JEWELLY
WHITE'S
4
DPEP
YOU
ARE NOW READING CHAPTER 12
MARK
WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN
HUNTINGTON
MOHR
12:48
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
THURSDAY MORNING
CHOKE
DAY-----JUNE
4, 2020
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PIERCE,
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JUNE 4, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 6:6
N.M.
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TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU,
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET
would SHOOT WAY UP THIS WEEK AS A RESULT OF SUNDAY'S MONSTER ASS
MOTHER FUCKIGN DEATH SIEGE ON ME, but what I didn't tell any of you
were some of the incredible details to the tools used in the M2F's
ICPE-APE-TECH endless bags of HELLISH NIGHTMARE GODDAMN TRICKS,
and now Sir Leviathan Barnabas Collins, of the nineteen-sixties “Dark
Shadows” television show, “IT'S
TIME”!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell you all some real heavy
mother fuckign prick licking shit that will send you on your ass and
blow a lot more minds than just Sir Russell
Thaxton, and Count
Von Marcucci, back in the autumn times of that great
awesome year of 1969!!!
Oh
boy oh boy oh boy Georgie, is it time. So screw Uncle
Billy and even the high and mighty king-complex peeps or rolls
they are playing in movies, oh wonderful actor Sir, Mister
Barrymore Potter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every so often, I come into
contact with another person who byuys a lot of vitamins and
medications at the local WG-Pharmacy where I go, and we get shooting
the shit. He is a retired attorney who knows a whole lot of things,
but practiced in a particular item that wouldn't ever be able to do
me any good, so what else is new? Still, he is a mountain sized water
fountain of information, and today while waiting to talk to the
Pharmacist about some less expensive vitamins for my diagnosed
medical age related bone density shrinkage problems, I told him about
parallel-event, how I used it to defeat the Jersey casinos in 1986,
and basicly the entire story all compressed into a neat quick little
nutshell. Like anyone else, he does not totally fully believe my
problems that resulted after I did indeed apply this parallel-event
knowledge against the casino operators in 1986, but he is extremely
intellectual and is willing to discuss matters in the algebraic
abstract so to speak. In other words, when asking him a question
about my persecution, he is more than willing, although not believing
it is really happening to me, to go with the topic AS IF it were
absolutely true and totally real. So when I asked him yesterday while
we were waiting for the Pharmacist on separate health issues, how to
make sense out of Trump sending a Mexican-American to live here right
next fucking door to me and blast his horrible wub-woofers at me,
EACH TIME THE STOCK MARKET IS IN NEED OF ANOTHER BOOST, and then back
it off when it does in fact shoot up and up, and then repeat the
cycle all over again each and every mother fucking time that the
market rally's begin to slow down or reverse again. He looked at me
with a Cheshire grin on his face and he then replied to me, “Mark
that's an easy one. I will tell you right now not to think so much in
exactitude's”, his precise quote to me back around three of the
clock yesterday afternoon at the waiting area of Walgreen's. I
remained silent to see if he would follow up, and then after maybe
fifteen seconds, I then said to him, “Can you be a little bit more
specific”? He grinned a tiny bit less widely but while still
grinning as if I had just told him the not not
so PC-JOKE about the American, the Frenchman, the Spaniard, and the
Englishman, all on an airplane that was going to crash, and only had
one single parachute, as was told on my blogs many times,
during the first couple of years of them. He said to me, “You
really can't see it, can you”? I said, in almost a mildly annoyed
voice, “No my friend, I can't see it”. He then said to me, and I
won't try to quote it since it was three long sentences, but I can
absolutely give you the totally paraphrased gist of it here. I was
stuck seeing the very obvious, and as a lawyer who did the type of
work and who represented the type of clients that he had done for
decades of his life, came to see how distractions and confusions are
more powerful weaponry to intelligent armies than all of the bombs
and bullets combined, at least when not actually in real world combat
situations of course, on actual real battlefields. Right away, he
said that Trump would be thinking, or whoever is really doing the
serious strategic thinking for him anyway, would confuse the entire
plot by not sending a white Anglosaxton Caucasian man over here to be
my neighbor. The one thing that would never seem to show that it was
him behind doing this, would be to send some Mexican-American. From
everything we ever hear of Mister Trump, he just would never do that,
and he doesn't even know any or at least know any that would help him
carry out such an ugly mission, and for any price; and him being such
a cheap skate, he probably would only be offering free rent, and
maybe two to four bills per month in addition. Not that many people
would take the job. I'll admit folks, my mind never ever would have
thought along these lines, and this is the art of confusion and
distraction and deception. Without Ray, I would never have thought of
that in a thousand mother fucking years. Of course once he told me
this, he laughed a soft chuckle through his face mask that we all
must wear in public now due to the CVGP shituation; and he said to
me, “You know I hope I'm helping you out here with the
philosophical end to your perceived enemies, but I'd bet my home that
it's all a bunch of crap, and my home is worth just under a mill”!
Hey, you'd better get used to losing a million fucking bucks then
pal, if you ever really bet me on this, and we could have some way of
absolutely proving or disproving it all one way or another that would
totally stand up to my satisfaction that nothing was tampered with by
conspirator enemies from the M2F. I would suddenly be the next
millionaire of fort Pierce, and poor ray would be living in the
fuckign cunt poor-house, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA;
you missed me Mizz nightmare Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did totally forget
to make my additional blank coloring lines, but I am now on page-14,
so fuck that witch from 1993 and her goddamn Atlanta
non-cowards, huh there BUNKER-BOY
TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
you all remember that I absolutely TOLD YOU
ALL TO BUY STOCKS THIS WEEK, RIGHT?????? And that goddamn
mother fucking stock market, sure as Loretta Lynne's LORD and
screaming Mary Hartman's dead waking screaming chants, IT DID JUST
FUCKING THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AUGUST
OF 2006
FROM BERRYVILLE,
NJ-USA
posted by
theansweristheqyuestion at 1:35
PM
No
kind person; my blogs have very little to do with money, and a whole
dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And
this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a
version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes,
and now, the great United States © Office
has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical
Projects sent down to them from my House Of
Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do
you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you
can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr
has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every
time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly
to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two
things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the
next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT,
lovely Mizz Winfrey, and a great big HUUUUUUUGE
SIR CHESTER-FRANK Shoeknockeroutter
“WEEEEEEEEEE”! Hey yo peeps, this parallel event thing as
totally for real, or as the great MC THAXTON said about me on the
WFMU INTERNET RADIO WEBPAGE, I TOO AM FOR REAL, and to get lovely
Mizz Paula King all wet and happy here while she teased the shit out
of me as I tried to enjoy the Atlantic City beach in 1997, feeling or
not feeling, but most definitely FOR REALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey am I
right or am I naut wrong? In any case, reality is reality, it is what
it is, and yes great beach-bum sir Ziggy, that is indeed the way it
goes. Oh Dennis Snyder sir, I AM NAUT YOUR SON, SO MARIAH IS NAUT
YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER, but that racist mother of mine sure caused lots
of horrible problems that led to someone paying her coworker Mizz
Emily off to harass her at the office, causing a lot of her drinking
issues, huh Mister Speers? So sir,how's warp drive daddy (grampa
Speers) doing these days? Let us in any case, take the damn office
pictures off the wall and replace it with those great shots of
country legend, Sir Moe Bandy!!!!!!! Holy Maria, and 'H' adding wives
of the great parallel realm drowning victim, Mister Hamilton, me' ol'
Elm resident.
I
plan on getting out of this country just as soon as my disability
becomes regular SS when I turn age 66 years, on this coming 4th
day in December, whether the goddamn medical nightmare is ongoing or
naut, and I am quite sure that it will be.
I will find a way to escape before 'TRUMPWORLD' tortures me to death,
and gets scott fucking free away with it. Everyone for years now
discusses “the new normal”. I hate to say it, but I've lived long
enough in a very weird way, that these blogs have mentioned and we
need not get into it again right now; where I can know for certain
that times can actually alter to a place where society is not
recognizable any longer if we base it on our past memories due to the
rate of hyper accelerated change. We may very well become the new
NAZI-AMERICA with HITLER FILTH back in charge again. This would be my
own quintessential punishment, as I have been told by more than one
psychic, that I WAS HITLER in my previous life. It won't shock me at
all to see America as I knew it, totally gone, and within the next
half decade. Now I can be totally wrong and sure as fucking shit hope
that I am, but I am no longer surprised by new normals, or new any
fucking things, not NO-MO-YO, me' goddamn BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! I love
watching the great CNN, as does me' distant cuzz the president. They
truly are the only voice of reason left in this sea of madness and
total chaos. So what's to do, Mister Jack Twilight Zone Gambler
Klugman???????????!!!!!!!! I would be losing my mother fuckig sanity
right about now if not for watching the evening discussions and my
great wannabe pals such as DL and CC, and others too. BOY OH BOY does
fuckign life suck, BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT but, I DID INDEED
TELL EVERYONE ALL THESE THINGS WOULD HAPPEN IN SOME ROUND ABOUT WAYS,
but I made no bones about the monster that Mister Trump truly is, and
NONE
OF YOU OUT HERE REALLY CHOSE TO BELIEVE ME
You never do, and now, well; just look back and see if I am making
up any of this mother fucking Morianity stuff, you all just go ahead
and do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEE.
JEWELLY
WHITE'S
4
DPEP
YOU
ARE NOW READING CHAPTER 11
MARK
WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN
HUNTINGTON
MOHR
7:24
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
EVENING
JUNE
3, 2020
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PIERCE,
FLORIDA,
USA,
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
JUNE 3, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 5:6
N.M.
