Wednesday, September 4, 2019

NUMDWATATES NOTE I1


NUMDWATATES NOTE I1

6:19 A.M. September 4, 2019







What a week, what a summer, what a life, this has been. For some however, recent events have been worse even than what I suffer through, and I feel sadness for the residents of the great Bahama Islands after this incredible and tragic storm event has now come and gone. WOW this.









I taped up my bad window and spent some hours on my knees, and it could have been a whole lot worse for me, with lovely Dorian and her mighty Atlantic assault. The storm is now north of me, and the apartment did survive. I fully expected and anticipated the worst however. I am always doing this. I expect the absolute worst and when things turn out marginally better, then folks, I just breath a sigh of relief and actually am able to be a tiny bit happy since the worst possible situation did not go on to happen. I will point out a powerful fact however. I do believe that we are BEING PUNISHED. Halls Fawces are very real, and no one is going to make me ever doubt either that fact, or that things pertaining to it have one iota to do with random chance. That great episode on the greatest law show in the history of television, “Law & Order”, with the father who murdered the teacher of his daughter who he had mistakenly accused of molesting her when it was the guidance counselor all along, and where he said that he does not believe that things such as “Hurricane Katrina” does not target New Orleans by chance, and that it is all part of the wrath of God, was what he firmly believed in. Well, Mountainpen has no problem with this whatsoever. I wholeheartedly concur with his marvelous opinion. Now in further light of thissssssssssssssssss, Mizz SLEK of AMC; Cat-5 hurricanes do not happen often as far as making landfall in the United States, not through decades and decades of recorded historical event going back to the turn of two centuries. For the FIRST TIME EVER NOW, peeps yo; we have had FOUR STRAIGHT YEARS NOW OF THIS EVENT, (CATEGORY-5 HURRICANES STRIKING US HERE IN THE USA OR NEARBY, being Dorian in 2019, Michael in 2018, Irma in 2016, and good old wonderful Mathew in 2016, shortly after I took that sabbatical from my blogging earlier that late winter some time in March. This is how my mind works, in association. I rarely forget or get things wrong, because I always use memory association. Hey, this is only my little friggin' opinion, but the mighty 1980 coworker of mine at the great illustrious RPL Sound Studio Labs of Camden, New Jersey, most definitely has entitled me to it! In any event, I will be remaining in Florida, at least for the time being, folks. Until, “the next one at least”. I am taking it an hour at a time, not even a damn day any more. But as spoken earlier, many others have recently had it a lot worse, so I would feel rotten to sit in here typing and complaining at the present second.











I screwed up on my last blog and I typed in just 'H' for the title at the BLOGGER SITE, so sorry. Still that works like basic chemistry. The one is just accepted if the letter does not reflect a number, as in two parts of hydrogen and one part of oxygen, we all know that one since we were in middle school or so, H2O. Some call water, H-twenty just to be funny, but it really means two parts of H and one part of O. AHA!











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It was all during this wild fantastic time in my past, as a youth and adolescent; Sheriff KJM kind sir, that I had my unexplainable interactions with this GODDESS-FAWCE in Atlantic City, as well as in my Dellway Arms Apartment in Oaklyn, in New Jersey. And thisssssssssssssss will indeed be the discussion with lots of powerful and brand new dogshit connected into and throughout this entire messy pile of stench puke from Dogtown squared, provided this computer and these blogs survive beyond the coming week, and is all contingent of course on lovely sweet adorable HURRICANE DURIAN. Before I get into this a wee bit today, every mother fucking morning or afternoon, whatever, that I get up and walk into the kitchen, for at least the past three days or so, I get a giant fucking germ riddled cunt lapping cock roach glaring down at me from up on a wall. RAID cans get emptied over and over, and I end up coughing and feeling like fucking shit, while the bugs sit there laughing at me, WHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!!!! No one will ever convince me that I am wrong on things that I know I am not wrong about, and before you blame or hate me for having what some call an “arrogant rotten god-like attitude”, please affix both credit and or blame where it indeed properly belongs. I speak of the mighty and very illustrious Mister David Leigh Smith, of COOLEY H.H. HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, at the intersection of Hopkins Lane, and KINGS HIGHWAY, right there at all magical gates! Oh yessir, the 'shot-gods-cops' syndrome of all great 'Tobycouches' everywhere:

Never ever be fooled by anything. Nothing ever has to make sense. Many peeps tell me they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to force jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks, let me quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this. If you think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross parallel worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip and see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is just moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross between worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience and yes, a pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may suddenly become the TV-set. Many things make some sense, no sense, and all the in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world and what we all appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all of the other places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie is not divvied up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep and dream, this alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals that connect to a physical mental producing instrument, are altering. Still and all, the waking piece of this pie while we live and breathe is sort of a controller. Think of it as a base that then only allows you to visit parallel worlds that have some sort of a similar thread of evental time that matches the signal of brain that appears to go from conscious to subconscious, also said, from being awake to being asleep. We don't normally control our dreaming-trips into hyperspace , in other words. Those who do this with great frequency are what Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. So as for all the Mike McNulty's everywhere who need to feel blessed with endless credits from blogs such as Morianity as well as others too I'd suppose; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS!











