DOGTOWN
TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE
CHAPTER
6
11:00
A.M. ON MONDAY, 6 JANUARY, 2020
THE
ASTRAL PLANE GODS ARE SCREWING WITH ME BIGGER THAN EVER IN MY ENTIRE
MOTHER FUCKING 65 YEARS HERE ON THIS PLANET. THE
MORE I KEEP ON TATTLE TAILING, THE WORSE THEY ARE MAKING IT FOR ME.
I heard a fucking cunt voice inside my head at
around midnight while watching television and during a commercial
break, and it said, “Your public housing maintenance people will be
screwing with you later today so ha-ha-ha”. I thought they
meant more noise next to me, not that this still won't happen, and in
addition, Sunday morning, my new dirt bag upstairs cock suckers moved
in, and were loudly arranging furniture on my mother fucking ceiling
for hours and hours. I had a note placed at my door back in middle
December of 2019, that told me that up through the tenth of January,
repairs would be made in the apartments. Sure enough I had just
fallen fucking asleep, and had planned to sleep from about ten this
morning until four this afternoon; and right at just past half past
ten and after just getting to mother fucking cunt eating sleep, BANG
BANG, they're at my goddamn door to repair one tiny stupid thing that
doesn't matter one little bit, and has a zero significance; a
mere light switch plate that had a small crack in it. Forget
the two busted venetian blinds, the busted leaky window causing mold
and mildew, the major rodent and roach infestation, a busted stove
top burner, and some other smaller things, oh no; just wake me
up to replace a stupid ass fucking face plate that I don't even use
or see, and MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR YET ANOTHER
DAY FOR ME, totally ruining 2020 and its mother fucking jerked off
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR DAYS,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!
All
that needs to ever be mother fucking milf-gilf said about all of this
damn shit, was perfectly stated in 1997, OR
SHOULD HAVE BEEN, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG, at the wonderful mother
fucking White Horse Pike (Route-30) DAIRY-QUEEN; “This
is fucking WEEDEEKAWUSS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dec
30,
2019 7:00 AM – Jan
6,
2020 6:00 AM
|
I
am under another major fucking assault on this 6
JANUARY OF 2020, on an early Monday fucking morning. It is
time to branch out and tell a new group of concepts, that I have sort
of left out of things intentionally, as a back up plan. We all need
fucking back up plans. When things do not work with plan A, we have
plan B, and then C and down the alphabet we go, and even if someone
is pre-programmed to endlessly fail at every attempt to succeed, at
least nobody can ever accuse a person with an entire bag of back up
plans, OF NOT TRYING THEIR EVER LOVING MOTHER
FUCKING TOTAL ASS BEST!All day yesterday Sunday, and right up
through past two of this cunt eating morning on Monday, my
COMCAST CABLE is endlessly freezing up with that fucking pop
on box that says they are having trouble connecting to the internet.
As soon as I move out of this shithole public housing building, I am
switching away from all large providers, and going to the best one
time pay ANTENNA-TV service available, and back to a normal landline
telephone through Florida's Bell South Company, and there has to be
an internet service somewhere and I will find it either online or at
my library with the help on my researcher lady friend there. But I am
GETTING AWAY FROM COMCAST IN MARCH, ONCE AND FUCKING FOR ALL; because
lovely KATY QUEEN from 1997, and beat me up if you wish, you tall
gorgeous teen queen; but this is WEEDEEKAWUSS
SQUARED, as well as CUBED, and power factored by ten after
that! Killing roaches everywhere and endlessly SPRAYING RAID CANS is
also merely par for the cunt licking course around here. The trash
chutes are out of order and that means that the infestation is only
going to grow to intolerable levels and eventually this entire
building will end up implosion-dynamited and condemned! Now tell me
something that I don't mother fucking already know!
Transmitting
signals into a human being's mind is not all that difficult,
just as using the old medical biofeedback systems to control pain, as
well as other nerve damage related physical malfunctions, and the
surface part of these older technologies were explored and used and
then not so much after more hidden and sinister uses began as all
things always do, getting militarily used for not so nice purposes,
and to quote my father who did serve during the great WWll, “Mark,
the military is always 20 years ahead of the civilian population”.
