“TRICKY-TEET-TEET”, TO COOLEY H.H. Halloween's HALL.

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I created a brand new 'ONES-BLOCKER' that fits over my computer monitor-screen in that entire margin area, so that as long as the other blocker also is covering up the page number info on the left side of the screen; I will no longer be seeing the one and only Mizz Janeweedsleazedisease digitally represented on this thing while blogging, or at least, HOPEFULLY; but I have way more fucking bad news to get to folks, than this tiny bit of nearly insignificant particle of better news, hot off of the hot-nineties pig-beach television commercials, for anti-pollution. WEEEEEEEE, so I may as well, to quote July 1970 Chill-mo, Sir Thomas J. Reale of Southeast No Joysey, “Get it over with”!

I thought that my mother fucking automobile air conditioning system was repaired, BUT NO, IT AIN'T. You cannot live, Sheriff Mascara sir,without air conditioning in a car, NAUT in this corner of the globe, sir Sheriff! To quote a true Floridian and lover of very hot weather, Sir Mike Patterson, and former Fort Pierce resident, now residing in Hollywood-Miami, Florida, “You'll literally die in a car that doesn't have good running AC in this area”. As I speak, my upstairs mother fucking nabes from hell, SHERIFF SIR, are still moving furniture around and making a god awful racket above me on this 3^rd straight early ass fucking cunt chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, yo!

Yessir Sheriff, I guess I will be spending lots of doe that I don't have in order to get this AC problem rectified. No one can live without good running car-AC, 'NAUT' down here in this part of HELLishness-DOGTOWN hell, lovely AT&T MIZZ BLAKE!!!

Yesterday really fucking pissed me off. Not only was it a second day of my TRIAD NABES FROM EARTHLY-DOGTOWN driving me totally ass other damn fucking cunt nuts as all shit, BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, and but sir; no note was left at my door regarding the meeting held here in this rotten PH Building for a town-watch on 10-29. There was a posting notice at the vestibule area where the elevators are, but I do not go out every day, and so I missed seeing it, and missed the meeting. I plan to complain about not being given a notice, as this is definite discrimination against sick elderly people such as myself who cannot get out every day as well people can do. THAT IS NAUT FUCKING ONE BIT FAIR, MISS FINCH OF TTZ AND MIZZ BLAKE OF AT&T, 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Sheriff, this slutty girlfriend of the pig above me is REALLY GETTING ON ME' LAST NERVE, SIR, WITH THIS ENDLESS FUCKING RACKET ABOVE ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ almighty for the sake of Sahasra Dal Kanwal of the Astral PlanCKATORY PLANE!!!! Another thing that is also doing this, oh mighty and illustrious latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie KING of Atlantic City and hanging in there Hammonton, CUZZ PAULA; is Mortimer Mortino the goddamn annoying ANGEL OF DEATH, who refuses to stop buzzing me, day and night, even waking me now, in my cunt lapping fucking dirtbag SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes during this particular death siege that seems to be ongoing for a 3^rd straight day now with these pigs above me in UNIT #707, I am also getting the remaining parts of the usual dogshit that accompanies these miserable rotten sieges. One is knots forming in clothing, be it shoelaces or jumpsuit casual home-wear stuff, or as Congressman Andrews would say back as a young lad, 'whatever'. Another annoyance is pens not writing when they are not out of fucking ink. I'll bet there are other folks out here who when truly pressed on this issue, ARE INDEED ABLE TO 'RELATE' THEMSELVES WITH MUCH OF THIS DAMN JUNKY CRAP! Another major annoyance is the DISAPPEARIN DEMON-ENTITY that I have named “DISDEE” for short, and a moronic impish little kid can right away see why I have given it that name. Shit just vanishes and then usually somewhere between three minutes to an hour later, poof, it is hiding right there in my apartment somewhere in absolute plain ass view, or else hidden underneath a chair, or again Congressman sir, as a dude of about age twenty over at Albert Pileggi's house and 'band practice', “WHATEVER”! Crissake is my life DOGTOWN!

