POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 11
9:13
AM, 28 JUNE, 2020, SUNDAY
Last
night was another heavy nightmare time, of my spirit exploring
hyperspace, and in numerous quite unpleasant locales, with peeps who
are anything but nice to me. My mom said it so damn perfectly all
throughout my young life, and even well into my damn adulthood.
“Life is so unfair because things should get
easier as we get older, only they dont. They get harder and harder”.
That is just about if not, A PERFECT
QUOTATION. Not only must I suffer with horrendous rotten
people while awake, but while asleep most times also. When I was
taking my prescribed anti-anxiety medication, one side effect benefit
to it was a lessening by far of these unpleasant nocturnal memories
upon awakening. This in effect is almost as if it never happens. It
works no differently than the man who owns a home with hidden
treasure in his attic behind a panel wall and lives there his entire
life but completely unaware of the treasure being there and right in
his potential grasp. However, there are still towel-seepage-effects,
and that no one can escape from (TSE). Still, I'd rather have that
and not know all of the why's going on around me here while awake, if
it meant getting a nice break from my horrible fucking life for seven
hours out of the twenty-four hour daily cycle. This is what Sir Eddie
Himacane and I had several discussions about, and his final words on
the topic each and every time were, “Mark, they can't get at me, I
don't DREAM”. And for about 90% accuracy, his statement is fully
correct. As stated however, the other ten percent that Morianity
calls the TSE, that is something that none of us can or do ever
escape in our human lives. I've told lots of things concerning this
topic, and many of the mysterious shy's have indeed been explained to
my Blogaudians. Also, I've watched Biblical Scriptures literally come
alive pertaining to dreams and prophecy, all throughout the New
Testament. The only problem is the Roman Catholic Church and their
Canonization processes of using as a final Bible product, our
presently used sixty-six books, doesn't include lots of things that
delve into the mechanics to exactly why the hyperspace works as it
does, so that these dreams indeed can explain many things, such as my
huge music amp being placed into my apartment and the maintenance
peeps insisting that it be in here and used that day in that
horrendous nightmare, and then an hour or less after coming awake
and going through the waking day, all hell broke loose with that all
day party and blaring monstrous music. I am way more interested after
a lifetime of experiencing full blown transdimensional interconnected
hellishness such as that wicked day, of being able to dissect it all
and fully or at least to a great deal, be able to understand just
what is going on around me, first “out there”, and then “back
here”; OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! One
thing that I have come to understand just this year of quintessential
misery, is that what counts the most is the basic locale in
hyperspace that my Morianity has attempted to divide in two sections
that are labeled LOCALIZED hyperspace
and DISTANT hyperspace. This is more
important than all of the smaller details after that such as the
actual experiences in these locales of 'our dreams'. Once we enter a
zone that is outside the localized area, things never have to make as
much connected-sense with our waking world self because the ratio of
connectiveness is absolutely mathematically integrated into the
distance away from us in the 5th dimensional hyperspace.
As we move farther out away from waking reality, where chairs turn
into dogs and sofas into Toby-Couches and pizza pies into out
granny's face, and along these lines, we also literally move into an
ever widening effects-ratio where things there have less and less
connective significance with things here, or concentrically, as we
are in shallower and more localized locales where things only differ
such as floor plans in our homes or having different spouses or
children and so forth, the connectiveness to the effects or the TSE
also become greater. This ratio is absolutely perfect. I have a
re-start fucking program that is annoying me, so I am going t allow
the machine to do its thing as once before when I kept postponing its
stupid ass program, I lost some unsaved parts to my blog, and I don't
like repeating bad fucking history. I'll get into last night's
unpleasant shit when I return, as it involved Julia White, Sidney
Crown, Ann and Dawn King, and some other extremely rotten shit that
needs to be discussed in terms of TSE and the 5th
dimension. Okay the stupid computer geeky shit is over. It all has to
do with new junk like Microsoft Edge, and other junk that is just
wasting my time. I need to tell things of cosmic proportion now, and
I don't need annoying doghouse sweepers, or repressed family memories
from dreams; or any other crap. Last night, I
had some real doozie-whopper DREAMS. Before getting into them
and how they pertain to the ever progressing Morianity related
dogshit; I need to remind people that all of life is a learning
curve, and that in one way or another, all of
us are making it up as we go along. If this weren't the case,
then the only alternative truth is that we are waking up with total
and full knowledge of all the details to how our lives will proceed
until we climb right back into bed again, and the cycle would repeat
from there, as in that new age expression we all are hearing now so
ofter, you know, “Rinse and repeat”.
Tee-Hee-Hee, Mizz Lilly Munster from
the nineteen-sixties!
