Saturday, April 18, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 71













































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18 APRIL, 2020

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB



CHAPTER 71






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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!



SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!



MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3





The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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Once me' mother loving enemies give me enough horrendous monstrous persecution, it can and IT DOES, always always always RESET EVEN THE MOST BEARISH STOCK MARKETS. I told you all that it had bottomed out in the low eighteen thousands, and that is would go straight back up, and roller coaster back and forth for a while, AND WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS EXACTLY AND FUCKING CUNT PRECISELY WHAT IT DID; RIGHT DOWN TO THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE 'T'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At 3:30, here is my 118th DEATH ANGEL!!!!! But that was back on the night of Diana's lovely full copper moon rising that we have already talked about back into the photon memory (the past)! Boy oh boy!!!!!!!!






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Show me one other president who cares so much about WALL STREET, that he allowed the curve of a major global pandemic to be altered to the point where somewhere between 20 and 90 thousand Americans will die because of his utter freaking nonsense and endless stupidity. He is an eight year old kid from the BRIGGBASE and will not ever grow up or age, other than in his body; and anyone waiting for him to mature and quit acting like the quintessential buttwipe fool on steroids, is in for the wait of all high-Blondie sand-fort tides of all times, yo yo yo BRRR!!! High and 'hi', huh there Mizz Pink-Frankincense of 2009? Tell Mommy-P that me' buckin' ears are under me' buckin' hat, for crying out loud! In any case, Jim and I, and not Ed Lynch and Mister Huntington-Harrington, but Jim and I were busy at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments on that Halloween day, trying to get me safely the Dogtown out of there, and away from Apollo-Lucy's non BIRTHDAY-PARTY, 'Mister Pearly White Gorgeous' NYNY-TV anchorman referenced to by non J-Low, Mizz Linda Church, or Mizz Winters; Detective Lenny Briscoe!!!!!!!!!! And all of Thisssssssss not withstanding, having to do with UFO-COVER-UPS, only in so far as being a matching four letters (WPIX), so yessir, and WOW-THAT.









Lightning came over to visit with me at eleven of the clock on the nose last night, and she made awesome brilliant colors all over the skies surrounding this nightmare Fort Pierce, Florida, USA Public Housing non Patty-Hollister BUILDING OF HELLFIRE, AKA DOGTOWN in true Purgatory!!!!!!! So thank UUUUUUUUUUUU so very much for visiting with me last night, me' wonderful, lovely and ravishing BABY-BLOND girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









After she was here, I fell asleep and had some very wild nocturnal interactions. I was speaking to someone who pulled out a booklet and showed me groups of names with some of them underlined and colorized, sort of like what I do on these very blogs. I said to him, “Is this Morianity that has not yet been done, or is this from the BOOK of LIFE that is kept in the Sahasra Dal Kanwal City Hall”? He replied, “Neither one. It is the book that's kept by Sir Gene Mellman that discusses all sorts of incredible folks, one of which is the man who said to you recently, and to Patty Hollister decades ago, that he is well over 900 years of age”. Now in typing the name, I fully expected right now to see little squiggly red lines of spelling-error from my Mike Soft Spellchecker program, coming onto the text, but the name came out as 'listed on its programmed dictionary'. I then further checked to see if the program was hacked, which as you all know happens with some regularity so I intentionally misspelled a word, and sure enough, it came out with the error-lines. This means that even though I have never heard that last name here in me' waking world life, the name seems to be in existence. I'm not referring to the Christian name of Gene, as we all know that name; but rather the surname of Mellman! So WOW THAT, world!!!









Peeps, the very same reason that we human beings seemingly are NAUT permitted a view of the 'photon-projection' (the future), also will limit us to the same Lawtronic blocking systems built into the cosmic regulatory systems causing us to ALWAYS BE ABLE TO SEE THINGS THAT HAPPENED AROUND US BACK IN PHOTON-MEMORY (the past) very differently than we are able to in fact see these items while we're actually experiencing them and living through it all in (REAL TIME), as people have come to say. This has lots of power behind it, and is why so very many of us who are avid and lucid 'dreamers', or really, those who have better waking world memories of our nocturnal experiences, since its been lab-proven that all of us do achieve REM-SLEEP and thus do dream, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, those who have major dreaming interaction MEMORIES, are all part of this very same Lawtronic reality where it may be thirty years later where we might just suddenly look back in our minds about a dream from so very long ago, and suddenly see all kinds of brand new things involved with it and how it may interact with so many things in our more recent waking lives. So this mysterious Lawtronic limitation that is indeed built into cosmos's rules, is naut limited to 3 & 4 dimensions, but is, as is the great subatomic particle the electron itself, (FIFTH DIMENSIONAL IN NATURE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That needed to be said as part of a newly laid down foundation into things that will be shortly talked about in brand new parts of this ever-onward pressing MORIANITY, YO!









JANE PIECEATRASH Sleazeweedsdisease just nailed me really mother loving GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD, lovely non Super-X girlfriend from 1999, mizz lovely Helen Zebriski of the Saint Thomas Islands! Allow me to now compensate for this wicked witch and her endless digital face assault upon me that won't go away no matter what I ever hope to emmereffing do, yo BRRRRRR!







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That crap really ticked me off, Mizz Annie Cornfields, because I absolutely was positive that I was WELL DARN BUTTWIPING PAST PAGE TEN AND PAGE ELEVEN, AND ALMOST INTO THE MIDDLE DARN TEENS, AND YET; NO I WASN'T, AND SO I GOT TOTALLY DARN SCREWED AGAIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!









Yessir, I'm really emmereffing ticked the stench-weeds off about THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a great big BUTT and but yo; let me move on and tell you all another whittle darn I item. This is about late in the year of 1979 so this will make me' kid happy this MOUUUURNING as she loves it when I “Talk more about the seventies”. Well in keeping stuff totally honest and 'REALE' here, a 'doppelganger' of me' kid said that to me, in a wild dreaming interaction, or in the vast and limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace that is out beyond just where we all have our physical bodies, and hence our limited waking world lives. Yes 1979, the ending, and also the great zenith of the DISCO YEARS. Without bringing into the mix here, anything about future choking, Roddenberry behavior modification collars, or incredible transdimensional Cifaloglio locations, with wild characters like Sir Darius Evans or Donna Cifaloglio or Magic Callio-King transfer-station ride-ins in the middle of the gods-forsaken night; I am going to rather instead be discussing the incident that happened to me while I was employed at the RPL Sound Recording Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Most of me' loyal Blogaudians know and remember quite well, that right just shy of Christmas in 1979 while I was working there, and was residing at a home at 112 East 5th Avenue, in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG; that my mom and I had purchased there, and also had nothing but misery, and led to our selling it to the McCarthy family and moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments; where I had started up my car on a very cold early winter night at about 12:45 AM, in the studio parking lot, and my night boss Mister Donald Cialoni had opened up the main gate, and we were all sitting around in the lobby and waiting for the time clock to hit 1:00 AM, so we could all punch out and leave, at the end of our 4:30 P to 1:00 A shift. All of a sudden a very loud THUD sound was heard, which was my 1978 Chevy-Nova automobile striking the brick wall of the studio building. Some horrible CRIMINAL THUGS had seized upon the opportunity of grabbing an easily stolen car and making off with it, as they did, and the buttwipes couldn't drive very well and put it into reverse before they got it into drive, and so the car went back against the wall of the building since there were no heavy concrete 300 pound stopper rectangle pieces there to prevent that. As soon as we opened the front lobby door to check it out, Don and I both saw my car being whisked away at a high speed down State Street, after the thieves turned right off of the intersecting State Street, where the parking lot was on. Two of my coworkers, Gerry and Sue, mysteriously found the car, and seemed to know exactly where it was taken to be stripped and searched by these thieves. They seemed to know all the details, and I believed all along that they did not do this, nor have it done to me and yet they seemed to be a part in some wild bigger picture way, of the entire situation, based solely on the way they were acting; and to explain all of this in perfect detail and alacrity, would take all day long typing, and this blog would then be about a thousand pages long, so forget about that. I need to make me' simple but very powerful pernt here instead, oh great and endlessly illustrious Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, and all families EVERYWHERE as well, yo BRAH!!!