I awoke after only three and a half hours of sleep last night, at precisely four minutes after four of the clock this morning, from a wild and somewhat unpleasant nightmarish interaction. I cannot safely blog and tell all of the details about it, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE but, it's sufficient to say that I find it powerfully intelesting, bob McDowell old school pal from Cooley HHH, that the time was what it was to the very second I came out of the experience, and what it was about in this parallel reality with my doppelganger, as yes, it involved my mom I getting onto a really weird train in order to go and visit with my daughter. I will say that the driver of the train, Kasey Fontana Non-Terrorist Jones, was in a big hurry to get the train going or else he intentionally tried to separate my mom and I, as here it what happened, or as wonderful old buddy and mechanic pal from 1980, Mister Derrijo, would say, at his wonderful EXXON gasoline station, back in 1983; “Letame tellayu wah hahppened”. We were both about to board the goddamn thing and after my mom got on the train, some total idiot decided to get off and blocked my way, long after those who were exiting had all done so. Then the driver or Casey Jones, closed the door and took off before I managed to follow my mom onboard the damn ass thing. My mom did not realize this until the train was going quite fast and tried to get the attention of the driver and he did manage to look over at me, and I was so angry or my double (doppelganger) was, and was flipping a gigantic bird to him, over and over. It was right out of the ex-rated version of “The Three Stooges”. You'd have to have been there to witness it. You would have done what peeps love doing to me all my cunt lapping life, LAUGH AT ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully believe that numbers have power. Yesterday would have been my mom's 100th goddamn birthday, born September 3, 1919, and yesterday was September 3, 2019. I think she magically helped that damn ass hurricane to stall out and move away from me, and I think that she feels guilty for her and damn ass Patty HHH keeping 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' secrets from me and taking the not worrying about never having grandchildren secret, straight to her grave in March of 2000. In any event, I cannot safely tell you all of this interaction, and it involved in my opinion, possibly, a transdimensional version of her old 1969 boyfriend, Mister Sidney Cohen Mirrorman Crown! Again, I think this was the dude, and he was just as annoying in that parallel world as the dude was over here, but I have no waking world cognition of what his name was, or even a clear picture now of his face so that I could relate the two men.













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NUMDWATATES NOTE H1

8:19 POST MERIDIAN

SUNDAY EVENING

1 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Well folks-peeps, I have a fucking currently gigantic and monstrous “meow-meow-meow-meow-meow” HURRICANE, barreling in from Bermuda at me, here at my Fort Pierce, Florida apartment. By tomorrow it will be effecting my town and me, in several possible ways, from horrendous on steroids to perhaps in a best case scenario, a major inconvenience and annoyance. This is of course totally dependent on its projected pathway or track as the weather-peeps call it. If it goes as projected at dead center track, the second scenario would be the case. Should it veer and steer into the west at maximum projected track, this would mean that a slow moving major category-5 storm will be right on top of me, while I shudder in this old early seventies built public housing building, up here on the sixth floor, second floor from the top. Should a worse case scenario happen, as stated on an earlier blog; I AM 'ADDAHELE', to quote the great baseball announcer and legend, Sir Harry Callas!!!!!!!! If I sustain heavy damage and loss, I WILL KISS THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN STATE OF FLORIDA GOOD-BYE FOREVER, and yes, something that I now know fully well, that I should have done somewhere between five and eight years ago, but was too cowardly to do. Now it will only be quantitatively worse, since I am nearly sixty-five years old, and to run away AGAIN, with basicly just the cunt lapping clothes on my back, some meds, some clothes, important paper docks, and some other small items that would fit into garbage bags that can be tossed into a car; would be just about the absolute quintessentially worse possible eventuality for poor old, sick, pathetic, puny, and eternally luck-cursed MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!











The rain bands from this wild 'monster ass' storm, if I am allowed to quote something that I heard my son in law speak, back a decade ago, when referring to my cassette tape recordings, from a parallel universe or (something spoken by him to me in a wild and powerfully vivid dream-nightmare); have begun to hit my area off and on, since early middle afternoon today. As I speak-type right now, I am getting another one. No huge winds yet, just quick bursts of quite torrential rain striking my three studio apartment windows facing the north northwest up here on this sixth floor, one of the highest points in this county except for the relatively newly build Federal Courthouse at Orange Avenue and Federal Highway US-1, and the large condo and apartment hi-rise structures of North-Hutchinson Island that are visible from my window, well beyond the Causeway Bridge South, that leads off of US-1, and into the Southern Hutchinson Island. So I suppose if the mighty and quite grand Sir Chester-Frank won't mind or object too much to me saying his great quotation right about fucking now, yo folks, then 'permit me' to do just that, Latengrate 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, formerly of 175 Peninsula Drive, in good old illustrious and wonderful BABY BLOND, NEW YORK, AKA babble on or just (BABYLON)!!!! 'WEEEEEEEEEE'. Oh yes folks, and wonderful AAT-BLOGAUDIANS out here, as well as Mister HC 'OUDDDDDDDAHELE', from my previous blog, indeed there are three horrible monstrous underlined groupation of words that weelwee weelwee weelwee do indeed go perfectly together, like me and Jersey, huh, great ex-Guv of Jersey, Sir Honorable Thomas Kane, and these 3 would BEEEEEEE:



HURRICANE DORIAN

Mizz DAWN-MARIE KING

HUNTINGTON-CURSE!



As for the Camden, New Jersey Mac-Andrews & Forbes electrician from 1980, yes the ultimate witch is also another three combined reality-item, unless we add in the great sixties and seventies folk singer, Mizz lovely Melanie Safka, but with her excluded from the mix, then we're left with the other three, that good old magical three, as in who will be the soon to follow Hollywood star to wake up back in the great Purgatory soon, since we just had another two, and they always follow in THREES, and we all know this is a true fact of life. Thisssssssssssssss groupation; Mister Spellchecker Mike Soft, and Mizz AMC SLEK, are as follows:



PATRICIA HOLLISTER

PAULA KING-------------Pau000501582

PAULA UWICH





YES, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS FOLKS,

Since the near future is totally uncertain as to whether or not I will be leaving Florida forever, after nearly ten years here, and is dependent on how much if any significant damage is done to my dwelling with the approaching HURRICANE DORIAN; I feel quite compelled to tell you all a story about Mizz DAWN-MARIE KING, as it relates to me the Mountainpen, and my family curse, sometimes refered to me on these 'BOM' blogs, as the HUNTINGTON-CURSE! Dawn changed completely once she had me in her grip, and living with her and her illegal hubby Chicky from Guatemala, and her mom, Mizz Ann King Silva, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.














BOY OH BOY OH BOY, UNCLE BILLY, YO:

Paula Uwich told me in September of 1996, 23 years fucking ago, that “I would never forget this day, the day that I first talked to her”. WOW lovely wonderful Oprah, was she correct 1000%%%%%%%%%%%%!!!!!!!









