AUGUST
OF 2006
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NJ-USA
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No
kind person; my blogs have very little to do with money, and a whole
dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And
this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a
version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes,
and now, the great United States © Office
has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical
Projects sent down to them from my House Of
Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do
you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you
can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr
has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every
time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly
to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two
things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the
next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT,
lovely Mizz Winfrey, and a great big HUUUUUUUGE
SIR CHESTER-FRANK Shoeknockeroutter
“WEEEEEEEEEE”!
JEWELLY
WHITE
AND HER FOUR POSSESSED EARTHLY PERSONA'S
MARK
WAYNE
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CURRENT
PHASE IS:
FIRST
QUARTER MOON
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q.
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WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
If
it takes me a million cunt chewing years,
I will someday learn why these pricks across the hall from me for a
solid decade and without fail, come into that apartment right at or
just about right at 3 of the fucking clock
every day, BOTH IN THE MORNING
and then also AGAIN IN THE AFTERNOON!!!!!!!!
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN, “THE BOM”
AND
WITH OR WITHOUT MY COWORKER SIR JOHN NAMATH AT MARS GRAPHIC SERVICES
OF WESTVILLE, NJUSAESMWG, IN 1977, AND HIS COUSIN JOE
THE GREAT NFLHT WINNER AND PIGSKIN
CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
if either of you dudes are ever reading Morianity; my best to
me' ol' printing shop coworker John, and you too, great Football Star
Joe. Hey I think of both of you dudes all the time, since those cool
ads are always on the television, regarding Medicare bennies!
HA-HA-HA
ALL JEWELLY
WHITES, VIQUEENS, MIDWESTERN STATE LIQUOR STORES, AND
JANE Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit
Crapinherpants Fonda, as YOU MISSED ME GIRL, and no way to
that add-on P---L---E---A---S---E,
SIR MIKE SUCKS SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST
IN THE CANNONS AND NICKS OF ALL OF TIMES, I managed to remember to
add in me OWN whittle X-TRA pages of coloring-lines, so as to allow
me to avoid seeing groupations of mother fucking ONE-DIGITS on me'
goddamn rotten cum-puke-her monitor screen, yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
of 2:40 PM, “TWC”
Weather-Report
is as follows for the town of Fort Pierce, FL-USA:
TEMPERATURE---88
DEGREES FHNT
HEAT
INDEX---100
DEGREES FHNT
HUMIDITY---70%
DEWPOINT---NOT
DISPLAYED NOW
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---30.06
INCHES OF MERCURY, & FALLING
SKY
CONDITIONS---MIXED
TO SUNNY
WINDS---SE
@ 11 MPH, WITH NO GUSTS
VISIBILITY---10
MILES
PREDICTIONS---20%
RAIN CHANCE, WITH SCATTERED POSSIBLE THUNDERSTORMS THROUGH MONDAY,
WITH PREDICTED LOW OF 73 DEGREES FHNT ON THE DAY TODAY
AIR
QUALITY IN TOWN---GOOD
MOUNTAINPEN'S
>>>:::::HEALTH
VITALS:::::>>>
BLOOD
PRESSURE:---104 OVER 62
PULSE:---64
TEMPERATURE:---96.4
RESPIRATION
PER MINUTE:---12
Last
night I had an extremely vivid, as you all may call it, “dreaming
experience”.
I would say a major soul travel into the 5th dimensional
hyperspace, where one of my countless doppelgangers began exploring a
realm where I was living, as most of the time where I appear to be
going now during “DREAMS”, in NO JOYSEY,
AKA New Jersey, USA! I was right in the area
of East Berlin, not the country across the great pond,
lovely Queenie-kisses; but rather, forty
or so miles west of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. I was riding
around in a very weird type of car, and suddenly it wobbled and acted
crazy and I was pushing it into a local area garage that does not or
did not as of late 2009, exist in that area, here in this parallel
realm of total hyperspace. When I was approaching the repair garage,
a strange dude who was walking west-bound, down the White
Horse Pike, across from the
K-MART
Shopping
Center, began talking to
me; and he had a guitar
that wasn't in a guitar-case,
in his hands. He was saying that the car I was pushing along in a
very weird way that is too complex for me to get into right now or
we'd be all day just typing that part of the story, but he would joke
with me about how the car needed to be attached to a mule, and while
he talked, he kept strumming his guitar with some really cool chords
and riffs as I believe they're called, sort of like the shit that
runs all through the “OTHER” Gaines show, not Donna Summer as a
child, you know, the one with Chip and his cool show with fixing up
rotten old houses in need of lotsafixin'
if ye' gets me' dwiftin'
here, yo maitees, and ornery cowboys out here, along with all of
Emily's pictures and great old early 80's country tunes, or soon to
follow in following decades, coworkers NAUT responsible for any
Philly fish drinkers, such as me' Latengrate sweet adorable whittle
'Mommy', yo BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we arrive at the garage, and
he was there to pick up his vehicle that was already there for
repair, and as we got into the place and sat down at the waiting
area, such as what the PEP-BOYS have at most if not all of their
large servicing centers; another man was there sitting to
me' right, and the dude with the 'GEETAR', he sat down in
a seat to me' left. Hey, not to
get, 'HOPEFULLY' aniwho, Mister
Mortimer Mortino too excited here with me' story, on or
off of ANY GREAT EASTER PASSOVER DAYS
from the present, all the way back to three thousand fucking years
ago somewhere, and without any magical young or old blood involved;
we all got talking, the two dudes who were seated on each of me at
the repair-garage, and every time the dude with the guitar spoke, he
played riff-chords along with what he was saying, and it reminded me
of that cool 'TWILIGHT ZONE'
episode, with cool Sir Lee Marvin the Latengrate actor, who
either was gonna' beat peeps 'BRAINS IN' or
else beat peeps 'BRAINS OUT', in all of his
great and super terrific movies. In the 'TTZ'
episode with Lee Marvin, it was about how Lee the gunfighter
was having his courage tested, to see if he would visit a cemetery
late at night where someone who claimed he would get him if he went
there, and he did go there, and all hell broke loose with a beyond
great twist just as all of Sir Rod Serling's
shows always dependably had. There was another dude in the show,
“Mothershed” who played the captain of the prison road gang
place, on that beyond cool movie called, “Cool
Hand Luke”, with that cool actor that all the girls
loved so much and who the HALLS FAWCES
for some wild reason are blocking his name from my memory right now;
but there also was another guy, and he
would talk to peeps and strum chords on his guitar,
just as this wild crazy guy did in last night's super weird “DREAM”.
