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I
have a complicated system of scoring the
possible 28 units along this line, from most
green at far left, all the way to most
red at far right. It has to do with the total amount of
secrets that I let out during that week, as well as how I categorize
each of them, from one through five; with five being an absolute
RED-LINE-NO-NO-SECRETS-MAXIMUM,
to smallest secrets that would be just about
totally benign as far as the possibility of ever negatively
effecting anyone any where, or their reputations some day, when all
of this is globally known about and fully published, out to the four
far corners of this world. Here comes my trustworthy and quite
dependable (`~HACK); kind Sheriff Kenneth J.
Mascara, of Saint Lucie County,
Florida, USA, ESMWG!
Now
we will move on to discuss some real powerful stuff, not necessarily
anything that raises the great SECRET
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I
don't have to be the great and illustrious InterDigital
Corporation previously known as not SIR PRINCE, but the
IMMC (International Mobile Machines
Corporation of Philadelphia, in late 1982 near the 'FRANKLIN
INSTITUTE' go figure; to know that COSMIC CODES are about as
important a reality as we can have here in the waking world
EARTH-PLANET!
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The
great man of wisdom and perhaps one of the top dogs of any time in
hyperspace, in the mighty dirt bag EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S
EDUCATIONAL
DEPARTMENT,
MISTER
COUNT VON-MARCUCCI,
would say it best, “If
it ain't broke, don't fix it”,
or no, wait a minute yo, he said the same thing but used a different
groupation of wordage, did he not? He said, “LET
IT BE”.
So tell me then folks; is it MOST
DEFINITELY NAUT TIME NOW,
all great Leviathans out there somewhere; for me to better explain
how many cosmic dots of so much truly all fit together in this, to
quote OUR ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN LORDESS SSJKK, GREAT GASME GAME of
ultimate proportions, and especially HER FAVE one called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”? SOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur Crane of 1991 at
the mighty Thompson Consumer Electronics (TCE) jobsite, LET THE GASME
GAMES OF THE GODS and GODDESSES (ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS),
BEGIN!!
The
person that will be giving my car the hot-shot this week so that my
air conditioning system will blow cold air again for me while riding
along, has let me in on some vely vely vely non McDowell intelesting
things, or in more accurate truths I should NAUT have said,
(NON-MCDOWELL) as it is quite McDowell related, as the great
governmental agency known as the 'FCC' is indeed intertwined into
this quite powerfully may I say in all emphasis here, peeps? It
seems that Trump's
peeps
indeed use those credit card and debt collection agencies, and powers
in the fortune five-hundred business world;
to champion their cause, whenever necessary. In other words, THEY
DO THE BIDDING of these monster criminal peeps,
when they are given the hint nod hint nod wink-wink to do so, and in
return; things run better and smoother for them in many various ways,
the
ultimate quintessential businessman's quid-pro-quo.
They are still using these FINANCIAL-FAWCES,
whenever they are in the full blown mode of persecuting me, with
their ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
so that their EVBIL EMPIRE FORTUNE-500 SYSTEM will remain endlessly
maxed out the most positive nth degree. They will do this to me for
as long as I live and breathe, and without anyone to believe the
torment that I am endlessly in with these mother fucking bastard cock
sucking pricks, it won't ever ever ever stop or end for me until my
body is buried or burned. This person told me that any time now, I
can expect the financial harassment to start up again if it has been
three months or so of quiet-time, and now that things have become
this bad for me again and I seem to be in this major relentless
hellishness with these MILITUFORCE pricks again, right out of the
1987-1993 times, ALL OVER MOTHER FUCKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure enough at around six in the evening last night, their crooked
paid off main persecutor, that won't ever stop persecuting me, called
again, the
mighty collection agency called,
'PORTFOLIO
RECOVERY',
known in the business world and banking world, for most definitely
being quite
shady
and flirting with the very edge
of illegality
with those whom they deal with and persecute! Study the legal
definition of EXTORTION. Then see a very simple legal argument. If
you cannot legally bring action to make
me pay money
that they claim
that I owe to them
and I say I
do not,
then to continue
ENDLESSLY to harass and insist of this money,
is
nothing less than EXTORTION.
This will absolutely be my legal argument if and when any of these
harassers try and sue me in a court of law on DEBTS
THAT ARE NOW
TEN YEARS OLD,
and that they know perfectly totally well, they have zero
chance of collecting a dime
from me on these matters.
They took the chance of buying these debts, and receiving a certain
percentage of the dollar they invested, from the actual credit cards
that I held, when I lived up in Jersey; and I
never told them to buy those debts.
In any event, they
had their chance and legal window in time,
to make their
claims for remedy, called the statute of debt limitations,
and they failed
to do so.
Only JC PENNEY ever filed a lawsuit on me, in the summer time of
2011, on a debt last incurred at the end of 2009. In less than three
month, a
full ten years will have passed,
since I had any contractual debt made or purchased with anyone,
anywhere. As I said, if
this is not extortion, then what is, SHERIFF MASCARA sir????????????
I have absolutely no money at all to repay these things, and if they
think that they can get blood from a stone, then be my mother fucking
guest, is my quote here to them. But my point here, Archie Bunker, or
me' pernt kind friend, is thisssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!! According
to this dude who will be 'hot-shotting' my car this week; this
is absolutely TRUMP and his parallel-event criminal henchmen behind
all of these relentless assaults on me
that go on forever without let up or remedy. The dude even told me
that any time now, I can expect another call, and sure enough, I got
one early on Sunday evening. If I could get things like that at the
racetrack, I'd be a shit eating fucking cunt ass millionaire. He also
told me that the Dark Web is my
ultimate answer
for
getting some real meaningful help someday
for this MILITUFORCE
MAJOR PROBLEM I AM IN!
The gambling I did at the Atlantic
City casinos
as well as TRUMPS
CASINOS
was all part of this ICPE-APE-TECH
bullshit that I am suffering through to this very mother fucking day.
So the reason it is definitely MCDOWELL connected as I said, is
because the regular web and the dark web are still all part of a
communications system, and bob McDowell, my Cooley H.H. Hall school
chum from 1972 went onto become the Chairman of the FCC.
A
child can see that ever since this fucking cunt whistle blower shit
hit the mother fucking fan a short time ago, TRUMP HAS POURED ON THIS
PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMATRE ASSAULT to lessen his problems. This is an
invisible technology that is absolutely outlawed and forbidden for
human mortal usage by the ASTRAL GODS (COINS AND COILS OF PURGATORY),
but try telling ALMIGHTY DIRT BAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP that little bit
of Marcucci-wisdom!!!!
