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MAY 26, 2020
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, 'HTHS' SHARON PAYNE.
Does
that goddamn MOUNTAINPEN ever forget anything; great folksingers and
folks?
I
am going to go back to what I had originally planned before I ran my
experiments with my ENEMY NABE FROM DOGTOWN,
MISTER MUSIC BLARING MEXICO OF UNIT #605. I will have a blog
ALWAYS ready for post up, needing only a quick re-population data
input, in so far as time and date, and the reason for the posting;
mainly the description of the assault, and maybe if serious enough, a
Magnesonic Counterstrike as well.
This hellishness is definitely adversely effecting my health and I do
plan to sue, and represent myself as my own plaintiff, naming the
Housing Authority as a defendant, once I move out of here and into
some cheap trailer park somewhere. I may decide to just load up my
car and take off into the sunset, just as I did before more than ten
years ago to escape the mighty KING FAMILY
OF WASHCLOTHS! There is literally no mother fucking way to
make an advanced decision, not when my enemies the MILITUFORCE,
and my hellish shituation is always, and to quote Sir
David Roth the Latengrate, this goddamn “Life
threatening”! In any event, I will always have a blog ready to be
shot up on an instants notice. I feel it necessary to be able to
launch an extremely timely counterstrike as soon as this fucking dirt
bag BRIGGBASE-PAYOLA ENEMY starts
on me with his MN ASSAULTS
(Music-Noise).
HA-HA-HA-HA,
DIGITAL BITCH WITCH JANE Crapinherpants
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit; ya' missed me
girl! Yessir world, when I went out to escape the music blast that
came on me out of an otherwise very peaceful Helliday-afternoon back
yesterday, Monday, Memorial Day; I drove over to the Indian River,
six blocks east of me' NON Patty Hollister
Building that is also known as AKA the Park
Terrace Building, and parked and sat in the pouring rain,
looking out into the water. I wrote down some spurious license
plates, and one of them was on a red truck that was acting very
spurious with me, and then just as it was right parallel to me, it
sped off burning rubber, but I had already got the plate, and yes, I
carry with me a small set of cheap binoculars that I bought at the
Good Will Store about eight years ago, for just this purpose. Most of
the plates I ever get belong to the Blackfile Agencies, you know,
CIA, NSA, or some other MAJ-12 or whatever system of Shadow Shit
Government that these secret fucking agents are hired from to
persecute and endlessly harass me, year in and year out without
fucking cunt ceasing! I know this well and remember well, as I
reported about two dozen or so spuriously behaving vehicles that were
harassing me back in New Jersey over the years of 1990 through about
1994, to the ADA of the CCPO, in NJUSAESMWG. I
NEVER FORGET ANYTHING, AND MY TRUE MIDDLE NAME IS OR AT LEAST SHOULD
BE, “ELEPHANT”,
despite my losing close to a hundred pounds over the past decade here
in Florida.
This
blog-book is going to seriously begin delving into the wild
PHASE-4 entity that me' 1994 so-called fictional book
called, “The Permission Barrier”
had as the character that sort of twin-paralleled the main character
from the Space Colony #256, or SC-256,
and before I had ever heard the name of CALLIO,
or the girl in that family along with her weird shop-running
grandmother and other original SARAH, making up
the initials of 'S' and 'C'. So again with that never ending
James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS), huh peeps? Of course
one of Sarah Callio is way more than enough, so they can all just
keep the other 255 of them, Mister Alex
dirthole Trupuke-beck, along with that MAJOR
FUCKING INSULTING DEATH BENEFIT OF THE SOCIAL SECURITY
ADMINISTRATION. Wanna' give me a mother fucking
goddamn break here, Mizz Margie Leo
from 1985?????
Yes
I totally forgot to block me' time on me' computer screen abnd typed
right through the 2:11 AM time, and remember folksingers
and Mike Sucks Folks out heredahelda and out HERE; that some
fucked up system in me' hacked up cum puke her won't allow me to ever
change the time to DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, so during DST each fucking
year me' clock will always show up as an hour too slow on me' mother
fucking cum puke her screen-monitor! It wasn't the page digits that
were in danger of coming up as I already made lots of coloring line
blank pages that will later be highlighted and deleted once I am well
past half a dozen pages on this word document, but rather, it was the
cunt lapping time on the monitor screen, yo!
Yes
folksingers and folks, we will be getting a lot more seriously into
all the reasons and why's of junk that leads me to the incredible
conclusion that indeed, there really is a Jewelly
White, a Jim Pratt, and a PHASE
4 ENTITY REALITY, back inside of the mind bending Purgatory,
or (Astral Plane) if you will.