Yes Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and all great wild and inconceivable Lab Technicians out here, from Halloween Day at National Park, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Redbank Post Office, to the lands of other magical areas over in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, at a place now gone but once was called, the COOLEY HALL, on Hopkins Road, right off of the illustrious and quite historic, KINGS HIGHWAY, I have one thing to say right now, and that would be, “TRICKY-TEET-TEET”!!!

I fell asleep one night at my apartment called the DELLWAY ARMS, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1971, just around the time that I attended the great magical non-windy Cooley Hall, although wind did play a powerful part of things. I was in Dave Smith's class at the time of this wild dream. Outside of his classroom was one of those punch the ball game things that when you hit it, it would swing around and around. To win, you had to beat your opponent by successfully punching it in their direction all the way to where it won't go any farther. I always lost and am not an athletic person, nor was I ever interested in sports or athletic activities whatsoever, then, or now. But in this wild dreaming interaction, I was outside with Mister Smith, and several other teens; only I was in a parallel world where I only knew Dave Leigh Smith, and not the others around us. Now this took place at somewhere just around Halloween, and I cannot remember if it was just past it or what, but I do remember that Mister Smith, in the waking world, had recently sent two of us to the nearby Haddonfield Public Library, to do research on the origins of All Hallows Eve (Halloween). This was myself and a fellow student and a total ass-wipe if I do say so me' self, by the name of Sir John Gillerlain. He always loved to give me hell and make me miserable, and we all again 'CAN RELATE' or most of us can aniwho, from our school days, and having at least one person who bullied us or treated us like total mother fucking Dogshit every single ass day, YO BRO! So in this powerhouse dreaming interaction, after all these transdimensional teens had kicked my ass in that punch-ball game outside of Smith's classroom at Cooley Fooley H. H. Halloween's HALL, Sir Drake and Sir MicroSUCKS Spellchecker system yo; they began to run around me in circles similarly to the ball that goes around on a rope in the game, and as they were running around me, they kept doing something that several years later I had come to learn was a real thing that was done by practitioners of the hidden things, or 'occult' black-arts, called 'chanting', such as Patricia H. H. Hollister and he “Neo-ho-rengay-key-oh” chant. Only they were chanting at me, “Tricky-teet-teet” over and over again, and pointing at me, and laughing loudly at me, and then they'd repeat the cycle of chanting it loudly at me while running around me in a circle, and then raucously laughing and pointing at me. This seemed to go on for hours, one of those allnighter dreams that again, most of you out here have had, and thus, again, you can “RELATE”! How do these things all RELATE now folks, to the newly opened up, and reopening of several major points, regarding human consciousness, the mind, the brain, and the true interconnected hyper-spacial realms of time, subconscious mental realms, and so many other RELATED topics; you may all be wondering about, right around now, me' peeps? Well, allow me, or to quote from December of 1972, and up on Long Island in Babylon, New York, at 175 Peninsula Drive, at the home of my mom's cousin's hubby, Mister Heinz Great Banker Gottwald; “Permit me”, to explain this junk to you now in greater detail and elaboration. As I speak, doors are slamming at 10:24 this morning. It's either coming from one of those two endlessly fucking major annoying irritant asshole ILLEGALS in UNIT # 608, or UNIT # 605. WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?

All the people out here, are thoroughly convinced and falsely so, that they are real and tangible, and that there is a real and solid world around them, made up of real things, and real people; and Albert Einstein knew better, and he proved it all completely, mathematically, and scientifically; Detective Ed 'L&O' Green, sir!!!!!!!! So now EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE, CAN GO AND LOSE THEIR DAMN ASS JOBS, huh ol' pal, yo????????