You really would have to see the show to appreciate it rather than
just read these silly words on a damn blog. I think that guy's name
that I was blocked out from remembering was Paul Newman, but it
sounds wrong somehow, and I could be mistaken. In this wild DREAM, we
all got into some fairly heavy philosophical debate. We got talking
about that Biblical Scripture of how gaining the whole world and
losing one's SOUL is not ever worth the exchange. Somehow as the
conversation continued, I remember saying to the 'guitar-strummer',
that, “Those are really great guitar riffs you're playing”, and
he went onto thank me for paying him that complement. Then the other
man on the other side of me began saying that, “If I was king of
everything, I know it wouldn't be worth it unless I had my queen with
me, my great wife”. I then replied to him, “Being KING without
our QUEEN'S is never worth anything at all”. Screw the damn
lizards, Microsoft Corporation! Then he began to clap and say “AMEN”
over and over and over, and louder each time for about five times or
more! Then the guitar-strummer dude played some really beyond cool
chords and riffs and said, “Time to go back to your world now, Mark
Mountainpen”. Instantly, I opened my eyes and found it to be around
twenty minutes past eleven this morning, and I was back here and
awake, just as HE said!!!!!!!!!!
I
had a nice talk on the phone
with the agent who handles my account
at my local bank, concerning my attempts
to reestablish and rebuild my credit, after my horror show
disaster with the KING FAMILY
totally wiped out my good name and credit, at the end of this
century's first mother fucking decade, just as you all know quite
well about BY NOW; and you too,
Islander Mister Joel!!!!!!!!
Something is wrong, as I have not been getting any offers of credit
and there should be absolutely no bad marks left BY
LAW, on my CREDIT REPORTS,
since the very LAST BAD DEBT that I had was at
the tail end of the year of 2009, and there
are FEDERAL REGULATIONS prohibiting creditors to try and screw up
your name and credit and FICA SCORE after TEN
YEARS, no matter WHAT!!!!! I
cannot even seem to get MY CREDIT SCORE
or anything pertaining to my rating.
The fucking bank, unlike the stores around here; won't be open in
the lobby-area, only at the drive-through; until
some time IN JULY
of this year, and that I suppose is
conditional with what continues to unfold around us all with
this fucking miserable CVGP nightmare!
The
main topic that will be harped on for some time now on blog chapter
numbers following this number 5 chapter here, will all pertain to the
powerful JEWELLY WHITE “CREW”, of influenced, dominated,
controlled, mind manipulated” SMALL ARMY OF WOMEN, you all know,
and yes, it follows the great number 3, the number of NUCLEAR POWER,
and the number of ELECTRICITY HERSELF, told to
me directly in a POWERFUL DREAM IN 1984,
straight from the very lovely luscious lips of GODDESS DIANA
HERSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Number
27, that's my
number, LITTLE BOY”, is what
this great gorgeous GODDESS
spoke to me, in that powerhouse DREAM in
1984; and it has been told and blogged OVER
AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
That
other powerful DREAM in 2015 give
or take a year, if memory is serving me at all accurately, and it
can always be looked up on THESE 'BOM' BLOGS AS WELL PEEPS; regarding
my being at some ESS CLUBHOUSE where gargantuan room areas were in
some huge warehouse structure, and all of it was absolutely FILLED
TO THE RIM with electrical and musical equipment
and related stuff, from powerful
musical amplifiers, to giant
loudspeakers, to music-computers,
and you name it. In this place, was that strange entity who told me
about the three magical women and how COMCAST was all connected up
into everything, and I remember distinctly having a bill with my name
on it and my needing to pay this bill at their office which was just
down the road from this incredible warehouse, down to the left of the
front of the place, and then a short distance down where a strange
winding curvy road like Jersey's
famous Route 9 in the Atlantic City area; oh
wonderful 'STARBURN-STARBURST'-DARK SHADOWS-1997 TIME
CIRCA, OF MIND BENDING 'NON-MARCUCCI' HAPPENINGS, AND
QUINTESSENTIALLY OUTLANDISH WILD STUFF; and I KNEW BEYOND
DOUBT THAT I NEEDED TO GET UP THAT WILD ROAD TO THE GREAT COMCAST AND
PAY THAT MOTHER FUCKING BILL!!!!!! Why, I have no recall in this
waking-world now, nor did I even after coming out of the experience
half a decade or so ago, yo BRO! So I began my seemingly short trek
down the road in this incredible “DREAM”, and suddenly as I got
onto the winding and twisty curving road leading to the great
mysterious hyperspace COMCAST OFFICE so that I could 'PAY
MY BILL', ancient dinosaurs were all over the place,
and yes Mike Soft, this time your
Hellwrecker-Spellchecker system
is quite fucking apropos here, with the word
“ALLigators”!!!!!!!!!!!!! The three witch-girls at the
time of this wild “DREAM” were Patty, Paula, and the great
folksinger MELANIE, so thank you again Mike Soft Sir, for the very
