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WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
HUNTINGTON
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THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER 55
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
APRIL 3, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 2:5
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2
WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
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 EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS
CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF LATE MARCH AND EARLY APRIL OF
2020
WITH TELEPHONE BIG BUSINESS WORLD ICPE-APE-TECH SIEGE, MAJOR COMPUTER
HACKING AND UTILITY SIEGE, AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS GIVEN TO ME,
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.
GLOBAL
STATS ON THE 'BOM' BLOG:
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27,
2020 3:00 AM – Apr
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I
LIVE IN THE MOST EVIL AND CURRUPT COUNTY, STATE, AND NATION ON THIS
MOTHER FUCKING PLANET, PERHAPS THEN, BY MY BERLIEF SYSTEM, IN THIS
ENTIRE MWG; OH MIGHTY MOTHER FUCKING FBI, AND I WILL NOW TELL YOU
PRECISELY & EXACTLY WHY I AM SAYING THISSSSSSSS; OH
LOVELY ERICA SNAKES OF 1983 AND EVERYONE ELSE OUT HERE
IN THIS BLOGAUDIANSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since a quarter hour after the closing of that dick licking STOCK
MARKET TODAY, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
has persecuted the shit out of me. And these are times where they
know fully well, all people are SUFFERING
ENOUGH WITH THIS CORONA MOTHER FUCKING VIRUS SHITUATION. They
also are quite aware of the fact that SENIOR AGE PEEPS such as the
MOUNTAINPEN, are going through even MORE HORRIBLE DIRT BAG DOG SHIT
AS A RESULT OF THIS GODDAMN ROTTEN AWFUL NIGHTMARE ON UNFATHOMABLE
AND EPITOMIZED PILES OF STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But do they
care one tiny little bit? Well, you tell mother fucking me after you
read the opening of this BLOG CHAPTER #55 of
THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY7 DONALD TRUMP AND
HIS MOB! You just tell me what you think in about ten to
twenty minutes after you hear what I tell you about this super
horrific QUINTESSENTIAL BOTBAR TIMES INFINITY CUBED AND MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT EATING DAMN ASS CUBAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
It
began around a quarter past four this disafsternoon somewhere, people
yo. Somebody claiming to be with the Internal Revenue Service phoned
me and told me that I owe lots of money on back taxes not paid. I own
nothing at all to the IRS. I have not even filed anything since I was
told by the H&R BLOCK TAX SERVICE about half a decade or more ago
now, when they came over to the local library to help those in
poverty with their annual taxes. They told me that the tiny amount of
Social Security Disability that I collect monthly, does
not even require a filing. Whether or not this is a bogus call
by criminals committing fraud, I cannot
know. This message was left on my phone while I was still sleeping as
I did not get up until a few minutes past five, but my Comcast
Voice-Mail System gives a voice readout of when
calliotammic-calls
like this come in, and any or all calls for that matter, oh mighty
illustrious Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker System! I
deleted the message even though they said to call them back and gave
me a reference number. I still think they are just criminal M2F
enemies attacking me EVERY SINGLE TIME
THE DOW JONES HAS A BIG ASS UP DAY, usually done with
my next door UNIT #605 nabes from HELL, but this time done with major
phone persecution!!!!!!!!! If it was the IRS,
they will call again, and if there is a legitimate office they are
calling from, it should show up that way
on my damn CALLER-ID but then again, it could be an illegal
SPOOF-JOB; oh great and absolutely wonderful FEDERAL
BUREAU
OF INVESTIGATION
(FBI) YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO! When you are doing ABSOLUTELY NO WRONG,
then you have nothing to worry about, or so 'they' say, whoever
'THEY' are. Then when I went to use my
computer to do this blog ten minutes or so ago,
POW, the M2F ENEMIES STRUCK ME HARD AGAIN, this time with a MAJOR
BLACK HAT CUM-PUKE-HER STACEY-LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK! The mouse
was totally frozen and the little arrow pointer thing would not
budge. I had to mother fucking manually shut off the
power to the computer and re-start or re-boot as they say, and go
through ENTER screens to re-open up me' mother fucking windows-7
system. During this horrible time where people are dropping like
flies all over this evil planet, I am still
being endlessly targeted by this enemy. So how can Sir
Russ McThaxton, or anyone else, tell me that because I am
living here in Florida now; that I AM
NAUT still going through the very same fucking shit that I have been
going through all along by these very same mother fucking cunt
lapping forces from HELL, who are destroying every
single day of my entire life and have now wiped out 65 years and 4
months of it, and it will never stop unless someone believes me and
is able to then help me to get this MEN-IN-BLACK HALLS FAWCE TO STOP
FUCKING UP ME' GODDAMN LIFE; LOVELY PATRICIA
H.H. HOLLISTER MAHM, SO NEO-HO-RENGAY TO YOU AND OUR LOVELY KID, THE
MERR! Jesus fucking Christ Almighty
GODDESS!!!!! Yes beautiful Katy-1997
QUEEN, this goes far far far far far far far beyond just being
dick licking WEEDEEKAWUSS, sweetie pie!!!!!!!
