POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 15

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 15

12:58 AM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY

The weather report for yesterday, as it now is early on the 2^nd of July at approximately thirteen minutes past one in the dick licking morning; is as goddamn ass follows:

WEDNESDAY, 1 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.

TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---1:15 PM

TEMPERATURE---94

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---94, ON THE HIGH

HEAT INDEX---107

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---54%

WIND---SW AT 11 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---29.99 AND FALLG

AIR QUALITY---GOOD

SUNRISE/SUNSET---***-***

VISIBILITY---10 MILES

DEWPOINT---75

PREDICTIONS---80% CHCE OF RAIN AND HEAVY T-STMS, TONIGHT'S LOW 74, WITH A 20% RAIN CHCE, AND WINDS SW 5-10 MPH. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY HIGHS AT 93.

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, JULY 2, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 1:00 AM, ON 2 JULY, 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 BEYOND SUPER BOTBAR MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE, OF JULY 1^st 2020; WITH MAJOR NOISE SIEGE IN MY PHA BUILDING WITH NABES FROM HELL IN UNITS #605 AND #610, FOR TOTAL ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION COUNTERSTRIKE, 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

The WOMO-MILITUFORCE GAVE ME SUPER HARASSMENT AND A SUPER OFF THE SCALES MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, opening up three magnetic percentage botbar quantum realities against me; botbaring my fucking first JULY DAY, my first day of the second half of super Satanic and wicked 2020, and also my first day of the third quarter of this YEAR OF TOTAL FUCKING HELLISHNESS!!!!!!

Eventually, me' 'MAGGIE' will successfully counterstrike, and get some beyond mother fucking major ass revenge for what is being done to me; wiping out and devastating, and obliterating and destroying MY ENTIRE CUNT LAPPING LIFE FOR NEARLY 66 YEARS NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

This will be “ONE OF THOSE BLOGS” folks, so if ya' ain't in da' fucken' mood for it, come back when you goddamn are, me' BRRRRR!!! I won't be taking a whole lot of cock sucking prisoners on this blog, so pweeeeeeeeeze be braced, forewarned, and in total receipt of this legally proclaiming caveat emptor; me fwolks out here!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS & KABOOM.

Blogs from this point on will work a little bit like watching news on television. The blogs will always tell what they need to tell, and then there will be sections that wil just continue on and be labeled such as (topic of Jewelly White), (topic of co-non-art, so-non-art), (topic of Patty & Merry), and so forth!

First for the BREAKING NEWS of the day:

As you know from my previous fucking blog, this was all set in motion from higher than the goddamn stars, to be a real DOOZIE-WHOPPER DAY FOR ME, IN THIS NON-PATTY HOLLISTER BUILDING FROM DOGTOWN ON EARHT, AKA 'HELL' ON THE MORTAL WORLD CIRCLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, it all began at about a quarter shy of fucking one of the clock on Wednesday morning with the idiot psych, Sir Donnie at the end of the hallway in unit #610, and then starting at about ten past four until nearly nine of the clock, an all goddamn day long music assault was delivered to me from Mister Mexico, but if you think this is the whole story here about this, THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, as it ain't, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!

This blog will go all the way back to the olden days of Biblical fucking Jerusalem, where my sixty first and sixty second grand parents were living, and all of Jesus's brothers and sisters that were all born after HIM, all were living, and the world famous Garden of Gethsemane. We will get into a wild bunch of matters relating to TELLOSIAN MIND CONTROL verses those REAL LIFE MC techniques, and without any open reel full track fucking tape recorders, sold at Martin Audio-Video Store of Almighty Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG!!!!! Yes, we will be discussing the story of the GREATEST KISS IN HISTORY, and how it compares with an event that occurred with me today, just last evening; and right here at this non-Patty-Hollister Building, so again, BE BRACED!!!!!!!!

The day was horrible, but the persecution on me was in two sections, the AM part, and the PM part; and this is very rare for me to have major bad days broken up like that. But the weirdness of this particular item is not the topic for present discussion, so let's move this onward shall we; me' great, illustrious, wonderful and awesome Blogaudians, yo???

First I feel the need, if not hypnotically compelled, as was the case when I sent that music project on Halloween Day of 2007 to the © Copyright Office and just HAD TO DO IT yet didn't have a clue as to why; like peeps with that weird wild mental illness called Taretz Syndrome that I most probably am misspelling here, where you have to knock on something ten times when you pass by it, or say something over and over, and so forth, and it is very difficult to beat, but I have beaten many Satanic mental problems that were with me since boyhood, as I have an inconceivably powerful amount of fuckign cunt will-power and when I set my mind to do something, boy oh boy Georgie and Uncle Billy, do I go at it with unparalleled vigor, but yes; I feel totally and absolutely compelled to open things up here by reminding all of me' viewing audience or (Blogaudians) about Magnetic Percentages and especially MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES for BOTBAR DAYS or MPBD for short, as I've talked many times over the past decade and a fuckign half on this topic and how the ENEMY WOMO-M2F does all they can when shit is at its worst with them; to use this powerful ASTRAL-PLANE TECHNOLOGY, just as applied parallel event is another APT, and that ain't fucking short for the goddamn word of apartment, and IPYT, me' peeps!!!!!

I knew that July 1, 2020 would be horrible, and it shocked me not in the cunt eating least wee whittle bitching bit when it all began at about 12:45 or so on the very morning of it with my nut case whack job nabe in unit #605, Donnie. I knew it because for the past year or so things have returned again to their worst with the M2F and myself and as I said, at the worst of times, Mister Shakespeare Sir, this is when the M2F uses this 'OTHER' APT of making sure to give me as many MPBD as is humanly or inhumanly possible, whichever fits and is closer to real-truth, whatever that is any more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also I feel compelled to utter another huge reality that I've been experimenting with and with very unsuccessful results may I add here, yo. I cannot make sense out of anything. There doesn't seem to be anything that makes this persecution on me pick up or back off, saying certain things or not saying them, doing certain things or not doing them, and so on. For some time, logic prevailed at least to some small degree, and this has all gone away in the past several years, matching the same amount of time that TRUMP has been in office, so anyone who is real quick to dismiss that as pure silly coincidence is a goddamn fuckign total fool in my opinion, for whatever that's worth!!!!! I thought that enemies did not like my blog book about Jewelly White, but things are no different at all when I stopped that book, so I will be resuming it, only as stated earlier, in sectioned groupings just as we all see things grouped and various topics of many items, on local and world news broadcasts. There are constant keywords hacked into my computer word-office program, and that much I DO KNOW, and this doesn't change. If I get on particular topics and open up new shit, and really pour on a discourse with lots of new information that these WOMO-M2F enemies don't like me spilling the beans about; all of a sudden I'll look up and see an entire page filled with red lines from words all being spliced together or what I call being hacked with the SPACE-BAR-HACK, and this is just one good example out of very many others that I could write and tell about to make my point. I am going to jump around as the mood and spirit takes me. I have some simple notes but my blog today is all up in my mind and I want to do it as the FAWCES tell me to do it.