Life totally sucks for me. I know that everybody is suffering in my part of Florida, with the worry and anxiety of this mighty fucking Krassle Storm (Atlantic), BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and but, I know that the reason for this entire mess is one gigantic resounding truth, and that being, Mountainpen is in ETERNAL DOGTOWN, and yes Mike Soft, this DOGTOWNITE knows fully well, that this indeed is DOGTOWN ON EARTH for him, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking constant (`~HACKS) are 'driving me right up a fucking wall', Mizz (Before Inchcape Shipping) Lavino Shipping Company of Philadelphia during WWll, Nancy Logan! I only wish that I could forget all the minute fucking details of my miserable eternal nightmare hellish on steroids life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WO, Billy Harner, if you will let me quote you from the very damn end of the nineteen-nineties, yo, bud?











Fucking witchbitch Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease just nailed me with that cock sucking fucking mouse-screen-page prompt, that displays at my right screen while on page eleven of eleven many times should I be dumb enough to move the fucking cock knocking dumb-ass thing, during that exact stage of blogging for 'whatever' reason, Congressman RA, and not Apollo-Lucifer---RA, the great 'morning star' made mention of, in the great and illustrious KJV of the Holy Scriptures (KJV-BIBLE). Yes our wonderful son up there in the sky. It sure beats a monster fucking hurricane, and I'll be the first bastard up at the gate to yell that out, with a clit huffing bullhorn, at light speed cubed and Cuban! 'Still', Lenny Brisco sir, allow me now to print some nice five number rows, to cunt phlegm rape for the assault of Mizz 1993 Atlanta, Georgia, Ballpark, just now perpetrated upon me on this cum-puke-her, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm bad, and mad too!



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CAP-CAP-CAP-NON CAPTAIN, AND NON HILE HHH!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 106

HACKED—106-107-108-A-B-C, AND NO MJ-123, please!!!!







Same old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!

Same old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!

Same old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!

Same old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!



















When you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”? Yes, what can I say”? Yes folks, the great 1969 song that I wrote at age fourteen and a half years of age, shortly after that wild Atlantic City encounter with [[[[{{{((*LOVELY PATTY HHH*))}}}]]]], things like this simply put, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, JUST CANNOT BE MADE UP. This is too fucking ass fantastic for any great mind, or even collaborations of great talented minds, such as the (OTHER NON-HARRAH CASINO SJK HOLLYWOOD GROUPation), 'SJK', as in Spielberg, Geffen, and King. The Geffen character pronounces his surname as JEFF-EN. WOW-THIS; O.W. Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSS; the great song, “BURN WITH FIRE”, and the super great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, who went onto do numerous other fantastic musical type of projects, with really important peeps such as the wonderful National Football League (NFL), and many more also; told me in 1981, and I quote this fantastic human being, who is and was convinced of my homosexuality, A TOTALLY UNTRUE DEAL, BUT PEEPS ALL SEEM TO HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS, AND THEY ARE QUITE DAMN ASS ENTITLED TO THEM, YO; as Mashell Daniels would say back in 1980, at the wonderful RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS at 1100 State Street, and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; yes this great dude Mister Tom Glenn said to me over the phone shortly after he had helped me do my LOIS-FOCA song with his guitar arrangement, that the Copyright Office has to this very day, and I quote his words here quite absolutely verbatim, “It's overdue time for another FIRE song”. Yes my “BURN WITH FIRE” song from 1969 was of course after the great band had THEIR FIRE SONG, 'come on baby, light my fire', and so forth, but nobody has a copyright on the idea of fire in a song, yo. I learned through the years that it is not that difficult to make ever so slight alterations in any song, and that small change allows a writer to fully copyright a new song. If it is legally challenged, as with all things pertaining to the law at least here in good old great America, Cuzz Don; the almighty fucking dollar determines how great anyone has a chance to win a case. Money and nothing else, BUYS GREAT LAWERING, and the lack of money buys not so good lawering, and that's that, Mister Esolph. So if I am even close to another song that has powerful people who own the rights to it, I would be in deep trouble. But other powerful peeps can make the smallest alterations and have done so, in many of my songs throughout the past four plus decades now, and get totally scott free away with it, without ever having to pay me a single dime out of the many many millions of fucking bucks that they make in royalties. Hey, as Ziggy Malyeska said in 1969, and speaking of good old fucking 1969, “That's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE and WOW!!!!





BURN WITH FIRE” © 1969-1981



(VERSE-1)



I'm saying this to you boy

You bring me thrill and joy

When you just touch me What can I say

I want you real bad

You make me so glad

Just you and me boy

Please baby stay

The things you do to me

Beyond my fantasy

The way you hold me tight

Let's keep it hot tonight

Don't let it ever end

Oh baby let's pretend

Just say you love me

Make me feel all right



(CHORUS)



You make me burn with fire like a soul in hell

You bring me more desire than I could ever tell (No Microsoft, NAUT TELLOSIANS)

I'm gonna' love you baby 'till the end of time

Come on little baby, gonna' make you mine



You make me burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire

Bring me such desire such desire, make me burn make me burn make me burn with fire



WRITTEN BY MARK WAYNE M. H. MOHR



The second verse after the chorus was not written in 1969 but in 1981, right shy of the time that I had that talk with that great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, while I was residing at where else, but good old freaking 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, with absolutely NO TOBYCOUCHES anywhere. So I will not type out the second verse of the song, since 1969 is what I am talking about right now. This was written for a female vocalist to sing, but good old Mister Glenn was just convinced for absolutely no reason whatsoever that pertained to logic, that my writing those words made me a stone cold fucking fagot, and in those times and days, that was a big black spot against anyone, as if I would have needed another one on top of the already zillion plus of them that surrounded me already for crissake, yo! It wasn't enough that Patty had me so fucked up in 1969, that I ended up getting evicted out of the apartment at 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont (Haddon Township), New Jersey,USA, ESMWG. No sympathy at all ever, for good old pathetic fucking diseased shithead MountAINPEN, huh world, huh Dorian, huh wonderful awesome Jehovah Goddess (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE)???????????????? And you say to me, I don't have the right to say the following two mother fucking things, yo? 1) LIFE SUCKS AND STINKS, and 2) I AM IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, YO! Hey man, I think the expression here that would be totally adequate as well as completely apropos, is “KMA”!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS!!!!!!!!





