POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 13

9:54 AM, 30 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY

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Mister Arthur Crane taught me some wild shit in 1991 shortly after moving into Misses Meeker's rental home in Gibbsboro in Camden County, and also after losing my guarding post at the General Engines Company near National Park, New Jersey in Gloucester County resulting from taking a one week vacation. If you don't like post reassignments in the private contract security business, never take a vacation, but it may be great advice for someone in the bizz who is looking for a transfer to anywhere other than the post they are at, who can ever know? Still none of that is me' pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, yo! He told me how peeps like us who are always being shadowed and especially during times of extra heavy persecution by secret MAJ-12 agencies, this is a great time to be in business for yourself as a small road cafe or even if you just have a small vending cart, and a legally licensed location. Why? 'Simpelllllllll', Mister 1979 Chuck Certainteed Corporation Kim, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Vely vely' non-Bob McDowell 'simpelllllllllll', yo!!!!!!!!!! How I can always hear the lovely Misses Antoinette Rabil of Cooley Hall say to the teasing kids in the classroom one day, “When you can speak French as well as I can speak English, you'll have a legitimate reason for teasing me”. So when I can speak 'weelwee geuuuuuud Korean', then I'll be legitimately able to tease old security-guard Chuck Kim, from the disco years. But let's move ever onward here. We are stalked and followed while outside doing anything at all by several of them, the foot soldiers, as he would refer to them as. Just as old ex-prosecutor assistant at Camden County Prosecutor's Office in Camden City, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior used to say to me so damn often yo, “They're always there and naturally it will always be very tough to prove”. He ran many automobile license plates for me and they always would come back as totally unregistered in any system. I don't know if they had some federal registration, where secret agents such as CIA or NSA, and other BFA agents, can have their vehicles legally registered, yet totally untraceable, should a citizen such as myself have such a person as Mister Wirtz to run them. But that horrible day when I was out on my TIKER back on the 15^th of May, proves that they will always be there and that this won't ever stop until Mister Carpenter's great robot ends this present age of unholy persecution, and the 12^th planet sends the Christ-droid back, if we can all share a wee bit of Irish humor here, lads and lassies, huh lovely Latengrate “Auntie” Alice Gallagher Huntington? Here is a CAP job to remind the reader what I am discussing before I proceed a bit beyond just the events of one particular day that was more than six weeks ago now. But let's move ever onward here. While waiting and there at most, four minutes; this prick in a green van, similar to the one that stalked my mom and I back on August 2^nd in 1996, at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Grocery Store Parking Lot where that horrendous man from India threatened to kill both me and my mom on that horrible super botbar day, that again, AS ALL TOTALLY SARAH RELATED AND CONNECTED AS ALWAYS WHEN PILES OF SHIT HIT FAST SWINGING FAN BLADES; on or off of the mighty fucking frightening and illustrious Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; but this driver sat there and never exited, and the rain had stopped, and he sat there, and when I casually looked over, it was a man around thirty five of Caucasian persuasion, middle build and height from my best view and guess; and he looked mean, and he also looked at me and I knew that he was part of that same MILITUFORCE shit that just as with that last time when I went out to escape the death siege of my bastard rotten nabe from hell, he was there to fuck with me and stalk me, and illegally harass me; and this has been going fucking on since the middle mother fucking nineteen-eighties, and perhaps even longer for all I really truly know, yo!!!!!!! Now this ends the CAP-job, but here is what I wish to further elaborate upon now just hours away form Mickey@Mars and his great endless first days of JULY, followed by the almighty great real waking world firing day of mountainpen from the Griffin Pipe Company by the Almighty dirt bag jerk off visiting big boss, Mister Stone, on the 1^st day in month-9 September, only in 2004, and not in 1977, yo brah!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, a wild prophecy indeed to say the least here, and yessir world, this was all told and blogged about, and I may be reiterating later on sometime in this hellish-2020 year as things all tie in some more. For now I'm discussing the stalking and shadow-following of me and peeps like me, by what I always called the 'WOMO', up through the days of meeting Sir Arthur, at the great Thompson Consumer Electronics warehouse of Deptford, New Jersey, USA; when we both were security guards there in 1991, and shortly into 1992, if memory is serving me accurately. He said that we can get rich if we save and bought someone's lunch cart vending license who wants to retire and move to goddamn Florida. That's a paraphrase. I ended up being the one in Florida, but that, as the great stooge Mister Moe Howard would say so well, “Is neither here nor there”!!!!!!!!!!!! Filthy rotten dirtbag whore Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Thistlethorns Ratassbastard just got me really mother fucking GOUUUUUUUUUD, folks with page eleven of eleven. I totlaly fell down on the job today and she was just waiting to strike me as if I was the goddamn stinking rotten Empire State Building Tower and she was Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis here in the material caporial world!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THERE IS MY MOTHER HUMPING DAMN ASS COMPENSATION FOR THE ASSAULT; EVIL JANE BALLPARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I had some WILD DREAMING INTERACTIONS again, but WEIN????????? At least LIGHTNING (DIANA-DZA) was with me for some of it. SHE was flashing lots of lovely colors, and lots of brilliant white flashes as well, all around me; and I could feel some of HER lovely currents all through me. Thank you lovely BABY BLOND, and not bay-blond GASME GAMES of the typewriter-GAME; for coming to me in 5^th dimensional hyperspace!

I have told how having wild DREAMS with SARAH seems to cause MAJOR LIFE BLOW OUTS for me EVERY SINGLE TIME, and this constant to reality doesn't seem to want to go anywhere, not any time soon anyway, yo! The most recent time was around a year ago give or take, and then right after that literally all of DOGTOWN broke loose around me, the car damage twice with first the fuel injection switch part that went bad for the sixth time in less than ten thousand miles of usage, then the September 27 intentional damage to my rear body when that drunken slut guest of this building, ILLEGALLY SLAMMED INTO MY CAR, and I never ever was able to get one tiny wee bit of goddamn justice, in this totally and absolutely corrupt fucking County of Saint Lucie, Florida, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some BLACK HAT HACKER IS FUCKING WITH ME' CUM-PUKE-HER while I am attempting to do me' yo-yo's, yo BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!! And yo, Federal Bureau of Investigation and EX-LANDLORD in Berryville-Hammonton, Agent Steve Caruso of Austin Texas, as of 2009 year of common era!!!!!!!! This reminds me of that Hammonton 1994 'accident' with those miserable rotten Mexican-American drivers, who ILLEGALLY PLOWED RIGHT INTO ME HEAD ON, and then I was the one charged with the accident, and my witness from a nearby house where it happened, was PAID OFF TO SHUT HER MOUTH, and then I learned all of this later on FBI; and I'll swear fucking to it any time, in GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING COURTS OF LAW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; and then peeps say that I complain and rant too damn much. Try NOT ENOUGH, mother fuckers out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What I have been put through by the MAJESTIC-12 peeps of the GSGF (Global Shadow Governmental Forces) AKA (HALLS FAWCES); is beyond unmentionable and unspeakable, and even on a ton of mother fucking rat ass bastard steroids, yo BRRRRR! But let me move this still farther along, OKAY MISTER LATENGRATE JOHN KING OF 10SC AVENUE, in AC-NJ-USA????????????

The age old question asked of me, by anyone whom I've told even the tiniest fucking parts of my sad story from DOGTOWN ITSELF to, echos loudly and beyond annoyingly in my goddamn ears! WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY is this being done to you, Mister asshole Mountainpen? I've been asked this by cops, political figures, district attorney's, coworkers, neighbors, friends, and enemies alike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sure I can give a full explanation, but who has the necessary fucking eight hours to sit still while I condense and abridge a century long story into a third of a day? For that matter, why would anyone wish to ever give me that long? It is not going to happen, not now today, not ever, and I'm mother fucking smart enough to absolutely realize and get this. I also know that if it was ever proven, I would be jury awarded money that is on par with the net worth of peeps like all of these computer whiz shits, who've taken over our society with this digital shit from hell. Gates, Zuckerberg, Amazon Baldy, and the list is endless; and I would be right up there with them all, to the penny, on a financial balance sheet, and all of this proves one thing to me beyond any doubt whatsoever. This IS NAUT a fair world, Jim Burr, Oh Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So for a while, we will be dissecting my life all over again as well as see it through the eyes of my enemies so that maybe some logical shit ass sense might be derived from some of it, and it won't appear to be merely an epitomized pile of prish. You know, as in all the characters and not just lovely Mizz Hollister, but all of them. We wil start all over again. But this time, we have lots of hindsight and perfectly adjusted rear view and front view mirrors, on our philosophical vehicle. We now will redo many things and in new light and wisdom of seeing not just words that I used in 2006, when I began this fucking blog, such as 5^th dimensional hyperspace, WOMO-MILITUFORCE, you name it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also now we've established the great connections of my life, and many others may I add this wee bit of observation from a hindsight view as well; with the great super talented screen writer and producer, Mister DICK WOOOOOOOLF!!!!!!!!! Of course much of this can be and most likely even IS, all a part of the 'JRSS', but this still is in need of major dissection and viewing in as unbiased and impersonal a way as would be 'humanly-possible', 'OKAY', JOHN KING???

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 12

9:08 AM, 29 JUNE, 2020, MONDAY

Just about every night is filled with 'wild dreaming nightmares' as the accepted terminology goes for this type of human world phenomenon. Last night again was absolutely no exception whatever. I was all over the place in various parallel realities, and mostly in Philadelphia, and mostly at night. These are rare dreams but they do happen, and as biblical prophets learned long ago from or “upon GOD's instructions”, this usually connects into certain particular items while back awake the following day or near-term times. My cum-puke-her just stopped working or froze for a few seconds for no good reason whatsoever at 9:12, yo!

Yesterday, Mister Mexico began to blare his garbage somewhere shortly around ten or fifteen minutes past two, and it lasted for only fifteen minutes or so, and stopped. That was quite an unusual experience, and I blog all unusual experiences as I've learned that all things around me and surrounding my DOGTOWN ON EARTH (DOE) have meanings and of course, through the JRSS, the dots are always perfectly connectable, at least on the scales of eventuality.

Yes I said it several times over the past five or more years now that nothing around me ever makes a whole lot of sense and that things in general have become, to use a word from my dream-worlds, “prishy”. I never of course 'dreamed' in my wildest fantasies that the waking world of Washington and the entire United States government system, would literally do a biblical Prophets dot connectiveness match up to my PRISHINESS, but it has. Totally it has with no possible head scratching wonderment whatsoever! One of MY PERSONAL things of total quintessential PRISH, is my Blogaudian Page-View count and unexplainably connected item of when my life is at its wildest and weirdest and worthy of being blogged as well as read by the maximum possible audience, this is when the count drops by somewhere close to 500 views per week, or said in monthly counts, goes from being a monthly 6K average blog (6-KAVG) to a 4-KAVG) blog. Things such as this, at least in one particular dimension where my 'spirit' goes to 'dream', are called prishy, just as any and all words spoken in the current administration's White House and especially the Press Secretaries, all of them, beginning with the dude who hid in the bushes. PRISHY, PRISHY, PRISHY. Words can be prishy, conversation can be, things in general can be, and ever since TRUMP threw his mother fucking hat into the ring for the presidency in middle 2015 somewhere, the entire country that I reside in has become one huge PRISH!!!!!!!!!!! Then of course, most of these same people involved in this incredible 'prishiness', call my Morianity the Epitome of the Prish. It is also interesting that if we simply add in one little letter to that transdimensional word, in-between the 'P' and the 'R' letters, we would have the word “perish”. And then many folks insist that the JRSS is all a lot of mother fucking total hogwash! Like WOW, as the kids would put it, huh world?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Words like powerhouse used to only refer to large electrical manufacturing warehouse systems on large waterfalls such as Hoover Dam and other places. However there are many connections with all of this, along with the great Viqueen Mini-Great (VMG) Jewelly White, who goes humanly by Julia White. We have the ever connected many things of 'white' as well. The WHITE HOUSE, the WHITE HORSE, WHITE POWER, and many things right down to my ol' semi-pal at Cooley Hall in early 1969 in Misses Marola's class, Mike White, son of a great Senator of those days, when actor Fred Thompson was also a SENATOR long before the 'LAW and ORDER' DAYS of television shows and now it seems, slogans of President Donald John Trump as well. And then without any golf cart riding pals of the president, we have more continuous and endless dots all connecting up together, do we not; oh great news media, and sound EFX-Lady, on the great Drew Carey Price is Right TV-Show? Mortimer Mortino is all over me this fucking morning, with one of his annoying passes after another!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a royal fucking pain in the asshole, huh sir Weldon Saunders of 1987? That dude had quite a story to tell back then while we were both working as security guards in a Berlin, New Jersey, USA location where a type of home for the elderly was being built there on a large empty piece of land. I know his story is correct and it would take me way too mother fucking long to tell it all now, but I may someday get into it if I ever get a more appreciative group of viewers. I am saving many items for a 10-KAVG grouping of Blogaudians. If that never happens, then do not expect me to ever tell shit that's worthy of a 10-KAVG viewership, yo yo yo yo yo yo, as it ain't gonna' fucking happen, yo BRAH! Now that is not me being spiteful or mean, but simply being totally logical and rational. I am merely obeying an ancient piece of wisdom that is absolutely one hundred percent SCRIPTUAL here, and most if not all of you out here have heard of it. “Don't cast your pearls at pigs”. That is not my words, but the Almighty's!!!!!!!!!! I obey you my endless awesome teen queen Pink-Goddess SSJK!!!!!!!!!! So as Sir Chester-Frank puts it so well and did back in the year of 2000 at some bar near the Delaware River one dark late night, while I was with his pal Paul Pedersen and him; “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!

Another old saying is “More to give, more to get”, and I enjoy quoting it as if it was spoken onto a full track open reel tape recording machine such as my old Panasonic Techniques RS1500US model, that was purchased at the NYNY-USA Martin Audio-Video Store by mail order, at the very end of the spring of 1980, and then after that saying is recorded, the reels are turned in the other direction and then played back. Of course I'm kidding here as it would sound like garbled speech, but all I am saying here is that my saying reverses the established one and goes, “More to get, more to give”, or in other simpler terms, if a real group of more than just a tiny trickle of peeps ever reads my words, then I will tell ALL of the ENTIRE truths to stuff that so far, I've only laid down lots of basic opening layers to on these long winded fucking blogs. And if peeps all wish to keep this status quo, then fine, we'll just keep right on going like we are going right now. Whoever may not like this can take it up with the Almighty, as I am only following orders here!!!!!!!!!!