It
was not the mouse in the apartment that caused the beginning on my
MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT ON ME LAST WEEK, EITHER. I thought that the
mouse would fuck with the loose wire and cause the video cut out,but
it happened before all that other shit that I blogged about when this
all began for me, all that Comcast horse shit. It all began with
another nasty fucking video-cut-out AGAIN! Where are you Mizz late
sixties Sabrina Dark Shadows Collins, yo??????????????? Don't fuck my
face up, please lovely Mizz Hollister!
TANKS-BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, it seems
according to Sir Hot-Shot, that there is sort of like a 'code of
conduct' in the Dee-Webbers Club, (those in the dark-web). This code
is all about never sharing info from there with the out-clubbers or
the rest of all of us not in the club. Nothing new about that
concept, but allow me to further explain how this fits into shit
going on all around me right now. Just as I have named the NG-ADS
agent by that title, I will call this dude, “the other cold drink”,
and this fellow has a real good pal who doesn't care about the code
of honor or conduct in the Dee Webbers Club or just the 'DWC' for
short. After a quick run, he says that I am totally unknown there,
and that this is my problem indeed. To quote him, “This is where I
may need to go in order to make offers of exchange, where I can give
something of great value, my knowledge and info to those who would
appreciate getting it once they realize that I am to quote RT from
school and in closer to modern times, “most definitely for real”
and that my info would and could absolutely benefit many people in
all sorts of walks of life, financial, research, medical, scientific,
on and on I can go, as I know so much forbidden info that no
encyclopedia could ever fucking contain what is up in my head. I can
offer this exchange for some help against the MILITUFORCE powers
injuring and destroying my entire life for nearly a half century. The
main reason I am getting no help is two fold, he told me. He went
onto tell me that these two things are 'that I need to have some shit
authenticated and proven', an easy enough thing to do if anyone would
ever give me an honest chance to do it, and also, 'in an environment
where there is no fear of reprisal'. That would exist in the DARK-WEB
of course, axiomatically. Of course software for dark web usage ain't
one bit cheap. But, I am hoping to eventually be put in touch with
one of his contacts who as I said, ain't all that concerned with the
honor and codes of the club when it comes to outsiders, as in rare
cases, exceptions to all things need to be made, and we all know this
to be a true fucking fact.
Here
is a topic that can go on for longer than the fucking chosen people
wondered aimlessly through the great deserts, several thousand years
ago. The topic of measuring effects in real life of evil forces
perpetrating evil demonic shit against us, or ME for topic of this
blog. If it is not the neighbors, it is my health attacks, and if not
that, then it is in the air, or it is property damage, or it is
utility strikes on me, or this or that, butTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT,
but folks, it is always
a combined bunch of unrelenting hellishness of inconceivable
proportions against me,
and it goes on in a precisely fucking cunt measurable way, decade in
and decade out since August
the fifteenth,
in 1986.
Not the fifDEENth of SEPTEMBER, Mizz Doris Plum in 1979 either, and
no, I didn't forget you on that horrible anniversary mother fucking
day a couple of weeks back, sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
got out of your damn ass shithole,
and yessir, yes mahm, before you burned it down and almost committed
felony-murder as a result, you horrendous evil fucking monster
witch!!!!!!!! Still, peeps like you created the names of Landlord
Lightning and Jewish Lightning. Still, the mighty
and illustrious
Mister
Clarence Harris,
the Assistant to Congressman Rob Andrews in 1998,
told me a wild story about how he tried moving to escape problems he
was going through, and to quote him here, “It
was as if even though I managed to outrun one or more specific bad
problems I was having, brand new replacement
problems
would come right back at me, when I would move to another place;
equalizing the intensity of the misery, as
if it was some mysterious measuring cup”
and I'll never ever forget that statement that he made to me that day
in some little park with hoop courts in a wooded area nearby his
Sicklerville, NJ, home!!!! I also received
a powerful special message from
the Almighty,
back
in the summer time of the year of 1975,
telling me about
this very thing,
and the Assembly
of God Church,
and my then semi-pal Mister Jim T. Burr, both
told me this was absolutely a real message that I had been given by
Almighty Jehovah!!!!
I
did not need them to tell me that either,
folks!!!!
This
led me within about seven years, to create what I call, “LIFE
CHARTS”,
where indeed, I would accurately measure my days in mathematical
terms in numbers from one to five, on several parameters of things
pertaining to events of the days, and then with this little formula,
I was actually able to know in advance every single time I was about
to fall under another new and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
non Senator-Sanders MILITUFORCE
DEATH SIEGE,
as well as be able to chart numerous other things, so that I would be
able to measure a lot of other necessities. I
did this until the middle late summer time in the year of 1997.
At this time, things were so horrible, that I
actually quit making any more life charts.
If I had not stopped, I
WOULD HAVE LOST MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND,
between the unfathomable hellishness that surround me, as well as the
coexisting horrendous monster curse I was experiencing, of being
absolutely obsessed with trying to find the great mysterious teen
queen from my past in Atlantic City, SARAH!
But let us keep moving along here, peeps!!!!
Whoever
tried to DESTROY MY AUTOMOBILE BACK ON FRIDAY THE ELECTRICAL NUMBER
OF 9-27, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, used a BLACK COLORED VEHICLE, as
there was an old expression from my days as a young adult in the
early seventies, two of them actually, one was called a “fender
bender”
and another was called “trading
paint”,
both meaning, there
was car collision, that normally, did not totally wreck the involved
vehicles, other than for some cosmetic damage.
Someone
who intentionally TRADED PAINT with me on Friday, September 27, 2019
Sheriff sir; USED A BLACK PAINT COLORED VEHICLE.
Before I duct taped over the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
damaged area, I could plainly see that they used a BLACK
COLORED VEHICLE.
Now the joke to all of this is that if my second project had been
allowed to work and if that dirt bag Mister Lee last year hadn't
totally screwed me for absolutely no good reason at all; I
may know who did this to me,
either here at the PH-Parking
Lot,
or at the Publix
Parking Lot.
I will explain the details to these claims at a later time, and on
later blog works, and THAT,
I absolutely promise you all out here!