Remember the OTHER THEFT, or really, one of so many in all 5-DIMENSIONS that include dreams and waking life, where I went back into the photon-memory, or back through time to my high school, the Haddon Township High School of Westmont, New Jersey-USA, the HTHS, and told my classmates in some parallel reality, that I had come back from 1997 even though it was 1996 where I had traveled back there to 1968? Why do you think I gravitate to that marvelous television show, “The Time Tunnel” so much? I mean sure, I like it because of that WHITE HOT LOVELY LEE MERIWETHER, who played ANN in the Time Tunnel room; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a great big BUTT but people; I liked it because all of my life I have known that something is beyond major big time wrong, and that only FAWCES beyond human beings who would in fact be able to manipulate what we mortals think of as TIME; could be pulling off all of these powerful and wild tricks, or GASME-GODS-GAMES, as we now call this in 21st century MORIANITY, for crying out loud!









So here we have the SHOEBOX-TABLET being stolen in real-time-1996, in some parallel world where I was somehow connecting the following year of 1997 into it all, and we also have the 1979 waking world car theft while I was employed at the RPL Studio and working there that night, right shy of Christmas time in 1979. To this very day, the Camden Police should have all of these things on file, and even transferred to modern day computer files on their intranet systems, totally and absolutely verifying this auto theft that night. I know the great FBI can get the records, and I'd bet a billion bucks cash money right this minute, that they've already done all of this, AND A LOT MORE TOOthpaste TOO, SIR MIKE SOFT!!!!!! So we have the shoebox-tablet deal in 96 where I was telling my classmates that I came from 97, and then we have the other car theft in 79, the digitally inverted year; just as with the great Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Team, when they won the World Series for the first time since they had won it in 1980, and when, but in 2008, the other DIGITALLY INVERTED YEAR, 80-08!!!!!!!! But this is only the very early beginning to all of these wild interconnected dots of this great powerful and inconceivable JAMES REDFIELD'S SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME here in all of this, so let me move still onward here just a wee whittle darn bit, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! Everything was taken from my car by these thieving thugs in Camden when they had taken it to a nearby parking lot that was very isolated. They took things like my contact lenses and stuff that they had absolutely no Earthly reason for taking. I could see taking a good spare tire from the trunk, and a good set of jumping cables, and al those type of things. I had only the little factory made tinny radio in the car so they didn't even bother trying to rip that out. Who could want a tinny sounding little car radio for crying out loud, but who could want my darn contact lenses is my question? And many other wild things were part of how my car was so quickly found and recovered that night. If it wasn't for my me' mom's good friend, Mizz Audrey Heller of Audubon, New Jersey-USA, I would have been totally screwed. She helped me to get thing squared away with all of this, and it is all way too complex to get into; including the part where the Camden Police when they got over to the RPL Studio, where Don and I were still there during the crisis; informed me that their records show another person from Mount Ephraim, New Jersey-USA, was showing up matched to my drivers license and automobile registration, When I tried even back then as time went along, to get to the bottom of what now in present times is known as “IDENTITY-THEFT”, I was ignored and the problem was never even explored at all by any authority. But none of these things is my real and true point for right now on this particular blog. Do I believe there is a direct correlation to those thieves in Camden on that just shy of Christmas night in 1997 and those KALI-'thug' thieves of nearly two decades out into the photon-projection or the 'future'? You bet I do, but this is because of numerous wild things that happened after this mess was all cleared up, and I was able to get back to a semi-normal life, or what was at least 'normal for the Mountainpen', back in those times of 'photon-memory'. Right around this same time, and I have blogged this many times before in my earlier Jersey Morianity, those two coworkers who knew exactly where my car had been taken to, and with no way of really knowing or planning any of this, since THIS WAS THE VERY FIRST TIME THAT DONALD CIALONI HAD OPENED THE GATE, BEFORE WE ALL WERE LITERALLY IN OUR CARS AND READY TO LEAVE, which allowed the thieves to get onto our property and then to get into my car and literally drive it off the lot and out the gate, and the reason was that we were having an extra brutally cold night and we wanted to get our cars warmed up and we wanted to get out and home as fast as possible, something that was never repeated after this of course, but as it is said on this Earth of imperfection, “It only takes one really bad mistake to get us all screwed up in life”. My mom had a gal-pal when we lived at 24-A Apartment, in the building located at 2041 Chestnut Street, in Philadelphia, back early in the nineteen-sixties; named Misses McDowell, and who had a son John; and they happened to both be nurses at some nearby Philadelphia hospital. One day after I had made a really bad error in judgment, and both of them were over at the apartment, her son John said to me, “Sometimes we only get one chance in this world”, and HE WAS TOTALLY RIGHT, YO!!! I know that I have told this story on much earlier blogs from my first couple of years blogging, back when I lived up in Jersey; so this is just a reiteration of things already discussed!!!!!!!!









But to finish out me' whittle pernt here now Sir Archie, people do not believe in things such as alpha-numeric connections in symbolic coincidence, nor do most peeps even think of taking seriously, how we can compare virtually unlimited things that people call 'coincidences' to give us the most startling and unfathomable answers to all of life's great mysteries and queries. And we don't need to be the great CBS's TV-SHOW of 2008, “The Mentalist”, and Patrick Jane, to be able, should we ever choose to do it; to see this incredible and expanded version of reality that endlessly exists all around al of us for everybody to see as plain as day, only, THEYNEVER DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But James Redfield does, and he wrote wonderful books about this topic, two of them called “CELESTINE”, one was the Prophecy and the other book title eludes me but I think it was “VISION”. Wanna' know something else that eluded me until right now when this WAS ON MY MIND where I am trying to remember those two Redfield books? The surname of MELLMAN. There was a realtor right on the corner of Route 130 and Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG; and in 1986 and 1987 somewhere, both myself and my pal Sir David Roth went there to discuss their becoming my realtor and to have them try and sell my Kramer Hill home on 26th Street that Mark Marini and Bob Patterson Cheatley screwed me with on some lousy rotten Housing and Urban Development deal in the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, (HUD). The name of this rotten realtor was and for all I know still is, Mellman and Jawkell, and I seriously doubt I am correctly spelling that wild surname, and of course, me' Spellchecker-dictionary is unable to provide me any assistance with it either, yo! So you see folksingers and FOLKS out here, we al have all memory of all things,even stuff we only know in (our soul) as many peeps might word it. Our true or higher-SELF knows contain omniscience, and you CAN believe THAT!!!!!!!!! But also built into the great Laconically designed cosmos surrounding or isness of beingness, is the magic of the coincidence, just as Mister wonderful REDFIELD proclaims, and I personally vouch for its truths and its authenticity. Yes peeps, that night at the 1979 recording studio called, RPL, was amazing beyond any possible verbiage and attempts to describe the whole thing. Coworkers Gerry and Sue had no Earthly way of knowing that this was or could possibly happen, as the gate being open that would make it possible, was only open on that ONE NIGHT, and at the last three minutes of time where we all were there. No time was there at all for making such complicated or detailed plans to due this thing to me. But they did know, and they knew where the car was taken to somehow as well. But I cannot accuse them of being part of this plan because to pull it off,they would have to be part of “THE TIME TUNNEL” experiment with Tony Newman and Doug Phillips, and that lovely ANN, and the General, and all of the rest of the crew in that top secret 'fictional' military operation. Now if this were the only time that I could type and blog a wild story like this abnd believe me when I say I'm only including the very top major highlights to it all, but if this were the only time; believe me peeps, I'd be with lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter right now, “ON TOP OF THE WORLD” in or out of the year of 1973, huh James Burr and Patricia Hollister, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo????????









Now let's quickly discuss another item that we will end this blog on today, which is why the Jewish peeps are so incredibly CLEAN, or so the rumors all go for us HEATHEN FOLKS outside of the CHOSEN POPULATION, which by the way, doesn't include the present past five centuries of the Huntington family, or before that in the Stuart Family, and before that, in the original NON-KAREN Carpenter Family, as once upon a time, surnames were the product of our occupations and ways that we earned our livings in this world, the great EARTH-PLANET, such as Joseph the Carpenter of Nazareth, hence, Joseph Carpenter. By the way peeps, never take MOUNTAINPEN'S word for anything, I do NAUT want you to do that. Just go the great GOOGLE on your little l-PHONES you all have and love so much in this crazy new age 21st century, and then type in something such as Where do surnames originate in history? I promise you that a few searches and a little quick reading of the first three items that show up, will indeed totally and completely verify all of my information provided to show you that I DO NAUT MAKE UP 'FAKE-NEWS', like me' cuzz loves to do, and then claims that all the rest of us are doing; the oldest criminal trick in the gash darn golly gee whiz book for crying out totally butt wiping loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for the final discussion on why the original Jews became so clean that even goes far beyond and surpasses the great commandments given to them by ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS LORDESS JEHVAH NEECY KRASSLE (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE) as SHE'S ALSO KNOWN BY in the Capitol Province of the ASTERAL-PLANE called (OLYMPIA)!!!!!!!!! This will all perfectly tie into this 947 year old man who has learned to FASCITAR himself and contact both myself recently and lovely Patty HHH back a long while ago in early 1975!!!!!!!!!