An entire world is out here amidst of craziness and prishiness far beyond anything ever written so far in this Morianity and Religion for Millennium 3. You all know totally well that I'm referring to Trump and the entire Republican Party or 99% of them anyway, and the way our entire government system has gone now since he won the 2016 election. You also know that I have told how he will stop at absolutely NOTHING to GET HIS WAY, and that he has Astral Plane wisdom and knowledge that WORKS, and you all see the evidence of it. These blogs told of the days and times when I was back in Jersey and yet I told how this rotten evil bastard swine-bag wiped out my entire life, and how I was all connected in and through many things that now ARE IN FACT PLAYING OUT ON THE ENTIRE GLOBAL STAGE all around us! And you STILL MOCK ME AND LAUGH AT ME, even blue media systems such as Cable Network News won't believe me or take Morianity and Mountainpen seriously. They will of course, and soon, and to quote the great MC, “It will be too late” then, of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You cannot unscramble this egg of disaster, once it fully splashes all over the floors of the Earth-Planet; and IPYT great people out fucking here, yo!!!!!!!

All throughout my recent twenty or so years throughout this current century, I have played a whole goddamn lot of paper or hypothetical Roulette games, as you all should know by now. I also keep accurate charts and graphs of my personal life and luck to some degree, nothing on par with what I used to do from 1982 when I started this operation, through about 1997 while at the Somerdale 'Death House' where I brought it all to a halt one day, when I could no longer take seeing nothing but endless ones all scattered onto 'number-diaries', as I would refer to and label them. But I never took advantage of the obvious parallel event of playing already lower NZ range wheels when all hell was at its absolute worst for me, and sooner or later, forcing those wheels completely out of the NZ (Neutral Zone) of between 30% and 70%, and to 29% and below ranges. Recently as you all know, I have had two of my carddeck wheels drop well below the NZ, starting around THANX-2-GIVENS of 2019 last year (Thanksgiving Day), and progressing ever onward with my disastrous unfathomably cursed hellish life on quintessential steroids! Remember that once the neutral zone is crossed in either direction, and I begin to do my Q&A experiments, and then use other carddeck-wheels to play paper-Roulette or 'PHR' as I call it; not all of the times between then and when and if the carddeck-wheel comes back again to the NZ, do I win in my PHR, which by the way does not stand for Public Housing Roulette, or even Patricia Hollister Roulette, but rather Paper-Hypothetical-Roulette. Still, there goes those endless James Redfield JRSS Synchronicity Syndrome dots of ever and endless connectiveness, yo! If I won by following the black or white matter-space graphs, it would be beyond nice, but remember that I must use caution for several reasons. These cards do not always tell the future, and answers can be wrong even when following this procedure as was told of on several earlier blogs. The most powerful times to use these card-decks or genie-wheels or whatever name you may wish to assign to them, is shortly after they leave the NZ and head either into the BMS downward, or the WMS upward. What makes all things lose in life is the whip-saw effects, which would only exist as the very bi-product of a 3-D Q&A experimenter trying to access information of an all-knowing source of 5-D cosmos. Having cards that can be asked 50-50 questions that range into BMS and WMS are great, but it is not like they never give a wrong answer once in those wild zones outside of neutral. That is simply wishful thinking, but cards that are in the BMS and the WMS ranges, do have the POTENTIAL to give more correct answers than incorrect answers. As all great stock brokers will tell any and all potential investors regarding playing the stock market, “If a broker can guarantee at least a 51% winning average, we can make money! I doubt that I'll ever set foot in a casino again in my entire life, but that is not the point behind why I do all of this. The point is only understood by those who have the slightest basic grasp of something that is known of as “Quantum Reality”. All things everywhere are in an endless flux in the SPACE-TIME-MIND matrix. What brings it all into a material reality, event by event, is a higher mind that our lower brain comes from that goes onto choose a dot on this 5^th dimensional matrix system, and places it then into a linear truth that produces the illusion of time moving along from past to present to future, when in truth this is not what is happening to any of us. My banker told me that the great Sir Elon Musk if I am spelling his names correctly, totally knows this as truth, and only a very few others do as well. I believe but am not fully sure, that NYU's Professor Michio Kaku also knows this powerhouse fact of truth. It's hard to live with once you absolutely know it, but we must, as nobody gives us any choice in the fucking matter. But as for this quantum reality, the HALLS FAWCES that literally make my life what it is, no matter what I ever try to do to circumvent my horrific shituation; completely adjust and bend to the potential of my being able to win more than I lose on 50-50 bets, because IF I CAN, whether I find that attic hidden treasure in my home or not; the quantum reality is that it's there or it's not there, and just as creditors are only interested in collecting INTEREST, since principle debts can be left on books as assets or collectibles in a book-keeping net worth valuation system that determines their credit worthiness and all sorts of other high finance junk that I don't need to get into right now, this too works in exactly the same manner. Just as with ENERGY, and kinetic verses potential; if there is potential energy such as a tightly would up spring coil, that can be suddenly released; this counts equally the same as if the release happened, and made something work or move as a result. My ability to win more than I lose in a 50-50 chance system can literally potentially alter my life and END THE HUNTINGTON CURSE, thus and hence, the QR (Quantum Reality) is absolutely effected, and in ways that only a top think tank scientist could begin to understand and discuss with me intelligently. Mister Snyder from Jersey said it all, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 11

9:13 AM, 28 JUNE, 2020, SUNDAY

Last night was another heavy nightmare time, of my spirit exploring hyperspace, and in numerous quite unpleasant locales, with peeps who are anything but nice to me. My mom said it so damn perfectly all throughout my young life, and even well into my damn adulthood. “Life is so unfair because things should get easier as we get older, only they dont. They get harder and harder”. That is just about if not, A PERFECT QUOTATION. Not only must I suffer with horrendous rotten people while awake, but while asleep most times also. When I was taking my prescribed anti-anxiety medication, one side effect benefit to it was a lessening by far of these unpleasant nocturnal memories upon awakening. This in effect is almost as if it never happens. It works no differently than the man who owns a home with hidden treasure in his attic behind a panel wall and lives there his entire life but completely unaware of the treasure being there and right in his potential grasp. However, there are still towel-seepage-effects, and that no one can escape from (TSE). Still, I'd rather have that and not know all of the why's going on around me here while awake, if it meant getting a nice break from my horrible fucking life for seven hours out of the twenty-four hour daily cycle. This is what Sir Eddie Himacane and I had several discussions about, and his final words on the topic each and every time were, “Mark, they can't get at me, I don't DREAM”. And for about 90% accuracy, his statement is fully correct. As stated however, the other ten percent that Morianity calls the TSE, that is something that none of us can or do ever escape in our human lives. I've told lots of things concerning this topic, and many of the mysterious why's have indeed been explained to my Blogaudians. Also, I've watched Biblical Scriptures literally come alive pertaining to dreams and prophecy, all throughout the New Testament. The only problem is the Roman Catholic Church and their Canonization processes of using as a final Bible product, our presently used sixty-six books, doesn't include lots of things that delve into the mechanics to exactly why the hyperspace works as it does, so that these dreams indeed can explain many things, such as my huge music amp being placed into my apartment and the maintenance peeps insisting that it be in here and used that day in that horrendous nightmare, and then an hour or less after coming awake and going through the waking day, all hell broke loose with that all day party and blaring monstrous music. I am way more interested after a lifetime of experiencing full blown transdimensional interconnected hellishness such as that wicked day, of being able to dissect it all and fully or at least to a great deal, be able to understand just what is going on around me, first “out there”, and then “back here”; OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! One thing that I have come to understand just this year of quintessential misery, is that what counts the most is the basic locale in hyperspace that my Morianity has attempted to divide in two sections that are labeled LOCALIZED hyperspace and DISTANT hyperspace. This is more important than all of the smaller details after that such as the actual experiences in these locales of 'our dreams'. Once we enter a zone that is outside the localized area, things never have to make as much connected-sense with our waking world self because the ratio of connectiveness is absolutely mathematically integrated into the distance away from us in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. As we move farther out away from waking reality, where chairs turn into dogs and sofas into Toby-Couches and pizza pies into our granny's face, and along these lines, we also literally move into an ever widening effects-ratio where things there have less and less connective significance with things here, or concentrically, as we are in shallower and more localized locales where things only differ such as floor plans in our homes or having different spouses or children and so forth, the connectiveness to the effects or the TSE also become greater. This ratio is absolutely perfect. I have a re-start fucking program that is annoying me, so I am going to allow the machine to do its thing as once before when I kept postponing its stupid ass program, I lost some unsaved parts to my blog, and I don't like repeating bad fucking history. I'll get into last night's unpleasant shit when I return, as it involved Julia White, Sidney Crown, Ann and Dawn King, and some other extremely rotten shit that needs to be discussed in terms of TSE and the 5^th dimension. Okay the stupid computer geeky shit is over. It all has to do with new junk like Microsoft Edge, and other junk that is just wasting my time. I need to tell things of cosmic proportion now, and I don't need annoying doghouse sweepers, or repressed family memories from dreams; or any other crap. Last night, I had some real doozie-whopper DREAMS. Before getting into them and how they pertain to the ever progressing Morianity related dogshit; I need to remind people that all of life is a learning curve, and that in one way or another, all of us are making it up as we go along. If this weren't the case, then the only alternative truth is that we are waking up with total and full knowledge of all the details to how our lives will proceed until we climb right back into bed again, and the cycle would repeat from there, as in that new age expression we all are hearing now so often, you know, “Rinse and repeat”. Tee-Hee-Hee, Mizz Lilly Munster from the nineteen-sixties!

Part of this nightmare was my double, back again living with those monster people from Dogtown, Ann and Dawn King of Berryville-Hammonton, and who originally hailed from none other than thirty miles east of there in good old lovely, world famous and quite illustrious, Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. People claim that only an insane mind makes such big deals out of locations or for that matter, dates, times, numbers, all of it. The American Psychiatric Association or (APA) for short absolutely considers these things to be along the lines of their many numerous recognized mental illnesses or magical thinking and psychotic delusions related in one way or another to the illness of schizophrenia. This is partly why I have been collecting disability from the Social Security Administration, since the autumn of 1995, with a short period where I was taken off of it, while employed full time with the great illustrious Assets Protection Security Company of Pennsylvania. But getting back to my doppelganger living again with Ann and Dawn King, we were in some area that the gods only know, and the layout appeared to be like a large mobile home, and Dawn did not have the same husband there who was Mister Louis Laines from Guatemala, but instead a large heavy set young man, also of South American descent, and they were, as they did here as well, always getting into knock down drag out fights. I was always trying to take my morning shower and clean up in the only bathroom, and always gave notice for when I was about to go in, and yet every time, they fucked it up for me and I had to stay dirty, and it was beyond extremely unpleasant for me to say the very least. Also in this nightmare from Dogtown was my mom's old boyfriend, Mister Sidney (Cohen) Crown. He would come over and talk to my double, or me, about none other than the great VIQUEEN HERSELF, lovely Mizz Jewelly White, and also, an entire group of other family related people, other related family WHITE'S; and how they in some weird way were all connected with him, Sir Sidney Crown. He got talking to me about all sorts of really far out shit, but it all related to that topic; and it got more and more extremely unpleasant as it went along. In this reality here, Mister Crown did come back into my life one day while residing at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, as it seems that when my mom got off of the PATCO Lindenwold High Speed Line Train System at the Ashland Station that is four blocks from the far western property line of the Robin Hill Apartments, he spotted her, and they got talking, and she got into his car and he then drove to our apartment there. He was every bit as annoying and obnoxious as he was when I was in my middle teens, and this was when I was in my middle late twenties in the spring time of 1984. Good old 1984, huh ESS, Comcast? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

SUNDAY, JUNE 28, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

FIRST QUARTER MOON

Yes please do naut think me to be an ungrateful miserable old turd sniffing wretch heredahelda and HERE me BRO; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a BIG ASS BUTT, and yes, but; I do naut understand how to work your three pieces of black cloth, maybe I am just a fucking stupid ass worthless wehtahd or sompem, yo!!!!!!!! Still, I will now publicly thank the Allegany Franciscan Ministries for their generosity in giving me these 'whatever's'! I was shown however by the Office Manager how to use the slits on each side of these masks to place them over me' ears as they widen and stretch over the ears. Whenever I go to any public place, I do wear my mask. I am not a total fucking idiot moron, like the Earthly chaptered Briggbase Personnel, and their Master-Controller (leader) all are, yo brah.

I love shit when it has logical explanations, and despite many peeps the world over who endlessly believe that the MOUNTAINPEN is a nut case whack job, who enjoys his sicko weird life of epitomized inconceivability; I am almost giddy with fucking hyper-space-mechanical joy, or other JRSS related high schools of entertainment; when shit indeed has a rational and explainable reality behind it, that I'm able to discern. I am now getting another, and this time, A MAJOR DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, this time on me' mother fucking LEFT SIDE, YO! Get fucking lost you goddamn prick Morty, willya'??????!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the moon phases of changing hyperspace situation that I blogged about before seems to have a very logical and rational bunch of reasoning behind it. It seems that I occasionally paste in the wrong lunar calendar as I do not redo it every time I do a blog, and I use the repopulated method of pasting in old master sheets from prior blogs. Even dumb ass me knows how to do re-populations on word processing systems. But I do sometimes paste in from a blog that is too many back from the present one being worked on, and then I got the wrong amounts of the four phases out of the eight that do not have merely one phasing amount as do the new moon, first quarter, full moon, and last quarter. The other in-between phases can have 5 or 6 or 7 phases depending on the way the calendar all fits together. This is not so much different from the EDITOR'S CUT in various TV shows and even movies. Many times they are a little bit different, and that is not high school musical or HSM connected with or without any thrills or joys or Disney copycats from Dogtown to Halloweentown. No folks, you have just totally pegged the MOUNTAINPEN all wrong when you keep insisting that I love WEIRD. I despise damn WEIRD, and I only wish on an hourly basis that I could somehow, some day, HAVE A MOTHER FUCKING NORMAL WAY OF LIFE. What a goddamn fucking total miracle that would be for poor little pitiful me; lovely Linda Ron!!! Morty is everywhere.

