6:57
PM, MONDAY, 25 MAY. 2020
SUPER
BOTBAR HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY
CONTINUING
PATTERN NOW OF 34+ YEARS
THIS
IS MEMORIAL DAY OF 2020-HELL
JEWELLY
WHITE AND HER FOUR POSSESSED EARTHLY PERSONAS
CHAPTER
1
I
FELL UNDER ANOTHER HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT
AND MAJOR ELDER ABUSE, AT APPROXIMATELY A QUARTER PAST FOUR,
ON THIS TOTAL
GODDAMN-ASS
DISAFSTERNOON, ME' GREAT AND AWESOME FOLLOWERS AND
PEEPS! Well, really, there is one follower, and the rest of the
pageviews come from 'ONLY THE LORDESS
KNOWS'; LOVELY LIEUTENAT VAN
BUREN, OF 'L&O'. I will be numbering and timing for
the record, the DEATH ANGEL attacks on
this blog. This is DEATH ANGEL ATTACK or DAA-1, RS (RIGHT SIDE OF
ME). So I'll record it for quicker action here, DAA-1-RS-7:08
PM. The next one that I get during the typing of this blog,
will be 2, and then the time will be
listed along with either LS or RS,
for left or right side, that this annoying prick ass shit-head passes
me by on, yo! No world, it aint' mother fucking EASTER PASSBY (OVER)
but it is goddamn Memorial Day! In any event, none of my friends are
in any shops anywhere, here, or in Atlantic City's great north
central area of Tennessee Avenue. Doors are annoying me since I
started this blog, but that wasn't the major persecution and
harassment on me today. That of course as always is reserved for the
illustrious Mister Mexico in Unit #605, but for all I know, IT IS HIM
WITH THIS DAMN CONSTANT SLAMMING DOOR OUT THERE AS WELL. More times
than not, when a particular person is harassing me, it goes on, in
one form or way, or another one, ALL GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING DAY LONG
AND WELL INTO THE NIGHT TIME AS WELL!!!!!! Yessir world,that dirt bag
blasted me out of my apartment at about a quarter past four this
afternoon, an hour later than when he has been following his recent
pattern for several weeks now, and when I got home at a few minutes
after six, it had gone off! Still, he totally sent my mother fuckign
otherwise peaceful day into a MAJOR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR (Bottom Of
The Barrel Already Rated).
CNN
reports that there are just under eight
million Donald Trump Twitter-Followers. Before anyone ever
wonders why, especially when we all know without a doubt, that his
breath to lie ratio
is almost one for one,
despite Sir Know-It-All Mister Elm, New
Jersey Snyder, telling me in 2007; that he is honest and tells
only the truth. Now there really is no great shock value to this
number here. We all know that the new culture that began shortly
after the invention of television, and other asinine absurdities
pertaining to both it and the celebrities that for the most part it
created; brought into being the magical CELEBRITY
FACTOR, and before going on here, we
have, or I do anyway, DAA-2-RS-7:30 PM.
So along with that (CF) situation that
mostly was a co-ingredient of television, are the three basic parts
to a pie that yells out as a brand new age reality, that if someone
is either super wealthy, a big celebrity, or a top political entity
that normally was reserved only for a President, but any of these
three items would bring someone not just fame in the old way that
many of us remember the word to truly depict, but the weird new shit
as well, where people will read anything they say and many times
believe it as true, simply because it was spoken by a person who is
super wealthy, or a top dog in the entertainment world, which in the
past four decades or close to it, has come to include sports
characters as well as political figures. Trump is of course, a huge
three for three in this power house structure of so-called greatness.
He can lie every other word, and insult all of us continually, and be
the biggest criminal of all, surpassing Nixon's Watergate shit
literally by a ten to one ratio or more, and yet, pow, the magical
POST-TV new age shit kicks in. Me on the other hand who is telling a
true story of a suffering person at the hands of great powerful peeps
such as Trump and many other high profile scum bags; gets totally and
completely ignored. I have one follower. The one on the bio-page is
just me. I was trying to do something back a decade or so ago and it
came out as my own follower. The other one is a legitimate follower.
