Saturday, December 28, 2019

AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 7


AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 7




4:00 A.M., ON SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2019









No more photos, no more ugly me to look at, no more “hahaha's”, no more nothin' and no nothin', right lovely DIANA??????? Hey, I am not crying over any spilled fucking rotten toilet water, not even when it overflows onto an extremely expensive carpet such as those at Buckingham Palace, 'OH MY QUEEN!' Yes great QUEEN; maybe I was wrong all of this time, and the great ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE CULT is somehow physically tied into and connected with your wonderful English town, or whatever a town may be called over there across the great pond, YOUR HIGHNESS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know that I speak of the great Lambrigg, England, and when I came to remember my endless Astral-Plane existence folks, I absolutely had never humanly heard of this town on any earthly map on this PHYSICAL-PLANE of human caporial life, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no, this street is most definitely NAUT in Lambrigg, England, but STILL, Detective Lenny L&O Briscoe, I am naut so sure any more about anything, and have come to be made totally aware of the simple fact that ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, merely in varying degrees of probability with perhaps left decimal point zeros stretching into the dozens and dozens!!!!!!!!!!!! Just what if Mister Marcucci or Sir JL from some alternate universe had indeed become a part of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) and indeed as a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, had learned how to totally take over an extremely major look-alike person over here on this side of the Queen's great Pond? Whatever is truly happening with me, it never was limited to THREE TINY LITTLE DIMENSIONS, and nowhere in all of this fourteen year long blogging project called, Morianity Bible for Millennium-3, did I ever ever ever ever ever ever even make the smallest attempt to say that this ain't damn so. This is of course why I will have endless trouble in current day and near future times society even attempting to secure any interest in my incredible wild woes. Now if this was a century from now; things would be along that OZ line, you know, the horse of a different color!!!!!!!!!!! I do know one thing that needs absolutely no transdimensionally effected stuff, to keep it all totally true and vulgarly real, and straight forward. The distant cousin ancestor of the great QUEEN of ENGLAND did have my 22nd granny beheaded, and then hundreds and hundreds of years later on, another DRAKE PIRATE seemed to be totally and relentlessly hellbent on wiping out the financial possibility of my ever coming back from what I call Mountainpen's Last Post-Sarah Stand, Sir Custer and Sir Lincoln, and Sir Grant, and not any Grant's in northeast Philadelphia, where great ultra wild Throat Specialists ever practiced medicine back in the middle nineteen-eighties, yo BRAH!















Yes the great Lamists of the Lambrigg Cult of the mysterious and scary ASTRAL-PLANE of existence is not a groupation of entities that I would ever want to meet up with on any dark streets. They do wear those weird hats, and they do seem to gravitate to wearing clothes that match our great cosmic gateway into the PURGATORY (Astral-plane) that is located a the heart of this galaxy, and just ask any physicist and they'll gladly inform you that at the heart of all galaxies, there is the gateway for the inhabitants of each 'area', if there are any; to come and go! As a child on a bus traveling through Camden, New Jersey one day, heading to Atlantic City, I saw one of them get on the bus, and without speaking one single mother fucking word to me, he told me, “I am a LAMIST”. The other LAMIST I have labeled and named the BEACH-ALCHEMIST of Atlantic City, speak of the DEVIL. But there is amillion fucking tons more of all of this shit that has not even begun to be unraveled or looked at seriously,not even in the entire fourteen years of the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN or the (BOM) for short!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, please STAY-C tuned, great peeps of the Earth-planet!







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AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 6







4:31 P.M. ON FRIDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2019











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Tuesday would have been Donna Summer's 71st birthday, seems so incredibly difficult to believe, but what may NAUT be, is that on this date, it will be cosmically fucking fitting to be our first Morianity's 8th RED STAR RATING on this STS (Secrets Thermometer Scale). Like beyond super ass WOW, lovely and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey!!!!!!!!!





















I WAS STRUCK WITH MAJOR ELDER ABUSE AS YOU KNOW, BACK YESTERDAY PEEPS; and the chemtrail poisons did their goddamn job on me, along with those other two ingredients of me being ELDERLY AND FRAIL NOW, UNLIKE WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN FOR ME AT THE START OF MY MOTHER FUCKING THIRTIES, as well as a major attack all day, OR A NOISE-DEATH-SIEGE (NDS) as it may be shortened and abridged into here; and between all of this, the poisonous CHEMTRAILS of yesterday all day long, brought me to a HORRENDOUS BOWEL AND SHIT ASSAULT. I had to clean the entire bathroom up taking an hour. I shit literally all over the entire bathroom fucking cunt floor, before even having time to lift up MY DAMN FUCKING CUNT TOILET SEAT, SHERIFF MASCARA; as if you could care one tiny iota about me, and what this 'ILLEEEEEEEEEGAL' MILITUFORCE is doing to me and has done to me, ever since the summer of dick licking 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST HOW FAIR AND JUST, LET ALONE “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL”, is all of this; KIND SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR?







































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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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THE MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF DECEMBER 26th OF 2019; WITH A MAJOR AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE, ALL DAY LONG AND INTO THE NIGHT, FOLLOWED BY A MONSTROUS VICIOUS HORRENDOUS HEALTH ASSAULT AND BOWEL DEATH SIEGE, AND MAJOR ALL DAY LONG GROUND AND AIR ASSAULTS, AND ALL OUT ELDER ABUSE, AND ALL PART OF THE ICPE-APE-RELATED TECHNOLOGY USED BY DONALD TRUMP AND HIS RELENTLESS ATTACK ON ME, FOR FOUR DECADES NOW ONGOING; 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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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P









































I have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my entire life is a result of an ASTRAL-PLANE reality that transfers down into the human Physical-Plane of life, as the HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!! But then, and “STILL”, Detective Lenny 'L&O' Briscoe, and quoting Morianity so often here, and now in reiteration; SOSO-WEIN-SSDD???????? I may be somewhat of a slow learner or even mildly fucking retarded, but at least I am naut as slow as my ancient computer!!!!!!!!!!




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I doubt that the mighty Mister Crichton holds my slow learning capabilities against me however, and quite to the damn contrary; he appears to be, as does his large global entertainment company, at least somewhat interested in my musical works, or am I making all of this up??? Cut me a break here willya, lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo, from the Caldor #113 Store, of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USAESMWG?




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Electronics and electricity or ENERGY, is the reality behind everything, and every Quantum Physicist knows this without question or doubt. This is EVERYTHING, and to quote the great Sir Lenny Record-Promoter McKinnon, whom my daughter seemed to be very fascinated with and by, along with the great glittering lights of great cities such as Atlantic City as well as Manhattan; because he said this so perfectly well to his citizens-band radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!! Using utility strikes on me, SEEMS TO BE THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING FAVORITE ASSAULT OF THE MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG SHITPRICK MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!! This is naut something that started last year or five years ago. This has been an ongoing epitomized fucking nightmare for me now EVER SINCE I WOKE UP IN THAT DIRT BAG CHERRY HILL HOME OWNED BY RICHARD BARF-KARPF, BACK ON AUGUST 15th, IN 1986!!!!!!!!!! It has struck me, and it has NEVER EVER mother fucking even made an attempt to look back!!!!! Still, I have existed for eternity, and as Mark Wayne Mohr, for well over 8,000 years. I am trapped in a nightmare cycle of hell. There is a way of escape, and that is to somehow break the cycle, and live continuously in one series or sequence of DREAMS here, and in order to make that happen, I would need lots of very youthful blood, transfused into my body, for several decades of time. Unfortunately, the poor like me, unlike the billionaires, who ARE DOING THIS; are unable to afford to do such these. There is one other way, but that would also not be allowed, as this would be considered to be along the lines of child molestation, even though the pleasurable part of it would only be half of the equation. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! My mom said it all over and over, “You'll find out that it is really quite hard to win in this world, especially as you grow older in life”. But that was not what I was going to say that I gleaned from her on a recent blog, when my brain-dead mind lost track, and forgot to tell about what it was that she had said. I did blog it on prior blogs many times, but I will say it now for better effect, regarding how people do indeed give me lots of great ideas. She said, “Get out and talk to people, you'll be amazed at what you can pick up and use in the everyday world for your own benefit”. SHE WAS QUITE AN AMAZING WOMAN and had a lot of wisdom, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