apropos spelling heredahelda and yessir, HERE YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now right shortly after my wild dreaming-experience back half a
decade ago or so, the great mighty
COMCAST COMPANY began running a
three year or so promotion, that I told you all about before. I am
speaking of that date of my daughter's birth year, the age that she
would have been when I actually met her transdimensional doppelganger
in northeast Philadelphia, at the Throat Specialist's Office in 1984,
and the phone number's final four digits were 1484, just as in my
“SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD” Musical Project from 1983, when she
was 13 years of age, and when, as the lovely Mizz Sabrina Collins
would say it so beyond just adequately, but more like eloquently and
astutely; “This was where it all began”!!!!!! Well, the chocking
part of it, and that was the LIFE ALTERING SHIT BEHIND EVERYTHING, AT
LEAST IMHO, MIZZ MASHELL DANIELS OF 1980'S GREAT AND ILLUSTRIOUS RPL
SOUND STUDIO in Camden, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So again,
it is just IMHO, but I feel that anyone out here who doubts the
validity of this all being absolutely non-coincidental as far as
Comcast being part of so much of this, and even backed up in a WILD
FUCKING DREAM, before it all happened; tells one hell of a huge ass
truth to the universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And THAT is what's gonna' be
getting major explored in this blog-book as we progress ever onward
peeps, yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRR! For somewhere between one and two weeks
now, they have been screwing with my AUDIO again, and it began RIGHT
SHY OF THE TIME THAT OUTAGE LAST HAPPENED TO ME, that removed ALL OF
ME' FUCKING SERVICES FOR ABOUT NINETY MINUTES OF TIME ONE MORNING,
BETWEEN HALF PAST ONE AND THREE IN THE ANTE' MERIDIAN!!!!
This
BLOG-BOOK will get into just how COMCAST,
the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, and many
such connected up 'dots' along these same lines; all fit so perfectly
together, in all of me' claims in this
past nearly fifteen year old MORIANITY now, on the
INTERNET, and MORIANITY BIBLE'S inception before that, well back into
the middle nineteen-nineties, yo BRAH!!!!!!! I'll start tying in and
adding major ultra secrets not yet revealed about all three of these
wild COMCAST-ESS-LADIES, and how JW's greatest of all conquests also
fits into things. I speak of how she has somehow managed to do the
BEYOND IMPOSSIBLE FEAT of taking over the mind from time to time, of
ANOTHER P4E, the great one and only United States President now, SIR
DONALD JOHN TRUMP. Both he and JW are PHASE-2 entities who have come
here with agenda's, only Trump got here IN CLAY, an absolute
impossibility and in absolute total defiance of LAWTRONICS. JW on the
other hand, got here as PHASE-4-TRANSFERED, only SHE is
control-manipulating all four of these powerhouse human beings, PATTY
H. HOLLISTER H., PAULA KING, MELANIE SAFKA, AND DONNIE BOY
TRUMP!!!!!!!!!! Yessir Microsucks,
TRUMPFORCE and TRUMP. That was some wild and cool 'ad' you
ran a couple of days back when the damn rocket launch was scrubbed.
Also, I must be moving in the 5th-D again, or else the weather
reporting meteorologists screwed up something, as originally, the
weather-news said that after middle week this week, the storms would
be over. Well, now they took that proverbial weather-coin of theirs,
and flipped it over to tails from heads, right yo? Chester-Frank kind
sir and great muscle-dude Shoeknockeroutter; your great 2000 bar
saying, if ye' pweeeeeeeeeeze, kind friend?
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!
]]]]]]^^^THE
END^^^>>>>More is ahead!
JEWELLY
WHITE,
AND HER FOUR DREAM-POSSESSED
EARTHLY PERSONA'S
YOU
ARE NOW READING CHAPTER 4
May
21,
2020 1:00 AM – May
28,
2020 12:00 AM
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AFTEROON
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MAY,
2020
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
MAY 28, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 6:6
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.
As
of 3:13 PM, “TWC” Weather-Report is as follows for the town of
Fort Pierce, FL-USA:
TEMPERATURE-86
DEGREES FHNT
HEAT
INDEX-99
DEGREES FHNT
HUMIDITY-77%
DEWPOINT-78
DEGREES FHNT
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE-30.04
MERC & FALL
SKY
CONDITIONS-NEARBY
LIGHTNING
WINDS-ESE
@ 18 MPH WITH NO GUSTS
VISIBILITY-10
MILES
PREDICTIONS-90%
RAIN CHANCE, & 75% THUNDERSTORM CHANCE, AND HOT & STORMY
SCATTERED CONDITIONS THROUGH MONDAY, WITH PREDICTED LOW OF 75 DEGREES
FHNT ON THE DAY TODAY
The
DEATH
ANGEL
is off the scale and all over me and has been for months now, bad as
it was before this time, it is not even any comparison to that any
longer. Hey, why naut Miss Blake? After-all, yesterday, the
electrical number of this year's fifth month of Spanish SINKO; we all
found ourselves here in America CROSSING OVER the big five digit
MORTIMER
MORTINO
or DEATH count from the CORONA VIRUS GLOBAL PANDEMIC (CVGP) into the
horrendous fiendish nightmarish SIX DIGIT DEATH COUNT NOW IN AMERICA;
with more than mother fucking ONE-HUNDRED-THOUSAND-PEEPS!
