Journal
of my last days in Florida, #9
11:35
AM, April 2, 2019
My
cunt chewing nabes are extremely annoying the last two days,
yesterday and today with loud sounds and slamming doors, waking me
and making me crazy with their ILLEGAL GUESTS, and total unconcern
and disregard for other people around them, such as poor elderly
pathetic fucking me, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA
SIR! This is totally Mack Kaiter 1967-1968 summer camp
ridiculous! In addition, the meetings here are nice but there simply
are no penalties for breaking the rules, and to me it appears that
this entire nonsense simply put has no teeth. Laws and rules are only
something of meaning when mandatory enforcements and penalties also
go along with all of the churchyard chicken chatter! The police were
not at yesterday's meeting either. Hey, it is all nice, but things
don't matter unless the bad people are evicted and trespassed from
the mother fucking building. I have learned that if anything, I
have been absolutely UNDERIMAGINING
things around here, and that there are more
drugs and drug deals
and thugs and criminality
in and around this PUBLIC HOUSING building, than there are fucking
flies on a summer day garbage truck. As I speak, these next
door scumbags and their ILLEGAL
LOUD ASS GUESTS are making a lot of noise and banging
sounds. On top of that,my cable-TV froze up at about five past eleven
on this goddessdamn cunt chewing
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING---AGAIN!!!!!!!!
MIND
CONTROL is of course totally part of
all of this, and all of my life,
I have been made to mother fucking suffer immensely at the hands of
criminal scumbags and total filth balls all over, simply by
keeping me DOWN
AND POOR
AND OPPRESSED,
BY WAY OF ENDLESS POVERTY,
forcing me to always be around ignorant drug
addicts and criminals
and the total quintessential low
life element! The recent
discussions were about how the bible insists that god either does not
or CANNOT interfere with the human
free will, yet the smaller so-called
gods seem to be able to do and in fact are doing, JUST THAT,
and so the conundrum of all times is forced to rear its ugly ass head
when we ponder on this fantastic mystery then of just what then is
the truth in all of this mother fucking horrendous messy dogshit, yo?
This will be a topic to be explored in my Morianity now, that will
most likely grow as large if not even larger than other previous shit
such as the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and all of the numerous
BUTTERCHEESES that surround appear to be surrounding this messy
nightmare at C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
total fucking wehtahd can easily come to realize that using mind
control against an enemy, should you have access to this
kind of total 'Telosion power',
is all one would ever need to absolutely
wipe out anyone, anywhere, and leave no trace of believable proofs or
evidence whatsoever that this in fact had been done to someone.
I am such a victim, and I total know for a fact that the MILITUFORCE
has this ability or power to accomplish this horrific evil. My entire
life was wiped out and ruined by this horrible group of low life
mother fucking scum straight out of the GATES
OF DOGTOWN, or as mortals would say, HELL!!!!!!!
Lightning
came to me a couple of nights back and was all over me, not
here in the waking world, but in wonderful dreams. She made many
lovely brilliant colors and surrounded me with
her wonderful love. I am hoping that she will come over and
visit me soon, as this long period each year without her makes me
very sad and very nuts as shit! Nobody can ignore the true fact that
when I left New Jersey to come down here to Florida, Diana
stopped flashing around at her magical Venezuelan lake, and
then after a while, she began to resume again, but when this period
of off time happened, she was doing some wild stuff around me here in
Fort Pierce. When I resided at the Manatee Park in the beginning of
my stay here in Florida, early in 2010, she would come over to the
RV-park and the entire area above it would
develop a brilliant humming electrical field that was blueish green
in hue, and this would last for ten minutes, during the storm.
This occurred two different times while I resided there. The resident
manager who was named Danny, told me that it scared him to death. I
wanted to tell him that it was Goddess Diana just looking out for me
while I was going through the turmoil of my life, on steroids, but I
just kept my mouth shut,as I should have done on numerous other
occasions in my life, but was not quite as smart at all those other
previous times. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, and
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! Folks, this is all part of the numerous reasons
that the mighty and evil demonic MILITUFORCE does what it does to me,
as they are so fucking cunt eating scared and petrified of my
direct contact with DIANA, that this is what they feel
must be done to me, ENDLESS PERSECUTION AND
HARASSMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey whatever really
happened to me in 1994
somewhere, and if mind control was used by someone or
something, to make me fall madly in love with SSJKK, of which Diana
is merely a part of her or HER POWER SOURCE so to speak, and to
quote the mighty and monster hellish late Mizz Dawn-Marie King of
Atlantic City, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 243
Well,
I managed to make it through the dam twelfth day of July, at least in
the normal waking world spaces, not the hyperspaces. Of course, that
was probably experienced in early morning hours of the thirteenth,
not that one time to another time, has any true or real relevance.