During the music attack from Mister Mexico, Diana brought HER LIGHTNING over to visit with me, but the loud music ruined the storm for me. This is the first time in my entire life that I had some prick fucking with me while DIANA was all around me, and supposedly protecting me from ENEMIES, reminding me of a special code that SHE gave t me in 1986 while living at Barf-Karpf's rental home on Marlton Pike, AKA Route 70. SHE told me to “Lock all of my windows and doors, and be vigilant, as many enemies were around me, and planning to do harm to me, and that SHE was unable to protect me”. All things run in circles, and this is most likely why the JRSS works as it does, just as history is known for repeating itself also, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I came to learn that the Dow Jones markets were off by 77 POINTS, and this was one reason for the persecution. Watch now today and tomorrow, Thursday and Friday; as it WILL MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY SOAR!!!!!!! Everyone who has been following these blogs for 15-YEARS, knows that I am right 90% or more of the time, and no goddamn mother fucking STOCKBROKER ON THE PLANET has a 900 batting average, and anyone who believes otherwise is the biggest asshole fool in this galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now a little bit of extra behind the scenes information concerning Donnie in Unit #610. three nights before the bullshit last night, I was dreaming that I was out in the goddamn hallway and his door was open and he had some blasting music in there, and all sorts of peeps were at his door. This is sort of along the lines of what actually happened around one in the morning on Wednesday morning, as I got talking to two of his peeps or pals, or whatever. One was his medical driver who takes him to some Delray Beach, Florida, USA Medical Clinic were he sees a shrink and gets his medications, and the other dude lives here in the building and was the one who said tome as he passed by my apartment door and I had just opened it to see why the noise was going on; that “I have a crazy ass neighbor”. I told him that I didn't doubt it at all. But the entire time that he was slamming his door all morning, I knew that it would make Mister Mexico blast his shit today, and sure enough, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. Predicting the weird bizarre behavior patterns of mentally ill peeps really ain't so hard; right Mister 'L&O' McCoy; pearls, pigs, and family murderers, and next generation pigs, all notwithstanding here???????????? You truly can learn unbelievable amount of fucking shit from watching those fantastic episodes of this all-time greatest LAW SHOW that has ever been so far televised, yo yo yo BRO!!!

Most peeps in this building, for reasons that elude me beyond any possible logical rationale; are all for President Trump. I know for a fact that management loves the shit out of him. Everyone in mother fucking Florida seems to be a cock sucking asshole Republican. This is a very RED STATE of total HORROR!!! This will all dovetail and fit into shit as I keep telling the story of the day, or Dejour if we were living in that great land of endless romance, FRANCE, and I'm most likely misspelling the word!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I am indeed SO SAHWEE, Mister Japanese 'WWll' Ambassador, SIR, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had to go to my eye doctor for a new pair of eye glasses, and after I left there, I went to my local Publix Grocery Store for some goddamn needed food items. After I came home and put my food away, I sat down to watch my “L&O” TV-SHOWS on the WE-TV-NETWORK, and within a few minutes or so, POOF, Mister Mexico activated his music-noise. For the first hour or so it wasn't real loud, but after that, like kids do; they all inch it up and up, and before too long, it's fucking blasting away. So goddamn ass immature! WOW-THAT, BIG 'O'!!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is so much to this powerful story, and if peeps don't come to realize that shit in my life is endlessly beyond fucking cunt outlandish on steroids after I tell you all this story, then you're fucking all brain-dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have an American society now, where following completely logical scientific advice is considered disloyalty to the president, and also to the Republican Party. I speak of mask wearing. It is the most absurd ridiculous shit in the universe, and I know that if I live a million years more, I won't ever see anything that even closely rivals this much total insanity amongst peeps who are supposed to be adults, mature, running our government and financial systems; and on and on. I would expect behavior like this if I visited a fucking cunt looney bin, for crying out loudspeaker ass loud, but NAUT in Jewelly WHITE'S HOUSE, at 1600 Pennsy, as well as all damn over WASH YOUR HANDS WASHCLOTHS WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This EARTHYLY CHAPTERED BRIGGBASE GROUPATION is beyond outlandish and surreal. Only something such as MIND CONTROL could ever even hope to explain something like what is going on now all around us, here in mother fucking goddamn America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But when I say Mind Control, don't go thinking stupid ass shit like SYFY concepts of it such as the STAR TREK TELLOSIONS with their power of total illusion and mind trickery. There is a whole galaxy of ways to manipulate the mind, and during WWll, the great Soviets of Russia were global experts at this incredible technology. It is a combined grouping of psychology as well as fact manipulation, but it is not some 123 easy lesson. To join a group of peeps who engage in this incredible science, you would need to be way more than just a college graduate of some basicly ordinary academic course. You would need to go to 'spy-school' for five to ten years just to be 'entry level' KGB, or its outside Russian border equivalent. A child can see through all of this shit that's going on around us, only the adults areal shaking their asshole heads and are totally fucking stymied by it all, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am opening up all sorts of avenues that we'll be traveling down as more blogs continue onward, but for today, I am just removing the roadblocks and barriers so we can shortly begin our travels. Let's examine this Corona Virus situation first. We have a nation that has been completely overcome with this and calls itself the world's greatest super-power. How can we believe nonsense like this. If WWll happened right now, WE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE DEFEATED. There isn't a chance in hell that we would be the victor. We do have the greatest fighting forces, yes, and lots more, but we no longer have that same spirit that we as a collective fuckign society had back in the early nineteen-forties, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! We have 127 and a half thousand dead Americans now from this plague of microbes that are truly on a subatomic level, just an incredible grouping of beyond miniature extremely efficient micro machines, that are more complex a thousand times over, than anything yet used in our NASA Program. But we've all known about super bugs for a hundred fuckign years now. Electric medicine could wipe out all of these bugs by reprogramming these micro-machines into harmless globules that interact with our DNA in ways that enhance rather than detract from our otherwise good health. I witnessed a machine in a basement of a New Jersey home that was able to reprogram the DNA of anyone, and make them healthy and back at the age where their physical growth had ended. One treatment a month and you would live until the odds of life would destroy you such as a drive by shooting or a lightning bolt or whatever, as eventually, we all leave this dream here and are truly existing in a timeless fucking purgatory. Still, this virus could be stopped in one week and so could all other medical problems. But if you think that a huge nearly trillion dollar industry would want to be put of business, then you don't know diddly one about basic goddamn high finance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder said it better than I'll ever be able to say it, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(topic of co-non-art, so-non-art)

