ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-PP
5:19
ANTE' MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
EVENING
5
JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
I
fell under a nasty BOTBAR-SIEGE yesterday and so
WEIN-SOSO,
“what else is new, same old same old”? Another
HOLIDAY-HELLIDAY for the mother fucking Mountainpen.
Yessir, the good old mother fucking 4TH DAY OF JULY, as if I am
surprised. I had nasty morning telephone harassment from my annoying
callers, proving the subskummite enemies in this MILITUFORCE
as stated and restated by me for nearly fourteen years now on these
blogs, as well as for decades before the blogs began back on my
CASSETTE TAPED LIFE JOURNAL SYSTEM, would much rather persecute me
than be with THEIR OWN FAMILIES ON HOLIDAYS. If this doesn't tell you
a little bit about the mother fucking character of these total filth
bag snot eaters, Sheriff KJM kind sir, than what would? To prefer
harassing poor little special-ed me day in and day out, decade in and
decade out, for forty years or so, give or take now, over being with
their own so-called loved ones and family, well, they sure mustn't
fucking love them very much, to hate me more, to the point of making
that choice over and over and over for four straight goddessdamn
mother fucking decades, oh lovely wonderful awesome Sheriff
Kenneth
J. Mascara,
kind sir, yo!!!!
First
came the harassing
phone calls in the morning, and
then in the mother fucking afternoon, and for the second time now in
less than a week, SOME
ROTTEN MILITUFORCE ENEMY BASTARD TURD CHEWER HACKED INTO MY COMCAST
CABLE ACCOUNT AND SOMEHOW SCREWED UP MY TV-SIGNAL AND SCRAMBLED IT,
doing the very same thing that was done to me on one of the final
days of June, where anything above the high teen numbered channels
was all scrambled and frozen and fucked up. This time, being a
holiday, no live person was at Comcast, so I took the chance of doing
a re-boot to hopefully regain my service. I
MANAGED TO RESTORE MY SERVICE,
but this is having effects on my health, and this is mother fucking
ELDER-ABUSE,
AND THIS IS TOTALLY FUCKING ILLEGAL, and I
will be calling the Comcast people later on today, to make ANOTHER
COMPLAINT. The
police who came over to this building back earlier this year,
told us that when crimes are committed against law biding citizens,
they ABSOLUTELY MUST BEGIN TO CREATE A PAPER
TRAIL, and my reports to COMCAST are
a PAPER TRAIL,
KIND SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
after the mother fucking second MAJOR HARASSING ASSAULT was done to
me, I played another HRG (hypothetical roulette game), and managed a
nice pre-vig score of $+50, on a ten dollar BBL, arising from a 4-RRB
of 6-3-6-4. Here is the update with yesterday's game highlighted in
BLUE COLOR me' gweat fwolks out here, including the great one and
only Sir Elmer Fwudd, yo BRO!
WOW-WOW-Wonderful
Oprah Winfrey!!!!!!!!!
RRB1----$+310--------+310
RRB2----$-20--------+290
RRB3----$+70--------+360
RRB4----$+30--------+390
RRB5----$+20--------+410
RRB6----$+80--------+500
RRB7----$+130--------+630
RRB8----$+100--------+730
RRB9----$-60--------+670
RRB10----$+250--------+920
RRB11----$-60--------+860
RRB12----$-30--------+830
RRB13----$+100--------+930
RRB14----$-290--------+640----mini-crash
RRB15----$+140--------+780
RRB16----$-70--------+710
RRB17----$-30--------+680
RRB18----$+70--------+750
RRB19----$+210--------+960
RRB20----$+50--------+1,010
RRB21----$-30--------+980
RRB22----$+90--------+1,070
RRB23----$+50--------+1,120
AHA-AHA-AHA,
ALLIGATOR
HATERS!!!!!!!!!!!!
WE
WILL ALL REMAIN TOTALLY ANONYMOUS
AND
BEING
EXTREMELY CAREFUL
AROUND PAULAKing2011Hammonton PAULA
KING,
LIZARDS, SNAKES, REPTILES, SERPENTS, GELYAMONSTERS (GECKO'S),
ETCETERA!!!!!!!