No one can make up anything, and no one can scramble anything beyond the cosmically recognizable truths that lay within all and any items. No, I was not told that by Alpha-Deep-6. He did send me electronic mail years ago in the early twenty-teen years, but that was all. I had powerful reasons for doing and saying everything, as well as temporarily confusing the M2F enemies, by saying that he was the one who told that to me. In the summer time of 1997, and approximately a year after moving into that Somerdale NJUSAESMWG DEATH HOUSE on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues; Mister David Charles Roth and I, had many talks in the area of Warren Grove, New Jersey, at a place we called, “HIGHPOINT”; and that Dave had named it so. It was on public pine barrens property, a little bit shy of the gate into a military war-games ops location. Dave 'poo-pood it' when I tried to tell him how we could use the PHASE-4 reality of truth against our M2F enemies, and for our mutual advantage. He was unable to understand how it truly works, and hey, that's okay; because it wasn't meant to be; lovely Doris Day of Samsung Futures. Still, we all know now, or this Blogaudian-ship does aniwho, that Sir Pres-#45, Donald John Trump, has indeed lived by this code, and he uses it every single mother fucking day!!!!!!! None of this is a joke, and the great Blue Media Press will continue to underestimate both him, as well as this ultimate Astral-Plane Technology USED BY HIM, laughable on the Earth-Planet perhaps; and yessir great world, it matches great Bible Scriptures 100% accurately. You know, the ones about Earthly wisdom being foolishness to God, and God's ASTRAL wisdom being foolishness to us Earthers!!!!! You can learn more things form those incredible fucking “L&O” Television Shows than any of you out here could ever possibly imagine. It truly is inconceivable and beyond unfathomable, and that does not count the way the show appears to know lots of secret and forbidden information on both my family and my daughter's family, and sort of just saying those words is kind of a quintessential oxymoron, don't you think? The “LAST TRUMP”, well, there was one incredible Televangelist who is madly in love as they all seem to be, with this Master-Controller of the Briggbase-Minority, of the Capitol Province Political System of the Purgatory; who understood the great Biblical message to both the musical connections as well as the names involved there, yo!!!!!! But as for that 'Law & Order' episode, in middle October of 2009, and its powerful connected truths with all of these wild items that I suffer through; well, this all speaks for itself, and quite goddamn loudly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A powerful strange new HACK just happened on this fucking cunt cum-puke-her. When I RED-COLOR-FONT altered the name of Sir TRUMP above, the entire following paragraph, right up to the first half of the word “BRIGGBASE”; was altered into a BLUE FONT, all by itself. I will now call this should it repeat and it most likely fucking will, the (COLORING-HACK), yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! However you slice all of this shit up all these years since it began to really strike me so incredibly hard after August of 1986; this entire Earthly fucking nightmare around me is one huge and gargantuan game that this Morianity and Head-Morian, Mountainpen, has labeled and named in these blogs of nearly a decade and a half now, the “GASME GODS GAMES”, as in two and tow and use and sue, and games and gas me, and on and on and on, and on an don an don an don!!!!!! Only it is getting very old, and has become far beyond just annoying; progressing long long fucking cunt ago, into total criminality and major illegal elder abuse, to put it in VERY POLITE TERMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But all of this isn't even saying anything!

We have not yet started opening up doors!

THE END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN AS SHIT.

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A blog with an average page-view stat in the six thousands when shit is ordinary so far as Mountainpen's standards in his life, and then drops to the four thousands when shit picks up major hyper ultra big ass time in his miserable rotten life; simply has absolutely no rhyme nor rational mother fucking explanation whatsoever for that occurrence, and we all know it unless we're totally brain-dead!!!!!!! Oh Donna's GREAT SIGNALS!!!!!!

STATS ARE FROM: CNN & John Hopkins U.

GET LOST MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO, YO!

And speaking of groupations of thousands of people here, CNN now tells us that >126,000 Americans have fucking perished from this horrendous CVGP problem. Did anyone in their wildest fucking nightmares in late 2001 after we had just lost just under 3,000 AMERICAN PEOPLE, ever in their wildest fantasies or dreaming nightmares, believe such a thing to be possible, yo?????????? If someone told me that then about now, I would have told them they are a nut, and to go away and leave me the fucking hell alone.

THIS IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!

THE END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN AS SHIT!!!

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 10

8:12 AM, 26 JUNE, 2020, FRIDAY

I'll be beyond mother humping shocked if this day goes anything other than super goddamn botbar, after having a beyond horrendous nightmare shortly past four this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING about my horrible nabe next to me, Mister Mexico and his music, as the last time that I had this happen was that beyond satanic wicked monster ass day after coming out of that hyperspace experience where my double in a parallel universe had the PHA maintenance peeps in his apartment and insisting on his having a gigantic music amplifier set up in the apartment and how he was saying that his horrible prick nabe from hell would blast his shit worse than ever if you start blaring that thing through big ass loudspeakers. This time I was back at the Haddon Hills Apartments, real this time or naut lovely disco queen Donna Summer Cifaloglio; and there was some type of a musical device in there and a visitor I had began fooling with it and it was loud, and I remember thinking to myself quite clearly, this is now gonna' make my nabe from hell blast his shit, and sure enough within about a minute, that's precisely and exactly what he did, and in this nightmare, he lived above me in the upstairs apartment where in this realm, a lady named Mizz Betty Johnson was living back in the middle and late nineteen-sixties. Then I remember dream-shifting into some other equally unpleasant deal somewhere and then I heard a loud horn sound, and I awoke at that point, and with or without any of my father's old sixties electric shaver kits on and buzzing, I realized it was that mother fucking jerk off who always honks real loudly outside illegally at shortly before five in the goddamn morning every single cunt lapping day. I've discussed that prick before, and I know it is being done to annoy me and upset me, as in these modern days of cellphones, who the fuck can't just reach over into their bag or whatever and just call their passenger up with a couple touches on buttons and text, “I'm here”, or say it in speech when they answer; or to save money, just let it ring once or twice to let the person know that they're outside waiting for them? In any case, I am planning to write a note to the management to complain about this rotten ILLEGAL 5 AM LOUD HORM HONKING, EVERY DAMN ASS DAY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

The last time that a day began that bad and fucked up my sleep, and was in some way connected into and with my Mexican prick nabe from Dogtown; ALL GODDAMN HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME AS YOU ALL KNOW QUITE PERFECTLY WELL, YO YO YO BRAH!!! So try as hard as I could, I couldn't get fucking cunt back to sleep so they fucked my sleep and day on that account no matter what else does or doesn't happen later on as the day wears on, Mister James Harvey Wabbit Stuart, sir!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Shit like this really mother fucking pisses me off, oh lovely Mizz Annie Amy Madigan Cornfields of Iowa, USA, ESMWG, yo.

This was indeed a powerful early-on SATANIC ATTACK, to use the older world verbiage for this dick sucking incident. I can always hope for the best but I've learned only too well through lots of time and experience that Twinbay's lovely attitude of positive bend may work well for that gorgeous gal, but Mizz AT&T Blake, “NAUT” so much for poor poor pitiful non-Linda Ronstadt ME!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of Jimmy Stuart and his movie character uncle, “Uncle Billy”, “Boy oh boy oh boy Georgie”!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir world, I've learned not to make a big issue over descriptive nomenclature such as major attack by world enemies, WOMO-MILITUFORCE assault and elder abuse, Demonic or Satanic attack, and what have you, on and on and on, and not DON!!!!!!!!!! Still Lenny sir, the reason for Satan pouring this on me shortly after posting a blog up and crashing into bed, seems quite obvious. TRUTH is always hated by EVIL ENTITIES, call them by any Shakespearean names, and hand them any type of rose boukay's that you wish. TRUTH IS TRUTH, and yes, despite it being solid and steady and correct and reliable, it also has a human value and that value is indeed based on the society of those who decide just how much of it that they desire to have around them as a complete collective. In our present day American society for a perfect example here, with one third of the adult citizenry totally polarized and magically hypnotized to follow their leader DJT straight into DOGTOWN if need be (HELL), this has been quite a devalued item in present times in this absolutely surreal nation of ours. TRUTH does have a relative value despite simultaneously having an endless constancy of accuracy depiction. In a society that has literally devolved into this one here in the USA in the second fifth of the twenty-first century of the Common-Era, truth remains truth, but its value is now reflecting the dollar. It is on a seemingly downward spiraling devaluation, and we all have the Master-Controller of the great ASTRAL-PLANE BRIGGBASE to thank for all of that, and yes, indirectly, old MINDLESS TAPE RECORDER MARK MOUNTAINPEN as well. Still, I know that I was used by Shorty MacInvondi of Purgatory, just as all of his Earthly followers are also being used, just in different ways. My mission, totally against my will, and even without any awareness to the situation while it was in hot-ops (happening, going down, etcetera); was to bring his 'spirit' here. His parents fucked for the actual clay. Without old mindless tape recorder Mountainpen, creating that monster-personality of course, and remembering that nothing can ever truly be created as per the Lawtronic Regs of Phase-4 Program of the Simulationogram; none of this would have ever happened, and this is ULTIMATE TRUTH, and if regular truths are ignored and or argued against repeatedly by the global populations; then the epitomized higher truths can certainly do no differently.

Many strange and weird fucked up noises are happening out in the goddamn hallways, and right on schedule for a day set to progress along these lines, BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT and but peeps; this was due quite obviously to HALLS FAWCES not appreciating all that much, my prior blog concerning why ROULETTE and 50-50 chances all are interconnected so perfectly with my attempting to endlessly break out of this NIGHTMARE CURSE that I've been calling the Huntington Curse now for about a damn ass decade or so. The SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART is all part of the entire equation, and those whose job it is to keep me IN THIS NIGHTMARE ENDLESS CURSE for whatever the DEMONIC SATAN REASONS; get very fucking nervous about these discussions and or anything at all that could possibly and remotely be connected with any of this shit. To these HALLS FAWCES, these topics even being analyzed or intelligently reasoned out and discussed on the net, is right on par with a powerful concentrated alkaloid poison in open jars all in a locked concrete room with a large group of small toddlers everywhere and with no parental or adult supervision whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!! I honestly cannot think of a better or more descriptive analogy here for my Blogaudians to wrap their minds around, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

During many periods in all of our lives, most of us are being in some wild way, and for reasons we don't yet come close to getting in these cave age times of deciphering reality; SET UP into situations for complex reasons that are all a part of what the mighty minded Billy Shakespeare used to label as “A LIFE PLAY, where all of us are merely the actors”! This is the most powerful short TRUTH sentence in all of this 15-YEAR long now MORIANITY, and Religion for Millennium 3!!!!!! My life set ups are just like any and all of yours, and I promise all of you out here, you all, just as I, HAVE THESE 'SET-UP' POINTS throughout our lives, some huge ones, and many much smaller ones; but this is absolutely fucking real and true. If you realize that human beings can only perceive these truths through an unpleasant admission to ourselves by seeing an honest and true hindsight picture into our pasts, this reality is beyond inescapable for all of us and there is absolutely nothing that any of us can do to alter this truth. A careful hindsight view can even be done in history as an overall situation, and any particular part of it such as in the case of American Political History. My Morianity was quite careful to not omit discussing Mister Jockamini my high school guidance counselor, June 17^th or the wild day of a prediction by a twelve year old kid, the flooding gates of Washington, Sarah Jacobson; and all of these powerhouse Watergate-related matters. This was long before anyone knew how I was being set up during my times WITH SARAH JOCOBSON and BRUCE PENNOCK, to use my tape recorder and my technical knowledge given to me by Sir Bruce, to bring about what many might consider to be, at least out into the photon projection of the eternal now, or the 'future' “WATERGATE 2”! Then we come to eight years into more photon projection of the eternal now in the year of 1980, and my HUGE SET UP at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments while simultaneously being employed at a sound recording studio, and building surreal syfy inventions on par with anything ever shown or supposedly done on the great OUTER LIMITS TV-SHOW! The entire deal however was nothing short of being a gargantuan SET UP. All things in a PLAY, as Sir Shakespeare knew only too damn ass well, need to be SCRIPTED and planned in advance. No great play or show has ever been done as a one hundred percent ad-lib job, nor will at least IMHO one ever be! Some ad-lib jobs have indeed been quite successful, but the main and majority parts to the entire whole of it does need to be fully and strictly scripted and that script completely adhered to by those acting in their parts in these plays. Ask any goddamn Hollywood movie person who works in any capacity in a movie studio out in Cali, even the damn janitors. They all know what I just said is 100% totally accurate and completely mother fucking true!!!!!! So think of the few ad-lib jobs here and there scattered around the entire Hollywood total projects of all times as all of us in-between being directly in our parts as Morianity has now labeled as the “HUGE SET UP POINTS” of our lives, such as in my own life, 1980 and 1802 Robin Hill. Now take the goddamn political shituation that America finds itself in with Trump verses Biden along with all of the numerous totally surreal and inconceivable absurdities that are like nothing that anyone of us has ever ever ever seen before!!!!!!!!! Now throw in the middle late year of 2019 and then our present year following that one with this nightmare fucking Corona Virus. Anyone who cannot see a pattern of some beyond HUGE SET UP POINT for all of us, is either brain dead or hiding eternally in a very deep ass cave somewhere, yo BRO!

7:34 P.M., September 11, 2019

Wednesday evening

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(WASHINGTON) -- The third Democratic debate, hosted by ABC News and Univision, on Thursday will feature a single night of debate between the top 10 highest polling candidates -- the smallest roster yet in the third matchup of Democratic National Committee-sanctioned primary debates, with a field that still counts 20.

Join us at 7 p.m. Thursday for pre-debate coverage, then at 8 p.m. for the debate.

The 10 candidates certified by the Democratic National Committee to participate in the debate, hosted by ABC News in partnership with Univision, will appear on stage in the following order, from left to right:

Minnesota Sen. Amy Klobuchar
New Jersey Sen. Cory Booker
South Bend, Indiana, Mayor Pete Buttigieg
Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders
Former Vice President Joe Biden
Massachusetts Sen. Elizabeth Warren
California Sen. Kamala Harris
Entrepreneur Andrew Yang
Former Texas Rep. Beto O'Rourke
Former Housing and Urban Development Secretary Julián Castro

In the two prior debates in Miami and Detroit earlier this summer, the current two polling front-runners never tangled on the same stage. But in September, Biden and Warren are set to clash for the first time -- putting the ideological divide within the Democratic Party front and center.

