Wednesday, October 9, 2019

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9 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





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Whenever I take an assault from the mother fucking MILITUFORCE late at night/early in the morning, a standard GASME GAME is always in play where THE NEXT DAY IS GONNA' BE TOTAL FUCKING HELL AGAIN, as in the case of this present mother fucking day, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR. My NUKE-TRIAD-NABES FROM DOGTOWN-HELL are horrible AGAIN today, with the roach bag illegal cousins across from me in UNIT #608 in and out with shopping carts of all sorts of endless junk that they bring into there and causing me RODENTS AND ROACHES, and the dirt bag rotten ILLEGALS NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT #605 slamming and banging on my walls constantly and continually. Endless SLAMMING LOUD DOORS JUST NEVER STOP. This has been going on now since a nice quiet weekend was suddenly and quite mother fucking abruptly changed into HELEN WHEELS as they say out of the true-Madonna Blue. One minute is is perfectly quiet and okay, and then POW, the quintessential bipolar MILITUFORCE dogshit kicks in with another very dependable OPPOSITES deal from their endless damn shelves of ultimate bipolar epitomes!!!!!!!!!!





THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY ONE OF THE WORST MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR STRINK ASSAULTS ON ME, AND IS ALSO ABSOLUTE FUCKING CUNT ELDER-ABUSE, SIR SHERIFF KJM, KIND SIR, 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 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 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 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 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 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 YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

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Truth is stranger than fiction, and THAT is indeed just plain simple reality, yo. Many things are true and real, and no one who is not experiencing similar things can ever hope to know that it is so. If one is not relating, one can never truly understand. AND THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.

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I can't speak for the residents of Pennsylvania's Frog Hollow Camp, or lovely fifth grade girls from the James Stoy Grammar School in 1965, but I do know that this world is indeed a VELY VELY AMAZING PLACE TO BE, and that is because of the Purgatory's wild and fantastic GASME games and nothing else whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I can however SPEAK FOR MY GODDESSDAMN SELF, YO PEEPS! There is absolutely nothing but endless fictional baseball MUDVILLE for poor elderly pitiful whittle fucking cunt sniffer me. NO JOY in or out of NO JOYSEY!!!!












YOU MISSED ME TODAY, MIZZ ROTTEN-ASS JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE STINKING NOTFONDAUONEWHITTLEBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can thank the great gods of Purgatory that I am now typing onto PAGE-12 of my open-office word dock system, yo. So for you, wonderful fighter CHESTER-FRANK, and any and all other shoe-knocker-outers out there, from ultimate fighter David of great awesome Smithtown, New York up on Woody-Guthrie-Island, to anyone else anywhere and everywhere who may someday come to challenge him, I say now unto ye, merely and simply Thisssssssss:

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!






I will tell many more things in coming blogs, regarding just what is truly and verily going on in my humble opinion anyway, with al of this GASME-GAMES, and then I will tell a whole damn ass lot more about the ASTRAL PLANE and the great 'high-energy-entities' who exist there in this endless purgatory, the mighty COINS and COILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Patty Hollister's Fascitar showed me how to access the great ASTRAL-PLANE of existence where we, all of us EXISTORS, endlessly EXIST, YO!!!!!!! How does music fit here???? Well forget our daughter. Patty too is a fantastic operatic vocalist, in case the world is ignorant to that fact, but I do know for sure that I have many other things to tell about the connecting worlds of Patty, me, and music, and this would absolutely CROSS OVER WAY TOO MANY RED LINES, so I must limit what I say if I don't want to be totally cremated and pummeled to my grave, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Allow me to slightly enlighten all of you out there just a wee whittle mother fucking bit more, yo BROS and SISSES!!!!!!!!! The hugest 'GASME-GODS GAME' with the Mountainpen, seems to be ALL ABOUT MUSIC or really described more accurately or scientifically, organized cosmic blending of sonic vibrations. So if indeed I am correct about my HUNTINGTON FAMILY, and its monster-ass horrendous fucking CURSE, and that I am the CHOSEN NON-CHURCH HUNTINGTON in all of this, as in CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON (I AM) CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, or changed into reverse diction when spoken to me in a confirmation, to 'C.H.U.R.C.H.' Or Chosen Huntington U R Chosen Huntington, well, a moron idiot kid in soiled ass fucking rotten diapers can see how these letters seem to do a JAMES REDFIELD ABBREVIATION OF VERIFIED SYNCHRONICITY, that speaks an absolutely undeniable truth and reality here, yo!!!!!!!!! This gets a lot more complex when we examine how indeed GAMES not only are there, and were obviously created/invented by the COINS & COILS OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE of existence (purgatory), for the soul purpose of DISTRACTING THEM AWAY FROM THE NIGHTMARE TRUTH OF ENDLESSNESS, but also, how only a GAME can free poor ME (Mountainpen) from the drudgery and horrific curse of ENDLESS POVERTY AND OPPRESSION while trapped here in the body of HUNTINGTON CURSED (CHURCH) one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr! The game of ROULETTE as introduced to me in early fucking cock sucking ass December of 1982 by Mister George Belton NON-BELTONE, of NO JOYSEY, is THE ONLY WAY OUT FOR ME, as this can indeed have the endless potential for permitting me to ESCAPE THIS MONSTER-ASS HUNTINGTON (CHURCH) CURSE ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL, 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 YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF IF I DO NOT COME OVER TO YOUR OFFICE AND SIGN A COMPLAINT, I WILL END UP TAKING THE MOTHER FUCKING LAW INTO MY OWN HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Oh yes great folks, sometimes we all need to just admit that things suck, and not play-hero like a bunch of phony ass-wipes. Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total shit for the most part, and let lovely beyond white-hot Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG, be goddess damned straight into Dogtown-USA or without the USA, just damned to HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Hell and murder”; huh Psyche Myrathus, YO?????? JEEEEEEZE-FUCKING-LOUISE, YO!