Before I blogged, and while watching some “L&O” on TV; I did some CNA-SNA, and yessir, I AM KICKING FUCKING ASS LIKE IT NEVER HAS BEEN KICKED BEOFRE; LOVELY SALLY STARR, AND SAM ASS-ASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did 12 groups of bets and with one hundred dollar PHR BETTING, the results went:

L-W-W-W-L-W-W-L-W-W-W-W

The amount of times that the bets were made were as follows:

5-3-5-3-7-5-3-7-7-7-5-3

The dollar amounts are based on how many times in the group that bets were won or lost and the dollar amounts of P&L are as follows for these 12 betting groups:

-100

+300

+100

+100

-100

+300

+100

-300

+500

+300

+500

+100

The total without the green vig subtractions is a net profit of:

$1,800.00

The total vig green zero number losses were as follows:

Total Vig outcomes:

4

Total vig losses to house:

$200.00

Net Profit was:

$1,800-$200=$1,600.00

Total spins:

64

Approximate averaged play time:

One Hour

$potential profit on a $100 betting level:

$1,600.00 per hour

CURVE STATS:

This curve has ranged in the 2020 year, from the one CARDDECK (GENIE-WHEEL) #A33, between 950-1,730 dollars per hour, on the $100.00 black gaming chip level. This wheel is currently at 19.397% ART in BMS GRAPH-CHARTS.

So what is mind control? This is when people such as about 30% of the American adult population, knows totally well that 127,000 of our fellow citizens have now perished from the Corona-Virus, but refuse to wear masks, or believe the virus is anything short of a hoax and a plot, to hurt Donald Trump and his chances for 2020 reelection, and defying all logic and truth; these people all have drunk some type of 'coolaide', that is misspelled, and that my goddamn fucking cheapo worthless Microsucks Spellchecker won't offer me any help at all for a correct spelling; and when it is all said and done,we all know that there are no Tallos-4 aliens and that Star Trek although a great television show, is total fiction, so what is truly happening here with all of this fucking horse shit then, yo??????????? I don't know how my automobile breaks work. I also don't know fuckign squat about a combustion automobile engine system other than for some very basic shit that any poor man finds out after decades of running piece of shit clunkers. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but folks, does this stop me from driving the goddamn fucking ass automobile????????? No, of course it doesn't for Crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So the same thing goes for the mechanics of this wild bizarre cunt eating MIND CONTROL that has seemingly TAKEN OVER THE ENTIRE AMERICAN NATION FOR YEARS NOW!!!!!!!!!!

And now for the 'DOOZIE WHOPPER' of the goddamn fucking day, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you that I went to the eye dock and then to the Publix Store. I came back here and found the Building Manager and some of the maintenance peeps here in the lobby when I came in the door to the building. This is not the first time that I ran into the manager girl and then right after that, the asshole in unit #605 cranked up his music. I know that the entire power structure of this County and Township Public housing system is behind all of my miseries of never repairing anything in my apartment, and causing me endless misery with this new nabe from HELL! After being here with the blasting hellish NOISE-MUSIC for three hours or so, and around a quarter past seven yesterday evening; I went to leave a note under the manager's door again to complain. I rolled the shopping cart that I had near my door to the elevator and vestibule area, and while I was waiting for the elevator, Mister Mexico came out of his apartment and knocked on my door. I know this in hindsight, and then, I only knew that I heard a door close, and then a knock on another door. I got downstairs and was writing my note at a desk with a pen and a piece of paper that I had brought with me. As I was writing the note, Mister Mexico got off the one of the two elevators and came right up to me and asked me if I was going to call the police on him again. I thought he was done for the day playing his shit, but he wasn't. I learned that he had knocked, and then figured that I had gone downstairs, so he took the next elevator. He acted really friendly and made me feel like a total heel. Talk about TRUMPS PEEPS and their powerful Robert McGuire magical MIND CONTROL and manipulation of people, this was absolutely fucking cake taking, and truly you would have needed to be there to see it all go down in real time to fully appreciate what is being done to me. He insisted that we shake hands, despite the virus. Then he grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. This is why I told earlier in my blog about how Jesus Christ was betrayed by the world's most fucking famous KISS, to make a point and draw a beyond powerful parallel here. But I thought we were supposed to keep our distance. These Republicans around this building are acting like we are all living on another planet, SHERIFF MASCARA, sir, and fuck the goddamn $10,000.00. I ain't got it, and I can't pay it, but there is more to that wild dream too, and yes, it all ties fucking into all of this shit as well, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! You really would have TO BE ME to fully get what I am going through, lads and lassies and Lab dogs out here, yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!

Right after that wild dream with the Sheriff last year, where we were both up in the Laurel Springs, NJUSAESMWG area, near Satar Music Store, and Interboro Savings Bank, on the JEWELLY HORSE PIKE (AKA ROUTE 30); Household Finance Company called me and harassed me, and told me that I owe them more than eight thousand dollars on an old credit card drawn on their fucking crooked bank from HELL. They never sent the law suit papers in the mail, and they never called me back; and this is a debt from late 2009, and I know it is totally illegal to persecute a person after this much time, on ANY DEBT whatsoever, unless it is the IRS or some Federal Government debt, that no one can bankrupt legally from, such as student loans, etcetera. I know the fucking cunt law, baby love!!!!!!!!!! I told you this would be a doozie-whopper blog, and it is only opening up lots of fucking foundation areas that will lead down into very long wild crazy roads that even the mighty fucking Sir Nick Cannon couldn't steal my spirit and take me on. Boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Georgie Wonderfulife! As I should have said to lovely Katy-Queen in 1997, at Abseacon's great DQ; “THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me' pernt to all of this is of course the great BIBLE and the incredible PROPHETS and PROPHECIES that are all throughout it all! The fifth dimensional Hyperspace, and all of its beyond outlandish and surreal Towel-Seepage-Effects of Hyper-Space-Mechanics, High School Musicals, and weird all-knowing news anchor peeps in Philadelphia (TSE), is so ultra complex, that no one person in a million years, could ever write a sufficient amount of texts on the topic; no matter how much that person has experienced or knows. I do know however, that mind control and manipulation, is made up of many wild and totally Earthly-taboo-forbidden pieces of wisdom and knowledge. One of these many parts and pieces is hyperspace and TSE. Another is the PHASE-4-REALITY where all things exist somewhere, and this can be in fact applied in wild ways to be able to bend truth itself, and anyone who doubts all these things and this blog, and this blogger, mountainpen, only needs to archive and carefully examine all of the writings from the time that it began on the net in early 2006, and then compare it to the modern days and times of RIGHT NOW with TRUMP, and our current nightmare shituation of all of this hellishness here in 2020!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told the great Mister Toni Bonjovi a little bit of my woes, in 2012. Big mistake. Still, we all make mistakes, and yes, we all have come to learn that vaping is just as bad as smoking regular ciggs, huh ol' buddy Ryan?