I don't care about the frapping stinking stock market. It can crash to 300 or go up to 130,300 for all I care, IF THIS POST AUGUST 1986 NIGHTMARE SHIT against me is halted. I care only that I am being forever mercilessly assaulted to my grave, and who the hell wouldn't feel this way?

MARCH 18, 2014,

MONDAY EVENING AT 5:55,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.











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It was all during this wild fantastic time in my past, as a youth and adolescent; Sheriff KJM kind sir, that I had my unexplainable interactions with this GODDESS-FAWCE in Atlantic City, as well as in my Dellway Arms Apartment in Oaklyn, in New Jersey. And thisssssssssssssss will indeed be the discussion with lots of powerful and brand new dogshit connected into and throughout this entire messy pile of stench puke from Dogtown squared, provided this computer and these blogs survive beyond the coming week, and is all contingent of course on lovely sweet adorable HURRICANE DURIAN non-Himacane Eddie Lynch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For now, I will be 'CHAINED' to my TV-set, and other media sources. Thank you for keeping me updated with your great county calls, Sheriff and friends. I will be answering and listening, right up and until DIANA no longer is coursing through the wires and into my residence, (electricity).











As some know, my cousin began running for the top dog job last June, and this is when my assault on me began to take wings and fly. I will be dead and gone very mother fucking shortly, and he will be the destroying last trump and antichrist after this poor mark of the beast is gone. But remember, this great super man really believed that I had gone back from 2009, 23 years physically, and took my daughter up to the future and to his Plaza Casino. Then he had his friends who indeed do travel as Briggbase Cultist-Type 3 exploratrons do so well, and went back to 1984 and wiped me out with not only Mister Jerry Texaco but many others as well. Only he and I know this story is all true and real. If he can do and will do all of this to one innocent frail little person, just what do you think he will do to this planet, as for shit eating heavens sake, it's all right in the goddamn fucking scriptures!









The 'shot-gods-cops' syndrome of all 'Tobycouches':

Never ever be fooled by anything. Nothing ever has to make sense. Many peeps tell me they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to force jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks, let me quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this. If you think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross parallel worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip and see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is just moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross between worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience and yes, a pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may suddenly become the TV-set. Many things make some sense, no sense, and all the in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world and what we all appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all of the other places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie is not divvied up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep and dream, this alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals that connect to a physical mental producing instrument, are altering. Still and all, the waking piece of this pie while we live and breathe is sort of a controller. Think of it as a base that then only allows you to visit parallel worlds that have some sort of a similar thread of evental time that matches the signal of brain that appears to go from conscious to subconscious, also said, from being awake to being asleep. We don't normally control our dreaming-trips into hyperspace , in other words. Those who do this with great frequency are what Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. When we merely are experiencing nocturnal dreaming, or it can be any time now that we are a society of round the clock jobs and work shifts; we are TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS. Those who go to sleep and know for a fact that what Morianity teaches on this subject is absolutely real and true, even if they do not practice this with any regularity, or anyone who suddenly even begins to become in any way cognizant to this truth while experiencing their dreaming, are TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONS. This is Morianity's scale of rating the phenomenon. But when I discuss with you this base of some true us, it is merely a relative truth. Every universe has real tangible material people in it and we to them, are the shadows and the dream substance of their worlds. Still and all, it appears as anywhere we are physical and materially tangible and caporial, we indeed are the base of our selves, and only become interconnected through and via dreaming, into worlds that begin to thread up with our waking weaves, so to speak. Just as our thoughts and our lives as we leave the life of babyhood and move onward, seem to be connected into one reality, so also in the next higher dimensionality do likewise, or in other words, our waking lives and our dreaming lives. All of the places that we visit, and remember the strongest, connect the most closer related things to us here in waking life. Now those experts who study the mind and the profession of psychiatry of course, will vehemently disagree with Morianity and consider it to be a product of delusion and numerous psychotic features as well. That is their right, as is mine to know better, and to tell these truths to an open public, whoever they may be. Most don't believe a word of this, or a word about how I created out of nowhere, through a very magical set of tape recorders and secret wisdom, in the seventies, the very character that we all have come to know, and like no other anywhere on the planet, Mister DJT. I told how Prosecutor ADA Jim Wilson and Donna Spinosi, were so mean and horrendous to my mother and myself, and of course, in the pockets of the mister wealthies. And I told from the very beginning of these blogs over a decade back now, how parallel event is used by him, against me, and this has been going on ever since I showed his Castle Casino boys just exactly what I was doing with parallel event playing roulette, after I was asked to show them what it was all about, and I had nothing to hide and indeed showed them. While I was typing this out, another illegal telephone caller -ID assault struck me at about twenty minutes shy of eleven on this fucking cunt ass Monday morning, 22 February, 2016, where my own name and number display while the phone rings. Naturally, I won't pick up the phone and Trump and his pals can all burn in mother fucking DOGTOWN!!!!