I am going to discuss SONGS and MUSIC, HALLS FAWCES and their relationship with my SONGS and MUSIC, 22 years ago on this date with the MURDER OF MY MOTHER by these MILITUFORCE HALLS FAWCES, and finally, COOLEY HALL, RPL, and ATLANTIC CITY'S GREAT TENNESSEE AVENUE 'SHOP', that Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler refused to admit to its existence, or that she ran this place during the times of SARAH, and why this ASTRAL MIRRORED reality, then became 'transferred down' into human reality by way of a very strange and mysterious warping of space inside a triangulated magnetic field, and maybe was secretly powered by a wild rail system known as the New Jersey's “High Speed-Line (PATCO) train service; the same place where one day, right after this had been completed; I was on one of their trains, and this was where I remember each time, THAT THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS, “AGAIN”, that is, my endless CYCLE, sir Dave Speas, where time may indeed “be catching up with me”, but I never ever am able to escape this endless cycle and photon wall barrier written of in a wild ATCO MUSIC PROJECT song, about the President of RPL Sound Recording Laboratories of Camden, NJUSAESMWG; Sir Ernie Merker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A child can see, although one might think at a quick glance into all of this, and be absolutely mistaken of course; that the New Group Leader (NGL) was right on the money with something recently spoken by the great super talented Mizz Mariah Carey, regarding her childhood, and I said I did not get it, and NOW, YEAH, I GOT IT, AND ON CHRISTMAS DAY, GEE; SO IMAGINE THAT; oh great ass world!!!!!!!! Hey just because when I wrote the lyrics to that stupid ass fishing song back in 2012, on my 1983 re-write of an old ATCO, NJUSAESMWG tune called, GITYA” (Girl, I'll Tell You anything”); I had no clue how meaningful the very first verse lyrical content was in cosmic JRSS reality. HALLS FAWCES did indeed fucking know, and they are the ones who always appear to be authoring all of every artist's material, AND THAT, I DO KNOW FOR 100 PERCENT POSITIVE SURE, WITHOUT ONE HESITANT SAND GRAIN OF FUCKING ASS DOUBT WHATSOEVER, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, a powerful fucking nocturnal interaction that I awoke from early on Christmas Day afternoon, was what prompted my mind to start thinking along certain channels that obviously then went onto lead me into this newest powerhouse revelation, oh mighty NEW GROUP LEADER (NGL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began where again, I was back at the #10 TRAILER at Mizz Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica, New Jersey, USAESMWG; and without the lovely Mizz Hewitt this time, or her wild scary friends, but they weren't needed in this powerful fucking interaction in Mountainpen's HYPERSPACE, nor were any weird magical school football field bleachers, or so it seems to me!!! Let's move this right along, YO, whoever may or may NAUT be out here in CYBER-VILLAGE, BRRRRRRRRRRRR. So for right now, we will open up and begin tackling the topic of the great Camden MAFCO Security Officer, Sir Sergeant Danny Pepsowski, who I worked under at my time shortly following my departure from the RPL Sound Studios Laboratory also of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, regarding one of his numerous ever-remembered statements that I heard him say, “there's nothing wrong with those three recent shootings, other than the fact that the wrong people lived, and the wrong people died. He was referring to the three recent attempted assassinations of the POPE, PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN, and MUSIC LEGEND JOHN MARCUCCI LENNON. All we will say for today, and yes, in total retaliation FOR YESTERDAY'S BRUTAL DEATH ASSAULT WHICH MOST CERTAINLY DOES NAUT SEEM TO BE SO FAR AWAY FOR ME TODAY, AND INDEED WAS JUST YESTERDAY; that unlike the magic bullet that struck the great Sir Honorable President John Fitzgerald Kennedy in the early nineteen-sixties, the anti-matter side to all of THISSSSSSSSSS horror and terror, has everything indeed to do with ACTING NATURALLY, and fake outs, and secret covert black operational missions of shadow people, or shadow governments, or shadow GROUPATIONS of a higher ASTRAL plane! And the James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome kicks in beyond perfectly here, DOES IT 'NAUT' MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, of the 'Annoyance Caller Bureau' of 1983, mahm? Whether it is real physical-plane old style forty-five revolution per minute plastic vinyl discs we are discussing here, or true flip sides of reality, such as MATTER and ANTI-MATTER, MISTER Lieutenant Commander SCOTT of the great Warp Drive Star Ship Enterprise ENGINE systems; TRUTH ALWAYS SHOWS UP AS TRUTH, and as spoken before by me on many occasions, DOTS WILL ALWAYS PERFECTLY CONNECT, but a seeker must be there in full earnest and naut just in idle curiosity!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simply put, Danny was saying to me that in his humble opinion, my old COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR and ESS TRAVELER-on a mission; should HAVE LIVED, while he hated both the Pope and the President, and they should HAVE BEEN THE ONES WHO DIED. In any event, & yes lovely Mashell Daniels from the RPL Sound Studios; we all ARE INDEED ENTITLED to our damn opinions, despite some of them having quite a potential for getting us into HUUUUUUUGE amounts of trouble with the authorities, should we be bold and audacious enough to endlessly continue to express them publicly, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But unlike magic bullets and great Capitol Hill Commissions such as the Warren peeps of the sixties who were attempting to super-sleuth their way into learning the hidden truths behind the Kennedy assassination, this is the MAGICAL SHOOTING SET, and not a MAGICAL BULLET that is being harped on here. And for many reasons that now seem obvious to me, as well as should be obvious to even a severely mentally challenged individual, I do not believe that either of these 'happenings' JUST HAPPENED in some random way, and NOTHING IS EVER RANDOM even if it is NAUT all part of some deep dark sicko demonic plot from HELL, or AKA astrally, (DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other and simpler verbiage, I now fully believe that in the case of Lennon, the powers behind what was going on around me, or the M2F (MILITUFORCE), was directly involved in the demise of my wonderful ESS-EDUCATOR, so that certain things DID NAUT HAPPEN OUT OF SOME WILD SCHEDULED ORDER, or maybe the very reverse, to actually bring about a completion and rerouting of something that had gone out of order, and back into its proper schedule. FATE is a very misunderstood deal here in human life, and this includes the religious concept, or the FLIP 45 RPM SIDE of FATE, which is FREE WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great and mighty Sir Spellchecker of Microsoft Corporation, Williamstown is very fitting and quite apropos here as well, yo yo yo yo BRO!















Whether anyone is reading me any more or NAUT, I will feel freer now to just tell shit that I want to say and feel, that needs to be recorded for my files and memories. I absolutely believe that Chapman was MIND CONTROLLED by the MILITUFORCE, because of several things. Yes, I am NAUT so thoroughly deceived or ego maxed out that I take all the blame for this horrible fucking incident, but I appear to be a definite part of it; now that I have completely reexamined, or to quote the lovely great disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer, 'reevaluated my preconceived notions' on so many connected things into all of this; and yes, both those evil republican money grubbing power happy presidents hated poor Mister Marcucci, Nixon and Reagan, and so did lots of their pals in the secret Black File Agencies, but NAUT for only the reasons that most conspiracy buff and theorists believe is happening all throughout this rotten diseased messy dogshit. There, as with all things, is lots of other slimy ass fucking tentacles to this rotten octopus creature of darkness and evil, from rotten unfathomable DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!

























I was NAUT planning to go this deeply into the topic that I eluded to be opening up on the Chapter 4 OUTLINE describing what will be talked about, but YESTERDAY'S DEATH SIEGE ABSOLUTELY OPENED UP THAT DOOR!













There goes that mother fucking EVENTAL TIME WARP shituation again, LADS, LASSIES, LAB-DOGS, AND LABBERS out here. Why does that proverbial gambler who absolutely knows so much fucking better, continue to THROW AWAY HIS LOVING FAMILY, HIS HOME, HIS FINANCIAL HAPPINESS, ALL OF IT; YYYYYYYYYY????? Why did SATAN want Jesus Christ to die on a cross, when the story of the whole thing that would ultimately lead to his ruination and eventual total obliteration, was right out there for him to know of? You think that when he was telling his disciples all those truths and even more, late at night, that he couldn't hear? The MILITUFORCE is no different from SATAN or that fucking nut case GAMBLER. It appears to be some wild type of a MIND CONTROL, and that even SATAN HIMSELF or Apollo-Lucifer is NAUT IMMUNE TO FALLING PRAY AND VICTIM TO. So is this ASTRAL-PLANE GAME really as simple as the Christians and or the BIBLE seemingly make it all out to mother fucking be, folks? I for one will copy a very lovely little girl, who used to advertise for the DISCOVERY ZONE STORE by saying, “I DON'T THINK SO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come on if you're so fucking smart, anyone out here; then just tell me why the M2F continues to endlessly provoke me into TATTLE-TAILING stuff that I NEVER WOULD BE DOING, if they would simply goddamn quit mother fucking PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, DAY AND NIGHT, FOREVER AND FUCKING EVER!!!!!! Hey who out here is stupid ass enough to think that I have even taken the first sheet off this bed, that pertains to the Cooley Hall, Mister Marcucci, Misses Marola, my music, THE SONG, my kid, and the quintessential woman of power, intrigue, mystery, and wonder, the lovely Patricia H.H.H.????????? You just mother fucking keep this goddamn ass shit up on me, M2F! You'll goddamn fucking see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















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AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 5



11:00 A.M. ON THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2019



AND THIS IS A SUPER MONSTER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!







This super death fucking siege began at just past half past mother fucking milf-gilf turd chewing eight this MOUUUUUUUUURNING!!!! I NEED SOME HELP SHERIFF SIR, AND THANK YOU, EVEN THOUGH IT ONLY MAKES ME FEEL BETTER TO BLOG THIS, AND THAT YOU WON'T DO 'DIDDLY' AS LOVELY WHOOPIE GOLDBERG USED TO SAY. This began with some turd moving next door to me and lots of normal moving noise that is still ongoing, and this includes furniture moving, hammering on walls, and the whole goddamn mother fucking 324 rotten ass inches or '9 yards'! I'm killing ENDLESS COCK ROACHES, SHERIFF; AS IF YOU COULD CARE LESS, also yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I ever pull out of this death siege, I will go over to the Ace Hardware before the end of this week. I got to the Walgreen's Pharmacy just a couple minutes after closing time on Christmas Eve Day. This was my own goddamn fucking cunt huffing fault for changing a clock and forgetting to change it back. I love to compensate for the ONES on the time, with the FIVES, so at 5:55, I make sure I always look at it for the entire fucking minute. But when I forget to do this and especially on bad days when this SEEMS TO HAPPEN WITH GODDAMN ASS REGULARITY; I switch it back to the 5:55 and stare at the numbers even though it ain't the fucking correct time. But once in a while, I forget to turn it back, and I was nearly an hour off when I went to the store, thinking I had left at just shy of four in the afternoon, only it was nearly five and when I arrived there, it was a couple minutes past five. I still bought some needed shit but I had to go back today for my medications, an extra trip and a waste of gasoline. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT but peeps, I needed a damn wall calendar, and the damn dollar store is a few blocks away from Walgreen's, and so I bought my one dollar 2020 calendar, clearly an intelligent vision, and yes Sir Dan Abrams of the great LIVE-PD TV SHOW, I too can make some funnies now and then, but you ALWAYS END UP CHEERING ME FUCKING UP SIR, with your great endless wit, or if it is not you, and you're merely reading from a teleprompter, then I salute whoever makes so many of those great FUNNY-HAHA'S on your marvelous and terrific show, yo!!!!!!!!!! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! So back to the show, COW-LEO (CALL TEN) CALLIO, and all other transdimensional WASHCLOTH families and or gangs!!!!!!!!! Most apartments here stay vacant at least two months, but not when they happen next to me. I was lucky to be a couple of weeks without NEXT DOOR FUCKING NOISE. But there's a lot more here, SHERIFF SIR. I think I may be in for another 1982 PLAYBOY BUNNY ASSAULT ON ME, and this time it will be 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY' coupled with ELDER ABUSE; Cousin Donald sir! The goddamn fucking maintenance men are helping whoever this is, MOVE IN HERE NEXT DOOR TO GODDAMN ME. This is exactly and precisely what happened back at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, when I got back from my MAFCO job on the Delaware River, working security there; to find a lamp on in the downstairs bedroom, and one of the two maintenance men who were employed by the Robin Hill Apartments, inside the apartment and arranging furniture at shortly past ten at night. When I came here, maintenance didn't fucking cunt help me to move into my goddamn apartment, SHERIFF SIR, and I won't lie; I AM ONE WORRIED MOTHER FUCKER RIGHT ABOUT CUNT LAPPING NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! So is thisssssssssss gonna' fucking cunt be 'PLAYBOY DEBBIE HARRY GALPAL BUNNY, ALL OVER AGAIN, FOR POOR GODDAMN LITTLE FRAIL AND ELDERLY FUCKING CUNT ME, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'???????????? ButTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but, you ain't fucking cunt heard nothing yet, Mister goddamn ass Al Jolson, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak their damn major fucking annoying hammering is right back on me' cunt lapping wall, making me nuttier than shit, plus Philadelphia's old X-Mayor Nutter, combined and squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about 'GITYA GITYA GITYA' tunes, written by the Mountainpen in 1983, while residing at 134 Norris Garage-kicking Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also Sheriff Sir, FBI, Attorney General, ACLU, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE, and State Police of Florida yo yo yo yo yo yo; I AM GETTING AN OFF THE CUNT EATING WALL CUM-PUKE-HER HACK FROM THE MILITUFORCE'S BLACK-HAT HACKERS CLUB, AND THEY HAVE ME' DAMN ASS FUCKING WHITTLE PATHETIC MOUSE, PRACTICALLY UNABLE TO CUNT EATING ASS FUNCTION ALL TOGETHER; YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!