The foundations have more than been laid down now throughout the
nearly decade and a half long, and long
winded BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, and you don't need to
call me a WINDBAG, as I know I am a damn windbag. But if I am not
providing tons and loads of powerful shit here peeps, then just how
can I ever hope to really properly build my incredible building atop
of the Windbag foundation of Morianity for Crissake????? For shit
this ultra huge folks, you really do need to
stay with me, and be vely vely non Mister McDowell Cooley Hall
PATIENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote the
great Japanese Ambassador shortly before the United States entered
into the World War ll, right directly following the bombing of the
Pearl Harbor Naval Base in Hawaii, speaking of MEMORIAL DAY HERE; “SO
SAHWEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every mother fucking day
since I have moved into this rotten horrible cunt lapping building;
some prick across from me comes into that apartment, right at, or
right around three in the morning. Why anybody who lives in a welfare
shithole public housing project in the fuckign cunt ghetto, would be
that perfectly dependable is almost eery and scary and I know they
are enemies of the goddamn MILITUFORCE
(M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, the character that my 1994 book called
“TPB” names as Julia White,
and later on after I had joined the great Eckankar Religion, for two
years from 1996 through 1998, if memory is adequately working and
serving me which it normally does; I renamed her to Jewelly
White, since on the Astral Plane, some of her Viqueen friends told me
that she is a lot more than just the Head Viqueen, directly under the
GREAT SARAH KRASSLE HERSELF, told
me that HER actual name, unlike in my 1994 Earthly book, is spelled
just that way. Also, just as my experience in December
of 1969 where Sarah Krassle HERSELF
told me her name and then even spelled it out, SARAH
with the 'H' letter, and then also
spelled out HER Krassle name, in this
1997 experience, while living in that
house of horror home that I had just purchased on Harvard Avenue, in
Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, in late August of 1996; the name of Jewelly
White was spelled out to me by another Viqueen, who has
nineteen names, and her third one which in the CAPITOL
CITY of Sahasra Dal Kanwal or City
of the great Sarah Krassle, is always used as a main-name,
so in both of these powerful dreaming interactions/Astral trips, the
spellings as well as the pronunciations of these names were given to
me in a way that some HALLS FAWCE
absolutely wanted for me to have as a totally unmistakable truth! Now
it took years of doing my blogs and Morianity, for me to reach the
point where today, I have figured out as much as I have, and fully
completely realize that the Exploratronic
Supermind Society is real and so are the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
that makes it up, and also, that indeed, dreams are the spirit's way
of traveling into the 5th dimensional hyperspace. Then
putting all of the wild final parts together was merely simple
childsplay, such as the peeps in me' life, Patty Hollister, Paula
King, Melanie Safka, and Donald Trump, all fitting so damn perfectly
into this box of hellishness to the power of a thousand! There is
really no other way of explaining my entire life, if we do not use
the Morianity teachings told of now over these almost fifteen years
of blogs. Me' mother fucking SPACE-BAR-HACK
is off the wall bad, and has been for about two or three weeks now;
STATE POLICE
of Florida, FBI,
ACLU,
and any and all advocates
of the civil and constitutional
rights of totally disadvantaged
and impoverished American citizens,
such as the MOUNTAINPEN
for crying out fucking cunt loudspeaker LOUD, peeps!!!!!!!!! Jesus
Christ Almighty yo!!!!!!!!
I
not only knew when I got the fucking shit out of bed on late Monday
morning that shit would most likely get really bad later on because
of those wild GNAT-NIGHTMARES that CAME TRUE like 495-DIE and 594-EID
GAWKY THE LOTTERY CAT OF 1980, but also because me' mother fucking
right eye was blurry for no good reason. Yes I have cataracts but I
mean really fucked up. Still, after three hours or so, it totally
cleared up to my regular crappy fucked up vision, but this was not a
great indicator of a coming marvelous day, naut by any mother fucking
stretch, Miss lovely 1983 AT&T Blake!!!!!! I also did not tell
another wild part to that crazy gnat-nightmare before it ended, in
fact about somewhere in the very start of it. I have now had five
fucking DEATH ANGEL ASSAULTS,
and again, ALL five of them on my mother
fucking right side for some weird and wild reason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Notice how when I listed them on me' previous fucking cunt blog, they
lessened and nearly stopped, yo? Yeah sure, I am just imagining all
of this mother fucking crazy ass shit, aren't I yo? In this other
wild part to the fucking cunt ass nightmare, I was back, as I have
been a lot lately in 2020, at the Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG Dellway Arms
Apartments, and this was an incredible nightmare, as most of them are
when I am back there, just like that 2007
incredible experience that we ALL KNOW ONLY TOO WELL LED UP TO THAT
GREAT AND MARVELOUS TELEVISION SHOW IN EARLY-MIDDLE 2008 SOMEWHERE,
CALLED, “THE MENTALIST”, with that beyond cool dude, Sir Patrick
Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us not even try to deny reality
here, folks. We all fucking know that THIS IS NO WAY THE RAVINGS OF A
DERANGED LUNATIC CRACKPOT, WITH DELUSIONS OF FUCKING CUNT GRANDEUR.
I was in me' bedroom in the apartment there, and things happened
there that are FAR BEYOND BEING 'BLOGGABLE' as I seemingly have
coined that worded expression on Morianity!!!!!!!!!! I will say only
this much for right now. If I am pushed too far, I will prove through
unbeatable pure logic just how dreams are all in some weird type of
an order whether we come to ever see it or not, and also that the
towel seepage deal is absolutely real and true. This mother fucking
broken or HACKED fucking SPACE
BAR, is beyond pussy huffing super annoying here, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!
