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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JUNE 5, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
AND
DUE TO LOUSY AND INCLEMENT WEATHER CONDITIONS, I AM ALSO SECREWED OUT
OF A
FULL
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WELL,
I HJAVE SUFFERED THROUGH YET ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING WORST WEEK IN
FLORIDA-USA, ME' KIND FOLKS OUT HERE IN INTERNET-LAND, YO YO YO YO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is beyond both fucking totally outlandish and pathetic that no real
audience is out here listening to the Mountainpen in these final
darkest deepest days of America, and the last six words of that
sentence are not my words, and are only very slightly paraphrased, by
one of our modern times most wonderful military generals who was just
speaking the other night, on the world famous Cable
Network
News
Media System, known as CNN for short.
This great military officer actually sees things, and believes things
spoken in these words of Morianity, at least concerning present day
ruling officials in Washington that are all part of, and connected
into, the president, Mister Trump; in a carbon copy precise way that
these blogs of spoken of now for the past half decade or so, ever
since this deadly and dangerous monster man threw his hat into the
running race ring about five years ago. If you are out there reading
these words, GREAT GENERAL, you sure have my support, worthless as
that may be, here in this new-age
USA-'DOE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL
PEOPLE OUT HERE, I BELIEVE I SAID THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP
AT MINIMUM THIS WEEK, CLOSE TO 2,000 POINTS, AND SURE ENOUGH AS IF IT
HAD EARS AND WILL TO MATCH MY WORDS, IT CLOSED UP JUST UNDER THAT
NUMBER AMOUNT A COUPLE OF HOURS OR SO AGO IN
MANHATTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I already knew for absolute sure
that it would happen back on late Sunday afternoon and told you all
it would be so. Then when Mister Mexico persecuted me again yesterday
late Thursday morning when it was down about a hundred points, and
just as I already knew would indeed happen, POOF,it shot way up to
close up a little bit but it still was up about one and a quarter
points from the direct persecution of MOUNTAINPEN, and then today the
job from yesterday was felt as the truer after-shock, AND it totally
flew up another nearly eight and a half hundred additional points, so
as a result of the Thursday ICPE-APE-TECH strike on frail innocent
pitiful helpless worthless nobody me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, IT
SHOT RIGHT UP INSTANTLY NEARLY ONE THOUSAND POINTS, and the other
points from Monday's opening of the markets until early on Thursday,
when combined with this, brought the weekly gain to just exactly what
I said would be the minimum gain on the first business WEEK IN JUNE
2020, nearly 2,000, am I telling it okay and straight honest up here,
me' lovely lady of the night back in the nineteen-nineties, LOVELY
GINA QUEEN? After-all, it was you who TOLD ME that you would kick my
ass in that mother fucking arm wrestle and then YOU DID, sure as
Loretta Lynne's great SAR (Lord), huh 'Mary fartman
Hartman'?????????????? YES WORLD, I told you that I'd ber up on the
blog on Friday, TODAY, to remind you all that yes indeed sir/mah'm, I
most certainly:
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Now
that I've got those mother fucking cunt lapping TOLD-YOU'S
out of the goddamn dick licking way great people, let us move ever
eternally cunt huffing onward with these powerful Morianity words on
this wild incredible and absolutely truth telling blog!
THE
DEATH ANGEL, SIR Mortimer
Mortino,
is annoying the mother fucking shit out of me, with his
endless buzzing and whining in me' cunt
chewing fucking ass ears as he goes by me either on
me' left or me' right side; and it is on me' left
side right now at five minutes shy
of fucking cunt six or 5:55.
This makes me wish to write in lots of lovely mother fucking 'five
digits' before I take us all along on some wild and major mother
fucking shit, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, and but,
on with the show now, CALLIO call ten, of mighty garage
kicking and daughter taunting AT&T commercials with that
one sick wacked out advertising company out there, that has made
it their LIFELONG FUCKING CUNT MISSION to tease and harass little
nobody me, UNLESS OF COURSE, we believe in the only
other alternative here, right Mister
Redfield, you know, the JRSS of endlessly connecting dots
to everything everywhere, and all the time, all throughout the entire
multidimensional cosmos! There may indeed be some very powerful truth
to what Mister Paul Pedersen said to me one day
in the very beginning of this millennium, or maybe it could have been
as early as late somewhere in the final year of the previous second
millennium in 1999. He told me one day after I went into a really
heavy diatribe in almost teary eyed fashion, how I was being off the
fucking scale persecuted, that maybe like in the numerous plots on
SYFY shows with time travelers, you are the one person or key player
somehow in the end of the entire United States, and depending on your
life outcome and or something that you do as a result of it, the
entire United States will somehow either go on or be lost forever. I
laughed a little bit and said back to him something along the lines
of anything of course is possible and yet somehow I doubt that this
is what is happening. That was the end of the entire conversation
because he and I had arrived at our destination, and I was just then
parking my car. We then exited the vehicle to go into a courthouse
where PP had some personal bizz to take care of pertaining to the
DMV, and was why I was driving him in my car until something about
his DL had been cleared up. He had both a regular or RDL that almost
all of us have, as well as a CDL with the 'C' standing for
'COMMERCIAL'. So back to some of the truths behind what the great Sir
PP said to me that same day where he also spoke other words of
Non-Marcucci Wisdom or ('NMW')
for short, and from now on should I wish in future blogs to use this
abbreviation; concerning how I always tend to see the deeper and
larger stuff behind even the simplest shit around me and it might be
screwing up my head to never break the habit, and he may be right to
some degree, but back to me', point here, there is absolutely
something to this time bit. I only said that I doubt that PP's exact
idea that he told to me that day in the damn car was most likely off
of reality, but I do not doubt at all that there is definitely a
somewhat-off truth to his incredible story about how my miseries may
be based on some extremely huge thing around me. I NEVER EVER DOUBTED
THAT FACT, PEEPS! But now I'm also saying that I do think his
time-travel idea also has merit here, only when of course reexamined
in the new light of Morianity's teachings that there is no true
running time or line of it like noise on a tape where various things
happen along a time-line as so many books and history channels or
college professors all talk about so goddamn frequently!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I fully am aware that we all exist in the ETERNAL NOW. As you all
know, and without me having one damn
thing to do with it, oh Latengrate Admiral Whalespock of Star Trek,
it is ALWAYS RIGHT NOW, and if
anyone can show me the error to that, please, I dare you to contact
me with good serious relevant and NON-PRISHY
comments and conversation opportunities. The 'PAST' is
merely PHOTON-MEMORY that exists EVER PRESENTLY. So also the 'FUTURE'
is merely PHOTON PROJECTION that exists EVER PRESENTLY in a beyond
conceivable fifth dimensional fabric that Morianity has labeled TRUE
HYPERSPACE, and not the fictional SYFY concepts of hyperspace.
Rather, Morianity agrees completely with the great scientific minds
of the top dog Astrophysics regarding the 5th dimensional
hyperspace as a unit or fabric system that actually contains
virtually limitless 4-Dimensional (4-D) universes, such as the one
that we live in here. All entire possible combinations of any atomic
grouping all exists as dots of signaled-energetic reality on this 5th
dimensional hyperspace or this 5-D FABRIC.
