MARK
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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 t 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 remembering 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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If
this Global Pandemic is not some
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
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MOB,
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LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
MAY 18, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
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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
quotastion 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”!
MARK
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SUNDAY,
MAY 17, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
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Another
thing that peeps who have huge vested interests and agendas about and
with that concerns not believing in so-called invisible/supernatural
stuff such as what has surrounded the Mountainpen, ever since he was
born as Mark Wayne Mohr, back on 4 December of 1954 at 9:30, on that
Saturday DAY-OF-WOE (SATURDAY'S
CHILD) as spoken of in the great old wise fairy-tales morning;
would be the two hugest and most quintessentially powerful psychic
experiences that I have had, after we dismiss dozens of other smaller
ones such as the German Shepard Dog named Roger on the Quakertown,
PAUSAESMWG Farm owned by Mister Harold Shat, and without the Captain
Kirk second syllable of 'NER', when this dog who literally wanted to
have for dinner that day while I was splaying near the mobile home at
the age of about six years there, up high on the hill and centered
smack dab fully in-between virtually endless acres of cornfields as
well as not yet realized dreams of Sir Kevin Costner, and so much
more, yo; but that time where I did not perceive the dog near me
ready to take me apart, yet suddenly began running for the mobile
home with that monster animal right behind me and fantasizing about
the taste of my blood. No we won't include that or dozens of other
similar psychic experiences here, but rather will be concentrating on
the two greatest ones, at least in my humble opinion
(IMHO)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are none other than the wild dream shortly
after another wild dream, perhaps two or three or four months
somewhere in there, after the 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' or 'LOIS FOCA'
SONG experience, in the 1980 year. I speak here of the 'other dream'
where I found myself on a bus in Pennsylvania somewhere with a heavy
set lady with a weird very large black cat that was sitting right on
her lap, who was able to speak in ENGLISH verbiage of Earthy-Planet
translation. Before I even tried to pet him, he meowed at me and then
suddenly in a similar 'meow sound', I could hear the words as plain
as daylight magnified from a mountain top, “DIE, DIE, DIE”! That
is when I then responded to the lady in that wild and totally
outlandish dream, “Your cat is telling me to die”! She then
responded back to me with, “No he isn't telling you to die but
rather he is giving you the number that will come out later today in
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 outcome”. I stared at her and
then at her cat, and then the bus stopped and we all got off at some
local neighborhood type of bar that was situated somewhere either in
the outskirts of Philadelphia, or some area that was not too far away
from there. She got off the bus still holding her cat, and then I
followed her as I wanted to learn more. We entered the bar and we
both sat down, and all bars even back then had TV-sets playing in the
room usually on the wall over the inside of the bar where the
bartenders only would be. It was almost seven in the evening as we
both sat down at the bar, and I instantly observed the ending of the
World News on the Philadelphia Network station that always carried
the Pennsylvania Lottery Outcome before beginning the programming for
the seven of the clock television schedule. Sure enough, on came the
old farts who always spun the bucket for getting the outcome numbers,
and the number came out 4-9-5. I told the lady to look up and see it
just as it was happening, and then she told me, “Always remember
that the cat knows the 3-DIGIT Lottery Pick-It result, but only for
the Pennsylvania Lottery, and also that it may come out STRAIGHT or
it also may come out BOXED. She used the words of 'scrambled up' then
in the dream, as then in waking life, the term of BOXED would have
been quite meaningless to me since I was not a lottery player, and I
would not have known what she was talking about is she had used that
term. But sure enough that was where the dream seemed to end, and
later on that day after driving to my job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, I went to take an early lunch-break
from 6:45 until 7:15 rather than the normal break time of 9:00 until
9:30, since my night-boss Mister Don Cialoni did not care when I took
it as long as it was a thirty minute break and I punched out and back
in on the time clock as the rest of Joann's
“NIGHT SHIFT”
did as well!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly shit myself when the middle of my
break with the Lobby-TV-Set on and me right there eating my lunch at
one of the table and seating areas, the Lottery Results came on and
those old farts, NOW MY AGE I SUPPOSE, came on and the number ended
up as 5-9-4, or the BOXED predicted number of 4-9-5. Now how and what
is behind the originally predicted number of 4-9-5 is another part to
this beyond fucking amazing story on steroids. The lady told me that
the words meowed by her magical cat, were always going to correspond
with ther alphabet letters and their arrangement in chronological
order, such as 'A' letter being the number 1 letter off the alphabet,
the 'B' letter being the number 2 letter off the alphabet, all the
way to the final 'Z' letter being the number 26th letter
off the alphabet so that the word meowed at me on that bus, of 'DIE',
or 'D-I-E', was really a 4-9-5 prediction for that day's results of
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 results. And then all BOXED
COMBINATIONS may also be the one that comes out if the straight
number itself does not, so the player with this cat needs to always
buy the non hooker employees 'Joann/a' ticket as 'STRAIGHT AND
BOXED”. So cut me a break here willya' Mizz Leo WOMO Margie, and
all lovely MO's everywhere, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!! Now, let us
go the powerhouse psychic experience that totally tops the number 2
one just discussed here, me' great folks and BLOGAUDIANS! I speak of
waking from another absurd and crazy ass dream in the spring time in