AND
NO; not @ Patty
Hollister's
parking lot!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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KENNETH
J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, OH GREAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME KIND
SIR, I AM UNDER THE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST
ASSAULT EVER, SINCE MY ENTIRE
TIME I HAVE LIVED NOW IN YOUR WONDERFUL MARVELOUS GREAT FLORIDIAN
COUNTY, IN THIS TERIFFIC AND STUPENDOUS UNITED
STATES EMPIRE OF WEALTHY AND ROYAL
KING-MAFIA INTIMIDATING BILLIONAIRES, WHO 'RULE AND REIGN' SUPREME,
OVER ALL OF THE REST OF US POOR, PITIFUL, AND PATHETIC NOBLE
AND SURF POPULATION, ALSO
KNOWN AS (AKA) THE “HAVE-NAUTS”, AT LEAST AS
PRONOUNCED BY THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS AT&T
MIZZ BLAKE OF THE 1983 ANNOYANCE CALLER BUREAU, UP THERE IN
SUPER LOVELY NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!! I
TEND TO GET CARRIED AWAY WITH MY SARCASTIC FACETIOUS BEHAVIOR WHEN I
AM STRUCK THIS HARD DAY AFTER DAY WITH A RELELNTLESS DEATH ASSAULT,
WITHOUT ANY REMEDY OR VINDICATION WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!
This
wild nightmare DEATH SIEGE ON MEGA STEROID
BUCKETS can only be described as the authorities
being unwilling and or unable to prevent what is and has been being
done to and against me, for forty to fifty mother fucking
years now. This of course gives those diseased bastards with
unlimited power, an ABSOLUTE LEGAL LICENSE
to pull off this shit against me, without fear of reprise or
punishment in even the least little fucking cunt eating
way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
Mascara sir, I will need to go off and reboot. These
diseased filthy fucking pukes just DISABLED
MY MIKE SOFT HELL WRECKER SPELLchecker
SYSTEM AGAIN.
BUT YOU AIN'T HEARD NUTTIN' FUCKING YET SIR, SO
DO NOT GO ANYWHERE PLEASE, OH GREAT SIR. THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU as
is sometimes said up at the Harlem Sugar Hill
Eats place, not that far from Bruce
Pennock's (LENNOX) Avenue. My old original blogs from the
first two years will explain why I say these things, and it all makes
absolute sense, and no part of any of this are the delusions or made
up fantasies of a crazy wild madman nutcase, despite WFMU's
wonderful awesome opinions and commentaries, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
AUTOMOBILE WAS TOTALLED TODAY. It happened either at
the PUBLIX parking lot at the Virginia Avenue Mall, or else it
happened here at the Public Housing Authority
parking lot. Some evil rotten bastard
plowed into the passenger side rear of my car at high speed for any
parking lot, as most people know that 10-15
is the normal limit in any mother fucking lot, and there's NO
WAY IN CUNT LAPPING DOGTOWN
AKA (HELL), that this HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
amount of damage that was done, could have been done by any
vehicle moving at that slow rate of speed, as the entire rear
area is caved in as if someone threw a fucking stick of dynamite at
it. The car was only here or at Publix, and several days ago when I
went to my trunk to retrieve a six pack of Mountain-Dew Soda, the
damage HAD NAUT AS OF YET
HAPPENED, KIND SIR! I
observed it around just shy of three yesterday afternoon, when I came
out of the Fort Pierce Virginia Mall PUBLIX Grocery Store, with
a cart full of groceries. After coming back home and unpacking
my stuff, I of course immediately DIALED
911. Two very nice police officers came out and we went
downstairs to the car and they witnessed the event. Later on after
this I had another errand that needed to be taken care of, picking up
some new eyeglasses from my recently visited optometrist's annual
exam. The dude fitting me for the glasses was able to see my car in
the parking lot right outside a window from his view, and told me
that this is close to one thousand dollars of damage, and he is
knowledgeable on body shop repair and has close friends in that bizz.
He said that State Farm
would most likely replace the entire
rear area, since it was a
hit and run, but since the
police refused to create that almighty 'non-dollar' Leon Mitryk
'paper-trail'
on the incident, because I was unable to say for sure which of the
two spots that the 'accident' occurred at, and I know that without
that report, no insurance company will pay for the repairs.
Fortunately for me, the officers allowed me to
get into the vehicle and test my rear lighting systems, to
see if they had been effected by the damage, such as the
rear turn signals, the three brake lights, and the regular tail-light
system. ALL IS “OKAY”, Mister
John King, to quote your fave word
from late August or early September of 1996 in Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The book value on a 2004 Dodge-Neon car that
is not in perfect shape, and that is filled with numerous scratches,
key assaults, and dings, by evil criminal-enemies and demons in human
form; is at most the same amount of money that this damage done to me
would cost me to have repaired, hence the auto world's used word,
“TOTALLED”. At
least totaled in my case doesn't mean COMPLETELY DESTROYED, since
neither the electrical system or the engine were effected by this
monstrous hellish assault on me, one tiny iota whittle bit; me' kind
wonderful awesome SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
quote the great Werther's Candies
in an antimatter parallel alternate world, this was most certainly
NAUT a little piece of bliss!!!!
Well,
I knew this was NAUT gonna' fucking be a
wonderful day, when I crawled out of bed around just a little
past eleven of the cunt lapping rotten ass diseased clock, back on
Friday MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
Allow me to further enlighten all of you as to why “I
am saying that”, and
without ANY FUCKING FIRES, THRILLS OR
JOYS, DISNEY COMPANIES, OR MICHAEL CRICHTON'S either, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was in a fairly distant parallel alternate reality while physically
asleep, or as the world would word it, while
I was 'dreaming', and I was in a car, and someone who I
don't know from here in this dimension, but who I did know well, or
at least my doppelganger (double-self)
knew well over there, and we ended up in Atlantic City; and then we
were driving south to a neighboring shore town called Margate,
New Jersey, only the entire real estate was major
different in that parallel world, and incredible
huge buildings were all over the place,
both in Atlantic City
as well as in Margate,
and everywhere. Time won't allow me to get a lot more specific
on the details of my nocturnal-experience, but later on sometime, I
will indeed tell a lot more about it, as many
things were way too important to just dismiss this. For now,
the connections to this bad day are first, the
car ride jumps out. Whenever
I am in a car, something happens
over here to me that has to do with also
being in my CAR, perhaps not a full one hundred percent,
but I swear it is a large amount close to that
full 100. This is all how the gods
taught prophets such as Biblical Joseph and Daniel,
and others, to in fact interpret the TOWEL-SEEPAGE
EFFECTS (TSE) of the 5-D-transdimensional
hyperspace. It is absolutely real, and not what the APA head
shrinker folks insist that it is, all just a bunch of delusions and
hooey to think this way. You can believe them
OR THE BIBLE, and that is of course your
choice, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer use the eye place I have been going to the last two
annual visits, as they are incompetent. Both times, the glasses are
completely fucked up and wrong. They were supposed to make me a pair
for close work and a pair for distance driving, and they fucked up
and made them both for close work. The diopter
power strength of them was also totally wrong, and I
cannot see worth a fucking shit close up, and am still using my old
pair for both close up and distance. Monday they will redo my two
pairs, using the same strength in my current
bifocal pair. I cannot get used to bifocal glasses. They
totally suck, and I much rather have the two separate pairs, and I
already paid them the additional fifty dollars, and the rest
was paid for by the annual eye allowance, through my
medical insurance plan with the wonderful Humana System. I am
supposed to contact them on Monday, and they will take the old
bifocal diopter powers and then they will create the two separate eye
glasses for me; and this is already paid for, but they insist that I
wait several days over the weekend, to see if the muscles in my eyes
adjust to them, and I already totally know
that they won't. But I do what I am told, even though this
is what they said last year, and I was too fucking stupid to insist
on getting this thing right, as after-all, I
am paying for this service. This is the endless story
of my life, not only far less money than average folks get
in life for me, but what little I do get, the
bang for my fucking cunt buck sucks and stinks and is far less
than the other people's bang on their mother fucking
dollars!!!!!!!!!!! And you're fucking
complaining on the Schuylkill Expressway, CUZZ DON??????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Between
shortly past seven, and up through at least half past eleven on
Friday fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
the noisy scum balls next door to me, in apartment unit number 605,
were slamming
doors and shouting
in the fucking hallway, another indicator of a very bad
fucking horrendous day to go through, AKA a
SUPER BOTBAR!!!!