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WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Electricity
is an incredible reality here in the material world. I have to
be very careful of it even though I am madly in love with this
entity, as Astral Gods LOVE TO TEASE
MORTAL WORLD HUMAN BEINGS, and that is just a fact of
life, along with the other fact that different people here on this
Earth are in fact being teased in DIFFERENT WAYS, and just about all
of the time. The vast majority are being teased by being totally
ignored, and thus allowed to live their lives without Astral
interference of any kind or for the very most part at least. I have
no way to know the percentage but IMHO, my ability to make some damn
good guesses is supported by four+ decades of weird hellishness at
the hands of these 'HALLS FAWCES'. I
feel that this majority being astrally-ignored is around 70% of the
human population. 10% are being bless-teased, and the remaining 20%
are being curse-teased, all in numerous and various degrees and
individualized methods of course. Still, this is all just IMHO. I
cannot prove a word of any of it that would even hope to ever stand
up in a court of law. And my 'guesstimated' percentages are also
subject to human flaw. Still, I am quite comfortable reporting these
figures and general information now on my Morianity to any and all
interested Blogaudians! Now folks, somehow I either forgot to
disconnect from the internet when last on my computer yesterday, or
else I was 'put back into where I had been' by HALLS FAWCES which the
M2F is all a part of, and when I began blogging, I noticed a strange
sort of lag time in the computer responding to my commands. I say all
this only to tie in a major group of other things that are totally
relevant and pertinent to it all. You see peeps, in 'MY DREAMS' or my
double in some parallel realm from right here, was experiencing a
horrible telephone harassment and also the very same delay of things
happening to me by a small yet absolutely annoying half second, was
also happening to me IN THIS NIGHTMARE that I will tell you about.
Still, I am struck hard right now in my thoughts due to not only the
computer being actively connected into the internet while I was
sleeping here in the same room with it, but also, LIGHTNING
was just here and SHE was flashing very nearby. It began
shortly past seven and it stopped shortly before nine, and then I
awoke at quarter past nine and remained up and awake just to escape
that horrendous nightmare I was having, where I was being major
MILITUFORCE HARASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Astral BRIGGBASE for the most part, is or at least completely and
totally controls the MILITUFORCE. They
have total control over any and all human world electrical and
electronic things, devices, systems, the list is as long as all of
the things here on the Earth-Planet. Also one more thing, that damn
ass DEATH ANGEL is extremely annoying
and frequent AGAIN, and I'll be getting more into this prick later on
as well, as again peeps, it all ties totally into everything else
that's being talked about here on CHAPTER-11!!!!! As I speak at 9:45
this Wednesday morning, a SARAH-CROW, as
David Roth used to call them, is right at my window ledge and
'calling' and 'calling' away. And this
blog for the most part, or that horrible nightmare that I'll be
telling you about folks, is all about “CALLING”,
at least on a telephone.
This
nightmare started in several very unpleasant ways with my having a
very rotten time at some beyond weird place that resembled both a
pharmacy counter and a government office all put together. I was
speaking to a beautiful young lady of about age thirty give or take,
and beyond outlandish shit was happening that can be explored a lot
more later on either on this or later to follow other blog-chapters.
After that all went down, I drove from there to where I was living in
that parallel world, and when I tried to park, some old fart zoomed
into the space that I was about to park in and I had to park off
quite a ways to the only other possible empty place available. After
I had parked in a place that forced me to drive over some fairly tall
weeds as if my car was the lawn mower; the old fart who had cut me
off to take that parking spot came right over to me and said how
sorry he was, and I sort of disbelieved his authenticity about being
genuinely sorry and felt he was teasing me, and so I teased back by
acting as if it was no big deal at all and said to him, “No problem
at all, have a great day”. By doing this and in a way of total
Hollywood acting as if what he had done to me didn't matter in
the slightest bit, I won by not letting him think that what he had
done had in any way made me the smallest bit aggravated, in other
words, as if he had totally failed to 'get my
goat', so to speak; oh Camden, New Jersey coworker of 1981,
named 'Ray Massey'. Then I went into the
place, and it suddenly became almost the 1802 Robin Hill Apartment
from back this time in the 1980 year, only it was larger, and it had
huge areas all around where the construction was totally incomplete
and ugly as all dogshit, and I remember feeling quite lousy having to
put up with it. Then I opened up my mail for the day and somehow
learned that I was canceled by one of my credit card companies, or my
account was, and I think it was a VISA card account, but cannot
remember it for sure. The entire thing was quite eerie and hazy,
other than it was my bank that was involved, and they had turned the
account over to some collector or outside system, and that the phone
number that I called afterwards to try straightening it all out,
ended in the final two digits matching my birth year of '54'. That I
remember as clearly as a bell, along with the fact that it was a full
ten digit phone number, and the area code was not a toll free area
code that normally is 800 or 888 or any other grouping of three
digits, that are toll free by phone companies, and communication
systems providers. While the agent was speaking to me over the phone,
suddenly neither he nor I could hear each other, but we were not cut
off. I could hear him keep saying hello-hello to me, and I would
speak back. Then still without being disconnected, neither one of us
could hear the other. This exact same MILLIONTH
COUNCIL-BRIGGBASE-MILITUFORCE persecution is done to me right
here on the mortal world quite often, and many of the times of this
abuse and harassment, was when I would be speaking to Mister Mike
Patterson down in Miami. That won't be happening any more, as he is
either dead along with his brother, and most likely from the Corona
Virus, and geriatric related medical issues; or else HE
IS DEAD TO ME, for ignoring me for no good reason this
long. Before the death of his brother, he had completely stopped ever
calling me first. I would call once a week and finally, I stopped
calling first and then after a month and after his brother departed
from human existence, he called me up balling like a baby. He treats
me like a dog, wanting me to be there for him and is never there for
me. Then he told me over and over how he loves me like a brother and
how I am such a great and dear pal. Well, I don't need pals like
that! But onto the issues now of the persecution I had experienced in
that parallel universe, or actually what my double or 'doppelganger'
had just experienced. After the sudden interruption in our
conversation, just when the Bank Agent had told me that he was going
to reactivate my account and send a notice that an error on the part
of the bank had been what had happened, to all three major credit
bureau's to try and get my FICO SCORE back up from where this
incident had dropped it; poof, we were disconnected without being
disconnected, so I dialed him back, and this I remember in great
detail, only now I can only pull up those last two digits of 5-4 in
the ten digit phone number, other than the memory of quite a few '7'
digits in the number. When I got him again and began to speak, the
bastard mother fucking enemies did it to me AGAIN, another sudden
inability of him being able to hear me, and me hearing him keep
saying to me, “HELLO-HELLO-HELLO”. I
awoke out of this horrible fucking experience extremely pissed off,
just as if it had happened to me right here in this realm of the
so-called 'waking world' part of human life. What people simply do
not know and or realize about the multi-realm life that we all are
living in via our dreams, is that this does absolutely effect our
moods, our attitudes, and our behaviors with other people, once up
and awake, sometimes all day long and even possibly carrying into
many days and weeks or more of time, long after
the DREAM, and most all of the time, our conscious memories
are completely clueless to why we suddenly are angry or feel major
dislike towards someone in our waking-lives. MY
SPACE-BAR-HACK is back acting up nasty ass again, peeps, yo!
If my Morianity ever has any real or lasting effects with humanity
and for the good of it, let it be, Mister Marcucci Sir, the
realization somehow some day, that these words speak volumes of truth
that have managed to absolutely escape the human realm entirely for
the fully known time of recorded history and sentient civilization.
Why the mother fucking APA and their great wise psychiatrists do not
see and realize this powerful truth and spread it around to the
world, is anybody's
goddamn best
'GUEST GUESS',
with or without any wild marvelous PINK
GODDESSES involved!!!!!!!! Speaking of color, and how
incredibly powerful color is in so many things; I totally believe
that Jewelly
White not only has mind control
and puppet manipulation over the three great ladies of my
past, Melanie, Paula, and Patty,
but also of the mighty DONALD TRUMP,
explaining his obvious connections and undying love for anything of
and connected to, WHITE SUPREMACY.
So to quote the great Elm, NJUSAESMWG resident here peeps, Sir
Dennis Snyder, with or without his major resembling 'funny
face' from the internet, “And that's just
reality, son”! Oh how my goddamn past forever echos my
infinite hellish nightmare sub-vampiric
existence, huh Sir Johnny Depp
ll??????????????????
As
of 10:30 AM, “TWC”
Weather-Report
is as follows for the town of Fort Pierce, FL-USA:
WHO
'GIVES TWO' DAVE SPEAS 'SHITS'?
TEMPERATURE---
HEAT
INDEX---
HUMIDITY---
DEWPOINT---
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---
SKY
CONDITIONS---
WINDS---
VISIBILITY---
AIR
QUALITY---
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---
PREDICTIONS---
MOUNTAINPEN'S
>>>:::::HEALTH
VITALS:::::>>>
BLOOD
PRESSURE:---100 OVER 59
PULSE:---62
TEMPERATURE:---96.1
RESPIRATION
PER MINUTE:---11
The
main topic that will be harped on for some time now on blog chapter
numbers following this number 5 chapter here, will all pertain to the
powerful JEWELLY WHITE “CREW”, of influenced, dominated,
controlled, mind manipulated” SMALL ARMY OF WOMEN, you all know,
and yes, it follows the great number 3, the number of NUCLEAR POWER,
and the number of ELECTRICITY HERSELF, told to
me directly in a POWERFUL DREAM IN 1984,
straight from the very lovely luscious lips of GODDESS DIANA
HERSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Number
27, that's my
number, LITTLE BOY”, is what
this great gorgeous GODDESS
spoke to me, in that powerhouse DREAM in
1984; and it has been told and blogged OVER
AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
AUGUST
OF 2006
FROM BERRYVILLE,
NJ-USA
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kind person; my blogs have very little to do with money, and a whole
dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And
this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a
version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes,
and now, the great United States © Office
has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical
Projects sent down to them from my House Of
Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do
you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you
can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr
has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every
time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly
to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two
things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the
next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT,
lovely Mizz Winfrey, and a great big HUUUUUUUGE
SIR CHESTER-FRANK Shoeknockeroutter
“WEEEEEEEEEE”!
My
COMCAST SERVICE froze up yesterday TUESDAY after coming awake and
turning on me' TV system. I had to unplug the power source
again, and let it boot up. It happened right after the COMCAST
DAILY UPDATE SHIT all happened, which is a pain in the
fucking ass enough; so I had to wait for two
reboots, just to watch my own television fucking system.