Someone
or some thing, Captain Shatnerkirk has either been screwing with me
by way of hyperspace games and the ESS, or they have broken into my
apartment while I was asleep today before arising at just past noon
because I have found EXTRA PILLS in my 7-DAY medicine-container that
old sick fucks like me buy at drug-stores so that we don't fuck up
our daily dosages pills that our PCP physicians prescribe to us. I
absolutely know and remember taking my final PM-dosages before
crashing into fucking bed early this morning, after watching that
fantastic Ulysses 'SH' Grant documentary, on that marvelous super
terrific HISTORY CABLE-TV CHANNEL. I know what I know, lovely
PATTY-PAULA-PP!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE
and yessir world, a great BIG ASS BUTT AND but;
Sir
Mike Soft Spellchecker-Hellwrecker,
I awoke to take my AM-dosages of meds, and found that the
final two pills that I take at night were still in the WEDNESDAY BOX
of the 7-DAY pill-container.
I am extremely careful, Regis
and Paula,
to check the container before retiring for the day to make absolutely
positive that it has been emptied, thus that I've taken all of the
prescribed-meds for each and every day, as prescribed by me'
PCP-DOCK,
Doctor JAR
as I call him in jest, since those are his initials. His name is
Doctor
James A. Roberts,
a
helluvanice dude,
and by the way folks, he insisted the other day while I was over at
his office for me quarterly physical examination, “Mark,
I was never told about your problem where you had requested a
health-note from me due to a neighbor noise problem”.
I totally believe him because he is an extremely fine gentleman and
would never lie to me about something major and personal that is in
regards to me' physical health, yo yo yo!!! Now if I have been moved
around during me' sleep, in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, then that is explanation 1, but explanation 2
would be that some mother fucking dirtbag broke into my apartment and
walked into my kitchen since it is a mere yard or two from me'
outer-door, and did this to me, filling yesterday's box with pills
from me' bottles that are on the very same shelf in the kitchen
cabinet where me' meds are kept. Of course I know that no matter what
I say here, any legal authorities and most if naut all of you out
here will go with the only possible left explanation of 3, and that
being, no asshole MOUNTAINPEN, it is just wehtahd whittle dumb ass
you who somehow screws shit all up and are blaming it as you always
do ON THE WORLD. Well, Mashell Daniels said it all back in 1980 at
the RPL Sound Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, did she naut, Mizz Blake?
You can all believe what you wish, BUT I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, Paula and
Regis of late 2008 silly radio programs from Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG, on the great WAYV-FM RADIO of ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY-USA!
Here's
something else that “I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW”
about secret coded mathematical truths, that lay well hidden inside
of the endless and mostly never revealed James
Redfield
Synchronicity
Syndrome.
The magical ASTRAL-PLANE digits of the 3rd
and the 4th
REALITIES of PHASES, since Astral Plane existence is the 2nd
one, and yet it is one the human realm or PHYSICAL-PLANE
of Phase-3, that ASTRAL-PLANE
ENTITIES
who attempt to break
the Lawtronic regulations
of not dreaming off of this Purgatory in ways that would prevent them
from being unstoppable by regular dreaming normal human beings, sort
of like SUPERMAN'S ENEMIES on the SUPERMAN-2 great movie from the
late nineteen-seventies. Very
few have ever managed to get past this ULTIMATE PERMISSION BARRIER OF
LAWTRONICS,
but a few have, such as the great and mighty, Sir
Donald John Trump,
defying all of our rules all of the time, and ENDLESSLY AND TOTALLY
GETTING AWAY WITH IT, FOREVER; and everyone out here knows that I am
SPEAKING 100%
ONLY ABSOLUTE TOTAL FUCKING TRUTHS CONCERNING THIS MATTER
HERE!!!!!!!!!!!
But following up to the end regarding the numbers 3 and 4 here;
ASTRAL ENTITIES or 'P-2-E' Phase-2-Entities, when they do not
successfully reach here as little clay babies to dream through as a
lifetime or dreaming-interaction, are transformed through the
LAWTRONIC SYSTEM, into PHASE-4-ENTITIES rather than PHASE-3-ENTITIES,
such as all of us normal human beings, A-negative blood and
green-hazel eyes, such as mine, all notwithstanding here. The point I
am now making here is this: When we fall off of the ASTRAL-PLANE,
most of us become regular normal average PHASE-3, but those breaking
the regs become PHASE-4. Phase-4 means one simple thing. Rather than
live physically as one of us here, we are now turned into the
fantasy's and the imaginings of the great fictional writers,
daydreamers, and all of these type of things, all the way down the
very long A-Z list of possibilities! So the Phasing of either 3 or 4
from the ASTRAL-2 is WHY these wild numbers even here on the mortal
realm or Physical-Plane of human life, is so incredible; and allows
so many things therefore, to become crystal clear decoding's of
otherwise completely and endlessly undetectable items in all of our
human lives, that is for those few who truly understand all the shit
behind all of these powerfully guarded eternal secrets being told on
this blog to all of you right here and now! Sir Dennis Snyder would
say it so perfectly right here and now, should he in fact be here
while I am penning these words to you all, “And that's just
reality, son”!!!!!!!! The '3' and the '4'. Hey, just for openers,
let's do this simple quick little trick for a great big, buhh-dum-dum
drum roll as the curtain either opens or closes my lovely Cooley-Hall
Amy's future shows about a decade after the school trip that day into
Manhattan. There
are but two functions in mathematical functions, adding things up
into sums, or else multiplying things together into products.
