ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-OO

5:19 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY EVENING

3 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

After the WORST DAY IN TEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS BACK ON MONDAY, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR; I HAVE LEARNED WHAT IS GOING ON, WITH THIS FIXED EVIL MOSTLY REPUBLICAN OWNED AND CONTROLLED MEDIA, AS THE NEWS JUST CAME ON WITH THE WALL STREET STOCK MARKET MOTHER FUCKING REPORT, AND WOW, A RECORD HIGH STOCK MARKET IS WHY THIS IS ALL GOING DOWN AROUND ME, AND THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS WAS ALL PART OF WHY THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE SUBSKUMMITE'S CAUSED 200 DOLLARS OF MOTHER FUCKING TURD EATING DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE, AND ILLEGALLY COMMITTEDTHE CRIME OF ELDER ABUSE!!!! THIS WAS ALL BAD ENOUTH WHEN I WAS 10, 20, AND 30 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS YOUNGER, AMBROSIA LABORATORIES, BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT NOW YO, I AM ELDERLY AND COMPLETELY UNABLE TO CONTINUE FENDING OFF THESE MONSTER ASS HORRENDOUS FUCKING ASSAULTS ON ME, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!

This day has gone mother fucking SUPER CUNT CHEWING BOTBAR as a result of learning about the ALL TIME RECORD HIGH STOCK MARKET, AND THIS NATION IS FILLED WITH MIND CONTROLLED TOTAL FUCKING ASSHOLES. First off, all of the C-SPAN channels are biased and crooked against the non-Republican parties, as all the callers or practically all of them are on the side of the wealthy, so I absolutely know that this is fixed, and they only allow a trickle few who disagree with them, to ever get through, so I am no longer going to watch any mother fucking news channel other than for the great and marvelous MSNBC that comes on the channel number 72 in my Fort Pierce, Florida, DPA, area, and I will no longer watch any of the crooked biased evil C-SPAN channels, Cable Network News or FOX channels such as CNN and any and all Fox News garbage, and others. The only channel left that is not on the side of evil tyranny royal fucking family crooked King Donald John Trump, is MSNBC!!!!!!!!!!!!! The devil has TAKEN OVER THE COUNTRY!!!!! Ugly evil old miserable demonic Fat Slobertson, and his so-called demonic phony Christian gang from Dogtown (HELL), have absolutely TAKEN OVER MY ONCE GREAT AND WONDERFUL COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am now trapped in the worst mother fucking nightmare of my life, and never believing that things could escalate beyond the unfathomable hellishness of august 15, 1986, I was totally fucking cunt mistaken, as I knew would most likely happen once dirt bag shit head Chump Rump Trump through his hat into the mother fucking cunt eating election back in 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Use your mother fucking heads peeps. How could a vast majority of at least 90% of the United States legal citizenry vote for self destruction, and self destructive governmental polices that the Republican Party is totally for, while they are against necessary things like health care for the needy and all other basic social decency and justice? Why would 90% of the population continue to elect people who blatantly wish to oppress them and keep them down, uneducated, and into endless poverty-slavery, easily susceptible for entrance into the criminal justice system, and losing their civil rights forever for smoking a little weed? This is all as fixed as was Nazi fucking Germany, AND NOBODY SEES THIS, EXCEPT FOR A GOD BLESSED LOVELY HANDFULL FEW LORDESS CHOSEN GREAT FOLKS, SUCH AS MISTER BERNIE SANDERS, AND A FEW OTHERS. All call in shows are Republicans, and those who disagree just about NEVER ARE HEARD, AS THE INCOMING CALLS ARE SCREENED BEFORE AIRING. Add in the criminal justice rip off, gerrymandering, and loads of other things, and we are headed for the return of a royal oppressive family controlling us and placing us into agreed upon fucking slavery. SOME HACKER DOESN'T LIKE THESE WORDS, as the blog was just fucked with, or my cum-puke-her was I should say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Civil rights are only restored to those in the CJS who are able to pay off their debts and fines, and this means the poor class which are of course mostly Democrats, are denied the right to vote. Peeps, if you CANNOT FUCKING SEE THIS JIM FUCKING CROWE LEGISLATION being done all through this goddessdamn mother fucking dogshit, then you are pitiful and pathetic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But enough shit about how my nation has gone straight to the dogs, or to quote the words of Saint John on the island where he died of starvation and torture, nearly two millennia ago, 'DOGTOWN'. Jes I made a fucking mistake on my math on the addition, and somehow the blog fucked up, so I will now mother fucking re-post it, pertaining to the hypothetical roulette system that totally mother fucking verifies and proves that the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS are indeed screwing with me in a powerful clever way that my Morianity calls “NEGAMAGGING”, and has labeled this term way back at the end of the nineteen-eighties and nothing has changed one tiny iota since those days and times, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is the new calculation that adds today's results from this super BOTBAR DAY. All day long, both my across the hall and next door TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES and their mother fucking ILLEGAL GUESTS, harassed me with continual DOORS and IN AND OUT activity!!!! I still managed to make 90 bucks without the VIG-deduction, on a ten dollar base betting level ($10-BBL) yo, HA HA HA HA!!!! My 22^nd box resulted in a 7-2-6-6, far above the averaged norm total of 18 WINS out of 36 plays, or 7+2+6+6=21:36, and this means as the golfers like Mister Rump-Chump might say, an under-par value of 3 points. Like Wonderful Oprah Winfrey times about ten or so, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! So here is the updated corrected error results as well as the inclusion of today's fucking SUPER-BOTBAR DAY'S PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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 viciously persecuted me, on the FIRST DAY 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 AND FUCKED UP MY TV BOX, ASSAULTED ME WITH THE CHEMTRAIL SIEGE, AND DID UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES AGAINST ME ALL DAMN DAY LONG. 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

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

To access texts from 2006-2011, use links:

Now for the big story on mother fucking ACTION JACKSON NEWS:

