02-05-2020
10:30
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
5
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
5
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
FEBRUARY 5,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:7
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I
am under a major MIND HACK today,
as well as a lot of annoying NABE NOISE
from all me' asshole nabes on the floor. I also had a pre dawn fire
alarm go off. The ILLEGAL cousins
slammed real loud at about twenty minutes past four, and again at
shortly past nine. I have informed the PH Authorities of all of this
activity when I paid my rent, and that is all I will say concerning
the matter for right now. The more I talk, the worse shit always gets
for me, and shit is already more than bad enough, yo! Still,
WEIN-SOSO?
Always
the same shit on a different day!
All
my life, whenever I have tried to learn things, instead of the usual
reward for that behavior that is encouraged with other people such as
students in school and so forth, I on the other hand have received
nothing but berating and rebuke from the authority around me, since I
was a child of approximately six years in physical age. I told how I
did my entire year's arithmetic book in first grade at the
Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Grammar School, and got into
trouble rather than being praised as a prodigy. Nothing changed as
time went on, and in fact, this same thing, whatever is truly behind
it all and ongoing around me; has only gotten geometrically worse
right up to the fucking present moment in time!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
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,
MY
BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR
FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
Fort
Pierce, FL 34950
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 DEATH
ASSAULT & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME
NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS February
5, 2020,
with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE , that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986;
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.
JANE
FUCKING WHORE Sleazedisease just got me AGAIN with PAGE
ELEVEN OF MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN, SO HERE IS MY
COMPENSATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
am so sick and tired of that rotten witch endlessly striking me down
with her ONES-ASSAULT, I could literally drink a pint of pig piss,
and would, if that would halt this non-ending mother fucking turd
swallowing bullshit at the speed of light squared!
Yessir,
when I would ask my family why I was being punished or told to do a
particular thing, they always believed that a child had no rights at
all, and was to be treated like mother fucking shit, and NEVER
allowed to know anything. This same shit of course, FOLLOWED
ME RIGHT INTO ADULTHOOD, and they never recognized me as
a grown up and there is no logical rational rhyme nor reason for
these things happening to me. Again, previews of all of the upcoming
attractions, huh all Sarah Jacobson's
as well as magical 343434343434 equivalents and medical shows? I
wonder just who would have my school records now, FBI, since the
magical winds of the COOLEY HALL have all dried up and stopped
blowing throughout all houses, white or black, or any color; huh
Mister 'BOE' Super, Camden County, NJ, Thompson?! WOW THAT, all
spoon dancers!
Tuesday
yesterday, there was a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE UPTICK on the
DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOLD YOU LOVELY
GIANT GINA, did I NAUT? Still, there is so much more to all of this
that no ten million blogs could ever have any real hope of
containing the full information. Parallel event, unlike the
Buddhist's CAUSEV & EFFECT KARMA CONCEPT, is omnidirectional. We
never can be sure if B is effecting A or if it is just as it may
appear with B being effected by A. Event-A, verses Event-B, that is.
When an established parallel event exists between A and B, it seems
to not matter which direction it is coming from. Just as with the
age old chicken or egg and which one truly comes first. Still, the
parallel event with Trump is HIM UP and the MARKETS UP, and HIM DOWN
and the MARKETS DOWN, or the exact opposite from the parallel event
of the markets and myself, where they run in a reverse parallel
event, but every bit as powerful a parallel event, and the
omnidirectional way this all runs also is there, not mattering one
tiny bit which way it goes, as event A or Event B can both cause the
other to come into play. Yesterday for a perfect example we get a
nearly four and a half hundred point up day, and then today follows
with TRUMP'S SENATE ACQUITTAL, and to quote Sir Dennis Snyder from
Elm, NJUSAESMWG again, “And that's just reality, son”! If these
things happened sometimes or even with a slight preponderance over
an otherwise 50-50 chance of being, then you could wonder. But when
things are running decade after decade at pretty much 100% or damn
close, then ignoring the truth to parallel event, or scoffing at it,
is if nothing else at all, quite fucking unscientific, would you not
think, oh shitty fucking world? Enemy fuckign dirtbag
BLACK-HAT-HACKERS are at it
again, with their famous 'WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK',
YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
ME' KIND WONDERFUL AND AWESOME SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
the game of Roulette, using and applying Parallel Event (PE), for
whatever the reasons in cosmos, has a 7% effect over the otherwise
50-50 randomized reality behind outside bets when we don't count the
house vig or advantage produced by the green zero number/s. But not
all parallel events have a 7% effect. The stock market when compared
to people like myself and President Donald John Trump, has a better
than 90% effect. Just why these variances in effect range like that,
I have not yet been able to determine in any scientific or anty
meaningful way. I won't fucking lie to a single soul and say
otherwise or even pretend to be onto it. I can theorize that it has
something to do with those subatomic digital realities spoken of so
often in me' Morianity and again recently in a blog within one or
two blogs from this present one. Things tend to either go into other
things or they don't, just as in the example that I gave with
numbers such as 91 divided by 4, verses 33 divided by 11. When
things fit, they fit, and when they don't, then obviously there will
be some friction somewhere that causes what may indeed appear as a
larger or a smaller parallel event between two connected items such
as EVENT-A and
EVENT-B.