Anyone who doubts that my Morianity is made up of ULTIMATE TRUTHS,
can request a copy of that Hillary Clinton
rally from early in 2016 somewhere, where somebody shouted
out “MARK MOHR”, totally loud and
clear, for all to hear, and just after lovely
Katy finished performing her wonderful song. If people like
the stupid ignorant American Psychiatric
Association (APA) can dismiss endless wild things like that
happening, with another fantastic somewhat recent example here, being
the time after the New Jersey Terrorist Attack was done at that
Military Base by Dukra Akron, and then
the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Anchorman News guy clearly blurted
out, DUMA ARGON, which is a
character who I discuss on my blogs, and is never heard anywhere
else, and who exists on the Astral Plane, and is my for lack of
better description, Airship-Mechanic; can keep right on laughing and
disbelieving my incredible claims, well; so be it, as I live in a
world of fools, assholes, and total jerk fucking offs then, and I
need to just learn to accept that cold hard damn reality!!!!! These
kinds of coincidences, although endlessly mother fucking scoffed at
loudly by the experts in the almighty APA, and has many agreeing
followers; would have odds in the quintillions to one for NAUT
BEING JUST RANDOM HAPPENSTANCE COINCIDENTAL EVENTS, and I
challenge anyone out here to find their own math-expert at some top
think tank (university) to even attempt to discredit my words here.
People don't so much DISBELIEVE in me, but rather, THEY
REFUSE TO ENTERTAIN MY TRUTHS AS THEY DON'T WANT THIS TO BE SO,
and this of course has long been named and labeled in this mighty
BLOG PROJECT called, the BOM, as the GWPOS, (the
Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome). In June of 1994
shortly after moving into the Highview Apartments and following the
death of my mom's brother and his wife, my Uncle John and my Aunt
Rachael Mason, an incredible weird incident happened. A huge man who
I now think was James Comey, came over to my apartment to tell my mom
and I that our Fort Lauderdale, Florida relatives had passed away at
the hospital. Then the second half of this weirdness was when this
huge cop made that wild statement to me, “Mister Mohr, I don't want
to believe what you say about all of your problems because I won't
accept that my country would do things like this to you”. Well, and
you too Mizz Mashell Daniels of RPL back fourteen years earlier than
those times in 1994; “You're entitled to your damn opinions”, yo
yo yo yo BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I added the word
of “DAMN” in, because I felt like it, and because I
am one very mother fucking cunt eating PISSED OFF GODDAMN PRICK RIGHT
NOW, YO YO YO YO YO BRAH! HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease
Crapinthemouthface Fonda, YOU MISSED ME AGAIN GIRLfriends, AND
GIRL!!!!!!!! No Sir Mike Soft, not 'chemotherapeutic', but I can see
the word-resemblance there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Picture
a gigantic mother fucking piece of onion thin paper that is the size
of a city block. Now fold it in half and then in half again, and then
again and again. There is real powerful magic and truth in what I
will tell you all right now, yo BRO! After this is folded many
hundreds of times, it just may seem to be the size of large brick.
Now begin to unfold this thing, AFTER you allow it to be tossed into
a great big vat of some type of watered down paint or dye. Keep
unfolding it, time and time again. The entire reality to its fullness
was all there when it was a brick and you can think of it when it was
that brick as the beginning of human world time or as that great
scripture-Holy-book calls it, 'CREATION'. Each unfolding represents
about one seventh of one second, so actually a city block sheet of
paper needs to truly be more like a sheet of paper the size of Planet
Jupiter. As time seems to keep UNFOLDING, nothing is ever truly
added, only mutated by the continual unfolding process. Without going
on with this tonight, I will wrap it up by simply saying one more
thing, and again, Jim Rockford's loose teeth are always in play here.