So at the eternal present point, our true isness-of-being merely is
connecting into one of these 5-D dots of reality, over and over from
womb to tomb, and then our brain creates the illusion of some type of
linear truth to the entire deal, when in actuality, no linear reality
is there at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now with the MORIANITY-TRUTH in front
of us here, we can take PP's great statement from my car that day
right before arriving at some New Jersey Courthouse, and make things
somewhat more accurate and true, or put another way, in a one hundred
eighty degree direction from all great BUNKER-BOYS
everywhere, right lovely Mariah Carey?????
Oh Martha Macy Stuart, would you please cut me a break here with
those fantastic fragrances of Biblical Times, such as Roseann
Delaney's non Frankenstein frankincense, and or Merry's
sweet smelling merh? And for that matter, shall we honor both
Mister Pedersen here, along with
all great executives from the S-SAY-LAUDER
transdimensional laboratories and Regional Managers of the
fantastic 5th dimensional hyperspace; oh lovely
Shirley and Jane Davis of 1983???????????????? Yes by all
means, oh great prior Head-Examiner-Librarians, of the illustrious
United States © Copyright Office;
“Let's not all go and LOSE
OUR
DAMN
JOBS”, and agree with
Detective Ed Green of the
greatest Law Show ever televised, “Law &
Order”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you freaking folks, if
the universe shouted out any louder than it does for those
who have become fluent in their ability to listen to it, I think I
would go STONE COLD DEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
bearing in mind at all times, that the Astral Plane gods love to play
games and tease their own selves here on the mortal-world, along with
time being pure illusion, and all that we can do is to exist here,
even as human beings, in a beyond weird metaphysical corridor, called
the ETERNAL-NOW; and seeing these two powerhouse realities fully and
clearly, allows a different light to reflect PP's statement that day.
I see rather, two factions of the Exploratronic
Supermind Society;
one who may indeed be responsible for creating and thereby also
wishing
hard to sustain the existence of the greatest experiment that is ever
presently known of so far in human world recorded history, the United
States of America.
The opposing faction of course, their game
on the Astral-Plane is to destroy it. Using the reality of
an ASTRAL-PLANE PLAYFIELD, we can
literally see an equivalent of a bunch of teenagers on the Earth
Planet here, in some wild hi-tech arcade,
such as is referenced to in my fantastic book
from 1994, called “The Permission
Barrier”; all playing in this
incredible PLAYFIELD. Only we here, as little stupid
fucking human beings; ARE OF COURSE QUITE ABSOLUTELTY
POWERLESS TO DO ONE DAMN THING
ABOUT IT. AM I RIGHT, MISTER SPOCKWHALES???????? And
before I go on with one more thing today folks, if
you are reading this CHAPTER 15,
and you HAVE NAUT YET READ CHAPTER
14, then you ABSOLUTELTY do need to
click onto the blog site right side margin and do so, or you
simply won't get a lot of the incredible power that is meant for my
readers. Unless the entire thing is all combined, you
will indeed BE TOTALLY SHORT CHANGED in the world of the
cosmologically metaphysically related literary paraphernalia of
verbiage!!!! And
as lovely 'MO' said on MC's great 2009 movie and DVD project,
“IPYT”!!!!!!! And SOOOOOO a great big fucking
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE too!
I
have been researching the various mental conditions that run in my
family, people, and I wish to report to you that according to the
mother fucking great and fantastic American
Psychiatric Association (APA),
I do not have depression or Bi Polar features of psychotic
schizophrenia. When I am put through major fucking persecution by
the MILITUFORCE, I of
course have a small amount of time following the horrendous assault
and elder abuse on me, and long before it was also legally ELDER
ABUSE, for decades and decades, I would of course be
depressed and grumpy about my hellish nightmare life. Before the
assault I would be quite happy, an dafter it quite sad and miserable,
BUT and BIG ASS ButTERCHEESE-BUTT and BUT peeps yo; after the attack
ends each time, and depending on how severe the assault was and or
is, a length of time where I would quite naturally be depressed and
moody about it would indeed occur, and then at a short time following
the end of the M2F assault on me, I would immediately BOUNCE BACK.
According to the psych-books of the great HOLY ALMIGHTY APA, it
only means that a person who does not bounce back afterwards, has the
mental illness. It, and as Sir James
T. Burr said to me so fucking cunt often back in time nearly a
half century or so ago now, it's perfectly
healthy and natural to accurately respond to stimulus, and for
those 'L&O'
fans who doubt my words here,
just remember that cool episode with big CHOPPER the mafia kid, and
how Detective Bobby Goren would keep
reminding him of 'proper responses' to various stimulus being thrown
at him, sort of mocking him as well; on that beyond cool TV-SHOW
offshoot, that is called, “Criminal Intent”!
Yes Jim said it all, from 1974 through about 1989. “Mark,
it's perfectly normal
to respond ABNORMALLY
to abnormal stimulus, and I'd seriously worry about you,
if after what your life is all about, all you wanted to do is talk
about normal stuff like women and sports”. This man knew his mother
fuckign onions and beans when it came to psychiatry, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No-sir world, there is nothing at all wrong
with the Mountainpen, but hey, if they want to pay me disability from
age forty through my middle sixties, I
don't feel one bit badly about it because it is THEY WHO CRIPPLED ME
INTO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE by naut allowing me to do anything at all
without death-level harassment and persecution, and if
you put AGENTS Falcon and Condor on trial at the World Court at the
Hague or however the Hague is spelled, they will tell you under truth
serum that I am speaking only 100% the mother fucking total truth
here to you all, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me'
BRAHHHHH!!!! Here
comes another Sir Mortimer Mortino assault on me' fucking cunt right
aside at exactly 7:40 PM 'ondah damn ass nose', yo!!!
There
is a device used by the Entertainment Faction of the ESS, and how do
I know this you may be wondering, and rightfully mother fucking so,
yo! Well peeps, I learned about this deal early this very morning, in
a parallel universe, and you might say that
I had an extremely outlandish bizarre crazy realistic vivid dreaming
experience while asleep, and
that is okay. Having all kinds of varying opinions is or at
least used to be what this great mother fucking nation was alla bout,
and I don't know about any of that any more. This one blew my mind,
and it might just blow some of your goddamn minds out here, who can
ever know, so let me get on with it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It appears that
the Jewelly White's of the ESS use a wild electronic contraption of
ultra-hi-tech that is able to sort of expand on and amplify that
sixties and seventies weird-medicine thing that we all called back
then, and “THE ESS IS BLOCKING OUT MY
MIND-SIGNAL”, but I'll think of it later on, so let me
proceed here with my story. A machine was used to actually permit
patients who were in lots of pain to control it, without any
medications or even hypnosis or other therapies, simply by learning
how to (BIO-FEEDBACK) the
ESS just
released the MIND HACK ON ME, as they realized I suppose
it was worthless to keep using it and wasting their power on me since
the story would make it all clear enough even without my remembering
the name of the devices being used, yes, controlling their pain by
simply learning how to control with their own minds, a machine that
showed their pain by making particular sounds. As they made progress,
they learned that the patients were totally able to control and
reduce their pain levels quite significantly, and not by thinking of
their pain, but by lessening the sound that their pain was able to
project into a machine called a bio-feedback system, and they really
were able to lessen the sound, and thus LESSEN
THEIR PHYSICAL PAIN, without any help from hypnosis or medications.