But
before anyone laughs too loudly at any of this shit, remember two
things well. First, I made a consistent living by using this on an
unbeatable game for eight months of time until I abused the system
and gambled very haphazardly in the New Jersey casinos back in 1986.
also, Trump himself has openly admitted
on several occasions on public media forums that the stock market
will drop incredibly if anything happens to his power and his
presidency, and the MAN IS TELLING THE MOTHER
FUCKING ABSOLUTE TRUTH!!!
Mike
Patterson and I along with a Miami professor, attempted to take
Gawky Gaukauk's great formula that was shown me in a very vivid and
powerful '1980 DREAM', put it into a computer application (APP), and
sell it on the GOOGLE-PLAY. As with my 1974 mail order business, it
totally flopped. Here is a system that answers anything and
everything, and the world ignored me. Again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?! When I
wanted to share another idea with the professor, the MILITUFORCE
destroyed Mike's car, and my only way of getting over to the
professor, since my car is an old clunker and I would not trust it
to make the long 200 plus mile round trip. This has been an ongoing
shituation now since last summer time, and still, Mike cannot get
back on the road. He tried to get another car with the help of his
brother and some other family and friends,and he drove it for one
day, and poof, it ended up back in the shop, and he seems to be
right back where he started last July. HERE comes the
BLACK-HAT-HACKER'S other hack, the (SPACE-BAR-HACK) AGAIN!!!!!!! It
seems I am not allowed to tell anything that the MILITUFORCE
does to me, not without the consequences of their ENDLESS
MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTION ON ME, YO!!!!!!!!! The second idea
that should have launched before 2019 ended, has already been used
in many ways now, one being the law
enforcement's connection to the 'RING DOORBELL', and numerous
other things that I won't get into with specific details right now.
All my shit is always stolen; my music,
me' intellectual property, and me' tangible real property as well.
This is why I told the fucking Saint Lucie
County Judge what I told him last middle August, at my Jury Duty.
I told him the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help me GODDESS
SSJKK. No one can take or steal my integrity away from me, or
my goddamn fuckign honesty and candor. I do not lie, I tell it
straight and I tell it true, little Tammy Sandy Dee!!!!!!!!!!!! so
how's that little damn doctor of yours doing, lovely girl?
WEEEEEEEEEE!
All
my proof to all my incredible story, is not only on blogs; but also
in another hopefully dependable time capsule; the
great © OFFICE,
and my MUSIC PROJECTS! To
quote Sir Dennis Snyder here, “And that's
just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes,
the resemblance to Misses Marola and Misses Marcucci is quite
haunting, and so I post the picture from somewhere on the internet.
