MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

3:52 ANTE' MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

14 MAY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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

CHAPTER 92

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“I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT”; NEW KIDS OF 1978!

“There's a new kid in town, I don't wanna' hear it”.

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

CHAPTER 92

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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I also don't wanna' hear this pig next door to me but I have no mother fucking cherce so it seems, huh sir Archie Bunkerqueens? Mister dirtbag Mexico began the persecution on me today at approximately thirteen minutes past three this afternoon, turning an otherwise fairly decent day into total BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING CUNT HELLISHNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else is new, yo, SHERIFF? Well, I will give you a brief whittle synopsis on what is, now that we've opened up that whittle query, as soon as Magnesonic is activated to counterstrike this horrible ELDER ABUSE BEING DONE TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For two weeks he has behaved himself, and now out of the blue, quite suddenly, POOF, he decided to totally WIPE ME OUT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 4:00 PM, ON 14 MAY, 2020:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ESPECIALLY NOW ON THIS 14 MAY OF 2020, WITH A MAJOR DEATH STRIKE FROM MY ENEMY NABE IN UNIT #605, MISTER MEXICO, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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Here is what I will now tell you all about today that may prove some wild shit about what is going on around both me as well as this nightmare mother fucking horrible ghetto welfare building that I am stuck living in due to extreme enemy induced oppression and poverty that I have suffered through all of my entire life as a result of the MILITUFORCE being against me and plotting a lifelong destruction of poor MARK PITIFUL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN PATHETIC MOHR!!!!!! I went out earlier this afternoon before all hell broke loose out of absolutely nowhere for me today, and I went to two local food stores for a few staple-items. When I went to check and retrieve my mail from the mailbox system in the Community-room, I noticed people in the office where it is always closed, so I peeked in, and sure enough a brand new Resident Manager was there, with the old one we used to have, Mizz Debra Marotto. For whatever reason back in February, I was told that my paperwork was indeed never done, and then I was told that very soon a new appointment for annual re-certification will be mde with me and a notice will be at my door. I was one of several peeps for whatever the reason this year, never was re-certified. But the good news is that all is okay and that I won't be charged the one or two months of extra new rent amount since it was the fault of the system and not me, saving me either about five or ten bucks depending on just how soon this new appointment is made and I then become re-certified. I told the new manager and Mizz DM how this horrible dude next to me is a sub-woofer blaster, and no matter how I complain about it, it won't cease and desist. Now after two weeks of quiet, maybe this got back to the peeps who helped this fucking enemy TRUMPER-PRICK move into her back on New Years Day, and he decided to let me have another blast of his TERRORISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I find time-coincidences very hard to just accept the way most other folks of naivety simply like to do. But believe thissssssss, folks and folksingers, and Mister Mike Soft. I plan to complain again to the new manager, and we will see if she is as good as Mizz DM or naut! If this mother fucking global pandemic would ever resolve, I can move, but right now lovely JUDGE JUDY, you can scream at me or anyone else whom you so choose to, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE”, and I will say to you in a very polite and nice reply, “I wish I could, mah'm”!!!!!!!!!!!! His thundering assault has gone on now for an hour, and I doubt it will stop any time soon, yo BRRRR!!! And no world, I did naut forget to draw lots of ENTER-COLORING lines to avoid MIZZ ROTTENPUS JANE Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit and her horrendous Botbar symbology of strings of ONES, so HA-HA-HA!

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, MAY 14, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

LAST QUARTER MOON

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

Either this MAJOR FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE out of the cunt eating total blue today has come as a result of something huge on the final trading hour of WALL STREET, or else it is part of that coincidence shit as told, sort of like that fucking “HA-HA-AIRPLANE” that I've also told about and discussed with some regularity over nearly a decade and a half of these BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN now, yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or, it could be the COMBINATION OF THEM BOTH. I learned many years ago now folks, that rather than wonder if the answer to multiple such things in me' pitiful fucking diseased and persecuted life is ONE OR THE OTHER, it is most likely more than not, ALL OF THE ABOVE, or as I call it in verbal terminology, “NOT OR-OR-OR, BUT RATHER AND-AND-AND”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think seriously and carefully about this and see the damn ass fucking cunt logic of this for YOURSELVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