Speaking of Comcast, I told on CHAPTER 5,
how I walked out of that wild ESS CLUB
WAREHOUSE, that was filled with electronic and musical
devices; and how I wanted to “PAY MY
BILL”, and do it at their office that they had, just a
short distance away. I left the structure and turned left and after a
short distance there was a small road that was off to the right but
had no left so it was a T-intersection as they're called. That was
the road that was all twisty, curvy, and windy; sort of like New
Jersey's famous ROUTE-9 in the Atlantic City's inland area
of Abseacon, right near the bay. Those super cool STARBURST
commercials on television back in the 1997's summer time, while I
would be watching that great old sixties show, “DARK SHADOWS” on
the SYFY CHANNEL that were being re-run, would always have them come
on. They would talk about magical roads and I know from the ads that
they were talking about the same road that later on in the day, I
would be driving on while going to the shore, to swim in the ocean at
Atlantic City, and also simultaneously, keep trying to get to the
bottom of my unfathomable search to find the
missing teen-girl of my past, the GREAT
SARAH.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
TO ALL OF THAT, HUH LOVELY MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY, LAND OWNER AND
NON-SAND SWEEPER OF 1983 AND ITS TOTALLY MAGICAL SONG LYRICS FROM THE
FUTURE MOUNTAINPEN OF MORIANITY??????? Right around a quarter shy of
ten, the door slamming over and over shit is back, and I thought this
fucking dog shit had been finished at the end of the hallway in
Donnie's damn apartment, but either it
has not, or else it's another annoying mother fucker out to endlessly
persecute me, and bring me the “NAPS”,
huh Agents CONDOR & FALCON? NAPS doesn't have one thing to
do with being sleepy yo, does it, but rather it is a shortened
abbreviation for NEVER ANY
PEACE SYNDROME,
am I correct, OH GREAT WISE SIRS??????????????????? Gee fucking
willagars, and a great big ass 'HUUUUUUGE'
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
too!
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26,
2020 5:00 PM – Jun
2,
2020 4:00 PM
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No-sir
folks, it is not February 28 of 2016, but rather June 3, 2020. No
Microbursts Microsucks, it is not a musical project number that I
once sent for Copyright Registration, to the great illustrious United
States © Copyright Office either, yo, 2020218218, or whatever that
damn number comes from that the system has stored into some
programmed 'dictionary memory system', yo yo yo yo yo and
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
But
on that date in 2016, I CAPPED THIS INTO the blogs. My
doctors all refuse to take anything I say or even show them from the
internet, ONE BIT SERIOUSLY, SO WHY,
WORLD COURT AT THE FUCKING DAMN HAGUE, if there's nothing to
my wild 1983 story when this ALL BEGAN, lovely
Sabrina
Collins,
of 'DARK SHADOWS'?????????
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Anyone
who refuses to see TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT and Transdimensional Reality,
as a real powerhouse truth, is nothing but a goddamn ignorant pitiful
fool. But still, with
the collective awareness of humanity unable to do so, their folly
translates into my ENDLESS HELL,
because I can never ever be fucking taken seriously! Here is my proof
with one out of about four million or so other things, to just what I
mean, regarding the nightmare that I just popped out of, POOPY POP
and all great 'LIRR TRAIN' CONDUCTORS and doghouse
builders!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go gettem' Tiger Brady! I
had a nice
talk on the phone
with the
agent who handles my account
at my local bank,
concerning my attempts to reestablish and rebuild my credit,
after my horror show disaster with the KING
FAMILY
totally wiped out my good name and credit, at the end of this
century's first mother fucking decade, just as you all know quite
well about BY NOW; and
you too,
Islander
Mister Joel!!!!!!!!
So as you all should remember well, this all happened back last week;
and yes, before
all hell busted loose on the shortly to come, following SUNDAY.
WOW is this fucking noise annoying this morning again. It does appear
to be mother fucking maintenance crews working in that apartment, and
it looks as though me' pal Donnie has been either evicted, or he is
ill or dead, or else has just simply moved out! I will come back to
tell more, WHEN I KNOW MORE, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
LATER
EDITED INTO BLOG:
May
26,
2020 5:00 PM – Jun
2,
2020 4:00 PM
Yes
world, when I did that little edit job as a result of the BLOGGER
WEBSITE not including the first post up that I did,
into the same chapter area, I reedited, but from now on, I just will
do a quick CAPPING job and make a new system and post it and let the
old shit just remain there, so if things do repeat every so often
folks, now you will know exactly fucking why they do, as that caused
me a real nasty-ass damn calamity, “JANE”, even more than your
lousy-ass ENDLESS ONES GROUPATIONS! Also, notice the time on this
blog, and if it seems that I took hours or even a day or more to post
it up here, it is because I now just want to be ready for a
counter-attack the next time my next door nabe from Dogtown, blasts
me out of here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
we have this still somewhat strange anomaly of parallel realm lunar
changes from some beyond mother humping outlandish 'TSE'
(Towel-Seepage-Effects) of things. First, the more a person is
getting interconnected somehow with transdimensional bullshit, or
(TDBS) for short, it seems to have a no-knock-warrant effect on
victims of it being given absolutely, and as Barnabas Collins the
original said it so great in the late sixties, “NO CHOICE” in
experiencing the after-party dominoes effect that only seems to
endlessly progress with repetitive action and continuing and ever
ongoing newer shit, that even appears to be compounding on, and with
the older shit as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this as I experience
this endlessly in my personal nightmarish life of DOE (Dogtown On
Earth). And that's just reality, Mister Snyder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
talking about lunar effects and my blogs that show a lunar cycle
calendar, I thought that I had sort of gotten to the bottom of why
sometimes those pasted in charts get screwed up with seemingly
endlessly altering amounts of phase days. As told before, there are
eight lunar phases, and four of those eight have but one day of their
phase, NEW, FIRST QUARTER, FULL, AND LAST OR 3rd
QUARTER. The other in-between phases where the moon builds or lessens
in its complete round appearance are called the waxing and the waning
crescents and gibbous's. Due to calendars and time not being
perfectly cycled with astronomical events of those celestial orbiting
bodies in tandem with us here on the Earth-Planet, there are some
times where those four in-between lunar phases have 5 days, 6 days,
and 7 days, and so I carefully look on my calendar and count them out
before making my posted lunar calendar on my blogs. When there
appeared to be discrepancies from time to time, I figured that the
process of my re-population each month, may cause the problem,
because I may be CAPPING or pasting into new blogs, from older prior
blogs where the prior lunar calendar was on them. However, this has
happened again this month, and without that being a factor. The
ASTRAL GODS do play games with peeps like me. Peeps like me are peeps
who have established records for being 'GREAT AND FANTASTIC PACKMAN
BLOBS', IN THEIR ASTRAL REALITY SHOW SYSTEM of a fucking sort,
and it truly is as simple as that, Sir John Colorado Henningsen, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
LIGHTNING
was wonderful to me this morning, but I still totally believe that my
leaving the computer somehow still connected while asleep all night,
to the interconnected networking system (internet) and the
BLOGGER-WEBSITE, along with Lightning
Goddess Diana
being really close to me, actually caused the TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT
'TSE' leading to that wild horrendous and monstrously fiendish
nightmare that was straight
out of damned DOGTOWN!!!!!!!
I've
come
a long way
since 1979's
Haunted-Hulk Man
at the RPL!!!
The
great Albert Einstein knew that there was an eerie connectiveness to
all dots just the same way that Sir MOUNTAINPEN knows it. He called
the matter, “Spooky
forces”,
perhaps not the most professional or scientific terminology, but yo
folks and yes Mike Sucks, folksingers toothpaste TOO, it GOT THE DAMN
JOB DONE!!!!!!!!!!! To peeps without a single solitary fucking
dogshit clue to what is truly laying behind these cosmic OZ-CURTAINS,
it is forces and they do seem to be extremely SPOOKY, just as the
great man of total genius said it was!!!!!!!!!!!!! For any doubter
out here to what I am telling you here, simply go and Google this
information up for yourselves, yo BRO!!!!!!! When
I played roulette in the great illustrious Atlantic City casinos in
No Joysey;
I
came to learn many things about these incredible and
Marcucci-Mind-Blowing “SPOOKY-FAWCES”, sir A.I.
Yessir, I began to see unmistakable evidence to many off the fucking
wall and quintessentially bizarre things that pertained to how I
began to play my Roulette games. Just how in the name of the fucking
teasing Astral-Gods of the great Catholic Purgatory, can people go
to a wheel in a gaming house, and if they do something in particular
such as observing over time, the numbers that come out when they are
standing near the wheels that make those outcome numbers a physical
world reality; actually DOES IN FACT cause the so-called forward
progression of newer outcomes in the space-time continuum, get
effected far beyond the otherwise normally occurring 1:38 chance for
any and all of those 38 numbers on the Roulette wheel to all come out
in long running play time, in that perfect order? WHY? SPOOKY
FAWCES of the Quantum Reality,
that are all built into the sub-atomic realms of the dynamic quantum
energies, that
truly first exist, and all are in some wild programmed energetic
structure 'back
before'
even though to the perspective of them there, there
is no back before,
the big bang ever happened.