My best to your pals from 'wherever'.









Yes sir/ma'am; Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total shit for the most part!!!

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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI); I have picked up an old hack, that stopped and has returned again recently; and I call it the PH or the (PASTE-HACK), Mizz Hollister Bounce-Around, YOYO, JOJO!!!




You go to highlight a text for copying it, and only some of the highlight stays on, and after you go to where you paste in, you have no view of the hack. Another old hack that has returned is total word changing. This is a fairly fuckign easy task to perform for black hat hackers. Word Programs and Office Programs have correction systems already built in, so they modify and adjust shit so that words will change, and you won't see it, as nothing shows up with red underline corrections to errors since a new legitimate word is created. I recently fucking said that WALL STREETERS rule this planet with IRON FISTS,and you all know I got super fuckign hacked and screwed with by none other than those WALL STREET HACKERS THEMSELVES, making it come out, HONEST FISTS, the very last thing they are and that I'd ever type up is THEM BEING HONEST. They're as mother fuckign crooked and dishonest as I am unhealthy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Probably ten times more, and Mister fucking Harner sir, 'THAT'S SAYIN; SOMETHING', YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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This is the absolute mother fucking worst assault on me since I moved down here to cunt lapping Florida. This one truly takes the cunt lapping cake as well as the mother fucking party ice cream, and the gifts!












Who the fucking crap are you laughing at, BUD?

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JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE!







There was a man up in Elm, New Jersey, next to Mullica Township and Hammonton, as you would drive westerly from his house, and with or without my daughter's wonderful driving instructions at age 14 and ESS-Whatever; but he used to say to me a lot as we spoke; as he would say things, such as concerning the questionable honesty to a fault, of my Cousin Donald the great, huh Jeb Casinos Bush, and I'll quote him, kind folks; “That's just reality, son”!

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Yes FBI; this mother fuckiGN major PH HACK is very mother fucking annoying, not to mention a BLATENT MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION; when you know it is being continuously done to interfere with me trying to get my nightmare fucking story out to this planet under my guaranteed American freedoms, and rights to indeed do so; and you're knowing about it, and then you're ever lasting permitting, of all of my rights to indeed be totally and viciously fucking violated, for thirty years; day after day after day after day after day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




I'll say one thing for the Great & Powerful and lovely appearing, Dawn-Marie King; and that is, I would love to take daily showers in her delicious slobber. When she used to get in my face and scream at me, she had no idea how wonderful and awesome it was to literally drown in her love juice, flowing like blissful rivers, into my face and all over my parched dry pathetic lips. Like mother fuckiGN beyond W—O—W Mister 34-R.H.M.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

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I always had a secret fantasy of Joe's fiance' Elisa, busting into my room, and having her way with me, the way her dam fiance' Joe's distant CUZZ-PAULA did, three times, in 1967, in 1969, and in 1996. LIKE 'WO', BILLY H. Timing, planning, how the danger hovers. When you know, they know you know!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark and SSJKK know the diction all right, Mister Mass Shooters and all great recent symbolism, huh great FEDS? I tried to tell you all dots connect, and you all fucking back burner laughed and mocked me the way the cops all do, in real life, and on TV as well, YO!






You're just now beginning to realize how clueless Mister Poolroy-95 and all of you, really have been about me, all along, YO dudes!



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Laugh the fucking shit all you want to, people. She said that Goddess will get me for this, back on the telephone, from the great island of NO JOYSEY, known as LBI after Dave Roth and I began that invented abbreviation in early 1986.



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You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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Yes, keep your great fucking jobs, Copyright Officers, and Ed Green and I may end up losing ours, and WOW Macy, what incredible BUNNY SYMBOLISM, huh DICK WOOOOOOOLF, from lights on when returning from river jobs, to detectives getting into trouble in the great MANHATTAN. Yes, so you lose your dam fucking job, Copyright Office Examiner. Would that really stack up to my hell ever since then, while you did? Just what do you think will be spoken to you about that, at your LIFE-REVIEW, on one of the twelve Astral Plane Linelane Gates that approach into the great capitol (HOLY) city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal? I can hear it now, but can you? Didn't you care at all, about telling him the truth, let alone screwing me out of my legitimate law cases, against song thieving pricks, from DOGTOWN, YO??????????? JEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, just explain how you can turn this shit into one of your famous positives, lovely great Mizz Twinbay, YO!!! Hey Deezy Slim, do these pricks in my life even deserve our passing thoughts? You know I really enjoyed that night you were over here and we were having fun doing all sorts of shit on my computer. Thank you again, YO my pal. But why the twins popped up I'll never know, as I never ever had any Google-history with anything at all that would relate. Oh well, that's life, or in France, it would be more along the lines of saying the name of the ex-Atlantic City mayor, you know, 'SAY LEVY'!!!!!! HA HA HA!!!!














































































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










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I am getting another CABLE OUTAGE HERE AT MY RESIDENCE, Sheriff Mascara. These mother fuckers are NAUT GONNA' QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME TO DEATH, and it is ALL BECAUSE OF ROTTEN DONALD DIRTBAG CRIMINAL TRUMP AND HIS PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, BEING USED AND APPLIED AGAINST ME, SINCE THE MIDDLE MOTHER FUCKING NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!! The modem totally died at ten minutes shy of four, and now it is back on again. When the modem dies, it kills my phone, my internet, and my cable-television services. I AM GOING TO GET RID OF COMCAST VERY SHORTLY, since they either are doing this to me, or they are permitting this to be done to me, and either way, I refuse to pay for the delight of these asshole fucking shits to continue persecuting me day and night, yo!!!