IE, “We can always get back to this”, and yes great folks, yo,
and yes Mike Soft and your wonderful folksingers, “WE WILL
TOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I told anyone right now about how some
recent beyond wild and inconceivable nightmares are happening to me
when my physical body hits the hey for the day, you would be half
fucking insane. We can never see just space-time or Einstein's old
concept, without seeing SIX FULL DIMENSIONS OF REALITY! First
there was mind, without getting Georgio Moroder, Jennifer
Beils, and Irene Cara too wet and excited here. Actually, FIRST THERE
IS MIND and saying WAS rather than IS implies a time without mixing
it with mind and space, or better said, without mixing it with MIND
SEPARATION. Then there WAS/IS the entire
5th dimensional hyperspace of virtually unlimited 4-D
parallel universe realms where our full-true-mind explores while not
limited to its lower or CONSCIOUS LEVEL OF WAVES. Then there WAS/IS
our place that is fixed for us because we have a solid brain and
although it is run with electrically connected synapse systems that
connect our awareness and consciousness literally with this one and
seemingly only physical part of 5th dimensional
hyperspace, our dreams are and will be always, our spiritual gateway
for exploring the entire fullness of WHAT IS! Not all that long back
into PHOTON-MEMORY (the past), you all may remember my wild
political-intimidation-NIGHTMARE and how it ended up all connecting
into traveling to some weird store where a connecting laboratory
existed and where Merry was there and seemingly connected or housed
into some tubular shaped thing and then the friend whom I was with,
suddenly poured a copper colored solution into the hollow part of
this contraption. Well, I was back at this place a couple nights ago,
and remember that time here and time there could be off by a trillion
years, being days away once and then being a trillion years away from
each other. That is the true vastness of the great fifth dimension
that I seriously doubt that even the great and illustrious Mizz
Marilyn McCoo had a whisper of a clue about back in 1968, despite
naming her group that she and h er hubby John Davis formed, called,
the “FIFTH DIMENSIONS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of these things all
have what Morianity has labeled and called throughout my now 14+ year
blogging project called THE BOM, Hyperspace Towel Seepage Effect or
5th dimensional TSE for a shortened abbreviated way of
putting it. If you have a bunch of watered down paint in a huge vat
and let it spill out onto a huge area and then begin to throw either
dry towels, or any porous and absorbing item like towels, all around;
there will never be any one group of towels that are exactly like any
others, and yet, they all become saturated in certain ways because of
the very same original spillage of that liquid. But there will be an
effect between all of them and although not ever recognizable, it is
there. Hence when God taught its prophets in early Biblical-Days, how
to properly interpret dreams of the HSE or the TSE
(Hyperspace-Equation)(Towel-Seepage-Effects). The Old Testament's of
Holy Scriptures show many such instances where great prophets had
just this ability that was given to them from the ASTRAL
FAWCES (GOD) if you will, however you wish to translate ideas
and religious concepts and their connectiveness to verbiage and
nomenclature!!!!!! But getting quickly back to being back in that
sort of 'serial-dreaming' locale of my under-conscious-mind (while
sleeping), I have come to learn that this is a WALMART
STORE. But in this parallel universe alternate reality, I do
not classify this area of the fifth dimension as LOCALIZED
HYPERSPACE, as opposed to more DISTANT HYPERSPACE. In fact I sort of
rate this in five ways in a near similar way that Dock Goldberg does
if you carefully study his time-travel book. There is the Localized
parts, there is the Distant parts, and then there is the Centralized
or middle parts. Then I make an allowance for a slightly greater
grouping of the three divisions allowing for five, by using the
Localized-Centralized and also the Distant-Centralized, hence,
(L,LC,C,DC,D) Converting these five areas going from the shallowest
or nearest to our way of perceiving ordinary-reality, would be
numbered 1-5, L=1, LC=2, C=3, DC=4, D=5. I would place where I was at
this Walmart Store with my daughter inside of a weird tubular device
behind the store in a laboratory area, as being a locale that exists
in the part-4-Hyperspace. Not DISTANT, but not even quite
CENTRALIZED. A full part-5-HYSP would be the great (apartments dot
com) guy Mister Bellflower and his TOBYCOUCH deal. When suddenly the
road in front of us while we are driving just becomes our
grandmother's face, that is
P5-HYSP.