Now since this death harassment was perpetrated upon me today for absolutely no good reason whatsoever, so far as anything that I could have ever possibly have done to anyone or anything, as is the case of course for any of me' endless mother fucking post 8-15-1986 HARASSMENTS; I will tell a few major things as a MAJOR REVENGE AND COUNTERSTRIKE ON THIS BRUTAL DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY WICKED MILITUFORCE AND 'TRUMPER' BRIGGBASE, SPEAKING OF THIS or speaking literally of the DEVIL here!!!!!!!!!!!! “IT IS TIME” now, to quote the great PHASE-4 LEVIATHAN'S of DARK SHADOWS, SHADOW-MONSTERS, STROBING FLASHLIGHT TOYS AND PALS, and the unforgettable original non Sir Johnny Depp, Mister Jonathan Frid Barnabas Collins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here we GOOOO; oh great and vely-non-McDowell United States © Copyright Office: This fucking world of those few but vely cherished NEVER-TRUMP-PEEPS of whom I am gloriously proud and forever so happy to admit to being a part of and a dues paying member indeed; you all need to understand something now about WHITE POWER, Donald Trump and his horrendous and disgusting connections and affiliations with all White Power peeps of whom the KKK is merely one small part of; is all something that is most mother fucking absolutely and definitely NAUT AT ALL NEW, YO!!!!!!!!! This has all been around for a vely vely long time, Sir Ex-FCC Chairman Mister McDowell, and me' Cooley Hall pal of 1971-1973, before you eventually moved with your family from Gibbstown, NJUSAESMWG, to Fort Wayne, Indiana, USA, and yessir world, it is high time to discuss 'TRUMPS BRIGGBASE', that here on the mortal world, a long way from Walter Disney's mother fucking ripped off Halloweentown; is known more officially and highly covertly and secretly too, as just “HIS BASE”, but long before the hat thrown into the ring horror of middle 2015 when me' life turned into EARTHLY-DOGTOWN for the second time since August of 1986; THESE BLOGS TALKED OPENLY AND VELY FUCKING FRANKLY ABOUT TRUMP, HIS BRIGGBASE, AND THAT INDEED, ONE THIRD OF CONTROL ON THE ASTRAL PLANE THAT THIS MONSTER CONTROLLER PURE EVIL PRICK HAS BOTH THERE ON THE UNFATHOMABLE ASTRAL PLANE OR (PURGATORY), AND NOW ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AS WELL; MISTER MIKE CRICHTON, SIR! The BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN told great details about all of this shit LONG BEFORE TRUMP EVER RAN FOR PRESIDENT, and the FUCKING GODDAMN ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS THIS IS TRUE, AS IT CANNOT BE FAKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This isn't some techno pop fishing remade 1983 song with world famous daughters doing vocal tracts, or as the mighty BonJovi peeps would say, not her, the machine sang it, and yessir, so let's keep shit all totally real here, yo, and clear too, Sir Richard Milhouse Nixon and lovely gorgeous white hot 1972 Cooley Hall, Mizz Sarah Jacobson, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am opening up this topic on this TOTAL-REVENGE-BLOG of today by simply going into the facts, and first, these facts show that I knew all about this future time way back into time, and that most of the 'POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOM PEEPS OF THIS PLANET' know that this is an absolutely true and real and correct FACT, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Everyone in the NEVER-TRUMP CLUB is so goddamn worried and scared about the mighty and powerful and awesome Mister D.J. Trump, but in real truth, nobody speaks of what is behind the entire LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG AND PREPLANNED TRUMP PHENOMENON. First, this BASE of so-called Donnie Boy Trump has BEEN AROUND FOR A VERY LONG TIME, and is highly deadly dangerous It is filled with the peeps like that dirt bag who murdered poor little Mister Treyvon Martin, that horrible WP Mister Zimmerman, and if you look carefully at the greatest fuckign cunt law show ever in televised fucking cunt history of this Earthy-planet, yo; you wil see how super intellect and beyopnd mother fuckign super talented Mister WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF knows many things that most ordinary folks simply never even pick u[p on, naut even after watching years and years of this great fabulous show. I speak of how they have show after show about WHITE POWER PEOPLE like dirt bag Zimmerman, and millions of his co-conspirators out there, who all love and adore their MASTER MONSTER FROM HELL, DJT, who now through a major organized long running conspiracy that began well before the middle nineteen-nineties took a foothold on the new-age so to speak, is simply way more organized and put together aslong with their spokesman scum with piowerful mover/shaker ability to broadcast their hatred of non-cauc-peeps but done in vely clever ways, such as Bell, Moore, Rush, Shirtless Youtube King of Scum and so many more. I did not fully understand this either until Trump actually won and got into office. I actually liked a lot of these filthy rotten diseased White Power puuker peeps, until I learned of their horrible evil intent for their new America, and folks, if little peeps are not soon ready TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING FRIGHTENING TYRANNY; WE ARE ALL TOTALLY FUCKING DOOMED, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Just the other day, Rush said something, and I heard it on the great wonderful CNN (Cable Network News) system, and I won't even repeat that monstrous sick wacko toilet water drinking dogshit, YO BRO!!!!!!! But this is just a tiny infinitesimal opening on this topic of the TRUMP BASE and how we need not fear their KING, SIR TRUMP as much as we need to feat this NEW AMERICA WHITE POWER GARBAGE FROM FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!! We are still only in the vely infancy stages of this WHITE POWER TRUMP-BASE, or what I'll be labeling on these blogs in forward discussions from now on yo, (WPTB). But for now, please stop seeing TRUMP and ONLOY TRUMP here, because this ASTRAL BRIGGBASE FORCE that's behind this entire mother fucking NEW AGE NIGHTMARE that we're all in with this horrendous and monstrous and diseased WPTB, is beyond all of our imaginations to fully grasp and fathom at first glance, and IPYT. TONS more shit will follow, but for right now, even if Trump is here for almost 5 MORE YEARS, and I will lay odds right now with anybody at that being 99-1 for indeed having no 46^th President UNTIL AT LEAST THE YEAR OF 2025, but with or without their mighty leader, this WPTB is on the move, on the prowl, and they are HERE, and they ain't fucking going any place, and I really wish and hope that the mighty DICK WOLF who seemingly knew all about me, all about Mayor Levy, all about so many things, and maybe one of the T3E himself as that is one explanation for how he could possibly know so much and be so right all this time about so many things; but please DW, please yo, find a way to fuckign work your broadcasting magic and mover-shaker powers to enlighten peeps to see that we need to think way beyond just getting rid of Donnie Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus fucking Christ Almighty for crying out goddamn asshole loud, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''MEOW-MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''. Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!