Still, differences and quotients are also there, in the great science
of mathematics and its so-called accepted '4' functions. I however
see the reality slightly differently. Really there are but two, since
the differences that show up in a subtraction as well as the
quotients that show up in a division, are merely the mathematical
inverse of the straight directional function, or put very simply
peeps; we have the two functions of addition and multiplication, and
yes, we have their inverted truths as well, as subtraction is just
the inverse of addition and division is just the inverse of
multiplication. So our TWO FUNCTIONS in mathematical operations are
ADDITION AND MULTIPLICATION, and when we use them on two digits, you
know, adding up two digits or multiplying two digits, say for example
digit 5 and digit 8, we would get 13 when adding and we would get 40
when multiplying. But what happens right off the fucking bat when we
take those magical astral digits of '3' and '4', and we add them and
multiply them? Well, 3+4=7, and 3X4=12. We now get by simply applying
the TWO MATH FUNCTIONS, a 7 and a 12, from the great {3} {4}. Now the
ASTRAL-PLANE or the PHASE-2, tells us in the JRSS-decoding system, or
it should if you're half way enlightened to pure truth yo; that we do
this math-function thing TWO TIMES, as in PHASE 2. So we now have a
'7' and a '12'. So adding and multiplying again for the second time
does this: 7+12=19,
and 7X12=84.
Right away; who cannot spot the magical year here of 1984,
besides the great and mighty billing and sales departments, of the
mighty ENTERTAINMENT-WORLD
of BROADCASTERS;
the
great one and only, with or without any WINDING
TWISTY ROUTE-9 ROADS, OR MAGICAL 3-WITCH LADIES OF NIGHTMARES;
COMCAST CABLE
COMPANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But there is more to this story of course. Even at the first PHASE of
this, where
we only use the MATH-FUNCTION 'upping',
if I can quote the LATENGRATE DOCTOR
CARL SAGAN
HERE ONE
TIME,
we get the '7' and the '12', as in BOTH OF THE CALENDRICAL DATES THAT
FOREVER
ALTERED MY ENTIRE LIFE,
YET PERTAINED TO THE VERY SAME ALL
MIGHTY MAGICAL SUPER GODDESS,
SARAH
KRASSLE
BOTH TIMES, AND YES, IN
ALMOST PERFECT INVERTED YEAR NUMBERS
THAT
WOULD BE 1969 AND 1996;
and I speak of the dates of July
12, in 1970,
and then December
7, in 1996.
Changing those two dates to the digital way of writing them based on
the month number and then the day number, July
12 is 7-12,
and December
7 is 12-7.
Now between all of this, and I know there is a ton of other shit as
well; but just with this, and using the JRSS in mathematical and
numerological decoding; we see that indeed, the phasing of entities
down in numeration from the void infinity of PHASE-1, does indeed
speak endless fucking volumes of epitomized truth in all of these
unfathomable items of MORIANITY, spoken of in many ways over and over
again, for a decade and a half on the internet, and before that in
the middle nineteen-nineties, of
the original Morianity
Bible
on CASSETTE TAPE!!!!!!!
Hey Mizz
Margie 1985 Leo
yo, wanna' cut me a damn bwake here, lovely girlfriend and GIRL, Sir
Microsucks Corporation, BRRRRRR?
Yessir
world, the southwestern USA desert area towns and cities are almost
on fire with the summer time heat, so I 'cannaut' complain all that
much here in Florida; lovely Mizz AT&T Blake. I call areas such
as these, during the hotter months of hellish sweat
and misery, by
the word of “SWEC”
and it is very pronounceable toothpaste TOO, huh Sir Mike Sucks? Hey,
it almost sounds like the word 'sweat', but it has a truer meaning
since the initials of the word stand for, SIDE
WALK
EGG
COOKING,
and I know that we all know what that is all about during periods of
long extended torrid summer miseries, in a world of ever rising
temperatures. Of course the climate deniers are clueless to the real
truths, since these types of short term large spiking of temperatures
have absolutely little or hardly anything to do with Global Warming.
I used to be just as stupid about it when I would be stuck in an
endless icy cold winter up north and scoff at the global warming
junk. No more. It
only takes 3-7
degrees of overall
global average alteration in higher temps, to completely wipe out
dozens if not hundreds of super important life-cycles, that when all
is said and done; all completes one huge circle that will totally and
completely end life as we all know it today.
It
does not take a 40 or 60 degree gigantic temp change;
and that is what I always believed as a young person; until I
wised up, and really began to study the situation.
I even remembered how short term things have indeed forever changed.
