NUMDWATATES
NOTE Z2
10:23
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
19
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SATURDAY,
OCTOBER 19, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
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.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-15-19
*****************************************l******
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
EXPECT
AN EVEN HIGHER STS RATING NEXT WEEK, ON THE 22nd
OF 10-2019.
STS----(Secrets
Thermometer Scale)
Yes
as a result of this blog today people, the rating will be a minimum
of one red star in. If you are not in the mood for, and I will quote
the great wonderful President Barack Obama here, a real
“doozie-whopper”, well, I have some great advice for you, yo.
QUIT READING THIS ONE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 HORRIFIC
18 AND 19 OCTOBER,
OF
2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, WITH THESE SUPER NOISY ILLEGAL NABES NEXT DOOR,
AND THEIR ROTTEN ILLEGAL CHILDREN, IN UNIT #605, 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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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
These
mother fucking noisy total scumbags next door to me have driven
me up a wall for two straight days now, and it is only cunt
lapping half past ten A.M., on this SECOND STRAIGHT SUPER
BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19th
of 2019. THEY HAVE SCREAMING ILLEGAL CHILDREN SLAMMING DOORS, AND
HOLLERING IN MY HALLWAYS, AND THIS HAS GONE ON NOW, SHERIFF MASCARA,
FOR TWO STRAIGHT CUNT EATING DAYS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote me at Camp Chesapeake in July of both
the years 1967 and 1968, to my Camp Counselor, Mister Mack Kaiter,
“This, in or out of the Dairy Queen, is totally fucking
weedeekawuss”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beat me up if you want to
tall gorgeous Katy!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miss
Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda came close, but she failed to STRIKE
ME WITH HER GROUPATION OF ONE-NUMBERS,
so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, AND AHA AHA AHA, MIKE 1971
FUCKING MCNULTY, from the illustrious Church Farm Private
School, of Exton, Pennsylvania, owned by the Breyers Ice Cream
people, the great Schriner's, or however they spell they fucking
name, Mike Soft Hellwrecker Spellchecker, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really
do hate the guts of GOD, as all this entity wants to ever do is bless
total worthless fucking scum like Don John Trump and his billionaire
bastard fiends from DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE, and curse other nice people
who only think of ways to help humanity, and never think in a greedy
overtone. If that is what this fucking miserable GOD is all about,
fine, screw HER! Want more thoughts on her from me, rock-in roller's
out there, from 1997? The hackers are alive and well trying their
annoying little cunt chewing tricks. But then peeps, SOSO-WEIN,
SSDD?????????????????????
Well
people, you may or may not remember the blogs of mine back in cunt
huffing early February in 2009, when I took a horrific cock sucking
mother fucking motorcycle attack, while driving to my
afternoon/evening work-shift at my job as a guard at Cifaloglio, over
near Folsom, New Jersey. I had just passed the mother fucking
Hammonton, New Jersey Skating Rink, and POW, YO; a huge blotor-motor
sickie cycle assault in league with a monstrous airplane assault,
greeted me after they burned me with an over-riding control circuit,
at the traffic signal just past the rink. The Russians are coming,
the Russians are here, Mister mother fucking great Jonathan
Winters!!! A major word processing hack just struck me here at Stacey
JACK-HACK-ATTACK Lattisaw Township. The spell-checker has been hacked
to stop working, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir! They have not yet hit
my software I had put in, to (*) out curse words, when I post up to
BLOGGER, and the fragile ears of our phony society. Everybody uses
fucking fowl language, just like everybody does lots of nasty little
things, and it is all kept hushed up and secret. At least I don't
believe Leticia Tilley is from 1986 when it is 2009, nor would I
enjoy the supposed 'pleasures' of Russian female urination! I removed
the '*' soft-W.
Yes
folks, deny what you know is true all you want, from dirty disgusting
habits, talking dogs, Russian sexual preferences, & my
preferences, which indirectly led me to being a little younger than
my chronological age since any labber will tell any of you that human
saliva is not that different from human blood, and needs not be
screened for typing; but rather, just for great looks. Still, the
most powerful thing folks deny is the impossible, you know, for lack
of better verbal terminology, ''MIRACLES''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If Christ
were to come back today, he would be considered to be Mister
Blaine or Mister Copperfield. We
all remember the great television show, 'Next
Generation Star Trek', entitled 'The Devils Due', with
that lovely Ardra! I said way back in 1971 that super high technology
or 'electronic powers', were what was really going on with all
things, even this so-called almighty GOD of ours, AKA Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle, and yes, she even fucking spelled
out that great last name of hers, in that wild
experience she gave me while I was 'sleeping' in December of 1969,
you know Mister Childress, the exact
time the original Project Bluebook
was shut down, and I for one don't mother fucking believe in
coincidences, not like this one, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Epitome of Harassment, whatever version, 1995 taped version on
cassette sound tapes, internet version of 2006 of our new-age common
era, or as Robert Andrews from 1975 said so damn frequently,
''whatever'', gee and weeeeeee! Well, to quote the mother fucking
cunt lapping folks on the recent news broadcasts, kind peeps out
here; yes sir/mahm, “we're now in the longest running bullish
fucking stock market in the history of the Godsdamn thing” (DJIA)
Dow Jones Industrial Averages, or
the crooked criminals of dirt bag WALL
STREET, for a shorter description, who
are killing me!
This
was CAPPED in from:
BLOG
5 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
Does
anything ever fucking change for poor old cock knocking Mister
Mountainpen?????????
You
only think I have told 'forbidden shit', peeps and
Milituforce enemies. You ain't fucking heard diddly shit nuttin' yet,
Mister Albert Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANNY—ROTTEN
OL' GRANNY!
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