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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, QQ








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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

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SATURDAY MORNING

6 JULY, 2019

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Dear Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, DPAESMWG:



The past two weeks have been worse for me than anything in the past twenty years, and this is obviously why my MAGNESONIC acted up out west, big time, kind sir. It's just a logical assumption on my part, and I could be way off base. Unfortunately, I have no control over my super machine. It is like a kids toy broom, with its controls set on 'CLEAN', and as my old Atco, New Jersey 1983 song lyrics say it so eloquently sir, it does just that. What is being done to me is right out of the EIGHTIES AND NINETIES ALL OVER AGAIN. I am getting my apartment broken into while out on personal errands, I get nothing but endless continual utility assault and harassment, I get major health and body attacks on me, as the one the past few days now with sonic beams or whatever they use to death-kill my poor body and give me endless diareah. They do damage to my property and my automatic mobile machine (car). The list literally goes on and on and to call it the dirty laundry list of the pitiful Mountainpen, does not even do it one small bit of goddessdamn justice, my wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is a very small breakdown of very recent horrific assaults and TOTAL ELDER ABUSE on this pathetic frail senior goddessdamn citizen, my kind and great awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Twice now in a weeks time, my medications have been screwed with, by someone or something gaining access into my pathetic little snot eating public housing apartment here at 601 Avenue B, Suite #607, Fort Pierce, Florida, Divided Parties (formerly known as United States) of America, ESMWG in this localized and precise part of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. We can get back later on sir Microsoft Spellchecker, to the great wonders of the hypERCHRIST, YO!!!!!!!! This time, instead of taking my two mini-football shaped white tablet medications that appear very similar, and mixing it all together and placing it then back into both of those bottles, this time Sheriff Mascara kind sir, some diseased murdering scumbag ultra snot kissing subskummite MILITUFORCE jack off prick, opened up my pill-box, that I recently purchased over at my local Ohio Avenue Walgreen's Pharmacy store across from my great wonderful Toronto Dominion Bank, (TD), and they took a pill that I take for my water retention and related blood pressure issues, out of last Wednesday's day-box, and put it into last Saturday's day box. Sheriff sir, screwing with my meds is ATTEMPTED-MURDER, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you that I am very careful, and this in no way me screwing things up. I can tell you to the day, hour, and minute, precisely how old I am, the precise percentage to a fifth placed decimal, where we are in the current 2019 year, and please do not ask me who our lovely and wonderful Orange-Man Briggbase Astral Authority President is, because I am nauseous enough this morning, kind sir, and TANKS, and a very loud awesome sounding BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!











A couple of weeks ago, some prick eating diseased bastard, came into my apartment, and kicked my kitchen box fan real hard, breaking it. It was fine when I left, and POW, some total dirt bag shit eater criminal MILITUFORCE scuz-bag, came in here, and broke it; my kind wonderful Sheriff, sir!!!! But so much for property damage, as you know about the return trip from my Vero Beach Clinic back on Monday the first of MICKY@MARS day in JULY. This is when they broke my car before I arrived back home, right at our local railroad crossing gate area, just after I left the local Subway Store across from the Saint Lucie County Library. This is about the fifth time now that the MILITUFORCE has busted my sensor switch that pertains to some weird catalytic converter system that these stupid moron asshole Dodge Neon cars seem to have in their electrical goddessdamn systems. Tom over at the Asian Repair Shop across from my building had to replace it, and he told me that this time he has placed a factory switch into it and not those cheapo switches sold over at the 'Advance' or 'Napa' places. Now let us discuss some totally off the wall bizarre junk, Sheriff sir, moving off the topic of endless MILITUFORCE PROPERTY DAMAGE and total ELDER-ABUSE, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













