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ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD------F
Public Catalog
Copyright
Catalog (1978 to present)
Oh
yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND
ON ABOUT MIND
CONTROL,
and guess what Sheriff KJM sir, this was quick and fast and super
hard pounding enemy retaliation! I
FELL UNDER ANOTHER NASTY DEATH ATTACK ON THE GODDAMN TWENTY-FIFTH DAY
IN APRIL
OF
THIS HORRENDOUS ASS YEAR OF TWENTY-NINETEEN;
absolutely mother frikkin' brutal pummeling hell was applied
against me,
against
my health,
against
me with noise,
and against
me with some more nasty video cut out assaults
on my PUSSY
CHEWING
CIVIL
LIBERTIES,
OR LACK OF THEM, DESPITE MY BEING A LEGALLY
BORN
AND FREE CITIZEN OF THESE ALMIGHTY
UNTITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me
ON APRIL 25, 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, CAUSING ME A MAJOR
HEALTH CRISIS, A MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION IN MY
SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN
MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN, AND AGAINST
MY PROPERTIES AND UTILITIES; on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use
G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under
G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
All
turd swallowing day long, my upstairs dirtbag nutcase
Hammering-Harriet nabes from HELL (Dogtown),
made a lot of loud noise, and from the second that my day started and
even before while still trying to rest and sleep, outside my window
and all damn ass day long as well, a
major noise attack from motorbikes and or loud engine cars
that wouldn't quit. Maybe you let some nut case enemy of mine out of
your county jail recently, sheriff KJM, but in any event, today was
really
quite bad and Dogtownish!
The video cut outs have returned recently and for about the past ten
days or so are back nasty ass all over again, me kind wonderful sir.
Literally, I could type on and on ABOUT THIS HORRENDOUS EVIL SATANIC
ELDER ABUSE, and none of it would or could be happening now or all of
my entire life, without the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL MILITUFORCE and their
demonic mother loving milf-gilf riding MIND CONTROL
(Star-Trek-Tellosion
Tactics).
If I am found dead in this stinking rotten public housing apartment
building apartment sir, I promise you under sworn oath of Goddess and
Nation, this is absolutely real and true, and MY
BLOOD SIR IS ON YOUR HANDS AS MY COUNTY
SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NG-ADS
told me some wild things back earlier at the beginning of this year
that I have only touched on lightly a few times on earlier writings.
I speak of how if my writings were all condensed and abridged to
where lots of people read the basic story of the life of Mountainpen,
and were educated and well spoken peeps; they
could all write one hell of a powerful and interesting book report
for a college thesis,
should that ever be a literary requirement for course credit someday.
He told me that one person already had come up with a fantastic brand
new possible idea and concept of things around me, based
on the Terrorism attack
on myself and my mom, as well as the
girl who attempted homicide on me
as well as the gentlemen whom I was with that day at a Super-Walmart
store, both events within a year or two of each other in time
sequence. Further, he stated to me that tying
in the Chinese girl possible time traveler, World Laboratories, and
then Atlantic City people
who seemingly are all tied into all of this nightmare mess of
floating turds; plays out into a mind bending new twist of possible
nightmare junk that I may be involved in. He went onto say that his
alternate spin on my reality includes things that I have not yet even
thought of, or at least not yet told, on any writings. By
summer time, he is going to complete this 'book report-thesis,
and then NG-ADS will bring over a copy of it to my apartment. This
should prove vely
vely vely
Bob
FCC McDowell
intelesting,
to say the very least; Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, of Saint Lucie
County, Florida, USA!!!!!!!!!!!
He ended by telling me that it will include many
new concepts that I have seemingly missed out on seeing, or who
knows, maybe blocked out from my conscious mind
as more repressed memories, such as my road trip in Baby-Blond,
New York, in the end of 1972. Godda admit, life and symbolism is
beyond goddamn super ass fascinating, yo!!!
