.
Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U now U love your THAT BOY, screw your parents, tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL------070107.372
Well fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle is because this will work as an intro for leading into the title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on www.blogger.com/. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this third of my blogs.
The worm hole incident from one week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in the fooking evening. It started with a big home theatre attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented evidence to both the FCC as well as the ACLU, and CC to State Attorney General’s Office of New Jersey, my local Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep fucking with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do not want 2 listen, I have civil fucking rights, U incestrallites. No football team ever won a single game just playing defensively on any field anywhere in the world. Give these fucking bastard scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch, and they will take 100 light years every time, B4U can realize it even happens 2U. Say “jackrobinsquat” and U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U right by the cat tail Mizz Purr; hold the fuckerjuices out of that one, and my prick as well. They match U point 4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B4 U know U took a breath of freaking air. These filth have no conscience and no shame. I have tried 2 shame them, they do not fucking shame, because entities that R lower than whale shit are totally un-shame-able. So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and places? No! So what options R left 4 those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting, tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left 4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice when I exposed on an earlier blog, the full evil empire of Phillies always losing, and the Dow Jones Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one. Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a swept up floor by the Broom Club of the Phillies Haters, Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault, both nights my full moon was literally wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy poisonous chemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to have wicked painful shits, these total bitches have caused me many an accident in the pants, all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via automobile.
Eddie Himacane got totally screwed by crooked VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly fucking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world, or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R gonna do all that they R able 2 interfere with it. Really, it does not require an Einsteinian mind 2C any of their motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove any of it, so they get away with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them, as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam the shit oudda them on their own network system, it is a free country, and I will speak out. I have dying declarations and utterances all over, I have several people that I keep constant current voicemail death evidence messages on their systems, so they can at least report 2 the authorities should I disappear and get murdered like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R ruthless and I think they even got to McMeekan on the ACPD force. Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks Cable Vision yard, off of I-95 in Bucks County, PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my friend Dave was a licensed 235 Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling ATM machines, they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2 handle, and the Jersey police usually let them slide, as here, in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not care if U die on the job, unless UR totally blue, [a police officer], not a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go ahead and get shot, I was always worried that the enemy would shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuse, should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2 do, and will always go on endlessly, futile or not, you’ll all have 2 fucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down easy, I know 2 many secrets about what U term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part, guns should B in the hands of the cops and the military, there is one + murder per day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia, this is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death threats on them, a possible exception, but please, give me a break, U think I will take a job handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron? You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks. People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the perverted bum fagot. No U can all saw whatever U wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in all honesty, what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for Crissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed, or any part of this new age started by a total dirt bag who happened 2B our 40th US President, us roulette players refer 2 him on occasion as Red-Red, (Mister Reagan)!!!!!!!!!!
I think it is time to remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker moonlit skies, the night poisonous chemtrailing is vicious murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while, U know the old saying, “when the cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2 fucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a recent move into my trailer park, yeah, we R just a couple of fucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes, and the list goes on, it is his business, I will say no more. My story, I have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off and take a whittle dip in the Atlantic Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed, trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed, once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1, in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite happy. As I pen this, a crash level private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof here at Ed’s trailer while I sit here blogging away, and EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved me under a buss, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, defrauded out of$4,000 by a tow truck driver who said we would buy a truck and start a business, and he knew the dealer and the Glendale Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of 10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a HUD home in Kramer Hill, a section of the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his wife that was getting promoted, I admit I got some, and had stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts of 1998 in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor or the defense attorney asks me at vwardere, whether or not I was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into literally an early grave as she never really was the same after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did, and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4 me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the best way it sounds 2 me, voirdire. I am not trying to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the shit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life. I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police documented, and filed at Atlantic and Camden County Prosecutors Offices.
Now I wish to make something as perfectly clear as the 37th President: The motive of creating the foundation called MORIANITY, has nothing 2 do with suicide Jim Jones pacts, nor R we in with weird looking inter-galactic aliens like the 1990’s crazy bull shit cult. The motive is 2 create a place, a giant multiple purpose but ‘harassment’ oriented safe hose of a sorts, where anyone, big or little in any way, can come and get protection, get heard, get help, and along these lines. Admitantly, I wish 2 take what I know 2B truth, and merge this foundation into a religious order, and let the world C that this is all true and real, and no one ever need fear death again. What has happened to me, talking humanly in forward mortal time illusion, is not a made up story, nor is it the product of a diseased mind, but if Social Security and government shrinks disagree and give me 10 sike-named diseases and some benefits, great. Working a full time job is not possible under all my persecution; it is hard enough 2 survive their rotten shit for a part time 24 hour weekly stint at work.