When I had first moved into Westmont, NJUSAESMWG as a nine and three
quarter year old boy, all of the leaves in the area, and especially
in the large town next to me, Haddonfield, NJ-USA, had a pattern year
after year where the leaves began to change into lovely foliage
colorings and even began dropping off, and I am talking the middle of
August when this would begin and by three weeks later when I was in
school around just past Labor Day in early September, half the leaves
were gone, and I remember how HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE piles of leaves
were gathered up all over the entire area on streets along Park
Avenue, and they were burned, as the practice was done that way back
before the larger pollution concerns began to become more recognized
by the overall society. After I was fully grown in my late teens, and
this was only half a dozen or so years later on, the leaf changing
autumn patterns had totally altered. Year after year as I was early
into puberty and continued through my teen years in age, the leaves
dropped off later and later, and it never cycled back. Unless an
early frost or windy ice storm out of season happened, a good
majority of the leaves began to still be on most of the trees even as
the month of November came to roll around. The year of exception was
late September or early October in 1972 when the area had an out of
season early morning windy ice storm that removed all of the leaves
that year. But other than for that an entirely new cycle had begun,
and this was because of only a very small globally averaged increase
in Fahrenheit Temperatures, BUTTERCHEESE,
and I mean
BIG
ASS BUTT
but
here folks, the currents in the oceans also were altering and making
the news. The one thing that I'm speaking of is the great Gulf
Stream, which actually had moved. This is a current like a large
river that is running right inside of large oceans. When this had
moved, the temperatures and conditions resulting from it, although
not really that recognizable other than for a couple of extra long
and weird three Indian Summer's, in the autumns of 1969 through 1971
in tri-state area, did in fact begin a slow and gradual deviation
from long standing averaged global norms. That is simple truth, and
Al Gore has no more to mother fucking do with it than his nonsensical
crap that I used to hear in the middle nineteen-nineties that HE
INVENTED the goddamn INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How all this fucking shit
gets going is anybody's mother fucking “BEST 'GUEST' GUESS”, YO
lovely
ALMIGHTY
SARAH
NEECY
JEVOVAH
KRASSLE,
PINK
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!
Energy has no gender, folks and folksingers toothpaste TOO, Mike
Sucks!!!!!!!!!!! NO GENDER AT ALL. Still, we live here physically
since our true essence from the Purg has been divided by light speed
squared and we're now dreaming into these fleshy-human
'lifetimes'!!!!!!!!!!
Hardly
anybody in my state of Florida is satisfied with the situation
concerning their lost jobs and inability to get their rightful
unemployment benefits.
I hear them all crying on local news soundbites on almost a fucking
cunt daily basis, and it sickens my stomach to the point of
absolute-HURL!
The
big boys ALWAYS GET THEIRS THOUGH, RIGHT?
If not, then
there is no way the markets would be doing what they are doing
when the entire vast
majority of peeps everywhere are suffering at 1930-DEPRESSION-LEVELS.
It
is called STOCK (BUY-BACKS),
and I know
fully well that the huge monies that the big boys all got out of this
global and national disaster, was 95% or more just funneled right
back into BUY-BACKS, and other wealthy greedy CRIMINAL actions.
This goes way beyond just the old days and old adage of the rich get
richer and the poor get poorer. This is MASTER AND SLAVE, all over
again, and if left unchecked, within twenty years, and IPYT people,
we who have a TNW (total net worth) of under half a million USD
(bucks), are going to become total and absolute slaves of our wealthy
billionaire masters. No longer will skin color be an issue, and that
TOO, I promise you all, and hey, mark my words, as am I not just
about right ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME, YO??????? America was
sold out and Reagan
and his Reaganomics
were
90+% responsible for it all going this way.
The antitrust laws are useless and worthless and the
CORPORATION is now an entity that has absolutely no loyalty to
country,
America or otherwise, and all they want is ABSOLUTE
GLOBAL DOMINATION,
and a mother fucking tiny retarded child is capable of seeing these
great truths, so why then don't they, or anyone else either? Well,
this brings us all right back into the subject of MIND-CONTROL, the
total manipulation and domination and influence and control over not
only our lives, but our VERY MINDS, and this one advertising scum
system that exists now is one huge evil and demonic part of the
entire thing! Even the benign seeming things are all a part of this
miserable rotten fucking bullshit. I am literally wearing out the
batteries on my TV-Remote Control changing stations back and forth to
get rid of this monster sicko junk that comes on all over the place,
even things that if you don't understand it, I am telling you, it is
all a propaganda of sick whacked out control freaks who want to OWN
OUR MINDS, 100 mother fucking percent, AND
I WILL NOT CAVE FOR THESE PRICK EATING SHITS!!!!!!
Even that new stupid total garbage song, “BETTER
DAYS”
with that horrible overly catchy junky tune and fake trashy message
that things are great or will be, when the entire world is nothing
but one HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
TOTAL FUCKING PILE OF D-O-G-T-O-W-N CUBED-CUBAN AND RESQUARED
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
two new racial incidents with blacks
being killed by white-power hater scum like Mark
Dirtball Zimmerman,
who started the entire thing back in 2012 when he shot and murdered
poor little Mister teen Treyvon Martin; and
I know it would just erupt from there,
because I am very sensitive to sociological changing world systems.
That stupid ass song makes me SICK TO MY GUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would
rather be fucking tortured and die horribly in a canyon fire
somewhere than listen to that rotten stupid thing ONE MORE TIME.