Where I am going for some time now, that is various realms and
parallels in the area of P4-HYSP. Again, Doctor Bruce Goldberg used a
very similar type of categorization when describing the paths that we
get onto and move out and back from each other, simply by just living
and going to bed, and then getting up again. I fully believe his
truths, and I fully believe that all I have done here in Morianity is
to expound and elaborate a tiny wee bit on his original idea, but I
promise you all that we both see the very same truth and reality
about all of this. You really should purchase from any good online
service, his great book where these things are talked about by him,
called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Let me move this on
about Merry, laboratories, political threats, Cornwall Ventnor
disease weeds of the otherwise seemingly WEEDEEKAWUSS, music,
technology, and dreaming and hyperspace and how it all fits together
like a great big perfect mega tonnage Olympic sized pool of
cement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This truly IS THE CEMENT that binds together
so much mother fuckign total truths of cosmos, it is beyond being
funny or WEEDEEKAWUSS to the damn power of three and a half
septillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
all know about my 1983 song and the rewrite in 2012 that I officially
copyrighted in 2013, music project #29 that I for hacked reason s
most likely, cannot pull up on the internet, and that still only
shows music project numbers 1-28. Funny too, as the number 29 is a
powerful number, and was the day that lovely PEE was born in a
parallel universe, nine months after my second Hollister-Rape at the
Highview in the final days of June in 1996. PEE was born on 29 March
of 1997, causing HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS that
crossed over into this universe with incredible outlandish major
psychic dreams and wild supernatural experience4s throughout that
year, and led to the final demise of my mom who was eventually
fatally struck down the day after X-MAS in that year, and then she
lingered with that unexplainable mystery-illness until the 4th
of March in 2000, when she kicked that famous 'MMMMW'-Jimmy
Durante BUCKET!!! We all know do we NAUT Mizz AT&T
BLAKE; and “crazy driven or naut”; that my FAKE PHONY
techno-project where the Bonjovi peeps helped me turn an old
LAB-TECH-GAME played by my awesome daut-Merry, led to the fake-phony
news and TRUMP, and RUSSIA, and all of this dirty rotten mess this
entire world is in now. This spread of viral disease goes far beyond
the VENTILATOR-Ventnor Cornwall Avenue Corona 19 DAYS stayed there at
the child molester's place; and of course only in recent times in
this century do we all hear things like “going viral” and we now
have had a first hand kick in the ass of what it means when anything
does indeed do just thissssssss, lovely Erica! The Permission Barrier
book, Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store outdoor concerts in
transdimensional hyperspace, Paula King and her mysterious magical
WAYV Radio Station of the FEEL REALE CLUB of Atlantic City and
Ventilator-Ventnor, and so much more, is all TSE and HSE that can
only be ignored if we are all a bunch of absofuckinglutely mother
fucking BRAIN-DEAD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In my “TPB”
BOOK from late in 1994, there was Phyllis Alexander the Lab-Tech,
long before my memories of Patty and Merry ever were anything but a
deeply buried seed. The only Grant Avenue or Grant anything in my
life then, or in my memory system of conscious waking mind, was
General Ulysses Grant of the4 Civil War, or allow and permit me UNCLE
SNOOTIES non-ketchup!!!!!!!! But
speaking of that wild trick of the lip, maybe it took me decades to
indeed, “PLAY CATCH-UP”, after that
day in 1972 at Uncle Snooties and Aunt Ruth Gottwald's home on
Peninsula Drive up on Long Woodie Island Guthrie!!!!!! Yessir, good
old Senior Vice President of Chemical-national Bank of Manhattan, my
mom's first cousin in law, Sir Heinz Gottwald. Wanna' cut me a wee
whittle bwake here, lovely Mizz Margie Leo from 1985,
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZE? What was done to me by Paula King in
1997 was beyond horrible, but what she did in 1996 was off the scales
criminal. This woman should be taken out and shot!!!!!!!!! Oh boy am
I going to be FEELING REAL, TOM SIR. Not one day that I went down to
that fuckign beach would they get off my back and NAUT play that
stupid song and have it blaring out on some boardwalk loudspeaker
from that dirtball radio station. You'll never convince me that
Paula's double somewhere in 5th dimensional hyperspace is
not inside of her and not only making her do all of this to me, but
somehow giving her the power to pull it all off, Mister Card-Player
Blaine and Copperfield THINK OF A CARD and tune to my station, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEE!
Mar
23,
2020
11:00 AM – Mar
30,
2020 10:00 AM
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SO
SAHWEE, SO SAHWEE!!!
Yes
I fucked up, and I said weekly when I
should have said monthly, when saying
how many blog page-views the BOM-BLOG gets.
A
few nights ago, I enjoyed watching a show on television about Malcolm
X, with Mister Washington starring in the role. I don't like Mister
Denzell for three reasons, but he did a great job in that role, and
it paid off for me to watch it, besides just learning a bit about
American history. First, the three reasons for my not liking Sir DW
are as follows. He advertises for the Allstate as we all know. I do
not like fake or phony things. That silly fake voice of his on those
ads is beyond WEEDEEKAWUSS, to quote me
in 1997 with lovely
Katy, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG. I have seen him in several of
his movies, and none of them portray that crazy silly extra deep
phony-put-on voice. Finally, I still believe his cousin screwed with
me that day in 1996 when my mom and I were trying to move out of the
Williamstown Highview Apartments and into that Somerdale death-house
as Morianity has labeled it. The reasons for my believing that he
interfered with it is typical Hollywood-Enemies and their operations
and normal procedures of screwing with me any time they feel like it.