But in my entire fourteen year BLOG PROJECT of the Mountainpen, I
have perhaps glossed lightly over a few things that NOW I WILL PLACE
ALL TOGETHER in a special way that sort of rewrites the history of
seeing things, even by the Mountainpen's perspective,
'two-dimensionally'. Real thinkers as well as great super sleuths and
police detectives, all instinctively know and use the principle of
seeing the same facts in more than one light when nothing seems to
bring about the necessary conclusions that allow them to figure out
the “who done its”. I too am merely about to shine some new
colored lights on the very same already told facts, and this will of
course not be done in one single blog, but we can look at this blog
as a true foundation of future blogs to follow that will further
widen this scope and further illuminate the otherwise escaping hidden
truths. This is like a second detective coming over to help a fellow
cop with 'new eyes' on the very same thing, and this is not that much
different than why those same detectives will drill suspects over and
over on the very same questions. Let us move this along now without
further mumbo jumbo word playing horse shit, shall we? When hidden
technologies are indeed employed to do such MIND CONTROL deeds on
people for any potential rhyme or reason; different people with
different psychological make ups will respond somewhat differently,
in varying degrees and effects, with varying long lasting results,
and on and on. No two leaves, fingerprints or PEOPLE are the same,
and this is not new information by any stretch. But I do know for a
fact that the powerful people in charge of the world ruling
structures of WHO IS ALLOWED TO KNOW WHAT,
ABOUT ALL HUGE HIDDEN THINGS, are all fully and totally aware
of just how the effects of knowing several of the forbidden and taboo
items with the UFO-TRUTHS being right up there on top of the fucking
pile; would indeed all go down as well as what would happen in the
larger pictures of sociological structures, if and when these
forbidden things were ever found out in ways that were fully
sociologically accepted as fact. The largest
experiment done BY THEM, using THEIR CONTROLLED NETWORK OF
ENTERTAINMENT, was already conducted. I speak of the past
century's great Orson Wells and his story called, “War of the
Worlds”, and how people reacted to what would appear to the logical
mind as a completely benign event of pure entertainment. I assure you
all that other such experiments not only have been conducted, but in
real time right now while I type this blog up, these very same lab
rat studies are being performed on us average global citizens
continuously and constantly by what Morianity calls, THE MILITUFORCE!
Many people get screwed with such as me, and entire huge deals are
actually engineered much as Hollywood and the Entertainment industry
creates entire shows and movies, and this is performed all the time,
year in and year out, and so who better to be in absolute cohorts
with than them? This is why so many entertainment world things have
been done to me and around me decade after decade for half of a damn
century now. Many greater people than I will ever be ten times
fucking ass over, have gone completely insane and lost their mind
when they were made to suffer through just small amounts of what they
have done to LAB-RAT-MARK WAYNE MOHR! Still, I can literally cite
THOUSANDS of examples to the one that I will print up that is a most
recent example, and that would be the Taylor Swift commercial where
she, Like DQ KATE, is serving food and ice cream, both big music
entertainment industry stars and celebrities, and in all honesty,
what would the odds be for even just this one commercial being made
for ME TO SEE? And as I said, without fear of being accused of even a
slight fucking exaggeration here, I could make a list of well over a
thousand examples of this very same thing, over and over and over,
decade after decade. So what is the goal or the motive of THEM, to do
these things, after-all, who am I in all logical rational fucking
honesty, to bring all these powerful wealthy forces together to do
all of this, just for my little insignificant benefit? Obviously, to
THEM, by THEIR perspective, one might conclude that knowing things I
do not and being privy to shit far beyond my tiny little kept0out
secluded loop of any possible information; I AM THAT IMPORTANT. OR,
the entire thing is just happening through a wild GASME GODS GAME
USING MIND-CONTROL, and all just to make me think this is all about
me, and make me lose my mind and my sanity. But again, why am I then
so damn ass important to these HALLS FAWCES, so that they need to
apply this kind of wild amounts of unfathomable attention and time
and resources and expense; to do all this to a total nobody? We can
play super sleuth all fucking night long and into next decade, and it
always comes back to the real powerhouse fucking truth that cannot be
escaped from. It is all real, it is all happening, it makes no sense
whatsoever, and it can be queried and picked at by ten thousand of
NYC's greatest police detectives, and no one can ever know the
answer, because it is not just about ten quintillion numbers that are
all five hundred digits long that need to be all multiplied together.