Just
in case it concerns the mighty Astral-Plane Authority, known by a
handful few Earthers on the temporal realm here as the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL,
I admit that I have never yet told a soul on blogs, or in other other
human way as of this date, at 3 of the clock in the morning, on 26
April of the year 2019 of the post common era circa; all
of the things that I know about both THEM, as well as all of the
connections with THEM and MYSELF, both here on this physical plane of
existence called human life, as well as back in the Plankatory,
(spirit
world).
I know for a total 100% fact, that the
Millionth Council uses Mind Control in numerous ways
against the waking world (humanity) of this Earth-Planet. I also know
that they have rigid and austere methods of operations, and why,
because
THEY WORK!
When something is not broken, DON'T
FIX
IT.
Stick with what works, and copy success. If the ruling Purgatites
believe fully in this method of operating, then by the gods folks,
you all should employ these same methods as well in your own lives.
Jesus Christ, what are we, a bunch of total friggin short-bussers? In
my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr, I have been targeted by this
horrible bunch of bottom feeding subskummites from the spirit-world.
I realize that the educated peeps insist that I am talking dinosaur
here, and they call themselves the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists,
and that's all fine and well, whatever
floats your boat.
I know what is real and I have lived through enough total dog shit to
drown a solar system.
I am not saying that this groupation of aliens from the supernatural
spirit world (Astral-Plane) cannot descend into our reality with
abductions
and weird
flashing lights
and giant
round hovering saucers, and
all of this and a whole lot more. I am not saying this, because of
course they can. They
can do unfathomable goddamn crap to us, any damn ass time they want
to.
Look what they have done to friggin' ass pitiful pathetic me for
crying out louder than crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have learned to
see patterns, and have come to observe how they follow a strict set
of repetitive rules and regs. With
me, in order to keep my entire life down and oppressed and unable to
escape being around low life criminal drug addict type persons who do
nothing but hurt me and damage my stuff and steal from me and on and
on,
all they have to do is keep doing the same things to me that they
know for sure will always work, and this is what they do.
They endlessly set up circumstances around me so that things will
only stay endlessly hellish and bad for me, in places where I try to
live and exist, where I try to earn a living and work, and so on.
They make sure that I have no social life, they make people hate me
without reason or good cause, and the list goes on and on, and yet it
is one simple Tellosion tool
these prick bastards always keep using against me, and that is
MIND-CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!
Not my mind, but
the minds of those around me,
neighbors,
coworkers,
bosses,
authorities,
do you get it yet, you assholes all over the world, 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 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 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?????? If negative events and negative situations can be
endlessly created and caused around a person, mortals
can think of this as a CURSE.
I do not know a more appropriate or educated term to use, despite
sounding archaic. Dawn
King would say it perfectly right about here, “It is what it is”.
There is no way to break out of something if they have all the power
to just keep screwing me up endlessly, by controlling people to never
want anything at all good for me, ever. If they are given thoughts
that I am the bad guy, I am no good, I am the prick, I am not
misunderstood but rather just a son of a bitch no good bastard, who
should live in a soup of maggots, then I can be sure that I will
never make more than minimum wage or ever be content one bit any
place where I am forced to live. So
tell me how any of you would fight against this kind of unseen
hellish nightmare powerful evil twisted force
straight
out of the gates of HELL-DOGTOWN
for crissake, yo?????????????????????????
SOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister Arthur Crane
and everyone else, this is why I remain forever trapped in a TIME
WARP called HELL. Jimmy Carter knew it, and TOLD ME SO. Why would I
have such an incredible frickin' dream in 1986 about him saying that
to me, unless it were true, especially in lieu of the fact that after
awakening out of that mind bending experience, MY
LIFE TURNED ON A DIME,
and never ever freaking looked back again! A dude on television said
it, and I absolutely knew that he was talking about me without ever
saying my name, but yes, he was right, and he is right, and he will
always BE RIGHT because I
AM
STUCK
IN
A
TIME
WARP,
a time warp that is called biblically, “HELL”!!!! I am helplessly
hopelessly trapped in this nightmare, and jimmy Carter knew it, way
back on August
15, 1986,
even if it was a doppelganger of Jimmy Carter from a parallel
universe, accessible only by way of dream-travel, Eckankar calls it
SOUL TRAVEL, and Rose Shakespeare and Robert Andrews would chime in
right about now and also include the famous word,
'whatever'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that there is
anything rosy about any of this.