Another
major fucking indicator that things are bad or also translatable to
“FAWCES ALL AROUND ME BEING ACTIVATED AT HIGH
INTENSITY”, are when I am hit while out, with what Morianity
refers to as a GIANT-GIRLS ATTACK
everywhere, and yessir, this began the second
that I mother fucking parked at the PUBLIX
GROCERY STORE yesterday afternoon and started walking into
the place. Really gigantic huge and tall
sluts were literally crawling around
and just came out of the woodwork. It may seem stupid and
benign to you, but “I KNOW WHAT I
KNOW”, and I know this is a very real and VERY
POWERFUL reality around me. I have two other topics that
need to be addressed here, and so let me do a quick opener that later
on can be followed up with a lot more elucidation and detail!!!!
Let's get started in finishing up this blog so I may get my sorry
puny pitiful whittle ass into bed, and fall prey to whatever the
almighty HALLS-FAWCES have
planned for me transdimensionally in the incredible and unfathomable
fifth dimensional hyperspace!
First
folks, I came out of the fucking shower back on Thursday night at
about ten minutes shy of seven, and wanted to watch something on my
TV, and decided to try one of the so-called fucking COMCAST features
of my SXFTY-1-service. According to them, I can push the little blue
mic-prompt on my Comcast-Remote, and say “Go back twenty” and
then the system will go back in the program being watched, twenty
minutes. Well if it works, IT SURE DOESN'T MOTHER FUCKING COCK
SUCKING WORK FOR POOR WHITTLE MARK W. MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON M. That,
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instead of doing this, it switched the program I was
viewing t channel 451 on the FXHD channel, a FOX CHANNEL, and I
rarely condescend to watching any FOX shit, since they are jerk off
TRUNP-LOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whether these FOX MILITUFORCE ENEMIES did
this to me, or whatever actually happened when I used this so-called
tech feature that my service is supposed to have with the mighty
illustrious Comcast Company, is not at issue, although I suspect fowl
play since it did indeed go to the FOX channel and then froze there
until nearly five the next morning when I heard that little voice
again inside of me instructing me to try putting my shit back
together to see if it would finally become unfrozen, and it did.
Still, it was my own fault for trusting the technological bullshit
and using that stupid ass voice feature on my X1-Remote. That wiped
out my entire TV night yesterday, and I missed the Sundance L&O
shows that were on. Then I blogged and I talked about the “cornfield
voice” such as the same one that told me many things through many
decades, and one being “HA HA, just wait until the fourth of next
June”! This of course was heard in my head in the autumn of 1982
and then the following year 1983, on that date, at precisely 10:30
P.M., I began to choke to death for absolutely no rational rhyme nor
reason, just as THE VOICE spoke that gloom and doom prophecy to me
two thirds of a year earlier from 1802 ROBIN HILL NON TOBYCOUCH
APARTMENTS in Voorhees, New Jersey! When I went to look at the TV
schedule on my Comcast system after waking up to these noisy
neighbors, I checked the Sundance Channel for the lineup that night
and instead of seeing the usual (LAW AND ORDER) being on back to back
until around midnight, it showed that dumb ass show that my dad loved
so fucking much, “MASH”, and that really pissed me off, but
STILL, Lenny Briscoe sir, YO, I've learned that I CANNOT ALWAYS TRUST
THAT STUPID ASS FUCKING GUIDE, any more than growing up in Oaklyn at
the Dellway Arms Apartments, I could trust the accuracy of that
stupid ass mother fucking “TV-GUIDE” in booklet form. Voile'
peeps, L&O was on as it normally is on Friday's, and Mash was
not. So at least I got to enjoy that, and then at midnight I switched
over the A&E Channel for the rerun of the 9:00 P.M. “LIVE PD”
show. That too is a very fantastic and entertaining show, and I am
very glad it is on the damn system. Great job guys, Abrams, Tom, and
Sticks, you go, you rock, I love you dudes, yo!!!!!!!!!
The
other thing I need to open up, is that it seems yes, that
the Atlantic city enemies retaliated with their FAMOUS
PROPERTY DAMAGE SHIT they have done now to me, as well as
to Patty & Merry as we all know,
huh lovely Mizz WOW SPOONDANCE,
mailboats and mailboxes all not withstanding here, but on
top of all of this, I have not forgotten the PARALLEL
EVENT that jerk off subskummite Donald John Trump has been using
against me TO GET HIS WAY ENDLESSLY, every time he gets into any
serious problems, woes, and troubles since he began doing this to me
in the middle nineteen-eighties, at his casinos, and
with my car that day that he first opened up his PLAZA CASINO,
and at his very first Atlantic City Casino, leading me to the
nightmares of Jerry Texaco of Berryville, Hammonton,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now a moron child in diapers knows that
recently, wonderful great HR Mizz Nancy Pelosi has started the
impeachment proceedings against this monster criminal in that fucked
up WHITE
HOUSE, and so BOOM; he
always hurts me and my property, using this
horrendous mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH,
and this has gone on for three and a half diseased fucking decades of
time now, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' OL' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mighty ADVANCE AUTO
place no longer does the car air conditioning hot shot work for you.