Yes
folks,
and Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara,
and lovely new Florida
Attorney General; I
have
learned that both INTENSITY
as well as DURATION,
or the
length of the death
siege
against me, as well as it's amount of horrible hellishness, are the
two needed combined co-factors, that will endlessly determine the
absolute scientific effects, of what Morianity
has labeled and discovered as Negamagging!
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 DEATH
PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting
me,
on the FIRST 4 DAYS IN JULY, IN 2019.
You will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN
FOR ALL DIRT BAG WALL STREET
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, AS WELL AS
WHOEVER CAUSED MAJOR DAMAGE
TO MY CAR, HACKED INTO MY
COMCAST ACCOUNT TWICE, AND
FUCKED UP MY TV BOX, ASSAULTED ME WITH THE CHEMTRAIL
SIEGE, AND DID UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES
AGAINST ME, including harassing me on the JULY 4th
HOLIDAY. 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.
Enter
your Privecode number, Mister M.W.M.M. Huntington, YO, 1-2-3!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
To
access texts from 2006-2011, use links:
I
have recently talked about Gawky Gaukauk on blogs, and was leading up
to tell you a lot of shit, reminding my BLOGAUDIANS of the night that
I stayed over at Mike Patterson's apartment in middle late July in
2017, and witnessed again, the great PULSAR STAR, known as in the
Olympian Province of the great Purgatory, “Hydroglacia”. This all
has to do with the project that SATAN MADE FAIL or the MILITUFORCE
made fail, same shit, just different verbiage yo, and it
has been up on the Google-Play stores for several weeks,
not doing a goddessdamn mother fucking thing, just like all of my old
YOUTUBE posts of musical shit that I wrote that proves all the shit
in my blogs and in my life.
But if nobody reads about it or cares, then there is no point, and
soon, I am closing this all down.
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE.
This
APP is the formula used by GAWKY GAUKAUK the magical black giant
panther cat from the great Teck Bay Mystery School of the
Astral-Plane, AKA by the great Roman Catholic Church, as the
Purgatory. He came to me in a dream in the late summer or very early
autumn time somewhere, in the year 1980, while I was residing at 1802
Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, DPAESMWG. In
that wild dreaming interaction, I was on a bus in some parallel
universe that is quite localized to this one where I had a body
laying in a bed in my apartment bedroom. A large lady in her early
fifties owned this cat and he was smaller like a regular human sized
big black pet cat, and it was in her lap on this bus, and I was
sitting next to her on the bus seat. We got talking and she told me
that her cat 'Gawky' was able to accurately 'meow-out' the lottery
number for later on that day. She told me that it sometimes came out
straight up and other times it came up 'boxed', which means the same
digits, but scrambled around to all possible combinations. We both
got off this bus and walked into a local bar in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania, somewhere, and the TV was on in the bar. We looked up
and I thought I would shit myself, because before we had gotten off
of this bus, her cat looked right at me and said to me in a meow type
of cat sound, ove3r and over again, “DIE, DIE, DIE”. I looked at
her and said to her very bewilderingly, “Lady, your cat is telling
me to die”. She then proceeded to say back to me, “Oh no, he is
giving you the three digit lottery (pick-it) number that will come
out either straight or boxed, later on today. So we looked up and the
TV set, and sure as dogshit stinks to high puke eating heaven, these
old folks came on and one of them was drawing the lottery numbers, as
in the state of Pennsylvania, at least back in the year of 1980
anyway and perhaps still today, the senior citizens somehow get some
benefit amount through the lottery wins of the state and thus, they
employ a senior citizen to do the picking. Some elderl;y lady picked
the digits of 5-9-4. Gawky the cat had meowed the 'DIE' sound at me,
which the lady had gone on to explain to me, meant that the 'D' is
number '4' in the alphabet, the letter 'I' is number '9' in the
alphabet, and letter 'E' is number '5' in the alphabet. So the meow
sound of DIE was telling us the number would come out as 4-9-5, and
if it did not come out straight up as 495, then it would come out in
a box, as the lottery lingo goes. Sure enough, it came out 5-9-4, one
of the box combos of the die-4-9-5. Now right after the number was
drawn and I saw it happen in this bar while sitting next to this lady
on a stool at this bar in Philly somewhere, IN THIS
SUPER WILD DREAM,
I woke up, I left a few minutes earlier that day for my job over a
the RPL Sound Recording Studio, and I stopped into a local store to
buy only the straight up number of DIE or 495, and I bought it in a
New Jersey store. I bought $8.00 worth of tickets, drove into work,
and took an early lunch break so that I could watch the lottery
results on the lobby area television set that came on right after the
world news ended on one particular channel. When the drawing of the
594 number came out, I went bonkers. But
that was when my night boss, Donald Cialoni calmed me down and told
me,
“Mark
you asshole, you bought straight no-box, and you bought Jersey
tickets, this is a Pennsy-lottery, ya' dumb little fuck”.
