MARK
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2020
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AND
FEELING AT OR SLIGHTLY OVER A BUCK!
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MY BLOGS:
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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YESSIR
MOTHER FUCKING WORLD, LEAVE IT TO THOSE NUMERICAL DATES FILLED WITH
ALL OF MOSTLY (ZERO AND TWO DIGITS), JUST AS TOLD OF ON MANY PRIOR
BLOGS OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN!
AND
YOU WON'T FUCKING CUNT EATING GET AT ME ON THIS BLOG, JANE
WITCHBITCH. I HAVE USED TEN PAGES OF COLOR-ENTER-LINES TAKING ME WELL
PAST PAGE ELEVEN; YOU DAMN ASS MISERABLE ROTTEN SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE
FROM 1993!!!!!!!!! 'SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT' MOTHER
FUCKERS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL
MOTHER FUCKERS; JUST AS I HAVE PREACHED FOR
FIFTEEN CUNT EATING YEARS ON THIS MOUNTAINPEN
BLOG NOW, TODAY WAS NO
EXCEPTION AT ALL TO THE NON-ENDING
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY HELLISHNESS THAT I WILL OBVIOUSLY BE
FORCED TO SUFFER THROUGH UNTIL I
CAN FIND A WAY INTO THAT LOVELY AND ALL
ENCOMPASSING MAGICAL REALM OF DEATH!
TODAY
WAS TOTALLY QUIET UNTIL ABOUT EIGHTEEN MINUTES PAST THREE OF THE
CLOCK, WHEN THIS NEW SHIT FROM PAID OFF ENEMY MISTER S—K MEXICO,
BEGAN RUTHLESSLY ASSAULTING ME IN HERE, BUT WE ARE NOW BACK TO THAT
HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKING DOUBLE-BUBBLE ELECTRONICS ASSAULT ON ME AS
WELL. YESSIR MOTHER FUCKERS, SIMULTANEOUSLY TO THE 'MN ASSUALT' NEXT
DOOR IN UNIT #605, CAME A POWERFUL COMCAST-CABLE SERVICE HACK. FIRST
THE AUDIO SIGNAL WAS TOTALLY HACKED FOR MANY HOURS, UNTIL I UNPLUGGED
EVERTYTHING, AND THEN PAINSTAKINGLY PLUGGED IT ALL BACK TOGETHER, AND
BROKE WHATEVER HACK THEY DID TO ME; BUT I AM
GONNA' REPORT THIS VANDALISM ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME TODAY, TO
THE COMCAST PEEPS, AND SEND AN ADDITIONAL REPORT TO THE
FEDERAL AUTHORITIES; FCC, BPU, AND ALL GOVERNING AND
REGULATORY FEDERAL AUTHORIETES, YO; AND
YOU CAN ALL FUCKING CUNT BANK ON THAT ONE! IPYT mother
fucking scum, which includes and any all TRUMP HENCHMEN and FOOT
SOLDIERS, OF THE MILITUFORCE!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 7:41 PM, ON 20 MAY, 2020:
MAY
20-20-20----SUPER DIGITAL NEW BOTBAR HELLISHNESS ON THE MOUNTAINPEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
WORST DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ALSO ALL PERSONS AND
FORCES BEHIND THIS WORST DEATH ASSAULT EVER, ON THIS 20 MAY OF 2020,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
So
now I'm mother fucking back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, and DAWN-MARIE
KING to getting that DOUBLE
BUBBLE DEATH SIEGE OF HAVING {THE
B-O-T-H} OF THESE CUNT CHEWING
HARASSMENT'S HAPPEN SIMULTANEOUSLY TO ME AGAIN, AND
AFTER THIS HAD MOTHER FUCKING DICK LICKING HALTED FOR A WHITTLE
GODDAMN ASS WHILE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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GREAT LADS & LASSIES; this was just about the ABSOLUTE WORST MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING DAY, THAT I HAVE EVER HAD TO “GO THROUGH”; 'MISTER TRUMP'; SO THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR VELY NICE AND WONDERFUL HELLISH NIGHTMARE ASSAULTS ON PATHETIC ELDERLY ME. MUST MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE THE TOTAL ULTIMATE MOTHER FUCKING JAGGOFF HERO, YO, TO PICK ON LITTLE DEFENSELESS SPECIAL-ED KID ME, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Boy do I feel sorry for that nice lady Ambassador from great awesome Ukraine, yo BROADCASTED BRO! Yes, it was about three minutes shy of four, and the time the stock markets close in America, for that globally, and perhaps even galactically famous, DOW JONES! I had not been able to listen to the audio on my TV system, for the entire time after publishing my prior blog and going through hell with Mister MN-Mexico from unit #605 without a very loud hum sound in the background. Also, the volume levels were cut in half somehow all of a sudden on any and all stations, and this was what was obviously causing the HUM-NOISE, that had no busy being there, when I pay more than $200.00 monthly for my VERY FUCKING CRAPPY ASS COMCAST CABLE SERVICE; oh great Federal Communications Commission, oh great Board of Public Utilities; and oh wonderful American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) yo!!!!!
When
the music siege began and I had shortly posted up both my blog
chapter 100 number, as well as me PV stats blog, 'TWC' showed a local
temperature of 92 degrees, with a 47% humidity; making
the heat index reach 100 degrees, and matching
my BLOG CHAPTER NUMBER, so imagine
THAT!!!!! Yes peeps, when a super fucking demonic type of
day hits me, the weather is just about mirror image reflected at me
with similar patterns each and every time, yo yo yo yo yo BRRRR!
These temperatures are more normal for Fort Pierce in about three to
five weeks from now, but oh well; here
comes DIGITAL JANE AND HER BOTBAR CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, here is what happened after I couldn't make the sound work so
as to at least buffer the noise from that monster Mexican prick next
door to me who has told me in no uncertain terms to go to fucking
cunt hell, and that he is going to blare his music, and that there's
nothing that I can do about it:!!!!!!! I decided to go on some
errands that I was saving for Friday, just to get me the mother
fuckign Christless shit swallowing hell (DOGTOWN)
out of the apartment. I drove to my doctor to find out why the
Walgreen's Pharmacy is not
calling me to come and pickup a prescription vitamin, D3-2,000 Mg. He
was going to give me this for my weakening thinning bones, and so
that I would not have to bear the expense of the vitamin over the
counter. But Walgreen's wasn't having any
part of it. If I want it, I pay for
it over the counter. Both they and those rotten dirty desk
junky-jockey nurse-aids working for Dock Jar
were sort of mocking me again, just the way they did on that day back
in late April that I have already told and blogged about, when it
occurred. The HUGE HOLOGRAM SURROUNDING
MY IMMEDIATE PROXIMITY today was NIGHT AND MOTHER FUCKING DAY
DIFFERENT, from the hologram surrounding me back on yesterday,
when everything was great, and wonderful, and peaceful; and no
hostility-holograms had been activated, by those mother
fucking dirt bag MILITUFORCE subskummite
toilet water drinking shit swallowing pricks, yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe some day some way, some mother
fucking prick out here will have the COMMON
CUNT EATING DECENCY, to just inform me WHY
I AM BEING TREATED LIKE TOTAL ABSOLUTE SHIT, AS A GOOD LOYAL MONEY
PAYING CUSTOMER OF JOINTS LIKE WALGREENS, AND SO MANY SIMILAR DEALS
OUT THERE, DECADE IN AND DECADE OUT, WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS GETTING THIS
BEYOND MONSTROUS MOTHER FUCKING MISTREATMENT, YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! But of
course, we all KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT IS GOING ON,
AM I 'NAUT' RIGHT, lovely
Mizz AT&T BLAKE of 1983??????????????????????????????