The real powerful shit is when I tell you what some of my more pertinent shit is inside of my MATCH-LIST book for items that correspond to PCN-761, good peeps out here!! Try this on for freaking size, BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

THROAT SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, ECLIPSE, NOTHING, SHARKEY, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY

AS I BLOG LIVE AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL AND KIND SIR, FROM 1972; JERK OFFS ARE MESSING WITH MY MACHINE, AND VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards, I PROMISE, and will be telling you.

I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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MORIANITY-FOUNDATION PROJECT OF 1995,

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Ladies and gentlemen, lots of messy ugly chemtrails and noisy aerial stuff was around Fort Pierce, Florida, today. Why some days and not other days, this is the question that all the agents and all the folks that love to leave posters of these things such as my buddy Prince and myself and so many others, hundreds of thousands if not millions by now, world wide. Why some days, not other days, and no possible pattern or schedule or connections to types of weather; or any of the Situation-Room White House Cover-Story Offices, that they can ever dream up in their wildest master plan; will or could; ever adequately be able to explain this new event since the middle eighties; nor can all of their rude and occasional berating and spankings for all of us, can ever even hope to do any real thing; to dispel the great mysterious, of all of these assaults, on all of us, from the skies, for going on thirty years now; at least THAT I HAVE BEEN AWARE OF, AND VICTIM OF.