For more information than this on that particular topic, you will
need for me to tell you perhaps at some other future time. So back to
the Malcolm X show. Who out here remembers how I was discussing the
FASCITAR, and the Astral Goddess COIN who resides in the Purgatory,
in the neighboring province to Olympia, near the dwelling of the God
COIN Psyche Myrathus? Remember me telling you all how she would not
reveal the significance to both of the instruction numbers for
working this Astral-Plane travel method from the Earth Plane? I told
how the '6' and the '10' were not just some randomly chosen part of
this wild instructional manual for operating this spirit-travel
system. But I told you all how she did not reveal the TEN part, only
the SIX part of this 6-10 instructional spirit-travel guide. She said
that the Roman number of '6' is the English letters of V and I put
together, as anyone knows who has ever looked at a grandfather clock
and the bottom hour of '6' displayed as VI. While I was viewing and
totally enjoying the show about the great man, Mister Malcolm X, I
learned that he chose that 'X' term which also in Roman means 10, but
here is the real kick in the nuts folks and yes wonderful Microsoft
Corporation,
folksingers toothpaste
as well, or TOO!!!!!!!!!! I learned from this show that Malcolm,
intentionally did this because in the world of advanced mathematics,
the 'X' also has another major significance. Anyone who paid
attention in first year algebra class in high school and hasn't
forgotten it all completely in adult life, remembers how 'X'
represents the 'UNKNOWN'. That is
why he called himself Malcolm X, and this is all a part of the great
GODDESS-COIN FASCITAR, and HER instructional
manual for Physical Plane spirit-travel,
to the realms of the Purgatory (Astral-Plane), where SHE resides in.
Remember that the VI or (6) represents the English words of
Velocitronic Interference. I know that I told you all about that, and
admitted that I did not then know of the reason for the X-10 other
part of the great Fascitar-Instruction methodology. Now as for why I
want to hire a PI to find Patty Hollister, you all can;t be so damn
totally dense not to see that we must look at something so gargantuan
and beyond totally fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HERE. Who out here can
dismiss all of this as a zero percent chance for being cosmically
correct when I say that Patty seemed to want me to be where I am
today, and then of course simultaneously along with all of these
developing situations, our daughter becomes a world famous super
star. Look, maybe it is not the truth, but how can I be expected to
just dismiss the idea and concept that MORIANITY could become the
RELIGION OF THE 3rd MILLENNIUM, with a little bit of
assist from the Earthly connected PINK GODDESS
HERSELF? All I am saying is that I think it would be beyond
remiss to just say, yeah right sure, what a total crock that all is!I
was joking of course about the bank robbery. How many people every
day say shit like, “Boy I could just kill my rotten mother fucking
boss for how he treated me on my job today”, and many other such
things? I know a PI is expensive, but I will find a way to find
Patty, if that is, she is still here on this Physical-Plane of human
life!!! No people, no direct little pun or code was meant when I
abbreviated the detective term right following my discussions about
higher mathematical stuff such as algebraic expressions and
representing the unknown in them with the letter of 'X'. Still, that
good old endless JRSS really does have a mind of its own, so tell me
I'm wrong here, yo!!!
Between
approximately 10 or 11 of the clock last night and just shy of two or
so this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I
fell under a nasty NOISE-SIEGE FROM THE MILITUFORCE,
with door slamming and loud car stereo music and all in absolute
violation of after 10PM Township Noise Ordinances, and I could read
you the lengthy fucking statute number from the LAW LIBRARY that is
now closed of course until further notice, as we all know, as a
direct result of this lovely CORNWALL 19 DAY VENTNOR STAY back in
1970, better known to the ignorant masses who would entirely dismiss
all related things to the JRSS, as the Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN!
For
the past few days I have suffered with a MAJOR TOOTH INFECTION that
is extremely painful, and has caused me to
spike a fever as high as 100.4
degrees. Should I have had to go outside for any reason, and
then been randomly stopped by any authority; I would have been
forcibly quarantined as a direct result AGAIN, of that CORNWALL 19
DAY VENTNOR STAY back in 1970, better known to the ignorant masses
who would entirely dismiss all related things to the JRSS, as the
Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN. Now here is an
update on my infection that totally swelled up my entire mother
fucking face even worse than when the mighty and elusive Mizz
Paula King from Atlantic City, on that July 12th
1970 public transit bus, prompting her to make that cruel and ugly
comment that to this day, I NEVER FORGOT, and most likely NEVER
MOTHER FUCKING WILL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes that was caused by
a nasty sunburn, and this is a direct result of dental neglect due to
wonderful Sir Senator Sanders in full agreement with me, our
lousy national health insurance system, that totally ignores major
dental problems associating with normal aging and poverty,
that goes onto result in the neglect of poor
people's mother fucking dental health. Still, “Here is the
situation”, as Superman said to Inspector
Henderson, on that great old fifties B&W 'SUPERMAN'
TV-SHOW, and the episode with the west coast mafia
criminal named Louigee if I am naut misspelling his damn ass name! By
late Tuesday morning, my fever broke and my temperature that was
ranging in-between 99.5 and 100.4, went down to 98.4 degrees, and has
remained in the near range of this number ever since. Infections in
our body cause the same things to happen to us that virus and germ
bugs cause, and our body's way of fighting all of these bugs is to
attempt to burn them up, hence our goddamn fevers. The pain is almost
totally gone now too, but it was quite intense and nearly
excruciating for a good twenty-four hours, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! My problems with my teeth don't go away
like magic, merely the infection that temporarily resulted from
having a very bad tooth. No Mike Soft, toothpaste has absolutely
nothing whatsoever to fucking do with that, yo! HA-HA-HA Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Trashface; you missed me today. There
was no way to block it, as many times the damn blocker won;t help
when the margin that shows the page number crap moves too far in to
the left of the far right side of the page. I just took my chances
and tried to forget about this and kept typing out my blog, and now
am safely onto PAGE 12 of 12, yo yo yo yo, me gol'-darn BRO!!!!