Now
Sheriff Mascara kind sir, I have had four nasty days of vertigo
followed by bad nausea. It began around noon on Monday the 22nd
of April, and this has been another bad week, another bad month, and
this is about the worst maggot sucking year I have had since Trump
threw his prick sucking hat into the 2016 Presidential race back in
the middle of 2015 somewhere. I knew as soon as that happened that he
would win, and that I
WOULD BE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED TO DOGTOWN
and back!
This
vertigo assault is most likely not natural, but
supernatural in nature.
It is just another health attack, on the Satanic list of the
MILITUFORCE.
I have had about four waves of this over the past ten or eleven
years, and it all began while living with the King
Family,
back up in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. When
I talked about MIND CONTROL and the MILITFUORCE saw that I was not
going to stop,
they STRUCK ME DOWN AGAIN WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it, but of
course, I cannot prove it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Normally this lasts between ten days and twenty days, and hopefully
this too will pass, as they say; but if it does not, then I will have
to seek the proper medical attention, and I will begin by telling my
primary care doctor about this situation when I see him at the end of
the second week of next month! WEEEEEEEEEEEE
THAT, Mister Chester-Frank and Russ McThaxton!!!
Let's
look at this carefully Sheriff
KJM,
sir.
My oil light in my car went off during a major death siege day on the
18th
day of March when I left the Publix Grocery Store at the Fort Pierce
Sable Palm Shopping Mall on US Highway 1. It stopped lighting up as
quickly as it started, on the 9th
day in April, and has been off since. Why shouldn't I at least
believe that maybe this force from hell is not doing these things to
me, as what other possible rational logical explanation could there
be, oh wonderful kind sir??????
Now
another thing today, Sheriff sir.
For absolutely no rational explainable reason, my stove indicator
light button dropped off and was just sitting on my kitchen floor. I
found it there shortly around midnight, just on the floor. The range
indicator light is fine, and so was the other one, and there is no
reason that this thing just fell off all by its goddamn ass self, yo.
Also,
DEATH ANGEL MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO has been really really really
really really really bad
the last week, and especially bad today, and was fairly bad
yesterday. Hey it makes total sense that every time I am under the
major death guns, he would be scanning my position for a rapid
transition. My blood is on the hands of Saint Lucie County. I don't
believe in suicide because that is murder, and my PINK
GODDESS
declares to HER creation, DO NOT MURDER, COMMDT#5. So if I am dead in
here sir, I WAS MURDERED by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE. Again to quote the
demonic Dawn-Marie King, “It is what it is”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I lived at Jenny Plageman's trailer park in Mullica Township in
Jersey, during horrendous death sieges, rats would materialize in my
trailer. I know for a fact that these rodents and nasty insects are
SENT TO ME, and I am a very clean person who never ever had these
things until this enemy force really began tearing my life into
absolute dog fucking shit at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The great biblical scriptures in
the BOOK OF JOB
talk about never ending persecutions by this evil devil and his
forces (Diana's
twin brother Apollo Lucifer).
Just why that fucking goddamn star out there hates me so much I do
not know, as Diana
insists it is not because I love her so much, and that as long as I
am good to her, he does not mind that I love her and that she loves
me.