Years
before any one of you out here, unless I am speaking to an
NSA or CIA AGENT of course, ever heard
of FLASHMOBS OR HACKING, these things were happening to me. The
technology was there back in many of the final years of the 20th
century, only it simply was not being applied with the general
populous. I would have the fucking MILITUFORCE
do these things to me at old bank auto-teller machines, using what
then was called MACK CARDS. Dave Roth
and myself would continuously suffer through what we used to describe
to each other as MACK ATTACKS during
times of great WOMO OTTAMIC M2F DEATH SIEGE,
which was a vast majority of all of the times that we got together,
just as this same death siege today is MOST OF THE TIME. As for being
flashmob attacked by M2F enemies or agents or other paid off scum in
their secret GANG, yessir people, that happened with great frequency,
so much so that some of the times that we believed it was going down
around us while out together somewhere, it may well have been merely
coincidental weirdness. But we would go somewhere, and suddenly
out of the blue, and for absolutely no good or apparent reason; an
entire mob of peeps who were very hostile, would just suddenly be
there around us and have seemingly come literally out of nowhere just
poof, right out of nowhere. They all get a quick little
coded text message on their phones to be somewhere real quickly to go
on ops as a flashmob attack, and bang, it happened. We experienced
the MACK-ATTACKS and this FLASHMOB
assault on us literally ALL OF THE damn time, year in and year
out, and it was most definitely naut in our imaginations. Anyone can
see how life is relatively normal and then suddenly, it is absolutely
quite mother fucking totally different. You don't have to wonder
about it at all. All we wondered about was, “Are
we losing our mother fucking minds”, since this is all
happening without any doubt about it whatsoever, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
world; this blog book will get very seriously into the mighty
fictional 1994 book character of mine, Mizz
Julia (Jewelly) White and first off, David Roth and I
had a major blow out and disagreement back while I was residing at
Mizz Patty Meeker's rental
home, and before I had left there due to her selling of that
home, and then moved for my second time, into the Williamstown's
awesome and great HIGHVIEW Apartments. So shortly after moving into
my second stay at the Highview, I was out of contact with Dave and
this is a necessary item of information before I go onto tell you all
the next part to this and how it fits into the awesome character of
Mizz White as well as why sometimes she is referred to by me, this
blogger, MOUNTAINPEN; as Julia
White, while other times, as Jewelly White. During the time
that I had first made me' transition from Gibbsboro to WILL-I
AM-ST-OWN AKA Williamstown; I was living there and not in touch with
Sir David Roth until somewhere early in 1995 or maybe it was at the
end of 1994, since occasionally those type of dated memories, do
fade, and when they do, it always implies some type of major heavy
transdimensional activity ongoing around me and yes, you too only
none of you most likely believe me when I tell this to you all out
here now, yo BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! It seems, as I had later on learned
this after Sir 'DCR' and I were back in contact again, that during
that time of separation due to a serious argument back at Patty
Meeker's home before my move back into the Highview
Apartments; he had experienced an incredibly
unforgettable and extremely vivid nocturnal interaction (DREAM)
as most of you out here would of course simply choose to word it most
likely; and in this powerful 'DREAM', there was a wild female
character by the name of 'JEWELL', and all of this was happening
around the very same time circa as the security guard in Atlanta,
Georgia, also named Jewel, only a dude and not a girl; had his
trouble that made the news huge ass big time back in that era. All of
this fits together but is way to lengthy and complex to fully open up
right now on this CHAPTER #2, but we can get into the early trimmings
of the dream that Sir DCR had, and how it effects the great “TPB”
fictional book character of just months ago, written by me,
the great Astral-Entity or Phase-2 character,
at least THEN in human world time-perspective; Mizz Jewelly-Julia
WHITE. Now first off, this dream starred David Charles Roth, a large
'groupation' of house-party other characters, and Mizz
JW. It took place in a home on a courtesak if I'm spelling the
word correctly, you know, a street that dead ends into a circle with
homes all around it. The dream as he told it quite specifically and
realistically, and just as if he was describing a party that he had
just literally and very recently attended; was all contained in this
large home where a large private party was going on. DCR found
himself at first talking to a few of the other guests of the home and
then without too much elapsed time, he had opened a door and without
actually going into an adjoining room, realized that it was a
kitchen, and a few peeps were in there talking, and one of them being
lovely tall 'Jewell', his words, and naut mine, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE, mah'm. Many things were going on and he
described the conversation that continued on in his wild dream, in
that home's kitchen; with him standing silently in the doorway, and
seemingly completely unnoticed. After another short span of
dream-time, he described as many dreamers and me included also do
from time to time in our DREAMS, how we perceive as the following
waking world memory, being told or suddenly just knowing about
something in the experience. In this particular case, without anyone
actually saying it, he just knew that indeed her name was JEWEL and
that he wanted to meet her because Dave like most of us normal red