Now a little discourse will begin, on directionality. In a recent prior blogging text, I talk about A and B events, and direction. Does one cause the other only in one direction, or both directions, and along this line? Now let me start to open a huge can of worms that at later times, will B harped on with much greater alacrity and detail. Right at present maya minper or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs, starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries in this series of blogs and those that follow start some early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2 bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT being either asleep or awake, but in a TTH, or as I say, a THIRD THING HAPPENING. They know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the famous combo 1-2 punch included a super ass loud piece of junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was the early twentieth century, and I was with the most beautiful young teen aged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I ever saw in my pathetic life. She told me that her name is Sarah Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the beach making light conversation and I was in total awe of her physical size and beauty, her long hair was light brown with many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns, and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years younger, about 10, as she was about 14 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just 15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction on this dream-plane. She said out of the blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4 her great city. She then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Her strength is not comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not think for one rotten minper that the Mayor of Atlantic City and all his pals starting with Robert McGuire on Tennessee Avenue, do not all know about all of this, as when I told Sergeant Frank Callio the story at his Police Station back in 1997 in the springtime shortly after my miserable and frightening meeting with dude McG, he tried to act real nonchalant about it all, but I could C a look come over his face that told me all I needed. Anyway, after the great SJK took the chain, we both were instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the upstairs area, her bedroom. In this bedroom on the rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer dresser and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers, and there was the chain. She smiled at me and closed the door, just starring at me with huge chocolate brown eyes with natural super thick and long eyelashes that were so gorgeous I thought I was not going 2B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept thanking me 4 giving me her chain, but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen from her and sank on some boat down in South America. She actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our world. Without this energy, the ocean would B dead, hence she is the life of the Ocean or really said better, she is the Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy interaction, my unconscious dreaming energy connected into her energy, no differently than your printer is connected into your computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround amplifier is connected through your cable television system. This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and now, came to know and understand with full clarity that I am directly dealing with the ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS, an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the 6th dimension that curves up and over in right angles out beyond themselves over lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the physical death exit, so I fully intend, 2 totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I will B able then 2 get upline to Sarah Krassle’s world, and escape my hell. Nirvanic oblivion is never possible, not 4 any entity, but just to escape this life, I would sacrifice a trillion tars and entities without fucking batting a single eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and her cousin the Earth Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis as well, Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those entities that do not exist. If U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time, and all space is one space, and out of that total zero dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or 5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th dimension creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into right now, I am on a schedule and must get 2 work shortly. Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the physical planet herself, her lightning, and crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with our dark cold quiet still oceans, and cousin Diana and her did a lovely job of putting this world into operation, but really, it is all just a dream. Nothing physical or supposedly tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world, that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own creation from. But in my private 1969 December interaction with my teen queen, this chain seemed 2B so very important 2 her, and so was the 4 year variance in her age, being 10 on the beach, and 14 in her shop, and her name and this 4 year variance was indelibly left in my minds’ consciousness, so it must have major significance in ways I still am working on figuring out.
www.acpd.com This website has info on Sgt. Frank Callio, and the fallen Sgt. McMeekan, his very good pal. www.acbp.com This site has great stuff, and learning about many of my ex-pals starts here, including the current Mayor, Bob Levy, the ex-Chief of the guard force. My website will soon B much better, I have much to add 2 it, more of my many copyrighted songs, other audio sound bites, and much more mapping and text information is upcoming. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and get a real mind blowing. If time permitted, I would tell U so much more about the chain, and my Scylla, SSJKK, your all mighty God.
Last night I lost awareness at work and passed out just a few minpers, and crossed into astral projection, as we always do in dreams, but feeling and remembering the out and in to this, is called by man kind, [astral projection]. The great Sarah told me that a major event is around the corner 4 the world; she will not say what it is. If I admit that a machine does exist that can alter the space time continuum, and that a magic clock and a magic mirror also exists and that I have access to these 3 devices, U would laugh and call me a space cadet. A Space Cadet huh, just do not call me a Sarah Callio, I am way uglier, and she is beautiful but colder than ice cubes. Another plane is scraping over Ed’s place, at about 12 shy of eleven in the late morning.
Directionality of interaction is where I will leave off, but only opening up the subject 4 right now. When I woke out of this Sarah-chain interaction in 12/69, I got on a bus to go to school. There was a huge **************** asterisk kemtrails in the sky, dissipating, and this was years B4 I mortally was in any way part of jet vapor condensation trails. This harassment and persecution would not come to B used in the MW4 about 18 fucking years, 1987-1969, U do the fudging Copperkessle math bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! I believe the 3 jets that cris-crossed were from the astral plane, that they abducted my mind/soul/call it whatever U wish 2, took it in one of these or perhaps all 3 were all part of one super astral airship, similar to the one that I own on the astral world as Duke Ricktafarius of Ricktown. Until a year ago, I thought the interaction was first, then the sky incident, and this includes what U’ve heard me discuss in 1994, my mid-life Krassle interaction. Now I totally believe that we all R abducted in these ways, and nothing can ever really B trusted, illusion/maya is all over, like maggots in a cemetery.
Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U now U love your THAT BOY, screw your parents, tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Blog number 29 TWIMCIFTHIM
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