This may not be within the grasp of 99+% of any random readers of
blogs, but take this information to any top think tank, and to any
top professor of high mathematics, or to any Astrophysics
Departments, and they will tell you that the Mountainpen is not a
crack pot making up delusional shit, and they may want to even begin
research in many things. I knew a great math-professor who is now
deceased from the University of Pennsylvania back a quarter century
ago, Professor Deturch as it is sounded, but was told since that this
was not how his name was spelled, by a professor at the FIU, down in
Miami, FLUSAESMWG; and this dude wanted to research my
parallel event concepts
and even told me that “I had absolutely developed a brand new
mathematical discipline”. This
is by no means a TRUMP-BRAG, but unlike TRUMP, my shit and my deals
are totally real and true,
and I would never think of lying and screwing up my reputation when
all anyone ever needs to do is a full in depth research on these
things and on me, and verify it all for themselves right down to the
limits of their goddamn heart's desire!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else is true
and totally misunderstood in present cave-days dinosaur society, is
the way that dots always connect, especially in a negative pattern,
such as when shit is extremely bad for me, this is when I get endless
mother fucking attacks of things I absolutely detest, deplore, abhor,
and cringe at in an epitomized and unspeakable way
that causes my very spirit or essence to wish it could trade places
with a non-existor. I speak of being fucking cunt struck right as I
was ending the previous writing, with ANOTHER
ASSAULT FROM MIZZ DIRTBAG JANE Crapinherpants Sleazeweedsdisease
Notfondauonebit,
since it is really 12:12 but as I've told you all, the clock cannot
be reset to DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME on this fucked up cum-puke-her
system. You can do it but within a minute or an hour or whatever, it
just switches right back again to the endless year round STANDARD
TIME, so at 12:12, my
fucking cunt monitor screen of course is going to read out
ELEVEN-ELEVEN with four nasty horrific mother fucking ONES,
so here is my cunt-phlegm-rape-shun or me' ol' COMPENSATION for that
right now, yo!!!!!!!!
555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
It
is now about a third hour past seven of the clock now, and
it has rained all day long today
and has been quite rainy off and on for some time now recently in
this town. I was awakened as I said earlier, to
lovely
beautiful Lightning
everywhere around me.
I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH MY ENDLESS LOVE GODDESS
DIANA.
PLEASE
DON'T EVER GO AWAY AND LEAVE YOUR LITTLE BOY.
WOW, I was wondering
why me' cum-puke-her was acting up
when I started to use it, and
now I know.
That annoying scan scam built in thing was running, and then it goes
onto display other screens that then come up, for buying expensive
software that supposedly corrects all the problems that I am having,
such as operations not running smoothly due to viruses and hacks and
other such destructive items done to personal computers, as well as
larger computing systems of the industrial world. I
have no money to purchase these expensive programs to clean and rid
me of these things,
and as they happen, I just have to keep dealing with the messes and
bullshit that it fucking causes for me, yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
Well,
the world should be able to breathe a tiny bit easier, despite that
horrible damn Global Pandemic or the CVGP as I've shortened this
nightmare label into on my blogs. That has not gone away by any
stretch, and neither has a 20-25 percent American Unemployment Rate
(AUR) as I call it. Also neither has the totally destroyed small-mans
economy. Peeps never stop worrying about the big boys, and it is such
a fucking endless laugh on the ignorant. They can never lose because
they're the goddamn OWNER-CONTROLLERS of everything.
They simply ARE NOT GOING TO ALLOW themselves to ever lose. Nothing
is happening in a learn-from-history sort of way. I tried telling
that to asshole fucking Mike Patterson, who was pretty damn
intelligent; but he refused to even try to grasp or entertain how the
so-called system of CHECKS
AND BALANCES
won't work today in these present political American times, in any
way similar to the way that it worked back in the days of Richard
Milhouse Nixon. Back then the Republicans wouldn't think or dream of
acting with AN ALL PARTY LINE ATTITUDE the way they are doing now,
not in a million mother fucking years. The whole entire system of
'then and now', simply has ABSOLUTELY NO COMPARATIVE features. This
is why Trump the criminal insane monster was not 'successfully
impeached' by a removal from office, some time back; when all sane
minds know fully well that this should have happened after the
horrendous incident that pertained to Ukraine. As if each thing has
not been bad enough, right down to the most present quintessentially
vulgar stunt that this mind bending non-Marcucci total 'subskummite'
did yesterday, Tuesday June the 2nd
in WASH YOUR HANDS WASHINGTON, DC, 13-600, with dispersing a peaceful
demonstrating group of protesters, so that he could prove he wasn't
truly the little crybaby coward that his Cuzz-Mark Mountain had just
called him on his blogs, and boastfully walked outside of his W.H.
gate, and down the way to that historic great church, holding
SSJKK's
great Holy Words
in his hand, and basicly mocking the Almighty by his very actions.
This man is literally so far beyond just an epitomized power hungry
demon monster, that I could literally type out more unpleasant words
and labels for an hour, and it would all be just a total waste of
time, since no
groups of verbiage terms would ever have a glimmering hope of
properly describing
this
low class, 'novo-riche', vulgar, whacked out sicko, PHASE-4-ENTITY;
who on the Astral-Plane,
is literally the MASTER-CONTROLLER
of the BRIGGBASE
of the Olympian Province. Yes, this is a totally despicable and
horrendous locale, that of course is just
one of countless condition-interactions of the great Purgatory,
but it is something that if any human being should ever happen to
somehow visit in their sleep, by dream or soul travel, and then
awaken with even the smallest memories of any of it by some human
rationale; that
person would go onto have a VERY VERY BAD ASS DAY,
and possibly be life-altered as a result of witnessing and
experiencing it, and THAT, IPY all, oh wonderful
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will say that all four police
officers involved in the death and murder of poor Mister George
Floyd, did not have one of their better days either today, June 3rd.
Minnesota
prosecutors not only changed that silly manslaughter charge to M2,
but the other three partner officers were charged as being complicit
in the same crime, and in Minnesota law, that is about the strictest
state in this union for being accomplices to felony criminal
activity. So at least some damn ass justice was done and maybe the
people may just shortly relax a little bit. Maybe there is a small
glimmering hope for the goddamn United States. And another thing. I
doubt that my distant cousin Donald the President is hated by anyone
more than me, but I will still remind any and all semi-rationally
thinking peeps out here that
we cannot just look at TRUMP ONLY,
when we see all of this horrible shit. Trump had to come from
somewhere, and I mean EARTHLY as this is not an Astral-Plane
discussion right now. This BASE of his, literally Earthly dot
connected, and by
no means coincidental with BRIGGBASE, where he is MC there;
but yes, this
'very large minority' of extremely dangerous people,
needed a leader, and simultaneously, Trump needed a group of powerful
and agreeing 'subjects' for his future dynasty, Kingship, and control
and dominance. This was the invisible match made in heaven deal that
has seemingly gone right smack dab over the heads of nearly one
hundred percent of the American populous for crying out fucking
louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to get OUT AND
VOTE-VOTE-VOTE-VOTE-VOTE; AND NO SIR, NOT
FOR ANY OF THOSE REPUBLICAN MONSTERS WHO ARE THERE TO DO ONLY ONE
THING, AND THAT IS SUPPORT DONALD TRUMP, AND HIS EVIL WHITE-POWER
AGENDAS,
from his mighty fortress, the WHITE
HOUSE!!!!
So, now
just how DOESN'T the great ASTRAL
VIQUEEN
fit into all of this PHASE-4-ENTITY, and his dominance and control,
or wannabe D&C over all of the poor innocent frail little 'losers
and lightweight shits',
as he has called the rest of us for five years now, since he threw
his hat into the ring in middle 2015????????????????????
The most obvious thing in all of this is having
me completely MIND CONTROLLED IN EARLY 1994,
while residing at Mizz
Patricia Meeker's rental home
on route 561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG; and while I was transcribing
my book of so-called goddamn fiction, that
really WAS NOT,
“TPB”, and getting me to supposedly create or MAKE UP a
character, by the name of what other than
“JULIA WHITE”,
for CRISSAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
LOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
back to the all-dots-endlessly-connecting
deal or really the JRSS.
If nothing else, think of one as the heads
side
of a coin and the other as the tails
side
of that same coin. I randomly chose to scroll into my OPEN-OFFICE
files and cut and paste or (CAP) into my CHAPTER
6 blog,
the old blog of CHAPTER
# 125,
of the BLOG BOOK called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”,
or for short, I reduced it merely to “gtnotg”!
Here we instantly see the greatest NON-MARCUCCI MIND BLOW SO FAR IN
ALL OF FUCKING MORIANITY, at least IMHO!!!!!! I pasted in an area of
the “OTHER” non-Harrah ELECTION YEAR, you know folks, 2016, the
one that precedes this one in the present times of the 2020 year of
total HELLISHNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But examine carefully all the shit
that I said, and then just look the fuck around you at the world
right now. As I said regarding me' own damn daughter 'Merry' whom the
world knows as another name, are these things intentional, and if
they are then they are, to quote Merry's distant cuzz Dawn-Marie, but
if naut Mizz AT&T BLAKE of 1983, well, now we have to admit
either one of two possibilities here. Either Mountainpen and his wise
words of the (JRSS) are behind these inconceivable OZ-CURTAINS, or
else for no good reason that pertains to any possible discernable
rational reason or logic, all of these persons of great power and
wealth and celebrity have just chosen me to connect up into and then
do all of this for all of these many many years and even decades of
time? Hey, it has to be one or the mother fucking other, folksingers,
and Microsucks FOLKS TOOthpaste TOO, yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEE!!!!!
THE
END
AND STINKING
TO DGTN.
'BEEGEE'!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ETERNITY KEEPS GOING>>>
Monday, June 16, 2008
short blog #10
SHORT
BLOG 10
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:
Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in '97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya”. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:
Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in '97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya”. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.
LONGER
BLOG #10
ALSO
KNOWN AS (AKA)
JEWELLY
WHITE'S 4 DPEP
CHAPTER
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I
know that several other things were on that vanished-Chapter-6 that
have not yet been re-blogged and restored into Morianity, and this
chapter will attempt to complete this task along with adding some
great updated and newer cow crap to boot!!!!!!!!!!
Before
even trying to open up into how all things connect so incredibly, and
also into all
great houses of WHITE with all great trash companies as
well as VIQUEENS, or especially the Top-Lieutenant
Viqueen, as we would sort of identify with ranks of
military operations here on this human realm of physical life. I of
course speak here of the lovely sixteen year old JEWELLY,
or “The Permission Barrier's” incredible
character, 'JULIA WHITE'.