But this process can be greatly amplified and expanded on when
medical science as well as super high or ULTRA-TECHNOLOGY is combined
together to produce something that can make us realize much more
clearly, that indeed our BRAIN is in fact a
device that SEPARATES things, even SPACE ITSELF and TIME ITSELF,
creating our so called Einsteinian SPACE-TIME continuum!!!!!! Once an
ESS traveler knows how to construct an ULTRA BFBM or UBFBM
(Ultra-Bio-Feedback machine), they can crossover into our waking
world from theirs through the 5th dimensional hyperspace,
and build one of these things, or have it built by actual ESS BASE
AREAS such as that WAREHOUSE in my other WILD 'DREAM' from around
2013 or 2014 or whenever, and was at that huge place where incredible
amounts of electronic and musical equipment was scattered all
throughout a gigantic warehouse that also included dormitory
headquarters for the ESS travelers, maybe even explaining some
of that incredible locale where Doctor Bruce Goldberg, or one of his
psych patients visited in their dream-travels, and was greeted
extremely hostilely by military type of entities or peeps who once
they got a hold of them, made that wild statement that this great
author devoted an entire chapter to in his great book called, “Time
Travelers From Our Future” and that being, “Make
him look like a nut”, and also is something THAT
OLD PITIFUL WORTHLESS FUCKING ENDLESSLY PICKED ON MOUNTAINPEN CAN
FULLY TOTALLY RELATE TO, IPYT LOVELY
MONIQUE AND EVERYBODY DAMN ELSE EVERYWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! This device that is built and used by this ELECTRONIC and
MUSICAL FACTION of the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society),
is what allows them to perform their greatest things, because they
can do indeed, what those great SYFY shows portray in their cool time
manipulation plots the world over for so many decades now; but
remember that there is NO SUCH THING NOR CAN THEIR EVER BE, AS TIME
TRAVEL, because there truly is no separation of events, other than
for what OUR BRAINS create by dividing our true essence from
Purgatory (energy) by the speed of light squared (E/C-SQ) as this
does=human world life or MASS, our physical tangible caporial
existence as clay and fleshy human beings here on this mortal realm
of the Earth-Planet or the Physical-Plane as worded by many of the
spiritualists and psychics of modern day society! What is being
printed here on these blogs, is the most powerful fucking truths ever
written down for anyone to so easily pull off of the net, and get for
absolutely free of any human charge. Yet my blogs remain completely
obscure and unread by the masses, who totally need to hear these
incredible and unfathomable truths, “BEFORE”,
and to quote the greatest female recording artist of all time, so far
in recorded human world history, Mizz Mariah
Carey (MC), “IT IS TOO LATE”!!!!
Unfortunately the world seems to work in these type of ways most of
the time, you know, Superman being the only dependable one who ALWAYS
GETS THERE IN TIME, while the rest of us mere poor whittle mortals
are never afforded that great and wonderful privilege, for
reasons of some ultimate PLAYFIELD GAME ENJOYMENT BY THE ASTRAL GODS,
I would fucking cunt suppose. What do any of
you think of that as a plausible potential explanation,
yo???????
Talk
about Jewelly White, her four controlled and possessed and dominated
peeps, Melanie, Patty, Paula, and President D.J. Trump; Atlantic
City's deadly monster Sir Robert McGuire, in my opinion anyway; is
also a member of the ESS, and if I am
guessing my GUESTS in this PLAYFIELD MORTAL GAME in Astral
equivalents here properly, in the Faction or the
Department of HISTORY MANIPULATION where the SYFY world would use
verbiage more along the lines of peeps or agents who attempt to make
intentional “time-line alterations”, and I say all of this right
now for several reasons pertaining to all sorts of shit that's going
down right now and has been for ten days or so in real time all
around us. It is all way too complex to even attempt for me to tackle
this entire deal on this one blog, and so again, I'm merely opening
up here, another foundation into shit that will of course be spoken
of in far greater alacrity and detail as more blogs follow after this
one. But what I do wish to open upright here and now is this.
McGuire has great power over other people's mind, and has proven that
to me TWICE OVER NOW, once in this century and millennium as well as
once in the previous century and millennium. I speak of in 1997 on
the 7th day in February or 2-7, a vely vely intelesting
day-number, don't ya' think? Also, in 2006 when he destroyed my
previous automobile on his street there in Atlantic City after I was
mother fucking foolish enough for the gods only know what reason, to
let him and his damn crew from Dogtown know in advance, that Ed
and I, Sir Rod Serling yo,
were coming down to 10-SC Avenue and were just going to leave the Egg
Harbor Township Library where I had just posted up a blog that day,
and then we did come down there, and when he came over to us and to
my old clunker car, NEITHER ED HIMACANE LYNCH NOR I EVER OBSERVED HIM
BEING THERE AT ALL, yet our video camera DID NOTICE HIM AS PLAIN AS
GODDAMN DAY, as we were running it perfectly legally as Atlantic City
Tourists, and New Jersey LEGAL RESIDENTS, and I had full NJ---ID in
my wallet or else, I'd never have the
balls to so much as start up an automobile, Sir George
Floyd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a great big super
“WEEEEEEEEEE” to that little bit of shit, right? But in 1997, he
totally blocked out me' mind after Sarah Callio right in his bar, and
on his payphone there, had given me her last name of CALLIO, and then
he blanked me out, Mister
BIOFEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir, those wild mind-hacks have ABSOLUTELTY nothing
whatsoever to do with Senior Moments, or Alzheimer's Disease, or any
of that so-called rationally explainable dog fucking shit on stale
and moldy damn wheat bread, yo yo yo yo yo yo ME BRRRRRRRRR!!!
Yessir, Sarah gave me the name that /i was trying to get during my
frantic search to locate the magical teen girl of my youth, Sarah
Nurockey Krassle, or WHATEVER Sir Congressman and singer-pal from
1975-1990, Bob Andrews of Haddon Heights,
NJUSAESMWG, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! She had given me the name
and spelled it for me and then MCGUIRE somehow
blanked it right out as soon as I walked out of his bar, and
no I was naut 65 and a half as I am now, but rather in early 1997
when this happened, I was but a mere early-middle aged lad of 42 and
one sixth years!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' mother fucking cut me a bwake here,
lovely Mizz Margie 1985 Leo, yo?????????? Me' pernt in all of this is
thisssssssssssssss, lovely goddamn Erica Snakes Cane: These peeps
have no magical power, but they do crossover in THEIR DREAMS, join
the CLUB at actual waking world clubhouses through our waking world
doppelganger's of theirs, get a hold of these wild ULTRA-BIOFEEDBACK
SYSTEMS, and then gain
control and to use Trump's fave word here,
total DOMINANCE over any one of us whom they choose or need to
so do my friends
and fiends
out here, and KING
FAMILIES OF ENTERTAINMENT
AND APPS who get to go viral and make multi-millions
of bucks, because they are able to promote their garbage, while other
folks like me are endlessly forced to live in oppression and
controlled poverty, in the sicko monstrous
horrendous 'TRUMPWORLD' that was all
here long before TRUMP himself ever had one tiny bit of fucking cunt
access to our lovely United States Jewelly WHITE-HOUSE, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' fucking know another
powerhouse bit of wisdom, me' gwate fwolks out here, and Sir Elmer
Wabbit Fwudddd, yo????????? I can pick out a REPUBLICAN or a DEMOCRAT
immediately, be it on TV,live somewhere while outside, and virtually
immediately without having to hear hardly a word from them. It is so
plain by even the demeanor of them, both sides, and there is no
question that Robert McGuire is a STAUNCH REPUBLICAN, yo!!!!!! I'll
bet me' last meal on that one, anywhere, and any time peeps!!!!!!