Yessir
peeps, yesterday was super great and quiet, with nio hostile hologram
surrounding my proximity whatsoever! The DJIA STOCK MARKET went down
nearly four hundred points toothpaste TOO, Mister Annoying mother
fucking MIKE SOFT!!!!!!!!! Today, it gained back all that it lost
yesterday, AND MOR, closing way up to more than 400 points. How much
convincing do any of you rotten turds out here need for crying out
louder than mother fucking Christ on the goddamn asshole tortured
cross????????? Jesus Lord; when can I
yell fucking out here, “IT IS FINISHED”, because this goddamn
mother fucking CHOSEN HUNTINGTON is losing his mother fucking cunt
huffing mind, yo BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! My errands took me
to the doctor first, then over to the local Staples Store for some
new white-OUT bottles, since me' old shit was ruined by HOME-INVASION
M2F ENEMY FAWCES, and WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?????????????? Then after leaving
the store, I went over to the Chinese takeout place for another take
out six dollar dinner. There were some wild and weird characters in
the Chinese place. Like WOW, lovely Mizz Winfrey,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The latengrate Sir Larry Welk said it all on
his marvelous television shows long ago, “Wonderful, wonderful”,
and he seemed to be the true Welsh inventor of the yes abnd the Noah
that once only the dumb ass kids used to say, and now even the
asshole grownups all follow this silly stupid lame junk-English, huh
Lizzy Highness. WOW what a kiss that WashCLOTHS WAS, and go screw
yourself Mister MicroSUCKS, sir, willya'????????? After leaving the
take out place, I put the pork fried rice into the trunk to keep it
nice and toasty ass fucking hot, and then I drove to the local
gasoline station for ten bucks of super gas. I placed my last bottle
of Advance Auto Fuel Cleaner into the tank and then put in the good
stuff. My old jalopy has almost 90.1 kilo-miles on it and needs to
fed the good shit every so often. ME' BLACK HAT
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MISERABLE CUM-PUKE-HER
HACKERS ARE WEELWEE AT IT TODAY, AND HAVE BEEN AGAIN LATELY;
WITH THEIR 'VELY VELY' NON-MCDOWELL 1972 ANNOYING SPACE-BAR-HACK ON
ME, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY
PEEPS, THERE ARE GONNA' BE SOME REAL MOTHER FUCKING SORRY ASSHOLES
OUT HERE, FOR THIS HORRENDOUS 2020 DEATH SIEGE;
SO LET ME START OUT WITH A WEE BIT MORE RAT-TAT
TATTLES, AND PHONE CALLER ID NON-CALLIO
ANNOYERS, OF THE BRAXTON FAN CLUB,
OF THE EARLY CENTURY TIMES!!!!!!!!
BOY OH BOY OH BOY!
Most
of you know that I worked as a guard, at the Pennsylvania
Landfill, right near Tulleytown,
back in the summer time in 2002
and in the very beginning of 2003; before being transferred across
the Delaware River, to the Griffin Pipe
Company. One of the security officers was married to a
very beautiful girl who had very serious mental troubles, and
without, as Detective Lenny Briscoe
calls it, her 'sanity juice', or psych
meds taken faithfully every single morning; she would become both
Barnabas Collins and Christopher Jennings at the same time, and then
to boot, she might have totally believed herself to be some Russian
spy, and she would have no compunction about stabbing or shooting
someone to death, any time, any place. Once upon a time, these types
of folks were PUT THE FUCK AWAY, but the
great and vely illustrious Sir James Earl
Carter, our 39th
United States President, changed all that forever. She had a
friend, some wild dude who she met before marrying the security guard
whom I knew at this landfill. He too, without
Lenny's SANITY JUICE; would at any time, go completely off the
reservation, and become part of the R2D2 Star Wars crew and would
start swinging laser swords made out of plastic, and screaming for
his great friend, Princess Leah. This friend would come over to visit
with us every once in a while. He told me when fully medicated one
day; how a friend of his friend, another really out there patient;
had been recently talking to the lady who
now I know and remember as the great Patricia
Hollister. She wanted to bring the greatest female recording
artist in history so far, Mariah Carey,
over to the place late one night, and the two of them were going to
go up to the top of the 'trash-mountain' there, and then after PHHH
did some wild mystical chant, and ate some weird grouping of foods
along with MC, or so I was told; they would go to this other area
nearby to a truck gate, where late at night, lovely “legendary
Bloody Mary” had indeed been sighted from time to time,
by reliable sources, in that exact wooded area near the man built
lake. At the time, none of this even mattered to me in the slightest
wee whittle way. In fact, in real honest truth, it doesn't matter to
me one bit now either, but it needs to get said. This all went down
just over a year before I ever was employed there, and was after my
pal, Sir Dave Roth, got me that job; after those computer enemies got
me fired at the TECKNEON FURNITURE place, for reporting their
illegal activities on the weekends back on Labor Day, right before
the TWIN TOWERS were struck by those two horrible mother fucking
airplanes, in Manhattan! Now this story is quite major, and for right
now, I am stopping, so as to be able to try and unwind and relax just
a wee tiny whittle tad bit, from a horrific cunt lapping BOTBAR
DAY FROM EARTHLY-DOGTOWN!!!!!!!! But yes, this is before many
great JRSS AUGUSTS happened as a result of the Bloody Mary incident
near Tulleytown, or so I was told by extremely reliable sources, but
hey, if they're wrong, then they're fucking ass wrong, yo! I
mean seriously peeps, what can either JAYJAY EVANS or I say here,
without doing any cool and wild mustache twirling for
crying out totally loudspeaker fucking loud? Jesus Christ all fucking
mighty, yo????!!!!????
'THE
END', AND STINKING TO THE BRIDGE!
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
MAY 20, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 6:7
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Yesterday
afternoon I went to me' PCP-doctor over near the great and renown
hospital known throughout this marvelous county and far beyond, as
the Hotel Eagles Cali Horse Pistol and AKA the Lawnwood Regional
Medical Center. I thought that all of Dogtown was going to break
loose, and guess what folks and FOLKSINGERS alike, and you as well
Mister Microsucks Corporation Spellchecker System, FOR ONCE I WAS
ABSOLUTELY INCORRECT, WRONG, OUT OF TUNE WITH REALITY, AND TOTALLY
OFF BASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It went off as smoothly as an ultra comfy
expensive ladies glove would slip so gently off of her proverbial
wrist. Still, lovely LIGHTNING
was around and just a tad bit off in the distance, sort of keeping
watch and making sure that things stayed that way, you know, nice and
peaceful and quiet, without the normal quintessential hellishness
that normally surrounds me' proximity no matter what I do or where I
go, during times of death-hell such as EVER SINCE LAST SUMMER IN THE
YEAR OF 2019!!!!!!!!!!!! Mister Esolph and his famous fables would be
chiming in right about now should the dude be in here while I type
this out to the world, “And that's that”!