I emptied another WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING CAN OF RAID PEST SPRAY in my apartment about fifteen minutes ago, RIGHT BEFORE THE OUTAGE STARTED, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully this will alleviate the ROACH PROBLEM for three days or so. Many times I need to empty A SECOND RAID CAN into the apartment all over the place before I get three days or so of peace from these cunt lapping fucking rotten diseased cockroaches, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. With these ILLEGAL BASTARD GUEST COUSINS across from me over in UNIT #608, it will always be nothing but dick licking endless ROACH-CITY IN HERE, no matter what I do, and all that I can hopefully do is somehow eventually save enough doe to move the fucking shit swallowing hell out of this miserable PUBLIC HOUSING NIGHTMARE BUILDING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and away from these rotten miserable lowlife animals who pass themselves off as homosapiens. AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNY!













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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 HUGE FUCKING TIME ON THE 7th AND 8th DAY OF OCTOBER, OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT ON ME, using my diseased evil TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES, as well as whoever is bringing me endless rodents and cockroaches, and also whoever is hacking my utilities and computer, and harassing me on the telephone with ILLEGAL and non-collectable debts; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!











Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.









Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).











Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

































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The great 'GASME GAMES' OF THE GODS and how they connect into the worlds of MUSIC would take literally lifetimes to blog about in full elucidated detail. Still, I can slowly keep plugging away telling more and more and more and more, and thus, this is exactly what I plan to mother fucking do, yo BRO!!!! After-all, I am I really and truly and verily supposed to forget somehow some day some way, the PEARL HARBOR NON PATRICIA HOLLISTER magical day in 1996, over at the SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE, where I was told by PINK GODDESS DIRECTLY, in that wild “VISION” as the “BIBLE” would call it, and I quote HER; “Hey boy, let's play a game called (Guess The Name Of The Guests)”!!!! GAMES, GAMES, GAMES, HACKS, HACKS, GASME'S, TWOS AND TOES AND SUE AND USE AND ON AND ON AND ON WE CAN GO FOREVER AND EVER AND MOTHER FUCKING EVER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













The entire business or industry that pertains to musical stuff, or in America, the RIAA (Recording industry Association of America), seems to be hopelessly and absolutely inescapably intertwined and connected all through me and my life. My best friend in adult life, Mister David Charles Roth was in direct contact with ten or more female recording artists who for whatever reasons were willing and seemingly desiring to be in a continuing written correspondence with him, and I saw the letters, and yes, THEY WERE TOTALLY GENUINE, just ask lovely Rebe Jackson if I am making any of this up, folks! I have had over a dozen songs that I wrote over decades and decades of time, altered ever so slightly and then stolen from me, making these great artists many millions of dollars and the industry (RIAA) billions of dollars, while I am left to live here in ROACH FUCKING HEAVEN! Still, the bitching and moaning is not what this blog is about, so I will curtail this and get right back on Archibald Bunkerqueens 'PERNT'. Before I do, fucking rotten worthless JANE WHORE FONDA NAILED ME AGAIN, WITH ANOTHER ONES ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must of course now immediately cunt-phlegm-rape (compensate) for this diseased sleaze-bag!




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The hugest GASME-GODS game with the Mountainpen seems to be ALL ABOUT MUSIC or really described more accurately or scientifically, organized cosmic blending of sonic vibrations. Even before the year 2008 when I learned that my own daughter is a part of that world, things were always totally and absolutely MUSICALLY CONNECTED with me, and there was, to quote my old 1980 record promoter when he bought his CB radio, and conversed with his lady-pal Miss Chillie; “No doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS AND COILS or GODS and GODDESSES have one verily gigantic and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE objective, to quote the great wonderful Senator Sanders who I pray for continually, and that is, to distract themselves away from the nightmare that HAUNTS THEM ENDLESSLY AND CONTINUALLY, ABSOLUTE ETERNAL EXISTENCE, and this is because WE EXIST, and you either EXIST, or you DO NAUT EXIST. Time is an illusion that is only something that springs forth after things all cool down in hyperspace from the 'BIG BANG' and eventually allowing matter to EXIST. Before that, it is all SPIRIT, or (ENERGY). The only way for them to stop at least temporarily, the agony that distresses their innermost beingness without end, is to play CHALLENGING GAMES, and this is why the sports and games phenomenon exists here on mortal plane life with us human beings here on the EARTH-PLANET! This is where we get our Olympics from, the great Olympian GODS of the PURGATORY. John Henningsen the magical CIA AGENT from the sixties couldn't have said it better if he tried. His great quotation to me is quite unforgettable, Sir Nathaniel Cole. He would say, “It's just that simple Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!
