I'll never forget holding my tickets right up in his face all happy,
and him saying that to me, and then the great let down, as I thought
that I had one about four grand for my eight dollars, as I was a dumb
ass back in those days at age 25 years, a total empty vessel as the
college world might put it. Still, this is how the Krystal's Ball
formula all began. A few years later on, I had my third dream, as the
1980 dream was NAUT the first but the second dream of this wild
professor character on the Astral-Plane, who can turn into a large
panther cat and even visit humanity on the physical plane of human
life in various levels of reality that exist throughout the virtually
limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace. In this third but not final
dream, as there was yet another one somewhere around 2013 or 2014 and
which was blogged, where he told me that he never attacks anything
that has the ability to fly, and he went onto tell me that he knows
that I do have that ability. But back to the third out of a total of
four total interactions that I have had with this mystical incredible
astral realm entity and mystical school professor there; this is when
he explained the total formula that makes this all work on not just a
lottery, but anything at all, and THAT is what led up to my putting
this formula into a computer application!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is,
oh lovely mortal world, just in case anyone could do a donald Trump
and Steve Winn deal here, and actually, “Give a
shit”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price:
0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE.
I've
got fucking roaches all over the goddamn apartment no matter how much
I spray the RAID or how clean I
keep the place. I have the ILLEGAL GUESTS
around here slamming the goddamn fucking doors today, kind Sheriff,
sir. It's more fucking fun around here than Alice
Ciminelli, and her barrel of jail
bird American Honda guardhouse conversations, sent
to the U.S. Copyright Office, on 1988's Valentine's Day
monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that I
have been hit with another health assault on top of this, Sheriff.
Another horrible fucking year is beginning for me, oh wonderful kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my heavenly and marvelous life, measured by the
standards of anti-matter, is just making me so thankful and
appreciative of the blessings that flow from such a wonderful fucking
GODDESS, who sends songs in my sleep that altered my life, and so
many grand and glorious fucking things! So
thanks a lot, Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Sheriff
K.J.M., and “thanks
a lot, DAVE”!!!!!!!!!!!
YARRRRRR, Patty Hollister, maybe me buckin' hat's on crooked or
something. WOW-THAT!!!!
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Yes
folks, we can definitely call that my
Mountainpen's
Morianity
Quotation
or (MMQ) or anything else you may wish
to, as this won't alter the following truth: When the famous and
terrific agents, mentioned in that wild and cool report-documentary
on New York City's
WPIX-Channel-11-television show,
back in 1988
non-Spellchecker monkeys; Agents Condor
and Agent Falcon,
said that people who open up their mouth, and say things that are
not allowed to be said; those people will not be able to get a moment
of peace for the rest of their lives; how does this then fit into
those who were on the receiving end of all of this horrible monstrous
mother fucking turd swallowing junk, LONG
BEFORE they
ever uttered a single goddamn word?
THAT, oh great SIR ROCKDROID of the original STAR TREK SHOW, is the
real Shakespearean query of the ages, on kind peeps and loyal
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes THAT
is the question, Mister Bill
Shakespeare, YO!
How
I'll never ever fucking forget, ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, telling me how
all of my damn answers to all of this nasty-ass mess; lays in the
town of Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Right after he told me this
incredible fucking shit, kind Sheriff KJM sir, POW, “My
goddess non son of Sam girlfriend”, came over to my apartment and
raped me, and this led to the
miscarriage of my younger daut, PEE!