Since I am unable to sleep in this goddamn fucking morning, Sheriff sir, I went out and bought my wall calendar and picked up my meds at the damn ass pharmacy. The humidity and heat was very oppressive for an early goddamn post Christmas morning, even for THIS FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA GODDAMN SHIT SWALLOWING AREA, YO!!!!! Whenever the weather is unusual and this normally means hostile and or unpleasant in some way, at least to me and by my standards of likes or dislikes in my local weather patterns; this is ALSO when all this other shit is totally mercilessly surrounding my entire mother fucking cunt huffing proximity from one end of the goddamn ass spectrum right straight through to the other end, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, while out on that little goddamn local errand an hour or less ago, THE ENTIRE SKY IS ONE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE CHEMTRAIL SOUP ATTACK FROM HORIZON TO GODDESSDAMN HORIZON, AND THE ROAD DRIVERS WERE ALL COMPLETELY CRAZY, making totally illegal weird turns from illegal lanes, nearly causing at least three accidents all around me. Fortunately, I was spared a near bad incident, and during these wild crazy assault periods, I drive beyond extremely fucking cunt carefully and prudently, yo me' damn ass BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, even for a Christmas season, the crowd size that Morianity has labeled the LOCAL HOLOGRAM that surrounds me, was major dense and heavy, with peeps all over the place in places that they never would be, and even on a goddamn ass helliday-holiday, as I'm fucking cunt taking this into total consideration, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Notice another powerhouse GASME GODS GAME here folks, yo, if you damn ass will. I mentioned how “Mister Stereo” as I called him, not to his face obviously; who was in the unit across from my door in number 608, lived in there before that buttwipe gangster and his ILLEGAL COUSINS moved into there from his girlfriends dirt bag other apartment, an illegal favoritism event, as I was totally denied any of these requests when I MADE THEM SEVERAL TIMES DURING MY DEATH SIEGES WITH THESE SICKO NABES FROM HELL, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, 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, never had brought me any roaches and that all the roaches began after he left and then these other assholes came in; and right directly following that, WAS THE STEREO CUT OUT DEAL WITH MY COMCAST TELEVISION SERVICE; MIGHTY FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!! So now let us examine our laundry check list here, peeps!!!!!!! We have A MAJOR SKY AND CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, OR I DO, A MAJOR GROUND SIEGE WITH DANGEROUS FUCKING ROAD DRIVERS, AN EXTREMELY DENSE HOLOGRAM OF EVIL SURROUNDING ME, NEW NABES THAT MOST LIKELY ARE GONNA' POUR ON ENDLESS DEATH SIEGES UPON ME IN A 'SECOND PLAYBOY-BUNNY ASSUALT'; and the fucking cunt gods only know what else, and of course; the hot nasty oppressive rotten weather for this time of the year. To quote what I should have said to lovely teenaged Kitchen Patrolling and Dairy Queen employee of 1997, in Abseacon, across from the Federal Aviation Technical Center, and Uncle Admiral; as well as mighty Northeast, Maryland's great Summer-Camp Employee-Counselor, Sir Mack Kaiter in 1967 and 1968, in the early part of July of both those years; “THIS IS WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















































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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2019





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JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST GOT ME WITH HER CUNT LAPPING ONES-ASSAULT, AND WHY NAUT MIZZ BLAKE, FROM THE GREAT & AWESOME AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH CORPORATION; ON A WILD SUPER FUCKING CUNT BOTBAR DAY, AND DEATH ATTACK, AS THIS IS EXACTLY WHEN THIS BITCH WILL STRIKE ME WITH ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING CONSISTENCY! So allow, or as me' goddamn mother fucking Uncle Heinz Cameras Gottwald G-OZ-WALD would say to me, around the Christmas Holiday season of the year of 1972, up there on lovely Long ass Island, New York, USA-ESMWG; “PERMIT ME” to cunt-phlegm-rape or (compensate), to say this a damn wee bit fucking more politely, yo yo yo yo yo; with my FIVE GROUPATION PRINT-OUTS, BRAH!





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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. And so what else is mother fucking new, oh world, 4 CRISSAKE, YO?????????













Even the great Keyboards From Petahell was designed to do RANDOMIZED THINGS. Once I realized that I had given it those weird electronic circuits, I never fucked with it, for fear that I would lose a lot of 'magical' possibilities and potentials. This machine was able to take a tape that was totally ruined by way of over powered recording (sonic saturation), and actually restore the tape to perfect audibility to where the most critical professional listener would refuse to believe it was once absolutely fucked up and distorted. It also could bring a lot of things to life, just like Frankenstein and HIS MONSTER, and funny funny HAHAHA Mizz Sheila Franklin from the great “HAIR” Broadway Show in NYC, because the keyboard typewriter has the letter “B” and the letter “M”, just two spots away from each other, and as I was typing away a moment ago, I typed in 'MOBSTER' rather than 'MONSTER', and yes, I am making no judgments whatsoever yet, on the great NIGHTMARES of VENTNOR, New Jersey, of 'THAT FAMILY', and their shooting my lungs out, and turning them into washcloths, BUTTTTTTTTTT and yes, BUTTERCHEESE too; I won't fucking soon forget thisssssssssss!!!! Good old Ventnor, New Jersey, back in 1970, from 24 June through 12 July. If anyone thinks they've heard it all about this place and those folks surrounding me in that randomized human interaction, from the ASTRAL-PLANE'S LATE-NIGHT GAME-SHOW produced by Sir William Shakespeare, well; you are totally wrong in your conclusions, and that's putting things extremely politely!




































































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The time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, 'VIVA-MORIANITY'; along with some 'other not so nice things', most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either, yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is it? 'Cut me a break'; willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?

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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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF DECEMBER 26th OF 2019; WITH A MAJOR AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE, MAJOR DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME HERE AT THIS P.H. BUILDING, ALL DAY LONG TODAY, and all other huge horrendous enemy death strikes and elder abuse on me, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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I have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser intentionally disabled my e-mail and then shortly following that, my photograph as well. I am going to call someone for help, as these blogs are too important to just sit back and let my mother fucking MILITUFORCE ENEMIES wreck them! Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those MOSTS. Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman? I have also come to learn that right after SIR NG-ADS and I spoke at the gate of this NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER BUILDING, AKA PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING OR PHB; THE M2F WAS TOLD TO RESTORE IT, SO THAT IT COULD NO LONGER BE USED AS ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE BY MOUNTAINPEN (ME) TO VERIFY ALL MY CLAIMS, AND HELP ME TO EVENTUALLY VINDICATE MYSELF, AND MY WOES ALL TOGETHER, AND QUITE COMPLETELY, YO!

















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AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 4



2:07 A.M. ON Thursday, December 26, 2019











I am going to discuss SONGS and MUSIC, HALLS FAWCES and their relationship with my SONGS and MUSIC, 22 years ago on this date with the MURDER OF MY MOTHER by these MILITUFORCE HALLS FAWCES, and finally, COOLEY HALL, RPL, and ATLANTIC CITY'S GREAT TENNESSEE AVENUE 'SHOP', that Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler refused to admit to its existence, or that she ran this place during the times of SARAH, and why this ASTRAL MIRRORED reality, then became 'transferred down' into human reality by way of a very strange and mysterious warping of space inside a triangulated magnetic field, and maybe was secretly powered by a wild rail system known as the New Jersey's “High Speed-Line (PATCO) train service; the same place where one day, right after this had been completed; I was on one of their trains, and this was where I remember each time, THAT THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS, “AGAIN”, that is, my endless CYCLE, sir Dave Speas, where time may indeed “be catching up with me”, but I never ever am able to escape this endless cycle and photon wall barrier written of in a wild ATCO MUSIC PROJECT song, about the President of RPL Sound Recording Laboratories of Camden, NJUUSAESMWG, Sir Ernie Merker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A child can see, or though one might think at quick glance into all of this, and be absolutely mistaken of course; that the New Group Leader (NGL) was right on the money with something recently spoken by the great super talented Mizz Mariah Carey, regarding her childhood, and I said I did not get it, and NOW, YEAH, I GOT IT, AND ON CHRISTMAS DAY, GEE; SO IMAGINE THAT; oh great ass world!!!!!!!! Hey just because when I wrote the lyrics to that stupid ass fishing song back in 2012, on my 1983 re-write of an old ATCO, NJUSAESMWG tune called, GITYA” (Girl, I'll Tell You anything”); I had no clue how meaningful the very first verse lyrical content was in cosmic JRSS reality; HALLS FAWCES did indeed fucking know, and they are the ones who always appear to be authoring all of every artist's material, AND THAT, I DO KNOW FOR 100 PERCENT POSITIVE SURE, WITHOUT ONE HESITANT SAND GRAIN OF FUCKING ASS DOUBT WHATSOEVER, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, a powerful fucking nocturnal interaction that I awoke from early on Christmas Day afternoon, was what prompted my mind to start thinking along certain channels that obviously then went onto lead me into this newest powerhouse revelation, oh mighty NEW GROUP LEADER (NGL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began where again, I was back at the #10 TRAILER at Mizz Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica, New Jersey, USAESMWG; and without the lovely Mizz Hewitt this time, or her wild scary friends, but they weren't needed in this powerful fucking interaction in Mountainpen's HYPERSPACE, nor were any weird magical school football field bleachers, or so it seems to me!!! Let's move this right along, YO, whoever may or may NAUT be out here in CYBER-VILLAGE, BRRRRRRRRRRRR.