My
noisy scummy nabes are at it this morning, and were going strong last
night. Loud doors, yelping dogs, shouting, what else is dam new
around here?
In
this nightmare, I was in a parallel universe where the Roundhouse
Museum was half the way it is here, and half the way it is where my
younger daughter PEE is living there with me, or was, until I got
myself shot in the back, by a NJ State Policeman. In this particular
reality, Paula King Senior, and several other lovelies from my
hell-parade over here in waking life, all were telling me that I
could not attend some function with my mother, who was alive and well
over there by the way, until I finished paying what I owed on some
loan given out by a local area lending group. Somehow I was dating
the niece of the President of that organization, and when drove the
very same car that Sarah Callio drove into Cifaloglio after my 2006
fatal heart attack, that I experienced over here. I was planning on
moving out of state over there, and wanted her to come with me, as
well as go to this function, and she told me to talk to her uncle
about either forgiving the loan or making some kind of new payment
arrangements. For weird reasons, years had passed since the loan was
made, and I did not ever make any payments or even remember that it
had existed until that very night. Long story made as short as
humanly possible here; I spoke with this fellow and he fixed things,
and then I suddenly found myself outside of his office and speaking
his niece again. She said I had to stay and not move, and I felt that
I needed to move. I was totally oblivious to anything here in this
dimension while this was going on, IE my being over there in that
interaction, was as a TYPE-1-Exploratron, or a normal dreamer.
Suddenly I remember my mom being there and all three of us going at
it, and I flipped out and threw everything all over the place. I then
proceeded to drive to Florida, where after reaching here, as with my
last trip here in this universe; I stopped at Flagler Beach. Only
over there, a lady approached me and told me she was Estelle Bassler
from South Atlantic City, and she seemed to be my age or even
younger, which over here was not the case. She told me that she was
unable to ever tell me what I wanted to know, in any parallel
universe, and had managed to meet me here right now just in order to
tell me that. She said that a parallel world Paula is behind all of
it, and made the entire simulation gamogram just to get you away from
her SSJKK. I told her that all I wanted was to be left alone by these
horrible monster people. That I was only trying to escape the area
that night back in 1970, 45 years ago, and that I meant no one a bit
of harm. She then pulled out that same tablet or shoebox thing that I
had in 1968 back at my HTHS high school, in Jersey, when Nick and his
pals somehow followed me back into time from 1996 while I had that
other major OOB from Highview Apartments. She started to hand it to
me, and as I grabbed it, a vision came to me that the dude I worked
for who wanted me to spy on that wild house on the boardwalk in that
really far out other parallel world, some time back; and who was the
uncle of the girl I was now darting in this parallel universe, was
indeed none other than Wells Fargo Security Company's Mister Charlie
Harmon. He always is wearing a huge '1997' on his grayish black
tee-shirt when I see him in parallel worlds. In this world, he would
always be wearing an official uniform, that was pertinent to his
rank, as a security systems ops manager. The people that he wanted me
to follow and document in that parallel world who owned a home right
on the boardwalk in this strange parallel Atlantic City, were none
other than my older daughter and her hubby. Over there, hubby worked
for the Central Intelligence Agency, and they had a program in league
with Maryland's NSA peeps, called Project-Parallel. They all were
doing things that operated at or near the maxed out majestic level on
security clearance. Also, I seemed to fit into things in some big
way, yet Harmon wanted me to join a team in the government alphabet
soup, that watched secretly over them. This is why I am persecuted, I
came to learn, as they can never be positive one way or the other,
that I am a part of this team, in any parallel, even here where I am
blogging this.
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Journal
of my last days in Florida, #6
1:20
A.M., Wednesday, March27, 2019
I
was mother fucking murdered yesterday,
Tuesday, WITH MAJOR
ENEMY
NOISE FUCKING PERSECUTION.