Every single thing done to me seems to be somehow connected with music, just pick a few things at total mother fucking random folks. How about the interaction with the giant lovely brunet who I knew that I knew from my past and was blocking it, who came to me at the area outside of Atlantic City's Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue and the Boardwalk. What did she do? SHE SANG HER SONG TO ME, Mister Tom Glenn, that's what, good old mother fucking unforgettable “LOIS FOCA”, or spelled out completely, 'Love Is for Carpenters'. A young lad for no Earthly reason decided to brutally assault my SATURN car back in June of 1996 while I was inside a psychic shop getting a reading. This young dude of fifteen and three quarter years of age went onto marry my daughter. When I was down to my very last dime and about to be out on the street and unable to pay my fucking automobile insurance while living at Doris Plum's nightmare building on Main Street in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; I was suddenly hired by a place called RPL Sound Labs, where I later found the great disco diva Donna Summer's HAIR ALBUM all stashed away in their magical attic, after purchasing a Dual Turntable, and Mike the Studio Printer told me to go up there and grab a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE pile of 33 vinyl album records, and one of them was her back in the sixties, and another record was a totally unknown work of lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter. Pick any topic, and the world of music is just literally buzzing all throughout it; and it is all so absolutely unmistakable, and far beyond inconceivable!










I will tell many more things in coming blogs, regarding just what is truly and verily going on in my humble opinion anyway, with al of this GASME-GAMES, and then I will tell a whole damn ass lot more about the ASTRAL PLANE and the great 'high-energy-entities' who exist there in this endless purgatory, the mighty COINS and COILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Patty Hollister's Fascitar showed me how to access the great ASTRAL-PLANE of existence where we, all of us EXISTORS, endlessly EXIST, YO!!!!!!! How does music fit here? Well forget our daughter. Patty too is a fantastic operatic vocalist, in case the world is ignorant to that fact, but I do know for sure that I have many other things to tell about the connecting worlds of Patty, me, and music, and this would absolutely CROSS OVER WAY TOO MANY RED LINES, so I must limit what I say if I don't want to be totally cremated and pummeled to my grave, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Truth is stranger than fiction, and THAT is indeed just plain simple reality, yo. Many things are true and real, and no one who is not experiencing similar things can ever hope to know that it is so. If one is not relating, one can never truly understand. AND THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.

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I can't speak for the residents of Pennsylvania's Frog Hollow Camp, or lovely fifth grade girls from the James Stoy Grammar School in 1965, but I do know that this world is indeed a VELY VELY AMAZING PLACE TO BE, and that is because of the Purgatory's wild and fantastic GASME games and nothing else whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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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 HUGE FUCKING TIME ON THIS DAY 7 and 8 OF OCTOBER, OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, BY FULLY WIPING OUT MY HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST ACCOUNT TWICE AT HALF PAST EIGHT LAST NIGHT, AND AGAIN AT 4:09 THIS AFTERNOON, WHOEVER IS HACKING MY PERSONAL FUCKING COMPUTER, AND WHOEVER IS BEHIND THE ENDLESS BEBT COLLECTION PERSECUTION ON ME, AS WELL AS THIS 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.

































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My CUM-PUKE-HER just tried to CRASH AGAIN at 1:52 P.M. My dirt balls across the hall, and their ILLEGAL SCUMBAG COUSINS are all here MAKING A LOT OF DAMN-ASS FUCKING CUNT NOISE IN THE HALLWAY AND SLAMMING THEIR DOOR ALL DAY AGAIN TODAY, & BRINGING ME ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING COCK ROACHES, SIR SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, YO!!!!!!!!! I JUST FUCKING KILLED A BRAND NEW SLEW OF THEM IN MY NICE CLEAN MOTHER FUCKING KITCHEN, RIGHT AT THE TIME THEY WERE STANDING OUT AT MY DOOR MAKING SOME WEIRD SOUND AND INTENTIONALLY FUCKING CUNT ANNOYING ME. IT IS ALWAYS ONE OF THESE NUKE-TRIAD-NABE SCUM NABES FROM DOGTOWN-HELL, IT NEVER EVER STOPS OR LETS UP. The outside sounds are back again too. I found out what it is. It is mother fucking loud noisy road repair right to the left of my window with zillions of fucking loud construction workers and equipment. This is two afternoons now of total DOGTOWN-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









This is now 3-STRAIGHT NASTY FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAYS here for me, SHERIFF KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I called the library research department and they gave me some nice leads for joining some local area UFO organizations. This is what I now will do, and tell the world of my life's nightmare experience with all of this shit talked about for nearly fourteen years now in Mountainpen's BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These diseased mother fucking twat huffing sicko bastards simply have left me NO ARCHIBALD BUNKERQUEENS 'CHERCE'!!!! As I speak-type now, the annoying phone calls are starting up at 2:02 as well; me' kind Sheriff, sir, yo!!!!













Jim Burr told me at the Deptford Mall up in NO JOYSEY back in the great disco year of 1979, “Mark, I think the answer is that there isn't any answer”. I've discussed this before, and now plan to add a few more details. We are obviously all endlessly trapped inside of a very HUGE GAME. This incredible yet very simple knowledge of ABSOLUTE TRUTH, would however throw the established order of humanity into an inconceivable chaos literally overnight should I ever be somehow able to prove this to the satisfaction of acceptable legal-court-evidence. Still, my life not only proves and verifies it all, but it is totally an indisputable truth for anyone with eyes and ears to indeed see and hear.