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, and as soon as my mother fucking Social Security Disability benefit, turns into regular Social-Security benefits when I reach the age of 66, according to the SS Office, which is the fourth of NEXT December, not the one a few months off, I PLAN TO GO COCK SUCKING EXIT SNAGLLEPUSS, ON BOTH LEFT AND RIGHT STAGES SIMULTANEOUSLY!!!!!!!!!! I AM GETTING OUDDAHELE, MISTER HARRY BASEBALL FUCKING CALLAS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, CELEBRATION BALLOONS, TIME TRAVEL, I-CHING, TANK BOOMS, ROAD TRIPS WITH MAGICAL IN-LAWS, AND MAJOR PROPHECIES, ALL NOTWITHSTANDING ME' FUCKING GREAT FOLKS, AND SIR SHERIFF KJM!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM LEABVING FOR FAR AWAY SECRET DESTINATIONS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO AND JUST MOTHER FUCKING TRY AND STOP ME ME' CUNT EATING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, the great mysterious Astral Plane Panther CAT, SIR Gawky Gaukauk: Where to begin? You all know about the 2^nd DREAM at 1802 Robin Hill, both within a few months of my original move into this apartment system out of three total moves in and out of this place, or this “FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD THAT WAS TRYING TO DESTROY ME”, to precisely quote myself as a teenaged youthful fucking lad from COLLEY-FOOLEY HHH HALLucinogenic HALL, and most certainly NAUT HALLS FAWCES, but maybe they should be all integrated into this 'CHHH' place, yo yo yo yo yo yo; so do it either way for all I fucking 'give a shit', to quote me' distant CUZZ the pres, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir, yes mahm, the name of this project is the “Krystal's Ball, and it was developed by a wonderful FIU Professor by the name of Mario Eraso. Mike P and myself have been working on trying to develop this computer application (APP) for more than a half decade now, before he even moved down to Miama from Fort Pierce.

'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 am not able to CAP anything other than that. When it first was up there, it was the very first APP up there when you typed in the title. Talk about ILLEGAL AND UNFAIR INTERNET PRACTICES, MAHM ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, now I can type and search for it, and it isn't even showing up. When the professor gets back from a vacation trip to see his family, I plan to tell him what has happened. Still, I never thought the MILITUFORCE would allow me to do this, and I hoped for the best, and continued to keep my whittle mother fucking Herman Munster mouth shut, but alas to no avail, NOTHING EVER WORKS, NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, UNDER THIS CUNT CHEWING HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT-ASS CURSE, YO YO YO ME' WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCAR, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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After the WORST DAY IN TEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS BACK ON MONDAY, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR; Tuesday was a major back off, and probably thanks to your watching over me again, a little bit better, yo yo yo yo, TANKS-----B-O-O-M, and Alligator Haters Anonymous, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!

I have another great wonderful person to thank for helping me get through this horrendous DOGTOWN ON EARTH period in my miserable pathetic diseased twisted and miserable sub vampiric existence called my physical life, and that is my awesome GODDESS DIANA, the great LIGHTNING GODDESS OF THE EARTH-PLANET. So yes mahm, thank you Diana for coming over to visit with me yesterday afternoon. IWALU my gorgeous wonderful baby blond, and you know that!!!! Too bad you couldn't come right into my bed with me and free my spirit from this horrific HELL ON EARTH so we can be together forever and ever. 990-990-990-990-990-990-990, and thank you while I am on the subject, for protecting me in a parallel universe from WH, and her monster beach friends, when they all stole from me that day on that weird beach, and you suddenly came over to me out of absolutely nowhere, to protect me from these vicious robber-thugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes mahm lovely awesome girl, 990-990-990-990-990-990, and I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ASS HOOT-POLLUTE HOW MUCH THE MISERABLE FUCKING ROTTEN MILITUFORCE HATES US BEING AN ITEM HERE ON THIS MORTAL PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, me' BRO.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog will discuss the FAWCES that humanity calls “LUCK”, the study of it, or rather the LACK OF STUDY BY ANY SERIOUS SCIENTIFFIIC RESEARCHERS, and its MIND BENDING MOTHER FUCKING EFFECTS on the entire human race, from womb to cunt lapping tomb! IMHO this is perhaps the most ignored and under-valued item anywhere, and is talked about only in joke and jest, and those who seem to believe in its real and true powers over all of us, are called to this very day in this so-called enlightened technological age, “superstitious” folks from the dark aged past, roaming the Earth with the now extinct dinosaurs. Shall we mother fucking turd swallowing begin, and in connection to all of this, a lot of damn ass other bullshit is all tied into much of this, and so you may have to bare with me as I tell some brand new shit for the very first time, me' wonderful BLOGAUDIAN FOLKS OUT HERE, as well as ENEMY M2F AGENTS all over this Earth-Planet (EP)! So allow me to get a few things out of the way first and then I absolutely promise to dig right in and tell the entire story, yes, and as briefly and condensed as is humanly possible so nobody is forced to read all day long in order to get the message in full clarification, yo BRAHHH!

I was rudely awakened by those asshole door slammers next to me in unit #605, at around half past eight, but after getting up for the damn ass day, the slamming stopped (PTL) Praise The Lord!!! I speak of Tuesday morning, as it is now early on a Wednesday morning. I only got one unwanted telephone call yesterday as well, Sheriff sir. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTT; I GOT BRAND NEW COLONIES OF MONSTER ASS GIANT COCKROACHES AS A RESULT OF THE ENEMY ILLEGAL NABE-GUESTS, THAT FAT SLOB WHO LOVES TO SHUT THE DOOR OVER AND OVER, WITH THE STRENGTH OF SAMSON AND HERCULES COMBINED, leaving me to wonder how the door remains in one piece, PTL, Mister dirt bag phony Christian 'hurricane-talker', P.R. “All night long with CBN”, Ernie Merker? Wanna' fucking gimme' a cock sucking bweak here, lovely 1985 Margie Leo, yo????

Lieutenant Anita VanBuren says it beyond perfectly on that marvelous L&O television show, and I'll fucking quote this lovely doll, “PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”?

Now as we approach the great mighty awesome marvelous terrific and quite marvelous four year anniversary of what I call Walmart-Lightning day and the great day of the July 7, 2015 'ANSWERED-PRAYER' from my dodge-Neon Automobile; allow me to discus the great Kevin Costner 'other WH bodyguard non beach robbery MAGICAL CORNFIELD VOICE, yessir folks, the very same one that spoke to me inside of my brain as clear as day and said to me while I was still residing at Apartment #1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, New Jersey, back in the autumn time, in the year of 1982, “Just you wait until the fourth day of next June, just you wait, Mark”. Then it LAUGHED, and I am dead ass fucking serious folks, IT LAUGHED RIGHT INSIDE MY UNSLAMMED-DOORS-BRAIN, AND WITHOUT ANY SOUNDS OF SILENCE OR ANY GREAT NEW AGE ELECTRIC AUTOMOBILES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Dig that great ESS-EDUCATOR MAGICAL HYPERSPACE MARCUCCI, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!