They still sell the bottle, but then the
customer, ME, needs to install it. It only takes five minutes
or so IF you know what you're doing, and HOW to do it; and I DO
NAUT,MIZZ BLAKE OF 1983!!!!!!!!!! So I then decided to do something
that I will not blog because the MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES might exact revenge, and hurt other innocent
people just as they wiped out my Miami pal's sensor switch in his old
clunker car back two months ago yo. But I will say this much however,
me' wonderful awesome BLOGAUDIANS and mostly AATS peeps naturally: I
found a dude who will do this for me for an extremely reasonable fee,
and will be doing this next week, since every year or two, I seem to
need a new shot of the cold gas if I wish to ride in a comfortable
cool car in this Florida fucking endless oven!!!! While speaking to
this person latre this afternoon, I learned something beyond powerful
about many people both here in this building, the local authorities,
the town of Fort Pierce, and much much more, and
saying one single word right now without better and or more adequate
mother fucking protection, would be absolute 'sianara' SUICIDE,
and no peeps, I do not know how to spell the word, and as usual, the
mighty fucking Microsoft Spellchecker system is totally impotent to
assist me with it. SO SAHWEE peeps across the great Pacific 'Ponds',
oh mighty QUEEN!
OUCH
me' head; me' ol' 22nd great-granny!
END
TRANSMISSION.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me ON
THIS HORRIFIC
26 AND 27 SEPTEMBER
OF
2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, WITH THIS MONSTROUS UTILITY AND ELECTRONIC ATTACK
ON ME, AS WELL AS WHOEVER
TOTALED MY AUTOMOBILE CAUSING
A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN DAMAGE,
on a crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE E2
5:12
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
27
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
Friday,
September 27, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 6:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q.
WXG1
WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
Of
Mountainpen)
The
mighty COMCAST
WAS NOT ABLE TO EFFECT REPAIRS to my TV-SYSTEM,
after that horrendous HACK
ASSAULT ON ME AT JUST SHY OF 7:00 LAST EVENING,
and then my call was dropped with them right before the Comcast Agent
was able to schedule me with a technician to come out to my apartment
to effect the repairs. Then, between
4:00 and half past four on this now FRIDAY MORNING,
I took the entire system apart
so
that I could drive up to the neighboring town to my north tomorrow,
Vero Beach, Florida, to swap out my defective remote control and
cable TV box with a new one.
Also
they charge a hundred bucks here in Florida,
FOR
ANY VISITATION TO A CUSTOMER RESIDENCE, WHICH I THINK IS COMPLETELY
WRONG
AND TOTALLY
UNFAIR,
but who gives a rats turd sniffing fart storm what I damn think for
crissake????????????? A little voice inside of the 'spirit-me' said
to me at four of the clock, now
that the entire mess is disassembled, I will bet you a Delaney Blood
Transfusion or a DBT for short, that if I were to reassemble it all,
IT WOULD WORK AGAIN,
and so just to appease the cornfield
voice inside my head,
Mister Costner and Mizz Madigan, I did it; and YES, it works now,
praise the LORD, or the FAWCES, or to quote the Congressman back when
he was a youth of about twenty years or so, “whatever”!!!!!!!!!!
That
saved me a long ass round trip road trip tomorrow of approximately
twenty-eight miles minimum, and more if I got lost attempting to
locate where their mother fucking Comcast office is up there at Vero
beach. It also saved me one hundred bucks,
and kept me from eating two fucking cans of Campbell's Chicken-noodle
Soup per day for the next goddessdamn ten days or so, yo!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AND Alligator Haters
Anonymous. So a big fat ass mother
fucking dick licking WEEEEEE can
go out to shoe-knocker-outer, Sir
Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, spoon dancing time,
lovely OPRAH, on or off of your lovely ranch, big lovely
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My kid thinks the sun and moon rises on a few
peeps, and you're most definitely one of them, mahm. Bruce Pennock
seemed to be another one, and there are a couple more as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO all Joann/a people out
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid ass fucking WONDOWS 7 is downloading
some cum-puke-her updates, and this is why my system is running a
little fucking 'hinky'. Ed Genius Himacane refused to believe that
multitasking on these cheapo systems will cause typing jobs to fuck
up and make a blogger appear to be stupid and unable to properly
construct logical rational sentencing formats. I assure you folks, I
know how to properly fucking communicate, both verbally as well as
with the written page. I may not be Mister Skill-Joe Wordsmith, but I
am no retarded fucking asshole fool either, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so
anytime any of you see my blog appearing all stupid like that, it is
because of these cock sucking unrelenting UPDATES and other horse
shit or it is the BLACK HAT HACKERS, and then if I miss a correction
and don't thoroughly re-read my texts, it appears all stupid some
times, and many times there are no wavy-red error-lines, as nothing
was misspelled, merely worded or phrased wrong due to these type of
multitasking errors. I am thinking only of what I wish to tell on my
blogs, and have no fucking time to waste on all that stupid
technological horseshit, not when MY
LIFE IS LITERALLY ON
THE MOTHER FUCKING LINE,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Why words like Fairview
in Jersey, or HINKY are not
Spellchecker-Recognized, is way
beyond my whittle fucking understanding, but as Ziggy
Malyeska said on his jetty at
the Saint James Avenue Beach area, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back
in the summer time in the year of 1969; “That's
the way it goes”!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
Oprah girl!
I'll
be at your office later today, Sheriff KJM!
Hey
peeps, it is the electrical number today,
and it is falling on a month that is perfectly divisible by the
electrical THREES as in 27/3 equals 9, the ninth month being of
course, good old mother fucking SEPTEMBER, yo!!!!!!
I
talked about the BUM CLASSIFICATION. Watch out once I am
dead and gone. I really pity those who are in 'unregistered contact',
huh Mizz J. Planecrash Ghostseer Hewett????? Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW,
there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the
Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident
to the human realm, and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as
all the Outer Limits shows were really
super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator
machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office
knows all too well about, from my 1988 music projects, where Diana
spoke to me. Only repressed memories, road trips to relative's homes,
and tape recorders, were more involved with the reality of the
situation; only I had not yet un-repressed my
memory, and was not destined to until living with the great
almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time
period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane,
the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or
20 years. The great television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this
somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with
Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and
the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase
people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about
'the breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the
VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll
freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone
one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother
fucking part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that
would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected,
and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
Miserable
fucking Jane Sleazeweedsdisease whore got me again;
great AATS peeps! I had to compensate
again with FIVE-ROWS, for her horrible mother fucking CLOCK ONE ZOOM
ASSAULT from that goddamn ass night in Atlanta, Georgia at her fave
baseball park in 1993. I will detest your guts forever!!!!!!!!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard
Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in
1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW
PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle,
leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing
Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K.