Only the old Jews from more than three thousand years ago, ever lived past a dozen decades on this Earth-Planet, and they did it with the very same Doctor Corriell wisdom that this blog has discussed from time to time now for the past one to two years, only we are naut talking about transfusing blood here. So I will now get down into the trenches and say something that many peeps won't particularly appreciate getting said,but I wil say it all anyway because this MILITFORCE has persecuted me beyond what any 5,000 people all combined could ever take, and for a very long time, especially when we factor in the hellish nightmare repeating cycle that I have now suffered through for more than 190 times, and maybe even more than this. The long-life-rituals as I'll refer to them as from now on,also kept a lot of sicknesses from happening which are the main reasons that life spans are shortened, because this behavior builds up an unfathomable amount of antibodies in our blood as a direct result. For several thousand years or more and the Biblical begats go into great detailed lengths of the precise lineage of the Judah Tribe of Israel, this was done so that people would extend their life spans for a dozen times give or take what it is since the practice was abandoned after the FLOOD that the BIBLE mentions. Children and y oung teenagers would spit into large water containers and water was added or in some cases, wine was added, and then the solution was drank by older people. After five and ten years of doing this three to ten times every week, old people were made younger, and young people stayed younger for much longer, and this eventually maxed out to where the human span of life in those times reached between 630 and 970 years. We will get into a lot more things pertaining to that as more blogs continue onward. Doctor Corriell at the Institute for Medical Research back in 1982, told me at a Christmas party, this very same truth only they were infusing old rats with very young rat BLOOD, whole blood, and from rats barely into puberty where the cellular programming was in still in the GROWTH STAGE and thus the signaling STEM CELLS would literally slowly reprogram all of the trillions of cells that make up every single part of our human bodies. Blood cells and saliva cells are for all intents and purposes the very same microbiological process on a subatomic level. This same truth is why when human bodies develop diseased organs, the stem cells within them retrain and reprogram all of the surrounding healthy cells, slowly but surely, to also become diseased, and then we eventually succumb to the sickness and expire. Recently, you have seen two items in the news all over this globe concerning the Corona Virus and our attempts at alleviating the nightmare problem that it is causing humanity. One, is the transfusing of blood plasma from people with these antibodies so that those with the disease can begin to rebuild antibodies of their own to combat the disease. Two, is the saliva testing. 90-97% of all blood tests can be done with saliva as a result of this reality. When Mountainpen talks about these things, HE IS AN ENDLESS CRACKPOT. But when other peeps do, well; THAT IS ALWAYS A HORSE OF A TOTALLY DARN DIFFERENT COLOR, AIN'T IT??????



THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB CHAPTER 70





Microsucks Corporation is really wild with all of this non-MIMI-2008 word process program hacking. As I was typing in the title and before hitting the ENTER KEY to create a new paragraph so I could then add CHAPTER 70, the title suddenly read, TRUMP AND HIS MOB followed by some really wild stuff that now won't happen as if somebody knew I was going to try and post this. And screw the alligator's too, Mister Mike Soft.





4:37 PM on Friday, 17 April, 2020













Well folksingers and FOLKS, and Mike buttwipe SOFT; I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD FLY WAY UP TODAY, AND IT TOOK NO ALBERTY EINSTEIN EITHER TO SEE THAT IT WOULD, MERELY DECADES OF SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-TECH MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, WHICH HAS DRIVEN THE STOCK MARKET FROM BEARLY BEING IN FOUR DIGITS, ALL THE WAY TO THE FIVE DIGIT ALL TIME HIGH OF 30,000 POINTS, AND COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So don't give me any credit or see my as some wild prophet, because all I'm mother loving doing is using this nearly 36 YEAR OLD HELL to make my incredible predictions, and I will go on being right a minimum of 90-95% of the time, something no stock broker on this planet can lay honest claim to, or even claim to be anywhere near that in accuracy over decades of time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also told you all that after the market closed UP two straight trading sessions, that it had found its BOTTOM AT THE LOW 18 K's. Once I said that on my blogs, it jumped nearly 6,000 points over the following less than one month of time to where it currently stands, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! The real powerhouse deal here is NAUT that, as much as thissssssssssssssssssssss:! I should have a following of thousands of peeps, and a weekly average PV-COUNT in the hundreds of thousands, and the great TD Ameritrade peeps should have been all over me too when I told them several years ago that the DOW would jump up 5,000 points from 20 to 25 K after Trump won. But nobody so much as pays me an ounce of attention. Here I am with absolute knowledge of a financial market move over decades of proven timed predictions, and yet NOTHING, I am endlessly ignored. NOW T-H-A-T peeps, that is the wildest and most unfathomable part to all of this, even greater than my predictions always coming true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir world, I said early this morning on me' gol' dern prior chapter blog, “ Well after the major DEATH ATTACK STRIKE ON ME YESTERDAY, THURSDAY; we all know that this will get that mother loving rotten criminal STOCK MARKET TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY FLYING TODAY AND ALL OF NEXT WEEK, WHEN THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL IN REALITY TO SUPPORT IT”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amd what happened today? Well it FLEW UP THREE QUARTERS OF A THOUSAND POINTS, THAT WHAT THE HECKEN CRAP IT DID, YO!

















YES LOVELY GIANT-GINA of the nineteen-nineties, you said to me, “TOLD YOU”, after you broke me' arm in that arm wrestle we did, that she would do it, and then, well, SHE DID IT, but I'll always hear that giant goddess with her little girl nine year old voice, saying that to me, “TOLD YOU”, and so folksingers and folks, to quote gorgeous power house Gina, “TOLD YOU”, and I've been telling you, and I even told you where the BOTTOM WOULD BE, and that is just where it was. Show me one stock broker in emmereffing Manhattan who can match me' talents for calling that lovely CROOKED DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, just ga'hed and show me, ANYBODY OUT HEREdahelda AND OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now I may have glossed over a few times on much earlier blogs and Morianity, how I made a trained psych counselor reach a total nervous breakdown back early in 1995, and now, I am going to expand on it, and THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS is what I recently told you all that I would be soon discussing because of this horrendous recent death siege of late 2019 and into this monstrous freaking 2020 year also, yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! His name was Kieth, and I drove two other fairly normal peeps to near insanity, but neither of them were trained professional counselors or psychiatric professionals, as was a dude named “Kieth” at the Saint Barnabas Clinic of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, just walking distance away from that nightmare house that I rented with me' mom in 1986 that led to the quintessential hellishness of this Huntington Curse taking off with wheels of steel and made op pure grease lightning. Early in 1995, this dude told my mom on the telephone, “Mark has driven me to a full nervous breakdown”, and if I still was in Jersey, I'd still have the taped conversation as part of me' now lost LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE that started as telephone program 1 and 2 on the very first cassette tape, on the first day that I had moved into the other house from hell, at 134 Non-CHUCK Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG as if anyone needed to be retold that whittle wee bit of epitomized negative sound bites! But this Saint Barnabas place, as in Dark Shadows' Barnabas Collins the hickey neck biting vampire of all greatest James Redfield Synchronicity Syndromes; had three counselor-psychiatrists whose connections with me were very unprofessional or at least comprised of things not seen every day by any means or stretch of logic, in any ordinary psych clinic the world over, yo BRO! We had Lenny, we had the degreed psychiatrist who insisted that I be scheduled no matter how many times I begged not to be and I was the paying client, at the exact time where another person was there every time, who was build exactly like lovely giant Paula King, and looked just like her as well. We also had Kieth, and then there was lovely red hot Mizz McIntyre, if I'm correctly spelling her surname, an dyes, I screwed up on a prior blog and said surname rather than Christian name, sorry, we're all darn human Bruce Pennock, nobody's perfect, quoting you word for word with my additional DARN in the middle of it, yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!!!!!!! Out of all these shrinks and counselor peeps, only Mizz McIntyre never did anything spurious. My only beef with her was that was very insistent on me taking lots of 'sicko trumps' (psychotropic medications). I know that there is nothing wrong with my brain and so these meds will only serve to damage what is naut broken to begin with. I am under a huge supernatural family curse that has lasted for approximately 1,990 years now, and that is pure unadulterated truth, and I am naut crazy; even if peeps out there somewhere, Mizz AT&T Blake, are trying to drive me into insanity! But me' counselor Kieth in early 1995 was hellbent on my NAUT being hypnotized to try and get to the bottom of what really happened to me a decade earlier in 1986 that forever altered me' life in unthinkable ways! I told him many of the powerful things that I told David Roth, and one day he told my mom that he was having a full on nervous breakdown because of what I have told him. I also almost drove the assistant to Federal Congressman Robert Andrews nutty from a similar set of inconceivable circumstances, as well as a poor security officer coworker man I worked with at the Pennsylvania Roadway Trucking on County Line Road and Route 309 intersection. If my story or this MORIANITY BIBLE is so made up and so only the product of a totally deranged sick mind, then I would not have driven three normal people right over the edge with my imparting several parts of it to them. You all know that there is powerful logic and reasoning here in my words!!!!!!!!!









