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NOTE Y1
10:21
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
21
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Three
straight mornings now, Maintenance men or bug spray men have awakened
me out of a deep sleep. Today was the earliest, at 8:57 this
MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING. Why they work on mother sucking Saturday's is
anyone's best guess, guest or no guest, hotel balconies or no hotel
balconies, green dresses or no green dresses, and Pearl Harbor Day
I-Ching trances or no Pearl Harbor Day I-Ching trances. The man
outside my door hammering loudly at the area where pipes all seem to
connect into a main system somewhere, told me that Monday my venetian
blinds should be arriving, as they needed to order the particular
size needed for my particular window widths. The hammering always
brings nasty ass rotten diseased cock roaches scurrying madly outside
where they obviously hide and breed inside of the mother fucking
walls, and I had to EMPTY ANOTHER CAN OF
RAID. So much for the quarterly-spray as usual, and to
reiterate, if anything, the spray men seem to just bring me more of
them every time that they come in here to do their damn spraying job.
I will need to buy another four cans of RAID at
my local Publix store shortly, but I need to go out for a few
staples anyway, such as some onions, some mushrooms, and a couple of
frozen meats. WEEEEEEEEEE this, Sir
Chester-Frank. No spoon dances please; lovely Oprah
Winfrey. TANKS
& BOOM, yo!!!!
One
of the maintenance dudes seems to be our local town opera singer,
and he is quite good, almost good enough to get lovely Patty
Hollister jealous and excited. He loves to really sing out there in
the hallway. Maybe Patty's blue special candles
can resurrect the wonderful Mister Pavarotti, and they can
perform a duet today in the great sixth floor hallway of this public
housing building. Another WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
for posterity and for Sir CF.
When
I was off the grid for a quarter of a decade from early in 2016
through middle of 2018, the MILITUFORCE had
quite a few of my blogs sent back into drafts and unavailable for
your perusal, for reasons they claimed pertained to complaints
about copyright infringements, lewd and
lascivious language, and other technical
matters that of course to a non computer geek, make absolutely
no sense whatsoever. I am going to reexamine them all in my own good
time now, and then remove all items other than for the text on them,
and then put them onto a new re-posted system of addendum's into
current blogs. I know that things of major
interest will come out from my doing this;
oh kind wonderful folks of the AATS. Yessir folks, sleeping in
here at public housing on mornings and weekends has virtually become
impossible. Between operatic bouts of Pavarotti imitations, drilling,
hammering, and other loud ungodly sounds, and even with ear plugs
deep in my ears; the sound is nearly deafening
in here. Another wonderful fucking weekend, huh
Sheriff KJM. Par for the course, or said in
Morianity's way, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! WOW-WOW-WOW, big O!!!!!!!!!
Well
people, you may or may not remember the blogs of mine back in ****
huffing early February in 2009, when I took a horrific ****
sucking mother ******* motorcycle attack
while driving to my afternoon/evening work-shift at my job as a guard
at Cifaloglio, over near Folsom, New Jersey. I had just passed the
mother ******* Hammonton, New Jersey
Skating Rink, and POW, YO; a huge blotor-motor sickie cycle assault
in league with a monstrous airplane assault, greeted me after they
burned me with an over-riding control circuit, at the traffic signal
just past the rink. The Russians are coming, the Russians are here,
Mister mother ******* Jonathan
Winters!!! A major word processing hack just struck me here at Stacey
JACK-HACK-ATTACK Lattisaw Township. The spell-checker has been hacked
to stop working, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir! They have not yet hit
my software I had put in, to (*) out
curse words, when I post up to BLOGGER, and the fragile ears of our
phony society. Everybody uses *******
fowl language, just like everybody does lots of nasty little things,
and it is all kept hushed up and secret. At least I don't believe
Leticia Tilley is from 1986 when it is 2009, nor would I enjoy the
supposed 'pleasures' of Russian female urination! This
little CAP-JOB was from BLOG
5 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN.