It is not of course, but to quote the priest who said to Father Lucci
in that fantastic movie called, “The Seventh Sign”, with Demi
Moore from late in the nineteen-eighties, does say it all, “The
resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
again, so is the resemblance to little Merry Hollister to that
Funny-Face picture that I post along with me and 'YANCY' and
Dalmatian. Someday, if it takes a trillion mother fuckign years, I'll
get to the bottom of it all, and THAT
'SIR KIMBA', IPY!!!!!!!!!!! It's all one
big laugh and joke to these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS & COILS, huh?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
There
are nine varying energy levels. We are all the lowest level beings,
and the highest level entities are COINS and COILS. This is what I
have been told by both the Astral Professor Gawky Gaukauk as well as
one of his associates at the great School of Mystery at the Astral
Teck Bay, Sri Illzukyahm. It is pronounced ILL-ZUCK-YUM. Some mystics
and psychics who have tripped off to the Purgatory, or the acid kids
of the sixties using Hoffman's drug AKA 'LSD' and its various cousin
'delick-generics'; have mistaken this awareness for planes of
existence on this starry or Astral condition-interaction where we all
truly exist. It is however not variances in so-called place but
rather, types of entities that occupy it. Just as humans here on
Earth fight for physical things, in Purgatory, it is the true energy
that is always sought after, think of it as the ultimate steroids
when multiplied by C-SQ. When entities grow stronger or manage to
attain higher total energy values, then they have the ability to do
more things that they want and have less to worry about from other
entities with more energy. This varies only in the famous
Einsteinian-C-SQUARED, from right here on Earth. As for James
Redfield and his synchronicity syndrome, this dovetails ever so
perfectly into all of this. However, that can wait for other blogs on
other photon-projected days,
huh Gab? If I'm not totally mistaken
right about fucking now peeps, this is where Mike McNulty would most
likely be chiming in with his now somewhat globally famous quotation
of, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!
I
think that the Project Bluebook Television Show from last night was
the best one ever so far. Even though so far they are not showing the
PRIVECODE COUNTER CONNECTIONS to anything related to the Alien
and UFO Phenomenon, at least we are getting into a few
things that I am personally able to relate to, such as what happened
to me when I was sitting at the Technion
Furniture Office Building in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG, back in
the early spring time of the year 2001, April
the 15th to be
precise; android0.9 AND
sir Mike Soft Sir, suddenly I just found myself
with a bunch of Olympian COILS transferred into human forms,
and DIANA was just starring at me with her
lovely long eyes, and smiling at me, while
her family were sort of observing me like I was about to
participate unwillingly in some type of a new game with them to see
what I would do if I were unable to remember my earlier days on Earth
with my Privecode-IMM-machine, and its connection with Lightning
Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis. Anywho folks, this all happened, and I too
have some missing time as well as some missing memories, but just
WHAT TRULY IS TIME AND WHAT TRULY ARE MEMORIES? Morianity has of
course started to harp a bit on this, and this is not the time or the
blog to go on with it, but I wish to merely tell what for right now
needs to be said. Notice how in the show, for those reading these
blogs ANDroid0.9 AND WATCHING THIS FANTASTIC SHOW IN THE 'HISTORY'
CHANNEL at 10 PM ON TUESDAY NIGHTS, that the name of the professor
who is partnered up with the MILITUFORCE (AIRFORCE) dude, has the
surname of ANTICHOCK??????? This entire thing with me was always
about CHOCKING, ATCO, AND 1983, and we all know it, BUTTERCHEESE
and big ass BUTT but, we also all
fucking cunt totally know, that its connected tentacles are quite
broad. They extend outward into things such as special alien chips
inside of a wild machine, that was taken off the market once I was
able to alter its normal function, and connect it up with other
devices; and also how all other shit all connects into this, EVEN
DOWN TO MY OWN DAMN ASS DAUGHTER, and all of the wild dreams from up
in the future from there by a quarter of a
century for crying out fucking loud, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir/mahm, the great maneuver for saving a chocking victim invented
by a man named what?????? THAT was the name given to the partner of
the Airforce dude, am I correct? And you still
doubt the JAMES REDFIELD
SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME for Crissake???????? Hey Mizz
Margie Leo, “CUT ME A BWAKE”,
WILLYA BIG GIRL, FROM THE CALDOR 113
STORE??????? Hey, there may be an 'L' in the one name and naut
in the other, but if that's naut close enough to split atoms, then
what would be?
