BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE K2
1:19
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
7
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
STATS
ON THE 'BOM' BLOG:
Aug
24, 2019 5:00 AM – Aug 31, 2019 4:00 AM
BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
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Enemy
MILITUFORCE
sub-scum, blew out my damn bowels at shortly past one this morning,
and this powerful illegal assault on my frail elderly body is taking
its toll. Yes great AATS, at nine minutes past one this
MOUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, around just shy of Mizz
Jane Sleazeweedsdisease time,
I took a nasty cramp and diareah attack, and these bastards across
from me, these ILLEGAL
ASSWIPE COUSINS
with their endless bicycles, are slamming in and out day and night,
and just did another one now at 2:25 A.M., Sheriff
Ken Mascara, sir.
As if anyone in this town of corruption could care in the least
aniwho, yo????????? People get away with all sorts of shit around
here just as long as they are connected into this totally corrupt
political local system, JUST
AS WITH CHICAGO AND ATLANTIC CITY, HUH AUNTIE ALICE WHITESLAVER
GALLAGHER,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?
You and hubby, and your
pal Mister McGuire's
great illustrious mother fucking totally worthless rotten father, huh
yo, BRO?
STATS
ON THE BOM:
Sep
26, 2019 7:00 AM – Oct
3, 2019 6:00 AM
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SATURDAY,
OCTOBER 5, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 2:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2
WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
Of
Mountainpen)
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THIS
IS NOT YET POSTED, AS THIS IS STILL IN THE MYSTERIOUS REALM OF
PHOTON-PROJECTION, AKA (THE
FUTURE).
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me
ON
THIS DAY
7 OF OCTOBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, WIPING OUT MY
HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH
BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST
ACCOUNT AT HALF PAST EIGHT
LAST NIGHT, AND ALSO CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY
TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES, 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.
At
about 8:30 last night, Sunday night, my Comcast Television service
was hacked and fucked with, starting this most recent new assault on
me, Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was forced again, to REBOOT, and
praise be to the north polarized FAWCES of the EMF in their
interaction with the CARBON-ATOM, it then resumed normal ops. Still,
this started the attack for Monday
and the NEW WEEK,
along with the endless unrelenting mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY
applied against me, ever since the middle nineteen fucking eighties,
as we
all know quite well by now;
huh Mister Joel Islander of the great state of NEW
YORK?????????????????
Miss
Whoreshit
'Notfondauatall',
just tried to fucking cunt nail me with her page
eleven dogshit,
but I
closed my eyes
before
she had a chance
to mother fucking pull
her evil
scummy skunk turds off against me, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
great AATS peeps, and any
other Blogaudians out here
that may be even remotely interested in hearing thisssssssssssssss,
and you too Mizz
MicroSUCKS SPELLchecker AMC-SLEK;
that Roadway Trucking Company employee who told me that day early
into the 21st
century and 3rd
millennium, that “I need to watch the Matrix movie”, laugh joke
wow yuk yuk funny funny funny Sheila Franklin, had his facts somewhat
out of order and absolutely discombobulated to the seventeenth power
of exponential mathematics. Yes, as per the true wisdom of those
behind the so-called fictional MATRIX-MOVIES, once we all truly
verily see and realize as plain as day, that the connections to all
dots here in physical caporial life, exist as an ASTRAL (line of
light energies groupation) between 'things there', we can then begin
to visualize these so-called 'Matrix-Movie' dots and dashes or
'whatever' that go onto become redhead girls, blond girls, brunet
girls, and zillions of other things here as well my wonderful peeps;
yet in Astral Truth are no more than these blips of energetic
whatever, and even more importantly we then can realize those
powerful and awesome biblical truths about laying up for ourselves
treasures in heaven, and scriptures that teach that things must first
happen in the heavenly realms before they go onto exist on the
Earthly physicality, also known as (AKA) here and now in the fifth
dimensional physicality of our human-beingness. In other words put
real simple ass easy as shit, even I whop know so much about these
things, still steer my boat in the wrong way. I first see the storm
and the way I wish to go, and all of that, rather than first
literally seeing that there is a true reality where if I just think
hard enough about it, I can move those tiny little dots and dashes
around to where they need to be, thus effecting things that I could
never really have any meaningful effect on by merely trying to lift
super heavy weighted objects that even Sir Hercules could never do.