Thanks for stopping by, Avalon Recording Studio is now closed for business. If you are looking for a professional recording studio we recommend Power Station Studios in Pompano Beach, Florida. www.powerstationstudios.com

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE END OF 2014, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, GIVE OR TAKE, BASED ON THE 'PEP' AVERAGE AS WELL AS MY DAM CONTINUAL ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF NEARLY 30 YEARS, SINCE THIS ALL MOTHER FUCKING BEGAN ON AUGUST 15, 1986.

Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS NO LONGER 0808 in OHM-14, OR IN ANY OTHER YEAR, BUTT; it looks like this is going to be one hell of a scarey week for me; and without any sharks or Amittyville horrors, or burnt Carolina toast from my real ''first trip to Florida at age two or so. As I type this, I am being super mother fucking HACKED OUT, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING TO FUCKING GET THEM TO STOP THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SIR?

I AM NOT CHANGING FONT FUCKING COLOR, BOB MCDOWELL, THEY ARE DOING THIS. WHERE FUCKING ARE YOU WHEN MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING FUCKING PUMMELED TO DEATH, PAM BONDI, AG OF FLORIDA? REAL FUCKING FUNNY!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

So where were you when I needed you TWINBAY, with that positive outlook on life that you always have? Would you be telling me ''it's gonna' be all right, when I quit acting like I'm so up tight, and don't I know I'm adda sight, in THE MORNING LIGHT''? No lighthouses or lakehouses please, Microsucks Corporation. I have enough to deal with right now, lovely people!

Well, 60,600 page-views; that's quite a bit better than better than 00000. HAY BLACK HAT HACKER SCUM; GET A MOTHER FUCKING JERKED OFF LIFE, YOU ASSHOLE HUMPING LOSERS! YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO TAKE ONE MORE CUNT CHEWING BREATH, AND IF I EVER FIND YOU, I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MOTHER FUCKING BREATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The BRIGGBASE CULT, SUCKS. MANY LARGE EARTH WAKING WORLD CULTS ARE MERE BLACK OPS PARTS OF THIS ONE ALMIGHTY NASTY-ASS CULT

A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, ON CUNT LAPPING 13 AUGUST, AND IS STILL GOING ON STONG AS FUCKING DOG SHIT ON 14 AUGUST, GEE I WONDER YYYYYY, CAN ANYBODY GUESS WHAT THIS 1986-2014 SHIT IS ALL CUNT CHEWING ABOUT????????????????????????????

OH LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!

I wouldn't pay one red fucking penny to anyone, or anything, ever again, whatsoever; connected with, or in any way a part of; THE MUSIC INDUSTRY, OR THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. YOU WILL WAKE UP IN FIRE, COUSIN DONALD FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, YOU WICKED FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This cunt lapping miserable nightmare is without borders and without ends. It will outlast the mother fucking stars and the mountains. When my horrendous fucking language picks up and I no longer can contain my vulgarity of speech, this is quite obviously when I AM BEING ASSAULTED TO A MONSTOUS FUCKING DEGREE, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, SHERIFF K.M., ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL FPFL-PEEDEE, PAM BONDI-A.G. OF FLORIDA, and anyone else who just may care in the cock sucking least little bit, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! Well Bob McDowell, you indeed grew up and became the man that Danny Mackey would be proud to know. Too bad the one he thought was already pretty much OK, pathetic me, turned out with a lifetime filled with dirty fucking ratty dog shit in his mouth, SHEEEEIT!

Aniwho folks, I was walking into the local town Publix Grocery Store, and LIGHTNING saw me and flashed in the distance, leaving me to hold back tears while I walked in. Hay Mister Patterson, I love your great television commercials; and I am honored to be living only three dozen miles to the north of you, here in Fort Pierce. Did you get what happened that day in Atlantic City, with the shades and the crying on the beach shit, from me, just askin'? I really loved your book, out of all of them you ever wrote, my fave will always be ''LIFEGUARD'', but then, I think you read enough stuff, to know why that is. WHAAAAA! Hope all is well with you. I will not be setting foot in Atlantic City ever again. Golly gash darn gee whiz © Examiners of 1988, this is totally RIDICULOUS, LESTER AND MACK KAITER FROM 1967!!!!!!!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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IT WAS NOT FUNNY THEN AND IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, they are boiling me in oil!!!!!!!

I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING:

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 020

I am not enjoying writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AUGUST 14, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 3:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 98%, AND IT FEELS 84 DEGREES.

IT WAS AS THOUGH THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD (EW) CULT, ALREADY FUCKING CUNT KNEW, THAT RIGHT AFTER THE OPENING OF THIS BLOG; I WAS GOING TO POST SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 'BOO-HOO-HOO, CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER'; AND THEY HACKED THE FUCKING CUNT SHIT OUT OF ME, JUST TO FUCK MY SHITsapookna ALL UP. I CANNOT FIGHT SCUM THAT CAN FUCKING MANIPULATE TIME, AND SATAN CAN AND DOES THIS ALL THE FUCKING TIME, JIM BURR, SCREW YOU, I KNOW IT IS A FACT AND WE NEVER AGREED. BUT THEN, ALL THE SHIT I TOLD YOU BACK THEN IS NOW ON FUCKING CUNT TELEVISION, NOT AS FICTION, SO WHO TOLD WHO, MY BRATHA??? THANX FOR THE MEMORIES, MICROSUCKS!!!!