That, although it would take any great super computer lots of time,
CAN BE FIGURED OUT EVENTUALLY, because IT HAS A RATUIONAL ANSWER, and
some things in this physical plane of life humanly as all of us,
SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE A RATIONAL REASON FOR BEING, and yet they are, or
to quote my great educator in late 1969 and into 1970, Mister
Marcucci; “WE MUST LET IT BE, because IT
IS”! Most of the fans on this Earth-Planet don't know
his entire secret saying, so I will tell you all now, today! You
all know the smaller version, “LET
IT BE”!
So
without getting the Costner gang, or the record promoter Mister
McKinnon too excited or 'blissed-out' here, as many parallel
universes in localized hyperspace would say it and I had to add the
word into my own computer's Spellchecker Dictionary; and without
getting into songs pertaining to that great '27'
number, or me being called “Little
Boy” by the mighty Earth-Planet LIGHTNING known Astrally as Goddess
Diana Arteemis; we will truck on with a bit more details,
after quickly inserting here that SHE IS A LOT
MORE THAN JUST ELECTRICITY, and my musical projects were all
just there to let the multiverse know that I
WAS HERE, and that I WAS SEVERLY
PERSECUTED BY THESE HALLS FAWCES. Even the great crew and
Landing Party of the fictional Star Ship
Enterprise, in the original STAR TREK
TV SHOW; came to realize that SHE is
more than just SIMPLE ELECTRICITY, when they tried to 'short
out' one of my kids, or if not, some other COIL who is dreaming off
of the endless Purgatory Plane. So yes great
© Office, we can just LET IT BE for
right now, and not hang out with Mister
Marcucci and his pals, in any part of the localized fifth dimensional
hyperspace of the metaverse-dreamoffs. Yessir; good old
reliable fucking JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE
just got me, with those damn ass 'ONE' GROUPATION NUMBERS, 'FAWCING'
ME TO compensate (cunt phlegm rape) with
a great and gorgeous groupation of 'FIVE' NUMBERS STRAIGHT FROM
LOVELY SAHASRA DAL KANWAL (HEAVEN)!
After this, I'll continue onward with me' great discussion here, me'
maitees, that is if you're not too overheated right about now with
that terrible firefox1.4 or that terrible FIRE, Sir Mike
Soft!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
when MIND CONTROL is done by
these ULTIMATE LABORATORY TECHIES, like WOW huh lovely Mizz OPRAH
Spoondancer; most of the time it is done just as a laboratory
EXPERIMENT, but behind that great and powerful OZ-CURTAIN, are the
ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS, pulling on THEIR OWN
343434343434MCMCMCMCMCMCMC puppeteer strings, controlling the MIND
CONTROLLERS in much the same way, and believe me, THEY KNOW IT. They
not only work together but they have accepted that the GODS are
indeed THE BOSS, because to quote both David Roth and lovely L&O
Alice Simmonelli, “THEY HAVE ALL THE POWER”!!! But here is a
powerhouse secret that I HAVE NEVER FULLY TOLD and I MAY NEED SOME
REAL WORLD PROTECTION THIS WEEK, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AFTER I LET
THIS CAT OUT OF THE FUCKING BAG, OH SIR!!!!!!!! Some of the
experiments are done with the goal of forcing those being controlled
into PARTS OF THEIR SHOW, much like HOLLYWOOD 'EXTRAS' are used in
movies. When an EXTRA is needed, they are found and paid, BUT when
things are too secret for anyone to BE TOLD what is happening, then
these EXTRAS are needed SECRETLY, without them EVEN EVEN KNOWING OR
REALIZING THAT THEY INDEED HAD PLAYED THESE PARTS AS HALLS FAWCES
'EXTRAS'. But there is a lot more to this story, and to
thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss story as well, oh lovely Erica AMC