Part
of this nightmare was my double, back again living with those monster
people from Dogtown, Ann and Dawn King of
Berryville-Hammonton, and who originally hailed from none
other than thirty miles east of there in good old lovely, world
famous and quite illustrious, Atlantic
City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. People claim that only an
insane mind makes such big deals out of locations or for that matter,
dates, times, numbers, all of it. The American Psychiatric
Association or (APA) for short absolutely considers these things to
be along the lines of their many numerous recognized mental
illnesses or magical thinking and psychotic delusions related in one
way or another to the illness of schizophrenia. This is partly why I
have been collecting disability from the Social Security
Administration, since the autumn of 1995, with a short period where I
was taken off of it, while employed full time
with the great illustrious Assets Protection Security Company of
Pennsylvania. But getting back to my doppelganger living again
with Ann and Dawn King, we were in some area that the gods only know,
and the layout appeared to be like a large mobile home, and Dawn did
not have the same husband there who was Mister Louis Laines from
Guatemala, but instead a large heavy set young man, also of South
American descent, and they were, as they did here as well, always
getting into knock down drag out fights. I was always trying to take
my morning shower and clean up in the only bathroom, and always gave
notice for when I was about to go in, and yet every time, they fucked
it up for me and I had to stay dirty, and it was beyond extremely
unpleasant for me to say the very least. Also in this nightmare from
Dogtown was my mom's old boyfriend, Mister Sidney (Cohen) Crown. He
would come over and talk to my double, or me, about none other than
the great VIQUEEN
HERSELF, lovely Mizz Jewelly
White, and also, an entire group of other family related
people, other related family WHITE'S; and how they in some weird way
were all connected with him, Sir Sidney Crown.
He got talking to me about all sorts of really far out shit, but it
all related to that topic; and it got more and more extremely
unpleasant as it went along. In this reality here, Mister Crown did
come back into my life one day while residing at 506 Robin Hill
Apartments, as it seems that when my mom got off of the PATCO
Lindenwold High Speed Line Train System at the Ashland Station that
is four blocks from the far western property line of the Robin Hill
Apartments, he spotted her, and they got talking, and she got into
his car and he then drove to our apartment there. He was every bit as
annoying and obnoxious as he was when I was in my middle teens, and
this was when I was in my middle late twenties in the spring time of
1984. Good old 1984, huh ESS, Comcast?
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WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
10:14
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
28
JUNE, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA,
ESMWG
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POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME
CHAPTER
11
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SUNDAY,
JUNE 28, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
FIRST
QUARTER MOON
Yes
please do naut think me to be an ungrateful miserable old turd
sniffing wretch heredahelda and HERE me BRO;
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a BIG ASS BUTT, and yes, but; I do
naut understand how to work your three pieces of black cloth, maybe I
am just a fucking stupid ass worthless wehtahd or sompem, yo!!!!!!!!
Still, I will now publicly thank the Allegany
Franciscan Ministries for their generosity in giving me these
'whatever's'! I was shown however by the Office Manager how to use
the slits on each side of these masks to place them over me' ears as
they widen and stretch over the ears. Whenever I go to any public
place, I do wear my mask. I am not a
total fucking idiot moron, like the Earthly chaptered Briggbase
Personnel, and their Master-Controller (leader) all are, yo brah.
I love shit when it
has logical explanations, and despite many peeps the world over who
endlessly believe that the MOUNTAINPEN is a nut case whack job, who
enjoys his sicko weird life of epitomized conceivability; I am almost
giddy with fucking hyper-space-mechanical joy, or other JRSS related
high schools of entertainment; when shit indeed has a rational and
explainable reality behind it, that I'm able to discern. I am now
getting another, and this time, A MAJOR DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, this time
on me' mother fucking LEFT SIDE, YO! Get fucking lost you goddamn
prick Morty, willya'??????!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the moon phases of changing
hyperspace situation that I blogged about before seems to have a very
logical and rational bunch of reasoning behind it. It seems that I
occasionally paste in the wrong lunar calendar as I do not redo it
every time I do a blog, and I use the repopulated method of pasting
in old master sheets from prior blogs. Even dumb ass me knows how to
do re-populations on word processing systems. But I do sometimes
paste in from a blog that is too many back from the present one being
worked on, and then I got the wrong amounts of the four phases out of
the eight that do not have merely one phasing amount as do the new
moon, first quarter, full moon, and last quarter. The other
in-between phases can have 5 or 6 or 7 phases depending on the way
the calendar all fits together. This is not so much different from
the EDITOR'S CUT in various TV shows and even movies. Many times they
are a little bit different, and that is not high school musical or
HSM connected with or without any thrills or joys or Disney copycats
from Dogtown to Halloweentown. No folks, you have just totally pegged
the MOUNTAINPEN all wrong when you keep insisting that I love WEIRD.
I despise damn WEIRD, and I only wish on an hourly basis that I
could somehow, some day, HAVE A MOTHER FUCKING
NORMAL WAY OF LIFE. What a goddamn
fucking total miracle that would be for poor
little pitiful me; lovely Linda Ron!!! Morty
is everywhere.