Now
in last night's beyond major dream, and bearing in mind
that it has been nearly to the precise day, EXACTLY
40 YEARS NOW since my (LOVE IS
FOR CARPENTERS) DREAM happened to me while asleep about
five or six weeks into my residency at 1802 ROBIN HILL Apartments; at
4th and Preston PRESS-ON
Avenues, in good old Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG; oh wonderful and beyond
'inconceivably surreal' and 'endless dot connectiveness' of cosmos,
oh great SIR Mister James Redfield;
and I do not have the precise day as I never remembered it other than
it happened late some time into the very first week on June in 1980;
I was back at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS
of Voorhees Township, NO JOYSEY, and it was ten years in the mother
fucking future, and a large wall calendar was
there in the room showing the year of 2030, and I remember
thinking, or actually, I was aware that me' hyperspace doppelganger
or me' DOUBLE in the hyperspace there, was thinking, “How
I just cannot believe that I am now 75 goddamn years old”. I
remember clearly as a clanging church-bell with me in the goddamn
fuckign steeple, how it was not the most pleasant idea that I was now
that fucking old, but hey, as the Latengrate or maybe naut so great
Mizz Dawn-Marie King said so often, “It is what it is”. I had
made a call on my cellphone, or my hyperspace double did, and after
it was over, I heard a message come onto the system as he had the
volume way up on his phone and the sound was more than loud enough to
hear from even an adjoining room unless someone was half damn deaf
that is, and this message said, “Do you wish to enter your
'storatoric' records from this call”, and then my double said no
and the call then was over, and my double placed the phone down onto
a table near the wall. There was an instruction manual on that table
and I was able to read it. Remember as a dreaming entity, soul
traveling into a parallel world, where our double is doing something;
we can walk or go anywhere we want to around our true self from that
other reality, and we are only a 'ghost' so to
speak. Hey lovely Jenny Hewett,
you should be reading me' goddamn blogs, girl”,
and give me' best to me' kid should you see her! But on that table,
there was a paragraph on the instruction manual's first top page, and
the heading before the print underneath of it read, “info on your
storatoric account”. I then read down further and it said something
about all cellphone providers by federal law must record all
conversations and keep the full recording on the cloud system for a
period of ninety days, and after such time, the storatoric records
roll into an endless average of that 90-day time meaning the most
recent 90-days are always recorded. This allowed for any legal
proceedings such as court or anything so desired, to be officially
used by any account holder, but the service provider was not
permitted to ever listen to private conversations, merely allow for
the technology to be set up in cooperation of some ultra-high tech
one-cloud-system owned by Microsoft, only over in that parallel world
they were one combined company and I don't know if they are here in
this universe, but it was called World Goog-Mic-Cloud Corporation, or
WGMC and those initials were on the sheet that I was reading, right
there in my 1802 apartment, and 10 YEARS
FROM NOW, in this parallel
realm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, Georgie and Uncle
Billy; what will happen to me next as I go onto sleep throughout the
near following days in this 40 year wild time reality following the
unforgettable Mister Cole as well as the unforgettable LOIS
FOCA experience that now I fully know is all about Jewelly
White and the Exploratronic Supermind
Society???????????????? Like what the fuckign shit would a
word like STORATORIC translate into or from, at least here in this
universe, I wonder? But then we have all sorts of parallel world
words, and it would be quite prishy conversation should I sit here
going on and on pretending that I have all of the wisdom, or all the
answers to any of this mother fucking wild crazy horse shit. I
am by no means the great Mizz Know-It-All, the lovely one and
only Patricia H. Hollister H., who is
AKA of course, Mizz Patty 'Bitethroat'
Hollister Howard. How me' mom would yell and scream at me
at 1802 Robin Hill in this universe back in 1980 and 1981 and 1982,
when she would discuss lovely Patty, and say her new name of Pat
Howard, and then I'd always correct it to the name I knew her
by for so long, and just for fun, but I guess
I'll admit now, that it also was great at getting me' poor
mother's goat, 'Mister Massey',
and I would say back to her as soon as she'd say Pat
Howard, Pat Hollister! WOW
did she get angry, and for really when you think about it seriously,
absolutely no great 'Earthly' reason. Or was there
one, mister Warper Gramps Speers and Sonny Boy Boss Tom at the great
Lavino sold to Inchcape Shipping Office ISS (Inchcape Shipping
Services. Yessir, those powerful fuckign endless JRSS dot connections
never quit for so much as a lousy ass smoke break, do they? I mean
come on, time echo rocket launches and great News Media CNN peeps;
ISS, as in INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION! Wanna' totally cut me a bwake
here lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo?????????????????? Hey yo, if this is
all so nothing but dog shit, explain the reality of it all to me, yo,
go ahead mother fuckers, just try rationally explaining it all to me.
Just like poor old Walgreen's Ray. I can't fault the poor old guy. He
can't even breathe, and his problem Misses
Mohr, has absolutely nothing to fucking do with twenty dollar
counterfeit bills, or incorrect police interactions, or bad apple
police persons, or even mysterious medical conditions, and endlessly
just as mysterious alphabet letter groups that never stop showing
some type of cosmic interactiveness. Yeppir folks,
without an Inogen-Machine or however it is spelled, poor Ray would
not even be breathing, so I cannot come down on a man who disbelieves
the reality of me' persecution by in visible and extremely powerful
enemies from HELL! This poor dude is very wealthy and was indeed a
vely successful attorney back before the twenty-teens when he
developed some type of lung cancer that he thought would make him, as
he calls it, “A goner a long time ago”, and something that many
cancer survivors relate to very well, I'm quite damn ass sure. The
man was able to have a specially constructed face-mask built for
himself for this corona virus, so that his Inogen-One machine is
hosed directly into the side of his mask, and his mask appears almost
like a scuba divers mask, allowing a completely see-through area for
his face. See what lots of money can buy people, people? But of
course, would I rather be poor and a lot less ill than poor Ray, or
wealthy as a New York City top executive? Well, that is always an
easy one folks. No and I mean ABSOLUTELTY NO, I would never ever wish
to trade places with anyone that fuckigbn physically ill, or mentally
ill either, and have thirty trillion USD in some brokerage account,
no way Josie girl, no way or maybe it is just no way
HOSE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any case, keep your
goddamn Great-Dane mutt out of me' face, oh Cifaloglio SIR.
Good old JULY or as we say here north of
the Mexican fuckign borders yo, WHO-LEE-OH!