Let's quickly open up and begin to address another issue that has indeed been previously glossed over in this Morianity Bible Project on the internet of the 21st century, that followed my creation of MORIANITY'S old and new Testaments on cassette tape, back in also 1995, and at the very same time when I made more counselor Kieth go coo-coo on me. I speak of my pal David Roth being slow poisoned by his so-called pal, Mister Jonathan Schau, both Lodge Brothers in the Mason Club of all great 343434343434 endless JRSS initials of mass and energy and also great nineteen nineties musical projects that seemingly have fascinated so many powerful people, including me' own flesh and blood! This slow poisoning thing I of course can't prove, but I know as sure as I live unfortunately in Florida since late in 2009, that indeed, this is what happened to the Latengrate Sir David Roth and was done by his murdering lodge brother Sir Jonathan. I told how this murderer had a perfect opportunity to commit this crime, and I told how he had a major motive that absolutely proved to be his intention all along to abscond with Dave's life insurance money after he had made him his executor and pulling me off of his will as executor after we had a nasty blow out and difference of opinion shortly before I left Patty Meeker's rental home on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG, to move into the Kent Road and Sicklerville Road intersecting apartment system in Williamstown, called the 'HIGHVIEW'!!!!!!!!!









HA-HA-Ha, miserable witch Jane Notfondauonebit; YA' MISSED ME!!!!!!!!!!! And I most certainly DID NAUT MISS YOU!!!!









But getting back to the murder of my best pal in adult life, Dave; the motive was a large 200 grand insurance policy, and I may be off a little bit like 50 grand either way but I think the amount is correct, and the opportunity was that after lodge meetings, these two men would regularly drive in one of their cars to a local area diner to chow down, and Dave had a dependable habit at diners since we too used to go to diners quite often, and that habit was that he would sit down and order cocoa or coffee depending on mood and desire each time, and after it was ordered, he would go straight to the men's room to wash his hands, leaving time for the drink to be served, and while he was not there to see that his rotten murdering pal was adding a little something to it, and if caught by anyone around him, it probably looked like he was adding some sugar or something and could just tell anyone who might say something to him, I'm just putting some sugar in his coffee while he's in the wash room. There are many slow acting poisons, where once done enough times, the person is dead, only it happens down the line somewhere, and not right away. Many movies have been made about old ladies using these types of poisons slipped into coffee or tea behind the back of their victim. I know that Dave was murdered by Schau, and I even wrote a letter to Dave's friend who I didn't know and never met, as they too worked together at some time, Constable McMeekan. His office was right next door to the security company where he was working at the time, and later I came to work at where they placed me at the Tulleytown Landfill, owned by that crooked capitalist old pig who owns the famous Auto Nation. I was as I always am, totally ignored by constable McMeekan. All I can do is try to bring horrible freaking criminal to justice, but I have no darn police power to do it. That annoying Angel of Death is really buzzing at me again today. The pile of disease next to me kept his noise down lower today, at least so far. But getting back to the murder of my pal, I observed in 1995 how Dave developed Bells Palsy as he called it where one eye droops, and his entire eyes were yellow where they should have been white, and his face had a definite major jaundice appearance too. This was shortly after we had our disagreement and bust up and then I called him after moving to Highview and being there several months, and this was obviously during the time where he was angry at me and had taken me off of his will as the executor and gave it to Mister Schau. I knew nothing of any of this until 2001 when he told me one dark night at the jobsite called Technion Furniture in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG; that he felt really bad how his pal Mike Devlin had swindled me out of $5,000.00 that was part of my mother's life insurance policy that was left to me after Paula King and her wild hyper-natural and interdimensional pals did whatever they did that led up to my mom becoming a medical mystery and a zombie and then led to her eventual complete demise on the 4th day of March in 2000. But all these fancy words of cat food feasts all add up to a point that I need to make now before I go on typing for days on this wild stuff that does indeed need to be later expanded and elucidated upon. The point is about James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS) and DINERS, and here it is. It was in a DINER where I told DAVE ROTH all about my Atlantic City woes and the mighty GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, one spring evening at the Medport Diner in Marlton, NJUSAESMWG, after we finished chowing down in there, and then went to my car, where I proceeded in the parking lot, to tell him for the very first time, all about this wild crazy situation involving AC-NJ and SSJKK!!!!!!!!! DINERS-DINERS-DINERS, MURDERS-POLICE INTIMIDATION, AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT ANYONE'S IMAGINATION CAN HOPE TO DREAM UP!!!!!







The real miracle with any and all of these things, is that I don't have a million emmereffing peeps the world over following this incredible TRUE MAJOR BLOG, that can tell what the stock market will do, as well as a thousand other major things, and can back it all up, any time, and anywhere, yo BRRR!





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MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR



IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!





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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB



CHAPTER 69






THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME; WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI, and people; TODAY IS BEYOND A SUPER DARN BOTBAR!







MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3







The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI?????









Remember the MOMENTUM THING, GREAT PEOPLE? Well after the major DEATH ATTACK STRIKE ON ME YESTERDAY, THURSDAY; we all know that this will get that mother loving rotten criminal STOCK MARKET TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY FLYING TODAY AND ALL OF NEXT WEEK, WHEN THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL IN REALITY TO SUPPORT IT, UNLESS WE KNOW THE REAL GOL-DERN TRUTHS OF THE ICPE-APE-TECHNLOGY DEAL THAT IS WHAT IS REALLY HAPPENING, OR TO QUOTE LOVELY MIZZ KING HERE FROM 2008 AND 2009; “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!! YESSIR, YOU ALL JUST GO RIGHT AHEAD AND WATCH AND SEE IF THE MOUNTAINPEN IS WRONG ABOUT THIS, AS THIS WILL NAUT BE THE DARN CASE, YO!!!!! Reality is what it is, lovely Dawn-Marie MONSTER KING of BERRYVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AND HERE COMES ME WONDERFUL MOTHER LOVING (`~HACK), KIND FOLKS, AND ANY ROTTEN ONES OUT THERE 2222222222!!!!!!













The reason that this entire COMPUTER AGE AND NEW DIGITAL WORLD REALITY IS WHAT IT IS, LOVELY DAWN-MARIE KING, is to put it mildly, extremely complicated.




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It is all connected into me, the wild experience at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments with Pink-Goddess LOIS FOCA of ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; and just what the ultra complex combined detailed absolute meanings were all a part of just why this had to all happen to me, and without any strobing lights, moon-dreams at Cifaloglio, or train trips passing through AMTRAK-WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still people, the incredible LINDEN HILL APARTMENTS OF LINDENWOLD, NJUSAESMWG is indeed totally tied into all of these things, and even without getting all worked up over JRSS stuff (JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME).

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I never liked the Linden Hill apartments, and wanted to go to another complex back in the first quarter of 1975 while still in me' last days at the Oaklyn apartment called the Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue, Apartment #O-15. But Patty Hollister and my mom both thought that the other place was better in many different ways all around, and Patty was going to be helping us move from Oaklyn into our new place, and so me' mom was greatly influenced by her ideas. Also there was one big drawback to the place I really liked that was right on the White Horse Pike, and that was an extremely aggressive young slut who was asking all sorts of questions about me and my age, and was flirting with me a lot, and back in those times, I was so screwed up in me' life, that I had absolutely no time at all for annoying and aggressive young girls. So I didn't even try to put up much of a fuss, and ended up at the strobing Newsboy Fly-Crash Linden Hill place. Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE is trying to hit me hard again with her dirty rotten PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN crap. I really hate your guts, rotten miserable Mizz Fonda!!!!!!!