But one? After telling a story such as mine, and I have one follower?
Now that is beyond unbelievable, but not beyond the basic reasoning
structure of this new age and its new ways in which peeps like me get
closed down, shut up, and covered up, forgotten, severely injured and
wiped out, and totally murdered by sub-scum peeps who are lower than
any whale shit in the recorded history of humankind. I
have one follower, and Trump has nearly 80,000,000, and that tells me
another thing. There is an ancient and very wise
fuckign philosophy that details without any room for speculative
doubt as to what it is talking about and making reference to. Jesus
our great lord and Master said it as well. If we are liked and
accepted here by sinful residents of this world, then we must be
doing something wrong as would be measured in the realm of truth and
spirit. I suppose our great disco queen giant, lovely Donna
Gaines
Summer took that more into
a modern way of saying it when she would say that, “If
you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something
wrong with you somewhere”. Not only was she correct, but she
was echoing the deeper truths, that we can indeed judge our true
inner heart or deeper soul, or whatever any of you would wish to
describe this as; by certain things such as major acceptance by other
sinners, verses being scoffed at by them, and which really and truly
is better in the very long running play truths of infinity! Yes the
great self-declared Almighty Donald John Trump is a multibillionaire,
he is also world famous and was before he even ran for the office of
President, and now on top of all of that, he is as anyone who's
graduated from grammar school knows as true, the most powerful person
on the Planet-Earth because he is the President of the United States
of America. So we have all three slices of the pie, wealthy,
celebrated personality, and now the 45th President as
well. So how can he lose? Go ahead, you tell me, anyone out there?
On
the total concentric and opposite side of Mister
Trump, is poor little innocent Mister
Mountainpen, who is under the most powerful nightmare family
curse in the creation of this universe and beyond; the great ugly
mother fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE for
crying out louder than shit on a hot roof shingle! A couple days ago
give or take, on the cable-TV, one of the channels was playing the
'L&O-SVU' reruns, I think it was
Saturday afternoon, on the great 'ION
NETWORK' that is shown here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA,
on Comcast
Channel
#7. The lovely Annie Potts was in it who played a reporter in
an old eighties great Christmas movie, and the title of the episode
is called, “Rockabye”. The
cable-info showed the date to be 11-22-2005. This show is a super
mother fucking perfect example of the totally concentric opposite
Mountainpen, from the mighty DJT, depicting how throughnot only no
fault of my own, but that hard as I try endlessly,I am being thwarted
and stopped at every single fucking turn from absolutely every single
thing that I ever have tried to do in this life, and then on top of
that, after all of ebverything goes to total mother fucking hell, I
THEN GET BLAMED FOR IT ALL, AND I AM ENDLESSLY PROCLAIMED AS THE
CRIMINAL, THE BAD GUY, THEDIRT BAG, and on and on! In this episode on
the L&O-SVU show, the part of me is played by the pretty actress
by the name of Lauren Westley. Also in
this story, her guy in the show has the exact same name as my father,
Wayne Martin. Imagine that one, James
Greatdude Redfield, sir! The great Latengrate Senator Fred Thompson
guest stars in it as he does on quite a few of the L&O-SVU shows,
playing the Manhattan DA (District Attorney). The plot is too lengthy
for me to want to type it all out here, and I don't have the needed
permission from the great Sir Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOLF to do it either, so
let me keep things all abridged and compressed and then simply tie in
my point here; folks and fucking folksingers! Lauren Westley was
trying in every way that she could to get an abortion. Since this is
a hot button topic, I am not harping on the moral or religious issues
of abortions here, but I am saying that she was screwed with in every
way possible, and she had every legal right at first, before the
deadline where an abortion cannot be legally performed had gone by.
She was intentionally thwarted over and over, when she desperately
needed to do it, so if you have a problem with the plot in the show
on that matter, then simply change it to some other thing in your
mind so that I can now make my point here on this fucking blog! No
matter what she did, she was STOPPED, and then SHE WAS BLAMED when it
was not one bit her fault. If anyone gets a copy of this show and
watches it, I want you to know do one simple thing. I want you to
take this ONE THING, and then imagine an entire lifetime of endless
things that are way beyond the ability to accurately count or
remember them all, all happening TO ANY OF YOU. Then tell me how much
you would enjoy being me!