Kane of 1983; you ravishing girl! There are three ways for the
Astral-Plane GODS to come into this HUMAN Physical Plane of life
where we appear to be inside of a nuclear cosmic universe and one of
virtually countless others all laying inside of a much larger fifth
dimensional fabric of SPACE-TIME-MIND. One way of course is not
optional because even in Purgatory, there is always an eventual drag
and thus a loss of sufficient energy after unlimited interactions
exhaust them and force them to DREAM-OFF of the Astral-Plane, and
then out into this blown-out fifth dimensional hyperspace. The other
two ways are the travelers where they come together as a group,
ASTRALLY known as forming A GROUPATION, and many of them have indeed
been spotted in the skies of our human world, mostly disc shaped
coins or cigar shaped coils, but some other forms do also emerge due
to the combinational forces and cohesiveness of the groupation
processes. Then there is what I HAVE NEVER EVER SAID, and hoped that
I would NEVER EVER HAVE TO SAY IT, and I simply feel that I NOW MUST
SAY IT. This is the TRANSFERRED
TO CRYSTAL INTER-PROGRAMMING METHOD, where rather than
dreaming in as a groupation or (fleet of unidentified flying
objects), or dreaming into human lives, just as less high energetic
entities of the Purgatory do, such as most of us who walk upright on
this Earth-Planet; they
transfer into a nuclear timed and programmed crystalline existence,
where they are fully conscious but immobile, and these things are
what are eventually placed into our radios, and televisions, and
computers, and smart devices, and cellular phones; and any and all
ELECTRONIC gadgetry (Harry Potter TRUE Wizardry)! They control all of
our lives completely and totally, and if we suddenly HAD TO BE
WITHOUT THEM RIGHT NOW, our entire civilization would completely
collapse and be obliterated, and THIS IS NO ACCIDENT BUT RATHER, HAS
BEEN ACCOMPLISHED AS A POWERFUL PLAN AND GOAL! This is
truth, and don't think for one second that THIS BLOG IS NOT NOW
CONSIDERED TO BE IN VIOLATION OF MAJESTIC-12 TOP TOP SECRETR
INFORMATION. I may not have to go to prison because I can swear to
the truth that I know these things because of PATRICIA HOLLISTER and
her FASCITAR, and the gods only know how our LOVELY DAUGHTER FITS
INTO IT ALL, but I did not steal this knowledge, hack into any
government or industrial computer, or kidnap and torture anyone or
commit any illegal crime in order to obtain any of these facts. I AM
A REALIZED PURGATITE, and put a bit simpler here, the great Master
Eckankar GURU'S known as ECK-MASTERS and Variagi Masters, that on a
scale from 1-100, on true awareness to all things on all planes of
existence; THEY would rate at around a 3-5 or so, and I WOULD RATE UP
AROUND A NINETY or so! To quote Mister Dennis Snyder of Elm,
NJUSAESMWG; “And that's just reality, son”! On top of
'Thissssssss', lovely Erica Kane of All My Children from 1983; anyone
anywhere can buy an expensive pair of headphones and a good high
powered sound amplifying device, and listen to the sounds of these
immobile crystalline entities as you use remote control devices to
make changes in various audio and video and computer apparatuses in
your dwellings. Don';t ever take my word for fucking dogshit, yo. Do
it yourself. You will come to see in perfect clarity real goddamn ass
soon that indeed, we all are under the POWERFUL FAWCE OF THESE
ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, or HALLS FAWCES, and even the human based
MILITUFORCE is merely an extension and a physical plane connection to
THEM. All the shit that I used to label as “Radio
and Television Teasing and Harassment”, such as T.S.
