ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, G

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER

MARK MUD------G

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Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)

MIND CONTROL, put that right up on top sheriff Mascara sir, because this is the tool used to wipe out my entire life, by the horrific WOMO-MILITUFORCE.

Today starting at around nine of the clock this cunt chewing MOUUUUUUUUURNING sir, I have had that fat slob lady back here, the ILLEGAL GUEST WHO STAYS HERE ALL THE TIME FROM NEXT DOOR TO ME, AT NUMBER 605, AND A PART OF MY TRIAD NABE NIGHTMARE GONE NUCLEAR STEROIDAL!!!!!! She'll be back and slamming all day, just as she did last Sunday, six days ago. I put up with this illegal slob from next door all the time, and she does not just slam, she uses all her mother fucking might and shakes the entire part of this mother fucking building. Why the door is not completely off of the cunt eating hinges sir, IS LITERALLY ANYONE'S VERY BEST GUESS, KIND SIR!!!!!!! But one thing is absolutely obvious, and that is my enemies the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, is MIND CONTROLLING her to do this horrible assault on me, without her even being one tiny bit aware of it on any conscious mind level. I was able to open up my door and actually see who this was, and she had left the apartment, heading out into the vestibule and elevator area of this sixth floor at around a quarter shy of ten. But I promise you, and to quote the great Arnold Schwarzenegger, “SHE'LL BE BACHHHHH”!!!!

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 27, 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ENDLESS NOISE ASSAULT ON ME, AND AGAINST MY PEACE OF MIND, & GENERAL HEALTH AND WELFARE; 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!

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. Thisssssssss is simple Erica All My kids truth from all times and all realities, not just when lovely Mizz Lucie said her great 1983 lines from that television show, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, STUCK FOREVER IN A TIME WARP CALLED DOGTOWN!!!!!!!! WOLF-WOLF-WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!

You missed me, Mizz Dirtweeds Sleazedisease. HA-HA-HA, Janey girl. Your wonderful dad was a fine gentleman. Still, I am a major believer in HISTORY MARKERS on this Earth Planet, and he was a part of their usage, indirectly. As I speak-type at 10:10 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I have a very low and very loud private airplane outside of me whittle winder, yo, Sheriff sir. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! To get back to me ol' pernt however, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens yo BRAHHHHH, a fantastic old movie staring the great Henry Fonda, called, “12 Angry Men” had a major HISTORY MARKER IN IT, because things like that JUST DON'T HAPPEN. In old movies and especially in a movie staring this fine outstanding gentleman, there just wouldn't be any way in hot ass hell that vulgar and profane language would be used. However, when Henry Fonda was in a debate with that man who was trying to get the jury duty over with and convince Henry that the man that they were judging was as guilty as sin, in-between the lines, and only if listened to very carefully, YOU WILL HEAR ON THAT OLD MOVIE TRACK, that man saying under his breath and clear as day, “Oh fuck this shit”. This has some meaning that I am yet to figure out, but I just might someday. All things that are that far out and totally beyond bizarre, always do, and they are definitely always intentionally left HISTORY MARKERS, by what I now call, HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mark wayne mohrOctober 24, 2014 at 3:55 PM

This world died somewhere quite a long while ago. I know you don't believe this, and you would be wrong. Compassion, human feelings, all gone, replaced AS PREDICTED by cold computers and icy technology, the absolute death of the human heart, forever, s we evolve into the gods only know what. As sorry as I could ever be for me; I am way sorrier for all of you uncaring assholes out here. What has happened in my family and to me, that was predicted by me in a 1980 song from the realms of dreams; called, "Love Is For Carpenters", has all come perfectly and totally 100% into fruition, I believe the song lyric still sitting in the United States Copyright Office from 1981, can be quoted, "We all have a number, none have a name, and all that we do have, is each other to blame".

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
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SEPTEMBER 1, 2014,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:30

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELS '101'.

Now somebody must have been hacking this Weather-Bug page. How can 78 feel 101 no matter how high the fucking humidity is for crissake, yo Sheriff?????????????????????????????????????????????