Well me' peeps; I asked KITTY-GAGA why this horrendous horrific death siege is upon me and got the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) OF 752. Here is what is on my list so far that matches PCN-752, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

I AM HERE-----WORLD TRADE CENTER-----AMERICA-----SAINT LUCIE COUNTY-----OCTOBER THIRTY ONE-----BLE RAIN-----MONSTER-----RICK EID---------------------------------------

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK JOHN KING AND EVERYONE ELSE, WITH SOME AID OF SOME DISTANT TIME AND AREA CANDLES OF COURSE FOR JK, BIG LOVELY PAULA; AND YES I GOT YOUR MESSAGE, PAULAking2011, MICROSOFT MEMORIES; BOY OH BOY, ARE YOU GONNA' THROW ME OUT OF MY HIGH RISE TOO, BABS??????????????

I already told you what my horrible monster jerk off doctor said, but left out a lot of other nice things, such as, “Mark, your brain is broken”. Nice thing for a doctor to say. Real floor pounding professional, 2. You know peeps, I'll bet deep down inside my cunt sniffing soul, that Professor Kaku from New York University (NYU), is not the only one now who is beginning to see the real dangerous and fucking terrifying shit that MORIANITY has labeled, HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EFFECTS, HUH MISTER CODES DISNEY AMBULANCE DRIVER FROM WW-2?????????????????????? JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ CUNT LAPPING LOUISE, FONTY AND QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY, OPTIMIST TWINBAY, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW DANIEL MACKEY AND R.H. MACY, YO!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCC:

SCAN WHOEVER HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR 60 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS. USE ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ZERO DIMENSIONAL AND ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. I AM MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO 11.8 INCHES PER NANOSECOND, AND ALL YOUR CONTROLS AGAINST THAT GAIN TO THE MAXIMUM 11.5 IPNS. YOU WILL BE HEARING THE OLD STYLE AT&T EMPOWERMENT TONES AS THE LONG-E VOWEL PRONUNCIATION. LONG TONE IS HIGH, SHORT TONE IS LOW. YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK NOW HAS A TOTALLY WIPED OUT SINGED AND CRUSHED DESTROYED OBLITERATED IMAGE-OBJECT ON IT. EMPOWER NOW ON THESE TONES AND MY VOICE PRINT COMMAND----MMMMMMMM.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

COMPUTER, G-901, G-189, UNDER G-13, G-14, G-1133, UNDER CG2, CG-18 AND S---T---O---P!!!

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF MASCARA, AT 3:28 IN THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASSHOLE MORNING, MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO A MOTHER FUCKIGN MESS WITH THIS COCK SUCKING DEMONIC FAMILY STRAIGHT FROM FUCKING CUNT ASS HELL, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mouse was major fucking hacked a few minutes back, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, sir, old pal from 1972. It took 5 times for the highlight to take without going off when I let go of the clicker. I AM fuckiGN cunt going to buy another mouse, just to prove to myself this is HACKING, and not a fucked up mouse, and I already cunt eating fucking know wholeheartedly, that the new mouse I but later on this week at the Staples Store down the road, will do the very same thing as this one does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not fall of ant mother fuckiGN turnip trucks the other day, any more than you did, my friend Senator Thompson from the “L&O” show!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE ('''FUCKIGN''') HACKS, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, PAL AND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Twisted and pathetic really; no life at all. I am their entire mother fucking cunt lapping world, Bob!

Well United States Copyright Office, the great SCYLLA GODDESS, I AM N---O---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING COMES THE (`~HACK), FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO YO YO YO, YOU WANNA' FUCKING HELP A GUY OUT HERE, OLD 1972 BUDDY, BRRRRRRRRRR????

I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.

ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).

''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF'', RICK EID!!!!

There is no escaping my fate. I was murdered or died in my sleep of a mastoid ear infection that night in middle August in 1986. I wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear, Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!

Well, I just thought my mother fucking enemies out here whoever and wherever they are, Ron Wirtz Senior, Retired Camden County, New Jersey, ADA Prosecutor, sir; will enjoy knowing quite fuckiGN facetiously, THAT MY FATHER'S BOURBON WING ROULEETE SYSTEM, WON ME A TON OF MONEY THROUGHOUT even this fucking major death siege, so HA-HA-HA-HA, and I learned you cannot short term fake or lie, they know if this is true or false. THEY ARE GODS, that is what these advanced cunt eating hyperspace travelers are, THE GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And they don't mean me one bit of mother fucking good, not in these past 60 cunt chewing years, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.

DEAR DIARY JOURNAL: I AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER, AND THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR. NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United States freaking constitution actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides in great Mother Russia; to do what he did. It also instructs the rest of us pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state, huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker????????????????????????????

A week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?

Sarah didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997

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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Flatliner Joe, and Joe king!!!

This is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45. If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8 years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS? I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS, and so much fucking more: Real ''funny funny funny'', Sheila Schorr. My brain is broken, Roger Thomas, so What's Happenen'????

Someone had all of this planned a long freaking time before poor old Mark Wayne Fucking Mohr ever got himself god dam born, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE THAT THIS IS THE DAM FUCKING TRUTH, WORLD.

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Frankly Congressman RA, I don't even care. But I do care about telling the world a huge secret. I have a fucking ghost, or maybe you do too and just cannot see shit because you are totally insensitive to the worlds beyond this one or around this one. Almost daily now, I see this thing, a shadowy figure, right fuckiGN in here. I guess you think my brain is broken, huh floor pounding dock??????????

One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my great kid has; W—O—W!

O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

The more the M2F ENEMIES pick on me, the more my goddamn black-matter-space genie-wheel is gonna' kick fucking ass, and if I have to I'll move back to fucking Atlantic City, and live right there!!!!! So fuck all of you's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 14

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TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---1:25 PM

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PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---94

HEAT INDEX---106

SKY CONDITIONS---PARTLY CLD

HUMIDITY---55%

WIND---ENE @ 6 MPH

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING GIBBOUS 3:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 2:00 AM, ON 1 JULY, 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 1 JULY, 2020, WITH MAJOR NOISE SIEGE IN MY PHA BUILDING WITH NABES FROM HELL, 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