Commercial and thousands of other such similar examples just like
this one, are really not a group of humans sitting around a HACK-ROOM
having endless fun fucking with one little NOBODY, no matter how you
wish to look at and examine all of that. One possible way of
examining and scrutinizing all of these otherwise fully, and
completely, and absolutely unexplainable things; is to realize that
these powerful HALLS FAWCES or GODS/GODDESSES of the great 'CATHOLIC'
Purgatory; (Astral-Plane), tend to keep records of things, and our
great HOLY WORDS go out of their fuckign way to tell the MORTAL WORLD
(MW) that indeed, a record of all things is
being very very very meticulously kept on this ASTRAL-PLANE,
and one such locale for these records in the GREAT
CAPITOL CITY OF SAHASRA DAL KNAWAL, in the CITY HALL, by the
great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, & scriptually labeled as “THE
LAMBS BOOK OF LIFE”. Oh well, at least it isn't the
Lambs Book of the Beach, (1) or (2), with two being the MORIANITY FOR
MILLENNIUM 3, & AKA the BOM (Blogs Of
Mountainpen)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
American
marketing is all a part of this Entertainment World/Astral Plane
Briggbase Cult EVIL DUAL ACTION COLLUSION. I am sick to
fucking death not only of HOW THIS ALL FUNCTIONS, but how this entire
rotten dirty mess, endlessly escapes the notice and attention of all
of the so-called Grant O'Neil 'NORMAL
PEOPLE' that surround me every damn day. For years back
shortly into the cunt eating twenty-tens, it was the assault on
Americans by those fucking evil criminal pharmaceutical giants, and
every mother fuckign advertisement on television was about telling
your doctor about this pill or that pill, endlessly with that
annoying “TELL YOUR DOCTOR, TELL YOUR
DOCTOR”. THE BLACK HAT FUCKING HACKERS ARE POURING ON THOSE
3 MOUSE ILLEGAL ASSAULTS ON ME SHERIFF, YO!!!!!!!!! Then we went on
that CAR INSURANCE ROLL when those dirt bag stupid moron tunes of
Liberty Insurance and that moron garbage insurance company came to
be, with those horrendous lame ass fucking ads!!!!!!!!!! Still a lot
of car insurance garbage ads come on, but for a while it was even
worse. NOW recently since the early autumn of last fucking year, it
is THESE GODDESSDAMN AWFUL ENDLESS CHARITIES.
GIMME' GIMME' GIMME'. We poor people out here HAVE FUCKING NOTHING
TO GIVE, but they don't care. Just give them all you got, mother
fuckers. This entire shit
would ALL BE TOTALLY ILLEGAL, AND NOT PERMITTED BY BOB MCDOWELL'S
GREAT (FCC) FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, a long time ago, when
I was young. This entire mother fucking
criminal marketing system in America SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS,
and I'll take a nice hot fudge Sundae, lovely Taylor and
Katy!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
I
am killing huge horrible mother fucking COCK ROACHES in every room in
this horrible shithole nightmare apartment that I pay my rent
faithfully and on time to live in. This makes 'UNFAIR' look like a
canoe ride down Niagara Falls, New York in comparison.
11:25
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
MONDAY MORNING
6
JANUARY,
2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
01/06/2020
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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My blogs FROM DOGTOWN
My
ILLEGAL COUSIN SCUMBAG NABES from across the hall from me are
SLAMMING AWAY TODAY, and annoying me to TOTAL FUCKING CUNT
DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cifaloglio Inc - Minotola, New Jersey - Waste Management ...
Phone, (856)
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NAUT
even SARAH the great,
is an exception to these rules:
OR
MAGICAL APPEARANCES DONE TRANSDIMENSIONALLY IN TRANSFER STATIONS,
THAT
ARE NOW ONWNED BY THE MIGHTY ALL-GHOST-WHISPERING
“WASTE-MANAGEMENT COMPANY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND,
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS RANDOM,
AND NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, NO
JOB,
NO
RESIDENCE,
NO
CONTACT WITH ANYONE;
&
NOTHING
IS EVER JUST NOTHING!!!!!
EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME SINCE I LEFT THE
MAGICAL SUBATOMIC POWERED OR CONTROLLED COOLEY HIGH HELL HALL OF
DOGTOWN ON EARTH, DID
NAUT HAPPEN
BY SHEER TOTAL HAPPENSTANCE
RANDOM CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
BUT
BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!
AND
ENDLESS COMPUKER HACKING IS EVEN WORSE THAN THIS!!!!!!!