No
one can make up anything,
and no one can scramble anything beyond the cosmically recognizable
truths that lay within all and any items. No, I
was not told that by Alpha-Deep-6. He did send me electronic
mail years ago in the early twenty-teen years, but that was all. I
had powerful reasons for doing and saying everything, as well as
temporarily confusing the M2F enemies,
by saying that he was the one who told that to me. In the summer time
of 1997, and approximately a year after moving into that Somerdale
NJUSAESMWG DEATH HOUSE on the corner of Yale
and Harvard Avenues; Mister David Charles Roth and I, had many
talks in the area of Warren Grove, New Jersey, at a place we called,
“HIGHPOINT”; and that Dave had named
it so. It was on public pine barrens property, a little bit shy of
the gate into a military war-games ops location. Dave
'poo-pood it' when I tried to tell him how we could use the PHASE-4
reality of truth against our M2F enemies, and for our mutual
advantage. He was unable to
understand how it truly works, and hey, that's okay; because
it wasn't meant to be; lovely Doris
Day of Samsung Futures. Still, we all know now, or this
Blogaudian-ship does aniwho, that
Sir Pres-#45, Donald
John
Trump,
has indeed lived by this code, and he uses it every
single mother fucking day!!!!!!! None of this is a joke,
and the great Blue Media Press will
continue to underestimate both him, as well as this ultimate
Astral-Plane Technology USED BY HIM, laughable on the
Earth-Planet perhaps; and yessir great world, it
matches great Bible Scriptures 100% accurately. You know, the
ones about Earthly wisdom being foolishness to God, and God's
ASTRAL wisdom being foolishness to us Earthers!!!!! You
can learn more things form those incredible fucking “L&O”
Television Shows than any of you out here could ever possibly
imagine. It truly is inconceivable and beyond unfathomable, and that
does not count the way the show appears to know lots of secret and
forbidden information on both my family and
my daughter's family, and sort of just saying those words
is kind of a quintessential oxymoron, don't you think? The
“LAST TRUMP”, well,
there was one incredible Televangelist who is in madly in love as
they all seem to be, with this Master-Controller
of the Briggbase-Minority, of the Capitol
Province Political System of the Purgatory, who understood
the great Biblical message to both the musical connections as well as
the names involved there, yo!!!!!! But as for that 'Law
& Order' episode, in middle October of 2009, and its
powerful connected truths with all of these wild items that I suffer
through; well, this all speaks for itself, and
quite goddamn loudly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A powerful strange new
HACK just happened on this fuckign cunt cum-puke-her. When
I RED-COLOR-FONT altered the name of Sir TRUMP above, the
entire following paragraph, right up to the first half of the word
“BRIGGBASE”; was altered into a BLUE FONT,
all by itself. I will now call this should it repeat and it
most likely fucking will, the (COLORING-HACK), yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!However you slice all of this shit up all these years
since it began to really strike me so incredibly hard after August
of 1986; this entire Earthly
fucking nightmare
around
me is one huge and
gargantuan game that this Morianity and Head-Morian, Mountainpen, has
labeled and named in these blogs of nearly a decade and a half now,
the “GASME GODS GAMES”, as in
two and tow and use
and sue, and games and gas me,
and on and on and on, and on an don an don an don!!!!!! Only
it is getting very old, and has become far beyond just
annoying; progressing long long fucking cunt ago, into total
criminality and major illegal elder abuse, to
put it in VERY POLITE TERMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
all of this isn't even saying anything!
We
have not yet started opening up doors!
THE
END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN
AS SHIT.
Jun
21, 2020 11:00 AM – Jun 28,
2020 10:00 AM
|
A
blog with an average page-view stat in the six
thousands when shit is ordinary so far as Mountainpen's
standards in his life, and then drops to the four
thousands when shit picks up major hyper ultra big ass
time in his miserable rotten life; simply has absolutely no rhyme nor
rational mother fucking explanation whatsoever for that occurrence,
and we all know it unless we're totally brain-dead!!!!!!! Oh
Donna's GREAT SIGNALS!!!!!!
STATS
ARE FROM: CNN &
John Hopkins U.
GET
LOST MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO, YO!
And
speaking of groupations of thousands of people here, CNN now tells us
that >126,000 Americans have fucking
perished from this horrendous CVGP problem. Did anyone in
their wildest fucking nightmares in late 2001 after we had just lost
just under 3,000 AMERICAN PEOPLE,
ever in their wildest fantasies or dreaming nightmares, believe such
a thing to be possible, yo?????????? If someone told me that then
about now, I would have told them they are a nut, and to go away and
leave me the fucking hell alone.
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
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IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THIS
IS A FORTY-TWO TO ONE (911) RATIO, YO!
THE
END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN
AS SHIT!!!
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