At approximately a quarter before fucking cunt one this morning, extreme door banging began and it still is going on at two in the morning. I went into the hallway and asked one of the tenants what is going on, and he said to me, “You've got some crazy ass neighbors”. I said to him, “I don't doubt it for a second”. I am not sure what is going on but I think Donnie in unit #610 never moved out, and is in one of his psychotic episodes, and hasn't taken his meds. Jimmy Carter started all of this when in late 1977 or perhaps the start of 1978, he introduced an outpatient program system for the nut jobs of the nation. They did a research study and found it was cheaper to let all of the sickies out of the fucking coo-coo factories and treated them as outpatients and given all kinds of weird psychotropic medication. But they have lots of horrendous side effects and most mental patients eventually cut their dosages way down or stop taking them all together and then 'whamo'; they go off and fuck with people, and make all the rest of us totally miserable. Personally, I think the whole goddamn shit eating deal sucks!!!!!!!! This is why society is now filled with all these cock sucking nut job whackadoodles and all you have to do is go out for any length of time and YOU WILL run into these asshole peeps, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nabe-noise has been much better recently, and for several possible reasons. I know better than to discuss certain things and so for now, I will remain silent on the matter. I will only say that one reason is the WOMO-M2F doesn't like my having a quantum potential with one of my Genie-Wheels, and yes, my one GENIE-WHEEL is off the scales into BMS territory, down to 19.465% in 50-50 accuracy rating. Using it over the past two weeks now has made me on a one hundred dollar flat betting level, a net profit of just under seven grand. That means a 69 unit profit, with 104 losses and 173 wins. The same approximate amount of plays when adjusted for amount of actual bets placed, on two week time periods progressing backward, are net gain 53 units, net gain 47 units, and net gain 38 units. Of course zero house vig numbers pop in and actual profits over these eight weeks is not 69+53+47+38 or 207, but actually 172.5 units of profit, and at the one hundred dollar play level on black gaming chips, this is a profit of $17,250.00 in 8-weeks of play time; oh great Permission Barrier Book, Sally Starr James Redfield JRSS, yo! Speaking of being a mark, and also being pet-named “Little Boy”, beautiful LIGHTNING came over to visit with me a short while last night. Thank you, my lovely BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll never ever fucking forget being absolutely possessed on Halloween Day of 2007, to send that second to last musical project to the great and illustrious United States © Copyright Office, as if I HAD NO CHOICE and was something between a human puppet and a mechanized robot, and with or without any and all secrets from NEXT DIMENSIONS! Anyone who believes that a person has to actually hear an audible voice to be mind controlled, such as are the groupation of human beings who now in recent times of post Sigmund Freud, are medically labeled as schizophrenics; does not live in the fucking Quoddy moccasins of Mark Mountainpen Huntington Mohr for crissake loud criers!!!!!

I will keep right on doing things the way that I have pertaining to blogging, unless I get a 10+ KAVG, as discussed before. The reality to this is that I could offer the fucking moon and stars, and it won't change a thing, because in 1986, I died in my sleep and I have entered HELL, and in HELL (DOGTOWN) as most of you know from Sunday School memories, things never ever stop being HELLISH, and it goes on forever and ever!!! This is a powerful reality that is beyond what I care to dwell on, but I must accept fucking cunt reality or I will be in even worse shape, if anyone can begin to imagine that possible state of sub vampiric existence for a few turd eating seconds, yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

We all know that the stock market has nothing to do with anything real or anything that any of you used to believe before you ever opened up one single chapter in this MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3!!!!!!!!!!!! We are in a major global pandemic, everyone except for one out of a thousand wealthy peeps, is hurting so bad, that they're past screaming uncle. The entire government and nation is beyond being in crisis politically, and on and on, and yet the DOW JONES endlessly goes UP AND UP AND UP, and you know what, I hope it keeps right on flying up to the moon and the stars, until I can get out of this horrendous nation of America, after and hopefully IF, we ever develop a mother fucking vaccine for this CV bull shit on burnt toast! Take it away now if you will, oh Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank, yo. “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 190

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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Now we tie some bullshit together that was touched on over numerous recent blogging texts. There must be a final determination and decision on my part quite soon, as actions will depend on this no doubt, one way or another. I speak of whether some super parlor trick is involved in the Einstein concepts that means that whoever is behind all of this problem, is capable of propelling themselves at up to thirty-four billion miles per second, or whether some powerful other manipulation and wizardry is all part of things, and things are not the way the known mathematical formulas say that they are. Making real life make sense, is a much greater blackboard, than anything that my dads old PPP, yes triple P (Princeton Park Pal) not double for my partner, or single for my youngest, but triple; could ever have chalked up. Let us go back into positive space a few days to the car stereo attack at my local Route One branch at my TD Bank. There was a sudden MAJOR NOISE ATTACK OUT OF NOWHERE, aimed all around me, off the norm scales by anyone's stretch, I assure you; and then I of course, AS THESE DISEASED PRICKS TOTALLY KNOW, pushed in my tape of white noise into the tape player to block it out, and BOOM, “THEY” interrupted the normal machine ops, and it would not play, even when I ejected the mother fucking cassette, and the radio mode was switched automatically on as a result. “THEY” needed to have me hit with the attack for at least a certain amount of 4^th dimensional experiencing (time), followed by the negatives in lost energy, resulting from not being able to compensate; and thus being VIOLATED WITH AN ATTACK OF A COVERT ILLEGAL NATURE ON MY FUCKING PERSONAL PROPERTY, hence resulting in a sufficient total amount of lost energy, James Redfield, not David or Stacey, and certainly, PTL-PR, not 1997. The last year my present life-ME was in peace was 1953. Ever since the following period, an eleven year SATANIC SOLAR CYCLE or 132 month-cycle, has been disastrous and mother fucking devastating in my cock sucking hellish life. 1953, 1964, 1975, 1986, 1997, 2008. My next total fucking disaster will be, DUH, Color me impressed and mine, in two fucking thousand and nineteen. Then the final one will be my last full year on this evil demonic planet in 2030, as in middle late June of 2031, my death as MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, WILL OCCUR. Google me up Jason Donna Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew you were out to get me from the day this nightmare began at that rotten ass recording studio in 1979, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; but it was after I copied you, by putting that stupid tape of my music, where you had your phonograph record from 1968-1980, that caused the real cataclysmic nightmare. All these gruesome ugly ass details are all up, on previous blogs; on the website where blogging all began, RIHC of ACNJ, www.blogger.com/. For newcomers into this shit, YO, the SAFE JOURNAL is merely something that is quite recent, and named because my real life journal was calculatedly plotted to be totally wiped out and destroyed, and Friendly Ice Cream has major shit to do with all of this, as they are major fucking enemies of mine; and this story will be repeated, a little bit right now; since my PHILLIES are getting fucking hammered recently, AS TOLD AND PREDICTED, BY ME, THE PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING; HUH US © OFFICE? Long before the 'SAFE JOURNAL', were the first blogs done in old sunny ass Florida. Before that, much shit was done under the name of THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, as well as THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME. I wish I could laugh and see something funny about all of this, but unlike other luckier peeps, I cannot laugh at things so hideous and totally monstrously deplorable, as stair-tag-games, hyperspace manipulation, and mind control. May the gods bless and love all of those who can indeed accomplish that mighty mission, as whether they may be aware of it or not; this is a far greater accomplishment than anything else in their life and lives, could ever be in a million years. As my pal PP would say, I'll put my kids eyesight on that, only I would never do that. My mother made me realize and become aware of something a long time ago, that I bluntly laughed right in her face about at the time and have lived to regret both it as well as not being able to apologize for doing it due to the Physical/Astral barrier; and the world needs not know any more at this time, about things I am saying behind these words. I merely will tell you that this involved a cat, and this is most likely saying too much; and is all you will get out of me right now folks, YO. Now, in a nutshell, here is what happened at the Friendly Ice Cream Restaurant, over at the Northeast Philadelphia Restaurant on Route One, also known by locals of that area, as the Roosevelt Boulevard; just a tad little way to the south of the Street Road intersecting area. David Roth and myself, were inside this place; and some motherfucker broke into my Saturn car, and boosted everything; the entire car stereo, including the sub-woofer in the trunk; and inside the radio was a tape, FOR ALL THOSE INTERESTED INCLUDING YOU DONNA, and this tape had been illegally used, WITHOUT MY SAY SO, BUT SCREW ALL OF YOU. Do whatever the fucking shit you want to. Use me all up, DONNA! If you have to know shit, then I'll fucking tell you, in any of your identities, PAULA THE GREAT!!!!!!! There is no pattern, there is no plot, there is no TAWF, there is no MORIANITY, there is no 2011, there is no Planet Earth. There is only something so horrible, that it is time to tell all of you curiosity seeking mother fuckers out here! There is no past or future, and no solid reality. As shit alters continuously, so do our memories as well; to match the situation, so relatively, it is like running inside a moving train. History is total bullshit, and once you have the discernible knowledge of this; you will no longer be quite as totally connected to the illusion of it. As many of the controllers continuously move back and forth through negative and positive space at very high velocities, major continual interruptions from what otherwise would be the normal one time pattern or time-line, becomes an ever present reality. Still, mind and memory is a pattern, and is energized by an equal amount of ergs, henceforth, most cannot recognize what I refer to as the Whoopee Goldberg/Mark Mohr Trick, or for short, the WGMMT. Now, this is a bunch of sweet nice words, that make a lot of sense in the worlds of Quantum Physics; and its multiple and complex mathematical mechanics. Another possibility is that a teenaged girl, upline and beyond this entire universe; and all of the many countless parallel universes that all lay inside of a much huger dimension, the 5^th one; has a nice little dollhouse, and game; and is doing all of this because her parents are out for the evening, and she is bored with the evening after-school special, on the idiot box. Both of these possibilities exist, in the worlds of Quantum Dynamics; like it or not, my peeps, YO.