And
to add another entry from that wonderful whittle blog, kind peeps;
Yes
folks, deny what you know is true all you want, from dirty disgusting
habits, talking dogs, Russian sexual preferences, & my
preferences, which indirectly led me to being a little younger than
my chronological age since any labber will tell any of you that human
saliva is not that different from human blood, and needs not be
screened for typing; but rather, just for great looks. Still, the
most powerful thing folks deny is the impossible, you know, for lack
of better verbal terminology, ''MIRACLES''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If Christ were to come back today, he would be considered to be
Mister Blaine or Mister Copperfield. We all remember the great
television show, 'Next Generation Star
Trek', entitled 'The Devils Due',
with that lovely Ardra! I said way back in 1971 that super high
technology or 'electronic powers', were what was really going on with
all things, even this so-called almighty GOD of ours, AKA
Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle,
and yes, she even ******* spelled out that great last name of hers in
that wild experience she gave me while I was 'sleeping' in December
of 1969, you know Mister Childress, the exact time the original
Project
Bluebook was
shut down, and I for one don't mother ******* believe in
coincidences, not like this one, YO!!! Yes I cannot prove it Doctor
Coryell sir, and doctor Green sir, but I fully believe that I was
able to put off aging a while as a result of my so-called yuk-yuk
habits and weird sexual preferences. Today it is all considered
Chillmo stuff and so I now have aged. WOW THAT, OPRAH, huh??????? The
copyright Office I am sure knows what is being said, and have some
perdy damning evidence against me, although the statutes of
limitations sort of protects me, and I do not do any of those things
any more. My days are now long fucking behind me, folks!
Parallel
Event Technology or (PET) for short, is usually not a
great thing like our loving adorable 'other pets'. The reason the
blog world stopped me from posting links was all so that I could no
longer show a visual reality of the great and all mighty mother
******* Dow Jones Industrial Averages. You were not allowed to see
and remember how I told you, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU,
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU ALL,
that this thing would go to between 25,000 and 30,000 points as this
current decade began to grow to a close in the 17 and 18 and 19
years; and it all happened, JUST AS I MOTHER ******* SAID SO, YO!
So
then just exactly why is the parallel event with me verses the
******** owners of the world, going on, you may be asking and
wondering, or then again, you may be saying to yourself, 'Oh go ****
your stupid *** self, Mountainpen'! But in case you are indeed
******* interested, it is because I am the only mother ******* ****
chewing illegitimate son of a female dog who actually knows a very
simple few word combinations, and truly understands the absolute
power behind them, one being that time is an illusion and that we
simply exist, and another is that Space-Time-Mind or (STM) for short,
is where eternal spirit is not the attention and focus of energetic
existence or as the church calls it perhaps, (eternal spirit). When
you are in one, then the other one simply is not there for you, and
it works both ways. Once that becomes clear, the nature forces begin
to communicate with you, and then in a relatively short space of
time, fish and birds and other soulless creatures do as well. But is
anything really soulless? Is there anything, sir Einstein, alive or
even inanimate that does not have an energetic equivalent? Let me
tell you a quick little example that does not require me to go back
further than around this time yesterday. I went over to the
Walgreen's Store to order some vitamins, and when I paid for them,
the nice lady clerk asked me if I wished to redeem some of my Rewards
Card savings, and I said fine if there is any, and yes there was, a
nice two dollars; and for me every penny counts, Sheriff Ken Mascara
sir! Some of us citizens really are honest and before crippled into
disability by powerful astral world enemies, hard working too, kind
sir! The bill came to 28 dollars, and then the two buck discount
brought it down to 26 dollars, and just as I was seeing this on the
computer screen, I thought to myself, 'gee I hope my lovely Lightning
Goddess Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis isn't mad at me for skipping
down through her magical '27' number in-between the full price amount
of 28, and the new discounted price of 26'. I no sooner had this
thought in my mind and instantly, a beautiful pinkish white brilliant
flash of light was practically at my feet, as the doorway to the
store is only five feet away from the cash register. It was
LIGHTNING, and the exact time of the flash to the deci-second was
followed by a super loud clap of thunder, meaning that SHE was right
there, and I even felt a tiny little bit of lovely current on the
tips of my feet! Don't mother ******* tell me I'm nuts or what I am
imagining, oh world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of that neighbor as well
as my powerful so-called wild imagination people; let me CAP this
following thing in also from that same blog in the summer of 2018.
Right after this, she got into that bad car crash. coinkeedink,
Sheriff? I for one ain't buying into that for a New York City
microsecond! Here is the CAP.
Sheriff
sir; I have a neighbor who told me exactly who it is that caused me
500 mother ******* dollars worth of damage recently to my automobile.
She will tell if she has to, but naturally like all of us, hopes not
to have to get involved. She told me that you already know who this
is and are hoping to get the necessary proof so he can be taken to
jail where he ******* belongs, my kind SHERIFF, SIR! To quote Uncle
Billy on that fantastic “It's A Wonderful Life” movie that was
done by the great Mister Frank Capra, “BOY
OH BOY OH BOY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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