I said that I won't be posting the STS, but I am a human being, making it permissible for me to have both a change of heart as well as a change of mind. Hey world, 'MENS LIB, YO' so forget the damn ass nineteen-sixties here willya'? Naut only am I going to post this week's fucking ass Secret's Thermometer Scale, or (STS) on this blog today, belatedly for last Tuesday the 24th; but I also will be posting them up again, if for no other damn reason than to remind me of how intense the week has been, causing me to of course counter-strike with tattle-tailing survival methodologies, since the great 1986 fucking cunt GLOUCESTER religious TRACTS DIDN'T WORK AGAINST APOLLO-LUCIFER, AND HIS DEMONIC BRIGGBASE'S MILITUFORCE EARTHLY CHAPTERS, OF THIS FILTHY ROTTEN SICKO CULT, FROM THE VERY GATES OF DOGTOWN ITSELF, CUBAN-CUBED!!!!!!!













Moving back now to the dream when I was last sleeping, and found myself helplessly dormant and recessant, while occupying my doppelganger in a localized hyperspace parallel world where I was living currently at the trailer back in Jersey, before moving in with the KING FAMILY, if there even is a KING FAMILY in that alternate and parallel universe, as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON or normal sleeper-dreamer; I was having some problems gaining entrance to my trailer for numerous reasons, and eventually the wild dream ended with me speaking to a detective who in other PAST-DREAMINGS and while in this very place in hyperspace; only his office was not a couple miles east on the north side of Route 30 where over here there is a Police Station for the Mullica Township Police Force, but there, on the south side in-between the railroad tracks and the 'WHP' ROUTE-30-Highway, and only down half way between the old bus line rest stop that in my younger days was called “Burdick's” and this may or may NAUT be spelled correctly here, but between where the trailer park is and there on the opposite side of the police station and on the side of the BURDICK'S REST STOP, is some kind of State of New Jersey authority, not a State Police Barracks, but where there are indeed detectives in this building in that locale of localized hyperspace. These people in there don't like me and yet we assemble together quite often abnd collaborate on many things in this alternate reality. I have had at least a dozen DREAMS now where I am there, and with certain officers in this place. Maybe this all has something to do with this weird gang affiliation or whatever is causing some weird groupation of criminals calling themselves the WASHCLOTH KING GANG of New Jersey, to be connected with the life of my double over there (doppelganger), but who can know for sure? This is what Jennifer L. H. was going to help me with, or should I say Jennifer Stone, as over there in this parallel world, this is her name, and she is actually the daughter of a PHASE-4 character on the LAW & ORDER TV SHOW. This in and of itself gets extremely complicated, but must wait for other times further down the bloggers road, or we would be all damn ass night and then well into Thursday as well. Even now, I realize that I cannot even in a major condensed and abridged way, go into the entire list that my opening blog said I will cover, but enough foundation is now laid for me to begin here on this blog, and then continue onward in the next several blogs. It's late and I'm tired, and I realize that all I'll have time and energy for on this blog, is to discuss this date, 22 years ago; when my mother was for all intents and purposes, brutally covertly struck by the MILITUFORCE with an unknown weapon, and rendering her never the same again, and without one iota of a decent fucking medical explanation ever offered me, concerning this act of goddamn monstrous brutality. I will also discuss the very beginning of “THE SONG”, since this has had a major effect on two human beings, or one human being, and maybe, just maybe; Almighty Scylla Jehovah SSJK Pink goddess! A lot of people out in Cyber-Village know a little bit about this. If they or anyone else for that matter mistakenly believe that the true answers can be found on the internet, or in any story delivered by any News Media Source Outlets; then I am indeed speaking to the extremely naïve and mostly lobotomized general population of ignorance. I am a part of this, and I DON'T KNOW, NOR WILL THEY EVER TELL ME? SO WHY? Well, ask the AAT people why THEY CANNOT GET TO THE BOTTOM OF SAUCERS AND ALIENS? I do not say that this is the same exact topic, BUT I DO SAY TO YOU that this is the same net effect, and result, of these very same HALLS FAWCES behind all things laying behind a controlled groupation of OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!


















As for the 26th day of December in 1997, I went out of my bedroom in that Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG DEATH HOUSE, at around just past five in the damn morning, and found my mother in the living room, all dressed for work, and playing Solitaire with a deck of playing cards; but on a closer examination, the cards were all out of order, and the normal red black alternation pattern was not being used by her. Her card piles made sense to her, but not to me. I went back to my bedroom because she would not talk to me when I said good morning to her, or went on with small conversation, and I just figured that she was in a rotten mood, and it would be better to leave her alone. But when I went out of my room and into the living room a second time, after the time that she should have left to catch the PATCO train, a few blocks away from the Harvard Avenue home; she was still there on the living room couch, continuing with that stupid ass Solitaire game. I asked her what was wrong and why she wasn't going to work, and she would just keep looking at me and would not say a word. Now if she had had a normal medical stroke, she would not be able to be sitting upright and playing her damn card game. To this very day, what happened to her has absolutely no mother fucking medical explanation whatsoever, not by excellent top cardiologists, brain experts, specialists in every medical discipline from the nervous system to blood and poisoning, and you name it, and the medical bills mounted up to over a quarter of a million fucking dollars. This along with the inconceivable and expensive search to locate the mysterious SARAH from TENNESSEE AVENUE'S 1960's, and I was forced into yet ANOTHER PERSONAL FUCKIGN CUNT BANKRUPTCY in 1998. This death house was two blocks from the WHP 'White Horse Pike' or Route 30, and the train was about four blocks away. This train and that highway run into my entire life, every facet of it since moving to New Jersey in the first week in October of 1964, to 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG! This must be firmly understood before anything else can make a tiny shred of sense in the very same way that Mister Jacob Marley's death, seven years before the start of the great Charles Dickens CHRISTMAS CAROL, with Ebeneezer Scrooge; doesn't make sense either, without knowing that fact. I am NAUT being one bit cute here, and haven't been cute since high school, although lots of girls have disagreed with me on that until very recently. But I am telling a powerful ass truth here, that all throughout this entire mess, there is the 'non-England' train tunnel set of PATCO TRACKS, and there also is the WHP-Route 30. This is about as inescapable as the MAGICV SONG seems to be between my daughter and I. Dennis Snyder would put it quite eloquently here, I'm quite positive, “And that's just reality son”! And you know what, HE'S FUCKING TOTALLY CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the story with my mother and her strange unknown medical woes has been told, and so has my story, about fourteen and a half years before my mom was struck down with her unknown problem. Who knows, maybe if I had still been in touch with that GRANT AVENUE SPECIALIST from northeast Philadelphia, he would have said to me, “I don't think that's HER problem”. But how did my great work of fiction in 1994, my book called, “The Permission Barrier”, seem to so accurately predict so many wild future events? My mom's death, her hospital antics and mine, Dave Roth's mysterious death, and on and on, lovely Mizz Jean Ruba Smith? Could the book, TPB work also like the world of electromagnetic shit where I MADE THESE THINGS HAPPEN AND COME TRUE? And how about the BIBLE and its so many prophecies?Things got predicted and then eventually, centuries and or millennia later, they came true, one after another. I say that HALLS FAWCES pick certain GAMES TO PLAY, AKA THE GASME GODS GAMES as labeled by Mountainpen's Morianity; and this is all JUST ONE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE NON-BERNIE SANDERS GAME, the foretelling, and then the 'making it so', Captain Picard!!!!! Truthfully folks, or no folks, or 'whatever' Congressman Andrews SIR; with or without MISERY-UNITS or ASSISTANT-EMPLOYEES, or for that matter, with or without lovely tasting ice cream treats, or ANY LOVELY GIRLS, WITH SOME MORE DANGEROUS THAN OTHERS; HALLS FAWCES from the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE of existence, is behind all of these GASME-GODS-GAMES, and I am as sure positive killer truth one hundred percent convinced of that reality, that I would be willing to borrow from the mafia, ten million dollars, and if I am proven wrong, well, don't go there world, but if I am right, I get back three million in profit. I WOULD MAKE THAT BET IN A HEARTBEAT, because I totally know that this is truth, and that I AM 100% CORRECT AND ON THE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING $$$$$$$$$$. My SPACE-BAR-HACK is turned way up again, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













As for THE SONG; where to begin and how to condense and abridge this otherwise billion word topic, is my primary fucking concern for right now, yo. Music is vibration, it is art too because besides making vibrations that please the ear, they must also please the mind in lyrical content unless they are musical only compositions. Vibration along the Electromagnetic spectrum (EMS) is totally mathematical. Just ask any damn ass musicologist, or top mathematician. The interconnectiveness to reality in the sound of the music is all totally biochemical and electrical. But when lyrics are also a part of the equation, the we have a duality of artwork that must please the onlooker. Sheriff sir, the fucking MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT HACKERS are maxing out my SPACE-BAR HACK!!!!!!!!!! This is very fucking NON-TROPICANA 1984 CASINO 'ANNOYING', speaking of THE SONG and the JRSS-YEAR here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my mother relayed to me a powerhouse thing that she heard one day on TV, where a famous musician from the early nineteen-eighties admitted that THE MUSIC INDUSTRY DOES INDEED SEND OUT MESSAGES IN THEIR LYRICAL CONTENT!!!!!!! I say one thing beyond that. Whether messages are sent out intentionally or 'NAUT', 'Mizz AT&T BLAKE' of the 1983 annoyance Caller Bureau, they are always in there. A writer is actually unable to write anything WITHOUT sending out a message, and ask any top fucking psychiatrist if I am telling a true story here with this. Nothing is ever random, and no random is truly obtainable. All things fall into a cosmic pattern, but normally, once we get past two or three items of anything, the ability to decipher virtually endless possibilities becomes a job for the SUPER QUANTUM COMPUTERS of the very distant future. I have said it before and will say it again now, “Random is just a disguised pattern”. It seems to be unbelievable but it is still the damn ass truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This week's STS as of right now on Thursday, is still only on the 8th star that is one back and left of the RED COLOR. When this entire work has been completed however, not all of it but the connecting dots in an abridged way; next week will most likely be the 8th RED STAR rating. Things need to be told. Things such as all the shit that is happening, and I mean all of it, is just for the amusement of the ASTRAL PLANE LATE LATE SHOW, and no, there is no such actual thing; but I NEED TO BE ABLE TO SAY SOME RELATABLE FUCKING THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Well, I saw some roaches in my kitchen fucking cabinet shortly after getting up for the day, and so I turned on the oven and all four stove top electric burners to the damn ass max. An hour later, they were all cooked and gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mom said it all many fucking cunt years ago, and I thought she was just an asshole when I was a kid, but what kids don't think that their parents are fucking assholes many times? By the way, when that fucking attack a day earlier came on me, with the Comcast freeze up and the simultaneous cock roach on my soda can; it caused me to spray an area extra well that I did not even think about for some time, and sure enough, this is where that thing that went fucking cunt missing had dropped down into, and so HAHAHA little shit ass DISDEE demon, the joke was on you ya' shithead little pricky demon from DOGTOWN. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Cum-Puke-Her HACKING is major heavy right now, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, as of 4:00 on the mother fucking ass nose, so I will sign off now, yo me' BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!



