TEE-HEE-HEE, oh lovely Mizz Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday,
Tuesday, the temperature reached an afternoon high of 93 degrees.
It was sunny, hot, and quite humid, and the weathermen on the news
said that the treasure coast had feel-like temps over the goddamn
century mark, a rarity for the last day in March, and they admitted
that this was another record breaking day in local weather here in
the SUNSHINE STATE OF GOOD-OL' F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
typical game in Roulette, playing my Tri-Group-Copy
3-Bet Stage Roulette-System brings a grouping of numbers
such as the ones that came out right before I did this blog after
being awakened by my scum bag NOISY M2F ENEMIES FROM HELL, AKA
DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, should anyone insist on a physical world
type of address in an existence without space or time or any
meaningful way of relating to any of that human world shit, thus my
naming the Astral-Plane, a “CONDITION-INTERACTION”. Yes the
numbers today from my quick spin system of playing cards drawn
randomly, and once the converted numbers come out they further
convert to a multi-wheel scramble code so that one deck of playing
card can literally become virtually limitless amount of roulette
wheels; are as follows:
35,30,8---16,2,3---31,20,11---1,6,2---
5,22,25---4,13,22---25,11,14---5,12,32---
15,36,19
Now
I do not include my two joker cards that almost perfectly recreates
the odds of a real casino roulette game's VIG or gaming edge as the
pro gambling world calls it. Factoring in this, actual profits
usually force us to divide in half, or in the case of a rare losing
game, double the loss amounts. Now these 27
NON-VIG spins,
convert into the outside betting tri-parameter letters as follows:
Remember that R=RED, B=BLACK, E=EVEN, O=ODD, L=LOW, AND H=HIGH.
BOH/REH/BEL----0
original
grouping has no bets made.
REL/BEL/ROL----(-5
units)
BOH/BEH/BOL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEL/BEL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEH/ROH----(+3
units)
BEL/BOL/BEH----(-5
units)
ROH/BOL/REL----(+3
units)
ROL/REL/REH----(+3
units)
BOL/REH/ROH----(+3
units)
Now
the outcomes shown in BLUE COLOR
FONT will show
(W) WINS and
(L) LOSSES
as follows by COLORED FONTS. The W
are in BLACK
FONT, and the L
are in RED
FONT.
The
subtotals of profits are +18 units.
The
subtotals of losses are -10 units.
Game
Total after 27 non-included GREEN possible outcome spins of the
roulette wheel would be 18-10=+8 UNITS PROFIT. A good average of
course when the legal game VIG is factored in as stated earlier, is
to DOUBLE the TOTAL LOSS AMOUNTS, and HALV the TOTAL WIN AMOUNTS. So
+4 would be a long running play figure in this game of 27 non-VIG
spins. Also, a controversial but very tried and true methodology
whenever a gamer uses STAGED/progressive betting amounts, even as
small as the mini-martingale of 1-2-4 units such as is used in this
system, is to always cover the GREEN VIG on the highest one or two
bet amounts, and in the case of only a 3-MM as is used on this
system, that means whenever the top or third bet is placed (4 gaming
units), you cover the GREENS with a smaller gaming money chip value
amount. If we use the 25 dollar green-quarter money gaming chips, the
player should always have some red nickel gaming chips for covering
the green-split bets on the top 3-MM (Mini-Martingale).