OH SHIT SARAH JACOBSON. ARE ANY GIANT GIRLS GOING TO KNOCK ME DOWN AGAIN, CORPORATE MERGERS? THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND NEVER EVER FORGETS A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING THING; RIGHT FISA AND FEDS, AND LOVELY PAM BONDI?????

Let's talk about the great Sarah Jacobson, as well as the mighty FISA who broke into my trailer and intentionally damaged all of my electronic equipment, and not all that long before that Law & Order Episode with the CITY HALL SHOOTING, and the electronic repair shop and the FISA break in, huh wonderful Senator Thompson sir, from beyond my words, and perhaps NOT AT ALL BEYOND PATTY GHOLLISTER'S GREAT CANDLES OF THE EARLY NINETEEN SEVENTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

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I came home from my mother fucking job as a security guard at the Roadway Trucking Lot on County Line Road and Highway #309 intersection, in Pennsylvania, somewhere in late oh two or early oh three, and all of my headphone jacks on all of my recording machines, had been completely busted. I reported this to the police which of course is a wasted effort. Now don't get me wrong, I like the police and I think that overall, they all do a fantastic job. But nobody gets in the way of this great almighty federal United States government. Why did they do this? Well, when I left to go to work, I left a tape on a machine that was using electronic-metaphysics and playing a loop over and over that discussed the great Cooley Hall High Hell, Mizz Jacobson. They busted the tape, they busted the machine, and they busted the headphone jack that was needed to play this tape on a loop through an open line telephone, for two straight days and nights while I was up in Pennsylvania. Also, every single other tape recorder with a headphone jack was also completely busted. FISA is allowed to go into a person's residence to search and even seize, but NOT TO DESTROY AND DAMAGE INTENTIONALLY. If I could prove this, I could sue my Uncle Sam for a sinful amount of money, Sheriff, but how do you expect me to prove this? Now with all of this new age technology that's available for all of us to use and monitor our spaces, should I ever be in a similar circumstance, you can bet dollars to pussy sniffing donuts, I will have hidden video cams too. Of course who's kidding fucking cunt who, kind sir? These bastards have apparatus that can read a cam-signal, and even interfere with it, or they would locate it and break it too. I suppose if I had my own home and a vicious dog, they would just poison the fucking dog, or even shoot it if they wanted to, hey world, how can we fight an EVIL OUT OF CONTROL AND UNTRUMPABLE EMPIRE? Go ahead, try to fucking cunt prosecute me now for saying treasonous things on this blog. I HAVE SOME CIVIL RIGHTS, and I am only telling what is being fucking done to me by this horrendous MILITFUORCE, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I were lying or had provable intentions that were dishonest, then maybe this would be treasonous, but I am just telling what I absolutely mother fucking totally know happened to me, and what these bastard mother fucking pricks in fact really did to me back in the early years of the millennium, me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So fucking cunt eating WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-Frank.

Now as told a short while ago, my going with my mom for the first time, to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and to the then called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel chain, caused me to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several occasions, at a place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural Psychiatric Institute, located just out of the main part of Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane asylum property called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to start with me about the 'K' not symbolically representing KRASSLE, I won't waste my time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue back with you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!

To send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be robbed, beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that happened to me in childhood as well as into adult life also. But does the AG care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty President? No, great people only have time for other great people, like Jolie and Popey. Birds of a feather flock together, and so do the 99% nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation where you need major help, and through absolutely no mother fuckiGN cunt chewing fault of your own, and guess what; YOU CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump the great, says it better than I ever can; “Like I give a shit”, and that was regarding his friend Steve Winn, of the Golden Nugget Casino, during a time of his personal crises in his marriage. I have a lot of reasons for hating poor people, as they endlessly try and take away what little I manage to work very fucking hard to get for myself; and are all basically worthless twisted mother fuckiGN rotten asshole BUMS. But as much as I hate them, multiply fucking cunt that by a few bazillion, and that will show you how much I hate the slutty trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's of the world, born with silver spoons up their ugly slob clits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any mother fucking cunt sucking world, that allows and tolerates for an innocent mother fucker like me, who never both a cunt chewing soul or does anything mother fuckiGN cunt wrong, and is a totally mother fuckiGN law abiding cunt sniffing citizen; to be endlessly assaulted, mauled, reamed, persecuted, harassed, and fucked with, by the scum of the mother fuckiGN Earth; well; that society, who and what ever they are made up of, is not worth their weight in stenchy fucking maggot filled elephant shit, at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But all this fucking bullshit aside, people; being sent to the NJNPI for my 6^th grade school year, directly following CONTACT MADE directly between me and Atlantic City POWERS and FORCES that I will come to label and term the TAWF or THAT FAMILY; this was merely the opener of 50+ years to follow, that can be thought of in only one god dam fucking way, and that would be HELL, HELL, HELL AND ENDLESS TORMENT TORTURED RED HOT HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If the forces in this universe were not signing off with what is and has been done to me for half a cunt chewing fucking century now, then simply put kind people, it just would not be allowed to all happen to me like this. It doesn't take some genius to see this, folks!