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Since the near future is totally uncertain as to whether or not I will be leaving Florida forever, after nearly ten years here, and is dependent on how much if any significant damage is done to my dwelling with the approaching HURRICANE DORIAN; I feel quite compelled to tell you all a story about Mizz DAWN-MARIE KING, as it relates to me the Mountainpen, and my family curse, sometimes refered to me on these 'BOM' blogs, as the HUNTINGTON-CURSE! Dawn changed completely once she had me in her grip, and living with her and her illegal hubby Chicky from Guatemala, and her mom, Mizz Ann King Silva, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I came up with a mortal world explanation that she did not like some of my dirty videotapes and the nasty things that I had written on the back of the boxes that they were in. I seriously doubt that this had a whole damn lot to do with her total change of intense hatred of me, once she and her family had me in their DEATH GRIP, leading to my demise and eventuality of becoming a resident of this Florida-Hellhole, as well as losing every important and dear possession that meant so much to me, and accumulated over four plus decades of time. So I think it is quite prudent and wise right about now, since this may be the temporary ending of my blogs for a month or whatever; to delve more deeply into the wild story that brought my New Jersey life into a sudden and horrendous termination, and with absolutely no tiny bit of help from the great ex-governor of Cali, known to all who love him, and his great movies; as sir 'Arnold I'll-Bebachhhhhk'! Dawn said some unthinkable things to me just hours before we departed ways forever that fateful day in the early second week of cold gray dark December of 2009 days, and without any great old songs being played, darling, or 'loving anyone even now'. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Allow me to go on a bit with this, peeps, if ye pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezw!!!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a great big non HARRAH'S CASINO COSMOS ENDING LAZARUS BOOM!!!!























Dawn spent most of her life in and out of jail, that is until I came along, and then like TRUMP-MAGIC, she somehow vely vely vely non-McDowell Cooley Hall mysteriously managed to STAY OUT OF THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL SYSTEM. Towards the end when I knew my position was very hopeless there at the FBI agent's rented home on Thirteenth Street in Hammonton hanging in there DJ-Paula Forest-Fires, New Jersey; I did all that I could safely do to get her put back into jail, since she was in violation of her probation in ten major ways, the least of which was her incessant monstrous drinking and violent frightening temper tantrums. But I failed to do so, and even when her mother Ann who sided with me at the end, or so I had thought, and we both went to the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office to speak to her Probation Officer, Mister John Judy, things still did not change, and she got away with it all, LIKE MAJOR TRUMP MAGIC, and anyone out here who refuses to believe my truths about what my Morianity mother fucking refers to on these blogs as “TRUMP-MAGIC”, is nothing but a groupation of quintessential asshole fools on steroids!!!!!!! So I ended up losing every important thing that was so near and dear to my pitiful pathetic diseased old fucking clit lapping heart, forever. Not that a single rotten fucking soul could give a shit, huh CUZZ DJT? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!











Dawn and the entire magical KING CLAN FROM HELL, sir Russell Thaxton who knows that I am totally 4-REALE, or at least for real; knows how major ass powerful that all of this mother fucking shit really is, as well as its total 'cosmic-value'. Maybe it is in hindsight, but I know that he knows it now, only yes folks, “it's way too damn late” now, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! Businessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by headBusinessman with hands up by head



This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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Even Lightning tried to warn me, as well as my dead mother did, once in a dollar store with my mom in a powerful 'dream', and then later on the FBI'AGENT'S porch right outside of the kitchen, when Dawn was in the local Hammonton town jail, and I came a whisker close to getting out of their diseased hell. BUT NO, this had been planned from before I ever even came into this world as the current-ME. But alas, I ENDED UP SCREWED, AND I LOST EVERYTHING AND MY LIFE HERE IN FLORIDA IS WORSE THAN IT WAS UP IN GODFDAMN FUCKING NEW JERSEY, NOT THAT A SINGLE SOLITARY SOUL CARES IN THE LEAST LITTLE FUCKING BIT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All they care about is Mark can get too many powerful name recognized peeps into shit that they don't need to be in, so SCREW FUCKING HIM!!!!!!!!!!! And that is why I love Senator Bernie Sanders, and I hate the fortune 500 capitalist PIGS! THAT is the long and the short of the whole damn thing. THAT is the entire deal all compressed and cunt lapping nut-shelled into one little ass ball!!!! That's the entire story, SHERIFF MASCARA, oh wonderful great and very kind sir, yo!!!! HA-HA-HA JANE Sleazeweedsdisease, YOU MISSED ME, YO ROTTEN BITCH WITCH!!!!













I AM GOING TO PRINT SOME LOVELY FUCKING NUMBER FIVE ROWS, ANYWAY, EVEN NOW, ON THIS NON GRAY COLD DAY THAT IS NOT IN DECEMBER, BUTTERCHEESE AND YES, BIG ASS BUT but, in the month of August on this final day of the eighth month. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-frank, yo!!!! HERE COMES ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING TWAT ITCHING (`~HACK); Attorney General Moody, Sheriff Mascara, and Chief of FPPD, Mizz Diane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT, OW!











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It is important that I let the record know and set it totally damn ass straighter than any arrow, that Dawn was part of the family-plan from months, years, decades, centuries, and millennia ago, and the SHAH OF IRAN being at my Aunt Geraldine Mason's lovely weird Narberth, Pennsylvania home, was no accident, nor was it any damn ass stupid coincidence either; Sheriff Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT I PROMISE THE PLANET, in spades, at light speed squared, BRAHHHHH!















Peter Vitteretti from the Pleasantville, New Jersey Human Resources-Welfare Office, put me onto the Atlantic City Providence Avenue assistance place where I met Job Coach Mizz Jennifer Washburn. She got me working at the security job location called, Cifaloglio. This is where my coworker associate, Security Officer Christopher Bennett, put me onto starting a blog, as we discussed our lives and our troubles late in 2005, and by early 2006, I had gone to my local Berryville, New Jersey (Hammonton) library, and started my blog that now has been online for nearly fourteen years since early in January of 2006. This is where Ed Lynch (Himacane) came along one day, and he happened to be staying over at the local rooming-house owned by the local town judge, Judge Frank Raso, who was renting the apartment upstairs from Ed's apartment, to the King's, Ann, Dawn, and hubby-Chicky, and dozens of illegal Guatemalans who crashed there from time to time as well, along with their doggie 'MIDGE', as well as other wild supernatural phenomenon, from the not always totally Bruce Pennock-perfect angelic groupation from the ASTRAL-PLANE. See how things fit together in ways so damn inescapable, folks? See why our LORD spoke such things such as, “I knew you while you were still in the womb”? I could go on and on and on, DON-TYPO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I am not so sorry, Mister Ambassador, that poor little hyperactive Star Trek Rhytalin-Riddelin Merry, couldn't go out and have fun at age five and a half, on Halloween Day of 1975. Imagine all of thissssssssssssssss, Mizz AMC-SLEK? Maybe Mister McThaxton outsmarted himself earlier this decade. Who can ever know such things with or without great awesome breath echos, huh great illustrious Copyright Office of the USA?????? As I speak-type, my across the hall nabes just slammed in at 2:23:38 on this early MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!