Biden will be sandwiched between both progressive stalwarts Warren and Sanders, who have avoided criticizing each other so far this cycle, and who even teamed up to champion their shared vision for transformative progressive reform during the July debate.

In the lead up to the debate, Biden has been faced with questions over his many gaffes -- most recently, calling the president "Donald Hump" during a speech before the New Hampshire Democratic Party state convention. He chalked it up to a "Freudian slip" and when pressed on his mistakes during an appearance on the The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, he said, "Any gaffe that I have made, and I've made gaffes, like every politician I know has, have been not about the substance of issue, been about other - I'm trying to talk about what other people have done.”

Warren, amid her summer surge that puts her in the top three in recent polls, is expecting a new round of criticism from the other contenders.

"I think it’s because I get out and talk about what's broken, and have real plans to fix it. And I'm building a grassroots movement to get it done,” she said of her rise, before telling ABC News over the weekend her approach for this debate hasn't changed

Biden, with a target on his back, is expected to have to fend off attacks from all sides with Harris, Booker, Buttigieg and Yang all armed with fresh ammunition. Klobuchar is another middle-of-the-road candidate who might take aim at a progressive agenda that touts Medicare for All and free public college tuition.

Castro and O'Rourke, both appearing in their home state, are also on the same stage again, potentially teeing up another wrangle between the two Texans over immigration.

More recently, however, O'Rourke has turned his focus to another issue: gun reform. He's spent the past few weeks traveling to states outside of the first month of the primary calendar -- focusing on a message of commonsense gun control, from background checks to mandatory buybacks of assault-style weapons, in the wake of a mass shooting in his native El Paso that killed 22 people.

The debate format will be one minute and 15 seconds for direct responses to questions and 45 seconds for responses and rebuttals. Candidates will have the opportunity to deliver opening statements, but there will be no closing statements.

As previously announced, ABC News Chief Anchor George Stephanopoulos, ABC News World News Tonight Anchor and Managing Editor David Muir, ABC News Correspondent Linsey Davis and Univision Anchor Jorge Ramos will moderate.

The debate will be held at Texas Southern University, a public, historically black university, and will air from 8 to 11 p.m. ET across ABC, Univision with a Spanish translation, locally on KTRK-TV and on ABC News Live. The streaming channel is available on the ABCNews.com, Good Morning America and FiveThirtyEight websites and mobile phone apps, as well as Hulu Live, The Roku Channel, Facebook Watch, AppleTV, Amazon Fire TV, YouTube, Apple News, and Twitter.

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Yes my mother fucking brain is starting to go cunt lapping bonkers. I kept wondering why I could not find the debates on my Comcast Television info system tonight. There is a very good 'rational and logical reason' although admitting it makes me feel mother fucking totally stupid and foolish, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not the twelfth day of September. It is TERROR DAY 11 or BOTBAR NUMBER!!!!!!!!! That is why I cannot find the info on my TV system for tonight, because this is NAUT tomorrow night, ass-wipe stupid fucking Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shit like fucking this makes you realize that you are slowly being cunt lapping driven out of your mind by this horrendous monstrous evil wicked diseased MILITUFORCE (MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, OR THE M2F), and oh for the sake of bloody Mary, Mother Mary, Blessed Mary AKA Marylou Carpenter of 'Naz', and not ever forgetting, 22^nd granny Queen Mary of Scotland, not Yard, Sir Ron Wirtz of the illustrious and ever great CCPO, up in Camden, New Jersey, I must keep fighting them or they will indeed ROB ME OF WHAT'S LEFT OF MY MOTHER FUCKING PATHETIC SANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to my eye doctor this afternoon, after awakening earlier from some extremely vivid and horrific nightmares. I was back up in New Jersey, and numerous peeps were in this wild inconceivable nightmare, from David Roth and both of my parents, to folks who I do not know personally and only know of, such as my wonderful local Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara. Over in that parallel reality, he stands seven feet four inches tall, the same height as Rictofarious of the Astral Plane or the (Purgatory) which is me in this larger spirit-me persona of course. Here I stretch to make approximately 66 inches, and am losing bone and muscle on a major continuous basis due to major osteoporosis or some similar disease I would fucking suppose. Aniwho folks, in this wild nightmare, the Sheriff was the Sheriff of Camden County, New Jersey in that alternate parallel of reality, and he crossed the White Horse Pike while I was sitting on some kind of thick short fence on my side of the street, and he introduced himself saying to me, “I'm Sheriff Ken Mascara, and I need to talk to you”. We began walking down the pike on the north side somewhere near the Satar Music Store, in the Laurel Springs area, and where the Interboro Savings Bank is located. I will not bore anyone with this very lengthy and extremely intricate nightmare on steroids, as it involved many things such as where it all started while I was on the Lindenwold high speed-line PATCO train, heading Eastbound, and was being taunted and teased by a large group of very evil MILITUFORCE peeps, and was petrified out of my mind, and could not seem to escape them as well as other problems, one being, again, I had lost my wallet and all of my identification. This is a brand new nightmare that is recurring over and over throughout the past five years or so on a regular annoying basis. The sheriff, and what we discussed, was very major. I know the TSE is indeed unfathomably major as well, (Towel Seepage Effect), through and via the multiple complexities that are involved in transdimensionalization processes!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was taken to an office a dozen blocks from where the sheriff crossed the WH Pike to find me sitting, and then when we got there, I found myself being told shortly after he left me there, that I owed ten thousand dollars to some really horrible frightening people who then went onto threaten me with physical violence once I told them that I had no way of paying this money to them and that they can just go ahead and sue me and ruin what is left of my already rotten lousy credit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To say this was a major nightmare would be the epitome of understating the event, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

It amazed me that things worked out real well for me over at the eye doctor, except for hearing the news that no one wishes to hear about surgery being risky and not to believe the rosy stories told to me by the Saint Lucie Eye Institute regarding how marvelous I will see after I get my cats lase removed someday. The odds of blindness or worsening of sight to a large degree are thirty in one thousand cases. That means a six percent chance that after both eyes are done, of being worse off than I am now, and maybe even left fucking blind. That would be a total disaster for me with no one to look after me, no money, and zillions of horrendous enemies who will be able to move in then, and be able to do me in much easier. Except for hearing that lousy news, all else went perdy dern okay, if you're interested Mister King of all water hoses, and Mizz Callio queen of all water pipes. What is it about WATER I wonder, Sheriff? The only thing that comes to my mind, Mister Bechtel Vegas would be BAPTISM and Christianity, and our marvelous 'CARPENTER' changed to 'STUART', and again changed to 'HUNTINGTON' family!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-Alligator Haters Anonymous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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WATER WATER everywhere, shrinking planks, no safe drinkable water, Hurricane Hugo, prophecies and LOIS FOCA. What is this all about, maybe Herman Munster's horse troughs are all part of this deeply thickening and non chickening plot from even beyond the minds of Holmes and Moriority. 'Still', Lenny Briscoe, yo, what can JAYJAY EVANS and me say, now or in 1969 for that matter, Sheriff sir? From here to Sag Harbor, New York, THERE TRULY MUST BE A CODE BREAKING BOOK SOME PLACE that tells these things nice and clear and right out in the damn ass open for crissake, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!! WHAAAHA- AHA.

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About me

Gender	MALE
Industry	PRIVATE CONTRACT SECURITY
Occupation	persecution study statistic, and mathematical procedure inventor
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States, ESMWG
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

BLOGGER ASKS MOUNTAINPEN A QUESTION HERE:

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?

MOUNTAINPEN'S RESPONSE WAS AS FOLLOWS:

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

Being in a Life Play Shakespearean SET UP POINT is no easy task to be in most of the time, and also it's quite impossible to ever see clearly or know a damn thing. Still, there are indeed some large symptoms to this wild metaphysical disease of a sort. Those being, when we can even so much as wonder if we could be in one of these, then maybe we goddamn just totally are. There are other things as well, but this can wait for other times and other big hard Rockford Maverick tooth loosening punches, out in California!

Let me make one thing more perfectly clear here in all of this than even the great President Richard Milhouse Nixon ever could with any of his incredible damn bullshit. I could not care one tiny wee bit fucking ass less about any of this or any of the entire shit told about over the previous fifteen years of these Mountainpen BLOGS! The only reason that I do what I do is to SURVIVE this horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!!! Screw the Schuylkill Expressway and cousin visits and all of it. This may or may not include some of the Mason lineage, but I promise the world that the Huntington lineage is where this powerful shit all comes from. Let us quickly examine a part and piece from the original neighbor-nightmare from a short while back where that huge amp was sent to me in a large sturdy cardboard box with some sort of Illinois address showing as the point of shipping origin. My mom had a cousin named Arthur Huntington or an uncle, whatever; as all I know for sure is that her mom, or my wonderful whittle NANA as I called her, my grandmother, Misses Grace Isabel Huntington Mason, had brothers and sisters; and one was Herbert, and later on he had a son, Arthur; and they both lived in the suburbs of Boston, MAUSAESMWG. Later on my moms' uncle or cousin or whatever, Sir Arthur Huntington married a girl from Illinois-USA, Mizz Alice Gallagher and she then became Alice Gallagher Huntington. They resided in a home in Braintree, MAUSAESMWG, and her husband Arthur had a clothing store of some kind in the city of Boston, and they lived seemingly very happy lives for quite some time. One day magically, he went insane and did a horrible thing that we in the family all call the great massacre or the double homicide suicide incident. My mom's uncle or cuzz or whatever took an ax and did a Duncan McLeod Highlander stunt on his wife, and her permanently visiting mother; and then he proceeded into the basement of the home, where he made a non NASCAR-NOOSE, and he hung himself to damn death. The records are careful to neatly sanitize the story, but the H-family knows what happened on this dark day in early 1948. The records were sanitized because the Huntington's are a founding father's family, at least that's what I believe. I have totally come to believe that this family curse passed itself down to me at birth on the morning of Saturday the 4^th of December in 1954. Talk about Saturday's fucking child being 'full of woe' according to the old myths and legends. Jesus Christ Almighty for crying out loud. Still, all of my life this curse has followed me and my pitiful sub vampiric-existence. Don't feel too bad Mister Frid and Mister Depp, yo! You either lovely Mizz Roseann Park Avenue Delaney. But that goddamn amp in that horrible nightmare a short time ago came from a shipping address source in ILLINOIS. Alice Gallagher who married my great unk or third cuzz or whatever he would be in family relations, was a native CHICAGO GIRL, and we all know that Chicago is in good old Illinois. Also, the actual city or town was all invisible in the nightmare, and only the state of Illinois was perfectly clear, Mister Nixon Sir. Still and all, I find it quite McDowell 1972 Cooley Hall “intelesting” that the amp seemingly came from a parallel universe ILLINOIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am like a lot of DA's and cops. I hate coincidences, yo!!!!!!!

STINKING TO DOGTOWN BEEGEE, YO!

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 9

8:55 PM, 25 JUNE, 2020, THURSDAY

TIME OF 'THC' WETHER REPORT:---1:24 PM

TEMPERATURE---91

HEAT INDEX---107

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---67%

WIND---E AT 12 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS

PREDICTED HIGH---93

LONG RANGE WEATHER PREDICTIONS:

BLARING HOT THROUGH NEXT TUESDAY WITH DAILY HEAT INDEX TEMPS ALL >100

Approximately a year ago, I had a wild dreaming interaction and I of course blogged it, and many may remember it. I was at the illustrious Arcade Building in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, on Tennessee Avenue, and where I have come to believe for some time now, that the WAYV-FM-RADIO station was, and now am not sure of anything; and with me was a driver-partner, some of 'Sarah's friends', and SARAH herself, and we had that wild conversation about my driving there from Florida, and how I was going to be heading back, and that my driver was going to be driving; and then Sarah said something along the lines of “why Don't I drive”? The dream, unlike most of my SARAH-DREAMS is not real clear after this elapsed time, but I do remember that general gist of it. My point here is quite fucking simple. Ever since the time that I had that wild 'dream', MY DAMN LIFE HAS GONE ON AN EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE MAJOR TUMBLE, RIGHT SMACK DAB DOWN INTO AN ENDLESS BLACK ABYSS INTO HELL ITSELF (DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that I am planning to make a huge deal out of what she said in that wild dream to me as I have done with three other groupings of words spoken by her, two of them in 1969 and one of them in the inverse year of 1996; but I do feel the need to at least bring back this incident, for a possible potential later 'Monday Morning Quarterbacking'!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want lovely LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA to know how much I appreciated her coming over to visit with HER little boy on Tuesday night. SHE made lovely awesome colors, and beyond gorgeous patterns and shapes, all over the skies. THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU so very much, my wonderful BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!

Last night I had some really super wild and vivid dreaming interactions again. I was on a Grand Jury in some parallel realm, or my doppelganger-double was. The details to all of it would require one or two days or more of endless typing, so forget it for now. Also along with this, I was back in my Dellway Arms Apartment, number O-15, Sir Gawky Gaukauk, as in letter 'O' being the 15^th letter in the English alphabet. Again, all sorts of complicated things were all interwoven into the shit about being on the Grand Jury, and it was extremely complex. Later I may or may not go into more of it as I've learned that incidents shortly following wild super vivid dreams has all sorts of TSE-connections and thus, it then requires at least a modicum of text if not a mere footnote. I will only add in that I was working back at the RPL Sound Studio, and was discussing the time that I would need to be excused for my Grand Jury service with my bosses, and then Mister Jack Wallace the repairman, came over and said some really far out thing to me. He asked me if I remembered how he once told me in the late winter or early spring time, 'how they wanted me around so they could keep an eye on me'? I responded, or my double did, with the fact that, it was Howard who said it, but that you, Jack, were standing there next to him, and nodding in agreement. He then said to me, we all needed to have you where we could control you, as you're a needed part of the game. And then sure enough it took your 'double' decades, but he actually came to figure this all out all by himself. This isn't a perfect quote, but it is a great paraphrase. This gets very fucking complex and we will tie it all in with many things later on as well as with the dream where I was on the Grand Jury in that parallel realm, as well as living back at the O-15 Apartment at Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I'll remind my Blogaudians of now is that all my dreams of being back at Dellway Arms, have some powerful connections to two things of major significance. First, the chain being taken away from me by SARAH, and second, the connections with video systems, and any and all items related to 'ELECTRONICS' in general. I have talked about that TV-stuff many times during the first three years of these blogs (2006-7-8) back while residing in New Jersey, and anyone can archive it!