blooded healthy males of a heterosexual persuasion, loved the
gorgeous ravishing gals, and that she was, and yes, THAT SHE IS, as I
to have met her since, in DREAMS as you'd all insist on saying, and
this is the mighty Astral Viqueen who goes by
'Mini-Great Jewelly
White', with one name in-between the first and second
one shown above, and also lots of other names following both the
pre-WHITE name as well as after it, only I cannot pull up the memory
here in the waking world human life that I am now in while typing
this information out to all of you. But getting back to the sudden
knowing of her name, shortly thereafter, DCR described to me how
someone else suddenly was standing at or near this doorway into the
kitchen area of this home, and it was some dude, and he spoke aloud
saying, “And there's Jewel”! This is so important, because
several nights after Sir DCR told me about this dream that happened
shortly before I decided to brave up and give him a telephone call at
his home on Oakland Avenue in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA to see
if we could again be pals as we did share an incredible amount of
horrendous things as in the old adage of 'misery loves company', and
we also did gain a great deal of positive energy by just sitting
around complaining about how our MILITUFORCE enemies were totally
wiping out our lives, and also mapping out counter defensive
strategies for attempting to deal with their monstrous assaults and
many ugly vulgar things that they were doing to us and our totally
innocent fucking lives!!!!!! By the way, to quickly and hopefully
clear up any queries to the prefix before 'Mizz JW's' name on the
Astral Plane of existence; all of the great VIQUEENS
go by the prefix of MINI-GREAT, and
their absolute leader of course goes by THE
GREAT, and SHE of course is
Almighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE
and this is during all of the great Viqueen meetings held on Viqueens
Island at the Teck Bay Shores of the
great Capitol City of the great Capitol
Province of Olympia, in the great and inconceivable PURGATORY
or (ASTRAL-PLANE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the wild dream,
Mister David Charles Roth, our
temporary separation, and then the name of JULIA
WHITE all fitting into the entire huge mess. This as
stated a few sentences back, is going to be way too gigantic and
huge, to even start explaining; but let me just crack the surface on
this blog here today yo!!! As more and more time continued to elapse
after we had become good friends again, and then shortly after that
when he had told me a wild dreaming experience that he had had
shortly before I called him to try and regain our friendship that was
temporarily suspended after a major disagreement and he had hung up
on me at the Gibbsboro home; I too was having
my memories of SARAH
KRASSLE shortly coming
back to me, as in those times, I had recently very early in January
of 1995, gone to a hypnosis clinic in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, and to
a hypnotherapist named Doctor Mark Wolf, and his hypnosis of me began
to bring back huge memories of my boyhood days with SARAH
on Tennessee Avenue, long after I had
grown into a middle aged man, and had put those memories all behind
me. This of course was all way too preplanned from before
the foundations of this world were even laid out in Eternity
(PURGATORY)
for this to not be just exactly what it was since this was all meant
to be, just as I said in my Sarah
song lyrics, shortly thereafter, when I wrote them on 12 May of 1996,
while still living in the Highview Apartments and shortly before
leaving there that late August, to move into the House
Of Horror DEATH HOUSE (HOH), at 112
Harvard Avenue, the intersection of Yale and Harvard Avenues,
in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Something that
was said while under the hypnosis by the way folks, that was
definitely edited off of the taped copy that I had requested and was
given, was so mind bending, that Doctor Wolf's medical partner in the
practice at this main Street Moorestown clinic wanted no more to do
with me, sort of like the Pentecostal Church back in the
nineteen-seventies, since those times SO TOTALLY APPEAR TO FASCINATE
ME' AWESOME AND SUPER TALENTED DAUGHTER
SO DAMN MUCH!!!!! On the tape shortly before I said this incredible
thing, as that was all I was told; I did say another wild thing when
they tried to find out about past lives as most hypnotherapists are
also into life regression and past lives; I did say and only wish I
still had that tape today, “I was never
born”. Between that and this other thing that I said that I
have no way of knowing about other than “I
SAID IT”, and it scared these two docks out of their fucking
wits, but I came to learn that indeed, everything in my entire
nightmare life here presently as Mark Wayne Mohr, is all about none
other than the three trinidad-trinity items
of the incredible and endless MAGICAL TRI-3
REALITY: Sarah Krassle,
Tennessee Avenue, and Atlantic
City! So to quote the mighty man of so-called Elm, New
Jersey great wisdom sound-bites here, Sir Dennis Snyder, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
can all further move into the naming of JULIA-JEWELLY WHITE as we
proceed ever onward with many new blogs and books and chapters, and
writings. For right this minute here in present times, the conscious
waking world memories of all of this is in sections, as here in human
life, as you all know quite well by now hopefully, we have A TIME
DIMENSION, while in infinity or in the timeless Purgatory, there is
no TIME DIMENSION since there, spirit and not mind dictates our
awareness to the reality that surrounds us, and without MIND which
creates the SPACE-TIME fabric by literally making SEPARATION come
into being, then there can be no human dimensional system of (STM).