Of course this would undoubtedly translate into slightly more modern
era times as far as he would be concerned, and spoken by many peeps,
of whom Sir Ziggy Malyeska was one of them in the year of 1969, and
this would be, “That's the way it goes”!
So, either-or, as we all might say, yo!
I
hear the term that describes the mental illness of those with
'APA'-diagnosed 'schizophrenia' quite often now, and mostly on IMHO
anyway, the greatest news and press service in the entire global
media system, the great Cable Network
News, “MAGICAL THINKING”! They are
just about always if NAUT always, referring to OUR so-called 'great
and wonderful' President Donald John
Trump, the Almighty Never-does-anything-wrong-EVER,
45th
United States President. To me the real magical thinking
is all of this great and fantastic media not truly seeing and or
realizing in full force, that this so-called grown adult, is really
an EIGHT YEAR OLD CHILD
FROM THE UNFATHOMABLE ASTRAL-PLANE
BRIGGBASE, where he is the MASTER-CONTROLLER there in
charge of all operations of the ONE-THIRD ASTRAL POLITICAL FORCE of
minority power, that comprises one third of the inconceivable Astral
Political System that is referred to as the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”.
Also if anyone bothers to archive these blogs, long before the
wonderful President Obama ever predicted the onslaught of the
SUPER-BUG'S newest attack on humanity half a decade ago and well
before Mister Trump ever threw his hat into the 2016 elections in the
middle of the 2015 year, Morianity and the MOUNTAINPEN also told MANY
MANY MANY MANY MANY incredible truths concerning the ASTRAL-PLANE and
this nightmare dude there who goes by the name of Shorty MacInvondi,
Master-Controller of the Briggbase in the Province of Olympia, in
Purgatory. Purgatory is one and the same thing as the ASTRAL PLANE.
The Catholic concept is the closest to the truth, as only they use
the word of PURGATORY. There of course, they don't use it, but they
all know that on the lower Physical Plane, humanity does eventually
come into play and they do use the term, or some of them, such as
mainly the great Roman Catholic (RC) CHURCH (CH-UR-CH), as in CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON, YOU ARE CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, as if the point was not
absolutely sufficient the first time, it needed to be, at least for
JRSS purposes, reiterated a second time! But back to the point about
“Schizophrenia”, and MAGICAL THINKING. What this is boils down to
the LAWTRONIC REALITY of the PHASE-4, and if you study Morianity, way
more than a decade ago on the original New Jersey Blogs from 2006
through 2009 inclusive in time circa; I, the Mountainpen, went to
painstaking fucking lengths to describe the four phases of Void
Infinity or zero-dimension, Astral Reality out beyond that or the
Purgatory, the blown out 5th dimensional hyperspace after
the so-called BIG BANG leading to the timed nuclear program of all of
us today here on the Earth-Planet all so nicely evolved into what and
where we presently are or seem to be, and finally the violators of
the LAWTRRONIC system who do all that they can to come into these
hyperspace dreams of Phase-3-humanity in ways not permitted by the
Lawtronic Programmed BIG BANG system of hyperspace, and thus become
'magically' if you will, turned into the imagination and the
fantasy's of already existing Phase-3 human beings who write
fictional characters and related stuff, for a living, in Hollywood,
or other places in the Entertainment-World. Nothing new at all is
existing regarding the 4-PHASES of reality, or the PHASE-4 BEINGS
that arise from the realm of magic thinking, if you will. This was
all told about in great detail on very early MORIANITY, from back up
in the land of the north country that is AKA the great and sorrowful,
at least for poor whittle me, NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!! None of this had, nor
presently has, any connections at all whatsoever to the current
circumstances that pertain to this nightmare and horrific GLOBAL
PANDEMIC OF CORONAVIRUS!!!!!!!!!!!
That is either a 'coincidence', or maybe it is another Hammonton Road
'Intentional' 1994 car crash from MEXICAN MILITUFORCE ENEMIES that I
seem to have so many of here, and perhaps stemming from that wild
August 1986 interaction in the 'other' non-Harrah Casino ATLANTIC
CITY, that led to all of this post 8-15-1986 super nightmare hell!
You know what I mean everybody, another DESERT SHIELD, DESERT STORM,
DONNA SUMMER GASME GODS GAME of the MIND CONTROLLED GOVERNMENT POWERS
of which is dominated as well as originating from, always and
forever, the MILITUFORCE!
Well,
that rotten Mizz Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Sleazeweedsdisease
WITCHBITCH lady of exercise and BASEBALL-PARKS OF 1993,
came another whisper's edge from nailing me again. This very page now
is indeed page eleven of eleven, but right before it changed at the
end of page ten, I realized that my absent minded mother fucking
stupid ass MIND CONTROLLED MILITUFORCE MIND
was HACKED AGAIN by them, magical thinking OR NAUT, LOVELY
MIZZ 1983 AT&T BLAKE; and I would have been NAILED AND
SCREWED TO DOGTOWN FOR THE DAY, if naut
for me suddenly realizing thissssssss and yes lovely
Erica Snakes, also of 1983 and the great AMC Soap Show, and
taking painstaking quick action so as to prevent my being struck by
that horrendous non Astral 'Groupation' of ONE-DIGITS that signify
and endlessly mother fucking represent “BOTBAR”
for me, due to the LIFE CHARTS and groupations
of ONES on them, when me' days were ONE
FUCKING BOTBAR AFTER ANOTHER, throughout the entire time that
they were being so meticulously kept by me, from July of 1982 through
approximately that same time of the year, in 1996, a horrendous
fourteen years of epitomized nightmares on steroids and their
pictorial graphed reflections of endless dick licking DOOM! Yes
mah'm Jane; real real funny what
you did to me at the baseball game in 1993, ya' rotten miserable
witch, you! The lovely huge-titted Mizz Sheila
'Hair Ragnirado' Franklin said it all, and says it totally
best forever and ever: “Oh real funny, funny
funny funny Burger”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't fucking
resurrect now Donna Gaines, and
Sir Lasserrus, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze. TANKS! And thank you for NOTHING,
MOTHER FUCKING WORTHLESS MICROSUCKS
HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER
for naut helping me spell the great biblical back from the grave dude
and great pal of me' 61st grand-pop's Uncle J. So a great
big Shoeknockeroutter Muscleman Chester-Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
for us all, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
it is time to get into why I am just like Donald
Trump, when it comes to HATING THE
MEDIA SO MUCH! I don't like powerful controllers who force
anything on people who don't have an equal opportunity to speak their
peace back at them, no matter HOW MUCH
SO-CALLED TRUTH they supposedly are bringing to the public.