Still, that bastard burned me to a crisp and left telltale sores all
over my body back when I was ten or eleven and living on Pyle Avenue
at the Haddon hills Apartments of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG in
the middle sixties. He has always been screwing with me. Many of the
more distant stars do in fact communicate with me during various
stages of altered consciousness states, especially during the
twilight zone periods of before being completely asleep and
completely awake. One of them is that bright star that we all see in
the night sky during certain periods of the year and especially in
the summer time in this USA hemisphere. My blogs have given the name
that I know this astral city by, Hydroglacia. Time won't permit me
getting further into lots of damn shit that I really want to, but
that is what later writings are for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I left Cooley Hall High hell at the end of January of 1973, my
entire life began to be under some weird type of attack, but nothing
like the post 08-15-1986 date. Still it was real. Once I was about
eighteen years old in my present dream-down sequence off of the
purgatory, not only did crazy shit all begin around me for absolutely
no good reason, bu as with JOB, I would begin to get one problem
after another happen tyo my physical body, annoying sores, you name
it, and it just never stopped, and it has gone on all of my cunt
eating fucking life!!!!!!!!!!!! So don't anyone tell me there is no
room for a JOB ll in some new bible, and is why I have created the
Morianity-Bible!!!!!!!!!!!
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I LOVE YOU SO
VERY MUCH, MY BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS LIGHTNING.
No matter what
the evil Milituforce does to me, I will always love you more than
anything in the world times a nonillion.
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Hello people; my life is
total hell, nothing is ever different, and I died and went to hell on
August 15, 1986 after going to bed in my bedroom in a home owned by
Richard Dirtbag Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2014, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This
machine was hacked and frozen up at 6:15 this evening, as soon as I
typed in this chapter and blog book name on the SAVE area of my Open
Office Dialogue Box, just now, Pam Bondi, Florida, AG. Maybe it was
just a fluke, and then, maybe nothing ever is just a fluke. Thi9s is
where the ESS and my story, will become a bit advanced, throughout
this new blog book, folks!
I
already know that this blog is going to cause me some nasty ass
trouble and problems, as it is slow to save, and I have not even
started the blog, and only one photo is pasted into it so far, as
well, kind peeps. Yes there is A HACK MIZZ BONDI, IT IS FREEZING OVER
AND OVER FOR NO REASON, MA'AM, EACH TIME I TRY AND SAVE, SO I MAY
HAVE TO POST THIS AS 01-A, AND GO TO 01-B AND CONTINUE THE CHAPTER on
another page unless this dam ass shit stops, ACLU!
PLEASE
HELP ME PAM BONDI, Florida Attorney General, because my powerful
MAGGIE,
WILL LET ME GO THROUGH ONLY SO MUCH of this HELL, AND THEN it will be
BYE-BYE TO LA, CALI! This is a promise, and I cannot control this!
3
DAYS OF MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, PAM!!!
Folks,
the 2007 and 2008 BRIDGE, that crossed my life over from knowing the
WOODSIDE REALITY AS OPPOSED TO NOT KNOWING, depending on which yellow
telephone side of the dam bridge you or I may be standing the hell
on; YO; ended up being, or shall I change that to, “I FOUND OUT
THAT THIS WAS EVEN A BIGGER CROSSOVER LIFE AND GAME CHANGER FOR ME
TIME ERA”; than even 1969, 1983, 1986, and 1994; and probably in
truth; all of those four years all assembled together, and maybe
doubled or tripled after 'even
that',
Evan
Hanley and Quentin Andreas Petofi,
of the “GAP”, marvelous and untrumpable television soap-opera
show, called, “Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake, go
dig me a grave, Harriet Rohr. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ TWINBAY!
I
will not lie to a fucking soul here. You may or may not have
religious beliefs, that is on all of you, not me. I may or may not
have some as well, and that IS ON ME, not you. BUTT, BIG AS BUTT
folks; I have had some whopper mother fucking experiences of
paranormal activity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with people
like asshole Doctor Schorr who said to me quite unprofessionally, two
weeks ago today exactly, “Mark, your brain is broken; you'd be
better off dead”. I have been slammed against walls while half
awake and half asleep in 1976 in an apartment house I was visiting my
mother in, on Jefferson Street, called the Jamestown Apartments, in
Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG! I have dreamed the future so many
fuckiGN times, it's fucking annoying and unnatural, I have met
entities all over the place that no more come from this natural world
order than Blinky Blonkey the Birdwhale, © 2048. My mom who died on
March 4 of 2000, came to me in a powerful dream in 2008 and warned me
in a DOLLAR STORE, not to move in with these people in THAT-FAMILY.