Yes folks, THIS VERY SAME MAGICAL CORNFIELD COSTNER VOICE that spoke to me, and told me of my upcoming health-doom on the following June the fourth in 1983, spoke to me on the two mother fucking cunt chewing days in June of 2019, THIS VERY ASSHOLE YEAR, PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It told me that on Micky@Mars day and better known in MORIANITY as JULY 1, the day of the non-Jimmy Stone firing at Griffin Pipe God Steve Psyche Myrathus Murray, Sonny King Visitation Location, abbreviated for any potential future blogging reference, into SKVL, but yes folks and great BLOGAUDIANS out here around this Earth-Planet, BRO; it said to me back on the final two days of last month, June 2019, that my automobile will be damaged by the MILITUFORCE on the Mickey@Mars DAY, and folks, I swear to everything mother fucking holy and unholy in this entire goddessdamn metaverse/multiverse system beneath the sixth dimensional MIND-REALM or as the mighty ECKANKAR RELIGION calls it, the MENTAL PLANE, that I speak the words here of only truth, and I will gladly swear this before GODDESS SSJKK as well as this mighty and once great long before DJT land of ours, the now DPA/once the great USA, and yes, as the VOICE FUCKING TOLD ME IT WOULD HAPPEN, it mother fucking indeed DID HAPPEN, or as our wonderful BIBLES would put it much more eloquently I am quite sure, “This was done to me to fulfill the prophecy” given to me. Yes great Doris Day Samsung, the future is not some mystical entity out there somewhere, BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT folks, “IT IS CREATED”, and all you have to do to see that truth, is open up your mother fucking wonderful BIBLES, and read all of this for yourselves, because it is all in there, IPYT (I PROMISE YOU THAT)!

So before tackling the luck crap topic on this whittle fucking pathetic bwog, Mister Elmer Fwudd sir; allow and permit me pweeeeeeze Unk-Snoots, from 'Babyblond', New York, LI, to get into some power house shit, that is all completely connected up in and throughout this entire mother fucking ugly monstrous inconceivable messy un-flushed toilet from mega steroidal Dogtown, cubed, Cuban, and then re-squared; Bear-Hugged Obama, from that awesome day here in goodol' Fort Pierce, Florida, DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW do I miss you, wonderful ex-President Barack Obama, oh great marvelous sir!!!!!!!!!

Just what if an intelligence that exists every bit as much fifth dimensionally as the electron does, is indeed monitoring the carbon life forms called 'humanity residing on the Earth-Planet', and then rates us on a scale just as capitalists on WALL STREET rate all of us on a Capitalism scale called PNW (Personal Net Worth), ONLY THIS SCALE has absolutely mother fucking nothing whatsoever to do with MONEY, but rather, a person's HEV (Hyperspace Equation Value); so allow and permit me to further illustrate and explain this somewhat better here, Uncle Snooty Heinz Gottwald Philly-57 Hickey-Sticks, of both great and rotten vocalists that seemingly has started this horrendous mother fucking mess back in the summer time in that nightmare year of monster-ass 1986, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! What if it works like Clarence the Angel on that wonderful movie of Frank Capra's, called “It's A Wonderful Life”, you know, where the angel allows Jimmy Stuart the actor who portrays the part of a struggling man in an average American town, who through absolutely no fault of his own, suddenly finds himself in a very major financial scrape, and his arch enemy Potter Barrymore makes his famous L&O-SVU non-'Emma Comment' that was used on me by my ex-pal Mister Jim T. Burr of Gloucester City, “You're a frustrated young man, and you'll someday be a frustrated old man”, speak of not only the mother fucking devil here, and in the details too as is aid, BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, having nothing to do with 1983 and what I will do when my mother croaks; but STILL, Lenny Briscoe sir; and back on total pernt Mister Archie Bunker of Queens, New York, yo, yo, Mary Stuart 22^nd granny, HA HA, and lovely Alligator Haters Anonymous too, the angel Clarence who was sent to the Earth-Planet by one of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle's subordinate Arch Angels, in order to help poor Jimmy Stuart avoid the immortal sin, and extremely negative pathway, of committing murder on himself, (suicide) if you will. So he was sent to a very localized parallel universe in the virtually unlimited fifth dimensional hyperspace, and into a world where various things that happened somewhat differently, all led up to his birth never taking place, and so without his being born into this particular dimension, many things would be different from what he was used to seeing around him, such as the town being named Pottersville instead of Bedford Falls, and numerous other items also. Now I know for a fact that this is the reality that lays behind the great invisible OZ-CURTAIN, and somehow a few people do seem to have tiny whittle pieces of these truths revealed to them, in fact, mostly peeps in the mighty ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, such as the maker of that great fantastic movie. This is also why I totally believe that many peeps in this bizz, are indeed, perhaps not in any organized human plane way, or maybe it is to some degree, but a definite part of the Exploratronic Supermind Society. Otherwise how could peeps like Mister Gene Roddenberry know about my children scattered all over the place, and how they as well as Diana, can choke you when they feel the need to discipline you, and so forth, and countless other things that these peeps just could not possibly know about unless they are in some way, consciously or unconsciously, but a part of this incredible mighty ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the Roddenberry example, I speak of the great original STAR TREK nineteen-sixties episode, where one of their shuttle crafts lands on an asteroid somewhere, and meets the inventor of the warp drive, mister Zephran Cochran. With him, is one of my children, or maybe another coil, who can know, but my pernt sir Archie Queens Bunker is THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Mizz lovely gorgeous 1983 AMC-ERICA KANE! How the holy hell smell did HE KNOW ABOUT THIS COIL, and especially, THE CHOKING, and way back in the late sixties, long before 1983 when I was choked by DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!! The great US © Office knows just how much that got my attentyion, after 1983 and after my choking condition al went down, and they know it for the very great reason that I copyrighted a song that told about this the following year, and mentioned the name of that great late sir, Mister Gene Roddenberry!