And then I don't like people who hurt me just because I exposed one
of their peeps for doing a very horrible nasty
thing in 1978 but never had to be taken to task for it, while
concentrically, I have never been able to even
so much as spit out a piece of gum, without practically being
treated like a total hardened felon from a maximum security federal
prison! I do not exaggerate here, but anyone who wishes to
think I lie or I am just a nut case whack job, will go right on with
their beliefs and there's not one mother fucking thing that I can
ever do to change that! But it goes lots deeper than what Mizz Chung
did in a dirty magazine one day in September 1978, oh world of the
STAG! You see, I am just as much NOT a Democrat as I am NOT a
Republican, because both of these major parties have too many things
that incorporate them, that I am vehemently opposed to. I'll make it
so simple a first grade school kid can follow along. I could never be
a Republican because they want only affluent people of wealth to
prosper, and they base it on a powerful scripture that I find even
loving 'GOD' quite difficult to do, because
I don't agree with GOD on the issue. I speak of the ten
talents and how GOD seems to hate the poor too, upon careful study of
the scriptures. If that is not quintessential fucking cunt unfairness
on steroids, please somebody out here, show me then WHAT WOULD BE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also could never be a Democrat, because much as
they definitely do love the poor and downtrodden, they really do want
total and absolute governmental, as well as major sociological
control over the citizenry; and if they had their way, I
mean 100% TOTAL CONTROL, over how we think, let along all
the other things in this human fucking experience called physical
material life! So in this very basic nutshell folks, does that make
me something else politically such as an Independent? Well, the way I
understand it, agreeing with some issues of each major party as well
as disagreeing with some issues of each major party, does not
necessarily make someone an INDEPENDENT in the world of Political
Science. I am not an expert by any fucking means on the subject of
Political, or for that matter Sociological Science; so I cannot in
any real meaningful way, speak further here on these blogs, on these
topics. When I don't know shit, I will tell you right up front, “I
don't mother fucking goddamn know it, yo”, and
THAT'S THAT, Mister Esolph. The fucking MEDIA has total control over
people, AND DON'T YOU THINK THEY DON'T,
peeps! One and I mean ONE system seems to be
behind ALL OF ADVERTISING, as discussed before on many of me'
blogs, just over the past two years. How do I know this? Simple!
Every single ad out there follows an exact SYSTEM of numerous things
that brains such as mine PICK UP ON, even if all of yours out here,
DO NAUT, LOVELY MIZZ 1983 BLAKE OF THE
PHONE COMPANY'S ANNOYANCE CALLER BUREAU,
MAH'M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, without for right now today getting
into the very specifics of this, I will further ad that THEY use
their powerful media platforms to control society, and I
HATE THEM FOR THAT, and yes, our marvelous fucking
president DOES KNOW THIS POWERHOUSE TRUTH,
and hates it too!!!!!!!!!!! For THAT, I do not blame him one
bit!!!!!!!! Ever since the fourth day of June in 1983, rather than be
on my side, and have one tiny fucking wee iota bit of sympathy for my
choking condition, that magically came upon me while living in Atco,
NJUSAESMWG that night at half past ten of the clock; knowing
fully well that both MY DAUGHTER AND I HAVE SOME WILD SIMILAR SHIT
GOING ON WITH US, and all they have done throughout this
entire nightmare, is either poke fun at me
about it, basicly calling me a liar,
deluded, a magical thinking mentally sick schizophrenic, and or on
and on, with countless items of hurtful
and totally derogatory dogshit. Then they go on to use their
great power of sociological control and ultimate soapbox platform
technology of a sort if you will, to SHAPE
THINGS. What do I mean by
shaping things, well I will say it without saying it, as they will
get it, and I won't have to hurt anyone else, BUT THEY WILL GET THE
MESSAGE LOUD AND CLEAR, right Camden County
Prosecutor's Office of 1991, and Sir ADA Ron Wirtz
Senior?????????????? And folks, this is only one example of
how THESE POWERFUL GIANTS OF THOUGHT AND MIND
CONTROL, DO IN FACT ENDLESSLY SHAPE THINGS, and Trump's base
is very sick and tired of that as well as the endless cousin truth to
it, known as POLITICAL CORRECTNESS,
the hugest tool of control in the bag of left
wing goals. Now again, I hate any and all right
wing shit just as much, as they make no bones whatsoever about
their agendas, motives, and goals of taking over the country with
their BILLY CLUB and WALL STREET,
(Billionaires Club), and literally turning the rest of us
UNFORTUNATES into nothing but absolute mother
fucking helpless SLAVES, forever!
I do not exaggerate these powerhouse major truths in any way, shape,
or form, but back to SHAPING STUFF. I know for a fact that powerful
peeps believed that I was going to launch a full
on TELL ALL, concerning the KING FAMILY as well as the
branches that go all the goddamn way to my
daughter. More importantly, they thought that I was going
to discuss a forbidden taboo topic that I never did, nor plan to; but
they were taking no chances. So they took a topic that up until about
two or three years ago or so, was absolutely completely taboo; and
suddenly brought it into the limelight and for once, making it okay
to have the problem, even right down to the sudden and incessant
advertising of certain medications. This was all to lighten or lessen
the blow about my daughter, should I have
turned traitor several years ago, and blabbed! But me' PERNT,
Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens is
none other than mother fucking thisssssssssss:!!! THEY, MISS
ALICE L&O SIMONELI, INDEED “HAVE
ALL THE POWER”, and “WE DON'T”,
Mister David
Loud-arguments-at-security-guard-houses-Roth,
am I right sir?????????
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Yessir
folks and world, I have that mighty conversation all recorded
for a lot more than mother fucking posterity, at the
great one and only illustrious United States © Copyright Office,
on my Epitome of Harassment Musical Projects
of 1988
and 1989 for the entire
world to someday go there and vindicate the poor little pathetic
Mountainpen, in all of thissssssss;
lovely Susan Snakes AMC Lucci
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told you that someone broke into me' fucking apartment the other day.
I did naut tell you, or lovely Mizz Blake from 1983, or any of the
chocking HALLS FAWCES of “MAGIC”, just why I said that, so now
Mister Collins Leviathan, “IT'S TIME”
for me to do just goddamn that, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am always
extremely careful with everything that I do, and I absolutely know
beyond the smallest wee bit of doubt that I DID NAUT LEAVE THE TOP
OFF OF ME' 'WHITE-OUT'
BOTTLE that I use for some of me' paperwork, charts and graphs,
roulette games, and etcetera. But when I went to use it, the cap was
half off, instead of perfectly screwed on; and yes folks, a three
dollar mother fucking bottle of WHITE-OUT
was ruined, and I'll now need to go to the Staples
Store to replace it. But now at least, shit is starting to
open up; so thank you vely much Mister
President, and Governor Desantis too. Also, my car mechanics
all over the area are open, so I will no longer be driving around
with pins inside me' throat sweating a big breakdown, at or naut at
the psych ward, oh great U.S. © Office of 2013!!!!!!!!! When I am
naut being robbed, raped, assaulted, and the gods only know what
other acts of brutal fucking cunt criminality being done to me for
fifty plus years now; right down to my © forms being stolen out of
the apartment after me' “YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER” song was sent for Copyright
Registration back on the 3rd
day in July of 2013, I am being ILLEGALLY VIOLATED BY
TOTAL PRICK SCUM TRASH, ENTERING INTO ME' LEGALLY PAID FOR APARTMENT,
so that they can vandalize me' shit, and fuck with me, with these
ENDLESS GASME-GODS-GAMES
being done now on and against me for many many decades now, yo! Not
only was the fucking WHITE-OUT
screwed with and ruined, but a strange new thing was on me' bathroom
door. It may be some type of a listening bug, who can know? So I
covered it in the WHITE-OUT,
and that is how I knew that the WHITE-OUT
had been screwed with in the first place, folks and Microsucks
Folksingers!!!!!! Actually by screwing with the cap on me' WHITE-OUT
bottle, it made it unusable for the purpose of correcting papers with
invisible coverings, but now being very thick and ruined from
hardening as a result of the criminal mischief of taking the cap half
way off, I was able to thickly cover over the LISTENING-BUG on me'
bathroom door, should that indeed be what it is. All I know is that I
would never leave a loosened cap on me' WHITE-OUT
bottle, and I know that I would have seen that weird new thing on the
bathroom door. It was absolutely brand new, FBI; or hey, is it the
fucking damn FBI doing this to me, Sir Steve Caruso ex-Landlord, in
the rented home situated at 831, 13th Street, over in
Bluecran Berryville, HAMMONTON? Yes folks, the
great INCOLLINGO Grocery Store of HYPERSPACE switching, and
the lost identity of me' car registration, and being killed on the
road by the MILITUFORCE enemies, makes
it 10 TIMES NOW THAT I HAVE PULLED OFF A LASSERRIS DEAL NOW! No sir,
naut nine times, but TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
BERNIE, IF ONLY U WERE IN CHARGE, LIFE WOULD BE HEAVEN ON
EARTH!!!!!!!