I hate the idea of having to open up such a complex subject, but it most definitely must be done, and so I will do it, just not all right now, today, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Once we truly get what is happening, then the so-called 'Hollister-Occult' stuff, begins to take on brand new meanings and once never imagined colors inside of the unfathomable electromagnetic spectrum of true-reality, at least here on this blown out hyperspace area called by some mystics and psychics, the 'Physical-Plane'. So why did I not make a bigger deal of the lovely Mizz P. H. Hollister H. on my first couple of years blogging, some wonder? Well, could it be that I HAD NOT STARTED TO REMEMBER LOTS OF POWERFUL AND INCREDIBLE SHIT, back then, and to quote the lovely lady-critic on my HATEPAGE from the Internet-Radio Station WFMU, or maybe it was some other lady making some other comment regarding my blogs and the early discussions regarding and concerning the great Astral-Plane's “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, maybe I am just making it all up as I go along. Well, to some degree I am, as this is an endlessly ongoing search for the truth, and it ain't like any of you, or me for that matter as well, was born with all of the mother fucking answers to it all, yo! So right about here, I suppose a HUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan “WOW and WEEEEEEEEEE” are in 'perfect non-Pennock' order, with or without fantastic mind controlling air conditioners, Mars Graphic Services of Westville, where I enjoyed so many wild characters, such as football legend Joe Nemeth's cousin John Nemeth, or any wild areas of the great mysterious north-lands. Still, I think of John all the time because his famous cuzz is always on the TV advertising for wonderful MEDICARE. WOW-WOW-WOW. Gimme' a buzz someday if you';re reading any of this, John from the print shop. The boss, Steve wanted to know stuff, and when he was given (GIVENS) the opportunity to do just that, his wife, at least IMHO aniwho, put a gigantic and immediate kibosh on that, in the autumn of 1996. but them yo, these were indeed extremely weird, inconceivable, and volatile times; 'naut' just for the Mountainpen, but for the entire damn ass world, me BRO! Call me up and we'll hash out old times. I am listed in the system or any internet display of Fort Pierce White-Pages, Mark Wayne Mohr. My life has no closets, and no secrets. I deplore and detest secrets, look what has all resulted in my wonderful screwed up Huntington family, with all of their dirty nasty disgusting whittle huh hush secrets. Me, I blow the closet doors right off their mother fuckign damn hinges. That is what I do, just like Trump builds “Great Structures”, as that is “What he does”. SHEEEEEEEIT; I am growing extremely fucking ass nauseous.

Arthur Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with an ax, in their sleep. What a damn ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF YOU PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Yes, gorgeous inmate Alice Ciminelli said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick Wooooooolf's Law& Order. She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for short), “They have all the power”! Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the quintessential anti-bums. But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the power; only all the power in the prison system. The billionaire's have it all, and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon, suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie; another great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”. This sudden coming upon her, while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or how true might be a bit relative, but still; this knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious matter. It is called, MORIANITY. It finds us, we don't create or find Morianity. Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!

BANG-BANG-BANG, THREE STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS OF THESE CUNT LAPPING ANNOYING DOORS, SHERIFF MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't tell me that someone or something DID NAUT cause me to miss that TOWN-WATCH MEETING. I know differently, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, with or without my lousy timing, Mister Musical Arranger, Tom Glenn sir, may I say right now on this rotten ass miserable as usual Hollistertober Halloween Day of 2019,

''MELLLLLY MELLLLLY CLISMAS''; Ex-FCC Director-Chairman, Bob McDowell; old buddy, from 1972, at the great wonderful awesome Cooley Wormhole Hall of Haddonfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Folks with lots of fucking shit to lose and nothing to gain by Mountainpen's blogs, do all they can to screw them up, don't they wonderful SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, kind sir?

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Hey peeps, the world sucks for just about all of us, but that's no dam reason to go all crybaby over it, YO.

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Me, O sort of have a little bit of an excuse to do this, do I “NAUT”,Mizz AT&T BLAKE??????

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KIND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY NAUT:

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 17

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

AND LASER RETRACE AND DISTANCE DELAY LUNSAT FIELD TECHNOLOGY ALL ASIDE, FOLKS; I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, AND NEITHER DOES THE GREAT DAWN-MARIE KING, OR THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO MECHANIC, WITH THE LOGO'S ALL OVER HIS DAM WEIRD JERSEY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They fucked up my browser links with the Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, the Seaport Hotel of Boston, and the Jupiter lighthouse of good old FLORIDA, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! What else can the MILITUFORCE and their pals from DOGTOWN and the BRIGGBASE do to me on this or any following HALLOWEEN???????????????????