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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.

Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let's see what we can do, to take a bite out of all this for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.

BOY COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE WOW.

Well, I saw my doctor today, and things cannot be talked about; as it involves stuff that could easily cause this world to literally explode in space. You can laugh, I know this is all true, and so do about a dozen peeps on the planet as well, with more power than god. What happened today goes all the way back into 365 months, or nearly thirty and a half years. To me this was yesterday, but to many or most viewing this, it is either a majority of their life, or more than their life, or somewhere in-between. To me, this is a blink of an eye, as I am not Mark Wayne Mohr. Mark Wayne Mohr is merely one tiny little piece of a gargantuan size total absolute me, and will shortly fall into a pile of dust, where as of course, the real me will not. Sound familiar, it is merely scripture being read with through full spiritual enlightenment, what most of you preachers out here can only dream about, but this is not said to brag. This all has a very very deep dark side for me, that way overshadows any positives that some may think I am gleaning from any of this nightmare hell. Sure, I could build anyone a Christine Chapel Rockdroid MWO-Integ Device, bring you into a laboratory, transfuse your blood; and you would revert to the age that you stopped growing and remain at that age on a cellular level, forever or until a fatal accident were to happen. Why would anyone want to remain inside a hellish dream, off of a truer lighter existence? The answer is as simple as pie. Notice I spelled this with the 'e' letter, to indeed keep it simple. So without putting the letter 'c' back before the letter 'b', or the letter 'g' back before the letter 'd', United States Copyright Office, I want you all to hold onto those nice cozy well paying, plennyabenny jobs of yours; and don't sweat it for a single moment about poor Detective Ed Green or my pathetic pitiful Ronstadt self either. You probably all can sleep a lot better at night that I can. Sow and reap, cut me one, big lovely 1985 Margie Leo, and not one of those, you don't want me to go off flying with Blue eyes to the moon, do ya'? As for my doctor, he agrees with me 100% and cannot wait to leave this freaking veil of rotten tears behind. WEEEEEEEEE!

Well, on shouting and cursing, no throwing and breaking stuff, right David Roth and Monique? Well, however we look at any of this people; those that know, know, and those not meant to know anything at all about what Morianity is all about for eight emmereffing years now, well, you're not meant nor destined too, right old landfill-pal, turn of the century Mark Murphy???????????? Say hi to Tulleytown, Talleyqueen, and Leticia Tilley for me. Boom Slam Boom Slam, what else is new here in 'H' 'E' double hickey-hockey sticks, Coach Cryden and Dick Wolf. Your show even put the great Perry Mason on its butt, and a very deserved W—O--W will be given in your honor on this blog, kind sir. But you have done more than entertained me. You have shown me things that I would never have figured out without your assistance. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the entertainment world (EW), good peeps out here. Maybe I need to learn to forgive. The day I forgive Ones Jane, this is the day that the angels will all be singing out gloriously from the astral heavens, I'm quite sure. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!