I
told you that these blogs would naut be all that much appweciated;
Bugs Bunny, and Sir Elmer Fwudddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really do naut lie or make up stories, do I?
>>>>>>>>>>
and so much more to come:
SO
I'LL SAY IT NINE FUCKING TIMES:
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BEEGEE!
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
10:24
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
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MORNING
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MAY,
2020
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PIERCE,
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My
door slamming enemy NABES FROM HELL are at it this morning, BUT GOOD.
I cannot ever know, but it seems to me that my ENEMY MILITUFORCE WOMO
SCUMTRASH FROM PAID OFF HELL MUST BE PAYING PEOPLE WHOM I CALL THE
'ILLEGAL GUESTS' to do these things to me. Not that regular residents
do not slam doors every so often when they have a mind to, and most
of the time, JUST TO INTENTIONALLY BE ANNOYING AND ROTTEN! Still, I
am not counting on too much of a great day, as told on the previous
blog from yesterday, despite lovely LIGHTNING coming all around me at
about ten minutes shy of six this morning, and staying around me for
about an hour, flashing many lovely colorful shapes and designs all
over the skies of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. HER main three colors were
pinkish red, bright lovely canary yellow, and brilliant white. Hey
peeps, I don't claim to be Mister Hollister Know-it-all here with
anything. I only report the endless news and shit going on around me.
I don't mother fucking create it! Just because my walls are not
filled with degrees, they won't hear a word I say. That is true
ignorance, not my lack of college degrees! I will be known for that
statement in 1,000 years. I promise you this; Julia White and Julia
Roberts. Well, maybe I shouldn't make promises that I have absolutely
no way of keeping, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT, and but folksingers
and folks, and you as well Mister Microsucks Corporation; I will
still always be, and very fucking unfortunately, “THE CHOSEN
(CH-UR-CH) HUNTINGTON”,
for crying out fucking louder than shit! I AM!
Thank
you, beautiful LIGHTNING, for not totally forgetting about YOUR
LITTLE BOY today. Please try and watch over me as best as you can.
TANKS. BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mighty James
Redfield and his great SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROME is quite everlasting, don't you think peeps, in
or out of church? Boy am I having the nightmares coming back again
recently after a quick little fucking back-off period from them, yo!
The illustrious Sir Paul Tomastik of Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG was in
the ones I just came out of before having some juice and sitting down
to begin this goddamn ass blog. This was the dude that I met at Jim
Burr's mighty Assembly of God (AG) Chosen Huntington or CHURCH, back
in the year 1975, and right around the very same time that lovely
Mizz Hollister and Steve and Santa-Claus-Lookalike all assisted
myself and my mother with moving from the Dellway Arms Apartments
into the Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold. When I look back at
these 'wonderful HA-HA days' of 1975, I come to realize two things
vely 'non McDowell' quickly. First, all dots connect and all shit
does indeed fit together and stuff from that year with these people
along with some other peeps, all has beyond fucking huge and
meaningful connections to so many items that then follow as time does
an 'EAGLES MUSICAL GROUP', and continues to slip into the
photon-projection! Second, that I am making me' daughter happy here
by rehashing her favorite decade, the great almighty
nineteen-seventies of course! I doubt that in one universe this
should differ too greatly from another very localized parallel one.
Of course who the fucking shit am I to ever act as if I know squat?
According to lovely PINK GODDESS which just may be the ultimate
oxymoron here, philosophically anyway; I need to be concerning myself
after non Patty Hollister Day in 1996 or AKA Pearl PH Harbor Day;
with only “GUESSING
THE NAMES OF THE GUESTS”
in all of this hocus pocus bull-crap! So why not take the great
Almighty SSJKK Pink Goddess up on her “bright and great ideas”
here, lovely Mizz Pinkerton Trenton Parsons of 1986? Taking this
statement that Pink
Goddess SSJKK made to me from some parallel realm
“OTHER non-Harrah signs” Atlantic City, back in late 1986, after
I threw that wild Hexagram
of Deliverance, and tranced out around half past
eleven or so, and ended up from this wild experience at exactly 5 in
the morning on December the 7th of 1996; I remembered the
interaction as if it had just “actually literally” happened to
me, oh wonderful Sir James Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City,
NJUSAESMWG, yo! We were standing outside of both the Trinitrail
Trinidad Hotel and Robert McGuire's BOTBAR BAR and HOTEL on the
mighty and ever illustrious Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City. She
saw me, came right up to me as if no time whatsoever had passed since
the summer of 1969, gave me a huge lovely smile, and then said HER
great quotation of words to poor little nobody shitty worthless me.
“Hey boy, let's play a game called 'Guess the Name of the Guests'”.