Even Sir Einstein only was given so much information. This is just my
own personal opinion now, but I think that if he had realized his
great equation of the speed of light squared changing material world
into spiritual world and vice versa by either multiplying or diving
on with the other, and that he needed to concentrate a lot more on
the part of this great equation's mathematical inverse than he ever
did, and thus we all never did either; then he may have well been
shown the truth of not only SPACE and TIME being truly a SPACE-TIME
fabric, but that everything in physicality is actually the reality of
SPACE-TIME-MIND. Without mind, there can be no separation in-between
times or spaces, and all would be a zero dimensional point of void,
waiting to open up into Astrality, and then 'later on' if you can
imagine half that truth alone, into the physical material cosmos that
we all live in right now. I only brought all this bullshit up because
in our TIME-DIMENSION it won't make sense to see the real truths, but
in REAL TRUTH without it, it all then comes very damn clear. First
came the early 1994 book, “TPB” written at Misses Patty Meeker's
rental home, and later copyrighted after moving into the Highview and
finishing up the final chapters in it there, and then sending it off
for ©, on 1994's great and magical HALLOWEEN DAY, none other!!!!!!!!
But when Julia White's character was being written of, the actual
dreaming experience that Sir DCR had much later on at the end of 1994
somewhere, had not of course happened to him yet, or so, to me yet
either. But in the truth of Astrality, those two separation points of
what we think humanly as time, don't matter one small tiny wee
fucking bit of an iota. Without coming to understand some of these
powerhouse things,this Morianity will always be for the most part
something between a huge gaping hole to most people, or perhaps
something between that and the endless fucking ravings of a Terry
Egg Harbor Resident of 2007 “SCATTERBRAIN”. The
only problem is that these words of MORIANITY
are indeed no such thing, and nothing of the kind, all rolled and
rapped up into one truth as well, oh folksingers, and FOLKS, and Mike
Sucks Corporation too, yo yo yo yo yo yo bro!!!!! Yes people, this is
only a more detailed opening and surface scratch to the great or at
least 'Viqueenally speaking', the MINI-GREAT JEWELLY WHITE. Then once
we open these lids up a wee tad bit more yo, I will then proceed to
discuss why I totally and absolutely believe that Patty
Hollister, Paula
King, and Melanie
Safka, have indeed been dream taken over or spiritually
term possessed, by this mind boggling and incredible entity, Mizz
Viqueen 'JW'! And yes, lately I am seriously wondering,
pondering, and cogitating on the very distinct possibility that also,
she is controlling from time to time, our great United States
President, Sir Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!
I have a whole lot of wild facts and true stories to impart to this
world, and some have been already told, but now in new light to many
things, I am sincerely hoping for many once darker things to become
more cleared up for the rest of humanity, or at least open up their
minds, or at least their potential
spiritual eyes, just enough to maybe, just
fucking maybe, entertain the remote possibility that this
Morianity could perhaps have some
very valid truths 'scattered around' inside of it, lovely
Terry 'Egghead Nonscatterbrain'!!!!!!!!
Now
peeps, just as the last BLOG-BOOK of Trump slowly torturing me to
death over nearly four decades of time along with his horrendous
henchmen from CROWN-COHEN-CORNWALL-CORONA-DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE
(HELL), was not just about that an did include an entire
other-sections to it not TRUMP related
or at least not directly; so too this BLOG-BOOK will not be one
hundred percent only on the topic of Mizz lovely Astral-Viqueen and
PHASE-4-ENTITY, Jewelly-Julia
WHITE. It will, just as all of me' BLOG-BOOKS do, be
discussing other things, other topics, and much other shit in
general, yo. So now going into something closely related of course,
but not some 'JW' direct topic; I need to further discuss the topic
of Jim Burr of Gloucester City, and neighbor to lovely Patty H.
Hollister H., as well as the introduction by him, to me, regarding
religion and Christianity, shortly after meeting him at the Cherry
Hill 'PCI' Computer School, back in the summer time of 1973, where
we were both becoming Programmers, on the 'then-state of the art'
computer system known as the International
Business Machines System #360, or the IBM-360; that huge
super clunker machine as big as a small house, and with very limited
and incredibly archaic abilities and features, by today's much more
technologically advanced status and ratings of currently available
computer science and high technology. Sir Jim Burr at first, was just
a very money thirsty man as was I in those times at the age of
eighteen years, and we talked on a daily basis about becoming
multi-millionaires, and in those times of 1973, this would translate
into today's purchasing power due to inflationary values of money,
into the word, “billionaire”. No world, I was not always a man
who could say and pass a polygraph while saying it, “I am not a
greedy person”. But all this horseshit is just simply leading me
and all of you right now, into the topic of so frequently discussed
religious philosophical connectiveness and how this all pertains to
the MOUNTAINPEN! After he had suddenly become a BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN
as the expression goes, where a sinner accepts the Lord Jesus Christ
as their personal Lord, savior, master, redeemer, and the entire
twenty-seven feet of the thing; and then as a follower of Christ,
begin to slowly emulate the life of the great master-Jesus which of
course is a journey that is lifelong lasting right up until the brain
no longer is being sufficient oxygenation to allow it to continue
dividing their true essence by light speed squared, so they can no
longer tune into and become a part of the physical cosmos world
around them, and they simply end their present dreaming interaction,
and are what they were and are all along; and thus existing in the