I no longer take any anti-anxiety medications whatsoever, and plan to tell you some major stuff regarding my condition as well as what happened to me at approximately half past ten of the clock on the night of 4 June in the year of 1983, while I was residing at the rental home, with my mom, owned by a real estate investor by the name of Jerald Pliner, up in Jersey, at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, DPAESMWG; my kind awesome sir!!!!!!!! This is when I was originally placed on the medication called 'ATIVAN', a number of weeks later on by my local doctor, who I had gone to, ever since the age of nine or ten somewhere, Frank Addiego, on Park Avenue, in Westmont, NJDPAESMWG. For right now, just know that I am totally off of all of these meds, and GOOD RIDDENCE, KIND GREAT SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the only thing that stopped me from choking to death from some totally unknown medical situation that was done to me and against me, another and perhaps the very first time that I can legitimately claim under oath without fear of committing perjury, ATTEMPTED-MURDER, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I was switched way down in the dosage that I had been taking from the age of 28 and one half years of age in middle 1983, until the end of the year 2014, when I was turning into my sixties, which was 4-Mg per day, and reduced down to less than one per day; I would have died from chocking to death should I not have taken this incredible medicine that somehow stopped this monstrous horrendous choking. Before I was prescribed this, I was only able to lay on a couch and moan and grown, unable to eat or sleep hardly at all, as anything I ate would make it worse and choke me more and more, and it was ther most frightening thing that ever happened to me in the last 13,200 years, ever since I was in the great garden and had that conversation with Almighty Pink Goddess, Sarah Jehovah Krassle, when I asked her to please not end the world yet, because I had committed a murder on my innocent brother, Abel, out of extreme jealousy. Finally, I weened myself completely off even the greatly reduced dosage of this generic medication that I was taking for three and a half solid decades of time, since back late into my damn ass twenties, yo. It has taken a lifetime to get better from this unknown powerful condition that I was given when some HALLS FAWCES or the MILITUFORCE or 'whatever', as my old pal who later grew up and became the great Federal Congressman Rob Andrews, might put it, back late in his teens, or very early twenties, in the year of 1975. Now the main reason that I was determined to get off of this medication, was I knew that the damn MILITUFORCE was literally holding me hostage, and causing me endless shortages and major woes each time I would try and fill my prescriptions. The BIG-FARMA INDUSTRY is in bed with the rest of POWERFUL EVIL WALL STREET, and they all hate me, and they want to murder me, and torment and torture me, and they have done just that, for the past four solid mother fucking decades now, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But sir, here is the kicker that you cannot write off as me just being some whack job nutcase eternal psych ward dweller!!!!!!!!!!!! All the years since 2014 when I had been reduced from 4Mg daily down to one and then a year later, down to 20 one-milligram pills per 30 days, ranging me down from my original 120 monthly Mg to 20Mg monthly, I was suddenly harassed to death just trying to fill my legal and prescribed much tinier dosages and when it was not some 'claimed-excuse shortage', it was this new law and that new law, and pill-mill hater Pam Bondi this and that, and it never stopped, to the point that I was so miserable with this entire mother fucking hellishness sir, that I was determined not be THEIR MOTHER FUCKING HOSTAGE ANY LONGER, and forever get OFF THIS POISON, NO MATTER WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES, or just how rotten I had to physically feel, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, with the new laws in place since the 2015 and following years, I never was given any automatic refills, and the prescription had to be verified by the pharmacist calling the psych clinic and personally getting a legitimate verification. My mom was a lot like your wonderful mom Sheriff, you know, with those endless great cliches and sayings, as in the one you told about on the television a while back about things never being too good, and so if they appear to be, forget it! Well your mom was totally right, kind sir, but moving right along, my mom would tell me endlessly from the time she said it to me on her damn ass knee, “Mark remember this, you will always suffer and pay for the things that bad people do, because they know how to get away with a lot, and you being honest, will pay the price every time”. SHE, like your great mom, was absolutely correct; and we both know it, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, my brother in honor!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I'm fully aware that this nation and world for that matter, has a serious drug abuse problem, and yessir, I had to pay for it with all of this persecution when I just needed a medication that would relax the muscles and glands in my neck and throat to help not to fucking choke to death. It never ever made me high or hallucinate, or anything that could even remotely be connected with the abuse of drugs. That was never my thing, not even back in the sixties when just about everybody was screwing around with all sorts of wild hallucinogenic drugs, such as the 25-Hawk (LSD) and Sir I never had to do any of this, because just as I was getting to the age of experimentation, my mom's great awesome office coworker Patty, had put me onto shit that could take me higher than the highest peak of the metaverse, and we both know who Patty is sir, and so does the whole damn world, and get all of the media teasing, nothing ever gets past me, and yessir, we are speaking of the great mysterious FASCITAR, and Patty HHH gave me this in a very secret way, so that the world never can know the details of just who she really is, and what she really did to me, and YYYYYYYY, me' kind sir. YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