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The wild interaction that happened to me in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill, is all connected into Patty Hollister and her wanting me to 'GET AND USE THE FASCITAR WISDOM', so I could go onto connect up with my 1994 PHASE-4 book character in my incredible book, copyrighted on Halloween Day in 1994, called, “The Permission Barrier”. This dot connected hellishness altered me' already miserable existence, to quote the great Barnabas Collins from the old sixties 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-SOAP-show; into what it was then destined to fully become all the way up here into the second score of the twenty-first century. Common sense tells me that it really wasn't the ancient Athens Greece Goddess Scylla, or the new world of Atlantic City's Paula King, or Sarah Callio, or for that matter, even Mizz Patty-HHH who was in that incredible early June 1980 interaction where I was sung to and given that song that I titled and copyrighted, “Love Is For Carpenter” and shortened to the blog version title of LOIS FOCA, but really it was JEWELLY WHITE, THE GREAT ASTRAL PLANE VIQUEEN ALL ALONG, BUTT, big butt but people, it was PATTY HHH who as the 60's kids would say it so well during the big LSD times, “WAS ME' TRAVEL AGENT, or me' hawk, or me' 25. You know Sir James Redfield great sir, I was age 25 when that wild LOIS FOCA INTERACTION HAPPENED TO ME, back at 1802 Robin Hill, and yes, another one of your endless famous 'connection of events' AKA 'coincidences'!!!!!











Misses Joann Mitryk from Burlington, NJUSAESMWG helped us complete the move into Linden Hill, the mother of Tony Mitryk from me' days at the NJ sike-institute from September of 1965 through June of 1966. Now before the lovely great and talented Mizz Patula Clark can get downtown or even sing about going there back then, let me finish out by also telling two major things never discussed in any real detail before, and me' apologies if I misspelled your surname, Mizz Clark. I know that I correctly spelled the great Time Tunnel ANN character, lovely and awesome Mizz Lee Meriwether, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a two day move in 1975, the first day of March was the main moving day with Patty and her friend “Santa Claus” or whoever that wild character was who looked more like him than he himself would, and then on the following day, Misses Mitryk and her hubby Leon helped us with a few additional items as well. Nothing unusual or strange went down on this second day, but on the original day with Patty and Santa, there was a very interesting conversation between them that took place that my mother appeared to totally ignore, but I DID NOT IGNORE IT, and it was Raspberry impossible to ignore it, and yes, just as the dot connecting Redfield stuff always does indeed work its magic, it was about DREAMS. Patty was hugely into occult type stuff, and all peeps of the spiritual and Wiccan belief systems are really big into dreams, just not properly understanding the real truths to them. Patty was munching on some weird berries mixed with some herbs and green veggies and tea leaves, all crushed and mixed together, along with some crushed up sunflower seeds. The conversation started with how Patty loved that bald headed actor who played the Paraoah of Egypt, and just earlier while packing up the apartment in Oaklyn, Patty and I were talking about how I had been to a Philadelphia movie theater back in the early nineteen-sixties and saw this dude and how his forehead always seemed to be sweaty, and she laughed, and maybe this stirred up the conversation later on between them to get going. In any case, Patty told Santa Claus that she had had a dream where she was speaking to a 947 year old heavy set white gentleman with brownish gray colored hair, who lived in Florida in a trailer park, in the same town where Mark's father did lots of diving with Mel fisher the world famous treasure hunter. I had of course spoken to her about this earlier on during a phone conversation between us one Saturday afternoon while still back living at the Dellway Arms Apartments. Last night people, I HAD THE DREAM, HER DARN DREAM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, and she was not in it, but the man was, and he told me that same age after I told him how I've been suffering for more than 65 years and am so miserable with this penis licking turd next door to me causing me so much endless agony intentionally, and that I am looking to move into any cheap trailer park somewhere around here. In that parallel reality however, there is a park right near me' local Walgreen's Store on Ohio Avenue, just behind it in a small field area, not developed yet here in this reality. I also remember something that her pal Santa Claus said back to her. They were in the front seat of his weird looking truck filled with tons of toys, and my mom and I were in a seat behind that and then behind us was lots of room once the toys were all moved into an area even still further behind that, allowing us to use a large set of side doors to load the furnishings. He told her that, and this paraphrase is the best that I now am able to recall, “maybe Mark's father is more than he thinks he is, and for that matter, hey, maybe so is Mark”, and then she giggled, and then she looked back directly at me in the seat behind her, and she fluffed her lovely hair and she giggled like a school girl! Also and I swear this is true, I have a powerful memory and I thought at the time that it must be some silly nickname that he gave to his friend Patty, but at least four times during the ride back and forth to Linden Hill from Oakland Avenue, he called her, “JW”, rather than PATTY or PAT. My mom always called her PAT! In any case, last night's wild nightmare was caused because my spirit is thinking about my hellish situation with this horrible monster nabe from hell next door to me, and I then propelled myself into this alternate plane where I was discussing moving, yet I was talking to a man who proclaimed his age to match the very age of this dude who told PATTY-HHH this very same thing back in a 1975 dream that SHE HAD JUST HAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Roaches are around again, and I am quite sure that this dog dung next to me, MISTER 605-MEXICO, is the reason for their resurfacing. I keep a tidy and squeaky darn clean apartment, and there is no reason whatsoever for my having roach colonies that are absolutely relentless!!!!!!!!!!!









My vertigo is back also, as if I don't have enough mother loving hassles and woes and worries, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!! It is not real bad but many times when it comes it slowly gets worse and then lasts for up to two darn dog months of timesliceBufferSize and of TIME! GET LOST MIKE SOFT!!!!!!!!!!









CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS





Sheriff sir, the Milituforce gave me a giant roach colony assault today that worsened all day. When I go to pay my rent tomorrow, kind sir; you can bet your very bottom dollar, that a big ass note will be included in my payment envelope, TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS ENDLESS INFESTATION RESULTING FROM ILLEGALS GUESTS! I need not guess who they are, or their names either, oh great kind powerful and wonderful sir!!!!!!!!! YEAH, ha!!!!!







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I don't need to be some mother loving brainiac to know that I have been set up since the day that I went to school, let alone left school; TO FAIL, to quote old great and powerful BLACKBOARDS-SMITH, from Haddonfield, New Jersey's GAP Cooley-Wormhole-HALL, back43 years ago come the late twenty's of this month somewhere, YO! So what is this 'genetic fascination' with MATH TEACHERS, I wonder, for crying out loudspeakers loud?









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Boy could I use the help of the law and order authorities, only I can totally forget about that, in this GIGANTIC MOTHER TRUCKING SET UP FROM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S GAP GREAT & POWERFUL HELL, HELL, HELL!!!





JANUARY 5, 2016,



TUESDAY MORNING AT 3:30,



HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.



CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.



RANGE TODAY-------(H-54/L-53).



RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 51 .



WIND IS NW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.



TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.























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You watch now people as that mother loving cheated crooked criminal DOW JONES WILL FLY UP 2,000 POINTS TODAY, AND 8,000 MORE POINTS OVER THE FOLLOWING TWO WEEKS, WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THE REAL WORLD TO SUPPORT SUCH A BULLISH CRAZY RALLY, UNLESS WE SEE IT FOR WHAT IT IS ALL ALONG; THE ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARE OF THE PITIFUL MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!





















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CHAPTER #68





THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB



      Voters outside of Milwaukee Marshall High School in Milwaukee on Tuesday.









BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'



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IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!





8:17 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY 'NIGHTmares' AND NIGHT

16 APRIL, 2020, SIR MICROSOFT CORP.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

















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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB



CHAPTER 68






THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME; WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI, and people; TODAY IS BEYOND A SUPER DARN BOTBAR!







MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3







The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:







THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:









WANING CRESCENT 2:7











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ALL DAY LONG, MISTER DIRTBAG MEXICO-605 NEXT DOOR, SINCE JUST PAST 12-NOON HAS BLASTED HIS NOISE AT ME, FBI!!!!!!!! We all know what is happening here, don't we yo? We have over 23,000 dead Americans now, 22 million recent unemployment claims filed totaling now the dim glum reality of 13.5% total national unemployment of the TWF (Total Work Force). We are all basicly locked down and scared with the great Mister God Almighty Trump, the America High School Cheerleader in the White House spewing out tons of lies, and what happened on WALL STREET as a result of one of the worst major death sieges on me ever? Well, you guessed it, or you should have. Early in the trading day it was more than a hundred points off, but with this monstrous and relentless death siege pounding on me all day long, it ended up finishing the day quite positively. We all know that parallel event and ICPE-APE-TECH is what is truly secretly driving this stock market AND HAS BEEN SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, WHEN THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME ALL BEGAN. You cannot tell me, anyone out here and I don't care who the heck you are; that this UP DAY on the stock market was a result of the extremely negative and hellish reality that I have only started to address above. Well, maybe some of you still could do this. That is why I quietly think of those who insist on doing that as QUINTESSENTIAL BUTT-WIPING FOOLS TO THE POWER OF 10!