This in a manner of speaking is like applying the forces to work on
your side rather than on their side, using paranormal pulleys and
fulcrums and so forth.
About
a week ago or maybe a little less, I woke up with my hands in a
semi-praying position only held outward as if somebody attempting to
crack their knuckles. I did not wake up even though my body was in
pain from doing thisssssssssssssss, Mizz Erika Lucci, me' lovely
flower. HALLS mighty evil HALLoweentown FAWCES wanted me to wake up
in great pain, and I did awaken eventually to me holding that
interlocked finger position very tightly, something that I would have
absolutely no mother fucking reason to ever do if awake and conscious
to this world's reality through and by way of my five natural sensory
systems, AKA the five-senses. We all have heard how SATAN does shit
to peeps when we are ASLEEP. We also have heard from the great AAT
Society and their beliefs that this is NAUT ASTRAL PLANE GODS but
actual physical plane beings or space beings, entities, aliens,
whatever the fuck they or anyone else may wish to call and or label
them! When I was in my late cock sucking teens, I would awaken many
times at that Dellway Arms Apartment that I was residing in there on
Oakland Avenue, to suddenly biting extremely hard as if my life had
literally depended on biting through something as hard as solid bone.
That
too was always extremely painful,
and put me of course, in a very bad mood on the following day,
since my mouth and my teeth many times would
still be in excruciating pain from this event,
that had ABSOLUTELY
NO RATIONAL RHYME NOR LOGICAL REASON FOR OCCURRING WHATSOEVER, YO,
Professor Michio Kaku and Sir David Childress, me wonderful awesome
BROS!!!!
I
absolutely totally mother fucking believe wholeheartedly, that the
great BLACK
FILE AGENCIES
do
know the absolute truth,
that indeed, these ASTRALPLANE
COINS AND COILS
(GODS
AND GODDESSES),
are behind this entire mess that humanity is stuck in, and they
do know precisely what is going on around all of us,
and yes, they
know that we couldn't handle this horrendous and monstrous mother
fucking nightmare truth that exists
all around us all, and that we all are totally one hundred percent
helpless to stop it or prevent or run away from any of it, NOT
FUCKING CUNT EVER, EVER, EVER!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, I
fucked
up
again,
so sahwee, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! I
said ten years, and it is ELEVEN YEARS
since that mother fucking day that I got home from my security guard
job and drove to the home owned by Judge
Frank Raso,
the local township judge of Hammonton,
Berryville, New Jersey,
AKA 'NO JOYSEY', by Mountainpen's
Morianity!!!!
The
ultimate highest part of proof that could ever be possible in and by
any rational thought process, of that great saying that we all know
and love or most of us do anyway, that says, “The grass is always
greener on the other side”, is the true incredible story told in
the “heavenly's” regarding the 'Existors
and the Non-Existors'!!!!!!!!!!
My
pal Ziggy in the summer of 1969,
would say over and over again how this saying was of major
importance, and that
people were deceived constantly and endlessly, by not seeing and
living its powerful truths.
He was correct but he was only fucking able to give the example of
how peeps on both the north as well as the south side of the Central
Pier where we were at on the beach, were doing the very same things,
you know, swimming in the ocean, playing or sitting on the beach,
even walking on the boardwalk; the whole deal. Taking this to its
maximum quintessential extreme really proves this saying is beyond
important a thing to try and live by, not that any of us ever really
will do this on a continual level; and we all slip, and forget to see
these truths from time to time. If we, the EXISTORS could trade
places with the NON'S, we would do it in a heartbeat, and then the
powerful epitome of truth strikes here, and that being, that if the
NON'S could trade places with us, all of us, any of us, as WE ARE ALL
THE EXISTORS and never ever forget that powerhouse truth please
folks; but if they could trade places with us, they too would do this
in a heartbeat, totally believing the great WOW-FACTOR of gee,
wouldn't that be nice, to quote the great old hit fucking music tune
of days long gone by! If this hugest possible example shows what I
now call, ZIGGY'S TRUTH, to be an indisputable reality, anything else
smaller that would have to be of course always contained within that
larger box of quintessential truth, would also always apply. If only
Ziggy knew such things as these, but them two peeps did know then,
and I am absolutely convinced of that, Patty
H.H. Hollister,
and her friend the
great
and mysterious Beach-Alchemist,
who somehow transmitted to me telepathically the great “LAW
OF 1”,
that went onto completely alter my life in ways that no words could
ever even hope to fully address.