J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song
that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend
My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is
when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have
been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and
as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing,
suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set
and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of
these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten
year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a
bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been
''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter
and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming
rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal
hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!
Also
folks, there is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and
the movie,
“THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think.
But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this
thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of
reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare
time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and
sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME,
far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister
Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
|
|
Global Audience By Shade Ratio Of Popularity:
So
I'm not perfect, Bruce and Merry.
I
fucked up on the lunar phases. Sahwee!
END
TWANSMISSION SILWEE WABBIT!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE E2
5:12
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
27
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
Friday,
September 27, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 6:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q.
WXG1
WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
Of
Mountainpen)
The
mighty COMCAST
WAS NOT ABLE TO EFFECT REPAIRS to my TV-SYSTEM,
after that horrendous HACK
ASSAULT ON ME AT JUST SHY OF 7:00 LAST EVENING,
and then my call was dropped with them right before the Comcast Agent
was able to schedule me with a technician to come out to my apartment
to effect the repairs. Then, between
4:00 and half past four on this now FRIDAY MORNING,
I took the entire system apart
so
that I could drive up to the neighboring town to my north tomorrow,
Vero Beach, Florida, to swap out my defective remote control and
cable TV box with a new one.
Also
they charge a hundred bucks here in Florida,
FOR
ANY VISITATION TO A CUSTOMER RESIDENCE, WHICH I THINK IS COMPLETELY
WRONG
AND TOTALLY
UNFAIR,
but who gives a rats turd sniffing fart storm what I damn think for
crissake????????????? A little voice inside of the 'spirit-me' said
to me at four of the clock, now
that the entire mess is disassembled, I will bet you a Delaney Blood
Transfusion or a DBT for short, that if I were to reassemble it all,
IT WOULD WORK AGAIN,
and so just to appease the cornfield
voice inside my head,
Mister Costner and Mizz Madigan, I did it; and YES, it works now,
praise the LORD, or the FAWCES, or to quote the Congressman back when
he was a youth of about twenty years or so, “whatever”!!!!!!!!!!
That
saved me a long ass round trip road trip tomorrow of approximately
twenty-eight miles minimum, and more if I got lost attempting to
locate where their mother fucking Comcast office is up there at Vero
beach. It also saved me one hundred bucks,
and kept me from eating two fucking cans of Campbell's Chicken-noodle
Soup per day for the next goddessdamn ten days or so, yo!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AND Alligator Haters
Anonymous. So a big fat ass mother
fucking dick licking WEEEEEE can
go out to shoe-knocker-outer, Sir
Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, spoon dancing time,
lovely OPRAH, on or off of your lovely ranch, big lovely
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My kid thinks the sun and moon rises on a few
peeps, and you're most definitely one of them, mahm. Bruce Pennock
seemed to be another one, and there are a couple more as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO all Joann/a people out
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid ass fucking WONDOWS 7 is downloading
some cum-puke-her updates, and this is why my system is running a
little fucking 'hinky'. Ed Genius Himacane refused to believe that
multitasking on these cheapo systems will cause typing jobs to fuck
up and make a blogger appear to be stupid and unable to properly
construct logical rational sentencing formats. I assure you folks, I
know how to properly fucking communicate, both verbally as well as
with the written page. I may not be Mister Skill-Joe Wordsmith, but I
am no retarded fucking asshole fool either, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so
anytime any of you see my blog appearing all stupid like that, it is
because of these cock sucking unrelenting UPDATES and other horse
shit or it is the BLACK HAT HACKERS, and then if I miss a correction
and don't thoroughly re-read my texts, it appears all stupid some
times, and many times there are no wavy-red error-lines, as nothing
was misspelled, merely worded or phrased wrong due to these type of
multitasking errors. I am thinking only of what I wish to tell on my
blogs, and have no fucking time to waste on all that stupid
technological horseshit, not when MY
LIFE IS LITERALLY ON
THE MOTHER FUCKING LINE,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Why words like Fairview
in Jersey, or HINKY are not
Spellchecker-Recognized, is way
beyond my whittle fucking understanding, but as Ziggy
Malyeska said on his jetty at
the Saint James Avenue Beach area, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back
in the summer time in the year of 1969; “That's
the way it goes”!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
Oprah girl!
I'll
be at your office later today, Sheriff KJM!
Hey
peeps, it is the electrical number today,
and it is falling on a month that is perfectly divisible by the
electrical THREES as in 27/3 equals 9, the ninth month being of
course, good old mother fucking SEPTEMBER, yo!!!!!!
I
talked about the BUM CLASSIFICATION. Watch out once I am
dead and gone. I really pity those who are in 'unregistered contact',
huh Mizz J. Planecrash Ghostseer Hewett????? Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW,
there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the
Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident
to the human realm, and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as
all the Outer Limits shows were really
super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator
machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office
knows all too well about, from my 1988 music projects, where Diana
spoke to me. Only repressed memories, road trips to relative's homes,
and tape recorders, were more involved with the reality of the
situation; only I had not yet un-repressed my
memory, and was not destined to until living with the great
almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time
period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane,
the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or
20 years. The great television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this
somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with
Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and
the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase
people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about
'the breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the
VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll
freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone
one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother
fucking part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that
would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected,
and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
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Miserable
fucking Jane Sleazeweedsdisease whore got me again;
great AATS peeps! I had to compensate
again with FIVE-ROWS, for her horrible mother fucking CLOCK ONE ZOOM
ASSAULT from that goddamn ass night in Atlanta, Georgia at her fave
baseball park in 1993. I will detest your guts forever!!!!!!!!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard
Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in
1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW
PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle,
leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing
Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K.
J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song
that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend
My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is
when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have
been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and
as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing,
suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set
and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of
these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten
year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a
bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been
''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter
and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming
rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal
hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!
Also
folks, there is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and
the movie,
“THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think.
But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this
thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of
reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare
time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and
sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME,
far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister
Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
I'm not perfect, Bruce and Merry.
I
fucked up on the lunar phases. Sahwee!