I
knew that my period of quiet would soon end after major nocturnal
interactions occurred with me recently. I have had unfathomable
nightmares with being back at Jenny Plageman's Hell-Trailer in
Berryville-Hammonton, 1802 Robin Hill, Oaklyn at Dellway Arms, and
Haddon Hills of Donna Gaines and Marilyn
Hyperspace Macoo, AKA the 5th
Dimensions! I have recently learned that the Gaines family
INDEED has blood relations with the McCoo 'darker branches' as they
have lighter branches as well, and this is most likely somehow the
mysterious connections to why lovely Disco Donna went over to Munich
Germany to do that 'HAIR ALBUM' that I was given a copy of while
employed at the RPL Sound Recording Studio of Camden, NJUSAESMWG back
in the early autumn time on the year of 1980. But back to my recent
weekend major NIGHTMARES, STRIGHT OUT OF THE GATES OF DOGTOWN, AT
THE DOGTOWN STENCH-BRIDGE of the inconceivably odoriferous! The rumor
going around about the “afterlife being a place of bad smells” is
of course not true, if I can quickly add in a footnote here. If
someone does have Astral memories of horrible smells, it is because
your spirit
is signaling your consciousness to remember areas in the Olympian
Province, in or close to HELL, or DOGTOWN. This of
course is why Dogtownites are given those huge super sensitive noses,
so they can even greater suffer with those surreal stinks of
indescribable hellishness!!!!!! But back now to the nightmares. It
has gone in a serial way for about four times now, very much like my
experience while living at the CHILD MOLESTER'S home on Cornwall
Avenue, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1970.
In these nightmares, Ron Wirtz Se4nior, ADA of the Camden County
Prosecutor's Office in New Jersey who was helping me with my
nightmare hellish shituations from the end of 1989 until the middle
nine-teen-nineties, and then Sheriff Ken J. Mascara of Saint Lucie
County in Florida, he too is in this nightmare with Sir Ron Wirtz,
and then there also was the one and only lovely Ann King as well!!!!!
Last night was beyond horrible. The three of them were sitting at
some table in a parallel world where no Corona Virus was plaguing the
planet in 2020, and suddenly the lights went out and came back on in
about three seconds. When they came back on however, they had turned
into huge gnats. They began to fly around my face and began shouting
at me that my blogs were doomed to fail and that I was a dead man.
When I came out of this putrid mother fucking monster nightmare at
approximately four minutes past eleven of the clock this
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, three huge flying gnats were in my
face, just LIKE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING NIGHTMARE. The
trash chutes are busted for the fourth time in my PH-BUILDING, and
the trash outside in the dumpster is always piled up high with lots
of hungry rats all overfeeding on it. Nobody cares
about the poverty stricken downtrodden oppressed peeps of America.
Not a single mother fucking cunt eating solitary rotten asshole soul,
yo yo yo! For the past several days I have been too lazy to take out
me' daily trash, so that has attracted some flies and gnats. America
totally fucking cunt SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Around
just past three on Friday afternoon, I was given a nasty ass mother
fucking dick throbbing major DIAREAH ATTACK, and barely made it into
me' toilet with needing to do an after-party-clean up job!!!!!!!!!!!!
Other than for this, things were passable, but the nightmares are
always a great fuckign cunt poker-tell, and IPYT folksingers and
fucking cunt Microsucks FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAA-3-RS-8:40
PM. All three now on me' fucking cunt right side, yo
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW-THAT, lovely BIG-O!
Me' mom worked too late to get home to watch the show, but thanks for
the post card, lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish, Microsucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, a big ass WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, huh
Arthur Crane and Chester-Frank Shoeknockeroutter
SIRS???????????????????????? DAA-4-RS-8:43 PM.
Four now and all on the right side. WOW THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,
lovely Erica snakes Cane of 1983. Hey, I
learned a few things from good old weetahd
Wendy, from Cooley Hall,
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I didn't need any of
me' groupation of Wendy girl's to tell me how the first three years
of the 'BOM-BLOGS' must have made
some weelwee damn big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
impressions on me' lovely talented daughter!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
Sir Mike McNulty.