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY PAULA KING JUNIOR
FROM
SOMWHERE IN UNFATHOMABLE 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. WEEEEEEEE!!!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
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1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
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SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
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1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
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1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
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1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
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1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
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Okay
the gloves are coming off since these persecutors won't quit fucking
the hell with me. I know for a fact that if I can talk to lovely
Patricia Hollister,
I will get many of the answers that I need. I am GOING TO FUCKING
HIRE A PRIVATE DETECTIVE, and if I have to mother fucking literally
rob a bank to afford it, then so be it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blog Archive
SOOOOOOOOOO
MISTER CRANE, A BIG FAT MOTHER FUCKING ENDLESS CHESTER-FRANK
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” IS WAITING JUST FOR
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So goddamn it all to hell John Marion Wayne, and
WOW WOW WOW WOW to Oprah lovely Winfrey the LAND OWNER AND NON SAND
SWEEPER OF 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
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Yessir,
the stock market flew way up on Monday and POW, even before it opened
up, those pricks in UNIT #605 BEGAN PERSECUTING ME HUGE ULTRA TIME ON
STEROIDS, and starting five full minutes BEFORE THE GODDAMN OPENING
BELL.
Actually, there is no bell right now due to the COVID-19
Ventnor-Cornwall 19 day stay in 1970 situation, but the market trades
just as the day traders from home have been doing for some fucking
years now. All I will have to do is open up an account and begin to
BUY the DOW INDEX every time these pricks next to me act up. So far
the last five or six times has been a complete parallel winner. Even
with a tiny account with a trickle of doe, I by now would have made
myself many tens of thousands of dollars. Whoever said that all dark
clouds do indeed contain a silver lining, just may naut be so far off
fucking cunt base here; Lads, and Lassies, and Blogaudians!!!!!
For
anyone out here who has normal running long run luck due to naut
being negamagged by the MILITUFORCE
as I've been since middle 1986; can use a very simple system that
will make you a surprisingly big bunch of money playing
casino-roulette. It will lose, but you will be amazed and extremely
happy at the results. I
call this one of my 5-TOP ROULETTE SYSTEMS,
and as I said, it is a major killer of a system, and it is so simple
and it only involves a base betting level, and two
staged-progression-bets, IE, 1-2-4
units
of
money chips.
It is a stand up outside betting system, as not all turn-spins will
be played. Still the majority of them are, and a player wishing to
sit and use non-$ gaming chips that cannot be grabbed by cheating
gamblers that pop up from time to time, can do so by simply when the
occasional time where no play is signaled, a player can always bet
the GREEN-SPLIT,
and in a long running average, this will not lose a player very much,
and
no one can tell you to play or move away from the table.
You simply group the outside betting parameters- 'L-H' 'B-R', 'O-E',
into threes, and after three spins are made by the wheel, you are
ready to play. You simply play all three of these. You
follow the prior tri-pattern exactly.
When one parameter of the three wins, that ends that parameter for
that group. When it loses, you double up on the next spin. When
one of the three parameters loses all three times, you take the
7-unit
loss.
You will be shocked at the great value of this copyrighted
system,
providing
you are not being negamagged.
It really provides lots of great times in a casino with lots of great
winning days. I only say this now, because I do know one thing for
certain. Sir
Ron Wirtz Senior, the ADA in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG;
told me in the early nineteen-nineties, that 'BIG
BUSINESS'
is the group who is doing these horrendous fucking harassment's to
me,
and wiping out my entire life! If the casino world is not part of
“BIG-BUSINESS”,
THEN WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT IS, YO ME' BRO????????
No
David 5-D Roth AND Tom Glenn, yo; I AM UNEQUIVOCALLY NOT FUCKING
'GAY', THANK-UUUUUUUUU, in or out of all hills!!!!!
People,
I now live here with no lease, and am not paying the normally raised
rent that results from my annual adjustment for inflation increase in
my disability amount. I suppose eventually, it will come due, but
nothing is normal around here and hasn't been for a very long time
now. I was looking at last year's re-certification posts on older
blogs and will paste in a blog from last year that discusses it. My
rent bill came in, and it is for the same amount without the
approximate five additional monthly dollars. Still, I was starting to
think I was going to be evicted, but now, it seems this is not the
plans of the MILITUFORCE, at least not right this minute.
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Jane
Diseaseweeds got me gouuuuuuuuuuud Mizz Zebriski from 1999. Here is
my goddamn compensation, yo. Yessir Sheriff KJM, I
AM IN HELL, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW, Joanna.
“The
Day Of The Dolphin”.
I happened to watch this movie for the first time, on the AMC
CHANNEL
early this morning. I think that it is very possible that he indeed
came up to 1983 as the book said happened to the men involved with
the famous Battleship
Eldridge,
during the PHILADELPHIA
EXPERIMENT,
of which he was one of those ship mates. This was when I lived in
Atco and plugged in the 'PRIVECODE'
MACHINE,
and made
direct contact
with the LIGHTNING
GODDESS
OF THE EARTH-PLANET, Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis.