As for my LUCK-TESTING and all of my scientific research data and private amateur laboratory results, kind sir; well, here is a little bit more for you to know and gnaw on for a while. I bet you'll find it quite intelesting, vely vely vely, to quote the mighty now retired FCC-Chairman/Director, and my great Cooley HHH Hallucinate HALL school chum from the great days of somewhat 'embarrassing' special-ED!!!!!!!!!! I know peeps hate me telling secrets. I cannot help it sir, if I knew lots of really wild peeps who made it big in this world, for some unknown very weird reason that eludes even the mighty Mountainpen!!!!!!!! All I can do is pretend this is the World War ll era, and that I am the Ambassador of Japan, so here goes, Sheriff sir, “SO SAHWEE”. Yes, and WOW, talk about a loud ass B---O---O---M!!!!!! My sound effects from my musical Atco project, or one of them, MADE THE POINT HERE, KIND WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it all before and most likely will be endlessly fucking reiterating this over and over again, but I am not the damn ass aggressor here. I did not start this damn ass war. Maggie is not doing anything, any more than god or even the devil is taking souls to hell every day. Cops do not put us in jail, and judges do not make it official. WE, WE, WE, WE, YO, we are the ones who do ALL OF THESE THINGS TO OURSELVES. Okay, maybe the damn ass mother fucking Christians are right, and maybe all this occult shit did cause these problems, but they are so ignorant to the truth. This is not some mysterious spirit world, it all can be rationally explained, and in fact, the mighty Einstein was given the entire message by the gods of the Astral-Plane, and all anyone ever did was to focus and concentrate on the one half of that great awesome formula, never ever thinking to see how the inverse tells the truth about everything, that indeed, mass is nothing more than energy divided by the speed of light squared, the inverted formula we all know so well, E=MC-SQ. As I type this out Sheriff, my dirtbag enemy nabes over at unit #605, are hammering and banging super loudly on my damn wall, at precisely, you guessed it, dirt bag Jane Fonda time, or ELEVEN ELEVEN, SO ALLOW ME TO RUN A LOT OF NICE FIVE NUMBERS TO COMPENSATE COSMICALLY FOR THIS FUCKING DISEASED ASSAULT ON ME, AND ELDER ABUSE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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Oh yes, just substitute in physical world in place of the word 'MASS'(M), and spiritual world in place of the word 'ENERGY'(E). This great fantastic fucking dude up there at Princeton U was given, directly by the gods right into his mind with those image boxed he would see in his mind, the real full truth to it all, AND EVEN HE refused to see the POWERFUL FUCKING INVERTED FORMULA, and just what incredible shit that it meant, and now the rest of dumbed down humanity just endlessly continues to follow suit. Oh well, shall we move on now and further discuss the measuring of 'LUCK' and my hypothetical 'roulette' games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Why wouldn't both INTENSITY as well as DURATION be equally connective co-factors in the measurement of any kind of LUCK-RELATED issue, or for that matter, ANYTHING AT ALL? No Almighty Mike Soft Spellchecker, 'NAUT' ALLigators, Mizz AT&T 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau Blake!!!!!!!!!!! My 'HRG' verifies and proves beyond a shadow of fucking doubt that indeed, intensity as well as duration are both equally important in the accurate measurement of LUCK or its directly related subroutine of NEGAMAGGING! The Negamagging effect of persecutors screwing with me and how it effects my ability to win on 50-50 games of chance (basic gambling), is totally germane to the issue of measuring this data, and why it has been used against me for four decades now, by this totally evil and diseased mother fucking MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so indeed, I+D=FNM. Intensity as well as duration does equal the FULL NEGAMAGGING EFFECT. Why not? Let us look at the concept of a large meteor falling into the orbit of this Earth-Planet for an example. This energy that would be measured at the strike point, or where this rock strikes the Earth; is both of these things. It is both the size and mass of the big hurling stone that will crash down on the point of impact, and it is also how hard or intense it is falling, or its speed at impact. So it is both how fast as well as how massive or large, and both of these things can indeed be placed into a basic mathematical formula that accurately determines the amount of energy at the point of impact. We can include into this and later on go onto elucidate in ways that maybe will seem foreign to many for a while, but later will start to make more sense as we all continue to cogitate on this. This being that if the past causes the future in all of the matter worlds where electrons and protons are charged in one direction that we call forward and normal polarity here, then does the future cause the past in all of the antimatter worlds where electrons and protons are charged in the opposite polarity from our frame of reference here in a matter-world? All of the system is indeed a giant circulation pump, and it all goes around. As all things go around, they eventually move up into a higher dimensional plane, and then referenced from below, things appear as a straight line. This also is why mathematical reality always has two other forces that cannot help endlessly operating throughout the system, and this put in very simple seventh grade language is the endless coming together or towards an averaged truth, while simultaneously endlessly attempting to break out into new territories that break away from the central point, convergence and divergence, or call it yin and yang or anything else you may wish. It is also why any great system, not just a roulette system, but anything whatsoever that has become systematized, is able to be measured after enough time, to sort of claim to be within a small parameter of truth. In a parallel universe that I have visited quite often, and talked to my younger daughter PEE, or Patty-Paula Junior, who was never miscarried, but who actually lives and exists physically, in this alternate reality; there is something called the 'closer-averages formula', where many people not even schooled in higher mathematical learning, do indeed use this in their daily lives, and APP'S exist over there to make it easy as 1-2-3 to just type a query, and receive the proper information on the phone-screen. If you'll allow and permit me to show you a little trick here, I will, Sheriff sir, and any other interested blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us take my HRG newest system that I have been using since this late SUPER-SPRING-DEATH-SIEGE all began this year! This is how it goes and I feel that maybe a lot of folks will see the power in this, and without me getting all specific and detailed beyond just a very basic introduction into this concept.