My pernt is not about Mister Roddenberry however, or Diana, or choking, or being disciplined. IT IS ABOUT HYPERSPACE-EQUATION, and the very distinct possibility that just maybe these fifth dimensional entities somewhere that do cross over into our human plane of existence from time to time based on mortal time illusion and our perceptions through a physical brain-mind system, and that these entities indeed are rating all of us on a completely different scale system, one that measures how much effect our lives in single dimensional physical material universes, effect other localized parallels. This ultimate scale could very easily hope to explain something that has plagued and bothered me for four to five fucking cunt decades now, and that is, just why am I so important, and just why am I being so violently fucking targeted for some reason, and what is this really and truly all about. Who else could pull off this endless magical hellishness against me, unless they exist on some mind bending mother fucking fifth dimensional level, as does the very ELECTRON HERSELF, yo yo yo yo yo yo?????? I feel so fucking sorry for this world of ignorant blind pathetic fools, happy and blissful and non Huntington-Cursed as they indeed may be! They all totally think of the Mountainpen as some sick insane delusional and quintessential whack-job, from ultimate grand' CRAZY-TOWN, and never believing or entertaining even the mother fucking remotest possibility that I may be absolutely correct in all the theories and ideas presented on these BLOGS called MORIANITY, for nearly a decade and a half, since January of 2006. Just write me off as the next crazy headed for endless commitment in the local psych-ward. Yessir Sheriff, I know differently, and for that matter kind sir, SO DOES THE MIGHTY EVIL MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE (M2F)!!!!!!!! Before moving this still further along, the FAWCES somehow got me a few pages fucking back, to move my left hand nearby the monitor screen where my little sticky page blocks the page number while blogging so that I do not fucking have to look at Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Jane notfondaU Onebit, and so I GOT TOTALLY FUCKING CUNT SCREWED, AND NOW FOLKS, allow and permit me to quickly print my compensation rows of the great number 4, yo yo yo yo yo!!!

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So back again to me' ol' fucking pernt, and the fawces and luck, and all of this, including BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT, not limited to this list by any fucking diseased cunt lapping stretch of anyone's imagination, not even the wonderful marvelous Count Von Marcucci's!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey to boot, yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes peeps out here, without trying to brag in any way yo, I totally absolutely know without a doubt, that if this is all correct, and indeed we are being rated in this hyperspace value system, totally explaining why 'they' the M2F, are all so goddessdamn fascinated by me and my nightmare life, right down to and including August 15, 1986, and the hyperspace deal that sent me into this NIGHTMARE BURNING HELL TO START WITH, MISTER GREAT WONDERFUL JAMES EARL CARTER AND “I KNOWWWWWWWW”, my rating on their scale would place me in a similar to a capitalism rating in money, to a hyperspace-value double digit billionaire!!!!

This indeed may explain many wild fucking truths, that I have been searching and seeking after, for about a quarter of a cunt lapping century now; while pitiful me is simultaneously BURNING IN THE FIRES OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the mighty timeless PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully believe that I would be on a TOP-20-LIST on this fantastic unfathomable VALUE-SYSTEM, me' kind folks, me' unkind folks, and me' BLOGAUDIANS in general, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW!

Yessir Sheriff Mascara, this may just be the great MARCUCCI WISDOM WORDS that I've been seeking and searching for all these goddessdamn decades, yo. Imagine THAT, yo and WO! Still, LB sir, we are far from done and completed here, me' peeps, IPYT, BRO!!! I totally fully promise you all that one right here, and right now; oh lovely Anita VanBuren mahm, from 'L&O'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this system of value measurement is used by these GASME GAME PLAYING ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, as I now believe is true after much soul searching, heavy meditation, and wisdom seeking; and I am one of the top twenty ranked peeps here in this one particular universe parallel, this would utterly and totally fascinate a bunch of fucking entities that are doing all possible things to DISTRACT THEM FROM THE EVER PRESENT HELLISHNESS OF BEING AWARE OF HORRENDOUS ENDLESSNESS. I know that mortals reading words like this refuse to believe me, and see things only in reverse, and think to themselves, you're a fucking nut Mister Asshole Mountainpen, and we are happy and want to exist endlessly, and this is only because you have no awareness to endlessness while you're here in present life-form living your mortal existence. I on the other hand, AM. I AM HERE, and I ain't no disco song that I wrote in 1988 called “Prophet Of Nothing” that had an entire McDonald's dancing one afternoon when I pulled up playing this in my car at a drive-through. I am also not someone who is just here with no memories of my biological jack-in to this game, ensign Wesley Star Trek Crusher, sir! I know what ENDLESSNESS is, and we find ourselves now right back into my old ESS-argument regarding the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BIZZ, as there is another fantastic television show, the OLD 'TWILIGHT ZONE', where a 'spirit guide' named 'PIP' escorts a city thug who got shot by the cops during a heist, and ends up in 'that other place' not SAHASRA DAL KANWAL (HEAVEN). When you watch it five times or so, maybe, just mother fucking maybe in lieu of knowing about this Morianity, and these blogs also; you will eventually come to realize some small part of my powerful truths concerning these incredible things. You see, in the GREAT CITY of SDK, SSJKK removes the AWARENESS OF ENDLESSNESS, leaving us all in unimaginable and inconceivable and unfathomable BLISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This wonderful GODDESS somehow in ways SHE refuses to reveal to me, takes this from us and somehow brings this into HER OWN SELF, allowing us to be unburdened with its awareness, as if it was the great SERVO-PRO or something, you know, like it never even happened, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask me how SHE does this, and don';t ask me how she can pick up an OCEAN LINER and fly it over the mighty KRASSLE-RIVER in her great awesome city, but I have been on this vessel while SHE has done this, and SHE knows that I fully remember that mind bending life altering memory here in this human world plane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you all that we will get back into all of this and in much greater detail, unless of course the powerful evil dirt bag MILITUFORCE backs off of me and leaves me alone, but alas, that 2020 census is coming, and then wonderful Oprah, WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!

I told how when I worked as a custodian (janitor), under Mister Bernard Derakowski, in 1982, at the great Ferry Avenue in Camden, New Jersey, DPAESMWG, Institute For Medical Research that later became the great Corriell Institute, and whether it is still under that name or is another name today, isn't information that is privy to me right now, but when I was doing this job, I told you all about how I heard two inebriated doctors one afternoon talking at a Christmas Party there. They told how transfusing whole blood of very young people that are still in their growth state, and NOT BLOOD PLASMA, BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT big ass or not big ass, but whole blood, will indeed reverse the cellular-biological clock in human beings. Now people in a modern day laboratory up in these times, nearly four decades later, called Ambrosia Labs, did some experimenting, and this made the ABC World News about a half year back give or take and the report said that blood plasma of younger people DOES NOT MAKE PEOPLE YOUNGER, NOR REVERSE THE MIGHTYEFFECTS OF THE ALZHEIMER DISEASE. Well, this was done by a research laboratory by the name of Ambrosia Labs. First off, I said WHOLE BLOOD, not blood plasma. I also said these transfusions had to be done at a precise regular interval, and be from donors who are still growing, so their growth cells can communicate with all of the cells in the bodies that are being transfused into. I also am still picking myself off of the floor from major raucous laughter. Old age takes decades to reach, and this study was what; days, weeks, maybe months, maybe even a year or two or so, maybe??????? Hey assholes; problems that take decades such as aging, also take decades to reverse. It may indeed take the average transfusion patient just as long to reverse their biological cellular structure, as it took to reach their present biological age, so if someone who is seventy wishes to be thirty, wake up, you may have to wait until you are chronologically age 110 years to become 30 again, like fucking cunt eating DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, great Hyundai car commercials of 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May I have another WOW-WOW-WOW, along with another mother fucking great old WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, pweeeeeeeze? TANKS----BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA!