Now as I said, this blog and the prior blog if combined would be
somewhere about just more than two hundred and fifty pages long, and
may naut post up successfully should I attempt to do it, so
pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze yo, if you have naut read the
CHAPTER 14 blog, DO SO before you ever go to Chapter 16, me' next
following blog, or else, you will miss out on a whole lot of the
power behind all of it, and THAT,I do promise you!!!!! At the
very end of that wild dream where I was in the year of 2030 and when
it was early this morning somewhere around just past dawn, I was
holding, or my double was holding a COMCAST
REMOTE CONTROL, and when he tried to change a channel
on his TV, the entire button seemed to break, and my double let out
some war hooping hollering curse words. As he did this, a knock came
onto his door right there at apartment number 1802, right where I was
living four damn ass decades ago. He answered it. It was Jewelly
White. They kissed quite passionately, and
my double said to her, “Is this what my double claimed happened to
him in his stupid crazy book he copyrighted but nobody ever read back
thirty five years ago in '95? I was so incredibly in
shock in this wild dream at that particular point that I remember
thinking that I was going to get a fucking
heart attack. I had witnessed so many wild weird things
that I already had switched over from being a TYPE-1-EXPL to a
TYPE-2. Type 2 is when you are aware that you are inside of a dream,
and you still are unable to do anything about it, change it,
influence or dominate your double or climb literally into him or her
and control them, or even exit out of the system with the proverbial
MATRIX-OPERATOR, and again, I WAS MIND-HACKED and could not remember
for a minute or a wee bit longer, the name of that great series of
new millennium movies, “MATRIX”!!!!!!!!!!!! so even more major
ESS BLOCKING MIND CONTROL, huh???!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALL
MY CHARTS WERE REMOVED BY M2F!
YOU SEE, FBI; THEY HAVE TAKEN
MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VICTIMIZATION OF THEIR CRIMES, AND VIOLATED
THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET CHARTS, SO ANY REAL
SYMPATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND CLICK ONTO A 3 MONTH
CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE DONE TO ME SINCE 1986
NOW; THAT CAUSED THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A HUMAN LIFE, MINE.
NOVEMBER
8, 2013, 9:14 PM-STANDARD TIME, FRIDAY
Now
that it is June of 2020, I
see even clearer!!!!!
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
THE BIGGEST WASTE OF TIME IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF HUMAN-UNKIND, OR
WAS IT REALLY???
BLOG
BOOK, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS'',
CHAPTER 10
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
CONTINUING
TO WASTE MY TIME AND MY LIFE, WITH THIS BLOGGING NONSENSE JUNK, ON
ADVICE OF CHRIS BENNETT AND ED LYNCH. When
have peeps ever done shit for fucking me other than to mislead me,
yo?
Well
mother fucking world, if you don't at this exact second, feel like
reading, ''ONE OF THOSE'' blogs from the Mountainpen, hit your 'HOME'
key, then the 'NEXT-BLOG' prompt on the blogging web-site page, and
come back when you are more in that particular mood. This I am
telling you now, as from this point out, things just get more and
more, and fucking way more powerful, and unpleasant; and nothing will
be spared, not what I know, not feelings, not secrets; nothing at all
will be spared. So here we are folks, if ready, climb aboard. If not,
come back later on; no sweat.
Morianity
is indeed, as stated before on my previous blogs, winding down, but
this could still be one fucking hell of a wind down. Imagine a big
spring coil all wound up real tightly for a million turns, and then
suddenly released. If you are able to adequately make a mental
picture of this folks, then you know things will not be ending
somewhere around chapter 14 or 15 or 16, you get the drift, but this
is the very absolute final book in all of my blogging career, and
when it is finished, a back cover will be on it, forever. I will go
on keeping my own private mother fucking journals from that point on,
as I have been doing long before internet Gore ever came along in the
early nineties, on or off of any Chaney Transdimensional Washington
Super-Highways driven by paramedical ambulance technicians. Yes, I
am not angry at the world or even the evil fucking enemies; not in
any way that any of you could possibly understand at the present
point. Someday, if you ever do ''GET IT'', give me a call, and you'll
get the mind blow of 100 Count VonMarcucci's, I promise. If that day
never comes, that is the way the shit is written in the stars. Far be
it from me to so much as say BOO about it, huh Sheriff???????
Now
the attack that is still ongoing, began just past one this cunt
lapping morning. I was told today by the AT&T agent who I spoke
with, that my agent did receive a number of calls in my area; and
there was some outage in local equipment. But that was long repaired
when I spoke to this nice lady representative. After I hung up and
then called my voice-mail system to do a message retrieval, I was
disconnected while doing this, and again, the light on my phone that
is bright red began blinking, and again, the display area of the
landline telephone, an AT&T product, purchased by me a year or
more ago, at the local Fort Pierce Walmart Store; again displayed
that the line was ''IN USE''. I hung up and after less than a minute,
the light stopped flashing, and again I attempted to do a normal
message retrieval, and this time it worked, and since then, the phone
is operating normally. Still, very shortly, I will be forced to up my
game, and have the two services that I had when I first came into
this apartment, a Comcast service along with an AT&T service, and
I may in addition, decide to activate an already pre-approved
government cellphone system, that is totally free, for all area calls
matching mine, and 911 is free also, I believe. If I had become ill
last night when this happened to me, Pam Bondi, State Attorney
General, mahm; I would have died in here, and the enemies would have
covertly gotten away with first degree premeditated murder, my
murder. Death does not scare me one bit. I am only petrified that my
murder is going to go totally unavenged, and I swear right here and
right now, my lovely Loo; that I will come back from the dead, and
destroy this entire planet; if my murder goes unanswered, and my
murderers are not dealt with and adequately punished. You can bet
your fucking sweet adorable ass on this, Annie Cornfields Costner, at
light speed fucking cunt squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
knowing about APE (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) or ICPE (INTENTIONALLY
CREATED PARALLEL EVENT), and a silly fucking toothless moron kid, can
see with blinders masking taped to his or her face, that my hell and
persecution, caused their wicked fucking cheated totally manipulated
stock market DOW JONES to go right back up today, and retrace the
very ground that it lost on its previous daily trading session. I
have not been talking about this or making claims to all this for a
few weeks, or a few months, Mister Drew Carey and Mister bob Barker,
no sir. I have been discussing this from years and years, and
decades, long before the internet existed for the general population
of global citizenry; and guess who has a copy on cassette tape of
this very mother fucking total absolute proof? You got it right if
you said the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on my 'Epitome of
Harassment' tapes from 1988 and 1989, and I'll highlight this right
fucking now for anyone who is just not GETTING THIS, and thinks that
all this is a big laughing leprechaun imp from the land of the secret
medical technicians, and the most lovely land in all the world, where
else; but IRELAND. All real peeps seriously into the UFO phenomena,
know about the abduction experiments and secret medical shit going on
there; right AGENTS
CONDOR and FALCON, of the UFO
COVER UP, 1988, CHANNEL 11, WPIX, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY,
TELEVISION SHOW???????????
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Folks,
a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids;
so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their
opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League
were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not
say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and
this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity,
with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your
kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going
to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is
why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will
begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me
or fucking not. I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to
anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down.
Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an
idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron
SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the
real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many
other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity;
the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all
crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and
parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons
that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a
toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I
was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a
lightning storm,
and a beautiful bolt of yellow
lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical
warm pulses into my high chair and into me,
and for a few seconds, my
spirit-world-eyes were opened,
as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the
supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I
saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was
to eventually identify herself to me in 1983,
roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this
incident.
Now
I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all
left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as
clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I
was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how
long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with
these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset
that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said
back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A
number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons
unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a
toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the
one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from
another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not
remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that
to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny
bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.
She
told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her
wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it
and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it
is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I
blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't
upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short
and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared
out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was
only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years
living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be
thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY
MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been
directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the
Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of
course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral
World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous
other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the
lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true
beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the
inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create
fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum
combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything
up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and
legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth,
whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early
'1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we
have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we
don't';
and I am always leery and careful around any tall
weeds,
near or not near
lakes,
or capitol
city's, or
Libraries of Congress.