the year of 1970 somewhere, while residing at the Dellway Arms
Apartments on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, Apartment #O-15,
which incidentally, speaking of WILD JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROMES AS WELL AS MAGICAL AND INCREDIBLE HUGE BLACK CATS NAMED
GAWKY GAUKAUK; these apartments had legal mailing addresses that were
operated in the precise manner as the magical black cat's lottery
picking system, that many decades later on will come to be known by
the MOUNTAINPEN as the GAWNUM, short for Gawky's Numerology. Now
there is nothing new about this type of occult-numerological science,
and it has most definitely been around for centuries, and I know that
for sure, but you're all free to fact check me on this, and as always
I love it when you do these things and then come to prove me correct
and see for yourselves that I am not ever making up crazy stories
here that are based on either deluded insanity or motives of a
spurious and negative nature for purposes of furthering my own
agendas. PLEASE FOLKS,ALWAYS FACT CHECK THINGS THAT I SAY IF YOU ARE
NOT ALREADY POCESSING KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM SPEAKING ABSOLUTE TRUTHS IN
THIS MORIANITY BOM-BLOG, PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!! So moving along with this
now great peeps, I was living at 1802 Robin Hill during the wild
dream with the magical black cat who later on in other following
dreams admitted his name to me while in the Carriage Lamp Apartments
in the year of 1976 and after sticking a walkie-talkie antenna into
an outlet that I thought then in my total fuckign sacked out
ignorance was a radio antenna that might amplify the walkie-talkie
but rather was a 220 volt air conditioner bedroom receptical, and I
ended up Astrally for a while with Professor Gaukauk of the great
Olympian Province's TECK BAY Mystery School, where he is
Head-Master-Controller as they label it there in Purgatory, and he
had then cut me into little pieces and told me I would wake back up
now on the mortal world in my bedroom at the apartment there, and
sure enough, I did, and scared out of my wits at the tender age of 22
years. But this second experience concerning the great Astral
Professor who dreams here as a powerful and extra large black tomcat,
in many parallel universe locales accessible of course only through
and by way of DREAMS since we are talking about 5th
dimensional fabric of the hyperspace. But before I ever knew Gawky
the magical cat or Professor of Purgatory's great Teck Bay Mystery
School, I had placed anad in the 'situations wanted' section of the
Press of Atlantic City, saying that I was looking for summer work for
room and board, and that is when Tom Reale answered the ad, and the
rest you all know about by now I'm quite sure, as that child
molesting scumbag answered it, and indeed molested me in 1970; but
before I even placed this ad in the paper by at least two months or
so, early in the 1970 year, and at the Dellway Arms CHAIN-STOLEN
SARAH KRASSLE Apartment; I had fallen asleep one night early, around
just shy of ten, and was feeling just exactly as I did last night, a
bit under the weather, or perhaps under the tunnels of
Lindenwold-Liverpool; huh Mister Educator Cooley Hall Count
Vonrussell Marcucci, sir???????????? When I had fallen asleep, my
mom's boyfriend, Mister Sidney 'Cohen' Crown, was in the apartment
with my mom; and then when I woke up around one or so in the morning,
he was still there, as when he visited, he would normally stay until
around two or so. I remember all of this more clearly than I can see
my hands in front of me right now, typing on these little black
fucking computer keys, yo!!!!!!!!! I sprung out of bed and I insisted
on telling my 'super bizarre dream' to my mom, only I did not word it
like that at all. To me, it was not a dream. To
me, IT WAS ABSOLUTELY REAL, AND IT
FUCKING HAPPENED, and I got more
angry and frustrated when I kept trying to tell my mom my address
where I would be staying at in the coming summer time.
Remember that at this point, I hadn't yet even placed an ad in the
'situations wanted' part of the newspaper. This was still out into
the photon projection of the eternal now, or you would all say, in
the future. I continued getting more and more anxious and insisted
that I was giving my mother my address where I will be staying. After
about five to ten minutes of this, I, standing fully upright, began
waking up, as I came to see that even as I was telling my mother this
with her boyfriend sort of glaring at me, and wondering what looney
bin that I had just fucking escaped from; I was actually WAKING UP
ON MY FEET, and then I realized that indeed, my mom was telling me
both while awake, AND WHILE STANDING THERE UPRIGHT AND COMPLETELY
ASLEEP; that I was DREAMING, and she was actually shaking me to wake
me up after several minutes of realizing this terrible trance that I
seemingly was frozen into. Also
now, remember that Mizz Hollister had naut yet shared her
magical FASCITAR INFO
with me yet through her wild and unobtrusively done
stunt that she managed to pull from the office where both she and me'
mom were working in those days in Philadelphia, at the 3 Penn Center
Plaza Building on Market Street and 15th Street, yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!! That was all three to four years away from the eternal
now's Photon-Projection, unless me' current eternal now's
Photon-Memory system is letting me down, and I found THAT to be
hardly fucking ass likely, yo yo yo yo!!!!
Now
kind and unkind BLOGAUDIANS out here, whichever class ye' may be in;
permit, grant, and allow me pweeeeeeeeeeze to share this next major
part of that wild TOP #! PSYCHIC EXPERIENCE with 'challs' here, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was not one bit familiar with
anything south of Southern area Atlantic City in the springtime days
of 1970, and after about ten blocks or so south, and past the great
Rotunda Monument, where the Black Horse Pike then begins heading
westerly into the inland world and away from the Jersey Seashore; I
only knew was called the town of non-JRSS
'ventilator Ventnor', and beyond that, the town of Margate,
and then the town of Longport. Then beyond this was the great bridge,
over to the one and only Ocean City, New Jersey, USAESMWG! Now I had
ridden bicycles up on the boardwalk all the way to the end somewhere
in southern Margate, but I did not have any occasion to ever go off
of it, and then venture westerly into the neighborhoods of those
towns. But in this wild 'DREAM' where I was living already that
future summer in Ventnor, I remember with complete accuracy how it
did indeed match the exact place where child molester (chill-mo)
Mister Thomas J. Reale had indeed taken me after answering my ad in
the newspaper and driving me down there after picking me up that
night at the Oaklyn Chain-Stolen apartment called, “Dellway Arms”!