Standing right there above us on a hotel balcony at the Trinidad, was
Mary Tyler Moore, and she was wearing that bright lovely green dress
that she wore in that famous episode on her 1970 brand new MARY TYLER
MOORE SHOW. Sarah pointed at her while she made that great statement
to me. I remember saying to beyond white hot lovely Sarah, “It's
Mary Tyler Moore”. Sarah then grabbed me and gave me a gigantic
kiss. Instantly I came out of 'whatever' I truly was in,
tranced-dream, I-Ching Trance, Astrally Projected, or to quote 1975's
great future Congressman Rob Andrews' statement that was very apropos
in those days, “whatever”. There wasn't a whole damn lot to the
experience, but it was so powerful with me when I came out of it,
that I insisted on driving down to Tennessee Avenue that morning with
my mother while living in the Somerdale Death House, AKA the original
HOH (House Of Horrors). The mighty jerk off enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE
shortly after arriving in Atlantic City, performed one of their so
many electronic miracle hacks of my car radio-tape system, while I
was stopped at a traffic light and waiting to turn left onto Pacific
Avenue so that I could later on make a right on Tennessee Avenue and
drive down to the two hotels on each side of the street, and exactly
where the wild nocturnal experience had taken place. My mother and I
talked to an INDIAN couple who had recently purchased the Trinidad
Hotel from the owners who had it before. Tahren and Rieka Gandhi of
the Sheegee Croupa Corporation, were now the peeps there; and we
tried to learn all that we could from them concerning SARAH. When I
went to sleep on the following night, I found myself in the middle of
a gigantic spy movie type of experience like nothing that I had ever
had before in my entire life. I was back on the street there in
Atlantic City at night time, and some foreign spies along with the
Central Intelligence Agency were all in some shoot out along with the
Gandhi's. No matter how you slice and dice it all up, and as Sergeant
Joe Jack Web Friday would say in the nineteen-sixties, when you tote
it all back up it spells out exactly what the Latengrate Sir David
Roth told me about a year or so later on. He said to me several
times, “Mark, you've really opened up a hornets nest in Atlantic
City”! Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Fonda
almost fucking cunt got me with her endlessly assaulting miserable
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN where I would be forced to see four nasty ass
mother fucking ONES in a row, or her face digitally represented to
represent the concept of BOTBAR, since my LIFE CHARTS that I kept
from summer time in 1982 until around these very times now being
discussed where I finally stopped them in the summer time of 1997
when I couldn't take endless rows of nothing but mother fucking ONES,
so to quote lovely
Diana Ross from May of 1983 right around 37 years
ago to this very day now, “I
don't need this, no how no nothing”, with the very
same emphasis and digital match up without any prosecuted hockey dads
or fantastic greatest law show that even beat out Perry Mason, to her
wonderful sixties-song called, “Ain't No Stopping Us Now”, or
whatever the title was, as that was the repeating main lyrical theme
to the tune!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE
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So
why should my father have never exited that Jitney bus that day in
the early nineteen-sixties in South
Atlantic City,
just a couple blocks away from the mighty home of Misses Estelle
Andersen Bassler, you may wonder, or maybe you don't give two fucking
shits at all, to quote me' ol' buddy from HTHS, Sir Dave Speas, who
had to wait decades to read the blogs to see just “What happened to
me at the shore” because customers suddenly came to the gasoline
station where he was working before I could tell him that day about
so many wild things, right down to maybe why I have been stuck in
this looping nightmare for more than eight mother fucking millennia
of time now!
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JRSS item, that came along just when I
needed to make my move out of this nightmare Florida, then you all
tell me oh great world, what truly is it? Still folks, there are tons
of things to talk about, and this is not the time right now for doing
fucking so, IPYT! So to quote lovely 1986 Mizz
Whalehicks here, “That as they say is THAT!”
'SOOOOOOOOOOO' just exactly what do you
plan on adding to that whittle piece of great wisdom, oh Sir
Arthur?
BLOG
8 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
Blood
is nothing more than cells, and humans and all biological entities
are always going to be approximately the age of their blood. But the
reason that cells talk to each other in much the same way as people
get together in rooms and do likewise, is because on subatomic
levels, communications are not a spoken language, but the way that
nuclear reality interacts. We as human beings speak, dogs bark, and
nuke life is more telepathic or said even a tad more accurately, more
real or more true. In real truth, the spoken word is just not needed!
It
is 87 degrees at 3:48 on this Tuesday non-aquarium afternoon, and the
feels like heat index temperature in Fahrenheit degrees is 97.
Yesterday in town here, the feels like got up to close to a buck and
a nickle. I had to be out in the soup with one stupid deal after
another all going wrong with a simple little project of attempting to
get some necessary medications that I do every month. Aniwho, the
humidity is 70%, and the dew-point is 76 degrees. WEEEEEEEE, really
soupy here all the darn time, lads and lassies, YO!!!!
'Oh
well', to quote the great Ann
King
from the Jersey Harbor-lands! What really can I say, Jay-Jay
Mustache-Twirl Evans, YO???? Ain't life just 'beauty-full' here in
hot Fort Pierce, and at my lovely wonderful Housing Authority Public
Building, BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES and more
BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES, and even more
BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES! How would some
old buds of mine say it so long ago? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I
began this mother fucking blog more than a dozen years ago! The
problem is that no one wishes to get involved, which means quite
simply, taking
on powerful
Astral
Plane GODS (AAT'S-ALIENS),
huh Mister Childress, sir??????????? I said ATT instead of AAT on a
prior and recent blog, my error, sahwee kind folks.
All-Mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle,
and yes, she even spelled out that great last name of hers in that
wild experience she gave me while I was 'sleeping' in December of
1969, you know Mister Childress, the exact time the original Project
Bluebook
was shut down! Yes great United Stated © Office, “She's Stacey”.
The present Head Examiner may not know what this is all about, but
her predecessor sure does. I don't joke about things like this, or
about mah-nah up on islands so long ago, huh Aunt
Ruth and Uncle Heinz
of once 175
Peninsula Drive, in the mighty fallen Babylon?????????????????????
The mouse-hack trick is back, I guess as always, “with love or
maybe without, but definitely from good old lovely
Russia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“YES
MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY
WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART
IS QUITE MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape
this freaking EVIL EMPIRE,
be the very source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last
freaking dime they all have, and make
that dream come into fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from
Mantua, New Jersey, where the
treasury had cut me a check for it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Men
have said for centuries that it is not possible to ever understand
the
mind of a woman.
Women on the other side of that equation will say, and I quote,
“Right
back at you, dudes”.
Still, the power to two sides of all stories (and equations) is not
to ever be dismissed or taken lightly. Taking this to its ultimate
maxed out conclusion is how the so-called space 'aliens' do all of
their little M2F 'miracles'. I speak of the real elimination of the
bipolar cosmos, and in truth, this is the way that things originally
were supposed to go. So if that Biblical truth is so accurate and
real and who am I to say one way or the other, tell me how we can
live physically in a realm of singular polarity! Velocitronics as it
is labeled in many distant hyperspace parallel locales, is more than
an ultra-technology. It
is the absolute-tech!
Now
let us read a short blast from the past before I tie into how things
never ever mother fucking change for me and why it seems to other
folks that I am stuck
in a time loop
of my own making, and that assumption by those around me is totally
cock sucking unfair. The time loop YES,
but the part about “my own making”, an unequivocal NO!!!!!!!!!!