Folks,
here it is hard punching and straight up, and RIGHT ON THE MOTHER
FUCKING SQUARE at the speed of light, with no holds barred at all on
this wrestling mat. I
AM GOING TO HAVE TO GO TO MY LOCAL FUCKING LIBRARY, SHERIFF MASCARA
SIR, WITHOUT WASTING ANY MORE TIME, and begin doing the necessary
research that will then allow me to JOIN THE LARGEST UFO CLUB OR
SOCIETY IN THE COUNTRY,
and for all I know, the AAT people already have such a groupation, as
this would be called on Patty
Hollister
Fascitar's ASTRAL-PLANE
of existence where we, all of us EXISTORS, endlessly EXIST,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot put this off any mother fucking longer, or
I AM A DEAD MOTHER FUCKER AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, CUBAN, AND RESQUARED
BY THE GODS THEMSELVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to tell what I know
after
existing physically on this EARTH-PLANET FOR 65-YEARS NOW,
come 4 December of this year, and I need to have them watch me to see
how real that all of these claims made by me, truly mother fuckign
are, and maybe even hopefully somehow help me with this HORRIBLE
MONSTROUS HUNTINGTON NIGHTMARE CURSE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, that has followed this family down the
generational fucking line now for many many fucking thousands of
goddamn ass years, yo BRO!!!! PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE DO NAUT be too
cock sucking quick to count me out folks of the great AATS, or to
count out my claims and or my knowledge about those things which I
make claim to knowing of because of the life that I have had to
endure and suffer through that goes beyond the unfathomable and
inconceivable times thirty-four and a half octillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poor Mike Patterson. He too has been utterly totally mother fucking
wiped out and obliterated, destroyed and wickedly horrendously
annihilated. As of right now, he is ion lots of physical pain as
these HALLS FAWCES have placed me in as well upon numerous fucking
occasions, his car is wiped out, my car too as you know came close to
be completely wiped out and destroyed back on the electrical number
9-27, and poor old little Mike has many issues on top of this, and we
BOTH GOT FUCKING TOTALLY SCREWED OR SO IT SEEMS RIGHT NOW, with both
of my wonderful ideas that we shared with the great marvelous Miami
FIU Professor. Thins couldn't get worse for the two of us pathetic
fucking helpless fragile frail dudes if an atomic mother fucking
blast were to go off that was a million times the strength of the two
that ended the great World War Two!!!!!!!!!! No peeps, I am left with
no choice now, as Trump won't mother fucking stop tormenting and
torturing me along with his marvelous evil powerhouse cunt lapping
fucking army of shit eaters from DOGTOWN-HELL,
the one and only monster-ass MILITUFAWCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have come to see that I was working with HALLS-SON over at the
Echelon Towers Building at the turn of the nineties somewhere, both
were at the same security company, both were tall AA males, and both
had the exact same surname of 'HALL', and no Mike Soft Spellchecker,
NAUT HALLoweentown, although right about now, yo, THAT WEELWEE
FUCKING CUNT APPLIES AS WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I'll never forget how I could hear his car coming from literally a
mile or more off. He had the most incredibly loud car on the planet.
This is the same place where I had a whole lot of wild and weird
totally fucking cunt unexplainable bullclit shit happening to me,
including the great and illustrious Mister JOE BERRIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the FLASH. WOW THAT, lovely Oprah girl, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!
Zuudlow Zuudlow pweeeeeeze, power power need, sheeeeeeeeeeit, I am
glad I wasn't supposed to say it a third time and get the great Sir
Beetlejuice all excited here, huh lovely daut-MC?
JEEEEZE-LOUISE-FONTY!!!! Some things are just dots and dashes,
yessir. Other things such as this in 1988; well, you would have to
prove to me that this is all just endless bunches of random ass
chance coinkeedinks, Sheriff KJM, me' wonderful awesome kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLS
MILITUFORCES
know of course that me' only two witnesses to that little “other
Egg Harbor, New Jersey school”
stuff, weelwee weelwee 'weelwee' did happen, you know, Diana's
wonderful grand-pappy! Oh boy wow and
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' to all of this; huh wonderful
shoe-knocker-outer Sir CHESTER-FRANK OF NO-JOYSEY???
They
can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But
know she lays forever strapped
inside
a field that keeps her trapped.
©
1983, Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud!
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TRANSMISSION.
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