The hotel at the beach was the same structure and exact color, and it
was called the SANDS HOTEL. To this day, whether it had any
connections to the much later future time casino-days, 'Sands Hotel
and Casino' that was built in Central Atlantic City; is anybody's
“BEST GUEST GUESS”, although
as the great and globally famous expression would indeed be quite
apropos here, “GOD (ESS) ONLY
KNOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the hotel, the area, it all was
the exact same and it all matched the dream 100 mother fucking
percent, yo yo yo y yo BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hey don't complain lovely
SSJKK, you gave me my sense of humor as
you gave me and everyone else all of what we have as well for crying
out louder than endless groupations of LOUDSPEAKERS!!!!!!!! SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh mighty wonderful great powerhouse, Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before resuming me' train of thought here and exposing some truly
fucking powerful agendas of the PWERFUL-PEOPLE of the Scott
Ransom-Tod Realty-1988 Club of ALL GREAT BUGGED UP CONVERSATIONS
everywhere; I tried changing channels on my COMCAST-TV-SYSTEM at
exactly 4:44 non Harlem Addresses Post Meridian, and when nothing
happened and I was then totally frozen up, I observed a totally black
color where it should be BRIGHT BLUE, that little line area on my
COMCAST MODEM or whatever they
call it. This all happened in a perdy dern mother fucking wild JAMES
REDFIELD
SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROME
(JRSS) TYPE OF WAY, as I was switching back and forth from the
afternoon CNN broadcast, to the LAW & ORDER Show on the
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-CHANNEL, and
the episode of that 3-PART Hollywood crap is airing, and on this 3rd
and final episode, the date shows up as being done on my
great daughter's 27th
birthday, or 3-27-97. But all of this doesn't explain how I am
blogging and watching television at the same time,although I am fully
aware that many peeps in this stupid ass digital new-age do in fact
perform many multitasking actions, still, I DO NAUT, since I know
that the human mind was naut designed to efficiently multitask stuff,
and when we do it, no matter who says otherwise; the efficiency of
what we are doing with all combined projects or actions, drops to a
major place that for me is just absolutely unacceptable, yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!
So
heredahelda and yessir Mike Soft Corporation, HERE is the story
behind what is happening today, as I was running a little fucking
experiment in here today with the MILITUFORCE,
as well as their recently newest PAID OFF
ENEMY FOOT SOLDIER, MISTER 605
MEXICO, as I refer to this total barn-house crumb!!!!!!!!
For three days he has blasted his sub-woofers at me ILLEGALLY, or it
should be ILLEGAL 'aniwho', but we all know how the enemies of mine
can make me endlessly suffer with things, and never get any
speakable lasting relief in my entire worthless mother fucking
pathetic and diseased miserable rotten life; and it is all done
completely and totally covertly and secretly, just as the great Sir
Mel Gibson and his lovely co-actress Mizz Julia Roberts, all were
talking about in the nineteen nineties, taxicab drivers, permission
barriers, and so much more all notwithstanding here, on that fabulous
one of ten top movies of the nineteen-nineties, called, “Conspiracy
Theory”! But yes, today would have been number four, where this
assault always begins shortly after three in the afternoon, and then
goes on until somewhere inside of the time window of 4:30 to 4:45 or
so. So I began blogging a good half hour earlier than three of the
clock on this goddamn afternoon just to see if the cycle would
possibly get broken as a result. Sure enough, he came slamming in
somewhere between half past three and just shy of four, and his music
NEVER CAME ON TODAY, and now it is 5:05. I took a short break to eat
a bit of lunch and watch some television as I just told you all
about, and then POOF, the first harassment came with another COMCAST
FREEZE-OUT of me' fucking service, So I unplugged it and plugged it
back in, and it seems to be operational again, but I got back onto
the blog and then told about this most recent M2F action. Hey, even
if not every single thing and or time that “STUFF
HAPPENS”, Paul and MC;
they still totally fucking deserve to be blamed for it, don't you
think????? So SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!! I
heard Mister Mexico-Scum slamming around his apartment for a while as
he does many times, and then all got very quiet. So the 3-DAY cycle
of HELLISHNESS-DOGTOWN-HELL has been broken on this Sunday the 17th
day in mother fucking May of 2020. HA-HA-HA!!!!
Now
before we get way more fully fucking into this
psychic-experiences/supernatural aversion groupations of agenda card
carrying LAMIST Men In Black (MIB) type of covert slimy black
operations types of mysterious goddamn peeps on this Earth-Planet, or
from 'wherever' they truly may indeed be originating from, let us get
into some extremely current events of this day for the endlessly
picked on MOUNTAINPEN!
Somebody
BROKE INTO MY APARTMENT or entered it
ILLEGALLY, and I think that it may have been done just
yesterday, when I went out after Mister Mexico started to blast and
blare his offensive loquacious 'MN' (Music-Noise) at me. Even if
peeps wish to call things like RAP and HIP-HOP art “MUSIC”, I
still further proclaim that when it is heard through the walls of
neighboring apartments and not listened to from the source area or
room where it is actually being played, the world famous Doppler
Effect of sound enters into play, meaning that sound from a distance
or sound that is moving away from its source, gets lower and lower,
just as the opposite is true, and making the sound appear higher and
higher in pitch when it is approaching such as when a train is coming
and the Engineer blows the whistle. If the whistle lasts for several
seconds such as with the first, second, and fourth toot as required
by law to be long toots with the third one being a short toot; but
standing on a platform and hearing the toot as the train is coming at
us, the pitch of the whistle grows higher as the volume also grows
louder. Concentrically when the trail moves away from us if we should
be standing at the station platform, the whistle toot's pitch grows
lower and the volume decreases along with that as well. This is the
LAW of the DOPPLER EFFECT of sound! Now even regular loudspeaker
woofers produce long wavelengths, so as to reproduce the lower end
of the sound spectrum, the deeper basey sounds of vocalists with low
voices as well as the lower octave notes of the musical instruments,
and all the other electrical sounds and effects contained in most
modern era musical pieces. But a SUB-WOOFER is designed to only play
the very lowest wavelengths of the sound spectrum. The good ones cut
off anything much above half a hekka hertz, and they range down as
low as very close to direct current where no vibrations exist or zero
hertz, with the really expensive ones ranging between 15 and 25 CPS
or HZ (Cycles Per Second)(Hertz). Then we get the Doppler Effect
through both distance as well as through the apartment wall, which
further drops the sounds nearly another entire octave, making these
already extremely low frequencies nearly a death weapon at high
enough volume unit levels. Even at eleven bells of sound pressure
level at the music source, it is nowhere near as deep as it is heard
through the wall of a poor neighbor victim of a sub-woofer. The
volume intensity of the sound may drop by three bells or 30
deci-bells (decibels) as it is shortened to in the world of
electronics and sound, but even at 80 decibels or 8 bells of SPL, the
15-25 CPS (Hz) line divides electronically down to about 7-12 Hz.