I was awakened by those horrible cunt eating scum bags above me with
super loud bangs and hammer sounds, beginning at shortly past nine.
This went on for quite a long time and was extremely unpleasant, and
I plan to eventually complain to management, in one of the building
meetings, in fact, today I was planning on doing just that, but all
sorts of other shit happened at the meeting, and it would have simply
been the wrong time for me to try doing anything about my woes with
these total whack job fuckers from HELL!
Then as expected, after the meeting, the
fucking asshole maintenance men were
suddenly up on my floor working and making
super horrible loud sounds and REALLY SLAMMING APARTMENT DOORS,
and again, this went on and on and on also! Now during the meeting,
one of these maintenance men saw me there as he was going into one of
the janitorial closets right near where I was seated. I have noticed
all of my pussy sniffing fucking life, when
anyone sees me, POOF, they later assault me, all they have to
do is so much as mother fucking see me, and kabingkabongkaboomka and
SUPER POW, they assault me. Somehow these
mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES or (MILITUFORCE) have total
absolute mother fucking MIND CONTROL 3434343434343434
over these types of shituations, causing them to literally operate on
some beyond fucking inconceivable weird autopilot system, yo!
Not
one cunt chewing fucking bastard in this evil sick twisted godsdamn
world believes me no matter how much I promise them that I
truly know wild shit. For example, there is no
such thing as the numerous brain
deficits and diseases. Even old age itself, all illness, all
of it, is caused by the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY doing various things, and making
numerous alterations in the very fabric that makes up our individual
and unique lives, on a level so invisible that I will
appear as the ENDLESS FUCKING WHACKY
NUTCASE, for even attempting to rationally explain and
discuss these matters on a blog.
For
whatever reason these suddenly appearing building meetings from last
year seem to be causing me GREAT GRIEF
and enemy ASSAULT
AND PUMMELING, I will
eventually use them to ask what I am
supposed to do in an age where you cannot confront a
neighbor about anything, without risking
jail and a criminal record, and they can just endlessly
mother fucking get away with making my life an endless inconceivable
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! There must be
some type of action and or recourse for me to take, and I already
know something about this just from being at these recent meetings,
and hearing how a person needs to create a
paper trail of events, and how police do
not want to help anyone make one, for
some incredible reason that I am unable
to fathom under Horatio Shakespeare's drempt of imaginings!
This is very real. I cannot ever get the police to make reports, and
when they do upon extremely infrequent occasion; I
never seem to be allowed to get my copy of it. This very thing
was discussed at the building meeting today, and I didn't have to
initiate it or even participate at all in the conversation, but
I did sit back and glean and learn from it, that there really does
seem to be something to this, and that I am not the only mother
fucking one that this goddamn shit is happening to,
and I have the name of an officer here in town that
just may assist me now IN STARTING MY
OWN FUCKING DOCUMENTATION
AND PAPER
TRAIL; something that I
have attempted to do with utility companies, and police, and other
government officials, ever since this shit
against me all began in the summer time of 1986. My mother and
I were also unable to ever get a police unit or even a county
prosecutor office, to HELP US IN THIS WAY,
after we had horrendous fucking shit happen to us, one such thing
being the example of the August 2, 1996
TERRORIST THREAT ON US, outside of the
Pathmark Grocery Store, in Turnersville, Gloucester County, Monroe
Township, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!! But this is merely
one example, and this officer, if nothing mysterious happens to him,
will hopefully be able to eventually help me to put his money where
his mouth was yesterday at that fantastic and
very fucking super informative building meeting, yo!!!!!!!