All that there ever is or can be, is the ENDLESS-NOW. This endless now exists in a perpetual state, with photon memories and photon projections. Ask the great New York City and American and even World Renown Physicist, Professor Michio Kaku if I am right about that. He will understand my message very well, as many if not most will say, what the hell is the Mountainpen squawking about now, yo? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! And someday, using that realization as well as super ultra technological advancements, we can splice all of reality together, and have one wild and incredible fifth dimensional interaction, while awake and in control of it, and not just asleep and NOT IN CONTROL OVER IT. This gets very hairy, Mizz McCoo and late lovely Disco Queen, Donna Summer! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT!











Yes great peeps of the AAT; and other Blogaudians who mock me and laugh at me, and make 'funny faces at both me and my helper at the CCPO in Camden, New Jersey', from May 5, 1989 through somewhere in 1996, when the Atlantic City nightmare took off on quintessential winged steroids; I need to tell you many details of Dawn, and Ann, and Paula; and these great mighty NON-OZ-KINGS & QUEENS, who were and still are, being impersonated electronically OR NAUT, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE; and the main item for right now is that this whole thing was planned back in late 1993 and early in 1994, and all during the time that I hoped I might finally expose my supernatural woes and problems to the world and then perhaps get it all stopped, by writing and copyrighting my fantastic so-called fictional book, titled, “The Permission Barrier”. Of course things just persisted in the same old same old same old way for me, or said much better and truer, and along the lines of an old telephone conversation between myself and Mister James Tiberius Burr of Gloucester SHARK-SHARK City, New Jersey, “Things just CONTINUED, CONTINUED, CONTINUED, CONTINUED, CONTINUED”!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW THAT; huh great and lovely Mizz O. Winfrey? So yes great people of the Ancient Astronaut Theorists Society, if there is or hopefully someday will be such a 'groupation' of wonderful folks; I feel totally and absolutely compelled to tell you a lot of things about this marvelous and frightening family biological groupation here on the Earth-Planet. Before I do get into some more however, yo, I am going to tell you this because it's damn important that I do. When you're stuck in your body (physical structure of mind and body) that is, as we seem to be while physically alive and breathing, and interacting on this world of tangible physicality; you and I seem to be 'connected' to SPACE-TIME-MIND. When we are no longer stuck inside of a body, such as when using things such as astral-projection, or remote-viewing, or deep meditative trances, your 'spirit' or 'energetic true reality', sees and perceives that truth that there is no separation in 4-D. Space and time as it relates to the separation between various points within these fabrics that Einstein proved is really ONE FABRIC called SPACE-TIME, and now it becomes crystal clear that the entire so-called space-time continuum exists in and through A COSMIC SPACE-TIME (MIND), hence Morianity's concept of also making a third combination, taking space and time or space time, and mind inside of it, as really a truth CALLED STM or Space-Time-Mind, IS PURE ILLUSION, but this illusion keeps us all physical and caporial, perceiving the electromagnetic fields of reality as solid objects. Only the field itself is solid, and all things ride the photon wave, and this is why eventually with sufficient ultra super high tech, we can eventually learn to actually splice reality, and this is the tech of the gods and this is how they accomplish even the most unexplainable tricks, such as the resurrection of the dead, as with Jesus! Funny how Donald knew about this back in the turn of the eighties. The story of your marvelous life, huh CUZZ? Like WO and WOW, as either way Oprah seems to end up as totally 'wonderful'. WOW THAT!!!!!!!! Speaking of reality splicing and great cool eighties movies, or a few of them anyway, I sure hope you're feeling better, lovely Olivia N.J., and not from New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, those pesky non-needle coincidences; huh gorgeous Angie Harmon Abbey Carmichael?









I do not have the answers to the smaller pictures, only the larger ones. If I could relate the smaller stuff to what I know, I could steer that damn hurricane off the shoreline and up to the north or out to the sea. I am only human, Bruce Alan Pennock sir. Even though it appears that my kid had a real damn huge fascination with you some time ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I hope you were able to repair that synthesizer for your son, old school buddy from Cooley HH Hall!!!!





(`~HACK)'s never ever stop and are really back on a mother fucking major role; great and kind awesome Sheriff KJM, of Saint Lucie County, FLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!









I totally and wholeheartedly believe people, that these HALLS-FAWCES wanted me to lose everything that I had back in 2009, and come down here to Florida. This was planned with major complex strategy, only on a level that beyond human-realm or 'supernatural' entities could ever fucking manage to pull off and accomplish. You could put all of the very top strategic minds from both American military academies, being the Annapolis and the Westpoint MA'S, and IPYT combined, and multiplied thrice over; that they simply NEVER COULD HAVE DONE ALL OF THIS TO ME, with such marvelous perfection, right down to magical families and magical unknown technologies, all leading and twisting into and through literally thousands of inconceivable items, that no ten dozen Sherlock Holmes Detectives could fathom. This is why I said, Sheriff Mascara sir, at your courthouse, back a week ago Monday, and I'll quote myself, when I addressed the judge and the prosecutor and the defense attorney while I served that day on the Jury-Duty, “You would never believe me if I told it all to you, but I have been the victim of an incredible amount of crime, and thus, I know absolutely that I just wouldn't be able to give the defendant a fair shake because I hate criminals too much”. Naturally, after telling this simple and honest truth, I was excused. The trial of course went on, and I do not know if it ended so I still cannot talk more about this, only my quick interaction with the court that led to me being excused from additional jury service. After all of this horrible shit I have gone through for fifty years with evil horrible people, some from the natural world, and some from, well, who knows; but I COULD NOT EVER BE AS IMPARTIAL AS I WOULD NEED TO BE, and my feeling is that if the defendant is in court, THEN HE OR SHE IS GUILTY AS SIN, and I want to do one thing, HANG YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!









