Monday, September 30, 2019

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30 SEPTEMBER, 2019

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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 SCALES NO-GO ZONE CHARTS, BUTTERCHEESE and yes folks, a great BIG ASS BUT, AND but, outlandishly wild nonetheless, yo me' BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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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From here to Sag Harbor, New York, THERE TRULY MUST BE A CODE BREAKING BOOK SOME PLACE that tells these things nice and clear and right out in the damn ass open for crissake, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!! WHAAAHA- AHA.










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!
















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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!!!!!!!!!!!!


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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.






























EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE





EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE





GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P










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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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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!!!!!!!!!











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



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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!







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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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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P










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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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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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