That extreme low frequency (ELF) even at 8 bells of SPL (Sound
Pressure Level), by nature of the beast is the very beginning of what
could classify as a DEATH WEAPON,
and it can cause not only mood alterations and health problems, but
it can also make people lose control over their bowels, and do other
bad things. So it is all about that extra drop through a wall, and or
with distance, from them that turns the sub-woofer into these
nightmare sounds. As bad as the regular hi-fi woofers were for a
tormented neighbor in an apartment, the difference was day and night.
Even the expensive woofers brought the stereo system to a maximum low
of between 30-50 Hz, with that range varying for the most part on how
much power it was able to take, along with a few other basic
electronic junk that is too complicated to get into. To put it more
in ways that would be easily understood, the cheaper it was, the
closer to the 50 Hz it was, while on the other hand, the more
expensive, the closer to the 30 Hz it was. The higher frequency
sounds that run through the mid-range speaker and tweeter horns, even
at blasting levels, do not make terrible sounds through walls; and
can be blocked out with a neighbor simply turning up their television
or music a little bit, or in my case, turning up my headphone set.
But nothing can block out a heavy booming
fucking sub-woofer through a wall. But let's get back to why I
know that somebody broke into my apartment and AGAIN fucked with me
and vandalized my shit, in total mother fucking violation of both MY
CIVIL AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A FREE AND
LEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY-BORN DAMN ASS UNITED STATES SHITIZEN (CITIZEN)!!!!
Before
I go on with this, nearly 90,000 mother fuckign American citizens
have now died of this cunt lapping Corona Virus nightmare Global
Pandemic. The actual figures as listed on the great CNN from the
great CDC (Cable Network News)(Center for Disease Control), is as
follows:
AS
OF 4:18 PM ON SUNDAY, 17 MAY, 2020:
GLOBALLY--4,690,287
cases--314,096 dead
NATIONALLY--1,480,873
cases--89,318 dead
Whoever
dropped the ball and let this super-bug get out to this world, should
be put to death agonizingly, in all
parallel universes of Spock's cool beard; huh Sir
Palvo Checkoff? And here is the real fuckign cunt kicker in
all of this, besides seemingly the CDC dropping this totally
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE goddamn ball: What is causing this endless weird ass
ration between the USA and the rest of this Earth-Planet in so far as
population verses this assault on it by this nightmare germ from
DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All throughout this dogshit
since it started rearing its beyond fuckign ugly head in America in
very late February somewhere, it has been a 3:1 ratio for us verses
the world. Now if we had roughly one third of the world population,
then the logic to this would be considerably quite clear. BUT, BIG
ASS BUTT and but, kind peeps; our population is nowhere fucking cunt
near one third of the world. Not even mighty fuckign CHAIN-CHINA has
a third of it. We here in america have about a third of a billion
peeps. So if we multiply that by three, we get ONE BILLION. But the
population of the world is somewhere around 7 and one half BILLION
PEEPS, so the oddity factor to this 'ration', with or without any
SORIAN GUARDHOUSE QUESTION REDACTED COPYRIGHT © OFFICE #18 involved
here, and yes Mike Soft, 'heredahelda' too; but yes, the oddity
factor here to this 'RATIO', not 'ration'; HA-HA-HA-HALLOWEEN ©
copyrighted musical projects; is about a seven and a half to one,
because if one billion and not seven and a half billion was the full
global population, then the three to one ratio would match up. So
what is behind this out of kilter balance ratio by a factor of 7 and
one half to 1?????????? Such things simply don't happen for no good
reason. I know that we have indeed become a third world nation IN
MANY WAYS, despite out national resources, our wealth, and our
technology and military capabilities and might, but; to quote me
saying my famous line to my summer camp counselor that was later
HA-HA-HA'd by the great and tasty DQ peeps; “THIS
IS WEEDEEKAWUSS”!!!!!!!!!! So just why is this out of
kilter oddity existing in the ratio here? What is causing a 3:1 ratio
when the population for a match would be more along the lines of a
7.5X3:1 ratio or a 22.5:1 ratio for crying out loud, and then for
that matter, just who let the oatmeal out of Misses
Murphy's chowder bowl, or the goddamn Canadian
Wheat in some fictional future hybrid re-cropping, into
Captain Kirk's and Patty
Duke's pop's Krassle-7
Space-Station up in the 23rd
century; along with not only their troubles, but our own, and
with or without the tribbles from that greatest voted #1 episode that
later led me to an almighty spiritual awakening one evening in 1996's
wonderful autumn from a horrible death house in Somerdale,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!! And now moving this right along here,
my point on this entire blog is truly about why some Majestic-12
force out there somewhere in the weird hats, that have been following
me around since somewhere in the summer time in the year of 1969;
seems to have a mind bending agenda for keeping peeps from being too
interested and concerned with the supernatural things of the cosmos.
Let us go back to when the same HALLS FAWCES were not called MAJ-12
but rather the Tyrannical armies of the Roman Catholic Church and
other governmental forces and groups of those times now called the
days of the crusades, mid-evil times, or the era of the Renaissance;
where the mighty Knights Templar and the great Mason Lodge and many
other forces were all involved one way or another in choosing up
sides of those who were bucking the established order that forbade
such stuff and the other side of the coin where the
MASTERS/CONTROLLERS were
enforcing the ceasing and halting of any and all of this on pain of
death and even torture and death for those who dared to violate the
established order!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, anyone who threatens them by
believing in things such as aliens or UFO crafts from the outer
expansion surrounding our world, or even things that are not within
the so-called teachings of established religious and church doctrines
and orders of preconceived or pre-established beliefs and traditions
and modes of living and or operating in sociological daily lives and
routines, is major disciplined and punished in many various degrees.