When I did guard duty as both a private-guard, as well as the Site
Sergeant later on a ways, who was also the site-rover, who went
around checking on various guard posts at this Tulleytown Landfill
Dump in Pennsylvania-USA; I also had a regular place that was always
to be checked and secured that was situated right on the main road
that went all around and into the adjoining twin landfill, as there
were two. One was actually in Tulleytown while the other one was one
or two miles away on the very same huge property, and if memory is
serving me, was situated at the gate called, “POST 120”. If I am
in error, then that post was the Main Gate, down the ways some, but
whether I have them reversed in my mind or not, one of those
gate-posts was indeed (Post 120), as in
12---0, never escaping that powerfully
magical BIBLICAL HOLY NUMBER OF '12',
which is my point. My other point is that the main headquarters was a
house structure also situated on the main road, all owned by the
Florida Maroony family bought 'AUTO NATION'
old capitalist swine bag, owner of WASTE MANAGEMENT (WM). Anyone in
the far southern parts of the state of RED-FLORIDA
knows to this very day about AUTO NATION
and their obsession with the PINK GODDESS;
only you only know about their obsession with the color of PINK! But
way beyond 'thissssssss', oh lovely Erica
Snakes Lucci Kane mah'm, is the fact that this WHITE
HOUSE, owned by the WM peeps, was actually called, at
least when I was working there in 2002; the “WHITE
HOUSE”. But there is a million tons or more of other
incredible dots that all connect together in TRASH and WASTE, as well
as the recently purchased by the waste kings (WM) company known as
CIFALOGLIO, also into the very same thing, but when I worked there
shortly after leaving the WM DUMP, it was not yet purchased by WM and
Cifaloglio was just Cifaloglio. Earlier blogs some time back showed
how in 2011 shortly after I had left Cifaloglio and New Jersey at the
end of 2009, this buy out happened. All of the peeps employed in the
entire Hammonton (Blueberry Capitol of the world), are just about
comprised of South American 'ILLEGALS'. The entire Atlantic County
Law Enforcement System is totally aware of this truth, and has no
plans to ever enforce national regulations or stopping it, as it
would wipe out the berry business. But these same South American
immigrants who have illegally migrated into BERRYVILLE, are all a
part of peeps who had been placed directly into the realm of what
Morianity has called and still does, “a PLAYFIELD”. This is an
actual ASTRAL-PLANE arena of a sort that has managed to work its way
out into the physical and tangible reality of human life on this
PHYSICAL-PLANE of COSMOS, our universe around us if you will. They
were all part of marrying into the KING FAMILY, and also, had been
placed at Cifaloglio, to open up my eyes to the hugest 500,000,000
dollar Inductotherm secret of the metaverse, and that being, the
inconceivable and beyond surreal, totally mind boggling and
unfathomable 1980 MILLIE VANILLIE LIP-SYNCH done to me on May 1,
1980, at the Maxfield Recording Studios of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG,
owned by Proprietor Mister Jan Nace, who left NO JOYSEY shortly after
all of this had been PLAYFIELD ACCOMPLISHED, to become a “California
Stockbroker”, or so I was told by an extremely reliable
source!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
also lost was an entire diatribe about climate change, how I was
totally wrong and finally pulled a DONNA
GAINES SUMMER and reevaluated a
lot of my preconceived notions on the entire Global
Warming topic, as I too was what the Democrats would have
called, a warming-climate-denier or WCD, and I was a real staunch
dues paying member of the club, BUT NO MORE. I went into great detail
about how as a boy living in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, I observed a large
and totally unmistakable alteration in the way the autumn foliage was
happening. I speak of how the leaves began to drop off of the trees
and alter their color, later and later and later, after somewhere in
the last year of the nineteen-sixties somewhere, and this altered
over about a half decade of time and it never cycled back. I also
told about how the great Gulf Stream which is a large river that runs
right inside of the Atlantic Ocean and right off of the east coast
of America and was right practically in my own back yard, was the
main cause of this event, and how it had moved just a short ways off
from where it always had been situated for centuries, and how this
was indeed making a lot of news and was topic of conversation for
many people everywhere at the time when it was all going down in real
time. I won't be retyping that entire story in detail on this blog,
but will be rehashing the general idea of it as more blogs indeed
follow, as well as of course, tie the great JEWELLY
VIQUEEN WHITE directly into this matter in an absolutely
unmistakable way, yo!!!!!!!!!! Also I know that I discussed the
greatest DOT CONNECTING 'JRSS' deal of them all, the mother load, and
the Holy Grail if you will, all combined, of it all. That being, none
other than how anyone at any time can TUNE INTO the effect of dot
connectiveness realty, or DCR for short, by simply performing a
century or more old now trick, done by the great Christians of the
world with their great HOLY BIBLE! Those
who think that only the BIBLE however, will work in that way, simply
are ignoring the powerful truths of just how 'GOD
IF YOU WILL' created this cosmic expansion that surrounds us
all, and I don't mean outer space, but EVERYTHING at the very
center-point of our ISNESS OF BEING that goes onto extend outwardly
beyond it, so yes, including the expansion of outer space but in no
way at all beginning at the final upper layers of the planet's
atmosphere. It starts RIGHT AT OUR ISNESS OF BEING, an invisible zero
dimensional reality or as religious folks use the very misunderstood
terminology and word of, “SOUL”! All I ever have to do is scroll
at random, into my Open-Office document files, and randomly and
quickly into anything, open up the file and blog, and then scroll
down to anywhere, or even if the 'spirit moves me', cut and paste
'CAP' the entire blog. On the vanished CHAPTER-6, I was talking about
some really incredible shit, and then I told how I happened to just
pick and choose CHAPTER 128 of the BLOG-BOOK
called, GTNOTG, and these initials are of course an
abbreviation for the title words of, “Guess
The Name Of The Guests”. I will never perfectly
reconstruct the way it originally was, but I have to believe that the
factions on my side of the army, will use that horrible
weekend disaster and SNAFU, as the
word goes in military circles, at least according to my
NAVAL-FATHER in the WWll
days; will all mysteriously and JRSS magically be turned
around for good in the very long running play of total material world
eventualities. Hey yo, even if my super great
and ultra talented daughter did not do a whole lot of things
during the past quarter century of human world time now that was
intentional in all of this beyond wild junk; then
it was all done as a result of the RANDOM-SCROLL effect, and THAT is
all I'm really trying to convey here in all of this! I mean,
come on lovely BIG O, and
COMMERCE-TD-BANK; I still have my checks
from those Berryville trailer park days, and printed right on them
was my address and NON-CALLIO phone number,
in fact, the only numbers that are 'NAUT' on them, were GAWKY
GAUKAUK'S BOXED NUMBERS; am I correct here, oh wonderful
New York State Governor Quomo, sir?
How I have enjoyed watching his weekend
governor news conferences on the great and awesome Cable Network News
(CNN). It really does a lot to hear voices of reason, during
these times of unfathomable calamity, and sociological
upheaval!!!!!!!!! No I am not speaking of the CALLIO NUMBER or the
great FLATLINERS MOVIE, or what happened to that awesome Mister
Kevin Bacon in the great show right before the subway
train went down into the Chicago tunnels, or goose drinking any Jesus
juices, but I am speaking of MY telephone number! You see people, I
AM INDEED A PACK RAT, as I've learned to never dispose
of things because they always come in very fucking handy sooner or
later in my totally monstrous horrendous nightmare messed up life,
that is caused by Jim Burr's 'magically somehow known', FAMILY
CURSE that CUZZ DONNIE used to
call many decades ago, the MASON CURSE,
and that I've since changed into its true and accurate description,
the ***HUNTINGTON CURSE***!!!!!!!
Sir John Henningsen of Colorado said it only too goddamn well, “It's
just that simple, Mark”!
I
was worried when I woke up on Sunday the final and 31st
day of May, that I would have some serious problems
and issues, due to an extremely vivid nightmare where I was with my
Long Island
cousins
'Scott' and 'Christopher', who I've not
seen since I was eighteen years old in the end of 1972. This was when
they were age four, and age eleven; up in Babylon, New York; and then
later on in other surrounding villages of the great Woodie Guthrie's
Long Island as well when Aunt Ruth took me on a road trip!!!!!!!!
Ruth Huntington, my mother's first cousin straight up as she was one
of her mom's sisters daughter's or something along these lines, had
married a German immigrant in New York City. He had gone into the
banking business as a young lad and had been successfully vetted by
the FBI and other national systems as this was indeed the war times,
and Germany was not exactly our friend back then. Aunt Ruth was a
Librarian in the city, and they met there, shortly married and moved
into the Ammityville, New york area, also up on the great island.