After just about the WORST SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR OF ALL MY TIME RESIDING IN ROTTEN OVEN HOT FLORIDA FOR NEARLY TEN STRAIGHT YEARS NOW YO, I played a roulette game late last night around eleven or so, shortly before retiring for the night and allowing my spirit true essence to begin exploring the incredibly vast regions of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. I do not play on every BOTBAR DAY, but rather only on SUPER NASTY-ASS BOTBARS such as yesterday. I use the opposite/follow system, as this is not a system of pure exactness but rather involves some judgment at each individual play and bet that is made. If an exact system is used even as before as many may recall, I have learned that THE GASME GAME that I am stuck in here along with all of you as well, will indeed find ways to corrupt it and FUCK IT ALL UP! However, if I use something that requires a personal judgment that is based on an idea of sound mathematical principle, I stand a much better shot at the FAWCES being more disrupted and hence unable to thwart my attempts to break out of this monstrous, and yes lovely wonderful Mizz Erica Kane of AMC, thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss snake eating demonic HUNTINGTON CURSE that is keeping me endlessly miserable, down, oppressed, poverty stricken, and pathetically pitiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are numerous ways to make bets after graphing opposite and follow outside roulette outcomes, and the best one that I never used in the Atlantic City casinos and of course should have, is what I term and label, taking advantage of the magnetic forces of RANGES. Once an established range shows up on any of the three parameters of outside roulette number outcomes, then whenever the ranges are at their wall, the bet is simply to keep the opposite/follow score in its range that has held for three times or so before. This way in long running play, a bettor can expect to win three out of four placed bets or twenty units of profit per forty bets placed, minus of course the house-VIG when the green zeros pop up. Last night after the worst possible day happening to me, I could not seem to lose one bet that I placed, while using 'thisssssssssssssss' method here, Mizz lovely All-My-Kids-Erica!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HAHAHA, Mizz Jane Witchbitch Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda, YOU MISSED ME!

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No matter how I cut it and keep trying to endlessly prove to myself exactly who is behind doing all of these things to me on a physical-plane level on this Earth-Planet, it always comes up the highest probability that it is none other than that monster BIG-BIZZ total criminal crook, Mister DONALD JOHN TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, I have seen for myself, using PATTY HOLLISTER'S MAGICAL FASCITAR, that DJT runs and operates on the ASTRAL-PLANE of existence, the mighty frightening horrendous condition-interaction (place on the AP) known as the “BRIGGBASE”! He also is in absolute charge of the Astral-Plane's one third of its 'political machine system', known there as the (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL), and is known by a hand-few special people here on the mortal world of caporial human life, such as masters or near masters of the Variagi order of Eckankar! This one third of the Astral-World Authority or 'AWA', is actually known there as the “Lambrigger-Minority”. The Millionth-Council is literally made up of a total of 999,999 Astral realm 'entities', divided as one third of them and two thirds of them, and human bibles reference this also as the one third of the FALLEN ANGELS. In charge of all of the Astral Political Machine, if forced to be put in human realm terminology here; is the QUEEN GODDESS or the great PINK GODDESS HERSELF, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle or 'SSJKK'. This adds the number one to the number 999,999, making this the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. That is the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY (AWA), the great 'MC'! My blogs were not shy from their damn ass inception to tell of all of thisssssssssssssss right from the beginning of them, Mizz LOVELY-LUCCI!!!










Now each single astral-entity is always in a balance when reflected in a totality. So the groupation of these political entities that reside in the great CAPITOL CITY OF THE ENTIRE ASTRAL PLANE, CALLED SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, that are twice as many in numeration, must then individually each have only half the power (energy) of those residing at the BRIGGBASE outside of the great capitol city, the 'Lambrigger Minority'. These entities have twice the power as the entities in the SDKM (Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority). This allows the perfect balance that always MUST BE MAINTAINED. To produce an easy example through visualization here folks, try this on for size.

So without including PINK GODDESS here:

666,666 entities in the SDKMJ

333,333 entities in the LBGMN

999,999 total of entities in the M.C.

Looking at the numbers, it is third grade level to see how in order to maintain this exact and equal balance, the 3's need to be twice as strong while the 6's need to be half as strong. On the face of it we tend to wonder how things that are seemingly connected with thirds end up balancing in halves and doubles, but that is just the way mathematical things tend to work. A quick way to work it in your head is to see that one third of nine needs to double in order to become two thirds of nine, and concentrically, two thirds of nine needs to be halved in order to become one third of nine.











Now how does this fit into my problems some just hopefully may be wondering and querying in their minds right about fucking now, at least I am legally free to hope and dream and aspire! At any given time, the FAWCES surrounding me on the physical plane of human life, while the 'true-me' is trapped inside a body that is powering a bio-chemical 'BRAIN', and while I appear to be the generational cursed pitiful person who must currently be carrying this awesome family-curse so that the SALVATION-GAME'S chain is not broken; I am living within the rules of the human plane with its natural and physical laws that are created in the LAWTRONICS of the system, that Morianity calls and labels, the SEVENTH-DIMENSION. While here physically, at any time, the odds may favor the good fawces working through human beings around me in a two to one balance, but things can be quite deceiving, especially in mathematics where again, as with the two's verses the three's as shown above, it is not all that difficult to arrange orders of things, as after-all, look how we can take flowers and create amazing and mind bending lovely arrangements, or an even better example is of course with music. Here we have twelve semitones that if randomly put together would sound about as awful as the noises that I have been forced to tolerate all my life. Yet mixed and put together properly and with talent, and we get a vibrational harmony that is only exceeded by heaven itself. So once the 'FAWCES' arrange for all of the peeps that would ever potentially be able to help me in life, to be everywhere else possible than in my close proximity, while simultaneously arrange for all of the peeps that would ever potentially be in positions that would most injure me in life, to be all around my close proximity, that is the ultimate step one that quite fucking cunt obviously they have indeed managed to achieve very damn successfully for sixty-five years now. Then if someone good slips through the cracks, they only have half the needed power to overcome those many bad ones already surrounding me all over the place, such as mean neighbors, rotten coworkers, rotten bosses, rotten landlords, you name it and the MC's GOT IT, or the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY if you prefer that term, (AWA)!