JANE
BITCHWITCHWHORE FUCKED ME AGAIN, with page eleven of eleven a while
back, and I did not want to fucking cunt lose my dam ass train of
thought, so now we will switch those great October 5, 2008 gears so
we do not strip them all to hell, and do our compensation fucking
deal, sleazy baseball lady. I hope you sleep real well nights, after
totally fucking up my fucking already fucked up miserable rotten
life, with your dam ass ones bullshit, from that night in 1993, at
the Atlanta Braves baseball fucking park. When you go, I WILL piss on
your grave, THAT'S A MO PROMISE as well as a WOMO one!!!
55555555555555555555555,
PLUS 555555555555555, TIMES 5555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY 55555555;
IS EQUAL TO WHO
MOTHER FUCKING SUCKING ASS GIVES A DAM PRICK EATING SHIT, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
MY
CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS ACTING UP BIG TIME FOLKS, SUPER
ASS FUCKING HACKING AT 10:42 POST FUCKING ASS
MERIDIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OLD
FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR FROM 1972???
But
this is not the only hack, as hacking with my utilities or anything
electrically mother fucking related in any way, IS
ON A MAJOR
FUCKING
ROLL,
LADIES AND FREAKING GENTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus
fucking Christ all god dam ass mighty man, give it a rest and get a
cunt lapping life, you asshole mother fuckers out there in the
fucking NSA, or whoever the fucking shit you are, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking God Almighty, I
NEED SOME HELP HERE, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. MY KID'S GONNA
FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T STOP HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
only some of you would mother fucking click the shit I tell you to
click, you wouldn't fucking have to take my fucking word for
anything. It is all up on the cunt eating internet,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Asshole
Mountainpen, wake up.
Your damn audience is all federal agents or M2F or ESS! TIME TO WAKE
UP, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL WEEHTAHD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on
the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I
claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is
going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this
is some fucking ass poker bluff, WOMO-M-2-F!!!
Now
this is all out of the fucking way, let me move this blog right
along, and discuss a favorite topic, or one of the three, for men
anyway, right lovely solid-gold-1988 Marilyn McCoo?????? I believe
she was talking of the top two, sports and women, but I think these
have become numbers 2 and 3 in more recent days and times of this
total sociological break-down, on a mass global fucked up scale, and
hay, it's only my humble little opinion, but as you all should know
quite well by now, Mizz Daniels back in 1980, my coworker, has
indeed, and properly so; entitled me to it, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
Oh
yes good folks, that number one topic of not just men, I assure
fucking you folks, women are right up there in the drivers seat along
with us dudes, and don't think otherwise, or I'll
crown you KING of the Fools Club
of electronic 1985 dust, right great © Office and all lovely
examiners there????????????????????????????? Yes folks, we're talking
about GOD ALL MIGHTY, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) M---O---N---E---Y.
Sports
and sex, would go right out the door, Mizz Marilyn McCoo of 1988, if
ever honestly compared in the minds of 99% of the world over age ten
and under age 99, in place of the god of this age, biblically spoken,
in or not in Morianity, good old fucking filthy lucre. Without it,
you can't so much as fucking legally breathe the dam ass air, folks,
YO DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why the WOMO-MILITUFORCE keeps me
endlessly down and out and broke, flat ass busted, dirty ass poor as
shit and unable to so much as do one thing that would make life one
tiny bit livable here; let alone find any way to ever get this
conspiracy against me investigated, stopped, and hopefully;
eventually prosecuted to the fullest extent of the mother fucking
law. This cannot ever be allowed, as the world would literally owe me
a check for itself, payable in metals, on demand instantly, after all
that has been monstrously mother fucking done to me over an entire
lifetime, in an organized fucking way, for reasons that go so far
beyond my limited little fucking retarded comprehension, that if I
typed for 1000 years, maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE, one tenth of one
percent of the shit would ever be able to get fucking ass told to all
of you, dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went up onto the GOOGLE this afternoon, and JANE MOTHER FUCKING WHORE
JUST BIT MY CUNT EATING ASSHOLE AGAIN AT ELEVEN ELEVEN, FIORST THE
FUCKING COCK SUCKING PAGE NUMBER AND NOW THIS ATTACK, JESUS DON'T
EVER FUCKING LET ME RUNT the SHIT INTO YOU, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW
STRONG YOU ARE, EXERCISE SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555
and 5555555555555555555555
and 5555555555555555555555,
and screw
you Jane, you rotten whore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
back to my going
up on mother fucking GOOGLE
earlier this after god dam ass noon, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!IT IS ALWAYS
ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, RIGHT OLD PAL KEVIN FUCKING TRUDEAU,
BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
decided to search the words, ''HOW TO PROMOTE A BLOG'', just for fun;
and the very cheapest way to do it costs 300 fucking dollars monthly.
I am so fucking happy for all you rich cunt lappers out here, that
can play by unfair
advantage,
and endlessly keep all of the rest of us down forever and ever and
ever. If I had it within my power, I
would have this planet smashed into fucking tiny bits with a gigantic
fucking city sized meteor; you think I am playing, watch the fucking
skies; as if I am going to be put through endless hell, then I'll
fucking BLOW UP YOUR CUNT LAPPING LITTLE WORLD, FOLKS, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
ENTIRE WORLD FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!!
Now
here's one you didn't see coming, I'll betcha folks, and I don't mean
the soon to come world destroying meteor, well soon by my standards.
It will be after the year 63 hundred, so all you will be long gone,
you lucky fucking turds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All those
cunt eating days in school that the majority of students sit in a
math class and say, oh fuck this Henry Fonda shit, I am angrier than
any 12 jurors have ever been, but beyond all that; who needs math if
you're not gonna' fucking be a scientist, or an engineer, or an
architect; you know, the typical whiny school kid math haters club???
Well, here is what fucking math can reveal to folks that paid
attention a little bit in school and only threw a few spit balls at
the fucking ass teacher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW,
Mister R. H. MACY, and STACEY!!!!!!!!!!
People
can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well
as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that
physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask
a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family
should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and so on and so
forth. Also, when accurate records are not kept, be it related to
moods of a spouse, weather by professional meteorologists,
sports-stats, and again the list of items such as these, could be as
long as those proverbial plastic water bottles, that stretch many
times around the world, if they were all put together; as per the
great advertisement spots on the television system. I, just as I did
for decades, until it fucking cunt began to depress me to the point
of fucking suicide, Mommy-Dearest Potter-Pills; am now keeping track
of daily BOT verses NOT days, or days that are really bad, verses
days that pass just out of this horror fucking range. Now I have
admitted that I was doing a music-related thing, again, beginning on
the 28 August day, several months back this year, and corresponding
precisely to this very time, a brand new percentage of BOTBAR DAYS
began to emerge, as a fucking result, AND AS ALWAYS, you know, music
for me is a total fucking NO-NO, so says the EVIL EMPIRE/
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in the attempt of
keeping this story as short as is humanly Pennock non-perfect
possible or (HPNPP), for any future usage if needed; let me just tell
you that I have already given the blog-world and my viewers, the
simple mathematical formula for equating this very thing, based on
how many botbar days total there are, and how many total days of the
various months, and blah-blah-blah; and I am not going to re-hash
this shit right now. All you need to mother fucking be told my
wonderful MORIANS and my rotten EVERYONELSIANS; is thissssssssssss,
Miss Lucci Snakes AMC, from when else, and I recall it just how you
said it on the show back then, good old 1983.