DECEMBER 8, 2015,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 10:17,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-74/L-59).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 67.

WIND IS NNE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 8.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0009.

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Well between that monster punch that Keisha pounded my right arm with, fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW, you and me are two near time amputee patients, huh old neo-ho-rengay key oh, chanter guy?

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer! Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions here, lovely Boston meat-packer, turned DISCO-QUEEN!

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So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already.

What the fuck are you laughing at, YO?

My life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay, I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either, YO!!!!

Hey, it looks pretty, YO.

The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 0000.

Hey, it looks pretty, YO.

Patty and the gang just illegally froze up my mother fuckiGN 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 RECOGNZE 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.

Like WOW, Mister Macy-34.

In 1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party, and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold, and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of th e2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, an dhow WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.

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 FOR THE PAST THREE DAYS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER 29, 30, 31, OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS MY TRIAD ENEMIES IN THIS PH BUILDING, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THE BOM!!!!!!!!!

(BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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9:39 ANTE' MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY MORNING

30 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

TWO STRAIGHT MORNINGS ARE NOISY AGAIN, IN THIS MISERABLE FUCKING PLACE WHERE I MUST LIVE, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN KEPT POOR AND OPPRESSED ALL MY CUNT LAPPING LIFE, NO MATTER HOW GODDAMN HARD I EVER HAVE TRIED TO LIFT MYSELF OUT OF FILTHY ROTTEN POVERTY IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE; OH GREAT SENATOR DAMN SANDERS,KIND SIR, YO!!!!!! The only step below where I now must live here in this horrendous nightmare PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING of good ol' Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, would be underneath a bridge somewhere with the cock sucking bums who would slit my throat the second I fell asleep!

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This cunt chewing ILLEGAL SLUTBAG ABOVE ME, according to the old resident manager, is just another ILLEGAL GUEST WHO VIOLATES THE RULES, AND STAYS OVERNIGHT WITH SOME OLD FUCKING WORTHLESS FART; AND SHE MAKES ALL THIS RACKET WITH HER CONSTANT MOVING AND THROWING AROUND OF MOTHER FUCKING FURNITURE, AND SHE IS ALSO NOISY IN THE CUNT EATING KITCHEN AS WELL. The regular residents are not that bad, it is always, as was yesterday again, with these ILLEGAL BASTARD ASS COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME, WHO I WAS ALSO TOLD, ARE IN VIOLATION OF RULES AND LAWS, as they were barred from coming here to this building, and yet, Fort Pierce Police, THEY DO, and they won't ever stop doing it either. Yet all my life, if I spit on the DAMN sidewalk, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, I would do a Monopoly Game, and “GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, WITHOUT PASSING GO OR COLLECTING MOTHER FUCKING $200”.

Now it is high time to temporarily go around the greatest points and subjects of Morianity that make it what it is in fact; and move onto a side tangent for a short while. That is to say, move away from all this 'DAMN' 'hyperspace' discussion throughout all of these blogs of nearly fourteen years now, so as soon as I post up ANOTHER MAGNESONIC COUNTERSTRIKE ON THESE NABE-ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN, I will continue on with this discussion, me' kind Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Techs out here, and any other AATS or NON-AATS BLOGAUDIANS, yo me' great BRAHHHHHHHHHH'S and SIS'SSSSSSSS, and without any of lovely awesome Mizz Susan Lucci's 1983 SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-NAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE!!!!