Now I told the Sheriff that I would come back with my RR-results on my hypothetical roulette play, and no Microsoft SPELLCHECKER, not roulette Plageman's, although I was living at mighty Jenny's miserable Mullica Mobile Home Manor, in Mullica Township, back up there in Jersey,DPAESMWG, playing an awful mother fucking lot of this hypothetical roulette. And no, I did not speak to the sheriff personally, and I merely mean that I leave these messeages for him on my Morianity blogs as well as on my cellular system that is monitored by most LEO systems that are high up in the circles of shadow-governmental systems such as great alphabet soup secret black-file-agency systems, a few now recognized publicly after the end of the cold war in the nineties, CIA, OSS, DIA, NSA, and believe me when I say, this is only the new opened up group, as many new deeper blacker systems always then are merely forced to go underground. I leave phone messages on my own Comcast House-phone voice-mail system, using my whittle trustworthy government cellular phone called 'Assurance Wireless' services. BUTTERCHEESE, BIG ASS BUTT, Sir Frank Lombardo Mylyricsteartheheartoutofaguy, 'back to the days' of so many things, such as song lyrics that I wrote that were later changed in 1979 and used on my rewritten song called, “Long River Blues”, once called “Lovely giant Gloria”, written originally in the year 1974, while still in my last year of living at the Dellway Arms Apartments, in Oaklyn, NJDPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I believe it went, “Back to the days and the happy ways and the great times we did share. And back to the start when you stole my heart, and my soul became a flare”. Mister Lombardo used to say to me over at his mechanics bizz in northeast Philly, back in 1976, “Mark, you're song lyrics tear the heart out of a guy”. I learned to try not to make my lyrics so emotionally charged as the seventies became the great cheesy non BUTERCHEESE nineteen-eighties, however, yo!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Yessir, Sheriff, here is the RR info pertaining to my HRG (Hypothetical roulette Games), and definitely NAUT my GASME GODS GAMES from the beginning of me' ol' attempts to blog me' great awesome mother fucking MORIANITY, from the days of mighty Mizz Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, and my number 10 trailer there, so WOW, big-O!!!! I think that you might find these results somewhat, or as the now retired Federal Communications Commission Director, and old school chum of mine from the illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic HALL, Sir Microsoft-SPELLCHECKER; “VELY VELY VELY INTELESTING”! Good old Bob McDowell and his wonderful “Johnny Fucker Faster jokes in Mister Dan Mackey's great class there, yo. Like WEEEEEEEEE, and like WOW! So let us get down to cases here, Sheriff KJM me' kind sir! To refresh your memory from the first of two horrendous assaults on me that lasted for more than one day and night, the first one in middle June that caused my system to crash, is where we'll start. To my method of measuring what a crash is on a roulette system, it is when the past twenty games profit has been whittled away by fifty percent or more, and an absolute crash and burn is when the entire system brakes completely down and you lose your cock sucking shirt entirely. The mini-crash from the eighteenth day in June of 2019, caused my RR (Random Rows) to read as follows:

3-2-4-3. The major rub was my proving to the world that games are being played by ASTRAL-PLANE-GODS (COINS & COILS). By taking what my actual randomly picked selections on the six possible roulette outside bets, being either RED, BLACK, ODD, EVEN, 1-18, or 19-36, if the actual picks do not go off any normal curve of basic 50-50 chance outcome determination, then it is the system used that is directly fucked with, whenever I am having these days of total and absolute MILITUFORCE TORTURE, making all things surrounding my life's proximity, literally GO STRAIGHT TO DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And this was proving itself. Now I will say openly that although I came close to a total systems failure on the first day of July this year of 2019, with this system that I now call the “PROOF OF THE GODS GREAT GASME GAMES” SYSTEM, applied to the casino game known as ROULETTE; BUTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, it did not crash and I managed to win on a STAGED-4-BETTING ROW, and here are the results. This only proves that since this attack was only one day long and not a 'HUUUUUUUGE' BERNIE SANDERS TYPE OF STRING OF BOTBAR SUPER DOGTOWN DAYS, that it most likely takes a string of SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAYS, to cause a systems crash, no matter how putrid and awful any one particular day may in fact be, yo yo yo yo yo me' wonderful and awesome sheriff KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, the major fucking rub is not only totally understandable but it is predictable and is why the MILITUFORCE JUST NOW HACKED MY BLOG AND FUCKED UP MY PRINT AT 8:35 THIS MOUUUUURNING!!!!!!! I was starting to say that the row that crashed my system or mini-crashed it back on the 18^th fucking cunt day in June, 3-2-4-3, was a four or five day assault on me by this diseased and twisted sicko M2F. The assault on me back on Monday however, horrendous as it was, WAS STILL ONLY ONE DAY IN DURATION, and duration is as important in measuring negamagging effects, as is intensity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this big ass time yo. So Sheriff KJM kind sir, yo; here are the RR (random-row) outcomes for the proceeding times up through the second major off the scale illegal elder abuse assault on poor old pathetic little ass me!!!!

6-7-7-5

5-5-3-3

5-4-4-4

7-4-6-3

6-3-4-7

4-6-6-3

4-3-5-6

Now here is the actual 4-RR P&L (profit and loss) results of this entire game. A child can see how really bad death sieges, are intentionally caused and done to me for the simple reason as stated in my blogs for nearly a decade and a half now, USING PARALLEL EVENT INTENTIONALLY AGAINST ME TO WIPE OUT MY ONLY WAY OF GETTING MONEY VIA CASINO GAMING, SINCE MY HUNTINGTON CURSE WON'T ALLOW ANY OTHER METHOD TOOPERATE, AND THENALONG CAME THEIR MOITHER FUCKING NEGAMAGGING AND THEYKILLED THAT TOO!