Another powerful topic that needs to be much more elaborately explored once all proper foundations are completely laid down of course, is ROULETTE and George Belton the dude at the mysterious GARAGE that showed me how to play it just two months before I left 1802 Robin Hill Apartments to move into the address of 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. Also totally intertwined into that is how powerfully Roulette is when it is connected into my life, both with parallel event, as well as outside betting strategies in general used by any and all serious systems players or professional gamblers, although most pros never play Roulette due to the higher vigs than those with dice and card games. Still, all of the Quantum Reality connections with this, as well as beating the 3,000+ year old family Huntington Curse by applying other quantum related strategies, and other higher Astral-Information, that could quite possibly be considered taboo or forbidden info, for being used on the human temporal realm, AKA the Physical Plane; is all tied into this nightmare. The simple truth that the game of Roulette, and its OUTSIDE BETTING PARAMETERS of RED & BLACK, or its other two less used ones of ODD & EVEN and LOW & HIGH; when all figured into the life of the Mountainpen and his strategies for overcoming the otherwise endless 50-50 long running play of statistical mathematics; indeed is the linchpin and the pivotal key, to being able to BREAK THIS 3,000 PLUS YEAR OLD FAMILY CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And THAT, Sir Kirk Trek ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is the all to end all of the all's to all of it forever, and this is not some funny bunch of words, but is the most powerful sentence yet written in this now nearly 15 goddamn year old internet project, called MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is why I have been doing all the things that I do with countless mathematical experiments. As long as casinos exist and Roulette tables are there and outside betting is available to be played, I have a theoretical fighting chance to eventually break this horrendous, monstrous, evil, unspeakable, and vicious HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!! This is why I invented the special program for my Keyboards From Petahell Magnesonic, called SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART, and did all of the things I've done, and still am doing to this very day and fucking cunt hour, yo me' bro! There really is nothing in all of this Morianity that is illogical or insane. Those who don't get it, are just too dumb to get it; and if they would take it to the smartest peeps in their local county think tanks, I know that they'd be informed by them that I speak the truth here, and only the damn truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So why did the RPL people want to keep an eye on many of my 5^th dimensional persona's or at least, a large groupation of RPL-peeps? Thinking only in 3-D, nothing ever will make sense, but in 5-D, all things will, and that is indeed absolute truth. Some however call this the ultimate cop out. Gee, if all things are happening SOMEWHERE, then it is like cheating or some other way of seeing the truth here, only you're wrong. Now peeps do misuse this Astral-Info or ultra-wisdom on the lower planes of human life, such as the great Donald John Trump does. You can twist anything into anything, if it's done 5^th dimensionally. But doing this to control or master other people, to set yourself up as a ruler over everybody else; is wrong, and it is cheating. And those who know how to do it will always win, and it is very foolish to ever count them out. And you do need more than just the wisdom of properly using this wild stuff, otherwise I would do it and counteract what these HALLS FAWCES are doing, and have been doing to me all along. I of course cannot, because it takes more than just knowing about this. It also takes some people in your army as numbers do count many times and I never ever implied that Misses Marola was wrong in all of her special wisdom concerning this very item back in 1969. And yes, it also takes a little bit of supplies in the army storehouse. After-all, my dad left me nothing but Spanish Treasure Sea-charts. basicly, to a poor person like his son, me; they're totally worthless. But old Fred Trump left the Donald about forty million bucks, and that buys lots of supplies, lots of loyalties, and lots of 'fair weather pals'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I on the other hand have only had zip zilch nada zero to work with. That has been my starting capital all along in this horrendous fucking war from HELL. I have the wisdom, but without a little bit of help, the odds of my coming out of all of this hell, are somewhere around eighteen million to one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Actually, to survive this long, to nearly age sixty-six years, with these WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES; is right on par with other miracles such as water into wine or walking on either one of them. I don't loathe myself for being a failure because I am not a fucking failure. For what I have gone through and suffered with at the hands of these slimy turd swallowers, I am Superman on Steroids, yo BREEEEEEEEEE!

When I had Magnesonic incorporate the CNA-SNA-PROGRAM, back in 1985, while living at the Highview Apartments in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; I did not fully understand what I came to learn as time went along and my life began to sink under this HUNTINGTON CURSE. I thought that when Magnesonic wouldn't ever give me correct answers to things, I was just running a FAILED-EXPERIMENT. I was totally fucking clueless to hyperspace effect that creates a neutral zone (30-70 percent) range on a Q&A CHART-GRAPH system, as well as how negative answers that were below or under the NZ range, (1%-29%), were indeed correct answers in reverse that I later named and labeled as BLACK MATTER SPACE on these graph-charts. In antimatter reality, time runs in reverse, and without a real long course in advanced physics here, if a system can endlessly go into a range below or above the neutral zone (NZ) then either way, it has a great value for a quantum experimenter. I actually had a series of averaged wheels that when combined, was in the middle teens of ART or Accuracy Rating Testing numbers. If a magic Genie came to any of us straight out of a proverbial bottle, and guaranteed you a deck of cards that you could ask questions of that had a 50-50 chance of being right or wrong, and answered you in either 1-29 or 71-99 percent chance in accuracy; you, as did I, would pick the deck in what I came to label as WHITE MATTER SPACE; but either deck of cards is a literal fucking gold mine. All you need to do with the cards that produce the lower ART responses, is to REVERSE THE DAMN YES OR NO ANSWERS, for crying out Fontana loud, yo!!!!!!! Then the only other thing that you need to do is be sure you always have totally accurate graphs and Q&A records, and then store them in a fireproof safe, along with your Magic Genie WHEEL or carddeck, as this is like a bathtub full of goddamn pirate jewels from Sindbad himself. You also need to always reverse the answers on BLACK MATTER SPACE GRAPHS. The WMS GRAPHS are AS IS, yes means yes and no means no, just like girls and sex, for all of you horny dudes out there. Only the BMS GRAPHS are what you should think of as the JAILABLE part where NO means YES, and YES means NO. also, when you graph answers, you need to always graph them all straight up, without ever reversing. In other words if you say to the Genie wheel, “Should I bet BLACK TO WIN on the next seven bets I place at a gaming table”, and you use a BMS system where you need to reverse answers on your Q&A's, and you go and you lose more than you win, you need to record the answer on your graph as a WIN, because the GENIE told you to BET BLACK TO WIN, and you bet RED because it is a BMS WHEEL, and you lost. You need to be sure you never get confused or your entire system will be worthless in no time fucking flat. It isn't complicated after you get into it, but it does tease the mind so it is easy to enter wrong answers, and you must always double check your notes and graphs and be ready with the white out, or else if you do it all high teck, same thing, be careful not to make mistakes or it will absolutely be your ass!!!!! You need to make sure that you don't enter any wrong information into your system, and you need to also remember not to ever ask questions that are not a 50-50 chance to be right or wrong. That too can be tricky and it requires lots of careful perusal and thought. When asking about gaming table play, always be sure it is an ODD AMOUNT of outside bets such as with roulette, 3, 5, 7, 9, whatever. If you make it even, the outcome may be a tie and that will throw everything all off mathematically. Also, the vig does not count. When you ask if you will win more than you will lose, it is not actual money won or lost but if you will win more of the bets than you will lose. You may place 4 winning bets out of a row of seven outcomes and still lose once in a while if a lot of zeros happen to pop up during that time. That is just part of how casinos always have their legal edge over the customers. That is why groups should always be short also, such as 3 or 5 or 7 bets for the most part. In the long run, you cannot help but kick ass despite their vig as long as you are using BMS and WMS chart-graphing Carddecks/Genie Wheels. The term Genie Wheel is just a little bit of non Superman Houston Humor, for all of the great curly girls of the world and 1978 movies; Mister Lex Gene Luther Hackman Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A great Astral Plane Demigod, who resides in the neighboring province to mine, the Ring River Province, GDG Psyche Myrathus, living nine miles high in the Ring River Mountains in a home the size of three Texas states, and on an estate twice the size of Russia, with a security force of 30,000 huge mean dogs answerable only to him, that are twice as large and powerful as the deadliest wolves on the Earth-Planet; once called me the most arrogant mortal he ever met. The reason was simple, but he did not fully understand what I was trying to convey to him, just as none of you will most likely, unless the great Professor Michio Kaku is reading this from the great NYU, in NYNYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!! I tried to make him remember something that no Astral Entity seems to remember when coming here to the realm of matter, or after dividing their true essence by light speed squared; that carbon-consciousness absolutely controls the positive nuclear force into what is labeled GOD here, and also absolutely controls the negative nuclear force into what is labeled SATAN here. In a way, we create the Astral Gods in a wild unexplainable cooperation system just by being the human beings we are. This in no way lessens the fact that we are just flesh and blood people and that these great Astral forces are far superior to us, and yet, we actually create them. It is a predesignated system if you will, that on the face of it, creates the illusion of quintessential mortal arrogance. It is anything but, but this goes over everyone's head because they just cannot properly assimilate the truths involved in so many powerful things. In fact, this is all why indeed we do have the two forces of electromagnetic polarity, positive and negative, to begin with. I am anything BUT an arrogant or egotistical mortal, oh great GDG Psyche Myrathus!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder said it so damn well, and it goes just like thissssssss, lovely Erica Snakes Cane! “And that's just reality, son”. SO WOW.

I am going to get one thing goddamn ass straight, right here and now, if it kills me. I am against absolutely nobody or nothing. I wish for the very best of any and every person alive, unless they are part of a group of peeps who has been killing me and driving my entire life into the mother fucking ground ever since the stinking rotten lousy ass day that I walked out of school at COOLEY HALL at the end of January in the year of 1973. And any and all of you out here reading these damn words would feel and say the exact same thing. I am not one bit different than any of you, other than for the goddamn fact that I seem to find myself under some sort of unfathomable nightmare curse from hell, that I've come to rename from what CUZ-DONNIE-BOY used to call the MASON CURSE, and now I call the Huntington Curse. A child with a runny nose and a corny changing puberty voice knows that something is going on with me. You all know it toothpaste too, and so does fucking Almighty Microsucks CORPORATION. Trying to pretend it isn't happening is about the dumbest mother fucking thing that I can think of right now. Also trying to deny that Jim Burr and Patricia Hollister are two completely benign coincidental items from my past, is every goddamn bit as absurd and beyond Mack Kaiter WEEDEEKAWUSS for me to try and do. The great LANDLORD of 1976 didn't think that this was some psychotic delusion, oh mighty Sound EFX LADY and OH MIGHTY APA genius medical dudes! He came and sought me out and knocked at my door and wanted to know just what was up with all of this, and I only wish that I had some answers for him, OH MIGHTY TELEPHONE MAN, AND CORNFIELD STEPPER-INNER, Sir James Earl Jones, great SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE PROBLEM IS THAT I DO NAUT, MIZZ B.

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 8

1:30 PM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY

It is half past one in the cunt huffing afternoon, and mixed to sunny outside, with a temperature of 93 degrees, with mid fifties humidity, making it feel 105 degrees in town according to the trustworthy great reliable source known by us all, “TWC”!!!!!!!!!!! What is also reliable and totally unfair, is MY ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTION. IT IS TOTALLY CRIMINAL, and it turns this nation into a total sea of hypocrisy for daring to proclaim to a global audience, a fair, human rights believing system of governing and controlling its society. My ESS-COMCAST CABLE SERVICE was again hacked, and fucked with for a 2^nd assault on me now today, of UTILITY HARASSMENT; all of which began as this all seemingly did, in August of 1986, and where it never ever has looked backward from, not in the smallest little goddamn wee bit, yo! This attack happened to me somewhere around ten minutes past twelve noon while I was watching the greatest law television show ever created, “L&O”, on the great “BOUNCE” Cable TV CHANNEL, in my area at channel number 220 which is an interesting JRSS number, depicting electrically related stuff as in a 220 volt receptacle used for higher power appliances such as air conditioners, as in my bedroom outlet at the great 1976 Carriage Lamp Apartments of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, yo, resulting in one of my numerous TEMPORARY DEATHS, when I plugged a walkie-talkie antenna into thinking it was a television roof antenna system which some places did in fact have in those more ancient 'cave-day' times!!!!!!!!!!!! When I put words in single quote marks or use a semi-colon, one of my prior recent blogs was hacked by the BLOGGER-GOOGLE SYSTEM AGAIN, when I talked about how Microsucks Corporation and my Spellchecker system on the Open-Office Program, was automatically making the word of folk or folks come out as folksinger, if and when I would strike the “ENTER KEY”, such as with BUTTERCHEESE and BUT. I put the FOLK part on both words in single quotation marks, and it was hacked off on the blog text, and also I had a semicolon after a part of a long sentence, and the goddamn mother fucking hackers changed it into a regular-COMMA, and an incorrect punctuation, at least IMHO, and I ain't no fucking cunt English Major from the Almighty Yale or Harvard U's, yo!!!!! So from now on, I will change color font on words such as when I wanted to show you all how the Mike Sucks CORPORATION always does with the (FOLK) word, such as, (folksinger) (folks). Today is the mother fucking worst DEATH ANGEL ASSAULT that I've been under for many weeks now. I suppose the cock sucking Corona Virus is beginning to spike up in this country, and so Mister Mortimer Mortino is BUSY AGAIN, taking peeps back into the purgatory, as the old fashion mortal way of thinking about 'afterlife' would go. Yessir, the phone strike on me around just shy of dawn today and then at shortly past the noon hour the cable box died and the blue light went black and out and it took forever to reboot back up, even though the main ESS-COMCAST box system of all the many solid and flashing blue lights, was NOT OFF and operating within its usual and or normal ranges, based on those solid and flashing LED's, yo BRAH! All of this horrendous and endless death siege persecution on me is really spiking one of my three new CARDDECKS that I told you all about a week or so back, regarding the 1985 original Magnesonic Program called, “co-non-art, so-non-art”. One of my two ANTIMATTER GRAPH SPACE RANGES, AKA “BLACK MATTER SPACE” GRAPHS, having little to do with the 'BLM' movement on social media and all over the world in real-world reality; other than the obvious JRSS connections of endless dot connectiveness so far as all these antimatter ranges being indeed caused by none other than MY CIVIL RIGHTS BEING MAJOR VIOLATED, so no, there truly is no fucking cunt escape from the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME here, yo (JRSS), and you all know this without me adding one more single dick sucking word here, BRRRRRRR!!! Hold onto your stupid fucking looking suspenders, Sir Eddie Albert Greenacre non-Longacre, of Pennsylvania, or any other farming state or county such as where I lived at age six and seven in Quakertown, yo yo yo yo yo BROadcaster BRO MIKE SUCKS!!!