And as for the LAKEHOUSE LIGHTNING AND GARY MITCHELL AND GLARING
BILLY HICKEY CROUCH, well, that is all a story for an entirely other
fuckiGN time and place, Donna Discoqueen Summer Sudano! I have
DREAMED dozens of tunes and lyrics, and dozens of incredible beings,
and have been told how to communicate with them, and did so, and this
led to a game changer life in the middle eighties, from which there
is absolutely no return to normalcy.
But
warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL AND
1970, and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can
swear in any court on this planet and not worry about being fuckiGN
charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night and
again, there is no return. If I was not so mother fuckiGN angry at
the way my life has been permitted to be abused and no one will take
my hell seriously; I would burst the mother fuckiGN shit eating hell
into an ocean of cunt lapping tears, and cry for a week,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer open office system just fuckiGN
crashed, PAM BONDI AND FBI, at approximately 6:42 PM, and the system
needed to be recovered through that process I go through each fuckiGN
cunt time this happens, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT A MOTHER FUCKING 10.5 TO STRIKE IN LA, KEEP
THIS FUCKIGN SHIT UP AND GOING, YOU SICK DERRANGED FUCKIGN RATS ASS
BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am taking no chances with this, later on the CHAPTER 01-B will be
posted, but 01-A is now over with nothing getting g said, and my
civil rights, as always, totally fucking trampled on, American Civil
liberties Union. Obviously their dirt bag DOW JONES stock markets
flew up 300+ points, I do not know and have not checked it yet. But
this, Mister Kaiter sir, is totally mother fucking ridiculous.
Hay
there
Louise
Hendershodt
XXXXXXXXXXX!!!
AUGUST
ELECTRICAL 27, 2014,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:49
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 76%, FEELING 86 TO THE SKIN.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-90/L-80)
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLVI-------(0656)
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG:
MY
58TH BIRTHDAY IS ABOUT TO GO FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR AS USUAL, ALL
BIRTHDAYS AND FESTIVE FUCKING OCCASIONS ALWAYS JUST ABOUT DO.
I
awoke to a horrendous despicable mother fucking diareah and cramp
attack that kept me on the toilet for most of the mother fucking
morning. Right before that, I know there was a knock on the door. I
answered it but no one was there. Or was someone, and my memory again
is erased, and maybe Paula raped me again for all I know, and this up
set my poor old fragile body, as I am not a young man. Who can ever
know anything for real, in my twisted up fucking ass life, folks?
Then on top of the strange knock, the physical death beam strike
attack, and feeling like I have been struck down by one of General
Patton's tanks, I seem to have new upstairs nabes or else maintenance
men working in the apartment, I cannot be sure. I am hearing a lot of
furniture being moved, but recently, I have been hearing it, and also
recently, I have been extra warm in this apartment, and I think I may
have new folks up there that love to blast a lot of heat out, WOW,
even more fun for the Mountainpen, and they call this fucking
paradise down here, maybe for the fucking cunt rest of you it is, not
for fucking ass me, YO!!!!!!