So far there are 84 RR's, and thus there are 21 actual 4-RR boxes, and so I will now list the mother fucking P&L for each of these 21 boxes of four random rows (4-RR's). These 4-RR BOXES are shown below from 1-21, and are called RRB for RANDOM ROW BOXES.

This is based on a ten dollar base betting level where the four staged bets would be 10-20-40-80. Bets can progress as bankroll totals increase over time to be sure a player can always use HOUSE-MONEY to play, and using prior discussed additional systems of applied lucky to bankroll ratios, this allows a player to up and down his base betting level play, based on lucky as well as unlucky longer term streaks that indeed, all gamers will eventually realize that they're subject tom and should always therefore adjust their level of play accordingly. Also folks, in actual play, the vig effect will indeed bring approximately 70 percent of these profits back to the house, because 0-00 numbers will indeed come out, leaving the player with about 30% of these profits as shown below, but still, I am not using the house vig to prove luck, as I do not need to. Again, this is on the ten dollar base betting level or BBL. The figure on the far right is the total of all games on this $10 BBL.

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

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

WEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW, lovely BIG-O!!!!!!!

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(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA), HUH MISTER MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971, UP THERE IN EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA, AT THE CHURCH FARM NON DISCO QUEEN SCHOOL??????? How about those mother fucking berry fields of forest fire hanging in there lovely goddess PaulaKing2011Hammonton, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG now that we're on the mother fucking cunt lapping topic, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????????????????????????

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A couple days back Sheriff while walking into my local Publix Grocery Store at the Palm Plaza on Virginia Avenue and Federal Highway DP-1, AKA US-1, AHA; my mother fucking right shoe decided to break. I have duct tape holding the goddamn fucking heals on now, sir, ain't mother fucking life just so wonderful and awesome and totally grand, to quote my old late ex-pal, Mister David Charles Roth, yo??????????? WOW big-O! Your friend Mister Stern was looking for me or s it seems, but HALLS FAWCES stopped me from getting past all the great postcards and invitations, huh lovely lady??????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Now this didn't stop at my shoe, SHERIFF KJM, kind wonderful sir. Here is what else happened to me all during this horrendous and mother fucking totally monstrous 4-DAY DEATH ATTACK SIEGE, that's causing the DEATH ANGEL to buzz around me continually, DAY AND NIGHT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! These dirt balls across from me have been on a roll for the entire time of this death siege Sheriff, by the fucking way, doors slamming and all hours in and outs, drugs, drugs, drugs, this entire building is punch drunk fucking loaded with every illegal street drug and thug activity from here to here and back again to there, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This horrendous fucking death assault on me sir, CAUSED A REALLY DOOZIE WHOPPER OF A ROULETTE SYSTEM TO CRASH AND BURN THIS MORNING, JUST AS I KNEW IT WOULD, BECAUSE IT ABSOLUTELY HAD TO HAPPEN, AND I KNOW THINGS THAT OTHER MOTHER FUCKING PEOPLE ON THIS CUNT LAPPING EARTH-PLANET SIMPLY DON'T, because nobody HAS EVER STUDIED THE FAWCES AND WHAT MAKES WHAT WE ALL CALL LUCK TO TRULY EXIST ALL AROUND US. It is just as real and true now in the space age of computer technology and world wide internet and all of it, as it ever was back when great biblical prophets seemingly warned about getting into this, calling it similar names to witchcraft and the occult, forbidding people to pass through fire and do chants, just as the one that the lovely great wonderful and awesome Patty H taught me back in late 1973, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! You need to give little Merry a bigger sword, yo, that's totally unfair, 'Mizz-Maitee', so YARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks out here, and Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, this is without a goddessdamn doubt, THE WORST DEATH SIEGE IN FIVE MOTHER FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS POOR OLD ABUSED PATHETIC FRAIL WHITTLE MISTER CUNT EATING MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!! Obviously, SOMETHING HUGE IS UP SUCH AS THE REELECTION OF DIRT BAG DEMON TRUMP, AND I KNEW SHIT WAS GONNA' MOTHER FUCKING GET REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING HORRIBLE FOR ME, AND SURE AS SHIT EATING PUKE ON RHYE BREAD, HERE WE GO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would this bastard subskummite do if he did not have PARALLEL-EVENT to use against me, and torture me endlessly ever since 1984, JUST TO ENDLESSLY AND MAGICALLY MOTHER FUCKING GET HIS ETERNAL WAY HERE ON THIS DISEASED SIN-CURSED EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, stress sores or cankers in the mother fucking mouth, are a telltale absolute indicator that someone is being put through enormous mother fucking amounts of monstrous ILLEGAL STRESS VIA ENDLESS COVERT STEALTHY ATTACKS. Sure enough kind sir, I have a very major painful large canker on my lower lip between the middle and the right side of my goddessdamn twat chewing mouth. If you cannot get this shit that's being done to me lessened just a wee bit, you and the police department and any other watcher and helper, THEN I AM TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED as this mush ELDER ABUSE is going to mother fucking kill me sir, and this is intentional first degree premeditated murder on an ELDER CITIZEN OF THIS USA COUNTRY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! When shit is this off the wall and off the dials nightmarish horrific sir, all things good begin to fall away and all things bad begin to fall into my path, like a magical fucking orbit as if I am in deep space under the laws of basic attraction. These laws and forces or HALLS-FAWCES, are very real sir, and you can all laugh and scoff at me all that you wish to, but I KNOW I AM TELLING THE DAMN ASS TRUTH, AND SO DOES ALMIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, OR GOD, AS HUMANS SEEM TO PREFER SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example, the cloudy weather has totally ripped off my seeing the beautiful full moon this month, as every night that She is full, She is also totally fucking clouded over from my vantage pint here at this nightmare PHB in Fort Pierce, FLDPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also kind Sheriff sir, yo, last night while trying to go and look for Her and not finding Her due to the overcast fucking dogshit, my pants zipper got stuck and would not work. Later today while getting crushed in that mother fucking Roulette-Game, my pajama jumpsuit that I wear when not fully dressed to go out, that has two tie strings, for no reason at all, suddenly got mother fuckign stuck in the metal coiling of my paper notebook that I use while playing the hypothetical games. I had to cut it loose, and now the fucking goddessdamn pajama jumpsuit strings are all fucked up. My shoelace also broke. NOSIR SHERIFF MASCARA, SATAN hasn't MISSED A MOTHER FUCKING TRICK ON THIS DEATH 'MONSTER ASS' SIEGE, TO QUOTE MISTER FIREBUG CANNON FROM 2008, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, let me explain this, as I feel that you're an intelligent man who can grasp this simple yet oh so fucking totally powerful awesome truth here, sir! I am playing in groupation a series of nine roulette spins of the wheel, and I use ordinary playing cards to create the random number outcomes. Each day, I play a 36 non-green wheel-spin outcome, or I shuffle and pick a card at random for each spin. If I use 40 cards, I remove the royal cards leaving ace-1 through ten cards, and there are an equal amount of red and black, odd and even, and low and high, with low being cards ace through 5 and high being cards 6 through 10 that I am drawing. I am not concerning myself with the house-vig green cards, or I would add in the two joker cards to give a fairly accurately simulated percentage of a real roulette game with the green-vig. Now I am playing 36 spins or four groupings of nine each, on the Astral Plane, the coins and coils use the word of GROUPATION, so I tend to follow suit, all puns not intended there, but hey, what can I say here, Jayjay Evans? Now on the past thirteen days for an example, my selections on these rows of nine groupations will show as the number of wins in the group, where my preselected choices of either R-B-O-E-L-H outside bets, either come to agree or disagree with cosmos or the following shuffle and picked card in the deck, so that if I chose H (HIGH) and it came out the 3-card or under a 6, then I lose, but if it came out an 8-card or anything over a 5, I win. So the numbers that I will now post here, are the actual amounts of wins on these 9-GROUPATIONS. Anything 4 or less is a losing groupation, and anything 5 or more is a winning groupation. I will show the four win-lose outcomes now, followed by the number of the day wince I began, starting at day 1, so this will be in parenthesis. 3-4-4-7-(1), 4-6-4-3-(2), 6-2-6-6-(3), 5-5-4-5-(4), 5-5-5-4-(5), 4-4-6-4-(6), 6-5-2-8-(7), 3-6-3-7-(8), 5-4-4-4-(9), 6-4-4-5-(10), 4-5-4-3-(11), 5-4-4-4-(12), 5-6-3-5-(13).