I
only wish that Sir James Tiberius Burr
were here, and helping me to gain some large amounts of needed
credibility so that me' words may go a wee bit further in making me'
many fucking necessary points to the Earth-Planet's wildly
dumbed-down populations. He would tell you all some shit so huge and
incredible about me, and shit that he witnessed and was a part of;
even though he may not like to do it or to admit to any of it. He,
unlike Donnie
boy #45 Trump who's indeed trumped us all, and just as
I predicted he would do all throughout this MORIANITY BLOGGING
PROJECT FROM THE SWING FUCKING BAT; WOULD NAUT LIE ABOUT ANY OF IT,
MIZZ LOVELY 1983 AT&T BLAKE,
MAH'M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT, yo! He knows about my family,
and he seemed to know some wild and intimate details about the family
curse, perhaps even on BOTH SIDES OF THIS HUNTINGTON/MOHR NIGHTMARE
HORROR HOUSE OF HELL!!!!!! He would proclaim if here, that times have
altered in ways that I
TOLD HIM THEY WOULD, and all the shit around us all
right now, I told him would all most likely happen, and he just sat
there laughing quite raucously at me, as he had a real honest Dark
Shadows-Count Andreas Petofi LAUGH, let me tell you all right now, yo
bro!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir world; Jim Burr knows some really true
powerful shit, and naut just about me, or even me' goddamn wild
family and the interconnections to the mighty and ever illustrious
WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF ASTRAL MAFIAS EVERYWHERE, but he also knows some
mind bending Marcucci other truths pertaining to the entire globe and
all the shit going down right this fucking cunt little minute all
around us all!!!!!! That is of course people, if
Jim Burr is still amongst us here, on this PHYSICAL PLANE OF HUMAN
LIFE! Who can ever know such things unless they are
part of the CRYSTAL-GODS who have silently taken over our planet,
making sure that we went from the middle eighteen hundred's
telegraph, to the telephone, to the radio, to the television, to the
computer, to the internet, to the social media, to the cloud, the
merging cyborg reality of the 22nd
century, soon to come, huh lovely
Mizz 1994 National Park Redbank, NJUSAESMWG, Mizz Rosalie at the
park, and not PARKS; but still, that endless
fucking JRSS
never ever DIES!!! That is better than the phoney
hoaxes of present day region and GOD, who is of course, quite dead,
the way that people think of it anyway, you know, bearded white
haired grand pappy with loving hands and powerful stone imaged waving
control over the elements. Wanna'; cut me a mother fuckign big ass
break here, lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo girlfriend, and also Sir Mike
Sucks GIRL????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes; with or without names of my father, being set up to fail, Cooley
Hall Dave Smith's great mathematical blackboards, and any other phase
four math teachers and blackboards; this is not just accomplsihed
with the realms of electronic wizardry as told by both myself and my
daughter who of course doesn't recognize herself as such; but yes,
that is indeed a powerful way for powerful fuckign rotten enemies to
accomplish their power-monger greedy sick goals in their human lives.
Jim Burr knows how all these things are done, or to quote him in all
of this from long ago; “Mark, we can talk about it any way you want
to, but truth is always going to be truth, and you can say to me that
you're an elephant but it won't make you an elephant”. He was
correct. Still, there is a lot more to this topic than just saying
and speaking lots of untruths. Trump understands the mechanics to
this powerful art form, and so do I, and I wanted one dark night to
explain this very same art form to me' pal Sir David Roth over at the
Highpoint Military-Ops-Games field that Dave named 'Highpoint' in or
right near Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG. This is the old stomping ground
of the now also Latengrate Sir Kenny Countrymusicman
Rogers!!!!!!!!!!!
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Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said
in 1973, to
tie a yellow
ribbon
around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming
home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one
centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE
CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home;
Misses Marola,
and Misses
Marcucci????????????????????????
YEGADS;
IT'S YANCY, RICKY, AND MERRY!!!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
'YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.
SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
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SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, “use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system” that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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I
have desperately attempted since 1988, to know just who or what is
indeed, humanly speaking, the physical material equivalent to the
ASTRAL
FAWCES OF PURE ENERGETIC REALITY, OR 'SPIRIT'
as the 'CH-UR-CH'
would call this; and no matter how hard that I try, or what I do, it
seems to be a humanly impossible feat to mother fucking cunt lapping
accomplish, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And quoting Sir Elm, NJUSAESMWG
resident, Mister Dennis Snyder, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And yes folks, I also experienced right after posting up CHAPTER
#101, another COMCAST SERVICE ASSAULT with a major hit on my
TV-SYSTEM AUDIO again, lasting about ten minutes. If this does not
stop, I will take the entire system apart, discontinue my COMCAST
SERVICE, pack the fucking place up with some necessary shit, and RUN
FAR FUCKING AWAY FROM THIS NIGHTMARE PLACE,
JUST AS I DID BEFORE, BACK IN EARLY-MIDDLE DECEMBER OF THE YEAR 2009;
TO ESCAPE MY HORRIBLE DAUGHTER, AND HER ROTTEN FAMILY FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!! As stated, I have no way of knowing if the
HOLLISTER/KING
clan
are the main key players in my hellish nightmare shituation here, or
if it is the government and its real and true bosses, the WALL
STREET AND BILLY CLUB PEEPS,
and or whoever else this shit may all be coming the goddamn fucking
Christ from, yo! All I can do is run my tests, such as the one just
hours ago; and it seems my daughter and her peeps, SIR
THAXTON,
did indeed WASTE
NO TIME AT ALL COUNTERSTRIKING ME,
YO YO YO YO YO ME' FUCKING BRAHHHHHH!!!!!
Mizz
Sleazeweedsdisease Crapinherpants Notfondauonebit Jane
just came a razor edge away from mother fucking nabbing me on page
one hundred eleven of one hundred eleven. What a mother fucking total
scum bag trash ass I am dealing with here, but of course, it is no
more her than Jewelly White's possessed dream-controlled victims,
mizz Hollister, Mizz King, and Mizz Safka. I am starting to think it
is a very great chance that the mighty Astral Jewelly White may even
be controlling the wild-man himself, Donald Trump, and hence, the
reason for beginning a new book, and also the reason behind the title
of it. I will be further exploring all of this as we proceed mother
fucking along,great folks and folksingers too, Mister Annoying Mike
Sucks Corp! I am still going to mother fucking cunt phlegm rape or
(compensate), for Jane Slut's near miss, as it was razor thin close,
and I don't mother fucking like that at all, yo BRAH!!!!
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MY BLOGS:
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
MAY 25, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 3:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Now
here is why the MILITUFORCE
fucked up the AUDIO
TO MY TV-SYSTEM
during the last attack, that is still not right; and soon, I will be
totally discontinuing me' goddamn service, and switching to
Antenna-TV,
where I cannot be so frequently, and so badly persecuted and
harassed. I always try and block out the neighbor assault by turning
up my own system, and with headphones it blocks out all except the
very super low sonics made by extremely loud sub-woofer playing from
uncouth nabes from HELL! When I went to switch the volume higher and
turn to one of the music channels, this is when the audio became
really bad. I don't mother fucking have to take this endless DEATH
SIEGE, ACLU, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, WORLD COURT AT THE
HAGUE, AND STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY SOON, I
WILL BE LEAVING AND DISAPPEARING INTO THE MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT ALONG
WITH SIR ROBBIE 1980 DUPRES', AND MAYBE EVEN LOVELY 1968 JOSETTE
DUPRES' AS WELL.
Hey
yo, you are all going to be mother fucking beyond cunt eating sorry
squared, once I escape here, and make some friends. Your time will
all come, and you can all take that as any kind of mother fucking
threat that you want to, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
I HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN TO TELL SOME REALLY WHOPPER-DOOZIE FUCKING
SECRETS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOEVER YOU ARE M2F, YOU'LL BE WEELWEE SAHWEE
FOR ALL THIS SHIT ON ME, AND IPYT!!!!!!!
'THE
END', AND STINKING TO DGTN. BDGE.!
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