It
is an overcast day here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol,
Milky Way Galaxy (FPFLUSAESMWG). At least there is something good
about the dam day, I love overcast and dark skies. Bright sunshine is
not for fucking me, folks, maybe I should have married Roseann
Delaney back in 1969, if I could survive her hickey's that is. Oh
well, what did Dave Roth's pal Bob Vandegrift say a lot, about trade
offs, I just ended up trading one for another, huh Mike McNulty,
AHA-AHA-AHA??????????????? Then shortly past ten, BING BANG BOOM, the
across the hall nabes chimed in with their fucking usual shit, one
door slam after the other. These are the worst fucking neighbors that
anyone anywhere could ever possibly fucking have. I sent Debbie an
e-mail yesterday in the late afternoon, but it was hacked I think, as
I never saw the message pop up that it was sent. All this time I
thought it was me just a stupid fucking moron who could not operate a
personal computer, when all along, it was mother fucking sick evil
hackers, fucking with everything I do. When they do not want
something to work, it just doesn't work, and when they want the
entire system to just fucking cunt lapping freeze up, it does, and so
fucking forth, folks. It was never me, it always 'THEM', the
WOMO-LILI-2-FORCE, who fucking cunt else?
Last
night when the jerk offs across the hall were noisy until nearly
midnight, I asked SSJKK to do me a miracle, and she spit in my eye,
as usual, as things got as quiet as a church mouse at that exact
time, and stayed that way with them, until a quarter past ten this
mother fucking diseased cock sucking morning. The cosmic forces have
no intention whatsoever of cutting me a break, so MEXICO is my only
way out of this mother fucking dick licking mess, come the new
fucking ass year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So away I will go!!! How
would old Harry Callas have put this, I'm Oudddddda here, or is that
ball? No, it's THAT-BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AGENT
CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX
DOCUMENTARY NARATERS AND CREATIORS, THEY TOLD HWWHEN PEOPLE FOUND
SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON FILM,
THE AIR FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES MADE
IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED THE FILMS AND PHOTOS BACK,
AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER OPENED UP THEIR MOUTH
AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE A MOMENT'S PEACE
FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THIS ALL AIRED AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW
YOUR CITY, NEW YORK, CHANNEL ELEVEN, TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY,
IN 1988, WHILE I WAS LIVING IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL
AVENUE. I may have mentioned an address of 7 East Main Street, that
was an error, that was the address of an attorney who I had gone to
for complicated reasons.
'SLAM
SLAM SLAM BANG', NO I DO NOT THINK DEBBIE GOT MY E-MAIL, SO I WILL
TRY AGAIN, AND IF THEY FUCK WITH ME, THEN I WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE
AN APPOINTMENT, THEY ARE SHOUTING OVER THERE AND MAKING HORRIBLE
SOUNDS. Yes, they have made my 58th mother fucking
birthday, ANOTHER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, hay you big heroes out there,
yes you must feel really tough huh, able to destroy and wreck, the
entire life of one little totally defenseless fucking guy, who has no
resources or family support,and 'no nothing', to quote Diana Ross,
also, the reason that I have neither, is that you took it all away
from me from the minute I left high school.
Here
are some new YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS. Later on shortly, I will discuss my
father, both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds of wild
shit manifesting itself around my life, and then after his death in
1981, and the real hell after that or second phase, beginning with
the Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number 1802, forcing me and
my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey, and then from there, it
was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that moment on, right up through the
very present times. You all know I speak the truths, about this and
about how wicked my kid's family all
is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is
simply no other rational explanation, and even Elisa, the fiance' of
Joe King back in oh-Marola-8 and oh-Marola-9, would agree, as you
would know if you archived blogs from May and June time circa, from
the poor persecuted cursed Mountainpen. Well, Gawky Gaukauk said this
persecution has to do with WALL STREET, and this shit can get ultra
super frightening and dangerous, so let me die Sheriff Monks and
Sheriff Mascara, and my BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, not mine. I have
begged all of you for help, and these wicked horrible peeps are
murdering me, at the speed of light cubed, while you stand there and
just watch.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS A LOT MORE THAN I EVER THOUGHT BACK IN TIME
‘PIGS
RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS
TNG-PIGS’
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Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through.
I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong.
This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. *****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.*****
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
STUCK FOREVER IN A TIME WARP CALLED DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!
WOLF-WOLF-WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!
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