Speaking
of this wonderful PROJECT-BLUEBOOK TV-SHOW, and the after Roswell
learned technology of reverse-engineering of propulsion systems,
with or without 'thinking forward'; I told the world how I was in a
bar with my then bizz-partner in that stupid little independent
record company called Studio Park Records, back in 1998, while I
lived at Guthrie Shorts Mansion on route 73 South at number 231, and
two of Mister Pedersen's pals were also there, one being
Chester-Frank, and one being a pal of both of theirs who
Chester-Frank was rooming with then until after my mom passed and he
then came to room with me; and how after the PRIVECODE had stopped
functioning, this dude told me that he is an electronics expert and
had repaired all sorts of devices over ther past twenty years, and
wanted to see what he could do with mine. I lent it to him, and he
couldn't do anything, but he told me, “I have never seen anything
like this in my entire life, it is almost alien looking, and those
wild chips inside of it are like nothing anywhere”. Hey yo, I just
report the news, I DON'T CREATE IT, YO! The National Airspace System,
huh Admiral Perry? What you see and read in the newspapers, I see and
read in the newspapers? Give me a break Admiral. In early middle
December of 1969, this Olympian 'family' of the Purgatory came to me
in a dream that I have not been able to stop thinking about DAY AND
NIGHT FOR A HALF CENTURY OF TIME NOW, and this incredible goddess
took my chain, whatever it really was, and told me that she needed it
for her great city, City of the Great Sarah Krassle, that the mighty
religion called “ECKANKAR” even seems to know about. When did the
PROJECT BLUEBOOK END? At the precise date of that DREAM, in early
middle December of 1969, Misses Marola!!!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG,
THESE FUCKIGN ANNOYING DOORS HAVE GONE ON NOW SINCE QUARTER PAST FOUR
THIS MOTHER FUCKING ASS MOUUUUUUURNING, YO SHERIFF. And I wonder
why???????? Gee I really wonder, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
McGuire's
white-slaver Club is also all tied into Roswell,
New Mexico, along with my ancestor who went on a hunting trip
into the same desert area as AREAR-51 is
situated in and all during that time of the so-called alien ship
landing there. So just how many damn connections in all of this, are
just in the delusional minds of peeps such as myself? I say to folks,
“You be the judge”. Ever
since I set foot in Atlantic City as a boy; some
groupation of wild and weird surreal forces and peeps, seemed
to want to get me into their fold. I still totally believe
that Tom Reale and his girlfriend Victoria
Callio, had this all planned out, and then just as I was
'MIND-HACK influenced' to tune into
Paula King's radio broadcast that night, while working as a guard at
the Cifaloglio Transfer Station place in 2008, and while living with
the cousin King family; I was likewise
influenced and MIND HACKED
to place that advertisement in the Press Of Atlantic City newspaper
in the situations wanted
section, so that Tom Reale
could legitimately answer this very ad. If he was naut a part
of what happened the year before at the fireworks in Atlantic City
that evening, I'll be a mother fucking monkey's uncle at the bottom
of the sea in his locker, and with or without Tony Antimatter Zenun,
or hyperspace Lifeguard Mickey Zestshowers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
02-03-2020
1:23
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
3
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
5
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
FEBRUARY 3,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3
WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Well,
I went through a little less of things this weekend, but it was still
shitty with me' never ending
TRIAD-DOGTOWN-NABES, and as stated before, this means the
nabe above me, across the hall from me, and next to me, and it could
include below me but for reasons that I do not currently have any
explanations to give; this never seems to be a problem, and thus the
word “TRIAD” for the only possible three neighbors who are real
close and thus their noise would effect me directly. I have discussed
this for many years now, long before I closed down shop for two and a
half year back in early March of 2016 due to severe eye problems,
which are not yet corrected, and this too is an issue that I'll be
addressing and discussing as this month progresses onward. This
weekend, it was the #608 TRIAD-NABES from across the hallway from my
door with all day in and out door banging back on Saturday. Then
today, Sunday, it was whoever is up above me in unit #707, with
lots of very annoying damn bangs and slams on my ceiling, which would
of course be THEIR FLOOR. Still, it was all a little bit less fucking
intense than the ALL WEEK 'LING-LONG GASME-GODS-GAMES' shit that took
place ALL DAMN WEEK LONG! As I type this now at 1:42 A.M. Monday
morning, the assholes in #608 across the hallway from me just boomed
in or out, as who can ever know? But there is some good news. I won't
mother fucking be here that much longer, but it
won't be quite as quick as I once had it planned,
and it may be up to another solid year of being here, and all
that I will say, since talking about plans is total suicide
for me, with or without HYPERSPACE
INTERACTIONS
WITH MARVELOUS TELEVISION SHOWS; and
sort of like the 2008 year ALL OVER AGAIN WITH ME' KID; but
yes me' peeps, it really ain't a vely great idea for me to elucidate
on a public forum, the details of me' plans for combating me'
OTAMMITE-M2F ENEMIES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even
the great 45th
President knows and fully understands about this principle
of NAUT saying what your plans are out loud to potential listening
ears of your enemies; and I know that he knows
about this. My mom used to say all the time, “Never
volunteer information, cooperate with any authority fully and
cordially, but never blurt out more than you need to, in any
situation”. This indeed was one more quotation of wisdom
that my mom did indeed genuinely have several of. Pure genius here,
and yes, I fully disagree with our Free-Press, in so far as reporting
major items in hot or cold wars, that could endanger military
troops, or even any local battle area civilian populations.