Still, talking on a more human level for a few minutes here kind folks and great AATS, this indeed IS ALL MY FAULT. I should have moved out of FLORIDA a long fucking cunt time ago. Back even before the 2016 elections and even before that in 20145 when dirtbag arch rival BRIGGBASE ENEMY, Mister DJT threw his hat into the ring and decided to run for the office of the United States Presidency, my blogs and you all know this well, talked about how I NEEDED TO RUN AWAY TO MEXICO. All through 2013 and 2014 I said it over and over and over, just pull the fucking archive if you doubt this or refuse to believe it, yo. MEXICO THIS AND MEXICO THAT, MEXICO-MEXICO, MEXICO, it was all I harped on all throughout 2013 and 2104, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! Even before, but especially after, the monstrous evil demonic TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI-NARK-SQUAD performed their evil fucking covert HOLLISTER-MAGIC, and cut off my necessary medication that I took since the summer of 1983 to STOP ME FROM CHOKING TO DEATH, I was talking about 'RUNNING AWAY' FROM THIS EVIL EMPIRE-USA, AND DOWN TO TJ-MAY-HE-CO, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Now let us carefully and open mindedly examine another powerful truth that stares us down and appears to be every bit as ugly and awful as any infected sore tooth ever was on anyone's worst mother fucking day, yo! I sent on a MUSICAL PROJECT, TO THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE, BACK IN 1984, WHILE RESIDING AT 506 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS IN VOORHEES, NO JOYSEY, and on this project was that telephone conversation with the magical daughter lab-technician, regarding me choking glandular condition, and my absolute need to take 4Mg of ATIVAN per day or otherwise, I WOULD LITERALLY AGONIZINGLY CHOKE TO FUCKING CUNT DEATH!!! Obviously this was the second time that I was TOTALLY SCREWED by the great illustrious U.S. © Office, as the first time was with the BEEGEE music group RIP OFF IN THE SUMMER TIME OF 1980 WITH MY 'LOST LOVE' SONG ARRANGEMENT, DONE BY MISTER TOM GLENN. Then comes the number two time with the medication, and then THIS TOO USAS USED AGAINST ME BY TRUMP AND HIS HENCHMEN FIXERS AND CRIMINAL HATCHET HIT MEN!!!!!!!! I may not have all the proof I need but I can prove many of my claims, and THAT you may believe and make book on, Sheriff KJM, me' wonderful kind sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!


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The number 5 song was sent on the same open reel audio taped bunch of songs that the other three were on, no different at all, #22, #23, and #26. All four songs were on this one open reel tape, but when the fucking miserable BEEGEE'S ripped off the arrangement, this is how they were able to get scott free away with it. Poor people with no power to legally defend themselves get screwed in this life ALWAYS, or do they? Maybe it is only HUNTINGTON CURSED FUCKING PEOPLE WHO DO? Who can ever really know, breath echos and all, huh???? Tell Mister Beetlejuice I said not to take any wooden spirits or Hollister Statues. Maybe my Aunt Barbara and I can go to the park tomorrow too, if she doesn't change her mood overnight for no good reason. WAF. (What A Family) WAF-WAF-WAF!!!!!!!!!!!

Interesting how this rhymes with LAUGH, if I don't have to do any 'FAVORS' in either Pennsylvania or on PENNSYLVANIA WHISTLEBOW AVENUE, HUH WORLD? What a mother fucking turd chewing wild imagination I have, huh Sheriff KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR??????????????





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These fucking pricks across the hall from me today are pouring it on me with their loud slamming ILLEGAL DOORS AND COUSINS, huh Debbie Moratto???????????









No peeps, nothing I say would be acceptable court evidence in any legal trial in America, and the MILITUFORCE has silenced any and all of my potential eye witnesses to so many crimes perpetrated on and against me for coming up on about four decades now. BIG-ASS-BUTT and but, when countless fucking pieces of some wild gaming jigsaw puzzle pieces continue to endlessly and perfectly fit together, THEN THAT ME' FIENDS AND FRIENDS OUT HERE, IS WAY GOOD ENOUGH FOR OL' MOTHER FUCKING PITIFUL WHITTLE ME, and to quote Mister Esolph and his great marvelous fables, “THAT'S THAT” which is really all the illustrious Mizz Dawn-Marie King meant with her world famous line of “It is what it is”, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes for me to feel totally safe and secure to publicly proclaim, I believe I have way more than any sufficient amount of personal never ending PROOFS to every single one of my so-called WILD DELUSIONAL PARANORMAL CLAIMS OF OTHERWISE MISUNDERSTOOD LUNACY AND INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I say that under private conditions or under full oat in any global legal court proceeding, and yes, fully and totally also under the sworn oath of my GODDESS, Pink Goddess SSJKK, or as others might interject here in the name of our wonderful Federal Congressman when he was still just a fine young lad from New Jersey's Haddon Heights, “WHATEVER”!!!!











In no 'REAL WORLD' that is NAUT SOME GAME (GASME-GAME of the COINS/COILS), would those who profess their love for Jesus Christ the 'SON OF GOD', be on the same side OF A TOTAL DEMONIC PRICK MONSTER POWERMONGER, such as President DJT, and ALL OF THE MAJOR UNITED STATES CHRISTIAN RELIGIOUS LEADERS AND ORGANIZATIONS AND TELEVANGELISTS are indeed “TRUMP-ALL-THE-WAY” people! This simply cannot be A REAL WORLD, or at least peeps, the same one that I know for sure that I GREW UP IN BEFORE I DIED AND WENT TO DOGTOWN, CONFIRMED MY WONDERFUL PRESIDENT JAMES EARL CARTER IN A POWERFUL DREAMING VISION EXPERIENCE OR 'WHATEVER', back on that horrendous fifteenth day of August in the year of 1986, or as Jewish Lightning Landlady Mizz Williamstown Doris Plum might call it, the FIF-DEENTH of AUGUST!!!!