I really fucking cunt hate to burst anybody's bubble out here, from
the AAT CLUB to the MAJ-12 peeps or anyone in any in-between club or
order or recognized acceptable authoritative agency for policing and
enforcing their views, but I can promise you that no human person or
combined force or army is behind any of this. No one from this
material world can lay claim to being a spirit when they are here and
existing physically. The spirit entities are all of us and other
things as well but they are existing in a locale where they are
literally multiplied by the speed of light squared. This is the
spiritual realm, the ASTRAL-PLANE, the Purgatory, the “Inside of”
the Big Bang. Because the powerful authorities of the MAJ-12 believe
things in their dim witted way, they assault those who THEY FEAR may
indeed pose any potential threat to their established order in so far
as the way they want those who they endlessly control and manipulate,
to always be, live, think, do, and you name it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's
not ego or vast self exaggeration that makes me believe that due to
the vastness of cosmos, the AAT people just cannot be correct when
all is said and done, yet they do in fact have the most balanced
ideas about why the old legends and myths and even religious orders
and knowledge, all stems from another larger than human source.
They're only wrong about where it all comes from. Instead of looking
OUT, they all need to be looking IN. It all came from the INSIDE of
IT ALL, an dall that is now OUTSIDE here around us, truly is the very
same reality of what was INSIDE once, and no, not a long time ago, as
that implies that time is real THERE INSIDE, when it is only real out
HERE in this blown out 5th dimensional hyperspace, or
(COSMOS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of the Purgatory or ASTRAL PLANE is
inside of the great HIGS PARTICLE as the mighty CERN LABORATORIES
classifies it as!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mizz
Whalehicks said it all so well back in 1986 in that fantastic
STAR TREK MOVIE with the disappearing
Humpback Whales. Her great quote holds so damn true right now in all
of this shit on this blog of today: “And that
as they say is that”. She got it of course from the great
and world famous Mister Esolph from those wonderful Esolph's Fables.
So gee mother fucking willagars FOLKSINGER and FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just imagine that.
Yesterday
when I went out, I drove over to the Hutchinson Island Beaches of
Fort Pierce South Shore, and it was jam packed. Peeps were
everywhere, but nobody was breaking the Social Distancing
regulations, at least not in any real meaningful way. But there were
a whole lot of folks all over the place, out enjoying the nice
weather and glad to be back to a little bit of the semi-new normal. I
sat on the beach right near the dunes and stayed there for close to a
quarter hour or so and then I left and I then drove over to the
Chinese place and got another take out dinner and ate it in their
parking lot area. I then came back home and arrived here at around a
quarter shy of five or so, and the music was off, following the 3-DAY
on and off pattern to the tee. But finally today, Sunday, it broke.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
'THE
END', AND STINKING TO THE DGTN. BG.
MARK
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Well
Mizz Hollister and your friend
Santa Claus, or his doppelganger
“look-alike” aniwho, who 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; it most definitely appears that I AM
NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE THIS MOTHER FUCKING MONSTER MISTER
MEXICO NEXT DOOR TO ME IN MOTHER FUCKING UNIT #605 FROM
BLARING HIS 'HORRIBLE' ROTTEN NON-BORGIA
MUSIC AT ME EVERY SINGLE DAY, AS NOW IT
IS THREE STRAIGHT DAYS OF IT, ONLY THIS TIME IT
FOLLOWS SOME BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY WEIRD ASS PATTERN WITH THE
TIMING OF HIS ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME.
He turns it on at shortly after three in the afternoon now without
fail EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, and then it ends somewhere between
half past four and a quarter shy of five, FOR
THE PAST THREE STRAIGHT DAYS! This
is totally mother fucking cunt eating 'WEEDEEKAWUSS',
lovely Katy,
great lovely Queen of 1997
and Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG.
It
also appears quite apparent here that no amount of secret telling on
a blog with only several dozen consistent readers is going to worry
the MILITUFORCE into holding back their endless unrelenting mother
fucking dick licking death persecution that they have newly given me,
as of this 2020 NEW YEAR HELLISHNESS DAY. But I do not plan to stop
coming up here when they keep ruining each and every one of my mother
fucking days, and telling telling telling rat tat tattle tailing on
everybody who just might in some way or another be partially at least
behind what is happening to me in all of this nightmare fucking
dogshit since August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here goes:
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
MAY 16, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 2:7
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.
Yes,
in reiteration from yesterday, Friday yo, the last three goddamn days
now have been totally mother fucking putrid and awful, or as lovely
Mizz
Borgia
would say on the great “L&O”
TV-SHOW,
quite fucking “HORRIBLE”.
Only gorgeous Mizz Borgia doesn't use lots of fowl language!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
I DO
when my entire life has been completely totally mother fucking wiped
out by this UNHOLY
BASTARD TRASH ASS MILITUFORCE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO! Screw you Mizz Crapinherpants Janewitch
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit, I don't plan on letting you
mother fucking screw me again today with your lousy stinking rotten
ONES-ASSAULT as you did from that mother fucking worthless Baseball
Park that spring night in 1993 in Atlanta, Georgia,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have drawn my ten pages of
ENTER-COLOR-LINES now, so as to avoid this horrible problem, lovely
Mizz Borgia.
So to quote Sir
Chester-Frank
here from the summer of 2000 at some bar near the Delaware
River,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!
'SOOOOOOOOOOOOO',
Sir Arthur Crane of Thompson Consumer Electronics of Deptford,
NJUSAESMWG in 1991; I am all beat to fucking hell and I feel really
lousy and horrendous after another week of TOTAL
DEATH HARASSMENT
AND ELDER
ABUSE,
OH LAW
ENFORCING FBI,
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe they just don't wish to believe that their country could
possibly be engaged in doing stunts so horrible as what is being done
to me, oh lovely Mizz
Borgia.
I know that Mister Officer Comey sure refused to believe me, if
indeed he is the same person; and I truly believe that he is, who
told me that middle-late spring day, in my Williamstown
apartment called the HIGHVIEW,
that my uncle and aunt down in Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG, had both
just died of heart attacks, in
the city hospital there.
Yessir, this
entire mother fucking world CAN BURN IN DOGTOWN PERPETUALLY FOR ALL I
GIVE A BLASTED CUNT LAPPING TRIPLE SHIT, YO!