There is no good reason ever for doing that, and I completely
disagree with the reporter in that great “L&O”
TV-SHOW where he had himself shot and got arrested later
by the FBI and was warned to stop doing things against the war effort
by Pentagon officials. Yes folks, this same logic applies fully to my
situations, and in case anyone hasn't figured it out yet, I have been
at heavy war with “SOMETHING”, ever since I left that magical,
unexplainable, and vely illustrious COOLEY HALL, of Haddonfield,
NJUSAESMWG! Yes, I have been shown how to do something regarding the
local Public Housing Authority,
and after I move to the level of either succeeding or failing at what
I'm trying to accomplish, I'll then discuss these details on a future
blog, belatedly. Yes people, Sir DJT has already talked about his
solid belief in this system of battle tactics and logistics. I never
ever have said that I disagree with all of his ideas. The same goes
for the Republican Party in fact. There are quite a few things that I
see eye to eye on with both of the main political parties, and yes,
some things that I vehemently disagree with BOTH MAIN PARTIES ON. So
let's get all of that straightened out first, before I go on one bit
further here; great ladies and gentlemen!
There
is also one gargantuan HUUUUUUGE item, that I have only eluded to on
a few small blog areas over the past fourteen years now, that I right
now am going to discuss briefly, and later on, I will add on all of
the needed things that will tie this up into a story that even my
greatest fucking doubters out here will be left breathing heavy and
scratching out half the hairs on their damn heads, yo BRO! I am
speaking of the BRIGGBASE EARTHLY LAMIST LAMBRIGG CHAPTER known by
Morianity as HOLLYWOOD, in California, USA, and not just the town,
but the actual studios of the entertainment world, known by us
ordinary mere mortals, as HOLLYWOOD, where all the great stars are
born. I am not being funny and I am definitely not trying to be a
sarcastic wise ass, but I am going to tell you all a story that after
you hear it, you can then use your own life and your own television
and internet observations from that point on, and witness the truths
that I am telling,incredible and unbelievable as they may appear to
be. THE BLACK-HAT HACKERS ARE POURING ON THEIR DAMN (SPACE-BAR-HACK)
ATTACK, JACK, with no additional help from gorgeous teenager of the
nineteen eighties, Mizz Stacey Lattisaw. Let me tell you what I am
talking about now. Whenever I say things or copy things that are said
on popular shows, on these blogs; JUST WATCH AT THAT POINT ON, how
fast that particular thing GETS REMOVED as a direct result. For any
Oprah Winfrey gfans out here and I am sure that there are many many
many many; let us begin with this one example, and if you don't think
that I could print out literally a thousand more; you are more close
minded and opinionated than I even thought possible. She had this
really cool ad-spot on television on her weight loss ad, and with a
spoon in her hand, she would say say, “Makes
me want to do a spoon dance”. But
as soon as I echoed on my blogs, how she did that, and kidded about
it, IT STOPPED INSTANTLY. I am not going to print the other
five thousand examples from past times, nor will I show you every
single one from now on that WILL HAPPEN AS TIME KEEPS ON 'SLIPPING'
BY, MISTER 'EAGLES', but I will leave it up to your own good sense to
see that I don't make up my connections with this ASTRAL-WORLD-CULT
known as the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, at least by Mountainpen and
Morianity. I may slip some big ones in to future blog texts from time
to time, but I would rather bring it to your attention, and then
allow my viewers to prove that they have some operating gray matter
above their necks that will function on its own, and without complete
prejudice just because they may hate my guts or some other such silly
ass nonsense! Hey don't be stupid times forty thousand squared all
your damn lives, peeps. Why do you think me' kid won't break the
contact barrier? Why do you think anyone and everyone always runs
fast and far away from me, ONCE I TELL THEMANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT ANY
OF THE THINGS THAT ME' BLOGS TALK ABOUT? I can have people all around
me by the dozens, but let me invite a person into my miserable deal
with this MILITUFORCE shit, and THEY VANISH AWAY like the fucking fog
in an early summer morning. Sir Dennis Snyder of Elm, New Jersey, USA
said it all and says it endlessly the best, “And that's just
reality, son”! Yessir/mahm, I'm sitting on the biggest mother
fucking hidden secrets that this EARTH-PLANET has ever been a part
of. I can literally prove things that no one with great power out
there, WANTS PROVEN, for their own sick, greedy, frightened reasons.