END
TWANSMISSION SILWEE WABBIT!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT AGAIN SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR. IT BEGAN AT SHORTLY PAST ONE OF THE
CLOCK ON THIS COCK SUCKING TOTALLY DISEASED
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!
This
assault started
with my not being able to operate my video DVD machine's remote
control to go from TV to the DVD function, which I did following
nothing being worth watching on zillions of available channels. The
remote control system does not need new batteries, as I placed brand
new ones into my remote system, and it still was non operational for
about a fucking cunt minute, then suddenly, it worked again, with the
new as well as the old batteries. THIS WAS SOME KIND OF A REMOTE
INFRARED HACK
FROM BLACK
HAT
MILITUFORCE
COMPUTER
HACKERS.
Then after I began to blog, my computer would freeze up every time I
tried to fucking cunt SAVE
my document,
which I do every few sentences now, ever since the MILITUFORCE
proved to me that they can just invisibly shut down my entire
computer at will, and they used to do this often back in 2015
and into early 2016,
until I went off the grid for a quarter of a mother fucking decade. A
few fucking sentences back I also just
got HACKED AGAIN
with a 'SHORT-FREEZE-ATTACK-HACK',
Mizz Lattisaw; and when this happens, and I fail to vigorously check
and read every single word I type, this is when you see that shit on
my blogs that attempts to discredit me, when shit is all missing or
weird, and totally fucked the Christ up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
time I managed to repair it,
and I will try and check out my blog before posting this one, as THIS
IS A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING ASSAULT
AND HACK, AND MILITUFORCE
STRIKE ON ME
THIS MOUUUUUUURNING!!!!! Then tonight at just shy of seven, my
CABLE TV SERVICE WENT TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING NUTS,
and I was switched to a movie channel that I never watch, channel 451
if I am correct HDFX
as per the info image on the TV screen. I
HAVE BEEN FROZEN THERE SINCE A FEW MINUTES SHY OF SEVEN,
AND NOW IT IS ALMOST NINE. COMCAST
WAS NOT ABLE TO EFFECT REPAIRS,
and then my
call was dropped
right before
the Comcast Agent
who I had been speaking to, and was trying everything that she could
by remote control to repair it but was absolutely unsuccessful; was
able to schedule me with a technician to come out to my apartment to
effect the repairs.
No one called me back except for the survey, and I
told the COMCAST peeps just WHAT I THINK OF THEIR ROTTEN LOUSY
SERVICE that I pay over 160 bucks monthly for,
AND ALWEAYS PAY MY BILL IN A TIMELY MOTHER FUCKING
FASHION!!!!!!!!!!!! While I was on the phone with the survey
recording, the
call-waiting shit beeped in, and I was fucked with bu a MILITUFORCE
spoofer-call-annoyer,
that I ignored, and stayed on the call with the COMCAST survey. The
ID box said the caller was in IOWA,
and no Mister
Kevin Costner,
they certainly were on the opposite side of the ASTRAL PLANE TECK BAY
from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, over in DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing
happening in all of this has anything whatsoever to do with HEAVEN or
cornfields, YO
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow I will be at your MIDWAY
ROAD SHERIFF'S OFFICE
TO CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER HUUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME!!!!!!!!!!! It is now
fucking 8:52
and I AM BEING STRUCK SUPER HARD WITH A RIGHT
SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK.
He must have just left the local store with his lottery tickets from
lovely Monique, Patty, and wonderful talented
MERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
yes Sheriff sir, I KNEW THAT PAULA
KING
AND HER MILITUFAWCES
WOULD PUNISH ME FOR MY LAST BLOG, ABOUT 1980, THE LOIS FOCA SONG, AND
HER GREAT MOTHER FUCKING WAYV
RADIO STATION
IN ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL,
MILKY WAY GALAXY, (ACNJUSAESMWG)
before the town of Washington DC went nuttier than COMCAST CABLE
COMPANY, YO BRO! Where
are you when I need you, precious
Annacat,
at the great Coryell Medical Institute
of Fairview, New Jersey in 1982????????? Jesus fucking Christ
Almighty, imagine this, Spellchecker not recognizing the great TOWN
OF FAIRVIEW, NEW JERSEY. WOW MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING THAT,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me ON
THIS NIGHTMARE ON STEROIDS HORRIFIC
MONSTROUS HORRENDOUS 26
SEPTEMBER
OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, WITH THIS MONSTROUS
UTILITY
AND ELECTRONIC
ATTACK
ON ME, on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901,
G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2,
under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
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1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
THERE
ARE GOING TO BE SOME REAL SORRY MOTHER FUCKERS OUT HERE IN THE COMING
WEEKS FOR THIS HELLISH NOBN STOP DEATH SIEGE ON THIS PATHETIC ELDERLY
SENIOR MOTHER FUCKING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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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YO YO YO YO YO 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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THERE
ARE GOING TO BE SOME REAL SORRY MOTHER FUCKERS OUT HERE IN THE COMING
WEEKS FOR THIS HELLISH NOBN STOP DEATH SIEGE ON THIS PATHETIC ELDERLY
SENIOR MOTHER FUCKING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
John
King,
and his
daughter Paula King;
obviously
do not own the radio station WAYV as I once thought,
but I have indeed come to learn and fully appreciate as well as
understand on a mental level, that just as with the great MATRIX
MOVIES
some time ago, the reality and truths behind the very awesome
curtains of puppeteerism
as I'll now coin that phrase, and with or without any Gottwaldenism
permission,
and I'll coin that phrase as well. Yes, like it or mother fucking
cunt lapping NAUT,
MIZZ AT&T BLAKE;
things can be literally created and made by HALLS
FUCKING DIRTBAG FAWCES
and the MILITUFAWCES,
to set things up as though shit may as well be something even if in
fact they MAY NAUT BE that way at all.
This is very difficult to fucking describe here in words, as some
things indeed are in this life. Still, it is very real, and I have
most definitely seen and witnessed this truth around me upon numerous
occasions, and most of you have also witnessed this same thing in
your own lives, less frequently perhaps, but you have seen this
yourselves, and I know that this is indeed a very true fact, folks,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just what fucking cunt if indeed, there were no
wild rhymes nor reasons behind the hose deal with John King
in the late summer time of the year of 1996, and there was absolutely
nothing to it at all? What
if every single thing in and by itself is benign and meaningless,
that is of course, unless
and until, it is all combined together,
and then to
achieve some
Satanic evil horrendous and monstrous
objective
and goal such as to
endlessly wipe out and CRUSH
POOR LITTLE NOBODY MISTER
MOUNTAINPEN???????????