This blog will be ending very very very soon, beautiful Ingrid. But before it does and speaking of Ingrid, I WILL show some stuff to all of you that will forever change you, about the power of seeing reality in all five dimensions, and the magical triangle of dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons, coming into general knowledge and awareness of humanity and altering its dark age views of everything, forever, so if you don't want in on the this major happening, ahead of the rest of the planet, I strongly urge you as this final freaking part of Morianity is winding down, to begin growing an affinity for that top of the blog page, ''NEXT-BLOG'' button, as many already have. As you can see from the view counts, in the middle of this year, this blog topped out at just over a hundred and a quarter VPD, and if that pace had been maintained, this would annually average out to the range of 45-50 thousand, only it did not keep pace and has lost 40-70 percent of its best viewership days. This is why I must conclude a powerful truth for myself. This world is a long long time away, from being ready to accept the ultimate truths that Morianity preaches about. It is not all just my bitching and moaning, folks. Still; this is why this project is winding down, and I will go on recording from my own computer, and take the internet entirely out, and save myself some money, something I do not mind doing in the least, and distant cuzz Donnie can relate a hundred percent. Here's a dude that would shinny up as telephone pole if he knew a shiny quarter was sitting up on top. That is shy he is worth ten Gig. The rich are not rich for no reason, they take it all away from everybody else and then call us suckers or jealous. What's to be jealous of YO, I'd rather be a broke honest man and even a sucker along with that to boot, my friend, than a pig with some gig. To me cuzz, you could tell me you are replacing the letter 'G' with the letter 'P', and all I'd say is, oh yes, for 'pig', and then we can work on a song that really takes the old original GITYA into a newer higher dimension. But you have to admit something cuzz. Your really do, YO. What Sarah said to me on Tennessee Avenue back in the summer of 1969, or not to me really but to others within my earshot, and she made good and sure it WAS within my earshot and that much I remember very distinctly; those two things I'll remember endlessly, 'Your Friends Are In The Shop', and 'I'm Darker Than You Are'. Now for the original song in 1983, written by me I suppose somewhat unconsciously via Space-Time-Mind or STM, called, 'Girl, I'll Tell You Anything'. Now here is what is so mind blowing, Count Vonrussell Marcucci Thaxton, old friend, YO. The song title initials are GITYA, as in when force-pronounced, is GET YOU, and then the two sentences spoken at two different times in 1969, have initials of YFAITS-IDTYA, as in when also force-pronounced, WHY FAITS, I DID YOU. Only 100 fiction writers on the top of their dam game folks, could all collude together to create anything remotely similar to the powerful things of MORIANITY, and one great soul knew this in 2007, and whoever that wonderful entity is, I am as pleased with you as Master Jesus was with his great pal Peter, that day when he suddenly was revealed a great truth about 1981 years ago, while walking down a dusty road, in a place a long distance from Fort Pierce, some may refer to this as the Holy Land. The Holy Land is everywhere. Holiness is also. It is you and I that are either too dumb to connect ourselves up to it, or in some rare cases, some of us make that giant leap forward, one small step at a time, and it doesn't take a strong arm, or a lot of kneel time in a church pew, or even an Apollo-11 lunar mission either, if you want to make mike McNulty's day here. Good Lord and a quarter, Lenny; why would I want to do that? Ignorant Microsoft Spellchecker, does not know about kneeling in a church, oh I am wrong, my bad lovely Lizzy; I forgot the letter 'k', but did I forget to add the talent to the song? Well, doing that has caused me grief beyond anyone of your wildest imaginations. This is to be totally honest, what started my hellishness of the 28 August day this year. This is when I began taking the tape apart and redoing it with more of my kids real talent. Techno-pop and women, right guys out here. You can't live with them, you sure cannot live without them. 100 years from today, we would all be gone forever. Hay 'ADA' Ron Wirtz, might not be such a bad 'deal' after-all, huh, old friend from 1990?????????????????????

Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????

This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!

Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never fucking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic city knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!!

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This is the Earth Planet and most certainly is naut the Canopious Planet, but with or without the ultra-talented STAR TREK original series with Captain James Kirk played by William Shatner, or his fictional academy pal turned dead-god after the PINK GODDESS incident happened on the great Star Ship Enterprise, Sir Lieutenant Gary Mitchell; I did indeed and in total true fact, write the great LOVE SONNETS of 1996 as this marvelous wild fictional SYFY SHOW seemed to miraculously predict back in the middle nineteen-sixties, for crying out louder than Detective Joe Fontanna of 'L&O'. Yes world, on the 12^th day in May and precisely 24 years ago on this very date up here on the 12^th day of May in 2020, back in the Canopious year of 1996 or 'whatever', ol' pal Mister Andrews of 1975 yo; I wrote the original song, “SARAH”, and yes many songs about many SARAH'S have been written, only this particular SARAH happens to be the PINK JRSS GODDESS, LOVELY ALMIGHTY SARAH-NEECY JEHOVAH-KRASSLE. Boy oh boy oh boy can this be for REAL/E, Tommy? Everybody should always demand proof when people make claims. Glad to mother fucking oblige ye' all, great fwolks and maitees out here, with thisssssssssssssss!!!!!