timeless Purgatory, where on this Astral-Plane of spirit or energetic
existence without the STM physicality, there is no true connection
between the physical plane or there before it all blew out from what
the HIGGS-PEEPS call the 'BIG BANG'. Mister Jim Burr at first for
about two months or so give or take, was the same as me; looking to
get a degree in the science field of Computer Programming and
becoming a “MULTI” millionaire. I will never forget how I would
say millionaire and he would always instantly retort right back with
the large emphasis on the word, MULTI! But then two months or so
later on from the exact time we met there, HE SUDDENLY CHANGED and
became a CHRISTIAN, and converted both me, and shortly thereafter, my
mom as well. My mom was always religious and by her concepts, a
Christian, but neither one of us ever heard the real truth concerning
the scriptural doctrine that insists that there is but one way to the
Capitol non CUBAN-'CUBED' City of David,
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or “HEAVEN”, as the Christians call
all it, and that is that. Without Jesus's free gift that is chosen by
us to be accepted or rejected, we can never cross into the great city
in our endless ageless timeless existence on the Astral-Plane or the
Purgatory. Of course, without contrast being employed as the ultimate
punitive measure, it would never be the absolute punishment that it
is meant to be, so the great scriptures are very careful to word
things like this, but if all of them were available and the mighty
Roman Catholic original Church of our LORD did not Canonize only
sixty-six books for inclusion into the BIBLE, you would all be able
to see that I preach the powerful truths concerning what I will now
say to you here, yo. Before I tell you more about that, why would any
Astral City not be three dimensional when all of Purgatory is indeed
a three dimensional reality? This is also further implied in the
forbidden via Canon non-inclusion words of other great books, where
things such as the three gates on each side are truly two gates on
six sides that are leading into the great city of SDK. But in
continuing with the maxing out of punitation through and by way of
the laws of contrast, without truly seeing HEAVEN or experiencing it
on the ASTRAL-PLANE, how could those not allowed to be there ever
fully and completely appreciate their quintessential horror and loss?
In truth, the full Bible that none of us are allowed to have in this
world controlled and dominated system of endless fucking power
structures, where we get fed huge lies about how the C-COPY of
Goddess Almighty has shown those in charge of making our present time
BIBLES, which books and writings will be used and which will be
excluded by the great CHURCH-CANON-SYSTEMS. The HOLY SPIRIT or God's
C-COPY in the Trinity, has done no such thing, and IPYT
peeps!!!!!!!!!!
So
yes, without experiencing HEAVEN or SDK the City
of the great Sarah Krassle, where
Astrally the word of “DAL”
is literally a groupation of residence, as in a village,
life-area, or city if enough population entities are existing there;
and if the city name is two words long, the word for city or DAL is
sandwiched in the middle or center of those two names, hence, City
(DAL) of the great SARAH KRASSLE, (Sahasra), and (Kanwal). Thus comes
the name of the Capitol City on the entire Astral-Plane, SAHASRA DAL
KANWAL, City of the great Sarah Krassle, LORDESS, SAR (LORD) ESS
connotes the feminine and creative symbology, with the Earth-English
pronounced word of 'NEE' which here on the Physical World in the
English Language system translates in sonic vibration to the word
“STAY” hence Jehovah-Neecy however the religious scholars spell
it, becomes 'LORD' or 'SAR'-AH STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE of the great
KRASSLE clan of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. The great religion of 'Sound and
Light', called “ECKANKAR”, has many followers, who have indeed
seen and witnessed, while still on this Physical-Plane of human life
and inside of their human bodies; that great
condition-interaction of HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!! but let me finish
out my point regarding how using contrast and taking that to its
ultimate for maxed out punishment, is indeed the proof that even
sinners and wicked peeps have seen and experienced the great Capitol
City of SDK (HEAVEN). On this
Earth-Planet we have a great sports pass-time here in America, and
now in some other parts of the globe as well; called BASEBALL. And in
this magical game of electrical symbology that is all about the great
electrical number of nuclear-3, as in nuke families of mom, dad, and
child, or electron, proton, neutron, and you all get the picture by
now hopefully; the batter up gets three chances to try getting on
base with a hit, a walk, or even to help already base-runners on his
or her team make further advancements around to home-plate, so the
team can score. But if the batter tries and fails by the rules of the
game, three consecutive times; he or she is OUT. Now on the
Astral-Plane, the numbers of 3 and 4, have a wild interconnectiveness
that allows extremely enlightened peeps here on the Physical Plane of
'life', to see mathematical truths, and decoded messages in life, as
a result of this scramble. Now one of these scrambles is the four
allowable
deportations
out of the Capitol City of those entities without proper legal
documentation that includes both a CITY-NAME REGISTRATION in
the SDK CITY HALL that is Biblically referenced many times in
scriptures as the “Lambs book of life”
in HEAVEN, as well as a document that
all Astral entities carry with them. Trying to imagine all of this in
a maze of endlessly swirling channels of emotions and colors,
beyond any fathomable reason on the living world here; is
impossible for peeps to ever do, unless
they've experienced it, and have some recalled memories; as do I.
There are ROUND-UPS done at no particular intervals, and sooner or
later, unauthorized entities are caught and escorted outside of the
great city and over onto the other side of the great TECK BAY. Just
as in our human world game of Baseball, the first time that an entity
is deported out of SDK, is called, “STRIKE-1”, the next time is
2, then 3; and finally comes STRIKE-4.