I will tell some more HUUUUUUUUUUUGE things here on this blog,
Senator Sanders Sir, but WOW am I not believing the coincidence here
of the 2020 wildfire spreading CORONAVIRUS and the 2020 PRESIDENTIAL
ELECTIONS with the Democratic Party totally fucked up from having
their usual shot at being aired on the news as any opposing the
incumbent parties always routinely are on every single leap year in
the recorded history of this nation. Senator Sir, I am not buying
into any of this shit for one wee whittle teeny tiny iota bit and
bite-throat of the Microbursts and the Microsoft Corporation,
BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Tony
Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said
in 1973, to
tie a yellow
ribbon
around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming
home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one
centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE
CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home;
Misses Marola, and Misses
Marcucci????????????????????????
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 ON THIS MAY 16, 2020 SUPER
BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY CAUSED BY MY ENEMY NEIGHBOR NEXT TO ME IN UNIT
#605,
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.
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
'YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yessir,
the established patterns of persecution that have been done to me for
an entire mother fucking lifetime, is beyond unfathomable. But it is
the truth and it is reality, nonetheless. Also what is true and real
and beyond any real meaningful opposing arguments is that there
indeed, as so many law enforcement connected peeps have told me, is
no reason at all in the world for what is happening to me, and also,
if I had peeps this 'Scott Ransom disgruntled' with me as was told to
me by that great realtor dude in those days and times of the Epitome
of Harassment musical project copyrights; then WHY HAVEN'T THEY JUST
KILLED ME??????????? Well, this blog has recently gone out of its way
to offer up a possible reason for the why didn't they just kill me
part, as it seems that I am even ahead of Morris the Cat as far as
infinite lives that seemingly cannot be lost, or in other words, how
do I know that THE MILITUFORCE HASN'T FUCKING TRIED TO KILL ME MANY
MANY TIMES. How can I ever know for sure whether I am switching from
one part of 5th dimensional hyperspace to another, such as
back on August 2, 1996 at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center
Parking Lot with that horrible man from India in his lime green
colored van. How do I know which reality that my
spirit or energy essence is attaching itself to, at any given point
in 4-D/5-D reality of higher-truth?
Maybe he killed both my mom and me on that day, SOMEWHERE, as quantum dynamic equations of the great scientific community would proclaim that somewhere in the 5th dimension, he did, and maybe I always reattach to locales where I escape my death as let's face it, having a talent or a 'GIFT' like that, although others would indeed envy it and call it a great gift, we all know in pure truth the label of such a nightmare, and that is DOGTOWN, or you would call it, HELL!!!!!!!!
Maybe he killed both my mom and me on that day, SOMEWHERE, as quantum dynamic equations of the great scientific community would proclaim that somewhere in the 5th dimension, he did, and maybe I always reattach to locales where I escape my death as let's face it, having a talent or a 'GIFT' like that, although others would indeed envy it and call it a great gift, we all know in pure truth the label of such a nightmare, and that is DOGTOWN, or you would call it, HELL!!!!!!!!
“THE
END”, ALL GREAT AND CUTE SAVANTS.
SO
DOES SOMETHING SMELL GOUUUUUUD?
OR
ARE WE ON BUSSES TO DOGTOWN??????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 a
telephone pole if he knew a shiny quarter was sitting up on top.
That is why he is worth ten $ Gig. The rich are not rich for no
reason, as 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. You
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?????????? SO
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW & BIG ASS WOW!
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 on
numerical tape, as well as in perfect chronological 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 tech 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 then 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, as 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
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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, damn 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 late
1984 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!!!!!!!!!!!!
But 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 that very same light green colored
chair, and 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!!!
Goddess
Fascitar and the Mayans?
WHAT
A WILD STORY THIS IS AS WELL!!!!!
CIFALOGLIO
CALLIO
I
think they called Her ASHTAR!
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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When
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come out of nowhere, and then eventually go back literally into
nowhere, I will THEN BE 90% ON MY WAY OF KNOWING ALL THAT I NEED TO
TO GET IT ALL STOPPED, AND PROPERLY PUNISHED AS WELL. And if it takes
me 3,000 mother fucking years; I'LL GODDAMN DO IT!
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yow were indeed a very gorgeous woman, and that was ALL THAT YOU EVER
WERE. My mother told me at her knee long ago, “If you can't say a
nice word about somebody, then just keep quiet”!!! Well Mom, you
were right, so as I said, THAT IS ALL I WILL SAY. SHE WAS VELY VELY
PWETTY, but to quote Bob McDowell's other famous word from a school
trip into Woodbury one day to a local Y-Gym, to some girl he got
speaking to when I was there with them both, “I wouldn't marry you
if you were the last girl in the world”. She then came back with a
few nice cuss words followed by, “I wouldn't marry you either tall
boy”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, he was tall. And when
I saw him in 2014 or 2015 on a some TV educational show about the
Federal Communications Commission, my old suspicions that it had to
be the vely same dude who was me' pal at the Cooley-Hall, became no
longer any cause for doubt! Some peeps do not change wit age so far
as appearance, such as with the six Brady kids. Greg, Peter, and
Marcia look exactly as they did as teens, just mature. But the other
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altered that I would never guess it was her back in time. Same thing
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or just the DGS for a shortened whittle abbreviation!!!!! But yes
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DM KING,
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The problem with a
day as super fucked up as yesterday, is that the blog that tells the
story, misses the details, and only has time to go straight to the
full major main points and events, which is exactly what happened. I
will now fill in a few blanks.
As you know I went
to the repair shop yesterday and had my problems dealing with the guy
who accuses me of intentionally sabotaging my own expensive machines,
someone on a fixed income who needs to have a video system to pass
the time, as what else do I have under this curse where not a single
fucking soul wishes to be associated with me and treats me like I am
the Bubonic cunt sucking plague itself. I left the shop as I said on
the previous blog and bought some ice cream at the grocery store on
the last day of a sale featuring their own brand, the Publix brand
ice cream, which I have grown t be a major fucking fan of, since
trying it in the middle autumn of 2010 when it was being sold super
cheap at the place I was working, the HARVEST, and for the price of
one third of the BOGO price. So I tried one and loved it, and then
stuffed my entire huge freezer that I had up there at the hood-house,
with 30 boxes of this, at a cost of 30 dollars, one buck each. This
averaged out to be around an 85 dollar saving, and I had months of
enjoyable cheap ice cream to boot. Good things like this happened a
lot to me in 1969, 1980, and 1994. But all other years, for the most
part, forget it, it is just one horrible day that follows another
fucking monstrous wicked day , all year long.