Now it was on DAY-11 interestingly enough, SYMBOLIC DAY OF BOTBAR AND DOOM, that this 4-day DEATH ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN, Mizz Sabrina Collins, yo! TODAY, DAY-14, and the fourth day of this TOTAL FUCKING BOTBAR STRING OF MONSTER-ASS BAD DAYS, YO; I played TWICE, or 72 rather than 36 spins or draw of the cards. This was a wipe out and a systems crash and burn. Here are the two outcomes:

3-2-4-3-(14-A), 6-7-7-5-(14-B).

Now as you can see Sheriff, the crash and burn clobber was immediately followed by the cum-back-kid DIE-NO-MIGHT Jayjay, after a whopping random selection tiny number of only 12 from 3+2+4+3 on the (14-A). Then comes (14-B) with 6+7+7+5 which gives us a huge 25. BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT, SHERIFF KJM SIR; THE ACTUAL SYSTEM BEING USED WAS AS FOLLOWS, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was playing a base bet up to stage 4 system, so in other words sir if I lose more than four groupations, or any win-lose string that is greater than a four, is a CRASH AND BURN!!!! Using the 1-2-4-8 betting units, or in Atlantic City casinos, this would mostly come out to betting 10, 20, 40, 80 dollars each spin of the wheel, and averaged over time would come out, since many times a win might come on better win:lose ratios in a groupation (grouping, in other words if you had the number 3 come out twice, and then got the number 5, you would not win back all of the losses, and concentrically, if a 4 and a 4 came out, and then you had a 7 or 7 out of nine wins in the 3^rd betting group, you would make a great deal of profit, and it all averages out as all things in mathematics do over time. But the thing that crashes and burns this system is getting four straight losses, and so I am not really betting just four groups on a day where it stops in-between, so technically, I am just starting at the very first group and then betting a base bet amount, and if it wins, this step is repeated, but if it loses, I step up the the next stage, up to stage 4, so the initial bet is number one, and then there is stage-2, stage-3, and the final stage-4. Should stage-4 crap out, it is major. As you can see, with that horrible assault this morning, abnd four straight days of total fucking death hell against me; IT DID. I had that horrible (14-A) that wiped me out, and then as if throwing a lit candle with oozing fucking wax all over my wounds, in comes the next groupation and WOW THAT, it kicks ass, only it does it at BASE-BETTING-LEVEL, or $10, which doesn't come close to the wipe out fucking losses that I sustained in the past four groupation of (14-A). In fact, making it a quick and easy read, and remembering that anything more than number-4 in a groupation string = WIPE OUT, here are the strings of groupations, from start to end, just so you can see where I got cremated, and I will show it highlighted in RED PRINT for all to mother fucking see, yo yo yo yo yo!

4-2-3-2-1-1-1-2-1-1-1-4-2-1-2-2-2-1-4-3-2-3-4-1-2-5-1-1-1----------

BUTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTT FOLKS, the come back kid happens right away in the (14-B) groupation, and the averages of the WIN:LOSE RATIO don't change hardly at all, EVEN DURING THE MOST HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKIGN SIEGES OF DEATH SUCKING BOTBAR DAYS!!! Now do you see the power of this entire nightmare mess that this planet is in, and how at any time, should these rotten fucking HALLS-FAWCES ever decide to step up the game with a lot of peeps here on the EARTH-PLANET, how monstrous shit would become for all of us overnight??????????????? If you do not see it, well, then I am sorry that your intelligence quotient is just insufficient to do that, it cannot become my problem at that point, as LORDESS KNOWS, I have sure tried as hard as I can to make this world see this shit B4 it is all absolutely too mother fucking late, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I was finishing up that paragraph from DOGTOWN ITSELF, a small cockroach crawled onto my cum-puke-her work station, and HA HA HA HA HA, I managed to kill the fucking ugly little bastard thing, yo, so WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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 this FIRST DAY IN JULY, IN 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN FOR WHOEVER CAUSED MAJOR DAMAGE TO MY CAR, HACKED INTO MY COMCAST ACCOUNT AND FUCKED UP MY TV BOX, ASSAULTED ME WITH THE CHEMTRAIL SIEGE, AND DID UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES AGAINST ME ALL CUNT LAPPING DAY MOTHER FUCKING LONG. 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!!!!!!!!