I am doing nothing to cause this damn ASS SHIT, kind folks! Read and
remember from this little sound bite, and then I'll explain how this
fits into more present times:
DECEMBER
28, 2013,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:14
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
I
apologize for thinking that Tom from the first floor of my building
was hurting me. I am not saying he gave me a fair shake, or that
something is not wrong, but I overdid my long winded ranting on just
how monstrous his behavior has been since nearly the time we met
after Debbie Marotto, my resident manager, put me onto him for some
computer help. He helps others with their computers, but won't have
anything to do with me. He has that right; it is just very weird. I
thought he was doing other things, and am glad now that I held back
to make sure, and didn't blog the real major details last week, when
I was attempting to get my re-certification for my Medicaid, and my
EBT-food benefits. It is a long story, and I will just say this. Back
on Monday, I went into the building recreation area, where Debbie had
a Bingo Game going, with about a dozen residents. I had been informed
on the previous Friday, now eight days ago, by a man I consider out
of everyone here, the most trust-worthy and yet am leary of him too;
but he said she was the one who helps peeps here with their re-cert
applications, and to go and talk to her. When I did, she said to me
that I needed to go to one or two or all three places that she gave
me a list of, and that she does not do this, no matter who told me
what. I had already been running around a couple weeks with this
problem and getting nowhere, hence the blog earlier about running
around like a decapitated chicken,
only I did not provide the details. Four days later before finally
straightening this out, up where I used to work through the AARP
volunteer program, at HARVEST, where a DCF office staffs several live
employees, and a room is filled with computers for folks to apply for
their bennies online; I first went into the recreation area, as
lately, there is both a Monday as well as a Friday Bingo Game. But it
was early and no one was in the room, so I went back down the hallway
and saw a light on in the management office, and walked in, and there
was Debbie. We had a very productive talk. I told her the whole
building is against me, and I went on a real rant. After she let me
blow off my steam valves, she
told me that she was the one who told Tom and his 'girlfriend'
who they claim are not this type of friends, as is none of my
freaking business, nor could I care in the least, but I know they are
lying to me, anyway; she told them not to help me and to let me go
and take care of this myself. During my original time in the
recreation area, back on Monday, when I asked Debbie for help, they
were seated only two tables away, and the girl said she would help me
on her computer from her apartment. I went upstairs and no one ever
came up to my apartment, so I went down to see why. Nobody said or
did anything, but no one would help me, and kept their mouths shut,
and fed into my paranoia something fierce. Anyone being treated like
this over and over, would start to wonder and get half freaking nuts;
not just me, peeps!!!!!! So just Friday morning in Debbie's office,
she tells me, that she told them not to help me. She said she did not
think it was appropriate for them to know my personal information,
and that a lot of bad stuff with identity theft is going on, and this
was her reason. Still, by not telling me anything, I am just left to
think the whole building hates me and is fucking with me. This was
not the case, not that I am loved, but all the residents are nutty
here, and I wouldn't want to be friends with any of them as they're
fucking lunatics. She went onto tell me how she almost used her debit
card at the Target store for some last second Christmas shopping, and
was happy she had an angel on her shoulder, and decided to pay cash
that she had in her pocketbook. For
those who do not stay current with news, TARGET
recently
had a big ass identity theft problem with folks using bank debit
cards.
Anyway,
I know Tom does not like me for reasons only he knows and
understands,
but still, I had no right to rant on about him doing lots of
mischief. He is just one more of so many mother fucking assholes
scattered all over the United States, and most likely the entire
fucking globe! Anyway,
this is my little blog retraction, that I felt morally compelled to
write. If
peeps want to hate me and ignore me, cool. But if I ever ever have
anything, and
I know I never will, there will never fucking be a caterpillar and
butterfly deal for me;
but should a miracle happen in this sick satanic world, I sure would
have the last laugh, saying to folks, “You've got to be kidding me,
as where were any of you when I was down and out all the fucking way
to dogshit?” I would sell my fucking soul to the devil, anytime,
any day, to have that chance happen, but
it won't.
The
devil
has hated my guts since I was fucking born, and never ever made any
bones about it, over two human incarnations, YO. Say
what?
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
6:15
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MERIDIAN
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EVENING
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MAY,
2020
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PIERCE,
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Well;
the WOMO MILITUFORCE DOW JONES ENEMIES FROM
DOGTOWN, AKA (HELL) by most peeps here on this Earth-Planet,
MADE ANOTHER GIGANTIC MOTHER FUCKING BULLISH
RALLY TODAY, and for absolutely no logical or rational
reason that possibly could pertain to the normal forces that once
upon a time were the driving factors that made the markets work.
Something totally horrible must be being planned to hurt me, as only
THAT could be the reason for it, since no real heavy hitting
new persecutions were done to me after the SATURDAY 3-DAY DEATH SIEGE
ENDED for me. Possibly, those three major DEATH ATTACKS are still not
out of juice for causing me this horrendous parallel-event of super
epitomized negativity as after Thursday's HUGE
3-DAY BOTBAR and super HIGH OTAMMIC HARASSMENT had been done
to me, the STOCK MARKETS HAVE GAINED 1,300
POINTS as a direct result, and is why I have called this
hellishness that has surrounded me now, and
that's driven the markets from teen-thousands in 1986, when this all
started, up to the 30,000 record highs where it has stood in
the era of 2019 and 2020 except for the very temporary short time
BEAR, which despite WALL STREET claiming to have entered into an
official BEAR MARKET when the markets fell underneath the 20,000
point a couple months ago, this would be the very first time in the
RECORDED HISTORY OF MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, where in two short
months time, THE SO-CALLED BEAR MARKET WAS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On
top of that, why have we now gained in about two months time, more
than 7,000 mother fucking points when the poor people and the average
people of America are suffering FAR WORSE THAN ANYTHING EVER SINCE
THE GREAT START OF THE 1929 DEPRESSION FOR CRISSAKE??????????????
30,000,000 peeps in this fucked up country have now filed for
UNEMPLOYMENT during this huge 7,000 POINT MARKET RALLY, so come on
folks, where is it in this Morianity that you have some argument with
me regarding my insisting that ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY IS ABSOLUTELY AND
TOTALLY FOR REAL/E? Never in history, has the DOW JONES gained even
half of 7,000 points after entering a BEAR MARKET OFFICIALLY, in a
tiny TWO MONTH PERIOD? I on the other hand HAVE NEVER BEEN HARASSED
THIS BADLY DURING THOSE TWO MONTHS, OR AT LEAST NAUT SINCE THIS ALL
STARTED AGAINST ME IN AUGUST OF 1986, WHEN
THE 'DJIA' WAS SOMEWHERE IN THE SEVENTEEN HUNDREDS OR SO,
roughly 5% of its current value; and all this was brought about by
OVER THREE DECADES OF MAJOR TORMENT AND TOTAL
TORTURE ON THE PITIFUL MOTHER FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!! So
just what part of “I don't believe in your
(ICPE-APE-TECH) SHIT, MISTER MOUNTAINPEN”, do any of you
wish to come at whittle me with in any possible or conceivable mother
fucking argument; great folks out here?
You ALLL KNOW THAT I AM SPEAKING THE MOST POWERFRUL FUCKING TRUTHS
SINCE OBAMA HIMSELF SAID ONE DAY IN 2011, “BYE-BYE-MISTER BIN LADEN
AND GIVE MY BEST TO THE PURGATORY”!!!!! Yessir world, forget me,
forget ICPE-APE-TECH. Give me the real true non phoney-fake-TRUMPED
rational and logical answer to just why
the stock market is behaving SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
MOTHER FUCKING BULLISH DURING THESE GLOBAL PANDEMIC TIMES OF
DEPRESSION LEVEL UNEMPLOYMENT AND AN ENTIRE NATION READY TO COME
APART AT THE SEEMS? When you can honestly do that, comment and tell
me to STOP THESE SILLY STUPID CLAIMS AND BLOGS, and then yo, I WILL
GLADLY MOTHER FUCKING OBLIGE YOU ANY MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT LAPPING TIME
AT ALL, AND IPYT HYPER-TIME!!!!!!!! Explain today's 913 point gain on
the Dow Jones and the 1,300 POINT GAIN ever since those horrible
three days of MAJOR DEATH SIEGE ALL OVER AGAIN AFTER A SHORT BACK-OFF
LET-UP PERIOD AND WHERE THE DOW AS A RESULT WAS DROPPING AGAIN. Go
ahead, explain all of this to me, and I will gladly CLOSE UP SHOP
HERE, FOREVER!!!!!!! I goddamn dick licking challenge
any economist, logician, or just plain out Morianity critic out here,
yo! As I type this in now, I am getting that crooked phone call from
criminals pretending to be working for the State Police of Florida,
telling me that they need me to give them MONEY
THAT I DON'T HAVE for their bullshit fucking ass charity. I
am going to report them tomorrow to the Florida
AG SCAM-HOTLINE. I have written their phone number down
that was televised a week or so ago on the Palm Beach local news
channels for REPORTING SCAMS AND CRIMINAL CROOKED SCAMMERS!!!!!!!!