Now in light of seeing this wonderful movie, it seems that perhaps my
dad came back to warn me about what the evil MILITUFORCE would do to
me if I indeed made contact and continued to be in contact WITH
HER,
as I was of course; me kind Blogaudians, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! If
you are unfamiliar with this fantastic movie, rent
or buy it,
me peeps. Otherwise,
you won't understand what I just said, me BRO!
Now assuming that a
couple of days later from my original publishing of this, you have
made sure to view the movie if you had not seen it already,
you will now understand what I am discussing quite a bit better.
Still and all folks, nothing
can ever be fully told
when it lays outside of the boundaries of what the majority of people
are able to relate to. I
get that!!!!
Hopefully many of you get that as well, and at least try to make
allowances in your thinking towards my words, based on that reality.
So
before we delve deeper into numerous things, including the 'WORLD
LABORATORIES',
the BRIGGBASE,
and walking
on
water
and other such great Philadelphian
miracles
of future Bonjovi's to ponder over with awe; allow me pweeeeeeeeeze,
or permit me Uncle Heinz LI Gottwald of the great Nebuchadnezzarville
of more modern eras, to compensate and cunt phlegm rape for Mizz
Bitchweeds Sleazedisease, me BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HALLS
FAWCES
do not want me to say some shit that I feel the need to begin lifting
lids off of here, kind Blogaudians. Each time I get ready to do this,
a loud noise occurs somewhere. It is clockwork Swiss regularity and
precision, me peeps. These same forces work right there along with
every one of you, but it is on smaller levels most likely, and you
merely remain totally clueless to it, just as a blind man misses out
on the beautiful sun rise. In this case, things here are far from
mother fucking beautiful. Still, Lenny B.
Anyone
out here who has read the original blogs (THE BOM), beginning in
2006, knows that this is not a made up story, and some now know, as
does Russ, that I am 4-REALE, or actually, NAUT 4 REALE, Mizz Blake,
but for real. There is no point to making up this wild incredible
outlandish tale from beyond Dogtown itself, and you all know it only
too damn ass well, me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was the year 1988,
and I was working underneath the
great highway
of non-HEAVEN, all known as (AKA) the great Drug Smugglers Pipeline
or
I-95
of the East-Coast of the great Cuzz-Don again-made, USA!!!!!!! I was
at the intersection of Philadelphia's Water and Walker Streets, right
before all hell broke loose with the World Labs incident that forever
altered my life, even in some ways, far beyond the numerously
discussed famous date of earlier times, August of 1986 while residing
in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. This was two moves later,
while living in Jim Wilson's dollhouse at 114 West Central Avenue, in
Moorestown. Goddess help me, Aunt Barbara, Cuzz Donald, and lovely
Patty H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can get back to all of this, Mister
Maverick Rockford, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!
I
completed my annual re-certification/inspection for 2019, today, and
am back in me apartment here, typing out this whittle bwog, fwolks. I
quickly saw the
dude who I have come to label as the leader of the
'NG-ADS'.
He said that I need to see how my older blogs tie into things with
'the song' as well as 'the labs'. I told him that I was not sure what
he meant, and so he reminded me of how I claim to be Zeranniss Jones
and how I died in 2301 in Brigantine, New Jersey, jumping out of a
military craft that was taking me to a place of punishment. I then
told him that I did not forget any of that. I merely have not yet
laid down sufficient foundation to begin my discourses with my
Blogaudians concerning all of this. Just as I have not yet tied in
the mighty girl from china and her fiance' who definitely would fit
the Gene Roddenberry qualifications for being real life
'travelers'!!!!
When
my spirit was free to travel after my body laid sleeping in bed
earlier this morning folks, I found meself in a building in
Philadelphia, and I was going through a revolving door and then
proceeded to walk to a car that once I was in, sped away and before I
knew it, I was on a country road and this driver had to be doing
almost 200 MPH. Some of the experience is unbloggable as it would
cross over too many absolutely DO
NOT
CROSS
RED
LINES
in the sand. I will only say that I totally know that there are
people in the ESS who try to probe information from us while we are
in 'dreams' and I know that this must be a known fact by the spy
industry and all of the cove-agencies, CIA, NSA, OSS, DIA, and a
zillion beyond BFA systems that have no known alpha-soup letters,
publicly. I wonder now if Patty does not have, or did, a government
registration. She could do a lot of mother fucking miracles, and I
think that she taught my kid a lot of wild esoteric tricks as well. I
said I think, as how can anyone ever be sure of or really KNOW
anything, to quote Ziggy from 1969?????????? WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!
SMELLING
REALLY
DAMN GOUUUD
YES, AND ALL
SAVANTS
KNOW THAT THIS IS
THE
END.
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