Yes, the carddecks current range today has now dropped into the fucking teens for ART (Accuracy Rating Testing). 19.935 rounded is where it is all holding, and without doing any more widening mathematical testing that is AKA COMBINED-ODDS or CO as in CO-NON-ART, yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yessir, only OTAMM-WOMO-MILITUFORCES truly understand and GET IT when I discuss such numbers on these ART-TESTS. I can ask anything of this CARDDECK, such as will I win by playing 5 ODDS at the next gaming table I go to? Then I simply reverse the answer given to me by the cards once I get it since I need to convert the antimatter back into matter or BLACK SPACE into the WHITE SPACE, as we live here in a matter universe where the atom's protons have (+) charges and electrons have (–) charges. The reason that most carddecks remain in the (NZ) is because of HYPERSPACE-EFFECT. The cosmos always wishes to respond to our queries with 100% total accuracy based on scriptural promises of A-S-K. NZ=Neutral Zone. ASK=ASK-SEEK-KNOCK!

THE END LOVELY SAVANT, & SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUUD'.

9:25 AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 9:25 PM, ON 23 JUNE, 2020:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS 23 JUNE DAY AND WHOEVER ATTACKED ME WITH AN EARLY MORNING UTILITY AND TELEPHONE ASSAULT WHILE I WAS SLEEPING, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

Just about every time there is fucking bullshit with early morning utility assaults, the day is very bad and I need to be braced for it. Already, lots of weird noises are all around me from all of my nabe enemies from DOGTOWN (hell)! I got nowhere so far trying to move or get information on what peeps with only eleven bucks monthly can do as far as not being forced into nightmare public mother fucking housing living. Life is so totally unfair there simply are no words, will never be any words, and so going on with it is a waste of your fucking cunt time as well as mine. I went to the beach back on Sunday to get away for a while from this horrendous Patty Hollister Building, AKA Public Housing. The one time that an aerial vehicle went right over me, two lovely young women were starting to flirt with me who had just come from the street. Aerial siege always brings the parallel event of pussy command, later, if not sooner, and of course compensated with me no longer being young and studly. Maybe those days are over, but this much endless death siege does indeed alter the fucking equation. Doors are banging, scum are making noise on my walls, and this is gonna' most likely be another doozie-whopper, and yes, I'm braced for it. You have to get used to shit that you cannot do one thing to stop. Some peeps are calling shituations like that, the “new normal”, and maybe they're totally fucking cunt correct! I know that there are states with cheaper real estate, from my days and recent years of enjoying various television shows on the Home and Garden Network Cable-Channel, “HGTV”. Unfortunately Kentucky is one of them and is every bit as red a state as Florida is. But beggars can't be mother fucking choosers. Some trailer parks have opened up their rental offices but have no vacancies due to the legal inability of landlords to evict tenants during times of the CVGP. I said it before and this is just more continued reiteration, “It's never ever been this mother fucking bad for me and things are always nightmare hellish”!!!!!!!!!! Any fucking GOD who allows this to happen to a basicly good person who doesn't rape or rob or murder or rip people off out of money like so many peeps do in this new age, and even laugh about it, and seems to even enjoy my suffering, is no GOD that I will ever fucking worship!

There are lots of little things such as the beach incident from two days ago, that I have been way too preoccupied with more pressing major unpleasant shit to get into, but I do not forget anything as most of you out here know only too well, and I'll be telling many fucking more things as time moves ever onward in the STM-illusion. Yessir, Kentucky and some other places with much lower real estate places, will be where I need to go unless I can find a way to survive somehow in a higher minimum wage state, get my security license from that state, and resume my guard work again at some part time weekend post. With the combined SS and employment income, I would then be able to live in a nice and more conducive to peeps my age, trailer park some place. I am not fussy, I just want to fucking survive, Gloria and Diana, yo!

No matter what, I will be leaving here with just my clothes and a car full of necessary small items. I can always come back for my other shit as long as I keep my rent current through mailing rent checks, as long as it is not too long as they have rules for not occupying apartments for extended times. They cover every possible base so as to keep the poor downtrodden and major oppressed, or hasn't anyone else ever noticed or witnessed that little fucking true fact? I ran away once, and I'll be doing it all over again, VERY SOON, and I think my Blogaudians all know this to be a truth that cannot ever be escaped from, as I have horrible nightmare mother fucking enemies from DOGTOWN! The entire fucking © Office knows this and has a 1988 taped music project with my pal DCR and myself discussing it at the goddamn American Honda Guard-Shack on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG.

STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE, AND

END TRANSMISSION.

12:10 AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY

PREDICTION FOR DOW JONES, AS A RESULT OF MY DEATH ATTACK ON STEROIDS ON FATHER'S DAY IS AS FOLLOWS:

UP 400-700 POINTS MONDAY

UP 1200-2900 POINTS ON THE WEEK

ACTUAL EVENT, DJIA ON MONDAY'S CLOSE ON WALL GARBAGE STREET IN NYNY:

UP JUST OVER 153 POINTS, LOVELY GINA!

I TOLD YOU, MY GORGEOUS MUSCLE GIRL!

TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY!

From carefully viewing the news broadcasts since Sunday's (Fathers Day) assault on me that was beyond monstrous elder abuse and being totally criminal; it's obvious to a mother fucking lower level total tard that Trump was all pissed off on Saturday evening after his somewhat unsuccessful Tulsa, Oklahoma rubbish rally, and so AGAIN, his endless fucking strategy always kicks in, huh folks? You know, “Take it out on distant fucking goddamn cuzz Mark Pitiful Mountainpen”!!! The entire world knows this by now, whether they choose to ignore the unmistakable facts involved or not. I am not Gina, and even lovely giant Gina ain't powerful enough to twist all of your arms here, oh great FOLKS; but I know you know! And fuck your goddamn miserable Microsucks Corporation FOLKSINGERS!!!!!!!!!

MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR

I am only looking to survive the worst nightmare that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE has ever managed to suck me into so far, or at least the one on par with the Stockholm Kidnapping of me by the WASHCLOTH KING FAMILY CLAN OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the first time in the history of this POST AUGUST 15, 1986 DISASTER that I'm in here; I am actually HOPING FOR AN ENDLESS UP STOCK MARKET, AND WHATEVER ELSE THAT MONSTER PRICK TRUMP WANTS; SO THAT I WON'T BE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED, BEFORE I CAN GET THE JESUS CHRIST SHIT EATING HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, we all know that it is indeed at least partly me' own goddamn fucking fault for not RUNNING AWAY AND GETTING OUT OF HERE AND OBEYING THE HADDONWOOD GYMNASIUM THEME SONG OF 1995, a long time ago throughout the entire previous decade, WHILE THE GETTING WAS GOOD, as that old expression goes, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! About thirty minutes or so before Sunday's and FATHER'S DAY'S MAJOR ASSAULT on me, I had a beyond MAJOR FUCKING LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK HAPPEN; just as I am getting another nasty one now, at seconds shy of half past fucking cunt midnight on this Tuesday morning, and no aquarium trips later this afternoon, nor any Halloween outings either for little impish Merry, HUH LOVELY PATTY?????????

Hacking is not some simple thing. All utility hacks given to me since this all began getting really bad after August of 1986, even before modern day internet and digital age shit was everywhere; is all some kind of hacking, and even mental blocks where suddenly I forget something that I need to say or do or whatever, ALL OF IT is being done as a powerful HACK from a very powerful fucking FORCE that to the present age of ignorance, folks would think of as mysterious or even supernatural, when in fact, it is all just like with the great Next Generation STAR TREK TV-SHOW, and the episode called, “The Devil's Due”, with lovely alien lady 'Ardra'. The exact same thing is happening here with me, and many of you too, although you're too goddamn cave-day backward to see or understand the wild complexities to this reality. It is truly pathetic and fucking cunt eating beyond pitiful squared! You missed me Jane Witchbitch, so HA-HA-HA-HA-WHO? © ME!

GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.

1:39 AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013

ALL DOTS ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THINGS.

Yes peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID, SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????

WELL IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE!

First off, the audio signal was off on the computer, yet I could play the media player system inside of it just fine, but a red signal showed up in the little icon at the right bottom screen section that told me it was turned off. Eventually it no longer displayed this, but when I went up to check something on a previous blog, the entire opening paragraph showing the date and time were all HACKED OFF, and a purple line extended to the end of the margin and then way past it, almost to the end of the computer screen. I tried and tried to repair and un-fucking-hack it, but to no avail, so I made a new copy by using the post at Blogger dot com, and from there merely reconstructed it all onto a new page document and then pasted in the entire rest of the 124 pages past the hacked up page one; and deleted out the entire hacked old fucking cunt document; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION HEAD, and my 1972 pal from school; Bob McDowell, YO!

This UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available; thank you very much, BRR.

GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5

10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013

NOVEMBER 8, 2013, 9:14 PM-STANDARD TIME, FRIDAY

MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, THE BIGGEST WASTE OF TIME IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF HUMAN-UNKIND

BLOG BOOK, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS'', CHAPTER 10

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

CONTINUING TO WASTE MY TIME AND MY LIFE, WITH THIS BLOGGING NONSENSE JUNK, ON ADVICE OF CHRIS BENNETT AND ED LYNCH

Well mother fucking world, if you don't at this exact second, feel like reading, ''ONE OF THOSE'' blogs from the Mountainpen, hit your 'HOME' key, then the 'NEXT-BLOG' prompt on the blogging web-site page, and come back when you are more in that particular mood. This I am telling you now, as from this point out, things just get more and more, and fucking way more powerful, and unpleasant; and nothing will be spared, not what I know, not feelings, not secrets; nothing at all will be spared. So here we are folks, if ready, climb aboard. If not, come back later on; no sweat.

Morianity is indeed, as stated before on my previous blogs, winding down, but this could still be one fucking hell of a wind down. Imagine a big spring coil all wound up real tightly for a million turns, and then suddenly released. If you are able to adequately make a mental picture of this folks, then you know things will not be ending somewhere around chapter 14 or 15 or 16, you get the drift, but this is the very absolute final book in all of my blogging career, and when it is finished, a back cover will be on it, forever. I will go on keeping my own private mother fucking journals from that point on, as I have been doing long before internet Gore ever came along in the early nineties, on or off of any Chaney Transdimensional Washington Super-Highways driven by paramedical ambulance technicians. Yes, I am not angry at the world or even the evil fucking enemies; not in any way that any of you could possibly understand at the present point. Someday, if you ever do ''GET IT'', give me a call, and you'll get the mind blow of 100 Count VonMarcucci's, I promise. If that day never comes, that is the way the shit is written in the stars. Far be it from me to so much as say BOO about it, huh Sheriff???????

Now the attack that is still ongoing, began just past one this cunt lapping morning. I was told today by the AT&T agent who I spoke with, that my agent did receive a number of calls in my area; and there was some outage in local equipment. But that was long repaired when I spoke to this nice lady representative. After I hung up and then called my voice-mail system to do a message retrieval, I was disconnected while doing this, and again, the light on my phone that is bright red began blinking, and again, the display area of the landline telephone, an AT&T product, purchased by me a year or more ago, at the local Fort Pierce Walmart Store; again displayed that the line was ''IN USE''. I hung up and after less than a minute, the light stopped flashing, and again I attempted to do a normal message retrieval, and this time it worked, and since then, the phone is operating normally. Still, very shortly, I will be forced to up my game, and have the two services that I had when I first came into this apartment, a Comcast service along with an AT&T service, and I may in addition, decide to activate an already pre-approved government cellphone system, that is totally free, for all area calls matching mine, and 911 is free also, I believe. If I had become ill last night when this happened to me, Pam Bondi, State Attorney General, mahm; I would have died in here, and the enemies would have covertly gotten away with first degree premeditated murder, my murder. Death does not scare me one bit. I am only petrified that my murder is going to go totally unavenged, and I swear right here and right now, my lovely Loo; that I will come back from the dead, and destroy this entire planet; if my murder goes unanswered, and my murderers are not dealt with and adequately punished. You can bet your fucking sweet adorable ass on this, Annie Cornfields Costner, at light speed fucking cunt squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now knowing about APE (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) or ICPE (INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT), and a silly fucking toothless moron kid, can see with blinders masking taped to his or her face, that my hell and persecution, caused their wicked fucking cheated totally manipulated stock market DOW JONES to go right back up today, and retrace the very ground that it lost on its previous daily trading session. I have not been talking about this or making claims to all this for a few weeks, or a few months, Mister Drew Carey and Mister bob Barker, no sir. I have been discussing this from years and years, and decades, long before the internet existed for the general population of global citizenry; and guess who has a copy on cassette tape of this very mother fucking total absolute proof? You got it right if you said the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on my 'Epitome of Harassment' tapes from 1988 and 1989, and I'll highlight this right fucking now for anyone who is just not GETTING THIS, and thinks that all this is a big laughing leprechaun imp from the land of the secret medical technicians, and the most lovely land in all the world, where else; but IRELAND. All real peeps seriously into the UFO phenomena, know about the abduction experiments and secret medical shit going on there; right AGENTS CONDOR and FALCON, of the UFO COVER UP, 1988, CHANNEL 11, WPIX, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY, TELEVISION SHOW???????????