Well the great latengrate Mizz Aretha Franklin would tell us all so nicely in her fantastic music for many years, that she felt the Earth move under her feet. If this shit being done to me is not punished eventually by some absolute force of omnipotent power, then this entire thing as the Mountainpen has claimed all mother fucking along, yo, IS JUST A HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS GAME, THE GREAT GASME GAME OF THE COINS AND THE COILS OF THE INCONCEIVABLE PURGATORY. THIS HAS BEEN MY CLAIM NOW SINCE I BEGAN THESE BLOGS NEARLY 14 YEARS BACK, AND I WANTED VERLY VELY VELY NON-BOB MCDOWELL BADLY, TO HAVE BEEN CUNT LAPPING PROVEN MOTHER FUCKING WRONG, ONLY IT SEEMS LOVELY MISS FINCH AND AWESOME AT&T MISS BLAKE, THAT I WAS 'NAUT'! If I a incorrect in any of this, then feel fucking ass free t show me the errors of me' ways maitees, but do it intelligently, and Notfondauonebit Jane, but do it in better ways than making fun of the Tellosians or the poor bastard who no longer is able to come to this lovely Patty Ouchbite Building, of all great DRY THROATS, EVERYWHERE! TANKS FOLKS, and big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B-O-O-M” YO!

Tricky-teet-teet, oh wonderful PURGATORY! Yes folks, I HEAR BACKHOE-BEEPS in my pussy huffing sleep and 'dreams' (Hyperspace Travels) to be more accurate!!!! Now the ILLEGAL FUCKING COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME ARE STARTING UP FOR THE DAY AT 10:12, AFTER HOURS OF EARLY MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING FURNITURE DOGSHIT ABOVE ME. For the past two days it HAS BEEN UNITS 608 ACROSS FROM ME & 707 ABOVE ME. Still when we include the usually more noisy nabes next door to me, we get that unmistakable mother fucking NUCLEAR TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL) GROUPATION, or (THREE SURROUNDING DIRTBAG PRICK NABES), in other words, yo! Yes folks, the entire thing is not happening physically, but rather in a realm where things exist exactly the same way only they are all multiplied by the square of the constant, or put in very elementary and parochially verbiage, yo, multiplied by the speed of light times the speed of light. Dividing that reality by C-SQ therefore means, that our true existence becomes localized in human consciousness. It is said that our entire body, and that includes what is above our necks; is maybe at best worth a little over a dollar to medical science. My point is that the magic of it all, are the ELECTRONS that activate this wild magical fucking brain-goo (gray-matter), and without these electrons, as any Neuro-Surgeon will tell us, racing all around this weird stinky goo, “WE ARE DEAD”. If you doubt me, go to that great fantastic “L&O” Television show, and the episode where an illegal organ harvest was performed by a crooked Neuro-Surgeon with a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GOD-COMPLEX, and hear how he told the ADA “When a Neuro-Surgeon says you're dead, YOU'RE DEAD”! Guess who just mother fucking reared her totally ugly head again at me, folks? Yessir, good ol' miserable witch-bitch JF the Sleazeweedsdisease on steroids. I must now of course compensate wit my groupation of lovely FIVE 55555 NUMBERS, so here they goddessdamn are, me' gwate folks:

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DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, AND WITHOUT ANY GREAT SIXTIES BANDS WHATSOEVER. OH THESE ANNOYING MOTHER FUCKING ILLEGAL COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME. HOW SOME FOLKS AROUND HERE REMAIN ENDLESSLY AND ILLEGALLY PRIVELAGED, WHILE OTHERS SUCH AS ME, DARE NOT EVEN EVER EXPECTORATE ON LOCAL SIDEWALKS, WITHOUT FEAR OF GOING DIRECTLY TO THE ROCK ROAD MASCARA HOTEL, AKA THE LOCAL COUNTY JAIL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

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KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL ® 1980

MARK WAYNE MOHR

PINK GODDESSES

MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

GARY MITCHELLS

AND CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS

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 FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER 29^th AND 30^th, OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT #608 AND UNIT #707, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THE BOM!!!!!!!!!

(BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LINKS TO MY ORIGINAL BLOGS OF THE BOM:

[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Same Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from 1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!

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About me

Gender	MALE
Industry	Security
Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown??????? “Nope-nope-nope-nope”, Jimmy Stewart, yo!

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze 'stop' reading this blog right now, great folks!