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11:34 P.M. ON Tuesday, December 24, 2019







I have fallen under a WILD DEATH ASSAULT, BEGINNING A QUARTER HOUR AGO, WHILE ATTEMPTING TO MOTHER FUCKING WATCH THE LOCAL 'ELEVEN OF THE CLOCK NEWS' FROM PALM BITCH BEACH, FLORIDA, USAESMWG!!!!!! Suddenly a large cock roach was on my soda can on my end table next to my view chair to the right of me, and at that exact same cunt lapping time, the COMCAST CABLE BEGAN NOT ALLOWING ME CHANGE CHANNELS OR USE THE CONTROLS, AND IT WAS ALL SCRAMBLING UP IN THEIR DAMN SIGNAL FOR A SECOND DAY IN A ROW ALL OVER AGAIN. I MUST FIND OUT WHAT STORE TO GOTO TO BUY SOME KIND OF ANTENNA TV AS WELL AS GO BACK TO BELL SOUTH TELEPHONE SERVICE, AND ALSO FIND OUT HOW TO SUBSCRIBE TO SOME NON UTIITY PROVIDED INTERNET SERVICE, SO YOU SEE, THIS IS NAUIT SOME EASY MOTHER FUCKING 123-ABC MIKE JACKSON THING FOR THIS FRAIL ELDERLY PERSON TO SIMPLY GO OUT ONE DAY AND FULLY ACCOMPLISH, YO YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF!













When more than one thing happens such as the large roach invading my area followed by the UTILITY COMCAST TV INTERRUPTION AGAIN; this is a very simple and fail-safe type of absolute mother fucking PROOF that is endlessly showing me that I am NAUT just imagining this shit, and indeed this is all a MILITUFORCE DEATH STRIKE ON ME, and this began yesterday, and was blogged about on the previous blog, SHERIFF SIR!

















SOME MOTHER FUCKING PRICK COMPUTER HACKER HAS TAKEN OVER ME' CUM-PUKE-HER; SIR SHERIFF MASCARA. THIS IS THE WORST CUNT CHEWING HELLIDAY HOLIDAY THAT I HAVE EVER MOTHER FUCKING HAD, AND THERE IS GOING TO BE BLOOD VERY SOON, AND NAUT ON ME, BUT ON SOME OF THESE CUNT EATING MILITUFORCE MEN IN BLACK DIRTBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE FUCKING RIGHTS. I AM A SHITIZEN OF THIS COUNTRY AND A LEGALLY DAMN ASS BORN SHITIZEN TOO, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!







OH SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BEEGEE'S HAD A WILD SONG IN 1980 THAT I HAD PULLED OFF OF THE AIRWAVES BECAUSE THEY STOLE MY LOST LOVE SONG'S ARRANGEMENT DONE BY SIR TOM GLENN, A TRULY GREAT MISIC-ARRANGER. STILL, ALL THINGS DO CONNECT UP, AS TOLD BY ALMIGHTY WONDERFUL NEW AGE FATHER AND GREAT NOVELEST AUTHOR SIR JAMES REDFIELD (JRSS). YES THE NAME OF THEIR SUMMER TIME OF 1980 SONG WASHburn's AND (WAS), SIR MIKE SOFT HELLWRECKER; {{{{(((**'HELP ME'**)))}}}}!!!!!!!! Still skeptical about the great JRSS, Sheriff and any other fantastic Blogaudians, yo??????





SOMEBODY HAS TRULY ASKED FOR THIS, 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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS DAY OF 24 DECEMBER, IN 2019, USING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING, MAJOR COMCAST TV FREEZE UPS AND UTILITY ASSAULTS AND ENDLESS ELDER ABUSE, CAUSING ME THIS ENDLESS ROACH INFESTATION, AND THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT FROM DONALD TRUMP; 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









































Hey if that gorgeous little fucking girl who advertised for the great “Discovery zone” store back early in this century, is out there somewhere, great. I'll never forget the way she would say, “I DONT THINK SO”! Makes me think of lovely fucking Patty, I must confess! PATTY H.H.H. USED TO SAY that she knew it all, and that I had a free permission slip to call her day or night, if I wanted to ever know anything at all. Right, sure, oh yeah; after all the trouble you had getting little Merry to sleep, and then along comes asshole Mark to wake her up at one in the morning, I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!













Electronics and electricity or ENERGY, is the reality behind everything, and every Quantum Physicist knows this without question or doubt. This is EVERYTHING, and to quote the great Sir Lenny Record-Promoter McKinnon who my daughter seemed to be very fascinated with and by, along with the great glittering lights of great cities such as Atlantic City as well as Manhattan; because he said this so perfectly well to his citizens-band radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!! Using utility strikes on me, SEEMS TO BE THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING FAVORITE ASSAULT OF THE MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG SHITPRICK MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!! This is naut something that started last year or five years ago. This has been an ongoing epitomized fucking nightmare for me now EVER SINCE I WOKE UP IN THAT DIRT BAG CHERRY HILL HOME OWNED BY RICHARD BARF-KARPF, BACK ON AUGUST 15th, IN 1986!!!!!!!!!! It has struck me, and it has NEVER EVER mother fucking even made an attempt to look back!!!!!!!!!!!!













THE OLD HOLIDAY DEATH ASSAULT; it just never fucking cunt stops. Well my faith in a benevolent GOD, DID INDEED STOP, and I will never again be patronized, fooled, or intimidated into believing in that utter fucking moronic total ass nonsense!!!!!!!!!







BLOG 4 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN





You most likely won't be all shocked to mother fucking hell if I say that this is not the world that I left when my blogs stopped for two and a half years. That was not the world that I was in either, when the blogs of Mountainpen began back in two thousand six,! Things totally change all the time. What none of you seemingly fucking get is that there is much more behind these seemingly very magical Oz Curtains of ever changing reality!











If I could just get this point across to a few 'real people' left here on this fucked up planet, BOOM; things would quite mysteriously begin changing back more towards the way that they were back in more 'normal' times! Just a few nights before I restarted my blogs up, a death beam was sent to a power pole just yards away from my mother fucking apartment, a a power transformer caught fire and blew up, and anyone doubting this can easily verify this information with all of this new age online available information, especially for those super fucking digitally skilled new-age people all around me in these new times of post Joseph Paget Revelation Hell!!!











First off, there is no way that I can post things anymore, some new fucking bullshit excuse about a new way internet works, and the old j-peg system that they say I used to do this. Just trying to post my fucking photo now is a fucking no-no, 'or so they tell me'.









YES MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART IS QUITE MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape this fucking EVIL EMPIRE, be the very source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last fucking dime they all have, and make that dream come into fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from Mantua, New Jersey, where the treasury had cut me a check for it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!







THEN YOU WILL ALL BE 'SNOWED IN, ED'!!!!





Boy oh boy and Golleeeey gee Gomer Pyle, of the great fantastic United States Marine Corps, YO! What's all this about for crying out fucking cunt loud,yo?





As I said in December of 2016,



Yes, my freaking scumbag neighbors from hell ARE ANNOYING THE FREAKING HELL OUT OF ME. Whenever Stanley next door is away, they make all the noise they want to, and the reason is simple. They don't give a rats fuck about fucking me. I am not one of them or in their HIP HOP RAP SCUM CLUB, nor would I ever wanna' fudging be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!





EXPLORATRONICS IS BEHIND EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING IN THIS WORLD, LADS AND LASSIES!!!!








I have existed for eternity, and as Mark Wayne Mohr, for well over 8,000 years. I am trapped in a nightmare cycle of hell. There is a way of escape, but I would need to get my hands on things that they will not allow. By dying shortly, I will be forced to come back and repeat this mother fucking looping hell again and again. I am going to tell you how you have been conned by the medical fucking industry for about fifty years almost now.










When I was age twenty-seven, a year before I began remembering my astral world true name of Ricktafarius of Ricktown of the capitol province called Olympia, and where I eternally exist with Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis; I worked as what once was called a 'janitor' or 'building maintenance sub-contractor', under the mighty Bernie Derakowski, and this place then in 1982, was called the Institute for Medical Research, later called Corriell Institute, and who knows now or all the in-between times, but this is where something was told to me one night by the great doctor himself, when I was about to pick up piles of trash to take outside the building and to the dumpsters. There was a Christmas party going on, and people were feeling 'happy' on the alky. I put this memory out of my mind as it meant nothing to me then. I was 27 years old and felt healthy, and looked ten years younger than that. Teens and even pre-teen girls were asking me for dates. If I had been 20 or 30 years older when this had happened, I would have not only taken this way more seriously, but would have never lost contact with these medical geniuses. Long story short, I was walking by during this conversation about how they had just made five cages of their lab rats who were old, young again. Bare in mind that the anatomy of a rat is identical to us humans almost 100%. The only difference is that a rat does not have a bladder. This almost perfect similarity is why rats are in fact used and tested with medications by the medical establishment. Doctor Corriell said as I walked by, that 'he wished they could make him like me', you know, young. I remember saying something since we had spoken about some medically related topics earlier in my employ, and if memory serves me at all correctly, I asked how this was done to these old rats, and again, to stress this imfatically people; the alky was loose and flowing! He and his associate Doctor Green began telling me how blood is nothing more than cells, and humans and all biological entities are always going to be approximately the age of their blood. Long story short, if young teenaged blood is transfused into older blooded bodies, then over time, the cells begin to literally speak to each other. All of the body in made of these cells, our hair, our skin, our bones, our organs, you name it! So we know it works with rats they told me as they have been doing it right there for years and literally turned old dying and even very ill rats, back into their youthful prime and excellent health. If I could be allowed to live past my time loop, I know I could break this hell-cycle, eventually die as all things do, and then 'move on' forever.