Obviously
some type of MIND CONTROL
is causing ALL OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO ME SINCE 8-15-86,
TO HAPPEN. A moron retarded
fucking little snotty bratty child could see this with the lights to
his playpen turned off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
makes zero fucking sense why ever since these meetings all began
last autumn somewhere, here at the Park Terrace
Building of Fort Pierce, Florida, United States Of America, Earth,
Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, that I get bombarded with super loud
noise attacks, EVERY
SINGLE
MOTHER FUCKING TIME. Or
does it make sense? Think the fucking shit about it for a goddamn
seck, yo. When I played the game of Roulette at the Atlantic City
casinos, I observed an extremely bizarre and yet similar pattern in
many many many many many fucking things while I was playing. I
may not have seen the handwriting on Donald Trump's wall, or
experienced the great camcorder-wall of multiple family secrets,
BUTT, BIG ASS BUTT peeps; I know that
whenever the casinos wanted to cheat me out of my money, all
they had to do was put on a Frank fucking cunt
eating Sinatra record on their fucking cunt eating public
address system, and POW, say bye-bye to the
money, because every single fucking bet I would make, would
lose! But who was behind the curtains making
THEM PLAY SINATRA RECORDS
AT ME? Was it Sarah Martino Callio,
or her dirt bag jerk off friend Robert McGuire,
or even mighty fucking slut sucking Paula King,
for that matter? Let me examine
something here peeps. I may not have the answer to that, now or
fucking ever, BUT, BIG ASS PAST TENTS INSURANCE
FRAUD BUTTTTTTTTT; does it matter? Would I have won any of
those lost bets if I could have absolutely known who was behind the
OZ-CASINO curtains from fucking DOGTOWN (HELL)?????????
Not one bit, yo! I would still have been cheated out of my money. So
now you may be asking the fucking twisted diseased ugly old pathetic
fucking Mountainpen, well asshole, why does playing Sinatra records
loudly at you make you lose? Let me give you a powerful answer. I
DON'T FUCKING CUNT EATING
KNOW,
PEEPS. I can tell you to grab a coin or some playing cards
or anything you wish that offers the chance of you picking a 50-50
item over and over, and see how your luck on average is when you
isolate yourself from any other thing in this world while doing that,
VERSES DOING IT while you listen to some song that you absolutely
despise. Wanna' get the fucking shock of your life, well, then just
you try out there, any and all of you
knowitall fucks, and see if you can prove the cunt lapping
Mountainpen wrong,you just try. You will be crying in your fucking
beer if you do this for a long time. Keep trying to disprove my
words, and you will get so fucking frustrated and angry, you will
change your name to Clarence Wannadate Harris,
and look me up, and try to 'kick my fucking
ass', huh
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP??????
Parallel
event, verses reality-3,
verses the great postulated query of the fucking ages, 'is
Mountainpen a total whackadoodle', well, let us see how this
all fucking stacks up, yo. Could reality-3 be some separate unknown
powerful fawce that even Mister Hall and his great pals just don't
dig yet? I mean maybe when they fucking damage my car, and harass me
with noise, and fuck with my utilities and health, and so much more;
some incredible other thing happens, to cause
the EVIL-EMPIRE
and their evil trilogy
to endlessly appear to operate with this seemingly sentient and
controlled preset reality. Who can ever really know such
things for fucking crissake? Could REALITY-3
be separate? Could something out there happen or be caused
to happen, that then goes onto make those other two things both
happen, rather than seeing this parallel event shit the way that I do
for the most part? Personally, I would only believe in that alternate
idea of truth if someone was able to show me how this same force
works with numbers. Numbers are powerful,
and mathematics, unlike in the mind of the mighty Mister
David Leigh Smith from 1971, is by
no means IMPERSONAL. He insisted that this is so, and my
life has verified that this great educator from the mighty and quite
elusive COOLEY-HIGH-HALL-HELL was
totally full of fucking squirrel shit, at light velocity fucking
squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If all is all and reality-3 is some fixed
constant that endlessly causes a parallel in event between object-A
and object-B, I would need to see some type of a lab-box set up where
my 1986 parallel event applied to Roulette, does what it does
endlessly and consistently for reasons that other mathematical
principles can display in one way or another. As stated, I would keep
track of the outside bets in the game of Roulette, and over time,
began seeing how there always would develop a parallel event of one
outcome occurrence over another one, after an occurrence from the
prior spin takes place. For sake of example, after 35 RED-ODD numbers
come out, the following number was LOW 27 times, and was HIGH 8
times. Waiting for RED-ODD numbers and then betting on LOW or 1-18
for the next outcome, would make a player money. Once a good parallel
event is established, it continues. Well, nothing is written in
stone, but for every time it loses, it wins about five other times,
so in the long run I will proclaim, it wins money for the player
using this application of parallel event to the casino game,
Roulette. Numerous additional mathematical procedures can be applied
in tandem with this, to even further increase efficiency of this
system, such as beginning when a parallel is at least 4 times in
variance, say in the example cited above, as soon as the LOW amounts
were 4 times the HIGH amounts, so say for example after 25 RED-ODD
spins, this brings us to HIGH 5 times, and LOW 20 times. At this
point LOW is bet after every RED-ODD outcome, or after any of these
following numbers of the game layout cloth, 1,3,5,7,9,19,21,23,25,27.