A
DEATH BEAM IS STRIKING MY HEALTH!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
“YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
JANUARY 6, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
THE
GODS GASME GAMES:
I
HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS
GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR
BEYOND CUTTING AND PASTING IN SOLAR SYSTEMS, OR CREATING ALL SORTS OF
NASTY ASS SHIT, ESPECIALLY WITH POOR PITIFUL FRAIL AND ELDERLY
WHITTLE ME, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS
GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND ROACHES AND RATS
EVERYWHERE. IT IS ALSO HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES
EVERY NIGHT, AND ENDLESS GAMES THAT SEEM TO ME TO BE TOTALLY
ASS SILLY, BUT OBVIOUSLY ARE ANYTHING MOTHER
FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT SILLY TO THESE SICKIO
WACK JOB FUCKING TURD HUFFING GODS OF
THE PURGATORY. I SPEAK OF ANOTHER 'MIND HACK', OR CALENDAR
HACK, OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS CAUSING THIS
SHIT WITH THE LUNAR PHASES.
SOMEONE IS EITHER CHANGING CALENDARS ON MY WALL, OR SOMEHOW DIRECTLY
HACKING MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND ITSELF; AND NEITHER OF
THESE TWO GODDAMN FUCKING THINGS IS TOO DIFFICULT FOR THESE DISEASED
ASTRAL PLANE GODS TO ACCOMPLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know that I carefully looked on my brand new calendar,
and I compared the ending of the past year calendar very carefully,
counting out the exact times of the QUARTER
LUNAR
PHASES, and then the
days in-between them; and yet for a second MOTHER FUCKING
TIME NOW, THINGS HAVE MAGICALLY ALTERED,
and are not what they used to be weeks ago when I printed up the new
month lunar pasting page for populating in the new data for blog
posting. This is why I hesitate to stop things, and now
when I feel like doing shit, I will do shit, and when I don't fucking
feel like it, then I won't fuckign cunt do it. It is my blog, and
people can read it or ignore it at their own discretion. Also, I say
in absolute honesty, candor, and selflessness, as much as I would
love to have a more popular blog; the vast majority of 99.999999999%
or so of blog followers who refuse to entertain Mountainpen's wisdom
and free information, may very well be placing huge knives into the
bodies of their so-called loving descendants!!!!!!!! This
is why I will do what I WANT TO DO from now on, and right now,
since THESE GASME GODS GAMES are very real,
and I need to prove this shit as best as any fucking cunt DOGTOWN
RESIDENT could possibly ever
hope to do; it has been well established now that there is a
NEW GAME IN TOWN, and its fucking
GODDESSDAMN name is “Let's
Fuck With Mountainpen's Lunar
Blogging Charts”!
As
I typed this last shit in, THE GODS JUST MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY
CRASHED MY CUNT LAPPING CUM PUKE HER (COMPUTER) SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA; EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT YOU COULD CARE
IN THE MOTHER FUCKING LEAST ABOUT MY
CIVIL RIGHTS AS A CITIZEN OF YOUR COUNTY, OR THIS
ILLEGAL ELDER FUCKING ABUSE; OH GREAT
'KIND SIR'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 THE ASSAULT ON
ME DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF 6
JANUARY OF 2019, AND
THE ENTIRE MONTH AND YEAR;
WITH MAJOR COMPUTER HACK ATTACKS, MAJOR UTILITIES ATTACKS, MAJOR
MOISE AND PHA ATTACKS, THAT IS ALL A PART OF THIS 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.
Tattle
tailing on these sicko gods DOES NOT WORK, and in fact, NOT ONE
MOTHER FUCKING SHIT EATING THING DOES WORK. You or I
will beat the mother fucking casinos before you can beat the
lawtronically built in GASME GODS GAMES with me, or better said
perhaps, played AGAINST ME, because THEY
CAN FORCE ME TO ALWAYS PLAY BY “THEIR RULES”, and I, simply
fucking cunt put yo, CANNAUT force them to
ever play by my rules, and so this
is a recipe for endless disaster and misery.