BLOGGER.COM ASKS MOUNTAINPEN:

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

MOUNTAINPEN'S response:

An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything











AND YESSIR, I'LL BE MOTHER FUCKING BAHHK, GOVERNOR FLABBY MUSCLES!











WE END THIS TRANSMISSION HERE FOR NOW.















HEY YO, IT'S X-MAS EVE DAY, MERR!!!!!!!



AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 2



4:22 A.M., on Tuesday, December 24, 2019



WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!





So why YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for that matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard, you as well? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????? Well, I believe I have quite a bit of fucking information concerning these two queries, but first things first.









I had a long talk yesterday morning on my way out to do two small local errands, first at the bank, and then across the highway at the Walgreen Store, with my nabe at the far western end of the hallway here on my sixth floor of this PHA BLDG. Before I continue telling the MORIANITY-RECORD as I'll be referring to things from now on and forever, about what was spoken between me and me' nabe; let me tell you that I took another Comcast Utility hit at approximately five minutes past two of the clock this morning with that freeze up shit and the little fucking annoying box pop un the TV-screen saying, “We're having trouble connecting to the internet”. I unplugged and rebooted and all was fine after I refreshed the stupid ass system. Still, once I get THE ATTACK, I am braced for lots more mother fucking shit, as very rarely does one thing only just happen. Ever since this shit began in August of 1986, and to quote the great “Law & Order's Mister Anderton, “When it starts, IT STARTS!!!!!!! Aniwho, Donnie me' nabe told me that everybody in the whole building is literally fucking losing their mind with this ROACH INFESTATION. It is not right since the fucking cunt ass Housing authority is getting fully paid, as we all pay our 30%, and the government makes up the difference, and pays these PHA private crooked investors the other 70%, and everybody is aware of how government subsidies all work! Donnie says people have awakened to these filthy roaches in their mouths in the morning, crawling on our plates while we try to eat, and crawl all over us and bite us while we try and sleep. THIS IS NOT ONE BIT FAIR, FLORIDA BOARD OF MOTHER FUCKING HEALTH, AND THIS ENTIRE BUILDING SHOULD BE CONDEMED, YO!!!!!!!!! Yes, a couple years ago, I too woke up to a fucking small roach dead inside my mouth, Governor Desantis! But we talked about other shit too, and I will need to keep this shit on the DLQT for now in order to avoid a real horrendous fucking counterstrike from the Milituforce!

















One thing I will add regarding our talk while I was on my way to my car out in the parking lot. He said that he even tried to have his apartment professionally bombed for bugs, where he had to leave for two days and stay with his social workers. Even this did not stop them, as they just keep hatching endless eggs, and endlessly fucking continue to crawl right back inside of our pathetic dwellings. Then he told me that his social worker noticed how large roaches were running into his kitchen cooking electric range holes. A power system comes up out of these hole that connects where they must get their power from, and this is where they live, inside of there. Now being poor, I don't use my oven or cook large birds like ducks or turkeys. I do use the ranges for cooking dinners as well as my microwave oven, but never the oven. His social worker decided to try something a month ago. He said to crank up the oven and all four stove burners for one hour. When I got home from my damn errands, I did the same thing in my place. FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN TWO SOLID MONTHS OR SO, I went the rest of the day without seeing one of these rotten fucking roaches. Every other day I WILL CRANK UP THE HEAT ON ALL SYSTEMS FOR AN HOUR AS A RETAINER ATTACK AGAINST HATCHING EGGS BEHIND AND INSIDE OF THE RANGE. But as with Clarence Harris and the MISERY UNITS discussions, that we had at a hoops court nearby his Sicklerville, NJUSAESMWG home on day in the summer of 1997, I was struck with a new problem at my three windows. Whether this persists, or is just because of weird weather that has been plaguing my area for a while now, I have condensation that is 'ponding' and causing mold all around the bricks on the wall underneath my windows. I have taken paper towels to wipe up the water, and when I go out for my medications in a day or two, I will buy some spray for killing fucking mold, as I have been needing to do this for months now and I have run out from spraying it on my bathroom tiles. Why the mother fucking word of 'PONDING' is not recognized, I don't know, as I hear it used very often on THE WEATHER CHANNEL, such as very heavy rains are “PONDING ON THE ROADWAYS”, AND SO FORTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I've goddamn added this to me' Mike Soft Hellwrecker Spellchecker system dictionary.









As for Comcast and the endless freeze-ups of their service with their damn TV-COMPUTER; it is a brand new system that only has been operational for a few years, and will take a few more years obviously, to work out all the damn fucking bugs. Still, I never will know when it is merely that, or when it is a MILITUFORCE STRIKE ASSAULT on me, as it happens in real time. BUTTERCHEESE and big as BUTT and but yo, I can know it within 6-24 hours, because if other shit happens as well, following the initial strike; then it is the WOMO (WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES). This appears to be a very accurate way for me to measure this otherwise totally unknown hellish deal!









The mind is everything, or so says extremely educated people. Well, qualify that statement then, before you boldly make the claim. MIND as your true beingness in the PURG divides by light speed squared and becomes BRAIN, your brain, a bunch of sloppy damn goo that magical subatomic particles called ELECTRONS pass through from 'circuit to circuit' in a synapse connectiveness system of a sort. When you're dead, if an E-EG Electro or (Electroencephalogram) is performed, it shows zero brain activity. Electricity is everything, not THE MIND. The MIND for lack of putting it better in verbal descriptiveness, is the product of electricity that has become you and me, on a physical plane of human life. Now there are Purgatites who lose energy and dream out and away into our BIG-BANG created cosmos, becoming us in our human lives, and then there are the VISITORS FROM THE PURGATORY. These entities are what the UFO people are all so interested in, and yet remain totally clueless to the exact shit that is truly happening here physically, and WHY! This is where Jimmy Jimmy YYY and lovely Patty HHH begin to work their way into this wild inconceivable equation of the life of the Mountainpen! Every single thing that has happened to me, is all connected with the AAT, and their so-called phenomenon that is being very well guarded and covered up, by the MILITUFORCE; and the entire MORIANITY is merely a powerhouse fucking bi-product of all of it. This is sort of a new spin on the original 1987 query of what I would discuss with David Roth about, and called it the “EVENTAL TIME WARP”, ETW. It always seemed to me to go completely against any kind of logic, to do things to me that would cause me to then do things back that they hate me to do, and that I would never do unless I was being provoked beyond tolerable and measurable limits, undreamed of even by great dudes such as Horatio and Shakespeare. So the only way of even possibly rationalizing this ETW situation to where it had even a glimmer of hope of ever making a sand grain sense whatsoever, is seeing things the way they are and not worrying about the straight up logic, but rather not being afraid to use historical accounts of major shit. In this case, how about Satan the devil and the great lord Jesus the Christ, (Messiah)? Cogitating on this as would the Christians, the devil would never want Jesus to die on a cross if this was the plan that would ultimately defeat him, and of course according to Biblical and Christianteachings, this is exactly the case. So again, we have that proverbial gambler with a wonderful loving family who throws it all away and completely knows what he is doing, but just won't or CAN'T quit doing his absurd activity, and losing everything. This is real and if anyone doubts this truth, go to the fucking GAMBLERS ANONYMOUS Organization and see for yourself, as THEY WILL ABSOLUTELY VERIFY MY STORY HERE! Some things happen because THEY NEED TO HAPPEN, so just how does fate really truly work, and for that matter, what is behind all of this damn ass mystery? This question has plagued humankind since it crawled out of the seas and later started to walk upright and vertical, until MO got us, ALL MO's everywhere, THAT IS!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.













If I told you that we all have the ability to use a decades old medical treatment technology to do magical things, from flying to influencing minds of people around us, to making heavy rotisserie motors spin in reverse at will, and so much more, you would all laugh, whoever may be up here reading me' words. But it's fucking all true, as electricity is POWER, and power is energy when it's divided by time. Ask any Physics Engineer if I am correct. Any good big city library will have the math books to show anyone out here that formula, E/T=P. Dennis Snyder would say it all right about now, “And that's just reality son”. Still, any entity on the Astral Plane can come to this Physical Plane and do all sorts of things, and there are complicated reasons for all of the so called saucer-invasions and all the M2F covered up dogshit that's been plaguing humanity for a very long time, BUTTERCHEESE, and yes BIG ASS BUTT, and but; since ELECTRICAL stuff was introduced into our modern day society, about a century or so ago; THE CONTACT BETWEEN ASTRAL AND PHYSICAL PLANES has quantitatively increased, and again, JUST ASK ANY DAMN KNOWLEDGABLE PERSON ON THE AAT TOPIC if that is true, or another wild made up tale from FUCKING CRACKPOT INSANE PO-MO RADAR SETTER-OFFER MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!! And then there is the ultimate, where MIND itself, if properly amplified and directed; can literally SHUT OFF one polarity of the Nuclatron in various materials, and then yo, well you don't want me to even start with Velocitronics, or I will end up disappearing and dissected, over at Wright Patterson AFB, or maybe some other obscure locale of the Shadow Global Governmental FAWCES behind what Morianity calls and labels the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, oh great Security Officer, Sir HALL of MAFCO in both 1980 and 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said on a recent blog, the entire truth could never just COME OUT, and MORIANITY or EPITOMIZED-TRUTH and enlightened realization, takes many years to achieve, and no one could tell it all so that it would make any meaningful sense in just one quick fell swoop. It would take years of college courses regarding and dedicated to this entire nightmare mess, and between you and me and all the damn ass lamp posts of the Earth-Planet, you're all truly much better off NAUT KNOWING ANY OF THIS DOGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. The entire concept of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMID SOCIETY, is that a groupation of Astral-Plane Entities, or (PURGATITES) as my Morianity calls them; is on a combined and agreed upon mission to do particular things here on the mortal world. Dave Roth and I had this very conversation all throughout the summer time in the year of 1997, at the locale outside of Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG, known as HIGHPOINT, at a gate just outside of a Jersey Military Operational GAMES FIELD. Early in those summer mornings we would park in public territory and discuss these things, less than a quarter mile from the gate. Sort of like AREA 51, right down to the powerful military and MILITUFORCE aerial persecution that would always ensue. The fuckign shit I witnessed in the Jersey pine barrens would get me killed in a heartbeat if I ever told all about it. Still, the entire thing would not even be happening if not for the nineteen seventies, and lovely Patty HHH, as well as not so lovely Jimmy YYY Burr, both of “SHARK-SHARK-SHARK” Gloucester. Talk about the quintessential Biblical Prophet Daniel and others with their major ass TSE+HSM, and all without any further assistance from Walt Disney or his faithful awesome employees who've done lots of checking and searching for good ol' whittle me!











AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 1



9:44 P.M., on Sunday, December 22, 2019









I don't give a fucking rats ass bastard, Mister Cooley Eckstein Voterboy, who comes up here anymore, because even if the fucking count goes to 0-0-0-0, then these become major notes to myself that I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PERUSE in order to endlessly gain more wisdom and insight into my, what Earthers may refer to, depending on whether they're religious or scientific; spiritual supernatural problems, or my UFO-alien woes. Either way, it is all the same, it comes straight out of where we all exist endlessly, THE ASTRAL PLANE! I have major fucking ELECTRONIC HACKING TODAY, AND THIS DAY IS SUPER FUCKING CUNT ASS BOTBAR ON STEROIDS. BOTH MY COMPUTER AND MY TELEVISION ARE BEING SCREWED WITH, BY WHAT RELIGIOUS PEEPS CALL, SATAN THE DEVIL, AND WHAT 'MUFON' AND THOSE ALONG THESE LINES WOULD CALL, ALIEN WOES OF THE WORST KIND, AS A DIRECT CONTACTEE or the highest number that the Milituforce assigns to peeps like poor frail and elderly fucking cunt little me!















The home in Atco was every bit as Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, as was the prior residence of 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This is where the Milituforce classified me as a low rated “contactee of some numeration kind”, and as time went along, they fucking weren't one bit shy of 'upping' me, huh Dock Sagan? But Cooley Hall was the original locale where shit took place that led to all of the other shit, even the shit on the Atlantic City beaches and streets, all resulting from an educator who insisted with absolute quintessential fervor that I come to the school on Memorial day of 1969 to do a 'school play', altering my schedule of going down to Atlantic City by about an hour or a little bit more, no big deal you may say, wanna' make a cosmic fuckign wager on the truth of that concept, anybwuddy????? How about you, Sir Elmer goddamn Fwudddddd?











The dude I knew or thought I knew as NG-ADS, appears to not be who I had thought. He gave me a sealed envelope to be opened when I got up on December 22, 2019, and NAUT BEFORE, and he was every bit as insistent upon this as was Misses Marola my Cooley Hall educator with that school play. He is not “New Group Alpha-Deep-Six”, just New Group Morianity follower, and no, unless he is a real super master of disguises; he is not my 'follower', who is the only one with the balls to admit to it. Some day, I truly believe this great dude will have his reward for that, and I am not free to go on with that as this would take me to about RED-STAR 19 or so! Still, a lot needs to be said, as he predicted with absolute accuracy, about eight things that came to pass since he handed me this note just shy of last year's Christmas holiday time in my P.H. Authority's Community Room where the mail is delivered. He told me that he hope I won't copy his letter to me on these blogs, or even tell of these wild predictions that all came true, right down to major things that I have recently seen on the television system. But at the risk of angering this cool dude, I must discuss one of these eight things, and that is, that Patty-Paula would in some way, through what I label transdimensional effects to which our Bibles describe as dream-interpretive abilities as well as self fulfilling prophecies, and before I march along any further, just as I was about to get up out of bed at just past noon today, my electricity winked out for one quick half second or so, and yes, the very first words in the letter to me went, “You're electricity just went out for a very short burst of time, letting you know that I know that you're reading my letter to you now, a year away from when I handed you this note”. I literally almost shit my pajamas. Also I had this note-letter hidden deep inside some trashy old newspapers, as it was in a mid sized manila envelope, and I keep a bunch of old newspapers on a chair at my far northeast corner of this studio apartment, in case I need it for when I cut my hair over my sink in the bathroom or for any other of a dozen possible needs that may arise from time to time. After the mention of the power failure, he said that my daughter would recently say something about Patty that is meant for me to hear, and that I would indeed catch it. I DID. He said that inside those few sentences, I would have a lot of powerful things revealed once I am clever enough to “Get it”. I am still thinking about this, and as of yet, I must confess that I do not GET IT, but I will now keep on trying. I do not know if she lives still or has passed on, and I'll bet even really big fans don't know either. This is a world of secrets, as everyone knows only too damn well. You can never trust the news media or the goddamn internet either. That much even retard little fucking failure me knows 100%! Still, that nightmare where I was back at Jenny Plageman's trailer with J.L.H. As a 'well behaved or not so well behaved' tenant, is quite a major Biblical Prophet Daniel JRSS connection to many things. But this will only scratch a surface of an iceberg 1000 miles thick, even if I type on an don all night fucking ass long. If indeed PHHH has gone on or as morianity calls it, ending her PHHH dreaming sequence, and is in Purgatory as whoever SHE TRULY IS; only I understand the full impact of that reality, and trying to make anyone else get it, is a total fucking waste of my time. Still, in this dimension and particular universe where I am here living as this Mark Wayne Mohr, I can assure the world, as well as my own damn self, that I have never ever been in any way remotely or otherwise, connected with any groupation of humans, that would be considered to be a street gang, by any law enforcement agency. So this is where Daniel the dream interpreter would come in to filter through all of the damn 'inter-space-static' that Morianity calls both Towel Seepage Effect as well as Hyper-space-Mechanics, (TSE) (HSM)! Now all of these things pale in comparison to how I truly know that HALLS FAWCES have used several people and situations in order to accomplish this major inconceivable shit that I am now going through, and have been suffering through in smaller degrees, ever since I popped out of my mom more than sixty-five years ago now.











Now this dude told me to re-listen to my copy of my most recent musical project. I indeed did make a copy for both myself as well as to send to the Copyright Office, and my copy is still on cassette tape, and yes, the copy that I sent to them was old school as well on cassette tape. I just got finished listening to it, as it is lengthy, and the tune “You'll Be Crossing Over” was the title track song. I observed recently that my MIND WAS M2F HACKED, when I was confusing that song with an earlier song called, “Wanna' Spend My Time”, that came to me in transdimensional hyperspace in the year 1997, right around the very same week and number of several days, where I also had the wild interaction where my daughter sang that song and then she had also sent me two letters in the mail, and also the Prize Patrol from the Publishers Clearinghouse had stopped at my door and I had won the big prize, all three of those things were part of one gargantuan several day long serial dreaming experience. I have blogged all of this upon numerous occasions. Also, the actual winner of the prize that January in 1997 around Superbowl Time, was a coed by the name of K. J. McAllister. McAllister Oil had given my mom and I a huge bad time along with Landlord Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, while living on Route 70 the Marlton Pike, in Cherry Hill, the same time where all of this began in 1986, including the trip into the big apple where my pal Sir Dave Roth went to see his pals, some new musical group by the name of MEW SHOES, and where my blogs then went onto get the name of KING NEBNOOSHOO, all having to do with King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, and my Uncle Heinz Gottwald, and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had lived for decades, up on the great long Island, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon. But before I even start the tiniest fuckign dogshit about all of this including SARAH and the memories coming back of youthful times, Haddonwood Health Club, its owner Sir Tony Zenun, and huge transdimensional horseshit that connects into this entire rotten nasty stenchy mess from Dogtown; I will discuss this horrendous UTILITY ASSAULT TODAY with my television. I have been screwed with for decades with SOUND, not so much video, but always SOUND, SOUND, SOUND, SOUND!!!!!!!!!! No matter what I did, while watching some TV earlier, and in-between doing many things that I've discussed so far on this blog; I lost my stereo signal, and there is no way to restore it. At first I lost my entire side of audio, no matter what I did to trouble shoot the mother fucking problem. I tried different RCA connector wires. I tried different ways of connecting up the system that includes the COMCAST TV box, the TV set, the DVD-VCR machine, the headphone connection plugs, and on and on, even different headphones, but nothing worked and then things would work for a short while, maybe ten to twenty fucking minutes, and then poof, the shit reverted back to losing one side of the sound. The only way to keep a stereo signal was to connect it all up to an old system that I purchased when I first came to Florida, at a pawn broker shop. This is a very old eight track system, and it is not designed for connections from a digital TV service, and the hum is very loud, even when grounded into the nearby metallic pipe, that runs a 220 volt wire from a power source in the walls, into the heater-air conditioner system. This allows both a left and a right channel to come out on the headphones, but a horrendous hum is there even when played directly through a Radio Shack sound mixer that is really a baby toy, even though it is a four channel stereo mixing device. Even with the EQ effect sticks turned down to the lowest possible attenuation of decibels, the hum is there, and this makes enjoying the television simply not fucking possible. No matter what other connections I do, I have to unplug one of the wires of the RED/WHITE RCA connection cord in order for any spoken words to come out. Somehow, the transmission of signal divides speech from fucking non-speech sounds, and only by unplugging one side, will the entire transmission be delivered to my TV and then my headphones. Now both sides for some reason will play even with one side unplugged, but NOT IN FUCKING STEREO. When you are used to stereo sound, mono sound is approximately like going in the video concept, from color, back to 'black and white' viewing. IT SUCKS, but I can at least watch the damn TV. Now for a month or more, this sound problem comes on me, INTERMITTENTLY, and it always conforms to when /Donald dirtbag Trump needs to sure up his magical life using parallel event against poor cousin Mark, or ICPE-APE-TECH, as my many many long winded blogs have told about now for a decade and a half or so. I knew that damage had been done by a powerful electronic signal transmission, nothing at all for the fucking goddamn MILITUFORCE to accomplish. Just because the technicians and the trade schools don't fucking teach COVERT BLACK-OPS TECH regarding electronics, doesn't mean that mountainpen is a nut case crackpot for making these claims, as I know absolutely that these words are true and absolutely real and honest! Way back in Atco, and up through my time at HIGHVIEW Apartments the first of two times living there, or early in 1983 from middle 1986; I observed that the M2F was continually CONENCTED TO ME, ELECTRONICALLY. They could endlessly fuck with me, just as they also do by AIR, by HEALTH ASSAULTS, by other HUMAN INTERACTION USING MIND CONTROL, by UTILITY ATTACKS, by PROPERTY DAMAGE, by keeping me endlessly OPPRESSED AND FINANCIALLY WRECKED, and the list literally reads on and on and on, and exceeding what most folks call a LAUNDRY-LIST, only ON FUCKING CUNT DAMN STEROIDS! This is truth, so help me Almighty Lordess Neecy (SARAH-STACEY) Jehovah Krassle, the ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS, who by the way CAME TO ME IN A WILD SHORT DREAMING INTERACTION JUST LAST NIGHT, and reminded me to open up and read the note from who I'll now call, NEW GROUP LEADER, since he is absolutely not 'AD6', and this upset the Central Intelligence Agency, so I do not mean to ever do that, as I happen to love my mother fucking nutty ass country!!!! SHE also reminded me that if I ever go back into that EDEN-INTERACTION, and decide to NOT ASK HER to spare the world as I did originally, THINGS WOULD BE CHANGED, and that I am truly the most powerful person on the Earth-planet, despite illusions of this absolutely NAUT being so whatsoever, because I always have this back up emergency plan in my pocket. SHE'S RIGHT!