Death Angel Mister Mortimer Mortino is on me like flies on an overflowing garbage truck on an extra hot July afternoon in Nevada!!!!! But then, just as with the preceding paragraph, tell me some real news here!!!!! We all know what this stands the pit for, do we not:? SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, but for those who may have forgotten; (SAME OLD SAME OLD-WHAT ELSE IS NEW-SAME STUFF ON A DIFFERENT DAY()!!!!!!!!!! Gee willagars, yo!





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COUNTERSTRIKE OF 8:30 P.M., 16 APRIL OF 2020:















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 DAY OF APRIL 16th, OF 2020, WITH A BEYOND MAJOR DEATH-NOISE ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ATTACK FROM MISTER 605-MEXICO, WITH FULL POWER AGAINST HIM, AND THAT IS ALL CONNECTED INTO WALL STREET, AND MY FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGE; and 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.





































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P













































JANE MISERABLE ROTTEN SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE 11.



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Something really huge will soon be told that I never ever thought I'd freaking tell. You dirtbag penis lickers have truly asked for it!

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      Voters outside of Milwaukee Marshall High School in Milwaukee on Tuesday.



David Charles Roth said it best. “Ain't life grand”? Of course he was being extremely facetious when making that bold statement! Yessir world, we'll be talking about the year of 2020 for a 'vely vely' non-Bob McDowell long time, “I have no doubt”, Doctor Leonard McCoy of Star Trek. So WEEEEEEEEEE.







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IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!





2:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB



CHAPTER 67






THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME,WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3







The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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Yessir, yes-mahm' oh world; it was another very darn HOT DAY yesterday, Wednesday the 15th of April in this horrendous rotten stench filled year of '2020, and so-called James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome VISION' for crying out loud! It went up to 94 degrees in Fort Pierce in the middle late afternoon, the humidity was not summer-like but that's right around the gash dog corner as well, and it did feel around or somewhere almost near the buck-mark! But me' illustrious, wonderful, and great peeps; and a BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT GREAT BIG BUTT TOOthpaste TOO; if THAT were my only basic troubles in this life, I'd be sitting real darn perdy right about gol' dern now!









At approximately 4:25 yesterday afternoon, dirt bag penis licking Mister Mexico-605 began blasting his garbage, but for whatever reason, after ten minutes at about 4:35, he shut it down as if nothing had happened. Maybe his employer (D. J. TRUMP & HIS HENCHMEN), told him to see if a SHORT-BURST PERSECUTION OF MOUNTAINPEN would bring that crooked stock market back up since it had JUST CLOSED DOWN A NICE SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT. One thing I know for sure, after suffering three and a half darn butt wiping decades with this ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY-NIGHTMARE with me and the endlessly opposing EVIL TRILOGY, OF THE TRUMPFORCE/SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE; is that all of my endless horrific harassment is part of this intentionally hurting and persecuting me, so that the markets will parallel and mirror-reflect as a DIRECT-RESULT, a reverse polarized direction to the way my life is being steered by these nightmare monsters from HELL (AKA DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes my stench sniffing (`~HACK) folks! Forget the darn folksingers Mister Mike Soft, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze, and TANKS and mama-freaking BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, YO YO!!! Lovely witch Dawn-Marie King said it all during the last two years of her human life here on the Earth-Planet, “It is what it is”.

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So smile, frown, or sing out loudspeakers LOUD. It all comes out the same way in this hellish HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE OF 1990 YEARS NOW. Still, quoting the great Dennis Snyder here, “And that's just reality, son”. The man is telling it true-blue, with or without any Cooley Hall HALLOWEENTOWN Amy-Madonna's involved in the wild mix, yo!

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CURSING BRUCE PENNOCK ON WFMU
Chris L
THANK YOU Therese! I've heard this before but never thought I'd come across it again. Phooey and nuts.
Posted by: Chris L | November 09, 2006 at 02:44 PM
bunbun

Whoremaster!
Posted by: bunbun | November 09, 2006 at 04:51 PM
double fucking bullshit
..... yeh.......
so this is what i (and a lot of us) sound like in my/our unguarded, at-home moments ...
totally sad and honest, when i hear this i hear a lot of things: a guy knowing any real control he may have over his situation is out of his hands, or at least recently slipped away ... i hear a guy cursing, in part, himself ... yeah, at 22 i would be laughing, but at 31 i feel this guys pain /


Posted by: double fucking bullshit | November 09, 2006 at 08:53 PM
michelle
Bruce and his kid, true American heroes. In the middle of all that frustration and admirably hilarious profanity he sounds genuinely kind when he asks Joshua if he wants his synthesizer on. Great stuff.
Posted by: michelle | November 10, 2006 at 02:06 PM
Dog Licker
Poor, deranged, normal Bruce. I'm glad my kids didn't tape me.......or did they!!!!!!!!!?????????
Posted by: Dog Licker | December 07, 2006 at 05:40 AM
Sean Jarleth
Unfortunately angry, frustrated & demented Bruce sounds disturbingly familiar.
Check out Phillip Larkin’s poem This Be The Verse.
Posted by: Sean Jarleth | December 09, 2006 at 07:09 PM
Bren C.
Hey! If you're interested, I can email you the Mash-Up I made with Bruce cursing and swearing as Jandek plays his out of tune piano as featured on "The Beginning." It adds a certain vibrant richness to both recordings hitherto unforeseen independently of the other. Why didn't I think of it before? It's a match made in heaven (as seen from Hades)!
Posted by: Bren C. | April 20, 2007 at 08:54 PM
piano lessons
Cool post. But unfortunately angry, frustrated & demented Bruce sounds disturbingly familiar.
Houston Piano Lessons
Does he know his son is hiding somewhere nearby taping his every word? Did the car break down?
Piano Lessons
Always angry, always confused...I've been there before!
studying piano
Poor Bruce. Hope he could that thing, it might be a help to lessen his frustrations in life.
Matthew Bate
Hey Therese (and fellow listeners) I'm making a film about another infamous audio verite recording SHUT UP LITTLE MAN! - if anyone out there is a fan of Daddy's Curses or SULM I'd love to hear from you. I'm looking for fans (if 'fan' is the right word) of SULM and DC... email is matt@plexusfilms.com.au.
Thanks. 19/01/2010
Matt Rue
Just to let you guys know I know the people that made this tape! I was made in the Flemington NJ area. I actually know Bruce's family!
Matt Rue
Posted by: Matt Rue | June 26, 2012 at 09:17 PM



November 09, 2006

The Ravings of Bruce The Piano Man (MP3)

When I was in college, a friend gave me a cassette containing the frustrated rantings of a guy named Bruce.   Bruce is a dad from suburban Jersey.  He tries to fix things around the house, like the family piano.  He does his own taxes.  And he uses very colorful language, some of which was caught on tape by his son.  Listen for yourself here  (6MB MP3 file, NSFW)
When I listened to this at 22, all I heard was Bruce's rage.  I thought it was hilarious.   Listening now...  Well, it's still hilarious.  But it's kinda sad, too.  His kids are no help.  Half his fucking papers have disappeared.  He can't even let himself go enough to really commit to his cursing. His goddamns are outnumbered by his goshdarns.  He even doggones once or twice.   It's tempting to read all sorts of things into this diatribe.  Is it really about the piano?  Or was he passed over for a promotion? Does he know his son is hiding somewhere nearby taping his every word?  Did the car break down?  Does his wife not appreciate him?  Have his glory days passed him by?  Who knows?  Poor Bruce.  If we can learn one thing from him, it's to spend the $300 and buy the right fucking tool.  Ya fucking moron!
Posted by Listener Therese on November 09, 2006 at 10:50 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey | Permalink

The great Mizz interdimensional Jewelly White hated my B-CAREFUL words!

I'm way more concerned with what I DO NEED 2B AWARE OF, MIZZ PAULA KING!