Supposedly she died in 1977 from a 'flu shot' but I have heard in
more recent times that this had to be another
HUNTINGTON CLOSETED SECRET,
and perhaps there was some dirty shenanigan's going on, because
peeps don't die from flu shots, not ever. Sort
of like another gas left on and everyone died in their sleep
fairytale until family peeps were old enough to learn about the
Massachusetts massacre. In any case, her hubby who was
an extremely successful banking executive and one of the top
executives of those days and times in the entire banking circle,
managing to make it to Senior Vice President
of the WORLD'S SECOND LARGEST BANK AT THE TIME, CHEMICAL
NATIONAL, and he retired early in the nineteen-eighties. But
shortly after my Aunt Ruth, 'and his wife', died of that supposed
FLU-SHOT, he remarried; and the records on the present internet, seem
to only reflect his newer wife, and forgotten
completely about his first and original wife that for all I
know, maybe he murdered and got away with it, as murders, and incest,
and suicide, and lots of fucking mental illness IS
ALL THROUGHOUT THIS GODDAMN GREAT HUNTINGTON CLAN, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!Now in this wild ass nightmare that I popped out of, at
just past noon back last fucking cunt Sunday, peeps; I was with my
two third cousins twice removed, named Christopher and Scott, and I
pretty much remember some familiar scenery of being in the Babylon,
New York area right near the home owned by my Uncle Heinz Gottwald
and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, at 175 Peninsula Drive across from
a very exclusive and snooty yacht club on the bay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What
made the nightmare were things spoken to me by these New York
cousins, whom I only knew and remembered as children, and when I
still was into my late teens, in the Christmas holiday season of the
year of 1972, while their with my mom on a family-visit. MY
SPACE-BAR-HACK IS ACTING UP AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Gee, I
wonder why, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRR????? On this blog today, I won't be
getting into all of it and I most likely will be later on as June
progresses, but for right now, I need to tell you that they were
telling me that my blogs were causing major problems around the world
and that my death and murder was being planned by the powerful people
spoken of by an old realtor pal of mine from 1988, Sir Scott Ransom
of the 'Todd'
Realty, and NAUT COLLINSPORT
ANTIQUE BREATHERS LEVIATHANS SHOP, with wild 'occult-hippie',
Sir Jabez Hawks!!!!!!!!!! Then
after coming out of this nightmare which you don't have all of the
parts to yet people; one hour later, kaboom, my world came crashing
mother fucking in, as you all do know about in full elaborated
fucking detail! OH Sir Barnabas Collins, and
naut Johnny Depp; “IS
IT TIME”????????????????????????? Yessir Governor Quomo, if
lovely Amy Madigan will allow me to
quote her from that marvelous 1988 FOD-MOVIE, you are a lot like the
great sixties author, TM, you know, “A voice
of reason in all of this madness”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 128
THIS
DEATH SIEGE ON ME IS OFF THE SCALES, SHERIFF MASCARA. ANYONE WHO
LIKES TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS TO POST TO YOUTUBDE AND OTHER PLACES, OF
GIANT POISONOUS CHEMTRAILS; JUST COME TO FORT
PIERCE FLORIDA, AROUND ORANGE AND SEVENTH AVENUES, RIGHT NOW,
TODAY; THIS FUCKING CUNT SECOND DAY IN MARCH OF
2016. THIS IS THE WORST DEATH SIEGE I HAVE BEEN UNDER IN
DECADES, AND MY DEATH IS AT HAND. I CAN HARDLY BREATHE AND I WILL
MOST LIKELY BE DEAD THANKS TO SHERIFF MASCARA'S REFUSAL TO TAKE THIS
SERIOUSLY, AND MAKE THE SLIGHTEST ATTEMPT TO RENDER ASSISTENCE TO A
CITIZEN OF HIS COUNTY!
Donald
Trump
is pure magic, and he does not really live here, only his body and
seeming life. Ever since he decided to run for cunt chewing fucking
president last June, this all started going off the scale, even
mother fucking worse than back in 1986 when it began, which was more
than monster ass fucking bad enough. His
real name in a parallel universe
where I speak to him often is Shorty
MacInvondi.
When he becomes our next top dog, the end of us all is at hand, and
anyone who was alive in the old days around my age and ever read a
mother fucking goddamn bible, knows this is total truth, and he has
me out of my mind, and so yes, my language is going to be quite
fucking cunt lapping atrocious.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 127
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
This
is murder, murder, murder. I have been tormented and tortured by
these New York and New Jersey enemies for thirty solid fucking cunt
ass years, and there is no way that my aging frail pathetic wimpy
body can stand too much more of this, and I accuse the county I live
in after I am dead, of permitting my murder to take place, forcing my
life to be cut short through this never ending torment and torture.
This is an official mother fucking dying utterance and dying
declaration.
You
know 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years ago when people doubted my problems with
my cousin, that was one thing. Now that they all see the monster that
he truly is and that my claims are all real, they still live under a
mother fucking total trance as if he is able to perform mass hypnosis
on the whole fucking shit eating world. Then I am still doubted. How
can I win? I have been up front and honest from the start of it all,
just as I now tell you I am getting another mother fucking freeze up
on this machine at 7:11. Ladder 15 deactivated the alarm eleven
minutes ago but this siege on me will be major and last and last,
unless my cunt chewing sheriff decides to assist me before it is too
goddamn fucking late and he has my murder on his hands later on
today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1)
HEY WORLD, I have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2)
HEY WORLD, I have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WHO WANTS TO MAKE IT THREE, ANDFOUR, AND FIVE, AND SO ON?
HOW
ABOUT MIZZ VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE?
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT
I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!
Nothing
ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants
all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked
24-7-365.242199, and you won't lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to
aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these
rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit
there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at
all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing
ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever
changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes
Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff!!!!!!!!!
HEY
LOVELY VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE, HACKERS HAVE SCREWED UP ALL OF ME'
GREAT PHOTOS!
This
is a blog paste page, for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT
COM. If you wish to read me at this site, with great quality and
better photos and more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just
use my link please, and come to BLOGGER.
Thank
you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will
never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?
YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A
HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL
CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY
HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE
WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.
This
evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or
situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up
towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the
torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR,
YO YO YO!!!
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No
Detective Green sir;
they
didn't want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE.
We know what's being said, sir, and you're one hell of a cool dude,
YO!!! Well it's time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and
get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over
me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over,
and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking
eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all
know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.
There
will be a lot of mother fucking dirt bag capitalist pigs and their
families, mysteriously killed by Magnesonic. You'll all be very very
mother fucking sorry for murdering me and destroying my entire mother
fucking dick licking ass life, YO!!!!! How
about those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC? Bill
said, ''Mark, you spit in the guy's cereal''. I said, ''What Bill, I
didn't do anything''? He then said to me, ''Oh yes you did, he saw
you writing that report''. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting
myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF Lewis's will come over with
DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up and tell me I don't like them.
You know what, maybe I don't like all these folks so much, but I wish
them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of
here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! MURDER
IS AGAINST THE LAW. EXECUTION FOR MURDERERS IS NOT!!!!!
Para-llel
universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015,
Paula,
Patricia,
and more (PA)
stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS
data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We
can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
topic of ESS
(Exploratronic
Supermind
Society)
is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
PARALLEL
UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:
PRISH-----someone
who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no
sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's
a real prish.
There
is nothing fucking prishy about my nightmare or my horrible fucking
enemies from hell.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 126
THE
BEGINNING:
I
am a very strong believer in certain bible verses being more than
just very important to know off the top of ones head, but literally
burned and etched into the very essence or (spirit) of each one of
us. Right now the one that I am concerned with is seeking and
finding, knocking on doors so they'll be opened, etcetera. I more
than most know how powerful this is, and many might disagree with my
thoughts and beliefs, and that's fine and well, as I am totally for
freedom, 100%. A lot of people think this bible verse is some weird
supernatural commandment whereby if we wish to have wisdom in general
or on one particular matter at any given present point, we pray and
read bible scripture and watch for the major events surrounding our
lives and so forth. That is all fine and well, but using only big
things is a lot like major record labels in the music business,
verses all of the independent music, and undiscovered music,
throughout decades of time. Hey, again you can disagree with me, but
I say bullshit, when it comes to the music idea; so why would this
thing with looking for wisdom and then finding it only through the
most ''MAJOR'' events around us, to be the
ultimate key?
I
look at the smaller items every bit as much as some of the larger
ones, when I seek guidance on many things. Besides running to
mystical magical large black panther cats and their numerological
wisdom, I also believe that every single thing around you, once you
question anything, is automatically signaled by way of lawtronic
built in programs of a sort, to show and reveal answers. If someone
has access to a lot of people and places, and their lives are filled
with busy interactiveness with numerous other folks; this is one
thing. When others such as myself, in poor health, are more or less
shut ins with very little outside interaction, then other things come
into play which substitute those other things, such as what we may
see and hear on the television, or radio, or internet, or what have
you. I am going to connect that with what I now tell you, and by
''you'', I mean basically me someday down the line when I retrieve
this information. I know there is no legitimate viewing audience, and
those few who do read me are all just assholes and enemies. So this
blog is for the most part, Mister Chris Bennett and Mister Ed Lynch,
merely my own detailed memories for my own later reflections!
Even
before I left the Cooley Hall and school at age eighteen years and
two months, I was being very carefully watched and monitored by some
sort of force or group or whatever it may be, that are also
encountered by those who attempt to get to the bottom of various
paranormal or extraterrestrial related things. Some call them MIBS
for men in black with sun shades over their eyes, and there are other
names from UFOCI'S (Club Infiltrators) and I have heard a laundry
list of other names that need not be included right now on this blog
text. Even as a boy in Atlantic City, I was always being targeted by
them, and today these people have somehow merged with the
entertainment world, the high end military forces, and the
billionaires and other financial-economic controllers of global
society. When the death-siege persecution on me all seemingly began
happening, or when things really got started on me, where anyone
keeping a dairy or a chart system would unmistakably see this truth
reflected back, as an undeniable reality, which occurred on August
15, 1986; these listed entities, were those that
seemed mostly connected directly, with the attempt to totally wipe me
out, and destroy me, in some super stealthy
black operation and covert devious manner; like
a wild sick demented group, and legion of demons sent against me,
straight from hell. However I look at all of this, certain
constants and certain truths always remain. One of these truths is
that this power on and against me can be accurately measured, and it
is real, and I am not crazy, nor am I imagining any of this. Others
too have witnessed it, and run for cover, never looking back, and
this of course has led to the entire world either on one side causing
this to all happen against me, while the other side, endlessly runs
far away and distances themselves from me forever. I will tell you
now as I have told you before, or really me. This is coming now from
the National Broadcasting Company,
the Comcast Corporation,
and Donald J. Trump, who
of course is all intertwined throughout those two entities. Still,
this three sided sword has literally sliced my entire life apart
since the nineteen seventies turned into the eighties and the
nineties, and has then progressed onward right up and through present
times of 2016. Now things are reaching an absolute ultimate
crescendo. If I could have had my blog work out the way Chris and Ed
had told me it should, I may have been able to come out of this. But
of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new
god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google,
Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any
chance at all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me
all the time. It always boils down to the ultimate reality of the
great card game that most children have learned and played, called
WAR. There are spins that even great NASCAR
drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made
sure to place me into one of them, right
after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of
Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985.
From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood
sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape. This
is why I do not believe in any way, in any kind
of a father god who is loving or caring. I believe this is the
biggest hoax ever fucking perpetrated on humanity.
YOU'D
BE ASKING TOO MUCH OF ME, YO!!!
I
CANNOT DISBELIEVE WHAT DECADES HAVE
PROVEN OUT!!!