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For doubters of this authenticity to these wild facts, you can go to the United States © Office and do a search yourself to verify my claims, or just click around on the pasted in copyright form and see for yourself what shows up. I have no hacking abilities to make official government websites appear out of magic on links for Fontana's outcry's. So a great big mother fucking super ass 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' yo!!!!!! Yessir world, 24 years ago on this very day, I WROTE 'SARAH', and I don't mean that letter two years later to Sarah Callio in care of that rotten and diseased Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority. Still, 40 years ago, I am waiting back at 1802 Robin Hill, to have a wild dreaming interaction that I won't soon forget; called “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS” SONG NIGHTMARE. All of this time for many years, I thought this was a wild and cool incident, but I see it now for what it is and was, yo. A huge 'GASME GODS GAME' that all Astral-Plane COINS & COILS play in one form or another, in order to survive insanity from the endlessness of the Purgatory! So another great Shoeknockeroutter Sir Chester-Frank here, 'okay' Mister John King of Tennessee Avenue, and Sir Robert fucking dirtbag McGuire???????????? So here goes yo!!!!!!!! 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' and let us never forget gorgeous Dairy Queen Katy here, huh Mizz H.C.? Hey Mack Soapinthemouth Kaiter sir from 1967 and 1968, “THIS IS WEEDEEKAWUSS”!!!!!!!!

I went to the great Publix Store back late yesterday afternoon around a few minutes to six, and I always say evening when the time is past 5, but many don't change afternoon to evening until the 6 of the clock time, so whatever floats all our boats, huh world? I had even more money put into my food account on my EBT card, so I have only WONDERFUL GREAT THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THE STATE OF FLORIDA. I take back all the bad things I have said. I just get frustrated and angry about this endless horrific goddamn HUNTINGTON CURSE, YO BRRRRR! All I know is that I really know many things from higher realms and when it comes to putting it together with this lower realm so many times, I fail at it quite fucking miserably, and will absolutely admit to this!

Peeps, between you and me, and zillions of street lamps the world over; I only can tell you what has happened in my own life and how I then have come to believe and even see its connections to many things beyond myself on this Physical Plane of human life, and I'd be a damn liar cubed to tell you that I am in any way like lovely Know It All, Mizz Patty Hollister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes lovely Patricia H. Hollister H. is a most definite prime example of the term suigenerous. This is an antonym if ever there was one to any word, to the word of ubiquitous. That word implies a commonality, where as the first word connotes a totally reversed truth of being one of a kind and by no means a dime a dozen. Still, enough education heredahelda android0.9 AND HERE, YO MIKE SOFT, SO TANKS AND A POWERFUL HUGE BOOM!!!!!!!!

Yessir, lovely Patricia HHH, just where to really start: Well, my mom, speaking of one of her close office pals a half century ago or so, used to tell me in response to my asking her that very thing, “Mark, start anywhere”. I thought she was crazy, but guess what world, she was absolutely totally completely correct, as in 100%+ ON THE DAMN MONEY, YO BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, and yes MIKE SOFT DAMN IT, Folksingers Toothfairy toothpaste too; learning how to blog, from a very poor teacher but highly talented computer geek, Sir Edward Himacane Lynch or just ED as we all called him, me' daut's distant cuzz's the King Clan and me'self; but still, learning how to blog and learning the computer in a rudimentary basic way, has taught me how to perceive many things that would seemingly on face value have nothing whatsoever to do with computers or the net. This will be gotten into as more blogs follow along, and it is not completely along the lines of me' ol' ex-bizz-partner's gal-pal who stared at her computer screen, and then suddenly was revealed a shocking truth about incredible shit, as told before to all of you back on New Jersey blogs; but it does indeed have some wild parallels to this topic, and this blog won't even attempt to make the many complex connections, but rather to merely open up a little bit of foundation that some of the really smarter and more philosophically minded peeps who may be reading these blogs, may come to their own conclusions about things in their own way, and based on their own life's experiences long before I get around to fully blogging the detailed elucidations to what I now will just start opening up for you all, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This all has to do with moving forward a little bit now with what I discussed about recently with MAGNESONIC and its wild odds-making feature that I programmed into it, “SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART”. I opened up the previous blog by saying how I was MIND CONTROLLED or manipulated somehow, with invisible life circumstances, as not all 'MC' is done with great powers via supernatural or super high technological shit. Many things are done with cunning ultra clever methodologies, just as the great HOLY WORDS say about the DEVIL and SATAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I move onward, some of you will really be getting the MARCUCCI 1969 MIND BLOW OF YOUR MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, and THAT IPY all!!!