Now at this NJNPI place, I met several dudes my age who I befriended, one of whom was Wilson Jessup, who claimed to be a witch doctor, and later on, a voodoo priest, god rest my fucking soul. There was a Summer-House or little area half enclosed outside nearby the K-Cottage, and on one particular time, he and I were there and no one else was, and it was late in May or possibly the very start of June, in the year of 1966. Wilson grabbed my arm and told me he was going to take me to the Trinidad Hotel. He knew only that I vacationed there with my mom on the previous summer, and did not know one thing about Sarah Krassle, unlike my pal David Roth, whom I told one day all about her, outside a diner in Medford, New Jersey, one spring afternoon in 1986, called, the Medport Diner. Very fucking cunt lapping apropos initials too, as ever since this time, I needed a doctor in my cunt chewing fucking life, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We won't even touch right now on the nightmare that ensued after I told David Roth the great high degreed Mason about this powerful goddess in early 1986, but rather, we continue trekking along with my experience with voodoo priest Wilson Jessup, up in Princeton, at the K-Cottage Psych-Ward, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Within a minute of shutting our eyes, maybe less, we had soul traveled there, decades before I knew the word ECKANKAR or understood the concept of Soul-Travel, great Variagi Master Follower, Saint John!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy before we run out of Nothing-Prophets, Biblical Prophets, abnd demonic/angelic/ advanced robotic beings, we're going to run out of ball games and cheering advertising blimps!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, WJ goes on to walk us through the room number 323 at the hotel, and he described the exact floor plan both of the room, the nearby corridor and elevator, and even the balcony overlooking the pool. There are no more balcony's by the way, not since the Super 8 took the place over, at the early part of this century somewhere. I doubt that MTM ever stayed there either,in this universe!

When I returned to the place that late June, and left the psych ward forever, all the forces from this globe that are all part of why this middle eastern mess goes on millennia after millennia, began to form plans, right down to the powerful personal friend of my aunt Geraldine Snow mason, married to my mom's brother, my uncle Stuart Mason, named after his direct ancestor of Scotland, Queen Mary; and these plans were set into motion for the following summer after that one, in 1967, and this is why my cousin Sandy went down there, and met up with the great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, actually one branch of it and lots of friends of them, the great almighty CALLIO'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

ENDLESASSAULT AND END TRANSMISSION.

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 22^nd 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 18^th 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 9^th 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!!!!!!!!!!!

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)

the continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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 58^th 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.

"the continuation of "The Epitome of Harrassament"

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’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM—-DATFILE–080808.777—ORIGINAL POSTED DATE AT BLOGGER DOT COM.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

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.*****

the continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, STUCK FOREVER IN A TIME WARP CALLED DOGTOWN!!!!!!!! WOLF-WOLF-WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I said that door slamming fat pig would return, and she has, at about 10:06 this mother fucking MOUUUUUUUUURNING. I have a feeling I am finally going to call 911 and make a complaint, as this cannot go on forever fucking unchecked, and this is indeed ELDER FUCKING ABUSE, which is against the law now in all 50 mother fucking states, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the queen of Harlem's great Sugar Hill says so wonderfully, “THANK UUUUUUUU”, for that law, but I still need to enforce it, me wonderful sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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