July 30, 2015

You No Longer Need to Beware of the Blog

After ten fun-filled years, we're packing up shop here at WFMU's Beware of the Blog. Many thanks to the dozens of volunteer authors who put in so much time and love into their posts and articles, and thanks to the commenters and trolls who almost feel like part of our dysfunctional family. 
"Almost" is a funny word, isn't it? 
We will keep every single post up here for all of eternity, and someday, WFMU may resume online publishing. First we need to find an admin though, something we haven't had here for many years, which is part of the reason that we are shutting it down. 
Thanks everybody!
Posted by Station Manager Ken on July 30, 2015 at 09:06 PM | Permalink

Welcome to Beware of the Blog - Enjoy Our Bountiful Feast of Goodies!

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I wish the dude who knows the Pennock family would contact me some day on a comment on my blogs because if me' ol' COOLEY HALL pal Bruce is still alive and kicking in 2020, I'd weelwee luv to make contact with him. The last time I was over at his house, his brother Brian and his parents were alive, and it was the year of 1978. I was renting a home in Blackwood, NJ-USA, and Bruce still lived where he did in school days, at 2 Beaver Drive, Barrington, NJ. GOOOOLLEEEEY Station Manager Ken, Bruce lived on Beaver Drive in the early nineteen-seventies and the late ones too I guess, when I last visited him there in Barrington, New Jersey, and I lived on PYLE AVENUE, in the nearby town of Westmont, up through the beginning of the August month in the year of 1969!!! So gee willagars, for crying out loudspeakers-LOUD everybody!!!!!!!!!!





































Speaking of high temperatures, my personal body temperature fluctuates a whole lot more than a normal person's does. I know that the average daily temperature does vary from somewhere between a half degree to three quarters of a degree. However my temperature folks varies daily at a minimum of three and a half degrees, and many times it isn't that unusual for me to have a full 5 DEGREE RANGE DAILY, from 95 in the beginning of me' days to 100 at the ending of them. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Well, nobody knows, but it all began in middle 1983 when I was suddenly STRUCK WITH A TOTALLY UNDIAGNOSABLE MEDICAL CONDITION while residing at the rental home of 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Then late in 1989, I began to also get a persistent dry cough that was far worse during times of MAJOR JET VAPOR TRAILS IN THE SURROUNDING SKIES WHERE I LIVED AND OR WORKED AROUND. Now tonight on the news and later on the great CNN, I am hearing the newest findings from the medical experts concerning this global pandemic, and it seems that many vaccines take up to a full decade to be long term effective, and five years to even get a short term vaccine for public usage. They are hoping that their expeditious fury due to these horrendous circumstances, will accelerate the progress that is now HOPED FOR happening between 8 and 18 months, and also, the new way we all have to live and operate is going to persist in order to keep us all safer from this Corona-Virus monster; is not going to expire until somewhere between late 2021 and early to middle 2022 on the outside projection. With all of the multiple problems I have with the MILITUFORCE, this is going to make my life beyond total hell, and maybe I won't be able to leave this country on my 66th birthday come the 4th day of this December, as once planned. In fact, I doubt that I will be able to. So my mood right now is about as low as it gets. Soon, I will need to switch over to being a MORNING PERSON when my temperature is on the lower side of my sliding-scale, in case my temperature is taken every time I try to buy groceries at the Publix, or get my needed medications at the Walgreen's. WHAT A MOTHER EFFEN NIGHTMARE this is gonna' be, as I HATE BEING UP IN THE MORNINGS, and have ever since my last year in darn high school. To this day, I remember coming into school to Misses Young's class in 1972, and hearing her say to me in front of the class, that famous old saying that goes, “A diller a dollar, the ten o'clock scholar, now he comes in at noon”, or something along those lines. I believe the first part has more to it, but that was the gist of what she would say when I'd come in around somewhere past eleven on my bicycle, and when I did it more than four or five times, I got into real trouble with the principle, Mister Ciancio. Oh MISTER REDFIELD SIR, OH OH NON-DONNA CIFALOGLIO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't get me really started with even a tenth of all of this because I'd be emmereffing typing all golly gash darn night long, yo BRR!









Nobody is going to believe that there is nothing wrong with me, and I could end up getting forcibly quarantined if I go two or three times with a near 100 temperature. I am never sick unless I reach about 102 or 103, and even at that range, I barely feel anything. I can live for two weeks or more at 105, and have done so a long time ago. But no one wants to hear about my whacky medical problems that have absolutely no physical world explanation whatsoever. With a swinging metabolic rate like mine, no disease or germ has much of a chance to live or thrive. Still, on days where I need to pick up food or medications, I will most likely be sure for the next two years give or take, to go IN THE MORNINGS. Maybe the days of hot pavement illusions are over, for both me and my daughter now; at least for the darn time being. Between this problem and being stuck with this HORRIBLE ROTTEN NEXT DOOR NABE FROM DOGTOWN; my life, bad as it was before this.bootloader and before THIS me folksingers and me' FOLKS, and you TOOthpaste TOO MISTER MICROSOFT; it's only gonna' be a WHOLE LOT WORSE STILL, FOR THE FORSEEABLE GASH DERN ROTTEN BUTT WIPE PHOTON-PROJECTION (FUTURE)! Yes during bad CHEMTRAIL-DAYS where I cough a lot and have done so since the end of the nineteen-eighties and haven't expired yet; I won't even be able to go anywhere. The one consolation in all of this putrid nightmare from BRIGGBASE-DOGTOWN; is that I never really go anywhere anyway, other than to buy groceries, pick up meds, pay rent, check bank balances, go to doctors, and maybe the very occasional trip to a laundry matt@plexusfilms.com.au or a LAUNDRY MAT. WOW, this.bootloader THIS MIKE SOFT SYSTEM IS REALLY AS WILD AS WHEN MY KID TOOK OVER ME' OLD COMPUTER FROM NEW JERSEY, AFTER I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO LOAD IN HER PROGRAM FROM MY AUNT GERALDINE SNOW MASON'S MOMMY, IF WE CAN ALL SHARE A QUICK CHUCKLE OR THREE HUNDRED, YO. I don't want any more nightmares from crazy western New York ski lodges, nor any wild interactions at the Narberth, Pennsylvania house at 1208 Greentree Lane. The recent ones in Pennsylvania are more than darn enough is enough and enough; lovely 1980 Barbara Streisand and Latengrate Miss Donna Adrian Gaines Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir Chester ShouldCoalesceModuleRequestsMadeInSameTick Shoeknockeroutter Frank, and Mister Microsoft Corporation from BEYOND WILD AND CRAZY, HUH GRANNY-MIMI???????? Yes the great separater of the realms of LIFE AND DEATH, the speed of light squared. So what lovely Merry hasn't learned from my Morianity, I guess lovely Mommy-Patty has told her, but in any event; Sir Dennis Snyder could always end up chiming in right about here with his great globally known phrase!!!









I have been getting a powerhouse amount of DEATH ANGEL PASSERBY'S lately, as all of you know. Gee willagars Misses Tropicana 1984, “This is annoying”, or if her son was Arthur Crane, I could plug in this tiny whittle extra item and say, “This is SOOOOOOOOO annoying”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









That great episode on “The Twilight Zone” was on the TV on the 'ME' Channel at 12:30 this morning, titled, “A World of Difference”. This is about a phase four character who doesn't need a tape recorder or a weird nut job like Mountainpen; to bring to life a character who tried to get born in an unusual way and was prevented from doing so by the 7th dimension, or the LAWTRON, as Morianity refers to it as. The main character named Arthur Curtis, goes from being an actor in a Hollywood movie, to suddenly becoming the actual person of the part that he is playing. The great Mister Rod Serling who writes these fantastic TZ shows, really seemed to be onto the operation of the PHASE-4, as discussed in these blogs. Trump who is really Mister MacInvondi the Controller of the Briggbase of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane of existence; needed to break the LAWTRONICS in the methodology that he used, which was me and my wild machines. He literally got me to CREATE his personality, NOT THE CLAY, his parents did that in bed, but the actual ability for him to pull off a similar to Arthur Curtis deal on 'THE TWILIGHT ZONE' TV-SHOW. And Trump, like Mister Curtis, managed to get here and remain heredahelda and HERE. Don't ever doubt the power of the teachings of Morianity, as no other thing has yet come close to explaining how all of this can be happening right here in this world, with Trump, and with all the rest of this mind boggling incredible and unfathomable crap! As stated in my previous blog post, why did I never dream about Patty, except for that one recent timesliceBufferSize TIME in Atlantic City-NJ, and yet had so many dreams about MERRY for the past 23 years now since good old 1997? Funny 2 how they began at the same time of that wild song, and don't tell me you don't know what's being said here, because you do, or else I don't even know why you'd waste your time following these blogs. This is not a MERRY-BLOG, or a happy one either, 'TEE HEE HEE HEE', LILLY MUNSTER; but it is a blog that endlessly freaking searches after THE TRUTH, whatever the truth REALLY AND TRULY AND VERILY IS, OH GREAT LORD AND MASTER JESUS THE MESSIAH (CHRIST)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