There NEVER will be better days again, NEVER, and we are ALL
ABOUT TO BECOME THE SLAVES OF THE NEW MASTERS OF CENTURY-21, THE
BILLIONAIRES,
and why? Because NO
ONE CHOSE TO LISTEN TO THE PROPHET WHO TRIED TO STOP IT ALL FROM
COMING,
MARK
MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's fucking cunt YYYYYYYYYYYYY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
did not forget the other day, to get into the 'faked speaks' of
myself, at Robin Hill, at Cifaloglio, and other places and times. It
will be delved into because it is so beyond major that no words can
ever hope to give it real true justice. The main three times that I
ran the 'fake
out experiments',
to see what the MILITUFORCE
would do if they actually believed that something they heard me say
in my bugged up car or home or whatever, was really true and real,
and may even endanger them, or something pertaining to them, in some
small or large way; is the poison cigarette experiment of fake-speak
at 506 Robin Hill in the springtime of 1984 right after Trump pulled
his Jerry Hammonton Texaco deal and fucked up my automobile forever
when all I wanted to do was to come to gamble in his brand newly
built Atlantic
City Trump Plaza Hotel-Casino.
Then there was the most recent time at my Cifaloglio job in the
summer time in 2009 while I was under my Stockholm Kidnapping
hellishness with the great King Washcloth Clan from DOGTOWN, leading
to Trump nearly losing it when he flew at supersonic speeds on his
private Trump-Helicopter from Manhattan to Atlantic City to see what
Leticia and I would do and if we really would go over to the Harrah's
place to END THE WORLD. There was also the PLAYBOY BUNNY incident in
late 1981 somewhere, where I had a secret arrangement with my mother
and we faked a conversation where suddenly I was telling her that my
friend Jim Burr was planning to move into the apartment below us in
UNIT #1801, and was going to come to the rental-office on Monday, as
it was Saturday when I did this, and that he wanted to move right in.
I was absolutely convinced that because it had been vacant for more
than three months, it was being used as a surveillance place to
observe my movements and listen in. Right after doing this, I went to
my job as a guard in Camden at McAndrews & Forbes, and when I
came back again, a light was on in the bedroom, and one of the two
maintenance men and a friend of the Playboy Bunny, was in there
moving furniture around, David, not Dennis, and then that horrible
nightmare evil girl moved in on that very next night, Sunday night.
Jim Burr had no intentions of ever moving in there, and was not even
aware that I was faking this incident with my mom so that enemies
would hear me and react to it, AND THEY OF COURSE DID JUST THAT! But
another FAKE-SPEAK for sake of WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES to hear, was
also done around the same time as the fake talk with my mom about Jim
moving in, and was done a few months after the bunny slut did move
in. I have tried and tried to pull up the exact time, but I have been
blocked out due to hyperspace-action. You can call it a senior
moment
or early Alzheimer
Disease
if you want, but
I know better.
I did this about four times, and again, it could have been three or
five times, and this too has been grayed out inside of my usual and
more normal completely great and perfect memory recall of my past. I
faked that I had built a small nuclear reactor, and was making
setting alterations, moving small and totally benign little objects
around that were atop of my clothes dresser in my apartment bedroom
at 1802 Robin Hill, and no, not Robinnette Microsucks, as you must be
confusing my first stay at 1802 with my 3rd
and final stay there, where I met ADA Ron Wirtz Senior at the CCPO on
5
December of 1989,
just a week and a day before lovely
Taylor Swift
was born, but still Lenny sir, leading to the greatest law show ever
on television, at least IMHO of course peeps, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An
illegal super loud motorcycle just went by my apartment here as I
typed out the previous sentence at 7:09 PM!
WOW 2 THAT! Exactly why I did this thing with the faked reactor had
to do with very complicated shit with the enemies and in those times,
I knew something was out there and yes, fucking with me; and Jim and
I were calling it my
family curse back then,
or actually, Jim's favorite expression was that I
was the victim of extremely heavy Satanic oppression due to some wild
whatever-thing back somewhere in my family,
and that is either a perfect quote or a damn near one!!!!
Now
the fake-speaks were one thing, but the absolute hugest thing in my
opinion anyway, that happened to me as a direct result of faking
something that I truly and totally believed was being listened by
WHATEVER-WHOEVER enemy of mine, and that being, the FAKE
NUKE REACTOR,
built and being tested in my apartment. As stated, I had no such
thing, but it put the fear of the gods into something or somebody, as
because after this happened over a one or two week period, the
PLAYBOY
BUNNY
began throwing super wild parties, every single week, with the
entire Atlantic City mafia, and Playboy Elsinore Hotel Casino, and a
dozen huge limousines would all park all over the place, every single
weekend and it lasted all weekend long.
Right before it all happened, I will admit saying to my mother that
when I told you Jim
Burr
was coming to the office to try and live in the place below us, I
also said in my FAKE-SPEAK that I was planning to call the FBI, and
demand to know if I am under surveillance. Hey I was a kid of 26 or
27 or whatever, so what did I know about life? As if I could demand a
damn fucking thing to the FBI for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But between
all of these things, and I'll never know what all of it was about,
but I do know that the fake nuke reactor and pretending to be in
trouble for not being able to lower the core temperature of a rod,
did in fact cause me some serious lifelong pain. Exactly why I did
the fake out of having this small reactor is way too lengthy to even
start exploring on this blog today, but I promise, I'll be getting
into it all, as nothing about any of this is small and therefore, I
need to see just what may tie into this or that here and there, as I
do in fact proceed along, in telling huge new powerful things about
Astral
Viqueen PHASE 2 & 4 character and 'TPB-book' of 1994 major
character, Mizz
Julia-Jewelly WHITE!!!