Based on what happened to me after my last trip up to the great island, in the Christmas holiday time circa of the year of 1972; I base my decision on leaning more to the teenaged girl. The reasons are all on prior blogs, world. Still, I am only a human being, SIR BRUCE ALAN PENNOCK, and my only excuse is at least I do not get my kicks out of playing games, stealing music; or flying around and getting exposed as an alien. Friendly Ice Cream is the reason that all of this shit is on the damn internet, and I cannot even get an apology from these pricks. The entire story was blogged. They would not even permit David Roth and myself, to use their telephone, to call the police; so I ask all of the internet cyberpeeps out here, if all this shit was happening the fuck to you, what would you believe, Mickey Showers Woods Zenun, SIR TONY POOLPROPEL?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So was I really so instrumental on effecting human history? Sheeeeeeeeeeeit, not in a million fucking years folks. It all is nothing but pure illusion, but that is of course my humble opinion based on my life, Michelle Daniels of 1980. But still girl, thank you for entitling me to it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, Jay-Jay Evans said it all, back around 1976 or 1977 somewhere thereabout. He stroked his little mustache, and he said, and I'll quote this super walking cool dude, YO, “What can I say, BRO?”

Now you all know why THEY would not let me fuck around in the stock market, as just as in 1986, I am not permitted to break 7^th dimensional lawtronics. When and if I begin to do this, the penalty is catastrophic and inconceivable, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maria Kelly, give me a break, hypno-clinics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Clink, bonk, Curly! HA.

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Something I said last night on my last blog, HAS REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF THE CUNT LAPPING MILITUFORCE WOMO MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am under the worst weekend death siege or at least a top five, in several mother fucking years. I have choppers following me, and illegally stalking me; planes and military aerial crafts doing the same thing, AND IF SOMEONE WAS FOLLOWING ME AROUND TODAY THAT I HAD HIRED, SUCH AS ANY FUCKING GOOD PRIVATE DETECTIVE, WHO WAS MADE FULLY AWARE OF MY CLAIMS OF AEIRAL STALKING FOR 25 PLUS YEARS NOW, the mother fucker would have his or her mind blown away, and out to sea. The assault began when I decided to drive over to the beach, as fun, as you all know; is something not 'LAWTRONICALLY' MOTHER FUCKING PERMITTED 4 POOR ME. So whenever I attempt to secure any at all, and POW-BOOM; THESE PRICKS ARE RELELNTLESS, AND DICK KICK ME, AND PUMMEL ME, EVERY TIME. IT IS A FOREGONE CONCLUSION. I KNEW IT WAS COMING EVEN BEFORE IT BEGAN, AS IMMEDIATELY AFTER LEAVING MY APARTMENT AND MY BLOCK, TO HEAD OVER TO HUTCHINSON ISLAND, HERE IN LOVELY FORT FUCKING PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG; AND OUT OF NOWHERE AT ALL, CAME A FLASH MOB OF TALL AND GIANT PUSSIES. THEY WERE NOT ONLY ALL AROUND EVERYWHERE IN A REDICULOUS PREPONDERANCE TO THE AVERAGE STATISTICAL HEIGHTS OF FEMALES THAT I HAVE ALL READY GOOGLED UP FOR THE ENTIRE NATION, AS WELL AS THE STATE OF FLORIDA, FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH AND VITAL STATISTICS, but they, as well as tons of other more normal sized models of the human female, or the following Eve-Doppelgangers of the double helix, WERE SUPER FLIRTATIOUS WITH ME, AS I WAS TRYING TO SHOWER OFF MY FEET, AND PUT ON MY PANTS OVER MY DRY BATHING TRUNKS, AND GET INTO MY VEHICLE TO LEAVE. ALSO WHEN THE TRIP BEGAN, THEY FUCKED WITH THE TURN SIGNAL SWITCH IN MY VEHICLE AGAIN, SO I KNOW THAT SOMETHING ELSE WILL BE HAPPENING TO MY ONLY MODE OF TRANSPORT, BFI, AS IF YOU GIVE A FUCK; AND FOR ALL I KNOW, IT IS YOU BASTARDS THAT ARE ALL DOING THIS EVIL FUCKING SHIT TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. RUBY RIDGE, DAVID KORESH, BRANCH DAVIDIANS OF WACO, TEXAS, AND SO FORTH, WHAT AM I REALLY TO THINK? The same tactics these G-men dirt holes did to the Branch Davidians of Waco, are being used on three other pathetic and totally innocent dudes; ME, MYSELF, AND POOR LITTLE I.