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

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Folks, a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids; so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity, with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me or fucking not. I am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and always have been, and always will be; because all time is really one time, and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential hellishness of ENDLESSNESS; they must do major things that take their minds endlessly off of this. Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating them from HELL!!! Now I don't expect you to 'GET THIS'; and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the coolest greatest thing imaginable. All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down. Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity; the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a lightning storm, and a beautiful bolt of yellow lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical warm pulses into my high chair and into me, and for a few seconds, my spirit-world-eyes were opened, as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was to eventually identify herself to me in 1983, roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this incident.

Now I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.

She told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth, whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early '1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we don't'; and I am always leery and careful around any tall weeds, near or not near lakes, or capitol city's, or Libraries of Congress.

MY CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS ACTING UP BIG TIME FOLKS, SUPER ASS FUCKING HACKING AT 10:42 POST FUCKING ASS MERIDIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OLD FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR FROM 1972???

But this is not the only hack, as hacking with my utilities or anything electrically mother fucking related in any way, IS ON A MAJOR FUCKING ROLL, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus fucking Christ all god dam ass mighty man, give it a rest and get a cunt lapping life, you asshole mother fuckers out there in the fucking NSA, or whoever the fucking shit you are, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking God Almighty, I NEED SOME HELP HERE, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. MY KID'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T STOP HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If only some of you would mother fucking click the shit I tell you to click, you wouldn't fucking have to take my fucking word for anything. It is all up on the cunt eating internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this is some fucking ass poker bluff, WOMO----M2F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!

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THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

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“QUINTESSENTIAL DEMENTEDNESS IN

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IN KEEPING ALL BANKS INCLUDING TYRA'S HAPPY,

'MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN'

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Quintessential dementedness is what is behind those great recently referred to on my blogs as OZ-CURTAINS, and from now on will just be shortened to OZCS. Don't die on me Sarah Callio Dream Taker. My grandfather wouldn't sell you or anyone connected with you, rotten directions to the nearest rest room, if your butt was on fire. As for good old Joe and our prior late summertime bet, I totally forgot about that until opening up a crate in my recent move, showing me where I buried the 500 twenty dollar bills, about fifteen miles west of here, and not so far from Billy Crouch's mighty residence. Speaking of hyperspace, do-overs, and telephone book listings; not only is my name missing, AT&T; but all of the other 'eight MOHR names' as well, in Saint Lucie County. Did Trump Graphics pay off allofem to move away, or to go unlisted? Yagodda admit folks, this is weird; but then with me, what the shit ain't? As for putting all of this nightmare into a great ultimate art form, and while quoting Mister Doctor Eckstein who if you remember peeps, was the fine outstanding gentleman who was directly responsible for getting me placed onto the Social Security Disability system, back in the autumn of the year 1994, without ever having to hire the famous law offices of 'B&B', and become one of the extremely rare cases of 'first apply/first accept'. This speaks for itself, and also is another ultimate, and that being, the ultimate axiomatic reality.

This is your lucky night folks, as I am gonna' tell you all a lot of super monster-ass huge, and devastatingly major mother fucking secrets, so be warned up front right now, and remember that you can always change the 'blogging channel' at any time, or for short, I call this the BLANNEL, on many of my prior older blogs of my 6+ year blogging tear-career!!!!! I'll begin with this huge ass secret, whether anyone will ever believe me or not, or likes it or not, it is the truth, and I'll mother fucking testify to it in any court, and on any day, MISTER FEDERAL GOVERNEMT, G-8, UN, WOMO, WHATEVERRR, SCUM!!!!!

Every time I blog at night, and this has been going on for many years and at many addresses, YO, the temperature goes up higher and higher and higher. Tonight when I began, the air conditioner was set at 82 degrees and was off, and had been off for over an hour, as it is past dark here, or was, when I started this blog. Every five minutes, I have lowered the setting by one degree, and now, about a half hour into the blog at 9:38 PM, I have reduced this one degree setting, a total of 8 mother fucking times, it is set now on 74, and I am still hot and uncomfortable. Before I began I was totally happy at 82 degrees in the setting, so the room was cooler than 82. Now it is running, and set down all the cunt lapping way to 74 degrees, and you people in this world don't believe these atrocities are real and going on, or are no more than products of delusion on the part of us crippled mentally ill mother fuckers, OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But what really is coming to mind right about now, with poor innocent whittle ol' me, after this fucking gargantuan monstrous despicable deplorable four fucking day chemtrail siege, and other siege on top of aerial, not to mention airplanes and stalking, is a television station in the good old wonderful never-sleeping city of Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. Along with this station, known by locals and many nearby 100 mile radius folks via cable television as Channel-11, and WPIX, is also a show, and a wonderful documentary; done by them in the year of mother fucking 1988, called; “UFO-THE COVER UP”. Agent Condor and Agent Falcon were two government dudes that were doing sort of a death bed confession, giving me my idea to make that 'fake Florio future tape', and peeps, this is another well known parlor trick, by many Vegas Act Magicians. Parlor tricks get way more complex when things such as righteous goddesses tapes get named, more than a BRIPER of time before the writer of the song even knew or remembered a damn thing after the Doctor Rogers Nasal Spray Attack at my Raspberry Valley door, ten days or so later. This involves way more shit along the lines of the Star Trek-TNG-Q crap, and when ol' Cap Pick a Card uses the words “PARLOR TRICKS”, to “Q”, this is the level that shit such as this is on, make no cock sucking mistake about that lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, YO. Some wonder, why I do not move on, and appear as though I am stuck in a time loop. This was directly insinuated through the back door of course, right on Philadelphia television one night, when the nightmare of Games Experts and soon to follow 'other geniuses' all took root and grew into this demonic experience. It is not me who won't move on, fuck you all for not believing me; as it is THEY, who simply WON'T LET ME move on, and they who have totally stopped me a very long time ago, literally freezing me in a very real, and yes, appearing time loop; all though this is pure illusion as far as any physical time worm hole shit. Great parlor trick number 939.75, huh?

Look folks, there is no Chevy Chase drunken hater syndrome, yet there may as well be. There is no heat beam coming down from the sky, or death ray. This is what makes those that are picked on like me, get labeled fucking 'crazies', an expression I invented in 1986, and the Copyright Office knows it. None of the stuff like tin foil going up to protect you, is real, and what is real, is that a MOGOSP PROGRAM in the 6^th dimension of mind, is set up to do something, and with me, in the case example herein, it is or could easily be called, labeled, referred to as, etcetera, MARK MOHR DESTRUCT. Once this is all set up, shit just happens as it needs to, in order to keep all of the necessary things falling in line with the motive or the program that was set up. For those doubters of such an existing technology, you really have feeble minds, I am sorry to be the one to tell you, and I am telling you this online, and gladly will meet with you face to face and say it, and go ahead and hit me if jail is where you like being. I have cited this example over and over and over again. Go back 300 years and begin telling the peeps around you about I-Pods, and internet, and jet travel, and Global Positioning Satellites, and on and on, recreating reality with magnetic heads, silicon chips, and early versions of atomic lasers, in 2 and even 3 dimensions, with Blue Ray, and on and on. When things progress just a wee bit further, it is no big deal to scan back before somebody died, and recreate the image in a full 4-D reality. I AM THE RESSURECTION, bull shit, the great man of Galilee said, 'I have the laser retrace machine', but the translation is a perfect equal in truth and reality. My family, in less than 300 years did not complete or begin this 2300 year experiment, and it along with all other bull shit, cannot really begin, or end, it simply is; and in there lies the powerful shit that Dawn-Marie King knew a lot more than even I realized, while under her cruel vicious captivity, YO. Still, let us talk about the greatest television show of all time, “Law and Order”, and the episode where he is railing out hatred of the Jews, and how indeed present day Hollywood is basically owned by them, and how they blacklist all their enemies. I know more believe that I am blacklisted physically here in three dimensions than I believe I just made love to my fucking great grand mother. Still, that old bell rings, right Detective Studderreale, BING, and it sure looks like this is the reality, but then it looks like I knew all about the future back in 1986, not just by shouting out the word “MI” before the 'Real Good Girl' song began, but right down to the 'crazies' 'liocked' away inside a padded room of woe, and mountains full of gold, and then the mind bending parlor trick, that there are no minors/miners around that are too old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Houdini, should I ever let the real super shit out, old stomach punch dude???????????? The EW knows this is all totally fucking real/e, but they are so busy quivering and shivering along with LOIS FOCA LANE and old Soup, they just want me to vanish and disappear, yet with all of that and so much more, there still is a ton of other stuff beyond all this, and yet it indeed can be totally compressed, abridged, and folded up together into one neat nice little ol' package; but only if you will open up your mind to truth and reality, and not keep it boxed up and shut as tight as a freaking ass warped winter door at Elisa's Lakehouse.

I am not through with the “L&O” television show, or Chevy Mean-Mouth Chase, and in fact peeps, YO, I'm only starting, All Mighty and beyond lovely Goddess Sarah Jacobson of 1972. First off, Stiemetz, Callio, McGuire, Garrigan, McGinty, Karpf, King, McGettigan, Levy, and Albright families of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; with roots stretching around the local states in all directions except east; only the 6th-dimension is real, and all of these things that seemingly are taking place all throughout this vast and inconceivably huge 5^th dimensional hyperspace such as this universe and all of the other parallel ones as well, is a byproduct. It is like dummies and puppets, and their puppeteers, as only the string pullers or original thought-energies themselves that exist totally and only on this much higher realm of the 6^th dimension, are real; and we are moving and thinking, only it is them, not really us at all. Like it or not, this is the powerful truth that a very few peeps came to see as a result of being very smart, and then learning about the modern day PC and internet system; and yes, PP, your old girlfriend is still mad and one of my 1986 crazies, am I right or tell me sir, and country bumpkin ex-partner crook, am I right? Did you not tell me to my face that day and I quote you, while describing yourself, “I'm a nasty bastard”? Was that out of your mouth or am I making up a lie tonight here in the future, you miserable pile of crap?

Oh I totally fucking guarantee you all that the Billionaires Club, and the G-8-UN-System, 'think' that they are controlling this world, with the operative word here being “THINK”. Yes, we all think, WE are thinking, or doing, and being, and are just fucking ass puppets for 1-100 years in each set of our Astral Plane Dream-Downs, or lifetimes, YO!!!!! Maybe the EW “THINKS” (Entertainment World), that THEY are doing all of this to me, and that is fine and well. But it is time tonight to offer up an interesting true proof here that will shake up the real thinkers of this twisted diseased little puny ass planet, YO.

Now this will be a hypothetical example, along with all made up names, yet all those who know what is being said, indeed are there, and reading this, and KNOW WHAT IS BEING FREAKING SAID, so there! The proof that I am being stopped will be in this “whittle ass falweetale called Elmer Wabbit Fwudd MOUNTAINPEN Illwastwates”. There is a man named Dodo-Jo who lived near the sand without any sweeping brooms, Senator Electra. It had been going on four years since he was contacted by a strange young girl. One day for no apparent reason, he began writing some really wild music that made no sense at the time but would as years and decades followed. This same girl contacted him again, only before it was in a dream, and this time, it was over the telephone. So one day, he called up the Walsh Telephone Company, and asked an employee how this person was able to call DODO-JO when the telephone line was not connected up to the outside world, and while they were working on his line. This employee, Miss Shovel, told poor DODO-JO it is not possible for anyone to call in while the line was off the system. Twenty-six years in the future however, they contacted the same person who was indeed able to pull this off somehow, and had her make a television commercial that poor DDJ could not miss the zingers on. In-between these years, she did many other things to poor old DDJ. She even managed to come into his dreams as well as waking life on one occasion while he was 100 miles from home one night with a pal of his. She seems to have an incredible affinity with electronics and electrical energy, and can pull off unfathomable miracles. A decade or just a tad bit after they met in person, she sent him another wild dream, and sang another song to him, as she had done 17 years earlier. She had fooled him cleverly into believing that more than one person was involved when all the time, it was only her. In the dream, another part of her had become a world famous recording artist with plat albums out every single year. In this dream, she had one of these albums include an additional song, and she sang it so beautifully, that it is just absolutely indescribable. 14 years passed after this, and he decided to post this song up, redone only as far as some minor alteration in lyrical content, so as to reflect a male singer instead of a female one. The job was done by an advanced machine and program, and was totally machine generated and digitally created. Not one part of the composition was inaccurate or imperfect, the voice was sampled by an unknown program except for a special dozen peeps that know of it on major-geeks dot com, and without knowing how to download it through a code that they provide, would cost 20 grand or more and be way out of DDJ's budget. The machine sang it pitch-perfect within less than half of one cent off any note in the entire composition. The same thing applied to the timing, and it all was within one tenth of one percent accurate on a 32nd-note timed ticker. The machine generated a great arrangement, and at the end, it was given very professional sound EFX. After posting the song on the world wide kindershet at a site where peeps post music, called the Blue-Move, only 25 peeps viewed it, and no one made one comment. Now wrapping up this fairytale, Miss UMWELL, I was told by many local peeps that they could never access the site when they tried to look at it. It was totally hacked out, and produced the illusion that it was real and accessible, and only to the computer that posted it up, a studio owned here in South Florida by one of Ron HonZovi's first cousins. My computer was able to get to it once in a while, most of the time it was basically hacked out. DDJ knows without a doubt, that this really was a mega hit record of this girl, in an altered reality. So if things are not all being messed with, why did I get 25 views and nothing, while two years ago, some lady over in Pinkland across the sea was an internet celebrity overnight? DDJ totally knows what the reality is, but as a friend of his told him who worked at a Camden County Law Enforcement Office throughout the nineties, knowing it is one thing, proving it is a totally other deal; and he is 100% on the $$$$$. In any event, ol' DDJ removed that along with another uploaded work to the site. Hackers accomplished their mission, verifying that nothing is ever available anywhere, for poor DDJ to ever do, as HE WILL BE ETERNALLY STOPPED AND PREVENTED; and no logical explanation can be rationalized on this “fairytale” of truth, as this WAS a powerful hit song. He can never prove this in physical reality, but 'HE KNOWS WHAT HE KNOWS', with or without the mysterious existence of one Dawn-Marie King of Hammonton, New Jersey. Through it all however, is the one constant that the 6^th dimension endlessly reveals to any viewers who all ready are indeed convinced of things, and that is that we are all inside what may as well be thought of as a huge arcade and video game, and are no more than puppets and PacMan blobs. But things are only beginning to freaking heat up now folks, so listen up YO!