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A moronic child with thistles growing out of its earthquakes and its EARS SIR MIKE SOFT, can see plainer than day, that my blogs tell a wild story in so many different ways, and YET, we all can see the incredible and beyond darn inconceivable connections into even the most seemingly non-connectable items throughout its entirety. Do any of you really know the full truth behind why many folks thought that Jesus's physical appearance after the resurrection, was considerably different from what they remembered from before his crucifixion on the cross? The human brain really does do some fascinating stuff to us, folksingers and FOLKS, just as Mike Soft does this endlessly annoying deal with words. If something seems to be totally impossible by any reasoning, and from a human logical rational standpoint; it is simply rejected, but this is done in subtle ways, such as forcing our 'connected to our brain's' sensory systems, to literally make necessary adjustments so that the otherwise impossible then becomes placed within a tolerated and human set of slightly altered parameters. People who don't believe in anything supernatural, including God, aliens, magic forces interacting with homosapien populations, and or any of this stuff, will always literally be able to reset and readjust anything that comes into their proximity so that they can go to their graves holding totally steadfast to their absolute staunch atheistic belief systems. But this doesn't limit this point to things like some wild aliens landing in some wild UFO-CRAFT from outer darn space one day in your back yards, people. This also chimes in when I try and show that my true story is real and use things that couldn't happen unless it was true, BIG BUTT-but unfortunately, the doubters will say, “Oh sure, we can now place the Pope with the Commissioner of New York City, and Britney Speers, and we are just about at the high-tech point of true danger, where even the greatest laboratories in law enforcement such as the FBI's Quanico Labs, cannot tell for sure what is FAKE and what is 'NAUT' FAKE, oh lovely Miss Blake!!!!!!!!! And I don't need to be some jailed hockey dad, to know exactly what, as well as who, is behind all of this; and I will gladly reveal it right now. It is the BRIGGBASE or the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder would perfectly say it right now, should he be in here with me, so why waste the time or the type??????????????









Which of these things are the most totally unbelievable items you will ever hear?

My ICPE-APE problem is real and happening.

My 14 year blogging project tells its own story even before I knew it myself, just like the great HOLY WORDS of Christianity.

All of our dreams are every bit as real as anything happening while we are awake.

The prophecy of Cooley Hall regarding 1802 Robin Hill came true in perfect fullness nearly a solid decade after I proclaimed it.

Hey, you all know this could go on all night!










Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis (Lightning goddess of the Earth-Planet) came over to visit with me at just past eight of the clock last evening, making beautiful scrumptious colors and fractal patterns all over this part of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. How can I ever thank you enough you lovely girl?????????









Their DJIA stock market flew up five and a half hundred points yesterday (Tuesday), as most of you know I'm sure, and I think that most of you know exactly WHY IT DID, 2!!!!! The MILITUFORCE assaulted the hell out of me starting on middle MONDAY AFTERNOON beginning with that COMCAST CABLE COMPANY FREEZE-UP-HACK, and then the computer hacking, and then the major NOISE ASSAULT from Mister dirtbag Mexico-605!!!!!!!!!!!! Examine the flying stock market for two weeks now folks and folksingers 2 yo. The analysts are calling it A HISTORIC BOOMING RALLY, and just what is this based on in their WALL STREET HUMAN LOGICAL REASONING, may I so inquire? Well, maybe it is the huge amounts of CORONAVIRUS DEATHS IN THIS NATION, the shut down economy, the hugest national disaster in a century, the unfathomable amount of unemployment, the entire lock down of us all with a completely altered NEW NORMAL REALITY, and yes; do you really want me to go on? Yessir, you just tell me how hugely WRONG MOUNTAINPEN AND MORIANITY IS NOW, me' GREAT FOLKS AND FOLKSINGERS TOOthpaste TOO, when I dare to claim that I am behind everything, and that parallel event is a real true thing that is happening around me and has been since middle 1986. Yessir everyone, U just keep showing me how wrong I am now, yo!!!!!!!! But let us move on now to PATTY AND MERRY for crying out FONTANA LOUDspeakers AND LOUD, Sir Microsoft Corporation, and New Age Author-Father, Sir James Redfield (JRSS)!!!!!!!!!!!









When we think while we're 'awake', we can indeed do some heavy daydreaming similar to my grandmother back in school as the story was imparted to me via my mom as of course she was her mom. Suddenly my grandmother, Mizz Grace Isabel Huntington, would find herself being rudely interrupted from her deep thoughts to her teacher saying to her, “Grace Isabel Hunt-ting-ton, are you paying attention in this class”? I heard that story from me' mom at least five hundred times while growing up. I blogged it a lot also during my first couple of years blogging the BOM. Yes, we all daydream, but we think and when we think, being trapped in a material body that interacts to quote lovely Amy from Cooley Hall, “IN A MATERIAL WORLD”, we don't physically move into the thought-realm that we create because our body and 'our self' has mass or WEIGHT. Gravitation prevents this from occurring. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and yessir, a big ass BUTT and but; when our subconscious mind is thinking (dreaming), it is not connected to our bodies as you all know. Our bodies are left in our beds while these thoughts literally propel us out and into the realms of hyperspace and its countless and virtually limitless parallel alternate realms, the (dream-worlds) as many mystics and psychics refer to them as. I need to build up this little foundation before getting into my discourse today regarding the great and illustrious Patricia H. Hollister H. and lovely Merry!!! Remember people, I only knew Patty all throughout those days of the 'seventies', and I DID NAUT KNOW 'LITTLE MERRY'. So then, speaking of the same kind of logic that just doesn't stack up to true facts like that DOW JONES and its recent APRIL trading, WHY was I having ALL OF THOSE MANY MANY MANY MANY 'DREAMS' of Merry, and never of Patty?????????? you can't tell me that you never wondered at all about this. I never thought of her back in the nineties when this was all getting this huge foothold in my life, and I wasn't ever a music fan of anyone, not like most other people who go to lots of concerts, and spend big bucks on many records, tapes, CD's, and-or “WHATEVER”, Congressman-1975 RA-B4U were 1!!!!!!!!!!! I BELIEVE MIKE MCNULTY WOULD SAY RIGHT NOW, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, would he naut, Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE??????????











No people, I never went around thinking of Merry back in those times, and when these blogs all began, and it is all right here as proof to back up me' words right now; all I was talking about were the GODS, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, LASER TRACE DISTANCE DELAY TECK, WORLD LABORATORIES OF THE LATE 22 HUNDREDS, COOLEY HALL, HADDONWOOD HEALTH CLUB, ATLANTIC CITY, AND SARAH KRASSLE, AND THE STOLEN CHAIN-DREAM! Outside of that circle may have had a few other subsets of items but never was anything about Patricia Hollister or MC for crying out loud, and we all can go back to the beginning of MORIANITY and verify that powerhouse truth any darn time. The closest connection ever right through the entire first two years of these blogs, was at the HADDONWOOD CLUB of Deptford, New Jersey-USA, when Merry's step dad that the world thinks of as her real dad, came there for about two or three months and wanted to engage me to do some wild tricks and stunts in the Haddonwood pool. All these things are in there, but only this and maybe a reference or two about the 1996-1997-1968 weird beyond words TIME TRIP OF SHOEBOX-TABLETS, were glossed over, and that was it! So again I ask anyone out here, so why THE MANY MANY MANY MANY DREAMS OF MC? Do any of you have a lot of dreams about someone who you never are thinking about in any way? If so, I would be more than interested to read a shared comment, because it, as the DJIA APRIL 2020 TRADING BEHAVIOR, makes absolutely NO SENSE whatsoever, and you all know it toothpaste 222222222222222222!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, JANE STENCHARLET WITCHBITCH SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE just got me AGAIN, with her rotten mother loving ONES-GROUPATION ASSAULT, so grant me pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze the permission to do my compensation for that, yo yo yo yo yo!!!



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