And then there was the wild dream a few years afterward, where
I was back at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
and Paula
came over to visit with me and tell me
how I was too immature and that she refused to marry me, and that she
had recently miscarried our child PEE. This
is how transdimensional hyperspace works.
We cannot go getting ourselves all fucking hung up on minor whittle
details such as an event happening in one universe and not happening
in another one that lies in localized hyperspace. No Spellchecker,
the hypERCHRIST
has absolutely nothing to do with any of this, OR
DOES IT, come to reflect on it
heredahelda and here, kind folks!!! I mean for crissake, it isn't
every day that I am stopped and searched like a criminal by the
authorities, for just sitting and telling a man about something from
my childhood. But it sure happened that particular day in Medford
Lakes, in the springtime of 1986. Maybe
this is why the satanic demons of hellfire itself, struck Dave Roth
and me so very hard, as after-all, it
was directly following all of this,
along with a tiny whittle detour through another Mister
Rod Serling's Twilight Zone; called
that special talk that took place in the
spring time in the following year of 1986, at the Medport
Diner, in Medford Lakes, New
Jersey; regarding the “Great Sarah
Krassle”.
Along with these whittle pirate facts and YARRRRRRR's, and buckin'
fuckin' pirate hats, I am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are
doing these goddamn days, yo????????????? But then, like who gives a
fucking shit, to quote the kids who cuss?! Alligators or ALL I'M
SAYING is that long B4I ever had a blog, or even shot off my mouth on
RED-LINE-CROSSOVER
topics, or said boo about shit; I have been given a no-peace
persecution by these monstrous evil
mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES. So it is
not like anyone out here can go screaming into my ear, “Hey
Mountainpen, this is all your own fault”, as my kid did about
alligators, when I complained about all of these horrible things all
over this place, and she said that I had made my bed and must now lay
in it. Hey, she's totally right. Still,
was this all my fault for real? Was this all my fault for REALE, for
that matter? Was it me who teased you or
you who teased me, every mother fucking time that I came down in 1997
to try and relax on the beach, and you
tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV
radio station, oh
mighty Patty-Paula?????????
WOW
THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Susan Erica AMC Snakes from
1983. Yes, Patty-Paula may very well be Sarah Krassle, or
spelled with a fuller ASTRAL-PLANE name, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Yes there is pure magic in this
incredible entity named Sarah Krassle
Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah
Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle!
Why
go to so much trouble doing al of these things, beginning with Misses
Cooley Hall High Hell Marola, on Memorial Day of 1969, May 30th,
and going all the way so far, up to the stunt pulled in waking life
while I was at my non-choker Darius Evans Cifaloglio security job in
2009, two years before the transdimensional-choking deal, and right
around the Lakehouse-choking deal, but yes, always (choking-1983
deals); with that WAYV magical stunt she pulled on me with the Regis
Threat and magically getting me to tune into it from my car while on
that job. Things like this JUST DON'T HAPPEN,
not in any real life or real world, and not with this sort of endless
fucking repetitiveness; and I know that you all know that, and
I'm not being WAYV-cute heredahelda and
HERE, yo! There was a night a few years earlier where I was at my
trailer, #10 at the great and illustrious Mullica Mobile Manor of
Mullica Township, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and watching one of those
two famous magicians on television. I forget whether it was Blaine or
Copperfield, but it was one of the David's. Tee-Hee-Hee. He told
everyone out in the TV audience to think of a card. We
all did, and HE GUESSED IT;
and that would be a one in fifty-two chance; and I don't buy into
chances, or long shots like that. Yes longer shots than this do
indeed happen, and with more frequency than we all might think would
be the case, BUTTTTTTTTT folks, I know that he did something, and I
know that night at Cifaloglio with Patty-Paula, that she did that
very same 'something'; and then things happened. Just because
I am unable to properly explain it, I STILL AM
ABLE TO FULLY REPORT IT to the goddamn mother fucking world, yo,
and you can bet I do, and will go right on screaming out my pain.
This monster and all of her FAWCES are behind it.
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
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