A moron fucking
child is able to see just by reading this new blog book, from where
it began to present second now; that I have said things that have
gotten me into some major potential trouble with my dirt bag mother
fucking enemies. Ask me if I care, I say, as the shoe fits, and a
spade is a spade and a rose is a rose, with or without Billy
Shakespeare.
I had forgotten all
about picking up my medication that I have needed to take ever since
being put on it in early July somewhere in 1983, due to the sudden
mysterious onslaught of my glandular unknown condition that Mike
Patterson calls, an idiopathic condition, and my doctor just laughs
and acts like a real butt wipe. So I went right by it and then within
one minute time, maybe two, I am near to home, and this was when the
car started to lurch if I gave it some start up gas at a dead stop
from a traffic light and that stupid ass fucking ENGINE light came on
abnd stayed on. It was not until I got home that I realized, I had
forgot about picking up my needed medication, as only one more day
supply remains here as of yesterday, and they were expecting me in
any time to pick it up. So before I went to the repair shop on my
second mother fucking trek out into the sweltering blistering torrid
heat; I first stopped and got my meds at the WALGREEN PHARMACY, at
Ohio Avenue and US Highway #1. When I left, and this has not happened
a lot recently; a loud and very low large private airplane buzzed me,
going right over me at the second I exited the door of the pharmacy
heading towards my vehicle. I had already been to the local auto
supply place that could not help me and now I am here at Walgreen's,
and the enemy watches and has me under their total surveillance,
knowing all the least little details that I fucking cunt do; as
they HAVE NO LIFE OF THEIR OWN WHATSOEVER OF COURSE, and it's totally
pathetic how I am such an important issue in their meager lowly fart
sniffing lives. Without me to fuck with, they would have to
crawl into a whole and cover it up and quit fucking cunt breathing
all together, I'll guarantee it, Mister George Boxer
Foreman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So this dirt bag
loud low zenithing aerial vehicle goes over me
to say, “HA HA you little shit”, we got you gouud, just
as Keisha did with that awesome powerful arm punch, back in 1999”.
What totally immature little fart sniffers and babies they all are,
I actually feel sorrier than hell for them, next to hating them to
the point of visualizing them cut to pieces by tons of shrapnel,
hearing their screams for miles and hours, and paying them zero
fucking mercy, as they have paid this to me since August 15, 1986,
and really, even before, it merely worsened since this horrible
fuckiGN magic date from the gates of
lions and hell fire!!!! Let's start the FUCK-ING
HACKS, guys, what assholes!!!
gods-gasme-games-forever!!!!!
But I accomplished
what needed to be done, and got the video machine home and it is
working. The meds are here also and I am all set for August with
that, and see my doctor shortly as well. The car is repaired along
with the DVD-CD-VCR machine, and so far this month of fucking twat
sucking July, I am out $208.00 for these two repairs. I should not
have had to suffer either of these expenses, everybody either screwed
me, such as Radio Shack with their worthless fucking warranties, or
the intentional covert black ops satellite strike on my electrical
sensor switch, in my vehicle. So, I am flat fucking broke, but I will
be getting my Social Security Disability money in three more days on
08/03/2014, or wait a fucking minute, I could get it Saturday or
possibly as early as Friday, as when the third falls on a Sunday, as
it does this month, they always pay ahead so you are not out until
the fourth. Technically, the more I do a TWINBAY-ATTITUDE here,
folks; I may be able to stock up with some good food as early as
tomorrow, but either way, by Saturday, and also, my EBT bennies come
in on the second, a measly 15 dollars, but I'll take it for one great
reason. It is better than $0.00. So my tea and crackers will only
last for today and possibly tomorrow, and then I will be able to
stock up. I do not need a whole lot. I usually buy two times monthly
and then two times for snacks and other food staples. This normally
totals around $270-$350 total food costs, when my ice cream is
factored in. My rent is 288, my auto insurance is 91, my phone,
internet and cable averages 135. My EBT bennies are 15, and my
disability is 994. So income minus expenses on average months of the
year are currently as follows: 994+15=$1009.00. My car is fully paid
for and mine with clear title, but does have 85,230 miles on it, a
clunker by anyone's definition, and has given me its share of
problems no matter how careful I am to be the little old fucking lady
from Pasadena and drive it very carefully and easily, and staying
current on fluids, belts, oil changes, and other normal maintenance
requirements. So my expenses are merely the utility, the car
insurance, and the rent, and them the food and then what is left is
the miscellaneous amount to be used on what is absolutely necessary,
and all other money if any, to be saved, which so far, never is
reality. Enemies always fuckiGN see to that fuckiGN shit, good
people, YO! HACK-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!
So
288+135+91 are the average monthly outgo expenses, and total up to an
monthly average of $514.00. So $1009.00-514.00 is what remains for
food and all and any miscellaneous expenses, gasoline, clothing,
anything from shoelaces to a few movies at the Goodwill for 70 cents
each on VHS tape. This comes to income minus outgo being just a few
dollars under 500, and this is not much. Food is expensive in
Florida. 200 bucks if sales are caught for most of the purchases
would allow me to live almost king style, back in Jersey, here, not
so much, but as with anywhere, you need to know where to go to get
what, and when, and it is all one area unlike Jersey, so planning an
errands route and sticking to a list and a budget, and for another
third or around 300, I can pretty much do a month of foods and drinks
and snacks, etcetera. So this leaves a little less than 200 as
miscellaneous monies to play with, an annual $2,400.00. Looks good on
a budget balance sheet, but ask me how much I have managed to mother
fuckiGN save in the past year and a half since my auto loan has been
fully paid off, and I'll answer you, nothing or next to nothing. If I
would just take 100 of that and hide it away, it would be three and a
half grand in just three years. Again, things work great on balance
sheets and budget books. Reality seems to always kick the fuckiGN
shit out of any positive possibility, and Twinbay and I as a result,
will always remain two ships that past in the night, and never the
twain shall meet, as the old nineteenth century expression would
go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
tried calling a few people from where I worked at Harvest, and they
never called me back. They acted as though they were my friend, put
in the end; they were just more assholes. But were they, are they?