Folks,
I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR ATTACK AND OF COURSE, AS A RESULT,
I AM FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR!!!!!!!! At precisely five minutes past shit
eating one this cunt sniffing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I was major
struck with yet another UTILITY ATTACK
from the dirt bag scum sucking WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!
The phone was right in front of me, and is a desk top landline type
phone; and suddenly the red light began blinking, and a message
displayed on it, saying, 'LINE IN USE'.
I am heading later today over to make an appointment at Sheriff
Mascara's Office, on Midway fucking Road. I HAVE FUCKING
TOTALLY ASS HAD IT WITH THIS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING BULLSHIT, YO YO
YO YO YO YO. ALL DAY LONG, LOUD VOICES IN THE HALLS, AND LOUD ASS
DOORS; BECAUSE THE JERK OFF SORE LOSERS ON WALL STREET, WERE NOT
GETTING THEIR WAY TODAY, AND THEIR STINKING MARKETS WERE DROPPING
FROM THE OPENING HELL FUCKING BELL!!!!!!!!!!
After
this death siege two hours ago, I tested my luck, and SURE/SHORE
FUCKING ENOUGH, GOOD PEEPS, IT WAS MINUS FUCKING 12, hay; what did
you expect; a lolly pop from Saint fucking Nick, or a free blow job
from the top ten models in Manhattan??????????????????????????????
Say it Dawn and fucking cunt Daddy, YO, 'SHEEEEEEIT'!
FOLKS,
I HAVE A VERY POWERFUL FEELING, AND LOTS OF GAWNUM ACTIVITY AS WELL,
THAT THIS PART OF RECENT BLOGGING, WAS NOT AT ALL APPRECIATED BY THE
WOMO, SO LET US REPEAT IT AGAIN ON THIS FUCKING BLOG, MY
BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before Ryan my engineer left for New York and then New Jersey, first
on studio business and then to visit his family back on the last
Christmas holiday, he had given up his nasty smoking habit, telling
me how much his girlfriend hated it, how his clothes would always
stink so badly, and he was the one, who just went and on while
outside on a ''smoke-break'', at his place on my last time there
before his trip late last year in 2012; who just went literally on
and on and on and on and on. Anyone that dead set against something,
in my opinion, doesn't quickly revert back to his old habit. He was
happy and content with his alternative treatment, the Electronic-Blue
system for smokers trying to quit. He told me when he got back, we
would work on putting my daughters' talent into the last part of the
chorus lines that he had put into his vocoder machine, by adding many
things I had told him about,and he was the one who said it would work
out real good and as soon as I could get into the studio in early
February or middle, whenever, in this year, 2013, he would fix it all
up. The entire harmony is a mere repeating machine copied from the
intro sample, ''You'll Be Crossing Over'', and the songs' title.
However, on the word ''over'', a lot of better changes were going to
be made, along with changes of other types in this chorus,
electronically. Once it is done, this bar repeats on other basic
chords and repeats again, four times total throughout the song. Some
mild improvements that would have taken a few hours and I would
gladly have paid for, caused the entire world to change, right down
to the studio suddenly overnight closing down to become some other
something, ending my ability to do projects there with him. I am with
Yogi Berra 100% on this one, not for this one incident, but because
every single time I ever try to do anything that pertains to fucking
MUSIC, the entire planet around me seems to fall apart with precision
SWISS CLOCKWORK, I mean it never ever fails, and when Dave Roth was
with me and my pal for many years, he too fell victim to this, I can
only call a supernatural curse. Eventually, even on a lousy little
income from SSI, because of my extreme ability to create electronic
parlor tricks; I will finish a completed model of my invention, once
and for all, called, ''KEYBOARDS
FROM PETA-HELL''
or KFP for short, ® 1980-2013. Now when the magnetic-percentage for
the year of 2013 began to totally fucking self destruct beginning on
the August 28 day, the same day I began dissecting the master discs
on my own stuff. Even though I
always do shit with headphones only,
somehow THEY ALAYS KNOW EVERYTHING, WHOEVER ''THEY'' REALLY FUCKING
IS. This is when all hell broke fucking loose for me, and the MPB
changed from what it had held so far at that time on the year, and
began literally fucking doubling into a horrendous monster ass fuckin
g total nightmare. But folks, this is just stuff that I want in the
back of your freaking minds while I tell you the biggest part of this
song,
and the lab
technician,
and the incredible medical-office
2008 dream
before my kidnapping by the King branch of this powerful star
traveling family. I don't expect you to believe on face value that
the great ISIS comes here to Earth in many lives, and does all of
this, I know it is all the truth, and we've known each other forever
and ever, but that';s my fucking problem. Right now, I am here to tie
something in big ass fucking ultra hyper time for all of you, whether
you ever GET IT or not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you all should know
if you have followed me with any attention at all; beginning on the
night of 4 June in 1983, 365 months and 3 days ago, (30 years, 5
months, 3 days) at half past ten at fucking night on a warm dark
summer night, while residing in a nice split level rental home, in
Atco, New Jersey;owned by Gerald Pliner; I was suddenly struck down
like out of the famous sixties supernatural soap television show
called 'DARK
SHADOWS',
when the witch, played by Lara Park, character named Angelique, did
witchcraft on her lover, played by Jonathan Frid, character named
Barnabas Collins, and she placed a handkerchief around a toy soldier
that he used to play with as a young boy, and began choking and
pulling it around the soldier's neck. Suddenly Barnabas grew deathly
ill and nearly died, choking horrifically from this witchcraft
attack, and finally, in the nick of time, Angelique changed her mind
and undid the deed, removing the handkerchief from the toy soldier,
and Barnabas miraculously recovered as though nothing at all had ever
happened. Now taking this further still, I had been messing around
with powers that went beyond even these fictional witch's junk on the
television show. Between Privecode and Magnesonic all hooked up
together with other inventions and other items bought at various
electronic shops and places; I ad put a system together and was
actually communicating directly, with the forces of this planet's
biosphere itself, you would call this, LIGHTNING. I came to learn it
was a female entity with a great intelligence, but was a young female
and extremely mischievous. There are those who are out here reading
my blogs who know just how totally real my words fucking are. They do
all that they can to fuck with me, hack me, discredit me, discourage
me, and ruin me, because should I ever get this exposed to the world,
all the UFO shit put together and multiplied 88 ways back from Sunday
noon, would be watered down piss flavored bug juice fro our summer
camp days, folks; next to this ISIS
GODDESS,
from Gary-7 Mission Earth Star Trek, Serious Satellite radio and XM
'Exim Ratio' of the 'Permission Barrier', that I sent before any of
their copycat junk was ever made known to the world, in 1994. Still
this is nothing, I could go on a year typing how things all connect,
and how I was ripped off on hundreds of things that many now take
total credit for and of course, live in style with millions and
billions, while I live in perpetual fucking ass poverty and
jeers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the real powerful shit is the great
Lab Technician of the great book called, 'The Permission Barrier'',
written about a decade to the day, that I had interacted with this
wonderful Goddess ISIS, for the first of several times in this
universe, and infinite times in infinite other close-in parallel
ones, and on top of that, in infinity or on the Astral -Plane, where
we live endlessly together in HER GREATY CITY, known by some few
mortal world awake enlightened folks, spoken in English translation,
SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
meaning Astrally, literally; CITY
OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE,
where there, she uses her CITY NAME of Jehovah. Everyone needs a
registered city name to reside in this fantastic heavenly place.