I could go on and on as stated earlier on all of the shit I've already spoken of on this blog, and I won't, not right now today. Still, even if it angers the NGL, I have to tell one thing that is major beyond any amount of swallowed dogshit that is regurgitated, and is then again, re-swallowed. He says that in 1980, after moving into the FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD or (Robin Hill Apartments) same diff; that I did two huge things that got back to Mister Marcucci, through a neighbor pal of yours, who moved to Atlanta, and was in the military service, & who was extremely jealous of me because his wife and her girlfriends referred to me as, 'that white hot new neighbor', all throughout the summer of 1980, imagine that? It seems that they heard me transferring some of the BEATLES MUSIC from a job at RPL, that was being done, and I was placing it onto my open reel tape for my own collection, and that they heard both that, as well as an amazing (faked) phone conversation between myself and Shorty MacInvondi, where he was threatening me, and calling me a “hot shot” and upsetting me, and it really was a wild incredible tape that I doubt anywhere in Hollywood that anything close to this has ever been done. Somehow it got back to Paul McCartney, and I don't wish to further upset the daughter of the astronaut, or little Opee from Mayberry; but it seems that this is why three years later, he used the basic part of my song that began, “Just when I found the perfect one, the one that would love me so”, on his hit song about “loving her so bad”. I thought that I was imagining this, but it seems that a musicologist friend of the 'NGL' dude, didn't think so at all. Still, when I copyrighted my DEMOS, as well as began telling Lenny McKinnon the record promoter, that I had met through the Chief Recording Engineer of RPL, Mister Howard Solomon, that “I would get him the Beatles if he would just get off of my back”, and I wasn't really serious about this, nor did I even recall the old days much, back at Cooley Hall at that time, as I'd grown up, and tried to move on into my adult life by then, and was 25 years of age, but ever since I moved into 1802 and then did those two goddamn things almost immediately; forces around the entire galaxy went totally Joe Paget Postal, and this was the real reason that between this as well as Paula King learning of my young adult life activities, that all of this nightmare began to surround me at the speed of damn light. Marcucci's exact words to Paul, lovely Mizz Lovell, were, at least according to NGL; “We didn't want him to figure things out yet, not ahead of the intended schedule”. Like fucking shit eating MEGA TERRA W-O-W, huh lovely Oprah Spoon-Dancing Winfrey! Only it seems things don't stop here by any stretch of the mind or the anti-mind either, all 'FLYERS' and all 'NECK BITE' SORES, on any Japanese or non-Japanese floors or levels of signal speed changes!!!!!!!!!!! WHA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA SIR MCNULTY.













Back in 2013 I copyrighted my most recent musical project as the world knows by now, or the WORLD OWNERS and secret agents who travel the world over continuously, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, yo! The name of the project was called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, and I am sure this ain't a mystery to anyone. Still, NGL wanted me to re-listen to the entire project on this day, and I did, and totally new ideas came to me, since I have now transferred my ETERNAL NOW into late 2019 and no longer connect into the dreams that I was having where a wall calendar displayed a year called 2013. This is the way with all of us, and most definitely NOT JUST ME. I doubt more than 100 people truly understand that we are simply in an endless now even on a physical plane of so-called 'human life', and on this plane, yes we have real matter, real caporial life, or the powerhouse illusion of it anyway through the magic of dividing our true awareness and reality by the speed of light squared. There is only an ENDLESS NOW, along with PHOTON MEMORIES 'behind' us, and PHOTON PROJECTIONS 'ahead of us'. You can argue all you want that cities exist where long ago it was all just woods and on and on, and you now have grown children that when you were in the fifth grade you did not have, and I will argue back with you, hey dummy, ETERNAL NOW is all that there is, and riding on a beam of light that we all think of as REALITY, is both the past behind us that is nothing more than memory within that photon beam, and the future ahead of us that is nothing more than potential interactions in an inconceivable programmed simulationogram. The damn mathematics is there to absolutely back up these words, and no one wants to hear the truth! They never did, and they threw the KING OF TRUTH on a damn cross, and he never dared to tell anything like this. He could have of course, but even my 61st grandfather's Uncle Jesus DID NAUT DO IT!













Yes the great last musical project from when I was dreaming here that it was July of 2013 and when I threw it into the mail on the 3rd day in month number 7, and how the great cousin of John BonJovi, Sir Tony, and his Sound Engineer Sir Ryan, helped me take a phone conversation with my daughter, at the age of 14 years, while she was faking out to be a Lab-Technician at a throat specialist's office, just off of Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia; as well as how things fit into my ATCO days, and so much more; will take years more of endless blogs, just to get to the damn surface of it all, let alone begin to actually cut through this thick ice cube of the non-Christ-droid 12th Planet; oh great mighty fucking 'WFMU' Crackpots from New Jersey Internet Radio! For right now, I told how during the period where I went off the grid, and stopped my blog for a quarter decade of time, and was playing Morianity through an open circuit dead line telephone; which absolutely has an effect on reality, and the MILITUFORCE knows it beyond one speck of fucking cunt doubt; and how suddenly my tape machine stopped working, and the sound was shot, out of the blue, because I WAS CRASHING THEIR GODDAMN FUCKING WORTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CRIMINAL STOCK MARKET, USING MY PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; and I could no longer do this, as I am too poor to replace broken shit that gets done to me by an endlessly powerful force of total scum, AKA the WOMO. While playing with some electronic circuits just recently, from taking apart several machines that I purchased from the 'HARVEST', back in 2010 and 2011 while employed there, or actually as a volunteer there, through a government stipend from Washington, DC, connected with the AARP system, and I used some of my knowledge on making these weird circuits, that seem to be able to cause REALITY ITSELF TO ALTER, and although I could not restore STEREO to my TV system, I totally repaired the fucking damage that the MILITUFORCE did to my tape deck that was a threat to their DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and of course the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BULL MARKET took off after both this as well as sending my music project for COPYRIGHT, as the parallel event for doing that is always always always a SUPER BULLISH FUCKING RUN, and this has held true for forty years almost, yo! This is the one mystery that even current almost 2020 MORIANITY has not solved. The M2F hates me doing music yet THEY LOVE A BULL STOCK MARKET and an endlessly POSITIVE ECONOMY, and for the first time we have gone a decade plus, without a fuckign recession in America, and they have hurt me worse than EVER EVER EVER, to get this and to get their diseased mother fuckign way, this evil sicko slime ball GROUPATION THAT MORIANITY CALLS THE WORLD OWNER MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, and shortened to the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the ultimate and unfathomable fucking mystery is then, WHY DO 'THEY' STOP ME ENDLESSLY FROM MAKING MY MUSIC, especially since I do not write music in current day marketable style, and so it won't make me any real money ever, and this is the real NO-NO thing, me having any fucking cunt money whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!! SO WHY THEN?????????? EVEN SIR NGL (New Group Leader) has no answer for this big query!!!!!











The great Philadelphia Wireless Trade School if they're still out there, has no clue about what electronics really truly is, but the mother fucking dirt bag evil twisted MILITUFORCE DOES!!!!!!!! And this is why I am being persecuted and harassed to my death by this groupation of total sick slimy scum, and why they have wiped out my entire life, AND THE MUFON PEEPS KNOW IT, and yet, even they don't seem to care, and Sir NGL has a powerful explanation. Even they are scared of certain things, and the ultimate threats against several peeps who truly wish to help me with all of this, including my local Sheriff; just will not take the risk of having their entire lives and the lives of their entire families tortured and eventually destroyed and obliterated. Dennis Snyder oh great sir yo, even you couldn't say it with enough vigor or appropriate force right now, even if you were right here at my shoulder where the DEATH ANGEL seems to love to hang around so damn often. Even you would be absolutely inadequate to properly say your somewhat now world famous great quotation, still sir, I'll say it. “AND THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















I will no longer be checking stats on this blog nor posting photos, so whoever killed so much of my blog can go STRAIGHT TO FUCKING DOGTOWN. From now on, this is my own notes, and if people want to read them, fine, and if now, S-C-R-E-W ALL OF YOU's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR LOSS, because someday this entire world will ABSOLUTELY NEED MY MORINAITY OR IT WILL BE DOOMED, Mister Eckstein. You mocked me when we talked about whether I would be voting in my adult life. I blogged this a long while back, I remember distinctly doing this. 'll bet you never thought all of this would happen. Sarah Jacobson knew that it would though. Some fucking hacker just tried to screw up the font on this blog, SHERIFF MASCARA, but we don't want anything to happen to you, so don't worry about my blood being on your hands, I shan't hold any of this against you for not rendering me any official assistance. I always knew that people were getting either mind controlled, paid handsomely, or being threatened like in that great OTHER-'TMC' movie called “Cash On Demand”. Logic dictates it is always going to be either A, B, or C, huh Mike Jackson, yo? Oh yes, if not paid or threatened, then definitely MIND CONTROLLED, and just what is mind, and how can it be manipulated? Hey, how can electronics change the entire planet in a lousy century the way it has? I know and I have the fucking answers. And they were smart enough to use the greatest deceiver tool in the bag, 'gradualism'. It began with the telegraph, and it is now up to present moment with Internet and Social-Media. Still, anyone dumb enough to believe that major shit, lat alone little ass minor fucking shit, just happens all by its whittle lonesome, well; then you damn DESERVE TO REMAIN IN YOUR IGNORANCE and dirty ass bath-water, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!











No more photos, no more ugly me to look at, no more “hahaha's”, no more nothin' and no nothin', right lovely DIANA??????? Hey, I am not crying over any spilled fucking rotten toilet water, not even when it overflows onto an extremely expensive carpet such as those at Buckingham Palace, OH MY QUEEN! So why YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for that matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????

These ILLEGALS in #608 are still slamming!

And the fucking time is now 1:23 AM, SIR 'IMM PC'!!!





NO MORE STS, JUST MAJOR ENDLESS TELLS!











THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH BEACH PIGS!!!





















END TRANSMISSION, YO!


























































































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