Strike four is not a simple deportation however. It
carries an automatic beyond frightening nightmarish punishment called
on the Astral-Plane or the Purgatory, a “DOGTOWN
SENTENCE”. The typical
sentence for a STRIKE-4 ROUND-UP deportation is three sets of 6-MK.
MK is Minnina Kalpa, which means on the Astral-Plane, approximately
what 888 mortal world years would feel like in averaged and overall
Astral interactions. Remember there is no time in Astrality, nothing
ever comes before or after anything else, and so nothing is ever
beginning nor does anything ever end either. Because escape is
absolutely impossible, the DOGTOWN SENTENCES are allowed to be broken
up into anywhere between three to five sets that can be served with
in-between breaks or periods of interaction-intermission so to speak;
and the term there does get used by lots of entities. I remember that
only too well. So three different series of interactions that seem
mortally to our human minds as 888 times 6
years, in a place or really a 'condition-interaction' so
horrendous, that one minute there, or one million years there; would
in all honesty not even seem that much different, due to the
intensity of the suffering!!!!!!!!! First off, the stench is beyond
'horrible'; oh lovely Mizz
Borgia, of the great Earthly 'L&O' TV-show. On top of
that, we are turned into creatures with huge mega sensitive noses,
1000 times more powerful than our human noses. The temperature feels
about what 123 degrees Fahrenheit would feel like as a human being.
There are work-fields where we (DOGS) have to stand on our hind legs,
and with our front paws, pick up sheers that feel as if they would
weigh about 70 pounds on the Earth-Realm, and hewn down lots of wild
thick stalks of horrific smelling grows, that are over three feet
tall, and about ten inches thick, and nearly as hard as tree trunks;
and this goes on and on, what feels like maybe a week of day and
night; and then we go to the pound type dormitory, where only one in
about ninety or so times, we get to lay and rest for maybe an hour,
or what seems like an hour here on mortal terms. The other 89 times,
we are sent out of the 'pound-dorm' into the torture area, where
endless rows of gigantic pinball type machines and huge table tennis
ping-pong looking 3-D boxes are used, to place us inside of, and then
horrible sharp edged paddles begin to whack at us while we all
attempt to do break-dances to avoid it, that even the
great 'moon-walker' himself, Sir Mike Jackson, wouldn't be
fast enough, or good enough, to keep on avoiding all of those
terrible and horrible paddles of inconceivable agony! As for the
pinball huge machines, we are literally inside of them and then the
guards pull on that spring knob just as in the pinball marbles here
on the mortal realm; only we go flying all
throughout the insides of these areas, and get cut to pieces on razor
sharp metals and glass fragments that instantly fill the
entire area with our blood! But it gets far
worse, as then, each individual piece that eventually becomes
sheered off and separate, is us as a whole, and they all feel in
their own way, the same total agony, and then each part of ourselves
gets afflicted with this beyond excruciating and intense suffering,
and there is no lapsing into unconsciousness on
the Astral
Plane. This goes on what
seems like three days and nights, and then it is right back to the
work-fields and the cycles continues around, over and over again. I
have now experienced about twenty or more death angels since doing
this blog, and just now, this final time, it is on my left side. All
the other death angel attacks are on my right side, and this is now
two straight days where Mortimer Mortino is favoring me' right side,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, without
the contrast of HEAVEN, even the horrendous DOGTOWN or Biblical
(HELL) would not be quite as bad. It is that POWERHOUSE FUCKING
AWESOME CONTRAST that makes the absolute and epitomized difference,
folks!!!!!!!!! And screw your damn folksingers; Mister
Microsoft Corporation Hellwrecker, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” to the great and ever so mighty,
Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank of Jersey! WOW-WOW-WOW THAT,
LOVELY BIG-O!!!!!
When
I went out yesterday late afternoon to escape me' nabe from Dogtown
next door to me in unit #605, Mister Mexico, I as you know from
reading the previous blog, parked for about a half hour or so at the
Indian River near the now closed down due to the Global Pandemic,
Fort Pierce Library. When I shut off the car, the odometer read
89,089 miles. I could have sworn that the odometer read over 90,000,
and if you remember from several blogs back, I posted as much. Hey, I
can be off and I am not Bruce Pennock or cursing Bruce “PERFECT”
by any stretch of the mind. Still, interesting figure to see on the
damn odometer and since I rarely look at it, as I do not go out very
much nor have I the past nine years since I've lived here in this
great and illustrious ghetto-hood of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. Still,
I happen to just glance at it after parking and shutting off the car
engine, yesterday, and with a ZERO digit in the center, it made the
two opposing polarity-ends both read the magic future-times number,
as per my song lyrics from the start of the nineteen-eighties, on the
“Love Is For Carpenters” song. Yessir, I may only be human, and
not perfect, cool cursing Bruce, with so many fans of yours now with
their pity parties for you; but I do find it more than just
interesting that I just see the odometer reading at this totally
'PERFECT',
AND 'ONLY HUMAN'
TIME; displaying two 89's. One on each side of the equation or
the zero; huh Mister David Leigh Algebra
Smith Sir, of that great, and endlessly illustrious Cooley
Hall????!!!!????!!!!????!!!! So
THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, Sir
Bruce non-Lennox, at the Pennock's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
& WOW 2-THIS.