{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}

The reason that you all are surrounded by physical life is because the electrons running around in your human-brain are bringing this illusion to you, just as if you went to the movies and the dude or duddess upstairs in the projection room are doing the same thing,bringing the illusion to you that life is going on on a truly empty screen in front of you. When you reach out to touch any so-called solid object around you, ever, all you are truly feeling is an invisible electromagnetic field. That is what is 'solid' and not the so-called illusionary objects. When a giant wall of water takes a surfer for a joyful ride at the beach, it is not the water, but the invisible energy that is moving through that water, one molecule to another one, The same thing with a great wind from even a twister or a hurricane. Invisible energy is being transferred from one air molecule into another one. The air is not moving, and the water is not moving, no matter how your senses insist that this is not the case. It may look like it is a real wall of moving water or a huge twisting debris field in a tornado. It is not however. It is always just ENERGY, the world of the invisible. This is what Einsteins great formula was truly all about, and the joke was on him all along. He never ever concentrated on the inversion of that formula. The energy of your beingness is all that is real, and your dreams off of this endless purgatory are just that, DREAMS. To say that everything is a worthless delusion would not therefore be an inaccurate statement. When the GASME'S are injected into the mix however, it does tend to spice it up just a wee fucking bit, don't you think?

I have been screwed with by machines under the PAWM-PIE weaponry-tool of OTAMM-SCUM for nearly three solid decades on this really bad high level, and done of this shit is one bit new to me, in fact it's getting very mother fucking ancient and beyond annoying cubed. Recently since 2008, it has been computer hacking, but take those lovely Harry Callas digits of that year and invert them and ''up it by one century'', Doctor Sagan, and we can get things such as, ''Lenny Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's, illegal telephone tape recorder''? Go ahead, tell me how I am incorrect here, and we can do a remake commercial and get a new young girl with long hair all filled with shampoo, going, ''WROOOOOOOOOONG''.

I am really at my mother fucking wits end of cosmically being in daily situations where I may as well have a group of folks dressed like mob enforcers in polo jerseys walking up to me; each one giving me that ''you're dead meat'' kind of eye contact, while striking their fists into their hands; and might as well all be singing in a harmonized choir, all perfectly pitched; the lyric: “Try getting out of this one” if you get me' drift here, me maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So do I dare 'stay connected', Mizz 'Bondi'?

About the Attorney General

Don't you mean, Mizz Moody, or better said in my family, Mizz Velocatron???? TEE-HEE-HEE Lilly Munster!

Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida

'Stay Connected'

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Not that long ago, kind peeps out here; this machine-magic of our present age and time, would literally get you hung as a witch, and then even more recently when I was growing up, if anyone any where had ever told me seriously, that things like the internet and all these wild 'linking' magic tricks and social-media, and all of it, were really real AND EXISTING SOMEDAY IN MY OWN LIFETIME; I would have punched them over and over again, until they had fallen down in lots of fucking pain, for daring to insult my intelligence to that kind of a degree, yo yo yo yo yo yo, and yet, HERE WE ALL ARE TODAY AS WE APPRACH MONTH NUMBER ELEVEN OF TWO THOUSAND AND NINETEEN YEARS OF THE COMMON ERA! WOW to THAT, Mizz lovely WINFREY, and yes girl, I am down to 199 MOTHER FUCKING POUNDS, and still DROPPING IT OFF GIRL. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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MY COMPUTER CRASHED AT 11 AM, KJM!

I AM EXPERIENCING A WHOLE LOT MORE OF THIS GODDAMN ASS MAJOR FUCKING HACKING TRYING TO GET THIS INTO MY BLOG, AGAIN, MISTER BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND BUDDY! SSSSSSSSOOOOOO, MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME NOW; MAKE ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN???? Tora Lora Lora, Lora Lies, and broken promises; right my wonderful black birds, all over everywhere, watching over me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Making it through July 4 is one thing. There still is the weekend, then the soon to come twelfth, and the eighteenth; anniversary dates straight from HELL itself; pertaining to the mighty WASHCLOTH CLAN. Now, am I correct about all of this, Jenny Washburn, and David Cuzzcleanhands of Smithtown, NY-USA?????

Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:

My wonderful PEE; thank you for taking such great care of me. Still, Dawn and Ann have me kidnapped in that universe; and I managed to dream-flash away a couple hours ago; but it was horrible! I suppose this family will have me trapped with them forever, fifth dimensionally. There is just no dam escape. The lightbulb won't ever ever ever come on; will it my wonderful awesome daughter, PEE??????????????

MY OLDER DAUGHTER IS HACKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME, AND THIS IS EVERY BIT AS BAD AS 2008 AFTER CHASE TOLD HER THAT I HAD PURCHASED HER MUSIC PROJECTS, AND AFTER I LOADED IN THE COMPUTER ONE JUST FOR FUN. SHE SOMEHOW KNEW I WOULD DO THIS, AND EVER SINCE, IT IS AS IF SHE JUST LIVES TO DO THIS TO ME! Y JIMMY Y, Y IS SHE DOING ALL OF THIS TO ME; JIMMY DINERSECRETS FROM FREAKING ASS HELL???????????

I NEED YOUR HELP MY WONDERFUL PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE, and maybe this is you playing with me, no one would believe this, I only typed PEE one time, then after that, the margin of the document altered, then the color went to bright white, and I just now changed it back.

Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!

PEE, I am going to try something huge. I am taking a deck of playing cards, and I want you to tell me as I place them down now, if you are here inside of this computer as a T3E, which numbers you wish me to be aware of. The joker cards and the royal cards are removed, and all that's left is the ace through ten cards of the four suits. Man if this works, this is gonna' be so way cooler than any high powered cassette decks and amps that ran on twice the electrical power for beyond RIAA quality standards that even today's best digital electronics cannot yet accomplish. Even shit like remaining transistorized parts on the mother board, bypassed by higher heat yet still used to make the system function, way back in late 1980 somewhere at a New Jersey apartment living room on early afternoons, before leaving for job at the RPL Sound Recording Studios. Now, if you are inside this machine, write down or memorize the 40 cards. OK, I have shown all 40 cards to the machine. I now am going to begin some writing that the hacks can be used to show me numbers from one through forty of this deck of cards. Let me go on with the blog and see if indeed, my wonderful PEE can do something here, as I feel she is now inside my computer, asleep from her parallel universes of course, where she is just as much tangible and physical as I am right now, here.

Now when I wanted to change color on the pasted in other font a short while back, it did not work on the first try, and the mouse kept losing the highlight, as many times it does over and over, but this hack made it work on try number two, so I am going to see what card number 2 in in the deck, and this deck will not be altered, and thus will throughout this experiment, always have the same card, such as card one will always be 2-H. Card two will always be 3-S. Letters mean H-HEART, S-SPADE, C-CLUB, D-DIAMOND. Now this second card is a three of spades in the cycle of this deck. If I can communicate with this hack using this, and find it to be PEE, or MERRY, I will of course keep experimenting. This might just be the revelation of the decade for me, but I am not going to get my hopes up anywhere near yet, lads and lassies. I want so badly to have some contact with my daughters, and yet, I don't trust either one of them very much, as they seem to think a lot of stuff is funny, that is not at all funny, especially MY. I would really hope this to be a new communicative tool, but it reminds me too much of MC's sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She and Sarah Karge know only too well, they share too many things for me not to believe what I do, bulldozers and Bolivar Hotel heat all just one part of this very nasty business, am I right; Estelle Anderson Imlandingnow Bassler; of Ormond Beach, North Florida?

SO W—O—W,

MISTER MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSSOOOOOO, Arthur Crane Himacane, if you're remotely interested, the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office is most likely not going to return my legally paid for Morianity-Foundation website disc, and am awaiting to hear from them still, as I speak-type. Nothing changes, ever since the super hyper time huge change that went down, just because I fell asleep with an earache in 1986 after coming back from a trip into the Pine Barrens of New Jersey one late night, with my pal, David Charles Roth, and nothing was ever the same. I believe that OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY has a quote regarding this, so I will paste it in right here. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.

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Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!

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