Hey as the 'L&O' crew would say it, maybe I don't need an endocrinologist, but rather “THAT'S NAUT MY 1984 PROBLEM. Only my kid knows the real truths about all of this, 'dry uncleared throats and all'. We all know that my story just simply fucking put, MUST BE TRUE. How can anyone explain away this entire mother fucking deal,. Come on, gimme a damn ass bwake willya Margie Leo?

My 1985 doctor M. Miller Bittle, ''My Philadelphia Father'' book.

How many other various city fathers and hockshop books are out there somewhere in the mysterious corridors of time, Doug and Tony?



    1. C Miller Biddle Md


    1. Internist
    2. Address: 701 E Main St, Moorestown, NJ 08057





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Now why does the FAST AGAIN FUCKING BOOSTER want to act up, or is the MILITUFORCE TIME TRAVEL BRANCH suddenly activating through the great matrix of all hair colored girls 'EVERYWHERE', YO?

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Sarah Callio has no magic cat, by any name. Still, I do miss Midge, Ann's wonderful dog. Yeah right, Ann's dog. MY open reel machine left out with the big audio monitors, on Eighth Street, in Pine Hill, New Jersey, in the late summer time or early into autumn, of 2000. Mister Gutherman, are you annoying my daughter, or just having your taxes prepared by expensive experts????????????????????














SOMEDAY, IF IT TAKES ME A MILLION YEARS, BOB PATTERSON; I WILL FIGURE OUT THE ALMIGHTY! NIGHTY NIGHT, LADS AND LASSIES OF HYPERSPACE. AND FOR ALL THE WILD CHORDS OF ICABOD RIPOFF CRANE AND THE MIGHTY COPYRIGHTED BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP, YO,




MAY I WISH MYSELF A LOT OF LUCK ON THAT ONE, NEW KIDS, OLD KIDS, WILD KIDS, AND ALL KIDS, HUH KIM WILDE?










AND FOR ALL THE WILD CHORDS OF ICABOD RIPOFF CRANE AND THE MIGHTY COPYRIGHTED BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP, YO,















There has been a MAJOR FUCKING CUM-PUKE-HER HACK, DISGUISED AS THAT MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ANNOYING MICROSOFT 'UPDATES' DOGSHIT. THIS HAS FUCKED UP AND TIED UP MY MACHINE FOR OVER AN HOUR NOW, FOLKS, AND HAS FUCKED UP the BIO-STATS ON MY PERSONAL INFO PAGES THAT I KNOW I PUT UP THERE AND NOW IS GONE LIKE THE FUCKING MAGICAL HOLLISTER HALLOWEEN BEACH ALCHEMIST OF ATLANTIC MOTHER FUCKING TURD CHEWING CITY, IN NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!



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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 now she lies forever strapped

inside a field that keeps her trapped.

Ralph and Sandy cry the blues

Because their queen from hell must lose

The valve of space and time is gonna'

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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 HUGE FUCKING TIME ON THIS DAY 7 OF OCTOBER, OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, BY FULLY WIPING OUT MY HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST ACCOUNT TWICE AT HALF PAST EIGHT LAST NIGHT, AND AGAIN AT 4:09 THIS AFTERNOON, WHOEVER IS HACKING MY PERSONAL FUCKING COMPUTER, AND WHOEVER IS BEHIND THE ENDLESS BEBT COLLECTION PERSECUTION ON ME, AS WELL AS THIS MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AND FROM OUTSIDE WHEREVER IT IS COMING FROM TODAY, 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





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
























































































I have not taken the LIGHTBULB HACK in numerous years, and that just popped on a few seconds ago, and it is now precisely 4:35 on this major fucking SUPER BOTBAR DISAFSTERNOON, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND THIS IS A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING:










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THE MOTHER FUCKING ENEMY MILITUFORCE JUST STRUCK ME WITH ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER HEALTH ASSAULT ON MY BODY, BEFORE I BEGAN THIS CUNT LAPPING BLOG, FORCING ME TO GO AND SHIT IN A HURRY, FORTUNATELY JUST FUCKING MAKING IT TO THE COCK SUCKING JOHN, AND AVOIDING THE CLEANING UP OF ANOTHER NASTY-ASS HORRENDOUS MESS ALL OVER THE PLACE; SHERIFF MASCARA, ACLU, FBI, STATE AND LOCAL PEEDEE, AND ANY OTHER POSSIBLE CARING PLACE OR AGENCY, OR PERSON OUT HERE, 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 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, I AM UNDER A HYPER MAJOR SUPER ASS FUCKING TOTAL DICK EATING:




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MY COMCAST CABLE SERVICE WAS FROZEN UP AGAIN. THE ASSAULT AND PERSECUTION HAPPENED AT 4:09, AS THE HEALTH ATTACK WAS ALSO BEGINNING ITS SIEGE ON ME SIMULTANEOUSLY, YO BRO. SHORTLY BEFORE THAT AROUND TWENTY OR SO MINUTES PAST THREE, I HAD ANOTHER HARASSING DEBT COLLECTION PHONE CALL FROM THE CRIMINAL CROOKED EXTORTION KINGS KNOWN AS 'PORTFOLIO RECOVERY'!