And nothing will ever change or alter until the sun literally blows
up in the sky someday, that is unless I can get the world to believe
my story is ALL FUCKING TOTALLY THE TRUTH, WHICH IT IS, SO HELP ME
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE PINK-GODDESS,
AKA Lord Jehovah Neecy God. Ask
any financial genius, and after slipping them a powerful truth drug;
and they will tell you that REVERSING
EVERYTHING is the greatest secret in their industry.
It also is reveals the greatest secrets of ALL AND ANY INDUSTRIES,
AND “THAT”, SIR KIMBA WHITELION, IPY
(I PROMISE YOU), and “YOU CAN BE SURE”!
In real spiritual truth of the ENERGY-REALM, gender is pure illusion,
but here where we have it, try seeing things reverse, just as the sun
does not really go around us as it appears to be doing on this
planet.
Jane
Shitweeds Sleazedisease just almost nailed me AGAIN, and she has been
getting me over and over and is on a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
ASS ROLL for a very long time now. I am going to cunt-phlegm-rape
(compensate) with my numerous fucking FIVE-GROUPATIONS now,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
live in a real world where I am fully aware that normal human beings
care only about the SUPER-BOWL this weekend. Of course, I could not
care in the least about this game or ANY GAME, because I am fully
aware of why GAMES exist on this mortal temporal plane of human life,
dreamed off of the PURGATORY, and that being, to distract against the
hellishness of endlessness. The GAMES and love and desire for them,
follow us off of this ASTRAL-PLANE of endless existence, here into
out human hyperspace dreaming sequences, what you all see as
“lifetimes” while interacting on this caporial and material
plane, huh lovely COOLEY HALL AIMY? Still, I accept REALITY, and
always try to be REAL, Sir Dennis Snyder, and Sir Bob Schleigh. So I
doubt that I will have any viewers or maybe a trickle at best this
weekend, as a result of this great marvelous football game. So I
won't bother with STATS!
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 10:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-83/L-73).
Why
do some things happen like this:
|
There
truly in no human explanation!
I
want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest
in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is
kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile
attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is
not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I
openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases do
in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others. But,
and all
butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside here;
I will never go too far to where any possible innocent person or
persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they
continue to grow in size and readership. I
AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH, and unfortunately, many times, the truth is
anything by painless.
Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8th
RED STAR in the Secrets Thermometer Scale (STS) kind people; I will
NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out anybody's name or
reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever really told ALL
OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I would deserve to
have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE ENOUGH AGONY to where
I feel that I would truly have to answer for my deeds, in this life
possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!
Thank
you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest Blogaudian,
whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my cursing as
time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously enough so that
my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog; I will even
try that much harder to arrange things better, and not be, as the
great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse me of
being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you all
know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog
that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my
problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go
perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done,
chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if
you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the
need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single
soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing
conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause,
without mercy, without justice!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
YES
BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN
WITH
FIRE, LOVELY QUEEN
OF THE WICCAN LANDS,
AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE
J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz
Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE
MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH
DJIA ICPE-APE-TECH'
other great and unfathomable skating
rinks!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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