Something that I blogged last night, SURE HAD TO HAVE REALLY FUCKING STRUCK A POWERFUL 'OUCH FUCKING NERVE' SOMEWHERE, ON ONE OF THESE BOTTOM FEEDER DIRT BAG SUB SCUM PIECES OF SHIT PERSECUTORS, BRAHHHHHH! As I speak/type right now at .752 millidays, or 6:03 Post Meridian; I'm being violated spiritually, and struck on my left side with a powerful nasty ass fucking DEATH ANGEL ASSAULT, from the great powerful dirt ball himself, MORTY MORTINO BLOWHARD THE 9TH, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWHSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!

When I was swimming in the sea, a group of beautiful large sharks came around, and swam all around me. They are so beautiful, they all know me of course. Still, a loud horn came within a minute or two from beach patrol, and we all left the water. Fortunately, I was just about to leave. My nice swim had been accomplished, HA-HA-HA evil enemies, flemenies, nikenemies, and twenemies.

WHEN I WAS SWIMMING AROUND, AND HAVING FUN IN THE WATER; I FORGOT for a while, not to just put out my hands and think about propelling forward, just as in your lovely swimming pool in 1994-1996, Tony Zenun. After I had crossed quite some distance in a short time, somebody somewhere began playing church chimes, and there is no church within a mile from where I swim in all 3 directions, maybe over a mile, and in the other direction, the only church is the anti-church, or the great MC, (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL), yes THEY are out there, somewhere, when they wish to tune into our frequency and join us. All of you peeps reading this need to get all of the Bermuda Triangle documentaries, and see for yourself that powerful fucking shit is going down on this planet; and has been since it was all put together and formed; by signal-energy-dots, or SEDS. This is how I am also able to tap in and do this, so fine, here fucking goes. You want war with me, watch super shit now go down all around this fucking evil demonic miserable world, for this putrid monstrous and horrendous deplorable ass fucking attack on me today.

MAGNESONIC: “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Open command on General Order-7. All other order commands both general and special are also in place under 'my voice print', (MVP). Use both technologies, ZD & AD. Your controls are maxed and cranked. This is a punishment sequencing system, scan all persons and entities in all 5 dimensions, in any way responsible, for planning, doing, wishing, carrying out and executing; and all manner of pertinent stuff; to make my day today a living hell and being viciously fucking attacked by the forces of the TAWF-70-WOMO, of the MILI-2-FORCE. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, GO—TO—CG-18, A----N----D~~~~~~~~~~~~~S----T----O----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This world is done, you'll fucking see, ya' bastard shit ass pricks.

Before I left to go swimming at the beach, I tried to send you an e-mail, PP, and opened up an account, a new one, with the AOL folks, my e-mail address, YO, is as follows, I'll try to retrieve it if you send me one later on. mohrmark1980@aol.com. Later, BRO; and I am stroking my little mustache, JJ-EVANS, once I stop crying from what I witnessed in a Suffolk County house in NYUSAESMWG; a year or so ago, with a poor little five year old girl, in a brightly lit up hall way that was off of another room. Leave her alone Gawky Meow. Have I come a long way.

If this hell was not so unfair and horrific, and unconscionably despicable; I would almost feel like going, WHAAAAAAAAAAA. No PP, one of me is one too many, let alone enough; still, why would that Libyan ass hole leader want to have my cursed name, or the approximate sounding of it anywho, in an antimatter universe, or sounding reverse and backward to those listening in a universe where the polarity of electrons and protons are the way they are, relative to all of the 50% of the antimatter parallel universes?

Get ready to pull some real heavy overtime, Weather Channel employees, as I will destroy huge amounts of property, and be forced to take many lives. I did not ask for this. This fucking shit has been going on since the fucking 15^th of August of 1986, and I am unable to escape it. This is even foretold, on one of Scylla's great songs, known in this very universe-reality. I may know millions of her songs in multiple realities, and “WANNA' SPEND MY TIME” is one example, with a slight reworded lyric so that a male vocalist can sing it, but it really is HER SONG, as was, and is, and always will be, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”. No more Robin Hill visits, Paula King, PLEASE, YO. I wasn't good enough to marry, only 2 use; to get the great GODDESS HERE, HA?

MANY POWERFUL FUCKING PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOSE OUT ON MANY THINGS SOON, AS DEATH IS WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD FOR YOU. THIS IS FOR THE NICER PEEPS WHO DESERVE TO WAKE UP OUT OF THIS FILTHY ASS ILLUSION; AND WILL, WHEN THE WILDEST WEATHER YET TO COME; BEGINS TO FREAKING STRIKE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE, CH'ALLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, YO.

This fucking dirt bag is going to be going in and out all night long, and disturbing me ILLEGALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it persists into the following days like this, I will call 911. To quote myself at summer camp in the late nineteen-sixties, “This is WEEDEEKAWUSS”!

'THE END', AND STINKING TO DGTN BEEGEE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 12

9:08 AM, 29 JUNE, 2020, MONDAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 11

9:13 AM, 28 JUNE, 2020, SUNDAY

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

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

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

SUNDAY, JUNE 28, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

FIRST QUARTER MOON

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

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

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

But all of this isn't even saying anything!

We have not yet started opening up doors!

THE END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN AS SHIT.

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

STATS ARE FROM: CNN & John Hopkins U.

GET LOST MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO, YO!

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

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

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THE END, AND SMELLING ROTTEN AS SHIT!!!

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 10

8:12 AM, 26 JUNE, 2020, FRIDAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday evening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'THE END', AND STINKING TO THE BEEGEE!