We will be discussing two powerhouse times where I lived at another, IMHO aniwho, vely vely MAGICAL PLACE, called the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, that as stated on many blogs over the past few years now, using the great endlessly all-revealing JRSS; we can break down this town into the WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, or the I WILL'S of SATAN, as told of so very urgently in our great HOLY BIBLES, and then matter-antimatter reversing the algebraic mathematical sides of the 'I' in the equation, we can see the I WILL'S as well, as SSJKK or (GOD'S) great I AM'S also. Then we can also get more than this {WILL-I/I-AM}, with the ST for Stacey or really translated Astrally to NEECY and the pronunciation in our Earth-English of the STAY is equal there to the NEE and then finally, the unmissable absolute all telling powerful OWN!!!!!!! So this comprises the town that the very magical HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS is located, or WILLIAMSTOWN! The very center, or middle, or hub, or parity-point or a zillion ways to describe a centered point of parity, that allows the two opposing polarities of electromagnetism to exist on this Physical-Plane of human life in the cosmos; but this very CENTER of both the two decades, the nineteen-eighties and the nineteen-nineties, is when I was residing at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, YO BRAHHH!!!! The mid-80's was the first of the two times, and the mid-90's was the second of the two times. Now both times, when I LEFT THIS MAGICAL PLACE OF DOCTOR FLINT LOCKNER IMMORTALITY; using the ever present and true JRSS of course, and in or out of lovely Peru, and all of its wild magic; something really bad happened as a result!!! In the first time of departure from magical HIGHVIEW, it was to the days of never looking back Cherry Hill, and the nightmare that would come to follow in thirty days of living there on the 15^th day of August in 1986, where life altered forever, leaving me to believe the distinct possibility that I actually DIED AND WENT TO HELL, AND AM THERE TO THIS VERY DAY, AND WILL BE FOREVER AND EVER AND GODDAMN EVER, YO! The second time of departure was in early September of 1996 and only a handful of days later on the following precise carbon copy time of middle decade, 1986 and 1996. This is when I had purchased that horrible nightmare mother fucking SOMERDALE HOME that I have now come to label as the HOUSE OF HORRORS!!!!! Both of these times, 1986, and 1996, SARAH was all through the nightmare though, was she naut, Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mah'm??????? But let us go back now to the first departure in 1986, or really, before I departed from the magical Highview of Williamstown. I had ten or more great 'WHEEL-DECKS', all of them in ANTIMATTER-BLACK-SPACE; on my SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART MAGNESONIC ODDS MAKING FUNCTION, UNDER THE DESIRE KEY SETTING LETTER FOR “MONEY AND BUSINESS”, I think it was the phasing tones of 'I' to 'C', just as Punishment Sequencing System is on Desire Key 'I' as well as the dual tone of 'D' on the originally used AT&T telephone dual-tone system. But whether it was 'B' or 'C' as I know it was either-or, let us move this on now so that I can get to the really wild and super huge good shit here, yo folksingers and FOLKS; and you too, Mister goddamn Microsoft Corporation yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I said that I was mind manipulated after using my wild Magnesonic Odds feature and I WAS, in huger ways than all of the mind control and manipulated shit used on me to make me lonely and miserable, and without a family in my old age, as I had plenty of women interested in me in all of me' younger days; but I shewed them all away. So here I was with these incredible 'Q&A' potentials in the ranges of between 12 and 29%, unfathomably below the 30-70% neutral zone range, yet I never took the experiment seriously because I was too busy between letting the MILITUFORCE persecution on me as well as my SARAH hell, interfere with my mind and my rational thought process, or maybe to say it way more Bob Schleigh style