Take something that most of us remember from seventh or eighth or
ninth grade chemistry class back in high school for a great example
that brings my point to life in living peacock National Broadcasting
Company color, Mister Mike Crichton, yo! By themselves, I can show
you a dozen different CHEMICALS that should their chemistry be
combined, would be ABSOLUTELY DEADLY LETHAL!!!!!! On top of this,
there is the added and ever present truths regarding TSE of
interdimensional connectiveness and cohesiveness. Things do connect,
and things do effect things beyond our own limited four dimensional
space-time lives. When
we wake up on the wrong
mother fucking side
of the bed,
as it has been called for a hundred years or more now; it is because
whether we remember or not consciously, we came out of an extremely
unpleasant dreaming experience or NIGHTMARE. There have been major
towel-seepage-effects all around us that could theoretically lead us
all right into World War lll, literally. It would not take all that
much. Someone waking up on that wrong bed side can easily be pushed
off the deep end at their job should they already hate their boss or
their job, and then the experience acts as a trigger or catalysis to
push them over the following day at work should the boss happen to
come over and give you just a tiny bit more dogshit to deal with.
Kapow, kaboom; you reacted not only to the boss calling you a lazy
damn slob and threatening to pink slip you, but also to
that
PLUS
what
happened in your transdimensional experience or nightmare
while your body laid sleeping so peacefully and innocently in your
cock sucking nice whittle cozy ass bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is truth,
and if
you don't think that ultra
high super POWERFUL
PEEPS
AS WELL AS THE
FAWCES
KNOW ABOUT THESE MOTRHER FUCKINBG POWERHOUSE TRUTHS,
YOU
ARE
VELY VELY VELY FUCKING SADLY
MISTAKEN AND TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY MISINFORMED;
AND I AM HERE TONIGHT TO DISCUSS THIS, AND OTHER
SIMILAR FUCKING SHIT,
AS MY REVENGE
FOR THIS HORRENDOUS NIGHTMARE UTILITY ASSAULT AGAINST ME
NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me begin by telling you that I posted that basic info-page about
WAYV,
and how this original
old radio station
became what it became as the years and decades changed. I showed how
a major
turning point occurred in the year of 1980,
and right around the other deal where all this other MUSICALLY
RELATED SHIT WAS ALL HAPPENING AROUND ME AND TO ME.
For example, this is all when I had moved the first time into that
apartment at Robin
Hill, Number 1802,
when I was working
at the RPL RECORDING LABS SOUND STUDIO,
when I
had that wild dreaming experience with the giant beautiful long brown
haired girl singing to me outside of the Frailenger's Taffy Store
on Tennessee Avenue, and on and on and on. I cannot prove Paula King
is the Paula I heard that night at my fucking Cifaloglio security
guard job on that goddamn radio station, but it was a
girl named Paula,
and I saw Paula on Tennessee Avenue right outside Robert McGuire's
Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar on July
12, 1997,
after ANOTHER WILD DREAM SHE GAVE TO ME THE NIGHT BEFORE WITH SARAH
KARGE'S FLICKING WALL CIGARS outside of the Endicott Hotel across the
street, and without any fucking assists from wonderful actor Mister
Sir With Love Sidney Pointer' or hot heated Mississippi nights with
Maryland Chesapeake Bay camp owner surnames of TIBBS. Paula wouldn't
have the surname of KING of course in this century, as according to
her distant cousin Ann King, who grew up in that very area in
Atlantic City, met some guy at a casino outdoor concert shortly after
the time that the Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol had become
the Mayor of Atlantic City, Mister Bob Levy, of the L&O
clairvoyant hero war metals club, became overwhelmed with back pain
and became addicted to pain killer drugs and forfeited his job as
Mayor, a really huge black eye for Atlantic City, along with of
course, a million other ones, as this is the most fucking corrupt
town next to fucking cunt eating Chicago Hickey Illinois that can be
imagined, so please lovely Roseann Delaney, leave my neck alone, as
it is getting dark out there, and I want to go inside now and watch
Mister Ephraim Zimbalist Junior's great FBI television show, as back
then in 1969, I did not have TO WORRY ABOUT MOTHER FUCKING CABLE
FREEZE YUPS OR MILITUFORCE ENEMY PERSECUTION as I do in these lovely
Saga
of Songwriter Mark Mud 1983 “NEW TIMES”
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! But let us speak a bit
more about WAYV-FM
RADIO off Atlantic City,
that night I was Blaine/Copperfield magically telepathically
influenced somehow to tune into that station when “PAULA”
whoever she really is and was was saying that poor little innocent
Mister Regis Philbin made a threat against her, when all
the poor little fucking bastard did was to wish her good luck, and
say he would be seeing her soon, on that silly ass MIKE & DIANN
show,
that night while I was in my car, and guarding the mother fucking
Cifaloglio place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I would go
swimming, and to the beach back in 1997 in Atlantic City
at 'not yet' Mayor Levy's lifeguard tower, music
came blasting out of the ARCADE BUILDING where the mighty illustrious
Casino Control Commission is located at the boardwalk and Tennessee
Avenue,
and I know that I heard WAYV
call letters a few times.
Yet according to the fucking shit that I pasted and CAPPED into my
previous and non-precious blog,
it
was never there at that spot,
as Chelsea Avenue is down near the where the Black
Horse Pike leads into the city,
and not up in the northern section of town. They
always played that mother fucking Tom Reale tease song when they saw
me coming, every single time, called, “FEEL
REAL”
also.
I know what I know, and I didn't say I know THAT I know, speaking of
an unfathomable additional coincidence of so-called fucking
synchronicity here, and
I don't believe for a minute that any of these things are happening
independently of the objectives and motives and goals of making me
totally endlessly mother fucking miserable as all shit eating
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
I will do what I have to in order to keep breathing, and living, and
surviving against this monstrous mother fucking MILITUFORCE, KIND
SIR, and yessir, IPYT!!! This IS ABSOLUTE TOTAL WAR WITH
THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS monstrous hellish bunch of fucking
subskummites!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, it is amazing that lovely little Cindy Brady can even walk
with all her baby talk, or at least to hear Buddy Henton tell it. My
troubles
and
major fucking
woe
wiz me's
go far beyond a lisp however. Still, it is amazing indeed, that the
Mountainpen has managed to survive anywhere near this well and or
this long, me' kind wonderful peeps and folks out here in
BLOGAUDIAN-LAND!!!!! You
go great PROPERTY
BROTHERS.
You great dudes totally fucking rock out, yo yo yo yo!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION,
BLOGAUDIAN FOLKS.