The call came in around 6:35 PM, and says Merchandising Department on
the Caller-ID Comcast Service system that displays on my Staples
Store purchased landline telephone screen! I am going to start
reporting to lovely AG Mizz Non-Bi Polar, all scam and harassing
calls from now on, that come into me' phone, or what spoofs onto the
ID system when the call comes in.
Lightning
has sure let me down. It is dark and cloudy and rainy many days now,
but never does any mother fucking lightning ever come anywhere near
me. The mother fuckign Palm Beach area was loaded with lightning
today, but DIANA totally ignored me, as SHE has done for a solid year
or more now for the most part. Ever since about a year ago when this
shit literally went OFF ALL SCALES AND DIALS, before this fucking
cunt bullshit deal in Ukraine happened with dirtbag CUZZ-TRUMP, shit
for me has been unspeakable and beyond fucking monstrous on steroids.
Dave Roth me ol' Latengrate pal from the 80's and the 90's up in
Jersey, noticed it first, when he said to me one night in the New
Jersey Pine Barrens that LIGHTNING IS BEARISH, and that SHE always
lets me down in real times of need, AND AFTER SHE TOLD ME IN HER
HUMAN FORM that all I ever had to do was to call out her name and she
would rush over in a hurry back when I was about age ten years or so.
Now I do not even think that SHE goes into that wonderful girl from
Detroit any longer! Jane Cuntface Sleazeweedsdisease came within a
mother fucking whiskers hair of nailing my pathetic little cunt
chewing ass, with her rotten PAGE ELEVEN OF
ELEVEN BULLSHIT, but just in the cannons
of all time, I caught it, and drew me'
ol' faithful compensation COLORING ENTER LINES, making half a
dozen or more blank pages come onto me' OPEN-OFFICE
system and this blog document, so that later, I can highlight them
and DELETE them off, and not have to be caught seeing MISS
WITCHBITCH Notfondauonebit JANEY-Crapinherpants! Yes
mother fucking cunt sucking sir, oh world; I have a major dick eating
premonition about tomorrow going real
real real real REALE badly, over at me' cunt lapping PCP Doctor's
Office. Things for me right now are so beyond horrific
and horrendous that NO WORDS COULD EVEN BEGIN TO ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE
ANY OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING DOGSHIT ON STALE
WHEAT BREAD, AND STRAIGHT OUT OF THE MICROWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
awoke to find me'self coming out of a putrid awful fucking nightmare
that I won't for right now on this blog today, EVEN BEGIN TO GET INTO
THE SPECIFICS OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I then sat in my chair, glad to be
back here in this universe and no longer conscious to me' spirit
exploring that other horrendous hyperspace realm (parallel universe)
where me' poor doppelganger there, WAS ALSO GOING THROUGH LOTS AND
LOTS OF TOTAL DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took my vitals after
sitting a few minutes in me' chair and the results were: BP 104 OV
61, body temperature 96.2, pulse 62, Respiration 10. Two hours later
around shortly past eleven and MISS WITCHBITCH time, my temperature
had gone up to 98.1 where it remained until about 4 this afternoon
when it went up to 98.4 degrees. The weather in town has been dark,
dreary, rainy, cloudy, and nice and cool, all the way I LIKE IT
except for the mother fucking total lack of LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just deleted off the coloring-lines that allow me to avoid Jane
WITCHBITCH!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!
I
read my mother fucking appointment sheet wrong that was delivered to
me' door back last week. It said that me' re-certification
appointment is this week and is OPEN, any time 8 A through 4 P Monday
through Friday so rather than wait, after waking up and doing me'
vitals, and threw on the one of me' three blask
HOLLISTER-JOKESTER-FACEMASKS that were delivered to me' door bty the
Franciscan Ministries as told before on prior blogs, and I went down
to get me' re certification bullshit done and over with. I forgot to
ask but I think based on what was said to me last week, I may be on a
monthly rollover system. Either way, if I have to leave here and
break me' lease, then I will do what I have to do, failed requests
for a doctor's note for health purposes all mother fucking totally
notwithstanding, yo yo yo!!!!! I did complain about Mister Mexico and
she said that she would speak to him about blasting his subs, so if
it won't stop and I have to move out, I will do what needs to be
done, and damn any fuckign consequences, as I
am naut going to let these M2F
enemies TAKE
MY MOTHER FUCKING SANITY
AND OR LIFE. Well, I doubt
that any force including a hydrogen bomb at ground zero, could do the
latter, but as for the former; many peeps out
here would most likely fucking argue, that this is a moot point,
since that goal has long been successfully accomplished! Hey,
you're all goddamn Mashell Daniels
'ENTITLED TO YOUR OPINIONS', in or out
of the year of 1980!!!!!!! So to quote Sir
Dennis Snyder and resident of Elm, NJUSAESMWG, in 2007
from me' Cifaloglio security job site, “And
that's just reality, son”! Then further quoting here, me'
great 1971 and 1972 pal Bob future
FCC-CHAIRMAN McDowell, “Vely vely
vely intelesting”. Even further quoting would take me to the
mighty muscleman of the Camden County area of 'No Joysey', Sir
Chester Shoeknockeroutter Frank, and his great and perhaps
now globally somewhat famous, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
from some night in the 2000 year, at some east New Jersey local
neighborhood bar near the great Delaware River, and somewhere about
several miles or so north of the famous Burlington, where
the great COAT
FACTORY
once originally stood, there ONLY THERE B4 their great
spreading and blooming success!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Goddess bless everybody.
Or I could just say FUCK YOU TO THE WHOLE WORLD. In any case, that
remains an endless either-or! Of course we never can forget that real
cool ANTI-NASS dude, sir Arthur Crane and his beyond wild quotation
of “SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”, and then my own personal MOUNTAINPEN
quotation that echos both lovely but totally rotten Mizz Dawn-Marie
King as well as my really cool con-man father, oh family loyal from
lovely great Italy, Sir Frank Lombardo, yes the great treasure hunter
who showed the famous two treasure hunter-salvers Sir Fisher and Sir
Wagner; the one abnd only HOLY Toledo Ohio born Mister
Wayne Landis Mohr, and here is that quote now, yo yo yo:
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!
THE
END,
AND STINKING
TO DOGTOWN BDG.
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