To get an idea of just where things might come close to ending up, in a system such as the one I have been using in my HRG (Hypothetical Roulette Gaming), we simply take the total games P&L $-SCORE, and divide by the amount of games so far in the total-games, so for example in GAME-1, where I got the +310, this score is also the CAF for the total games played so far, since only one game is the total. CAF stands for CLOSER AVERAGES FORMULA. If we look at the very first game outcome score of plus $310, we might conclude the mistaken impression of the system producing more than three hundred dollars per game of 4-RRB or four (4) Random-Row Boxes, a game of approximately 38 roulette spins based on the green vig or house cut or percentage caused by the 0-00 numbers on the wheel, as four 9-row boxes equals four times nine and this 36 means that in the long run, approximately two green numbers will also pop up which is the house-vig, totaling 38 numbers to a 4-RRB. This $310 is also based on the BASE-BETTING-LEVEL of $10. This could be $20, or $25, or $50, or even the maximum $100, but let us stay on the poor mans level of the $10 BBL. Gee, from the optimistic first game outcome, it appears to the mathematically ignorant amongst us that we will earn approximately 31 times the BBL per 4RRB. Don't even dream about it, and this is how in all of life, we can take this great formula out at least 25 times, and probably to get the best results, we can go out as far as 100 times, on this CAF or Closer Averages Formula. So far, I have 23 games to work with, a far cry from the full 100 to ensure a really great CAF score, but just look for yourself folks, and Sheriff KJM, and see how even only 23 games, shows us a much better view of what can be realistically expected. It is nowhere near 31 times the BBL folks,I can assure you. In fact, after we give back the house vig or about 70% of the original profit, due to the 0-00 numbers, it appears after 23 games and using this CAF or Closer-Averages formula, we are going to have an expected earnings potential of 1:1 of the BASE BETTING LEVEL (BBL), so on a $10 BBL where the four staged bets would be 10-20-40-80, the per 4RRB profit is about equal to the BBL of $10. The average amount of time that passes in a casino roulette game based on average crowd size, and speed of the game, is 30-40 minutes per 4-RRB. In other words, at best, an hour of play will allow the gamer two 4-RRB plays, so doubling the 1:1 earning since it is based on a half hour, produces an hourly average of the base betting level (BBL) of 200% or two times, so using the $10 BBL, the hourly earnings average potential at the casino would be approximately $20, after all of the vigs are subtracted. This is based on using the CAF for 23 games, and an even more accurate figure will come in after 100 total games are recorded. So the hourly earnings is about twice the BASE BETTING LEVEL, and so at the minimum or $10, that would be $20 per hour. Now some tables still allow a minimum bet of $5 and thus a player could play at the rate of 5-10-20-40, making about $10 per hour. Sounds skimpy, but at the green quarter 25 level, this would come to 50 bucks an hour, and at the maximum 100 level, it would be $200.00 per hour. A 20 hour week for a year, or a spare time income at the top level, would come to around 200 grand annually, not too cheesy and skimpy. This of course would be if the damn ass mafia didn't fucking kill you or your family first, I suppose, or just make things so miserable for you that you would want to run and hide somewhere on the goddessdamn moon. Anyway and in any event, here is how the CAF would show up on the chart so far for me, after my 23 total games: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Sheriff sir!