The entire US © COPYRIGHT OFFICE knows that JIM PRATT the character
of my “TPB” 1994 book, is actually, Jim Burr, and the reason they
have to know it is the same reason that anyone who ever goes there to
do a search on any and all of this, will also know it. I sent them a
taped copy on Halloween Day of 1994 of my master file of the book
that I dictated on cassette tapes, a total of '24' C-90 tapes. When I
went to listen to my book one day a year later or so, I realized that
one time in the dictation, I said, purely accidentally, OR DID I in
the magical STM of the JRSS quantum reality of lip-slips, “JIM
BURR”
rather than “JIM
PRATT”,
and I never corrected it. Just as I once said the name “SARAH
KRASSLE”
on that same book, and there is a record of that too of course, as a
result. I may have said and think I did in fact, SARAH
KRASSE
rather than Krassle,
as this is another complex issue pertaining to a wild psychic
experience that I had shortly following the chain-steal dream and
Russ
Thaxton
burning
my Book of the Beach,
early
in 1970,
and yes, it involves what else but TELEVISION
ADVERTISING.
It was a commercial
for eyeglasses,
and I know the story has been told a couple of times on my blogs,
back
in early days of them from NO
JOYSEY.
For now there simply is no need for me to reiterate it alligators and
it ALL, MIKE
SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A strange and bizarre weird hack just happened, while I attempted to
make those exclamation marks as shown above, at 7:29 PM. WOW
2 THAT, lovely BIG-O!!!!!!!!!!!!
In any case people, my
1983
outlandish and mysterious medical
condition
that came on me suddenly at
precisely half past ten at night
on my exact 28 and one half year semi-birthday of 4
June;
is all absolutely
and totally connected with VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE
and all things about her, pertaining to her, and surrounding both her
and the WASHCLOTH
CLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know this as sure as I know that day becomes night and night becomes
day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yo, I'll tell you all another thing with that
same fucking amount of quintessential sureness. Patty and Merry are
as rapped up in all of this as five million Christmas presents all
combined, and with or without one of lovely Mizz Hollister's close
friends from the nineteen-seventies from
WAY up north!!!!!!!
So HO HO HO HO HO HO AND HA HA HA HA AND AHA-AHA-AHA AHA, MCNULTY
SIR!!!!!!!
Jewelly
White
is all throughout endless zillions of deals everywhere. I seriously
doubt that on my
great and ultra talented daughter's DVD 2009 project,
that incident in the LISA-DYFIS office, 'TEE
HEE HEE',
was any coincidence at all. You know, with the 'WHITE,
WEISS' deal.
But hey, if
you can live with endless thousands of coincidences people out here,
and keep believing that I am not for real, unlike
the book burners
of the world, or maybe one of them, who claims on the 'WFMU' PAGE
that I
AM FOR REAL/E,
well then, as Mashell Daniels said so well back in 1980; right
peeps??? Who needs to hear the same old shit again, yo BRRRRR???
Jewelly White runs through it all, and you all ain't
heard one percent yet of mother fucking Al Jolson's marvelous and
endlessly GREAT SONG,
IPYT, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is so much more to come that it
would take up five hundred entire Britannica Encyclopedia's. So I
have to slowly and carefully keep figuring out the best ways to tell
it all yet compress it to where someone just may listen to a mother
fucking word or ten of it all. Oh
FUCK YOUR GODDAMN 'ALLIgators', 'MICrosucks' 'CORPoration'!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And
this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a
version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes,
and now, the great United States © Office
has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical
Projects sent down to them from my House Of
Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do
you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you
can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr
has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every
time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly
to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two
things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the
next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT, lovely Mizz
Winfrey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!
AND
WE END ON THE DEVILS NUMBER OF PAGE 66 OF 66, LIKE WO WO WO WO WO SIR
BILLY HARNER, SPEAKING OF THE YEAR 2,000 AND GREAT MISTER MUSCLEMAN
CHESTER-FRANK'S GREAT WEEEEEEEE'S, YO!
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 religion 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 was the old stomping ground
area of the now also Latengrate, Sir Kenny Countrymusicman
Rogers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
GREAT
MISTER TRUMP
SAYS ON TWITTER, THAT LOOTING LEADS TO SHOOTING BUT HE DOES NOT SAY
ANOTHER PART OF HUGE TRUTH, SO I WILL: THE INJUSTICE DONE TO AFRICAN
AMERICANS FOR 400 YEARS AND THE INJUSTICE DONE TO ALL POOR FRAIL AND
OR HELPLESS VICTIMS OF TYRANNY AND OPPRESSION BY ANY KING OR EMPIRE
OR NATION, IS THE REAL TRUE EVIL, AND OUR WONDERFUL AMERICAN
EXPERIMENT IS DOOMED NOW, AND IT REALLY IS TOO LATE. JUST MARK MY
WORDS, CUZZ!!!
HEY
FBI; SOME DIRTBAG HACKER, HACKED
OFF ME' SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM,
ON ME' CUM-PUKE-HER!!!!!
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