Without it, when caught illegally there a fourth time you are
automaticly sentenced to a region known as DOGTOWN, so horrible that
I could type torturous hellish nightmare words forever, and you would
still need to experience this hellishness to have it register inside
your awake brain, and then you would most likely go stark raving mad
for the rest of your human existence. But while here in present life,
unlike while here as Sarah Nurockey from Atlantic City in the
sixties; ISIS has only a few scattered memories and dream fragments
of her true all powerful identity in higher truth, just enough to let
her know even as a tiny toddler, how special she is, and always will
be, and knew all along that she would be a tremendously successful
person in the physical world during this human incarnation. But a
very strange man with very strange eyes, told me a powerful truth,
two and a half years ago, when we got together on a holiday, to go
see a local band perform, down along the Fort Pierce Inlet, right
past the foot of the South Hutchinson Island Bridge, and the Coast
Guard Station. After we got back in my vehicle and I was driving him
home just west past the on-ramps for Interstate-95, and it's time to
let it out. He said he has an invention that people from places all
over the hyperspace are monitoring him so that he will not break the
maximum for hyperspace travel alterations per trip. It seems there is
an established average per-trip max out point for just how much you
may do that may make alterations and create larger outward timeline
expanses and more and more parallel realities as a result. Robert
McGuire was the one managing this for this local area, don't even
ask, the area would not make a lot of sense, it does not even remain
stable. Now this man wears dark glasses, night and day, and if he
takes them off, his eyes shine like two kit up huge sparkling gems
inside his eye sockets. He is not a human being, and he lives right
here in this town. He asked me if I had a few minutes to come in to
where he lives in his own small dwelling on a large estate of farms
just beyond the highway down west on Orange Avenue, and then to the
north a bit. It is big, and his family is loaded. He does things that
make no sense, and seems to have just what he needs, no more, no
less, and although he is well into his fifties, he appears very young
and has a full head of long bright yellow hair that is not dyed or
faked, like my billionaire distant cuzz. Anyhow, I went in and he
handed me a soda, and he said to me, I and some of the witnesses have
read you on the web. Don't you know what happened? I said to him,
''What do you mean billy?''. He then said something along the lines
of, you were teaching those who read your blogs how to do the
Fascitar Ancient traveling, and the great Babylonian Goddess
practiced it as a result, and then came to you in your ''dreams''
just as you taught her to do it. I thought I was gonna' fucking piss
my pants and dropped the soda can down on his end table and starred
at him for a while with my mind blown. Then he added just this and
after that, asked me to go home and ponder on all of it. He said,
''She is the only one on this Earth that can ever take away your
choking problem, but in order for her to do it, she'd have to come
out and admit to being the Goddess ISIS. She won't do that for you, I
know her, she is here to stay this time longer than ever before,
about 85 years''. I asked if there is any advice he could give me,
and he replied along the lines of, she's watching everything you do
and hears all that you say, day and night, even in your thoughts, and
you can never escape her, and she will never ever help you with your
choking condition even though she is the only one in the world who
fully knows it is all the truth and all of it is real and that you
are not just some nut case. While I stood at his door and he was
practically throwing me out at this int, telling me he had to be
somewhere soon and needed to get ready; I said one more thing to him.
I did not tell him all about the song from 1983 or my conversations I
had while she was playing Lab Technician; but I said I might
electronically make up some songs and smoke her out, using her voice,
after all the same forces messed with her too, and this is what she
seemed to be talking to me about in those wild medical office dreams
in 2008. Then with practically a shove out the door, Billy retorted
in a calm and less loud voice than earlier, ''I AM ISIS, I AM JESUS
CHRIST, I AM SARAH NUROCKEY, all using the body right now of your
friend Billy. He then took off his wild shades and stared into my
eyes until they felt burnt as though I had just starred too long at
the sun. He walked me to my car parked a few yards away from his
door, leaving me ready to drop dead. His final words to me were, I
will forget I told you any of this as Billy if we ever see each other
again, Yancy. I climbed into my vehicle, and his words to me, after
closing my car door, with the window down on the drivers front seat
side; were along the lines of, you probably won't see me again and
that might be for the best. If you play your little game with music,
remember what your ADA friend told you when you phoned him from the
park that day in the middle nineties? I had never told him a thing
about that incident near National Park, Redbank, New Jersey late in
th year of 1994, the end of October, when Ron Wirtz, the Camden
County Prosecutor ADA told me from a pay phone where I had just
called him from one late afternoon and told about how bad my enemies
were and how seriously they were stalking me and violating my civil
rights, and he said to me, ''Mark, if you test them, they're going to
give you a reaction''. That is an honest direct quotation of what he
told me that day 19 years ago. I said back to him after starting my
car up and throwing it out of park and into drive, foot still on the
brake pedal, ''Billy, what do you mean''? His answer was said while
he was walking away from me towards his dwelling on this huge farm
ranch property, that I again can quote as it hangs in my mind to this
second like a pile of cement holding my feet into a vat of pig shit;
''You know what you can do and you know what they won't let you do,
and you need to become a Jehovah's Witness and be under the umbrella
of our church, and never again so much as think about any of these
things again. With that he was gone and in his house behind a closed
door, and I was driving slowly away and off of this ranch; all like
something out of a movie like 'Mannix', 'Hitchcock', and 'L&O',
all three rolled the fucking hell into one. I was going to get this
shit off my chest sooner or later, and this was just the time that I
knew I felt was right for doing so.
Now
we are gonna' fucking talk some powerful turkey folks. I asked GAGA
KITTY just way this assault struck me at just past fucking one this
dam ass morning, and he said to me, ''MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW, PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER--------385''.
My
match-book of listed items for this number are as follows, ladies and
gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!
HALLOWEEN
DAY, CASSETTE
TAPE,
AREA
FIFTY ONE,
PEE, GOD, and there are some other less pertinent ones as well. The
underlined two above are obvious to a retarded mother fucking moron
imbecile, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
folks, I also decided to ask a powerful question regarding another
utility attack from back on the morning of pearl Harbor Day in late
1996. Let me explain, YO. The morning that I awoke out of a powerful
DREAMIN G INTERACTION on the day of 7 December, 1996, where I was
playing a game on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City with the great Sarah
Krassle, that she called, “Guess the Name of the Guests'', I talked
my mom into coming with me to 10-SC Avenue, and we drove down to
Atlantic City, and just as I came up to where the Trump Plaza Casino
area is on Pacific Avenue, the light burned me and turned red real
suddenly, and when I stopped, a few seconds later, my car stereo in
that vehicle was also struck with an attack from the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, out of the fucking blue and died. So after asking
why this attack from just a couple hours back was given to me, I
asked what this other attack from 1996 was all about. My GAGA KITTY
CAT responded as follows:
''MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBER------------------------------725''.
My
match-book of listed items for this number are as follows, ladies and
gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
FLORIDA, THE VOID, VERSION, 2008,
SARAH
KRASSLE SANG,
CAREY
CURLY EINSTEIN MESSAGE,
and there are some other less pertinent ones as well. Again I
underline those that are really major, not that they all aren't,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
anyone can be a doubter in MORIANITY, should make the Almighty say,
''Gee whiz, now I don't feel so bad, Sharon Horror-House of
HTHS!!!!!!!!
BOY
COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE
WOW.
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
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