RRB1----$+310--------+310----310.00

RRB2----$-20--------+290----145.00

RRB3----$+70--------+360----120.00

RRB4----$+30--------+390----97.50

RRB5----$+20--------+410----82.00

RRB6----$+80--------+490----81.67

RRB7----$+130--------+620----88.57

RRB8----$+100--------+720----90.00

RRB9----$-60--------+660----73.33

RRB10----$+250--------+910----91.00

RRB11----$-60--------+850----77.27

RRB12----$-30--------+820----68.33

RRB13----$+100--------+930----70.77

RRB14----$-290--------+630----45.00 M.C.

RRB15----$+140--------+770----51.33

RRB16----$-70--------+700----43.75

RRB17----$-30--------+670----39.41

RRB18----$+70--------+740----41.11

RRB19----$+210--------+950----50.00

RRB20----$+50--------+1,000----50.00

RRB21----$-30--------+970----46.19

RRB22----$+90--------+1,060----48.18

RRB23----$+50--------+1,110----48.26










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You know, magnetic forces are what is truly behind natural luck, and then there is the unnatural luck that Morianity recognized and originally discovered through painstaking tedious and tenacious research, and eventually formulated into precise mathematical calculations, and has officially labeled and named “NEGAMAGGING”. This is absolutely mother fucking why there is a major difference in the long running play event, of playing any kind of a systematized game during periods of very heavy death siege on me, verses times when things are just not quite so bad. Dawn Marie King might say it like, “It is what it is, & it ain't what it ain't”, or did I just hear that on the fabulous WEATHER-CHANNEL several days back? Well in any event Sheriff KJM sir, she did say the first half of that wild and heavy hitting piece of philosophy. Yessir, magnetic FAWCES and all other HALLS-FAWCES from 1990 is a story all of its own, even bigger than the great day of Nicky C's hubcap smash on me' poor whittle Saturn car, YARRRRRRR, Patty! So where are me' buccaneers lovely Patty HHH? Are they really underneath me' buckin' hat, lovely lady. Well, last night I was in Atlantic City, in some parallel universe of course, as my physical body lay sleeping here in Fort Pierce, Florida! Call it dreaming if you insist, I know fucking better, so WOW big-O!!!!!! YES, WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great Paula King was having a Halloween Party outside of her radio station, WAYV, and it spilled out all along the great mighty and quite illustrious TENNESSEE AVENUE, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, DPA, FKA the great USA, or the great USABDT, with the 'B' standing for the word 'BEFORE', and you can guess the rest, or imagine it, Mister Marcucci Bathrooms to the great Law & Order Astral Plane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, nobody is ever ready to die or ready for someone that they love to die, but when the great and mighty fucking Mister Mortimer Mortino strikes, and passes by on either side of you, and then TAPS YOU ON THE SHOULDER, you will wither away like a lovely flower at sunset, and THAT'S THAT, Mister Esolph!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW-WOW-WOW, Oprah and Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous!!!!! But back now to the wild experience at PaulaKing2011Hammonton Patty-Paula's marvelous Atlantic City H-PARTY!!!!!! I was out on some large weather research vessel sponsored by the Greenpeace Organization. I am estimating that I was about 800 yards or so out in the lovely Atlantic Ocean. I was with some really weird folks who all knew Patty-Paula and wouldn't stop talking about her, and her great awesome fucking Halloween Party ashore, and the captain was looking through his binoculars at the festivities. I know what some are thinking, why not a wild dream, after-all for crissake it is exactly 50-YEARS to the day underneath Central Pier. Yeah Mizz Berlin, NJDPA Eckert, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING ME STARTED WITH THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, AND YOU TOO MICROSOFT ERICA KANE SPELLCHECKER AND CORPORATION, TANKS! Oh boy Ann King Silva, and AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters Anonymous, Alligator Haters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