Naturally,
their evil stock market is flying up. It will fly up to 30,000 points
before election day. Everyone is not a fool or stupid. The reason
people vote the way they do is because they have an active T3E inside
of them and controlling them, and soon when it is all over, and I
mean ALL OVER; they will be themselves again, only the voting they do
will not be erasable. The Milituforce will now run this entire
planet, and I will have the last laugh after death as I did try and
warn people, and they just laughed at me all the way.
EVEN
'RUSSIAN MC'ERS' CAN'T
HACK MY MIND!
SOOOOOOOOO,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 125
There
are so many surreal ongoing events all over the place, that if I were
to even think about attempting to list them or get into this, I would
be defeating the very purpose of not wasting time and energy on
absolutely futile endeavors. I am going to very carefully say things
that many must be thinking, and then move along in a few quick other
areas. Morianity told things when it began, and maybe not in the
order that Egg Harbor City resident Mizz Know-It-All Terry would have
liked, but instead, in a cosmic way that is way more appropriate.
Attempting to do Morianity in some chronological order equals
quintessential absurdity squared, so turn that into a math formula,
Mister al Einstein. I am getting some weird hacking that I am not yet
sure of so I am not going to discuss it unless it persists, FCC
Ex-Director-Chairman Robert McDowell and ex-buddy from 1972, at the
great Cooley wormhole Hall, of Haddonfield, NJ, USA, ESMWG.
Oh
gash gee wiz golly willagars darn it; surreal with a capital 'S'
would not begin to describe how the ESS can control major events in
individual reality worlds. A quick movement into sports players, or a
semi prolonged movement into voters, and you know what, I am really
darn butt eating tired of trying to explain things to a totally wacky
world of folks who think that they are so smart, and despite
seeing how stuff around us simply makes no sense and could not
possibly be happening, without the explanation of the ESS, yet
still ignore me, the one person with the honest true answers to all
of it; goes so far beyond amazing and unfathomable that you could
measure this distance in galaxies. To quote Mike McNulty from 1971 in
Exton, PA, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!
I
did everything within my limited resources and powers to type in
things like the pasted in item below for years and years, and got
nowhere with any of you. Now you wonder why and just how things can
possibly be this screwy all over the planet, and the answer still is
the ESS.
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
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I
went out for some Chinese food today and there was a very spurious
asshole around on one of those battery exploding motorized stand
boards we all see advertised recently. He was up on my floor going
back and forth in the hallway and then when I went to get into my
vehicle, he popped up right next to me and had followed me outside.
He most likely is another friend of James and Family and these
illegal garbage suckers that can do anything they please, and get
away with it, while I on the other hand am not allowed to suck on a
lollypop to aid my glandular condition, here in Fort Dictatorship
Pierce, Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Run For The Roses
FEBRUARY
28, 2016,
SUNDAY
NIGHT AT 8:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 53 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-70/L-44).
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 53 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 2, WITH GUSTS TO 17.
NO
RAINFALL, AND PREDICTED LOW IS 55.
Part
of this new hack is some weird crap where after I darn highlight an
area for making a change to it, half a second later the area
highlighted is altered to a nearby area, many times one line away,
and then if I don't catch it and forget about it and just make the
change, it of course comes out all screwed the heck up. Hackers if I
was king of this planet, would all be put to death by slow agonizing
torture, and that is no phony bologna statement, I mean every last
dog gone word of that, folks!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Hey
at least it aint Memorial Day in 1969, huh darling wonderful Misses
Marola?????????????????
Patty
Hollister told me many things over the phone in 1975, shortly after
she and her pal Santa North moved my mom and me from 015 Oakland
Avenue, Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of
Lindenwold, several miles to the southeast, back on March 1, 1975, 41
years ago. One of those things discussed in particular was about life
in general. I look back now and think that maybe that is why one of
the parameters of my life charts that I started around July of 1982
somewhere thereabout, was called the General-Life parameter. But a
much larger item that believe it or not all pertinent to this
conversation, was in Atlantic City on Tennessee Avenue, in a parallel
universe where Sarah was flinging cigars with her fingers and sending
them flying against the wall of the Endicott Hotel. In this parallel
universe, Robert McGuire had no bar on this street, and where this
bar and hotel was here in this universe where I type this blog, was
the New Jersey State Police, and their magical dispatcher Elvis
Presley. I know your son in law got ideas from me in 2009, so let's
not pretend none of this is real, huh voters of the great TRAVELING
DREAMS, without any pants!!! Oh you all got me all right, Patty.
Let's all meet at the gay-house next to the comic book stand, huh
Misses Bassler!!! I am so very disappointed in Hilary for not
believing what I told her. If she had listened she would have already
known all of these things that have gone down so far in this darn
election. Oh well, ''I tried''; George burns and Gracie
Allan!!!!!!!!!
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister;
and told me. You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
someone tries and tries Sir George, and no one listens, then you know
what? I
ain't gonna cry one darn tear for any of them.
We've all been doomed for a long time, and sooner or later it just
had to work its
way
into my conscious illusion, I suppose.
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
The
minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and
I both know, with or without being snowed in, just what went down all
around me. I thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on
the guy. If you want to do it all in secret, please be my guessed
guess, as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be
stopped or exposed, but I feel you and hubby know some little bit
about these top secret truths from Majestic Level TS-#12! Everything
we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free. But when I
called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this is how
the entire election has been rigged so far with everybody. No one
ever wants to know truths that are as horrible and monstrous as what
I know to be true.
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Last
night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is
very different. I wanted to control the trip, but found myself
powerless to do so, limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron. There are
many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a more than
one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3 from type-1 or type-2
exploratron. It is just easier for me to go around again and be on
that stinking rotten train and go into my next cycle. I feel that
each time I go through this, things are progressing worse and worse.
I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who appear to
be following me back each time, to convince me I am just a delusional
buttwipe kid. I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very
obvious reasons, and my Milituforce enemies may think they have
successfully crawled into my head and know, but I promise them that
they are not as darn smart as they may think they are.
Friday
and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous
leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it
was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so
myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will
watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under
inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to
me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!
ALL
CUT AND CUTE AND HACKED SAVANTS KNOW THAT THIS IS THE GOD DAM FUCKING
ENDocrinologists as well as THE
END!
As
of 11:45 PM, “TWC” Weather-Report is as follows for the town of
Fort Pierce, FL-USA:
SO
WHO “GIVES
TWO”
MOTHER FUCKING DAMN “SHITS”;
ME'
OL' PAL
FROM 'HTHS',
DAVE
SPEAS??????????????????
TEMPERATURE---
HEAT
INDEX---
HUMIDITY---
DEWPOINT---
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---
SKY
CONDITIONS---
WINDS---
VISIBILITY---
PREDICTIONS---
AIR
QUALITY---
Folks;
in attempting to reconstruct what was lost over the mother fucking
dick licking weekend, with my WORST WEEKEND DEATH SIEGE IN THE
HISTORY OF MY FLORIDA HELL-LIFE, ALL I CAN DO IS REMEMBER THE
BEST AS I CAN, THE THREE THINGS THAT I LAID
DOWN AS NEEDED FOUNDATIONS BEFORE TACKLING LARGER RELATED ISSUES
AS WELL AS LEARN FROM MISTAKES.
ALL BLOGS OF REAL SIGNIFICANCE, AND THIS ONE WAS ONE OF THOSE; I HAVE
A PIECE OF WHITE EIGHT AND A HALF BY ELEVEN INCH PAPER WITH SCRIBBLED
NOTES, FROM WHERE I THEN DO THE ACTUAL WRITING
OF THE BLOG, AND NORMALLY I KEEP THEM IN A 'HARD-WORLD
JUNK-FILE', HERE IN THE APARTMENT. BUT THIS TIME, AND FOR
THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING REASON; I TORE IT ALL UP INTO
SIXTEEN PIECES, AND THREW IT OUT WITH SUNDAY
MORNING'S TRASH. CHAPTER 6 IS GONE FOREVER, BUT I WILL DO MY
VERY BEST NOW, TO REDO THE MAJOR PARTS OF IT HERE, ON
THIS CHAPTER-9, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
The
three main topics that Jewelly
White the great Astral Viqueen all fits so perfectly
into and with, in all of this fifteen year project on the internet
called 'MORIANITY'; are, or can at least be boiled down, believe it
or naut Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake; into
three categories: My major 'fake speaks', that include the greatest
horror show of them all, where I am only talking aloud to myself, and
then two other times where my mother was involved, and was made privy
to the fact that the words that I was speaking to her were COMPLETELY
FAKE AND PHONY! Then there is the wild and absolutely magical JRSS
connection into WASTE AND TRASH, such as when I was placed as a
contract-security-guard, at both the Tulleytown Landfill DUMP owned
by the nationally well knows WM peeps (Waste Management), and then
later on by a totally different security company, the one and only
CIFALOGLIO, and how these two places of waste-dumps and trash and
recycling,all connect up into the ever connecting quantum reality
dots, of two two top recording artists of their day and times, Donna
Summer,
and Mariah
Carey, and baring further in mind how I was totally
set up one day by weird Mexican-Illegals, to literally not being able
to miss a magazine article that I know fully well was sitting at a
place where I would have to see while on my security rounds,
pertaining to the both of them, while working that day. Those same
illegals made me realize what I have since labeled, the TRUE
MILLIE VANILLIE deal, or however that nineties musical
group spelled their name, was behind those fantastic Oz-Curtains from
my past when indeed my non DELMO TUNES
had been lip-synched onto two of my four DEMO
TUNES back on May 1, 1980
at the great Maxfield Recording
Studio on Beidamin
Avenue, in Cherry
Hill, NJUSAESMWG! Funny too
how the only thing separating the word DEMO which is short for the
word 'DEMONSTRATION', and as in demonstration
records in the musical world, and the Christian name of
Delmo as in Henry Cifaloglio's son, is the “L”
letter, and this of course is the 12th
letter in the alphabet, and it has a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE'
meaning for myself, and has been discussed in my MORIANITY for the
entire nearly fifteen years of the INTERNET VERSION of it! Also lost
in Chapter 6 was the nearby Trenton, NJUSAESMWG Night Club where my
coworker at the Landfill Dump on the Pennsylvania side, Mister Kevin
Willis, stole my KATE SONG and then I shortly thereafter heard it
playing in Atlantic City on Atlantic Avenue at some record shop where
MY SONG down to the last bars and notes but with different lyrics,
was blaring out while I was slowing down for an oncoming red traffic
light, not all that far from the MAGICAL SIXTIES TENNESSEE AVENUE
area!!!!!!!!! I had left a cassette tape in the security officer
rover vehicle one day and when I came back into work on the following
day, Kevin Willis had heard the entire tape of many of my
demo-DELMO's, and he had many friends in that very large and MUSIC
INDUSTRY CONNECTED NIGHT CLUB, so the pieces all fit together in a
totally unarguable way, no matter who out here tries to insist that I
am just a lunatic paranoid psychotic person
with delusions of grandeur. So to quote the great Mister
Esolph and his wonderful 'fables' since none of this is any fable
whatsoever; “And that's THAT”!