Place a purple chip on the gaming cloth outside bet area marked
'1-18', which is LOW. Now this is
continued until any point where the fraction dips below the 4:1 ratio
where you began at 20:5. In at least four out of five games, you will
win spins with an occasional loss, until eventually, the ratio does
dip as the parallel event weakens, but this happens after you have
won quite a few chips, and at 500 bucks a chip, ten
chips is five fucking grand, and even on the green
quarters, that is a nice $250.00
for an easy couple of hours of playing. You will need to stand of
course, since you are using gaming money chips and not playing every
turn. You are considered a side-bettor, and normally, casinos make a
fortune on side bettors, and is why they never frown on side betters,
well, until they win too often, CONSISTENTLY!!!!!!!!!! There are many
other items to still enhance you including what I call total home
bankroll verses game day bankroll, where a method of long run
averaged luck is employed and built into your playing, so that you
will play with less money value while in cold bad luck streaks, and
with more money value while in hot good luck streaks. But this is not
my point. My point is if this wild reality really can alter the
normal 50-50 long running predictions and statistical realities; can
there be some force behind making both of these things happen in the
way that they do? I for one, am not able, with my limited knowledge;
to be able to see any kind of a model in mathematics, to go along
with that theory, BUTTTTTTTTT, that does not mean it cannot be so,
merely that I am too fucking dumb to know how
to construct this REALITY-3 model that might just someday
disprove my beliefs that are based on
my 1986 Roulette playing in Atlantic City, when I managed to
accomplish something that even the great Mister
Einstein said JUST COULD NOT BE
DONE, and that is to win at roulette, consistently with any
system, without also cheating, or as he put it
to quote him verbatim, “unless you wait for the dealer to turn his
head and then cheat”. Again, this is not a roulette lesson
blog. It could be, and this is copyrighted material, so you may use
it to profit yourself, but you may not sell this information for
profit, or I WILL SUE YOU. Still, the discussion here right now is,
IS REALITY-3 WHAT IS TRULY BEHIND THE OZ
CURTAINS OF PARALLEL EVENT? Also, for the record, I believe
the great professor A.E. Used the European word for Dealer, which is
'Croupier'. What people refuse to grasp here, is that all of life's
numerous and quite complex situations can be reduced to a
tri-parameter system and also divided in halves of 50-50, so as to be
able to get above the otherwise locked long running statistical curve
of predictability, of one for two, expressed as 1:2 in a ratio
numerically. The edge may be small, roughly 7
percent, in roulette, because there is no powerful shit involved in
other surrounding factors. When the casinos considered this to
be cheating, and then cheated me back by playing songs that I hated,
making me lose my bets, this was at a far greater rate than 7% over
an otherwise endlessly 50-50 odds minus the small legal vig that they
are legally permitted on every game in the house, as with roulette,
this would be 5.26% if my memory is serving me properly. On
Halloween Day of 1983, they played Sinatra records and did all sorts
of shit to me at the Atlantic City Golden Nugget Hotel-Casino, on
Brighton Avenue, and caused me to lose 32 straight 50-50 bets, and on
quarter level, that was 800 fucking bucks. So parallel event
seems to be in some form or fashion, quite sensitive to emotional
stimulus, and perhaps other unknown factors, that can raise or lower
what would otherwise be a fixed percentage of over-50-50 advantage.
So without even beginning a brand new look into REALITY-3 verses
regular Parallel-Event Technology, there is a ton of data yet to be
fully looked at and carefully examined with professional scrutiny.
This is why I have yet to even start playing with any of that, yo!
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 throughout
this
entire month of
MARCH,
of the year of 2019, WITH MAX-POWER
AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT ON ME, ON MARCH 26, OF
2019, 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.
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