Yessir, I may not have peeps feeling sympathy for me in all of my
motherfucking rotten hellish DOGTOWN ON
EARTH, but I'm glad that me' ol' Cooley Hall pal Sir Bruce
AP does, and he really does, at least according to the early second
decade reports stemming from the WFMU-INTERNET-RADIO
system, under the crackpots and crazy cursing dudes of Mark
Mountainpen Mohr, on their hate-page for me that most likely will be
floating in the crystal-clouds throughout human level eternity, give
or take an eon or so. Yessir, Mister Bruce
Alan Pennock
Sir, your initials can always be 'JRSS'd' as standing for the
BETTER-ASTRAL-PLANE!
I suppose it is better, but at least my cheese loving hyperspace
daughter on that Starburn property in the great Quaker State of
Pennsylvania's hyperspace in the one and only USA; is not asking me
to do her any favors by not talking so much or complaining really,
about ugly, lousy, stinky, slinky, slimy, slippery, sleazy, slithery,
spotted, dotted speckled stench frilled alligators! I detest those
serpents, those reptiles, those filthy diseased lizards from Dogtown
itself who may have used physical projection initially to get to
Florida through the Bermuda Triangle, from the mighty
Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I'll do you this favor, Merry. Sorry
about Halloween when you were five and a half. Why I was possessed to
do three copyrighted
musical projects on Halloween
Day, is anybody's
BEST GUESS of any and all GUESTS,lovely PINK GODDESS from the great
GALAXY'S EDGE, and any and all high tech computer companies whose
executives and owners IMHO; are totally
and absolutely dream-controlled, and manipulated, by
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS of more
distant hyperspace points! Yes, the magical lands and realms of the
great CRYSTAL-GODS. Morianity has shown you all the various ways of
traveling to the Earth-Realm from the
Astral Plane,
or the “other-Harrah non-Sarah”, Sir
B. Alan Pennock.
So who's to ever fuckign totally say with full on authority and
absolute wisdom and 'knowing', that the REPTILLIONS that many peeps
in the AAT CLUBS and societies around the globe think of as part of
the ALIENS who visit our EARTH-PLANET, did not use the
electromagnetic 'natural fielding systems' surrounding all planets,
or at least any living planet that is seemingly capable of sustaining
a magnetic field, that the citizens of northern-lands around the
world all see at night from time to time, as the Aurora
Lights for crying out
loudspeaker-LOUD, yo yo yo yo??? Who is to say for sure
that these damn lizard serpents didn't
CROSSOVER to here from the PURG, through the damn Bermuda
triangle, and ended up in good old nearby swamplands of hot tropical
mother fucking rotten ass RED-STATE-FLORIDA-USA,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BROADCASTED BRO???!!!!!
Now
to quote lovely GIANT GINA, when
she informed me that she would very easily be able to pin me right
down in an arm wrestle strength test, and then, that lovely Amazon
Beauty Queen went onto do just that:!!!!!!!
I also “TOLD
YOU” all that after yesterday's brutal fucking
elder abuse assault and persecution on me, by ENEMY
NABE FROM DOGTOWN MISTER MEXICO-#605, THAT THE DOW
JONES I.A. STOCK MARKET WOULD TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY FLY TODAY,
TUESDAY; AND SURE ENOUGH IT MOTHER
FUCKING PUSSY HUFFING DID JUST THAT. Ouch, my goddamn
broken arm, lovely Gina, and
lovely Keisha, from 1998 and 1999
respectively; and if I wish to keep all of me' bones in a nice
unbroken manner, then let me add in here; 'respectively', as well as
definitely 'RESPECTFULLY' too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO', a great big HUUUUUUUGE 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE',
for the marvelous powerhouse Sir
Chester-Frank Shoeknockeroutter of the year 2000. Am I
right, Mister Paul Evans Pedersen, kind sir????????? Yeppir folks;
the DJIA markets gained well over 500 points
today, AND JUST AS I DAMN TOLD YOU GINA, AND ALL OTHER
WONDERFUL GREAT BLOGAUDIANS OUT HERE, BACK ON YESTERDAY, AND YOU ALL
KNOW THAT THIS ICPE-APE-TECH IS
ABSOLUTELY REAL, AND TRUE; AND BEING
ILLEGALLY USED TO TORMENT VICTIMS SUCH AS POOR
FRAIL FRAGILE PITIFUL AND PATHETIC MISTER MOTHER FUCKING
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 fucking
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
fucking 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 through not 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 everything goes to total mother
fucking hell, I THEN GET BLAMED FOR IT ALL, AND I AM ENDLESSLY
PROCLAIMED AS THE CRIMINAL, THE BAD GUY, THE DIRT 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 now 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 in the year of 1980. But back to my recent
weekend major NIGHTMARES, STRAIGHT 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 Senior, 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 over feeding 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 accomplished
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 fucking 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'.
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“Y
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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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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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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MARK WAYNE MOHR URL 2006-2020
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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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