This shit with babies left in cars, the way peeps are acting, the way
I get treated as customers, I could make this list longer than the
long fucking arm of the law, folks. It all proves that more is going
on than can be known by looking at surface obvious shit, all subject
to gigantic amounts of built in maya (illusion)! It is like the
universe. They are 40 years from believing in Lawtronics and
Space-Time-Mind. They are slowly creeping towards getting to this
destination, but I did say slowly creeping, no giant leaps, no moon
walks, no fast trips to the future. First, all things have a fixed
length in the three dimensions we all know and live inside of, L, W,
B. But Lawtronics above the time dimension, at the MIND REALM, has a
law that says these lines have these lengths and this is what time
is, literally, and the illusion we never can see any more than we can
ever see Earth's curvature at ground level; is that these lines
eventually bend down on each side under their own weight, loop
around, and slam connect together into perfect endless circles. The
beginning, the ending, all the in-between time, pure illusion. Taking
this to the other side of the coin on understanding cosmic reality
better; as we approach the speed of light in a fast ship, time slows
down and all infinity would pass before you could expend infinite
energy to reach that velocity. As your time slows down with
acceleration, so does the cosmos time. It is fastest running at its
very beginning where cosmologists call it the BIG BANG. It is slowest
at the outer edges of illusion that truly bend back around in all six
opposing directions into itself. The beginning of our universe had
very slow time and what we might perceive as 1X-10, to the 90th
exponent second, would be like a billion years. Concentrically, as
everything races away lawtronically and all the infinity void
dreamers are escaping outward and away into this dream-creation, with
mind energy that cosmologists call DARK ENERGY; simultaneously we all
exist at void infinity beyond the Plank Astral Realm, at absolute
zero dimension. So after enough dream outs, the void itself which is
all that is real, pulls it all back to itself, or the dreams end and
we awaken to the truth of void, only this goes on endlessly as it all
was in a process long before time existed. First there was mind, then
there was nothing, then there was mind realizing it existed in
nothing and nothing could ever be real unless it was dreamed out or
created. So gravity is true mind at the void, pulling its dreamers
back into itself, and cosmologists call this DARK MATTER. MIND
AT VOID IS GRAVITY or attraction force. MIND
ESCAPING OUT INTO DREAMS is what is endlessly
accelerating and expanding the space-time-mind fabric. But as it
happens faster and faster, time eventually will slow down, and it
will take forever for the expansion to cause the universe to
go into a freeze or an endless expansion, as the line is fixed above
time, with a start and a stop, and the lawtrons in the seventh
dimension bend that line down and around on each end, via dreamers
and mind, so the space and the time is a huge trickster that fools
all the great minds endlessly, or maybe not. Part of the magic of
Earth is that there are more than a million perfect balances that all
needed to be balanced to a razors edge, each and every one. How can a
million things be that perfect, unless an intelligence, the LAWTRON,
is doing this? Then comes something that goes over the minds of the
greatest in cosmology. Why do humans here on Earth, a planet about
just less than 25000 miles in circumference, all have a conscious
mind awareness to little time pieces or instants that are about 400
give or take a few, each minute? Why also is the universal speed of
light able to go around this 25,000 mile world in the very same
velocity, about 400 times around the planet, each and every minute,
matching our mental consciousness and awareness to this reflection of
time, the photon, or LIGHT? This is all a Lawtronic program of a
sort. These laws are why all things are what they are all over the
fifth dimensional multiverse, and why my life is the way it is too. I
may hate it and curse about it morning and night, but that is tough
shit for me. So it does not matter whether we are in the forward or
the reverse cycle where things are closing up or blowing out. The
reason it is expanding faster is because the explosion has a lot more
to go, and as it goes, it will work like disinflation in the world of
capitalism. Gradually it will slowly stop expanding faster. Then much
further yet down the road; it will start a slow crawling reversal,
but none of us will ever ever see reversals nor will we see absolute
points. We exist in our smaller lines inside the larger line of
cosmos. If we were seeing either direction start to get to where it
would be dangerous, time would run slower and slower and slower for
us endlessly, while we would not notice it. The illusion would be the
reversal and change in cosmic expansion or contraction. It all loops
around, and the illusion is too strong to ever be observed. The real
mind blow is that in either direction, it is expanding out, as this
is who we are, explorers dreaming out of the void. So in either
direction, our relative perspective and viewpoint to reality
surrounding us, is that things are getting larger and that it is
happening faster, but eventually, if our lines were anywhere near
long enough to be in a ratio with the line lengths of cosmos, it
would appear to slow down and down and down, as cosmic time would be
changing, producing that illusion. Just as light speed works on human
travelers aboard a space ship, so does the vessel of the universe
work in very similar manner. What we think was the first 5 minutes of
time after the Big Bang, was billions of years the way we would feel
time, should we be able to exist in that primordial soup of
unfathomable temperature and pressure, which is not possible,
physically. But at the plank level, in-between the void infinity and
the physical hyperspace that comes into play,lays the great Astral
Plane, where first Lawtronics works its magic, and then MIND forms to
go on to create space-time, by a powerful lawtronic program that as I
said, could no way be a coincidence of a million razor slice perfect
balances so that we are all here and alive and living on Earth in
2014. 40 years ago, I was where these guys are now, and peeps were
laughing. 40 years from now, they will be where I am now, hopefully,
and I hopefully will have left this veil of tears, physically, as
this dream for me has totally fucking sucked, at light speed squared!
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.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I plan to leave this area and will not be divulging my exact plans to
a soul. I trust nobody at all!
THE
END, AND
STINKING TO
DOGTOWN BDG.
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