It is no different than playing FIXED GAMES with legally built in
endless mathematical advantages such as what is played in any and
every casino on the Earth-Planet. Dennis Snyder would put it
absolutely mother fucking perfectly here, and I'll again quote him,
“And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mother fucking cunt huffing filthy rotten diseased MILITUFORCE
took me to their Astral-Plane BRIGGBASE last night before I got up
for the day of Saturday. Before I totally mother fucking give up, I
intend to hire somebody after I move and get settled in, to promote
my blog to audiences interested in subjects ranging from anything
paranormal and psychic, the mysteries of
dreams and dreaming's, and the endless
quest for truth and knowledge concerning the extraterrestrial
situation, and including those studying all and any types of
religion, and learning about the
so-called TRUTHS OF GOD or (THE GODS, or
WHATEVER)!!! Just because I have so far failed to figure out
how to properly get my blogs to an audience truly interested in some
of the fuckign shit that I have talked about very seriously for
fourteen years now, DOES NOT MEAN THAT THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TO
GET THIS DONE IF I PAY A GRAND ORV SO TO A REAL PROMOTER, WHO IS
CHECKED OUT FULLY AND PROPERLY, THROUGH ALL CHANNELS INCLUDING THE
BETTER BUSINESS
BUREAU, CHAMBER
OF COMMERCE, AND SOME OTHER SOURCES.
Once I move, I fully intend to give all
of this ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING TRY,
before I just lay down AND DIE, or do a
100 percent gods-laughing 'SURRENDER-OZ-DOROTHY'
for them! If when all is said and done, if absolutely no one wants to
hear the Mountainpen, then fine, 'fuck ya's'
I will then just stop these blogs, and do other more resourceful
things, such as work and save towards moving to a minimum wage state
that is 15 bucks an hour, and go back to at
least part time if not full time security work, as many guards
are working well into their septuagenarian years and I have met a few
over eighty. So fuck you to everybody! Buttercheese and big ass
BUTTTTTTT but, before I decide that my tattle tailing is completely
without bruising the enemy here and there and maybe causing some
occasional busted fucking bones as well, I will decide whether or not
to pursue telling some other shit that I have never seriously
embarked on because I merely thought to myself that the shit I have
told so far was more important, and hey world, JUST
MAYBE I WAS OFF BASE,
AND TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG. It wouldn't be the first time that
I have goofed, and it sure as DOGTOWN won't be the last cock sucking
time either, yo BRO!
Yes
the nightmares were quite fucking cunt super ultra hyper intense
cubed and re-squared during me' last dreaming cycle before starting
me' day early Saturday afternoon, where I then spent most of me' day
KILLING HORRIBLE ROACHES. In me' nightmares, I was in Atlantic City
at the start of it, and had lost fifteen-hundred-bucks in one of
their rotten ass cheating casinos. They do not cheat in obvious ways
that would possibly cost them their gaming licenses, so don't
misunderstand me, any DA or other authorities out here, as it is
illegal to accuse people of crimes without proof, and I am fully
aware of that. I never ever said they cheat in ANY CONVENTIONAL WAY
but they do absolutely cheat in many hidden ways, AND WITH ME, THEY
USED PARALLEL EVENT AGAINST ME AS WELL AS A FEW OTHER NASTY TRICKS.
Still, they were not ever in danger of a license pull, and so I
cannot go running to some DA with a complaint, despite my
mathematical documentation printed and posted up some time early last
year if me' memory serves me correctly, concerning my experience on
Halloween Day in the year of 1983, at Steve Winn's Golden Nugget
Hotel and Casino. How much would you like to
bet me Sheriff Mascara sir, or any other great 'LEO' out there, that
if I had gone and WON 32 bets that had 50-50 chances to win or to
lose, straight in a row, that I
would not have BEEN ACCUSED OF CHEATING BY T-H-E-M??????
I will gladly 'WAGER' anyone out there in cyberspace, ten
trillion dollars, if you can prove to me, that should that have been
the case that day on 10-31-1983, this
would not have happened to me, and that I would not have been stopped
by security on my way out, to talk to the booth workers at the CCC
(Casino Control Commission)!!!!!!!! I will bet anyone
any time, but the problem is that how could this bet ever be fairly
wagered? Should that fact ever change, I'll be more than happy to
make this wager!
AS
SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING
SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE
SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND
MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO
QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME
REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE
SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS,
“ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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