The captain of that weird Greenpeace Boat suddenly began using a weird strobing light to send some kind of a signal to Paula and her friends ashore, and she was sending them back to him, and he told me that she told him to throw me overboard like Jonah, and let the whales get me, or mighty Katharine the Great Jewelly White Shark. Those were his precise words, and I shan't forget them for a very long time, any more than I'll forget that marvelous day tomorrow from 4-YEARS AGO, over at the great SAINT LUCIE WALMART STORE; oh me' wonderful Sheriff K. J. Mascara, kind sir. My lovely Lightning came to me, and we shared the most beautiful time together in the whole damn ass world, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! Nothing like today where again my mother fucking total ASSWIPE NABES FROM HELL ARE POURING ON THE IN AND OUT LOUD DOORS IN THE HALLWAY!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE and Madam Richard Karpf NSA PHONETAPPED MARY numbers from 1987. No-sir sheriff, I DON'T EVER FORGET HORRIBLE FUCKING SHIT THAT'S BEEN PERPETRATED ON AND AGAINST ME, SIR, ME' WONDERFUL BRO!!!!!!











WOW that captain told me he was not going to throw me overboard but that I needed to hang onto the damn railing real tight. Before I was able to blurt out the word “WHY”, he pointed at the wheel-man and suddenly, the vessel flew forward at what felt like close to mother fucking mach-1. Then the vessel began dong wild maneuvers and crazy 8's and all sorts of totally absurd and extremely dangerous moves and fast turns, and why the damn thing did not tip over and go flying into the air and send us all into the damn ass drink, only the great SSJKK LORDESS CAN KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY PEEKAY, so a great big shouted out YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR to you, Mizz lovely Fascitar Neoho 'Chantress'!!!!!! Should I re-post my 1969-1970 birth calendar right about now Shf. KJM, or just skip it, since we know the hellfire I am suffering through with the mighty WASHCLOTH HYPERSPACE THAT FAMILY FROM DOGTOWN, HUH RUSSEL THAXTON? Swords up, little Merry, and hey yo, give the girl a larger sword willya PHHH?????????????????????













Finally, after the crazy speed-steering first mate did his whackadoodle thing on this Greenpeace Vessel, UI found myself up in Brigantine, New Jersey and I managed to jump off the boat and swim into the beach. When I got up to the street or first block area where houses in town were situated, things had changed a lot from the last time I saw that area, and I remember thinking that same thing a couple years ago when viewing a show taped in that area on the HGTV Cable Channel, called, “Beachfront Bargain Huntington HUNT, Sir Spellchecker!!! Aniwho MCMCAAONMC, and wonderful SKJM, and I love those initials as if they can double bubble up to stand for Sarah Jehovah Krassle and Mark Mohr, like super WOW, big-O, but moving this right along here, nobody will believe what happened before I bolted up out of this wild dreaming experience on the very dot of 8:00 A.M. On this miserable mother fucking MOUUUUURNING! Paula suddenly materialized right in front of me and she handed me a very tiny miniaturized version of my 1991 invented INFINISPIN GENERATOR, (Tm) ® ©. I said to her something along the lines of why are you forever messing with me and just what do you want with me, and she pushed me down wit one powerful push, as she is a very powerful gigantic super lovely scary goddess, and she was still a teenager in this wild place. She then told me that I will come to learn a major new thing back in my awake-world, very shortly. Then before I bolted up awake and out of this experience, Mizz THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss Snakes Lucci, she began telling me that PEE has already contacted me in numerous ways and that I was too dumb to realize it. She went onto remind me just why the generator works the way it does, and told me that interdimensional space all works with combined forces and energies inside the subatomic world, that actually causes distance between points to both shorten as well as lengthen. When it shortens, humans call that the attraction magnetic force caused from a north and a south pole within a Gauss-Field. When it lengthens, humans call that the repulsion magnetic force caused from either two north poles or two south poles within a Gauss-Field. This, she told me, is also why my Distance4-Elimination invention from 1975 worked, as told before when I explained how a full scale model would operate, to that marvelous electronics genius from Philadelphia, Mister Benjamin Caplan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then, as I said, BOOM, I woke up. As I speak, GUESS WHO IS OUT THERE, RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW, LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS. Thank you lovely BABYBLOND for visiting me, so let me post this up to the BLOGGER.



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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!













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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.
































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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.











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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!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRAnsdimensional!

















AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNY!!!

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