of keeping it ever so damn ass real here, the lack thereof of any rational thought processes. This is when I had taken that 'image-object' of Sarah Krassle, back on that dark summer night, with me' pal David Roth, down to LBI (Long Beach Island); after it was all crushed and wiped out, and then 'empowered' on the MAGNESONIC, where we buried it deep in a hole that we dug on the beach near the sea, and then all hell literally broke loose just like right out of a SYFY monster fucking movie. Right after all these things went down that night at LBI, the trip into Manhattan where I ran into me' daughter that night when Dave was there to visit his musical pals, “New Shoes”, at some dumb club; and then the wild and inconceivable persecution and harassment on me, that came like a Biblical Plague! Between all of this and lots more shit, including the magical religious tracts deal that was between Satan and myself in Gloucester City also in those same times; my MAGNESONIC SO-NON-ART, CO-NON ART just vanished and faded away into the summer morning sunshine. Now ten years later, a very similar truth existed as I was about to depart from the great and magical Highview again. I had built up an unfathomable credit rating with an eighth of a million dollar credit limit all combined. I had great plans and ideas. But again and alas, there was fucking SARAH. Twice, this same 'HALLS FAWCE' mowed me down like a helpless little two year old girl, caught in a 'Watts-LA' gang fight, and mangled to death before she could even cry out for her MAMA! Now how this all fits into how blogging, and using PC's, and all of that has made me see many incredible things about life here on this Earth-Planet, as well as what IMHO happened with Paul Pedersen's gal-pal long ago with her computer incident; will take a very long fucking time to even start telling you all about, but I promise you, it will be told, because IT NEEDS TO BE TOLD. This is not revenge against anyone for wiping out me' whole life and causing me more pain and suffering than all of the Jews in all the ovens combined eighty years ago or so, but rather, it is going to be imparted to a world that I fully believe SIMPLY NEEDS TO HEAR IT ALL, as without their knowing of it, I don't think humanity will survive beyond our current mother fucking century, and I mean that!!!!! I'll say this much on this opening blog for right now: I said on the original Morianity on Cassette-Tape, back in the very end of 1994, and after sending my book called, “The Permission Barrier” on Halloween Day of 1994, to the United States © Copyright Office, from the National Park Redbank, New Jersey Post Office's outside mail drop; and then called ADA Sir Ron Wirtz Senior of the CCPO in Camden City, NJUSAESMWG; that “Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG was indeed, the center of everything in my entire life”, and most likely the center of the entire COSMOS itself, no matter how many doubters and scoffers laugh at me around the world endlessly, yo! I still concur with my original beliefs and personal life experience findings for crying out Fontana loud, BRRRRRRRRRR!

SARAH KRASSLE is the ALMIGHTY GOD OF THIS UNIVERSE, AND FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR BEYOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this and I would die for my beliefs. Still, the point for right now is that I will continue on from this little bit of laid foundation onto this one particular blog, now that we have first opened up the MAGNESONIC details and how it all fits both into MY MUSIC, as well as my GAMBLING IN ATLANTIC CITY CASINOS, and especially how IT ALL FITS PERFECTLY AND GARGANTUANLY INTO THE GREAT PINK GODDESS, SARAH STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder says it all, and I will now echo his wonderful words of wisdom here: “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEE'!!!!!!!!!!!

'THE END', AND STINKING TO THE BRIDGE!

'THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN'

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER

CHAPTER 90

“I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT”; NEW KIDS OF 1978!

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