Friday, June 26, 2020

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 10








POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 10



8:12 AM, 26 JUNE, 2020, FRIDAY











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









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









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









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













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









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





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



Wednesday evening







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(WASHINGTON) -- The third Democratic debate, hosted by ABC News and Univision, on Thursday will feature a single night of debate between the top 10 highest polling candidates -- the smallest roster yet in the third matchup of Democratic National Committee-sanctioned primary debates, with a field that still counts 20.
Join us at 7 p.m. Thursday for pre-debate coverage, then at 8 p.m. for the debate.
The 10 candidates certified by the Democratic National Committee to participate in the debate, hosted by ABC News in partnership with Univision, will appear on stage in the following order, from left to right:
  • Minnesota Sen. Amy Klobuchar
  • New Jersey Sen. Cory Booker
  • South Bend, Indiana, Mayor Pete Buttigieg
  • Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders
  • Former Vice President Joe Biden
  • Massachusetts Sen. Elizabeth Warren
  • California Sen. Kamala Harris
  • Entrepreneur Andrew Yang
  • Former Texas Rep. Beto O'Rourke
  • Former Housing and Urban Development Secretary Julián Castro
In the two prior debates in Miami and Detroit earlier this summer, the current two polling front-runners never tangled on the same stage. But in September, Biden and Warren are set to clash for the first time -- putting the ideological divide within the Democratic Party front and center.
Biden will be sandwiched between both progressive stalwarts Warren and Sanders, who have avoided criticizing each other so far this cycle, and who even teamed up to champion their shared vision for transformative progressive reform during the July debate.
In the lead up to the debate, Biden has been faced with questions over his many gaffes -- most recently, calling the president "Donald Hump" during a speech before the New Hampshire Democratic Party state convention. He chalked it up to a "Freudian slip" and when pressed on his mistakes during an appearance on the The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, he said, "Any gaffe that I have made, and I've made gaffes, like every politician I know has, have been not about the substance of issue, been about other - I'm trying to talk about what other people have done.”
Warren, amid her summer surge that puts her in the top three in recent polls, is expecting a new round of criticism from the other contenders.
"I think it’s because I get out and talk about what's broken, and have real plans to fix it. And I'm building a grassroots movement to get it done,” she said of her rise, before telling ABC News over the weekend her approach for this debate hasn't changed
Biden, with a target on his back, is expected to have to fend off attacks from all sides with Harris, Booker, Buttigieg and Yang all armed with fresh ammunition. Klobuchar is another middle-of-the-road candidate who might take aim at a progressive agenda that touts Medicare for All and free public college tuition.
Castro and O'Rourke, both appearing in their home state, are also on the same stage again, potentially teeing up another wrangle between the two Texans over immigration.
More recently, however, O'Rourke has turned his focus to another issue: gun reform. He's spent the past few weeks traveling to states outside of the first month of the primary calendar -- focusing on a message of commonsense gun control, from background checks to mandatory buybacks of assault-style weapons, in the wake of a mass shooting in his native El Paso that killed 22 people.
The debate format will be one minute and 15 seconds for direct responses to questions and 45 seconds for responses and rebuttals. Candidates will have the opportunity to deliver opening statements, but there will be no closing statements.
As previously announced, ABC News Chief Anchor George Stephanopoulos, ABC News World News Tonight Anchor and Managing Editor David Muir, ABC News Correspondent Linsey Davis and Univision Anchor Jorge Ramos will moderate.
The debate will be held at Texas Southern University, a public, historically black university, and will air from 8 to 11 p.m. ET across ABC, Univision with a Spanish translation, locally on KTRK-TV and on ABC News Live. The streaming channel is available on the ABCNews.com, Good Morning America and FiveThirtyEight websites and mobile phone apps, as well as Hulu Live, The Roku Channel, Facebook Watch, AppleTV, Amazon Fire TV, YouTube, Apple News, and Twitter.
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Yes my mother fucking brain is starting to go cunt lapping bonkers. I kept wondering why I could not find the debates on my Comcast Television info system tonight. There is a very good 'rational and logical reason' although admitting it makes me feel mother fucking totally stupid and foolish, yo yo yo yo yo y yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not the twelfth day of September. It is TERROR DAY 11 or BOTBAR NUMBER!!!!!!!!! That is why I cannot find the info on my TV system for tonight, because this is NAUT tomorrow night, ass-wipe stupid fucking Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shit like fucking this makes you realize that you are slowly being cunt lapping driven out of your mind by this horrendous monstrous evil wicked diseased MILITUFORCE (MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, OR THE M2F), and oh for the sake of bloody Mary, Mother Mary, Blessed Mary AKA Marylou Carpenter of 'Naz', and not ever forgetting, 22nd granny Queen Mary of Scotland, not Yard, Sir Ron Wirtz of the illustrious and ever great CCPO, up in Camden, New Jersey, I must keep fighting them or they will indeed ROB ME OF WHAT'S LEFT OF MY MOTHER FUCKING PATHETIC SANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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















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















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



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













































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









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



STINKING TO DOGTOWN BEEGEE, YO!





POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 9



8:55 PM, 25 JUNE, 2020, THURSDAY









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



TEMPERATURE---91

HEAT INDEX---107

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---67%

WIND---E AT 12 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS

PREDICTED HIGH---93

LONG RANGE WEATHER PREDICTIONS:

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





















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












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













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

















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











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



















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













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











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









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























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

THE PROBLEM IS THAT I DO NAUT, MIZZ B.





POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 8



1:30 PM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY











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

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







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





9:25 AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY











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























MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:





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







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















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







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









































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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


























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









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









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



























STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE, AND



END TRANSMISSION.

















12:10 AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY



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



UP 400-700 POINTS MONDAY

UP 1200-2900 POINTS ON THE WEEK







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



UP JUST OVER 153 POINTS, LOVELY GINA!

I TOLD YOU, MY GORGEOUS MUSCLE GIRL!



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









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











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









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



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





1:39 AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013

ALL DOTS ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THINGS.





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







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



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





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





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















GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5



10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013











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





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



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



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

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









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













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











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



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







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



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



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

















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





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

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





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





















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







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Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.










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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































































































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IN KEEPING ALL BANKS INCLUDING TYRA'S HAPPY,

'MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN'



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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









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









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









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









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
















I'LL SAY IT THREE TIMES OVER, CUZZ!








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











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











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









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









ARTICLE 1:









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







ARTICLE 2:



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









ARTICLE 3:





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











ARTICLE 4:







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









ARTICLE 5:





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





ARTICLE 6:





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












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







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I'M LYIN', I'M DYIN'. WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho! The answer is never to keep doing the same thing forever when it is getting a person absolutely no place at all. So I may have to invest a little money to attempt to expand the viewership of this damn blog. WOW SHERIFF, are me' damn MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES/Black-Hat HACKERS using that rotten ass SPACE-BAR-HACK on me today. But then kind sir, SOSO-WEIN???









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A major COMPUTER HACK is happening to me SHERIFF KEN MASCARA. I am having problems trying to post up me' mother fucking whittle bwog, oh boy, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD????????? Let's 'DAMN' try again, yo!







END TRANSMISSION.



Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”


(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)


BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.







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          • anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
    You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:



BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????









































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Hey so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!

I AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I AM JUDGMENT PROOF, KATY!



AUGUST 6, 2014,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!











It hit 87 or so with a heat index well into the nineties, but then got cloudy and cooled down real nicely. That is NAUT on AUGUST 6, 2014, but up here in February of 2020. But what is really the difference when everything is all in our head, via SPACE-TIME-MIND for crissake?






























































































































































































































































There also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but still, Briscoe, I wish you were my personal fucking detective, Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!








JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin, Mizz Sabrina Dark Shadows Collins???



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And a bigger offender to me personally, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year before that, Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. But the powers they have is a subject for a brand new expanded level, that I can only hope to touch on about a millionth of a percent tonight, YO!







Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















After viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite my absolutely not believing in this, or shall I say, on its face value of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya), as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient, along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings, covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to do so; JUST AS ALL OF YOU DO, when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote only what I have named this, ESS. All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the Death Angel is going past me on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks, agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me, Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows. It's fucking disgusting, just how accurate all of this information, depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life, and yet when this new shit is added into the mix of enlightenment; things fucking clear up for me at warp fucking speed, my fiends and my friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education, and they threw you into special education way back in the end of 1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965 through June 1966, they threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey! Well, you would be right. I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up around 1972 and into 1973, as I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL. I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly? Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just shut up like none of this mother fucking unfathomable shit ever went down around me, YO?









Yes lads and lassies; this was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU; CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW. So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?















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





CHAPTER 13







7:39 A.M.

SATURDAY, 15 FEBRUARY, 2020





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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN













SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes the temps went even higher than predicted and the heat index was in the mid nineties to the southern part of my county, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USA. But then, it cooled down and clouded over, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I know that a whole fucking goddamn lot of folks are saying: Mark you fuckiGN asshole

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Now the dude that night late in 1984 while I resided in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, who called me an asshole because I made a turn that he did not like in Fairview one early evening, but that I had every goddamn legal right to make, can go STRAIGHT TO MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN and I hope that he does, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!









I will be doing some real fucking brain breaking shortly about just why the great cohesiveness of peeps in my past all becoming huge hot shots or in the case of a very few such as poor pitiful Mister Mike Gutherman, they go down the toilet in the ultimate bi-polar truth that seems to work as some unexplainable deflection shield radiating all around me and projecting out to anyone who makes contact for any significant length of time!









This will really break some brains, so I warn folks that when I do get into this fucking shit yo, please be good and ready. Be awake, be ready with lots of coffee or tea and have no damn weird drugs or alky around to get even more screwed up on as I tell it all. That, you may all take right here and now, as Mountainpen's ultimate caviet emptor warning, oh lovely Paula King, and poor pitiful Sir Regis TD Philbin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot of it connects right up to the great Peruvian trips taken by Mister New Age Author Redfield and his great science of applied synchronicity, as well as Mountainpen and Morianity's towel-seepage-effects, in the world of applied Hyper-Space-Mechanics! I'll tell you all right now that you will reanalyze many things in your own lives and in your own dreams, unless of course you happen to be one of those who consciously blocks out the “dreaming-channel”. I say to all of them, “Lucky lucky UUUUUUUUUU”. But for the majority of folks, you won't ever see life in the same way when I write it all down for you, so if that prospect offends or bothers you in some way, please don't read it when it comes down the blogger pike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!























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MISERABLE FUCKING JANE THISTLETHORNS SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE GOT ME WITH PAGE ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN OF ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN, SO THERE WAS MY COCK KNOCKING MOTHER HUMPING COMPENSATION, OR ME' CUNT PHLEGM RAPE SHUN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























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