If
it was naut for those ILLEGAL MEXICAN workers that night at
Cifaloglio's Transfer Station whose job it was to separate the
various types of collected and picked up junk-trash by the truck
driver employees there, I would have just marveled over the original
mysteriousness of that May 1, 1980 date when after my first night of
living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
I drove over to Maxfield to do the two DANCE
TUNES, 'Lost Love',
and 'The Morning Light', despite
the lying deceptive documented evidence shown on the United
States © Copyright Office's Music Copyright Registration Form,
which also by the way, the “THE” in
The Morning Light was removed from the title by them as well, as that
“THE” has major significance to all
of this wild and inconceivable true story. Here is the Registration
List for the two dance songs, as the two country songs had been done
on a long lunch break the night before while working at the RPL
Studio and driving over to Cherry Hill down the Route 38 highway:
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All four of these
demo tunes were sent down early in June on an open reel tape at 7 and
one half inches per second recording speed, and with one registration
form, yet after the BEEGEE MUSIC PEEPS ripped off the arrangement on
the “LOST LOVE” tune written by that talented great Musical
Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn; all of the records were changed so that
the WEALTHY OWNERS OF THINGS ARE ALWAYS PROTECTED, and by the way
people, I feel compelled to share another giant truth with all of
you. That VERY SAME cover up of
authorities and WORLD-OWNERS, is behind the exact same thing that is
present and ongoing right this second in middle 2020 with the mother
fucking MURDER OF POOR INNOCENT MISTER GEORGE FLOYD!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is absolutely no difference at all, and I am not trying to use
his tragedy or the tragic consequences being suffered by the African
American (AA) race in general to further prove my story here. I
merely tell you all, WHAT THE HONEST TO THE ASTRALGODS TRUTHS ABOUT
EVERYTHING REALLY IS!!!!! I speak these truths right here and now as
a relatively calm Caucasian Person who is not suffering that
particular type of oppression, BUTTERCHEESE
AND BIG ASS BUTT BUT HERE PEEPS, I
know exactly and I do mean precisely where any and all
oppressed and victimized folks ARE COMING FROM, and yes, I've BEEN
THERE and I've DONE THAT, as the old nineties expression
goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So please, I mean
absolutely NO DISRESPECT whatsoever,
when I pen these words here, and then draw this unmissable
nightmare correlation and conclusion, to these dual set of 'parallel
facts'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now concerning what
I call, the “FAKE SPEAKS” that were talked a lot more about in my
now lost forever, CHAPTER 6; all I can do is really try as hard as I
can to reconstruct what was a PERFECT OPENING OUTLINE for a laid down
foundation about those FAKE-SPEAKS done by me back in the
nineteen-eighties on several occasions, and then done once in early
2009 at the Cifaloglio job site, onto my
Taped-Life-Journal, in what I fully believe was my 'BUGGED-UP'
automobile, still driven to this
very day here in Florida, by me, the
pitiful pathetic Mister Huntington
Chosen Cursed
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There were the two times where I was by myself and then there were
the two times that I was with my mother, and I had previously just
slipped her a note to quietly read so that she would become privy to
what was about to go down in conversation between us, and she would
then 'play along with me' in an attempt
to really, and wildly, confuse the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES, and I fully believe that just about every single
try, TOTALLY WORKED, but I am smart enough now to realize that
they are too smart to ever again fall for any of my FUTURE FAKE OUTS,
so I only do the shit such as what I did on the internet a few years
back with the secret agent ALPHA DEEP 6 (AD-6)
when I am beyond desperate to try and achieve a
major needed result. IT
DIDN'T
FUCKING WORK
OUT, and it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with being too
Julia
to live in Connecticut; Mister McCoy, of the greatest
LAW SHOW EVER
TELEVISED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At
Cifaloglio, there was the most recent time in early 2009 when I faked
that Letty and the family and myself, were planning to go to Atlantic
City and do something that summer involving my daughter who is
Letty's 4th
cousin five times in-law removed, and Letty; and it was all fake,
only WAS IT???? TRUMP took it so
seriously that when indeed the
family did go down, and to HIS FUCKING PLAZA
CASINO HOTEL IN MIDTOWN, he went
beyond insane, and he zipped out of Manhattan on his great
souped up private whirlybird of his,
and then when he came to his hotel there while I was up in a room
that he had comped for ANN KING
and the family, he got so scared that he had his pilot fly around and
around the roof area of his hotel and did not land for more than HALF
AN HOUR. This all happened of course after the PLAZA
CASINO HOTEL SECURITY after seeing
Leticia Tilley and I at a Roulette
Table, then transmitted the video image,
and general information, to him at his TRUMP
TOWER BUILDING at #666 Devil Digit, in
Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG! Back at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station
several months earlier after I had learned from Ann that Trump comped
that room for her up near the roof and top floor, and that we all
were going to indeed be going down there at that particular date, I
decided to pull one of my HUUUUUUUGE FAKE-OUT fake-speaks onto
my Taped Life Journal, saying that I
was going to have Leticia Tilley and her cousin meet and shake hands
over at the Harrah's Casino, where also, I had learned from some very
reliable source at the time, my daughter would be performing there,
and that if my theory about Leticia being from an antimatter universe
was correct, those two identical parts, her and MC, would
cause the entire multiverse to do an ionic implosion, ending all
civilization in the entire cosmos instantaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was purely a big ass phony fake out, but DONALD
TRUMP took it absolutely seriously! He
may very well know a lot more than me, as back then, I was just
piecing many things together from the “REAL
GOOD GIRL” song done by me in
early August of 1986 after returning from Trump's stomping grounds of
MANHATTAN, NYUSAESMWG. Also, many other things were being put
together, and one of them was those wild “MEXICAN” illegals who
told me they heard MC playing in my car, and yes, I did have a
regular store bought cassette tape of one of her projects that I had
dubbed from a CD player on very cheap audio equipment since my own
good stuff was not connected up ever again once I had left Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park forever, in August of 2008, as all of my wild
blogs tell the incredible fucking story about, Sir Rod Serling.
Yessir; totally unbelievable,
but please world, to quote one of Rod's great characters here, “You
must BELIEVE”!!!! MEXICANS were
behind the 1986 wild transdimensional NON-ACID-TRIP
that altered my life FOREVER, they were
behind a dozen other gargantuan huge things as well, and most
recently, the invasion of my peaceful or semi-serenity, here at this
nightmare PATTY-HOLLISTER PH
Authority BUILDING called the “Park Terrace” of Fort
Pierce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mexicans head-on crashed into my SATURN CAR while I was residing at
the Williamstown HIGHVIEW Apartments, and the Hammonton Police TOOK
THEIR SIDE when it was them who did this to me for no reason
whatsoever, and FULFILLED A PERMISSION
BARRIER BOOK PROPHECY OF THE NIGHTMARE ACCIDENT IN HAMMONTON,
almost to the very same mother fucking TEE as the hospital nightmare,
where my mom was in a hospital, and I was visiting her, and
I was being given horrendous persecution by other patients and their
visitors, and even how the security
officer took their side when I was leaving and got to a payphone, and
he came right up to me and seemed to know that I was going to call
the police, and he said, “Don't
call the police” right to me, and
I just walked out and went home to the Somerdale DEATH HOUSE and
nearly lost my mother fucking mind, and ALL
IN PERFECT, OR NEARLY PERFECT PROPHECY FULFILLED PERMISSION BARRIER
REALITY, from my fantastic so-called
book of fiction, written four plus years earlier, at Patty Meeker's
Gibbsboro rental home, and then finished up and sent for Copyright
Registration while at the Highview
Apartments, in unit 2-D, on Kent Street's intersection with
Sicklerville Road just down the road a couple of blocks from the
Jersey-Famous GEETS DINER!!!!!!! THE
SPACE-BAR-HACK IS BACK peeps, and with a total damn mother fucking
vengeance, yo yo yo yo!!!!
Remember please folks, I am laying down a foundation here, so it may
appear to skip all around but these FAKE
SPEAKS are all totally urgent in order to understand how Mizz Julia
White fits so succinctly and completely
into all of this NIGHTMARE HELL!!!!
Now
without delving deeply right now today on the POISON CIGARETTE
fake-speak done while residing at 506 Robin Hill Apartments and in
the spring time of 1984 during that very time of Jerry Texaco, and
the Hammonton auto breakdown, that I fully believe was ordered by
Trump, and done by his henchmen on the day that I was trying to go to
his newly built PLAZA HOTEL in 1984 to do some gambling on OPENING
DAY; and then my car engine suddenly blew up on the way down to
Atlantic City; or other FAKE SPEAKS,
regarding faking out that Jim Burr wanted to live in that apartment
below mine in unit #1801 causing the Playboy Bunny to move into there
that following night and with “maintenance peeps” assisting in
the moving, just as in current times four fucking decades later with
MISTER MEXICO next door to me, the main FAKE SPEAK was when I was all
alone and fully aware that I was never alone, just as my song lyrics
directly told and implied on my “HAHA-WHO”
song that was part of my 1981 Musical Project,
that was either MOHR DEMO TUNES 1 or 2, or just the TUNES without a
number, as reflected here in the Registration form that I will copy
and paste it in from now (CAP).
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