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

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN UNFATHOMABLE THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK FROM THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE on this cunt lapping mother fucking diseased July 1, 2019!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONLY MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can explain why an innocent fucking person such as myself IS CHOSEN by these FAWCES, for absolutely no apparent reason, and made to suffer through an entire LIFETIME of endless horrendous dogshit on goddamn steroids!!!! A major mother fucking event happened to me today, MISSING TIME. This is a major part of the UFO phenomenon, as well as all of the studies into the supernatural, paranormal, occult (HIDDEN) topics of the EARTH-PLANET ever since humankind has managed to crawl out of the oceans!!!!!! Let us just take a few things, despite Almighty Knowitall Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG, Mizz Terry Scatterbrain Egghead, and examine them in light and in lieu of what I have said so far on this blog from total fucking cunt eating DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!! The very same FAWCES that got those RPL fucking OVERAGE FILE RECORD ALBUMS to end up at the end of October in the year 1980, in my living room apartment, at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG, ARE THE VERY EXACT SAME FAWCES, Mister Hall sir, that are causing my NABES FROM HELL to this very day and hour, forty years fucking cunt later up here in the future from back there, to persecute and harass me to death, as they did to me on this monstrous fucking horrible July 1, 2019 DAY FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!! Yes there was no missing time today, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT YO, there was shit so horrible that THIS WAS THE CUNT CHEWING ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST HORRENDOUS DAY IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what was done to me today, SHERIFF MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It was quiet until I drove over to mother fucking Vero Beach to my psych clinic to try getting to the bottom of why their billing department had charged me nearly two hundred dollars. I came out and was dive bombed by an extremely low flying private aerial craft, illegally. Later on after trying to locate the billing office that the lady at the clinic had sent me to, I took care of what I needed to do and hopefully resolved the shituation, and then drove back to Fort Pierce, first stopping at a local Subway Store for a Footlong Hoagie. After leaving the store and driving about one and a half fucking blocks down Orange Avenue towards home and just shy of the railroad crossing gates, POOF, the MILITUFORCE busted my sensor switch for about the fifth time or so now, out of nowhere, poof, on comes the CHECK-ENGINE light, the car lurched badly, and I had to forget about eating the hoagie, and drove over to my local fucking mechanic for repairs that cost me nearly $190.00. The broken TV cost me another $40.00 the other day, so this is now a total PROPERTY DAMAGE AMOUNT OF JUST UNDER $230.00, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, and remember kind sir, it was last mother fucking year right around this time when this same cunt huffing 'MILITUFORCE' fucking went on a twisted demonic role to fuck with my property and break shit and wreck my tires, and cost me several hundred bucks of damage exactly one year back in July of 2018. A fire alarm is going off and it is a little shy of a quarter past seven in the mother fucking demonic ass evening, sir!!!!!! You as a LEO know perfectly well about how criminals and all evil deed doers of which the MILITUFORCE is the king of the gang, work in predictable patterns, for reasons that may elude, but still, this is what they most definitely appear to do quite consistently. As I now speak/type at precisely twenty one and one half minutes past seven on this hellish first night in twat licking mother fucking July of 2019, the fire alarm has been deactivated by the Saint Lucie Counter local Ladder Fire Company. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and a resounding mother fucking WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody just major slammed their fucking door outside in my hallway sir, at 7:22:40 in the Post Meridian. I live totally surrounded by the epitome of swine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I began blogging, I was going to enjoy watching some television on my Comcast Cable System, and POW, the mother fucking diseased cockROACHES and cock licking non-Mike-Soft spellCHECKER MILITUFORCE, STRUCK ME WITH SOME KIND OF A TV-SCRAMBLE HACK, knocking out all of my non local low end numbered channels beginning right past the Channel-16-COURT-TV. The Comcast people reset the system and it works for now, but I don't think I will pay my bill right on the due date or a bit earlier as I had been doing, since they are allowing this evil demonic MILITUFORCE to use them to fucking screw with my services that I PAY MY MONEY ON TIME TO GET WITHOUT BEING FUCKING HACKED ALL THE TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

The MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME TODAY IS OFF ALL DIALS AND SCALES, SHERIFF SIR ME' BRO. Please know that I definitely will drive down tomorrow MOUUUUUUUURNING to your Midway Road Office to report this major mother fucking ELDER ABUSE here in your great wonderful awesome illustrious county of Saint Lucie, Florida, Divided Parties of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucking shit stops here and now, OR HELL-SE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of this shit is being done to me by the SATANIC DARK POWERS that Morianity calls the MILITUFORCE. When my late pal Mister D.C. Roth and I would get together back in Jersey, back in the eighties and nineties, we would actually be followed and persecuted by these aerial round large hovering wingless crafts. ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT BEGAN AFTER LIGHTNING AND I MADE CONTACT IN MY HUMAN MARK MOHR LIFETIME, AND THE MILITUFORCE DOES NOT LIKE ORDINARY HUMAN BEINGS TO BE IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH ASTRAL PLANE GODS/GODDESSES. So if this is all true, why then did they send me PATTY HHH? Maybe a tennis playing dude somewhere can give me the answer to that one, as I seriously doubt Sheriff sir that my miserable worthless daughter will ever offer me any tiny bit of Marcucci wisdom concerning any of these matters, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!

I will give you updated RR-OUTCOMES on my hypothetical Roulette play during this time of MONSTER-ASS NON-NICK SIEGE, with or without any additional 'O's or nickels!!!!!!!!!!!

YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, where's your buccaneers little boy? Are they under me' buckin' hat lady, or hidden somewhere underneath my seventeen thousand dollars and permission barriers, oh mighty U.S. © Office????????????????????????????

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Youtube is filled with CHEMTRAIL posts. Folks who think they actually have a small clue about what is happening are all out there with their wild videos and tales. I walked out of my building at a quarter past three or so this disafsternoon and headed to my local mechanic just down the street from where I live to pick up my car. The second I begin to walk and look up, in the middle of a totally blue sky, along comes a chemtrail coming right at me. This has gone on during times of major death siege ever since I made a phone call to the Mount Laurel, New Jersey Police from my guardhouse at the Gaither Avenue American Honda Plant in late 1987 early one morning, to report these weird lines in the sky off in the distance, heading south one after another out towards where I would come to live when my blogs would come into existence, Berryville, or Hammonton, the great Hanging in There with the forest fire that Paula King made sure I would hear and remember forever, on her WAYV-FM Atlantic City radio station right there where she sang her LOIS-FOCA SONG to me in that dream, before the Gawky Gaukauk dream, in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. The lady over at the Eckert Pharmacy knows the story only too well when I now say, folks yo, “Don't get me going”. This lady who knew me well told me that day in 2003 in July, “Don't worry Mark, I won't”. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

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I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

Comment on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?"

This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

END TRANSMISSION.

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