Since the MACY-CREW and other unknown enemies want total absolute thermonuclear effen war with me, then as I said on that © music project some decades ago now, {HERE WE GO}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why really did these people make that stupid buttwipe television commercial for Macy's, back in the first decade of this century, with Donald Trump, Martha Stuart, and Mariah Carey? If anyone remembers, it was advertising aromas and fragrances. This has a powerful symbolic connection all the way back to the beginning of human life on this Earth Planet, and the Christian Bible is full of discussions about incense, and mentions several types of them such as frankincense and merh. I have tried spelling the 'MERH' word many ways, and Spellchecker AS USUAL, is totally and absolutely 'worthless'. Let's see if it can assist me with that other Biblical fragrance, frankincense? Imagine that, IT DID THAT ONE. WEEEEEEEEEE. You know, I can believe in lots of coincidences before I say, “no way Josie girl”. One flood, maybe two, NOT ALL 3 my friends. I also cannot believe that I am able to count more than fifty items in MC's 2009 movie, that definitely connect into things, and all anyone has to do is start reading the BOM, from the very start of it in January of 2006, and there's your proof. I don't want you to take my word for anything. Then without getting Andre' Blair too angry at me, Mister Dick Wolf; there's record promoter Lenny McKinnon verses glittering dice. Then there is the FEE/FREE empire guy, with those wild cool eyes, who also starred in the 'L&O' show, and even had the leading role in the failed LA version. Hey you believe in the tooth fairy folks, if you want to be silly and simple. I know, and I know you do too, all of you! If I only knew just exactly what was going on and who was ordering these horrible effen hits on me, and my pathetic miserable life; I would go full on with huge things, and tell stuff so wild it would most likely be PULLED OFF THE NET. But Dave Roth said to me in 1988, you just cannot round up a thousand people, along with several of our potential enemies, throw them into a large darkened room, and open fire on them, with a military assault weapon. He made me see the light, that you just cannot strike innocent targets; so this leaves me quite powerless to really get out here and do some quintessential RAT-TAT-TATTLE-TAILING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone made a tape or digital copy of those 2016 Presidential Debates, Trump did not have a cold. If he had a cold that was bad enough to sniff snort the way he did, his face would have beads of perspiration. Also, he would not have been able to stand fully straight, and not wobble to some degree. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, during one of those debates, even more than the other two; you could not help notice that he definitely and absolutely had what in the druggie world is called, a KOKE-NOSE. It was one inhaled sniff after another. This seemed to go by most people, but this audio engineer picked it right up, as I pick up on EVERYTHING, and don't you think I don't, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny how Macy Crew Member 3 needs no mention. She DID HER TIME IN THE DAMN POKEY, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if you don't think that I could keep right on typing and telling; then remain in your blissful damn ignorance, me kind peeps!

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Now is there a chance that all of these wild coincidental entertainment world items can all be happening for four plus decades now, and not be a result of any conscious mental collective effort? I seriously doubt it, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and BUTTERCHEESE big ass BUTT but, I do believe that on the ASTRAL-PLANE, things do all tie absolutely together, nice and neat, and wrapped in a pwetty ribbon and bow package!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This group is all part of the LAMBRIGG CULT in the great incredible Purgatory. I have no intention of getting into this topic on this particular blog, peeps. So sahwee, Mister Ambassador, yo!!!!

















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My leak is back, SHERIFF MASCARA. Whether this is causing my major roach infestation, or just worsening an existing problem; is anyone's guess. I do know that this is 3 LEAKS NOW, one in late October of 2016, one in the first few days somewhere in November of this year, and now again a week later, AFTER THE VOTE-RECOUNT. Dirt bag criminal Trump said he will fix the democrats for what he perceives as cheating and fraud. WOW, look who's effen talking; the quintessential fraudster. USING ILLEGAL TACTICS THAT ARE 100% COVERT AND STEALTHFUL, 'ICPE-APE-TECH', or parallel event against me, and with me; he sticks with what works. FLOODING ME OUT seems to be his way to cause votes to go his way, first during his election, then back on the sixth, and now again yesterday, Saturday. This is a premiere example of why I absolutely don't believe in COINCIDENCES! Three floods in my apartment now, and each one during the TIMES OF CRITICAL DONALD TRUMP ELECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He and his Russian pals the hackers, have also effed up my weather page again. It is on the correct location, but frozen on some past page and time, with the temperature blanked out, and the exact same readings on all other items. Not that this is one bit important, next to this flood junk that this criminal emmereffer is pulling with me. The first time he hurt me with property damage was blogged over and over, in 1984, at the Hammonton Texaco, in Hammonton, New Jersey; where he somehow paid off, or threatened with his criminal lawyer/fixer pal Mister Cohen, the owner of the repair shop/gas station, Druggie Jerry. They totally screwed up my car and just kept screwing it up over and over, right out of a nightmare. This is behavior that he has repeated now over and over ever since, and why I'm even effen alive after 34 years of his hell; is anyone's damn guess. He has friends as well as enemies, in the American Criminal Justice Organizations, from the FBI, to the CIA, to the NSA, to all the even more secret BFA's. They hate him and they love him, and if they all loved him, I WOULD BE A DEAD MAN RIGHT NOW, SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for how they got in here, it had to be on Friday afternoon, while I was at the Tax Collector's Office, getting my new driver's license, and my new registration. I was out just long enough for them to sneak in here, and do more WATER-GATE-PLUMBERS-WORK huh Mizz Power-girl, Bridge-Kisser, Sarah Jacobson? Now as for speaking no more about certain topics and why I paste in things from past blogs that all seem to get connected in with the present ones, believe me people, there is indeed a major fucking method to my madness, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!