I was awakened to major loud outside noise unless it came from an apartment somewhere in the building, sounding like loud metal clanging and crashing into other metal. I was unable as is the case so many times, to visually find out where the source of this fucking annoyance was stemming from, and I tried as I always do, believe me folks, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! This was around shortly past two P.M.













Here is the mother fucking WEATHER REPORT FROM 'TWC' as of 3:53 on this MAJOR MONDAY SUPER BOTBAR TOTAL FUCKING DISAFSTERNOON, YO YO YO YO!!!!










TEMPERATURE: 84 DG-FHT

HEAT INDEX: 92 DG-FHT

SKY CONDITIONS IN TOWN: PTLY CLDY

AIR QUALITY: GOOD

SUNRISE IN FORT PIERCE: 7:17 ANTE' MEDN

HUMIDITY: 72%

WINDS: E AT 16

RAIN CHANCES TODAY: 90%

TOMORROWS PREDICTED HIGH: 86 DG-FHT










OBVIOUSLY THAT MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG WALL STREET STOCK MARKET IS STILL EXTREMLY VOLATILE. THIS IS WHY THE MILITUFORCE USES THIS MONSTROUS COCK SUCKING TOOL AND WEAPON OF UTTER COVERT DIVESTATION AND DESTRUCTION AGAINST ME, CALLED, PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY. Ever since Mister jerk off fucking Trump found out that I used it at his casino that day in good old mother fucking jerked off Atlantic City, No Joysey, in the summer time of 1986, my days of Madonna's true blue heaven ENDED FOREVER, and he and his criminal fixers and henchmen BEGAN USING THIS TOOL AND WEAPON AGAINST A LEGALLY BORN UNITED STATES MOTHER FUCKING CITIZEN, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, AND LOVELY COED 1997 PRIZE PATROL WINNING, MIZZ K.J. MCALLISTER, NOT CROWLEY, AS IN JOHN J SPROUL THE CHILLMO OR WHATEVER HE DID BACK IN CUNT CHEWING TIME SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. I AM DYING SHERIFF, AND MY BLOOD SIR, IS ON YOUR HANDS HERE IN YOUR CVOUNTY, FROM THESE SICKO DISEASED MONSTERS, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















The ADA Mister Ron Wirtz Senior over at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office in Camden City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, told me that it was absolutely “BIG BUSINESS” that is doing these things to me. I believe him as he also told me that “THEY” have “BUDDIES” in the “military” services who indeed carry out the air strikes on me, as well as “BUDDIES” in the civil government system who pass legislation's that endlessly do all that they can covertly and invisibly to injure me and every part of my life to the maximum possible degree that they can get away with pulling it all off with minimal risk of the forbidden EXPOSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I carefully examine and measure how these things all of this time without fail, seem to endlessly have an absolutely planned objective, goal, and purpose, throughout all of this unfathomable persecution being done to me since I left the COOLEY HIGH HELL HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG; one cannot escape observing the reality that just AS BIG BUSINESS WORKS AND OPERATES in exact perfect planned and very systematized ways, THIS TOO IS A PERFECT REFLECTED MITRROR IMAGE OF 'THEM', you know, the peeps behind the great illustrious OZ-CURTAINS OF “BIG-BIZZ”!!!!!!!!!! It really does most definitely endlessly dispel any wonderment or query that maybe, this great man at the Prosecutor's Office was wrong about any of this. It seems to be 100% on the mother fucking $$$$$$$$$$, Sheriff Ken Mascara, me' kind wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















One really mother fucking major thing that proves to me should nothing else be there to prove it to me, that indeed, Mister WIRTZ WAS TOTALLY CORRECT regarding the “BIG BUSINESS” enemies of WALL STREET, AND THE ICPE-APE-TRUMPED-TECH, is that business does not operate the way NON-BIZZ stuff does. For example, they only go with what IS, and equating this to energy, I am speaking of kinetic verses 'potential' energy. I can fucking threaten a million times to do something that will in some way big or small, HURT THEM, to warn them to fucking back off, and unless I actually do it and then it DOES REALLY HURT THEM, it is words falling on deafer ears than Helen Keller's. If I 'just say' on my blog, that I will do something that will have 1000 units of negative effect on the MILITUFORCE and their ops, it is literally a trillion times less of potential power for me, than to 'actually DO ONE THING THAT DOES' have negative effects on them, even if that effect measures only 5 units. This is a powerful thing to come to realize and know in this MAJOR FIGHT WITH THESE MILITUFAWCES all these mother fucking cunt huffing decades of time, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!













SOOOOOOOOOO Mister Crane sir, if nothing else exists in all of this Morianity, it is perdy dern fucking swell and swift to come to know and realize that I HAVE THROUGH PURE LOGIC ALONE, PROVEN THAT WALL STREET AND BIG BUSINESS, AS THE ADA PROSECUTOR IN FACT TOLD ME IN THE NINETEEN-NINETIES, SHERIFF SIR, AND FBI DUDES, IS THE ENEMY CULPRIT WHO IS DESTROYING MY LIFE AND WHO WIPED OUT THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT POOR PITIFUL LITTLE DEFENSELESS SPECIAL ED KID!!!!!!!!! Must make them feel like real big heroes, yo!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!

Really BIG ASS HEROES!!!!!!!!




HERE COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING ROAD CONSTRUCTION NOISE AGAIN, SHERIFF SIR!




WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!



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