I was on that good old site, called Fairytale Blue Move a couple of days ago, and reading some comments left on other poster's sites. The subject was CHEMTRAILS, and many sites are posted up here. I loved the commenter who said to one of the posters, we should stop calling ourselves conspiracy-theorists, we really should start a movement and call ourselves what we really are, TRUTH PATRIOTS, this is someone else's quote, and my paraphrase, and I love it, you go, whoever the fuck you are, you rock, BRAHHHHHH. Now, another comment seemed to appear down below and it caught my eye, seemingly by magic. The post was not just made, but it seemed to be a parlor trick, and it got my heart pounding to the point that I wanted to report the threat to the Blue Move authorities, but with all my hacking, it would have been a total waste of my time and I knew it. It read and I quote almost directly if not directly, “4 all you people talking about CHEMTRAILS, we know where you live”. I use my blogs as therapy and I say some wild shit, but I would never dream of making such a threat on anyone else's post or upload or blog or page or whatever. I think this 'SHOULD BE INVESTIGATED', still, it could always have been done by the poster; just to fake out the severity of the subject and without knowing it, sabotage the real effort to stop this horrendous sky poisoning. Still, I hope this site looks into this, if it reads these words. I left my residence a half hour later and arrived at the local TD Bank, where I have a checking account. When I got back into my automobile after getting an ATM balance; I told you all what happened to me, and I have had several nasty fucking nightmares since this, so this is a dangerous person, whoever posted this fucking shit, VERY FUCKING DANGEROUS, AND IS A THREAT TO CIVIL LIBERTIES. Where are you tonight, old ex-ex-ex landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, FBI?

Yes peeps, I indeed go through this fucking seasonal siege and death assault on an annual non-missed basis, and it is every year, right around early through middle June, and for the gods only fucking know what reason and why they pick on me so much at this precise time, but it was real even back in the lousy fucking late eighties, it is bad in both May and June, and even if the Flyers are playing, or out of the race, either way it goes fucking on, so it is more than just fucking HOCKEY, Mister Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “FTS”. Tellem Jane Clocks.

When I had this event go down, and also all throughout this fucking M/T/W/T 4-day fucking aerial siege of wall to wall fucking chemical poisoning and trailing, YO, I also have had the totally predictable major hyper ass off the meters and scales, PC, also known Sir Prince; as PUSSY-COMMAND, YO. Whenever sky siege goes on and on, even if in real time it is only day one of it, the siege matches the PC, and it is ridiculous and fucking major. Why would an old dude almost fucking sixty years old, fat, short, ugly, and a nobody with nothing to offer, be mobbed and swamped by young gorgeous exciting pussy? I am talking MAJOR ASS FLIRTATION here, and not nit-shit, BRO.

You don't mother fucking seriously cunt eating think ass hole WOMO enemies, that I will give you my life, do you? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit. You wanna' fucking kill and murder me ya' bitches, you're gonna have to risk a lot more, and come out of the woodwork a lot more than this; ya' fucking miserable jack off scum bag toilet water lappers.

Elder Hair is a twin, the dude from the Mormon Church in Utah, to Mister Goldstein and the Dowd on TNG Star Trek. I knew I was repressing a major American Express memory. But that is not the half of it. I have been repressing the memories of hundreds of powerful dreaming-interactions, and came to realize this in one huge boom just today. I'll get fucking into this shit at a later time, it is late and I'm hungry and tired.

I am sorry you are angry with me All Mighty Scylla, all I remember is you telling me this last night in your great city filled with Shaniah Ripoff Lights. Yes I know the whole story about Kevin Willis and his thugs, I am not holding any grudges, you are one mystery after another to me, as I thought you believed in 'Thou Shalt Not Take' what doesn't belong to us, so far, I'm missing one cassette, and Kate's song. I am not here to gather up anything, it is nothing but a bunch of particles and waves and parlor trick illusions, you seem to have forgotten, and we both know why, so keep forgetting, and enjoy what you created, and thank you for taking the memory away while I am with you in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, this must be a horrific burden for you to carry, with any amount of R's. Still, you must know, that 'HE' knows and remembers, so does Sherry Lee Pote, BEG. IWALU. I am so sorry for all of this hell.

If you ever look up any of my family from your birth place in the 20^th century, tell them not to ever contact me, as they can all burn up. Also, the only terrific source for matters of lineage, in case this ever helps you brown-eyes, is Mister Goldstein. I do not know if he is alive, but they are either twins which your family relates to quite well, or I am a monkey's uncle. Oh, if your mother ever runs into Fred at the Met, please have him call me. BYE-BYE.

I'LL SAY IT THREE TIMES OVER, CUZZ!

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Oh yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what truly is the story of all of all of our damn Schuylkill Expressway lives; Donald, sir????????????????

Well, without concerning ourselves too much with mundane or trivial matters of what my latengrate pop might very well refer to in 1976 as the “DEAD-PAST”; allow me to sum a few things up, just 'as if' Morianity were a fourteen year long course at some future time, and now it is time for a major condensed thesis to be done to earn a high grade, and in this particular case, the grade is the enlightenment of humanity, at least in one tiny percentage of about one seven and a half billionth of the grand total. Before I do this somewhat small feat, I will say the following little thing, for the record:

I took some nasty roach attacks yesterday after it was better for a while, and lots of strange things are going on. Also, the dirt bag loud car music blaster (if you want to call this 'no-talented noise' 'MUSIC', came back yesterday at 3:22 in the afternoon. The real heavy assault came shortly before that and lasted all day long, that being a MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE ON MY FRAIL BODY, whatever the MILITUFAWCES do to me that cause horrendous unpleasant feelings inside my body and leaving me with wild and monstrous damn diareah. This all began in the year 1986, and actually, BEFORE the rest of the attack did, and that includes the other half of the HEALTH ASSAULTS ON ME, that totally fuck up the heart rhythm and leave you feeling extremely weak and poor. This all started at the ending part of the previous year of 1985, and it seemed to be somehow connected with a power company near Paulsboro, NJUSAESMWG, connected with the entire wild MUFON situation of AREA 51 and New Mexico. Something that this place was storing in their basement where the guards needed to walk through on an hourly basis to hit the security clock keys that prove to an insurance company that certain areas are being routinely patrolled, was most definitely causing this health problem that came upon me during this time, and then seemed to slowly lead me into many other wild and very weird crap to follow. I had a fourth straight NAUT-SO-GREAT yet naut totally BOTBAR DAY yesterday. This all led me to say certain things now, today. The main thing being that it is high time to make an “ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT” in this now fourteen plus year Morianity project. Unlike up there in the swamplands of WASH-YOUR-HANDS WASHINGTON, DC; my articles cannot be voted down by a body of totally crooked politicians, calling themselves a POLITICAL PARTY, and daring to pretend that they are actually a legitimate part of America, and its marvelous mother fucking CONSTITUTION!

ARTICLE 1:

These blogs have most definitely tied together sufficient dots and items that prove that Morianity and its tale of woe from the deepest bowels of Dogtown (HELL), are real and true in all claims, with stuff told regarding magical things done to me, magical places such as the RPL Sound Studio, Cooley Hall, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

ARTICLE 2:

Things done and said by my mother after the nineteen-eighties ended, regarding not caring if she ever was a grandmother, hypothetical daughter diatribes every time she wanted to make major points in arguments with me, as well as things in general along those line all throughout the nineteen-nineties, as well as her actual office coworker Mizz Patty Hollister, all leading to the inescapable reality of my 'secret-daughter', an agreement made between these two women a long time ago.

ARTICLE 3:

The absolute logic defying verification on a scientific level, that even the cosmos itself is responding to, as well as seemingly is inter-connected all throughout this entire mess, with the greatest example of any of them, being the levy-Shoemaker Comet that struck the Planet Jupiter in the summer of 1994 and shortly after my leaving the rental home of Misses Patricia Meeker in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, to move into the somewhat now globally famous thanx to Morianity, “HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS” of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, owned by Misses Maria Shoemaker, and following this and directly after leaving this place for the Somerdale Death-House, all of my Atlantic City, New Jersey excursions, on the beaches of Atlantic city in 1997; when the Honorable Sir & 'naut yet Mayor, Lifeguard Chief Mister Robert Levy Senior' came into the interactions of my life or my “MIDLIFE CRISES” life, during that unfathomable period of time in that life, that I have referred to then as well as ever since, as my “Search for Sarah”.

ARTICLE 4:

The complete and perfect tieing in and agreement, with the mighty New Age Author's concepts and belief systems, concerning what my Morianity has named and labeled with his name and in his honor, the James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, with items far too countless to name in this Articles section now, but such as the Misses Marola of Cooley Hall and her beyond surreal insistence and tenacity of forcing me to come to school on a holiday, against my will, to perform a silly little school play, on 30 May, 1969; and how this action then led me to be in Atlantic City that same day, but at a completely different and slightly later time than I would have otherwise been, and thus allowing me to witness a great event on Tennessee Avenue, and that being one of the two things spoken by the Almighty Goddess on this street of great wonder, that I will be proving beyond any doubt whatsoever very shortly; has cosmic significance, and cannot be ignored, or even intelligently argued by the most scientific minds on this planet.

ARTICLE 5:

No matter who in the world, including the great almighty American Psychiatric Association (APA), attempts to claim that all of this is the work and delusions of a mentally ill mind, must concede that I have had literally dozens of people now, from Edward (Himacane) Lynch, telling me that indeed there are some things in my life that even he couldn't explain, and he thought he had a rational answer to anything, to Steve Petersen the Assistant to New Jersey Federal Congressman Andrews, in 1995 or 1996 who wrote a letter to Admiral Perry, whom I had known from earlier times when I resided in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at sir Jim Wilson's dollhouse on Central Avenue, regarding my aerial persecution and unfathomable stalking by some unexplainable group and force who endlessly flew planes and jets all around me morning and night, for decades of time without letup. No one was more down to Earth, and to quote his letter to some Republican Colleague who he had written to concerning his pal, Mark Wayne Mohr, and I of course am speaking about my pal Sir David Charles Roth, telling him that he was a Republican and a Churchman, and a respectable tax paying member of the Philadelphia community, and that these things were absolutely real and happening to me, and that he would legally testify and witness to all of it, anywhere and any time. Included in my list of normal and not mentally ill people who once were alive and could vouch for me and witness for me in all of my Morianity claims and stories, would be name recognized folks, people within the structure of political power and law enforcement, even though the vast majority would say otherwise, I still had a large grouping of people who did not agree with the great 'Marola-Lottery' of going with the majority in life, in order to be right, and her mighty words of wisdom to me that were proven totally off base just a couple of years later down the road, when state lotteries all began; and it was the one person of great minority who won each day, or week, or whatever, disproving her concept of being right by always going with the larger numbers on the arguments of life.

ARTICLE 6:

The incredible reality of female recording artists seemingly somehow and for reasons totally unknown at this time still, being inter-connected with my life, either as younger people or in present time life situations, or in most cases, BOTH. On top of that, my pal Dave Roth was in actual letter correspondence in the nineteen-eighties and nineties, with a large group of them, and showed me their letters to him, and these were top musical artists of the times,and those letters were absolutely legitimate and real. The hugest part of course with all of this was all happening in the very days and times of my meeting this man at the #113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; in early November of 1985. I speak of shortly after becoming his pal, our trip to see his musical group peeps called, “New Shoes” in Manhattan, early in August of 1986, and actually meeting up with a girl who was my daughter, and neither of us had the smallest clue then. Maybe some wild stories such as this happen to other folks from time to time, but the odds mathematically for even a small combination of all of it, actually happening to any one person, literally stretches into numbers that contain forty and fifty zeros. Any top university mathematical professor can easily verify all of this and all of these things someday, if of course “HALLS FAWCES” as my Morianity calls them, would allow this to ever be done, and they won't!

I will prepare to go through ETERNITY IN HELL of course, while the rest of you are seemingly permitted the great luxury of powering through IT ALL. Still, these are my 6 ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AND ITS AGREEMENTS IN REALITY that if anyone out there could and can ever dispute successfully, PROVING ME WRONG IN ALL OF ME' CLAIMS; well great, as nothing in this damn world, SENATOR SIR, would make me happier than to have this done. The mighty Sir Clarence Harris, the 1997 and 1998 Assistant to Federal-Congressman Robert Andrews, said it all. He told me that HE WAS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PROVE ME WRONG ON SOME THINGS. He could not, and this made him literally get so damn-ass frustrated, that he nearly lost his mind. This is the same great United States Marine who told me, shortly after Dairy Queen Katy messed up some things for me with him as well as me' old singer pal Bob Andrews whom he worked for; that if he could do it and if it were only legal, he “would like to somehow fake my death, and THEN QUIETLY HANG AROUND TO SEE WHO COMES AROUND TO PICK AT MY BONES”! These things are all totally real people out here, THEY INDEED HAPPENED, and the only folks who've tried to make it appear as if it is a lie or a hoax or simply me' mental illness; ALL HAVE GODDAMN MAJOR PERSONAL AGENDAS, as well as huge personal vested interests; in this 14+ year Mountainpen's Morianity, never becoming a known and accepted part of global history, which in my vely humble opinion Mister FCC McDowell, old pal from Cooley Hall, most definitely needs to become a part of. I literally believe that two things of equal importance needs to be done to keep humanity as we know it from shortly going the way of the dinosaurs of long ago. One is a space program project that is far better than anything we have yet for asteroid deflection, and two is the Global unveiling of Mountainpen's MORIANITY. If you insist that this is mental illness coupled with major fucking delusions of grandeur; then please always remember that I firmly and most vehemently disagree with you, and yet simultaneously; I would fight and die on any battlefield on this Earth-Planet, for your right to indeed disagree with me, and to call me all the names of 'Listener-Therese', and any others anywhere, either on or not on the mighty WFMU-INTERNET RADIO and their Crackpots From New Jersey. To quote a great literary god, at least IMHO people; Mister Esolph, and his mighty wonderful and awesome fables, “And that's THAT”!!!!! So to quote one other great man who is perfectly capable of knocking just about anyone right out of their Blue Swede Shoes, Sir Atlantic City State Police 1984 Marina Dispatcher; one really gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUGE “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!! Hey Chester-Frank, gimme' a 'DAMN' buzz someday if you're reading these words, for crying out loud, yo!

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