Yes it is time for me to get into very unpleasant ugly shit about things that are all somehow deeply buried and hidden beneath the Cooley Hall nightmares, one such being the beautiful goddess named Mizz WATER-GATE-PLUMBERS-WORK Power-girl and Bridge-Kisser', Sarah Jacobson? This indeed gets very ugly for many reasons, and even includes the tying in of such things as even if Dawn King hated me for what I had written on the back of some video tape boxes that seemed to be quite disrespectful of women in general; only happened because I was denied a normal life, and as lovely Emma and Jim Burr both said, “What am I going to do when my mother dies”? Yes, I do get around lovely Rollins, and I am not THAT UGLY, please. Still, all things come from one final absolute truth at zero dimension, and only absolutely enlightened people fully realize that powerful and awesome epitome of truth as all truth is indeed embodies therein. I begged and pleaded people to allow me to live a normal life, and all anyone ever did to me ever since I was a little mother fucking tiny kid, was DO EVERYTHING IN THEIR TWAT HUFFING POWER to stop me from ever living any kind of a decent normal life. So anything at all that anyone thinks they know about me, is light years from the fucking cunt truth, so screw any one of you out here who refuses to see that true fact, yo!!!!!!!! I full believe that Jim Burr and Patty HHH are the two peeps most responsible for me having to suffer through this quintessential NIGHTMARE HELL ON EARTH for more than half a damn ass century, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!











Sarah Jacobson was no ordinary human being, any more than Sarah Nurocky Williams was, in or somewhere from around the Atlantic City area in hail. I had a wild nightmare one spring morning while I was in Dave Smith's class at the Cooley HH Hall, and in this dream, Sarah Jacobson was at the bridge just down on Hopkins Lane from the school, that held back a small lake and where a light small wooded area surrounded the water. The bridge had the road going across the spillway. Sarah was there on the bridge, and along came a dude from her class. They were in the Rehab-Class from the opposite end of the hallway from my class where I was with Misses Mildred Young, the educator lady who warned me to “Get away from my mother as soon as I possibly can, because she will dominate your entire life”. She was 100% correct, and he witch friend Patty and her never even told me that I had a goddessdamn daughter after I was raped underneath the Central Pier in Atlantic City the day after the fireworks, on 5 July of 1969, and to this day, I am convinced this is why Tom Reale went totally fucking ass ballistic with me when he caught me getting off the jitney-bus on Cornwall Avenue a year to the day later on 5 July of 1970, after being up there in Atlantic city and watching the fireworks over the beach. As stated before, this is beyond complicated, ugly, and it most definitely involves items of utter cosmic proportions, just as was spoken by the mighty fictional character of that superb fucking television soap show of the occult-hidden world, called, “Dark Shadows” from the nineteen sixties, and then ending in early April of the year 1971. As for the dream with Sarah and her classmate Steve, on that park bridge at Pennypacker Park nearby the Cooley Hall school called Bancroft for exceptional children, Steve said to Sarah that he wanted to kiss her because she is so beyond beautiful. She then told him that she didn't kiss boys. He then went onto ask her, and I am quoting exactly here, “Do you kiss girls”? Then Sarah punched him so hard that his entire chest cracked and almost every rib was broken. This was in a wild dream. A couple of months later, right before the end of that school year, IT HAPPENED, PLAY BY PLAY!!!!!!!!! I witnessed it as I was there, and on that bridge. All that was missing were two things, one, the great Chiffon's singing their great mid-sixties hit song, “Up On The Bridge”, and two, the mighty psychic Edgar Casey sitting there with picnic basket in hand, merging into one of his world-famous deep mind trances. WOW-THIS, big lovely O. Yes, I have heard through the grapevine that you are fascinated with these type of things. You really missed your boat lovely lady, back when my great daughter graduated high school in '88, and when you told my mom on that lovely postcard, to keep watching your great TV-talk-show. She did not watch it, mahm, sorry. She had to work, like most of us poor hard working pathetic slobs, yo. I caught a few shows, and my fave was half a dozen years later when you had the lady who went to Purgatory and then was returned to this world, and she gave those cool accounts of her human retrievable memories of that awesome ever swirling colorful locale. Of course, it is not a place, but a 'condition-interaction' of a sort. Still, the video effects on your show were way beyond cool. Great job lovely Oprah! You truly are wonderful, hence the word was really cosmicly made just for you, at least IMHO aniwho, you know, WOW, for Wonderful Oprah Winfrey. Even WO is good, as it just misses your last name. WEEEEEEEE, huh there, Mister Chester-Frank???????????









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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, the mighty Tellosian Mental Manipulators are at it again, causing everyone forever and perpetually to hate me and attack me, and make my life here on the Earth-Planet, an endless, fiery, bloody, nightmare fucking sick, diseased, and totally pathetic ass hell (Dogtown). At least the three day siege broke off, so whatever you may have done Sheriff KJM, sir, THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, from here in northeast Fort Pierce, to Sugar Hill, Harlem, New York, USA, ESMWG. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Things never change in the long run of course, and we both know that is absolutely true for me, kind Sheriff, sir. So yes, I WAS SHOT by some moron with a high powered damn rifle, out of one of the windows of the Finistere Apartments that day back in 1975, coming home from Atlantic City after getting beaten up by my enemies there, King, Callio, McGuire, and the gods only know who! I was shot and killed. Or was I? Suddenly I am able to fly through the damn air. Give me a break, who the hell can fly? Well, I can for starters. I also can move objects such as diner rotisseries. This seems to endlessly connect such things as aerial shit, strobing lights and dreamed flashlights of many numerous sorts, apartment complexes, and things from powerful fifth dimensional connectiveness. You would call that 'dreams' of course, and that is just fine, as I know the real true shit that I am suffering through. I forgot of course to add in the biggest ingredient in the shit soup here, HELL!!!!!! The mighty President J.E. Carter admitted that I indeed, HAD DIED, and thus, I am now in DOGTOWN, also known as (AKA) HELL!!!!!!















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Now who's fucking cock sucking kidding who. The great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say that I am the bag guy in all of this. He would preach to you that “I got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish me”. How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus mother fuckiGN pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn't say there is not some FAWCE out there, as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ''SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT'', and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical Satan/God fucking shit!!!









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