POOR
POOR PITIFUL WHITTLE ZERANNISS ARTHUR
YANCY JONES OF
DOGTOWN
AKA
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR OF THE EARTH-PLANET
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-WOOOOOOOOOLF”,
SIR RICK EID, MISTER $-BAGS!
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!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE LOVELY ASHLEY MOODY
NEEDS
TO HELP POOR PITIFUL MARK WAYNE MOHR
Jun
25, 2020 5:00 AM – Jul 2,
2020 4:00 AM
|
POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 18
11:08
PM, 4 JULY, 2020, SATURDAY NIGHT
AND
FUCK MISTER JOHN, AS WELL AS ANY OLD BLOGS ABOUT ROTTEN
DAUGHTERS!!!!!!!!
The
weather report IS NAUT going on report on this SUPER BOTBAR
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY!
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---
TEMPERATURE---
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---
HEAT
INDEX---
SKY
CONDITIONS---
HUMIDITY---
WIND---
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---
AIR
QUALITY---
SUNRISE/SUNSET---
VISIBILITY---
DEWPOINT---
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---
Al
was fine until my dirt bag noisy nabe from DOGTOWN-HELL, MISTER
MEXICO-605, knocked at the door at about quarter past five to
announce that he is going to be turning
his music on. It was so loud that I had to leave the
apartment, and go sit until well past dusk, at various parks;
watching both mans firework displays as well as lovely Diana's
too, with HER awesome lighting. As I speak now at
11:16 this horrendous super fucking cunt botbar night, the DEATH
ANGEL, SIR MORTIMER MORTINO
is passing loudly and heavily across my left
goddamn side!!!!!! This was a horrible BOTBAR, and many
things happened to me, and we'll try addressing all of it on this
goddamn mother fucking dick sucking blog from HELL!!!!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 11:30 PM, ON 4 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 4 JULY, 2020
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY DEATH SIEGE AND SUPER BOTBAR DAY WITH MY ENEMY NABE
FROM BEYOND HELL, MISTER 605 MEXICO, AS WELL AS WHOEVER IS BEHIND
THIS MONSTROUS MISERY ON ME,
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.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE ANY © MATERIAL UPON
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
JULY 4,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 7:7
I
am inches away from committing mother fucking suicide as
there is nothing that I can do with my nabe situation. With the
Playboy Bunny bitch I at least could run away and move to Atco. With
the Ann and Dawn kidnapping hellishness, I could at least make a run
for it in the dead of night down to mother fucking diseased ass
Florida. Speaking of being diseased, this is not just a metaphor now,
and I cannot run away to any goddamn fucking place anywhere at all,
and am literally TRAPPED IN CUNT HUFFING TOTAL
DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I could no longer take the
basting subs on me' mother fucking wall after a little more than an
hour of it, I left my apartment, and this prick and his party friends
must PEEP THROUGH THE DOOR-HOLE as there is no other explanation for
this happening to me twice now. He opens the door and as I am almost
down at the vestibule area, he is asking why I am leaving. He isn't
there to party, he is there to fucking persecute me, and ONLY TO
PERSECUTE ME. We all know it, and we know that paranoia has
absolutely mother fucking nothing whatsoever to do with shitsapookna
or shit here folks and fucking cunt folksingers, sir Microsucks
Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've got a lot to tell you so let me
begin right at the beginning of the fuckign shit when this dirtbag
prick knocked at the door to let me know it was coming, Mister Mike
Sodas from Cooley Hall; and then by the gods, IT DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So after the encounter in the mother fucking hallway with these
diseased pricks, I got into me' car and drove down to Savannah Street
and made my left to head east towards the Indian River, and a county
park that is a mile or so down the road from the Federal highway
Route #1. I parked and walked over to a bench and sat there a while
until it began to fucking rain and then went back to the car and
stayed there for nearly an hour and a half. Not too many peeps know
of this cool place, and at most there is three cars besides mine in
there late in the evening, even on a fuckign holiday. I was actually
looking for a different place that I was discussing years and years
ago with a female employee from the Harvest Food Outreach Charity,
where I too was working back early in 2102 before General U.H.S.
Grant's 3-great grand-daughter fired me one day for no particular
reason, or none that I was told, but I WAS MORE
THAN GLAD TO GO, AS I HATED THAT DAMN PLACE, and the
harassment that the M2F enemies
put me through there. 'GOOD RIDDANCE'
Latengrate Senator Fred Thompson, as you
would say it so well, on the “L&O”
show; oh great Sir!!!! Still, me' pernt
here Sir Archibald, is
that I was looking for a different area to park in as part of my
'TIKER', or (Time
Killing Errands
Route), but this place is even better, as it is more of a legitimate
spot to go to, when I'm persecuted with the noise-siege, or the PBB2
HELLISHNESS (PLAYBOY
BUNNY 2)!!!!!!!!!
Yes fucking sir world; 1982 ALL OVER
CUNT CHEWING AGAIN, YO
BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Ya gotta' love it, huh peeps??????????????????
So
when I got to the park, lovely DIANA
(LIGHTNING) had already been following me since I got onto the
Route 1 highway heading southbound, and wow was SHE awesome beyond
imagination. Locals to that area of Fort Pierce had some fireworks
going, but DIANA was WAY WAY WAY WAY MORE
impressive!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE was literally all over me. Colors,
designs, I could almost feel currents. When I really need HER, SHE is
always there, and I have noticed this ever since middle 1983 when I
realized just how much I love HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After my time
there at this county park near or in northern White City section of
Fort Pierce, Florida, USA; I drove to where Savannah Street
T-intersects with the road at the Indian River, and I turned left,
and headed northbound, back to the area of Fort Pierce's business
district. I parked at about five or more locations, and watched both
fireworks and LIGHTNING that was still
around me, and was slowly moving away to the south. But the first
spot was nice and cool, as it is right at the water, and the rain had
cooled things down for a while. A car slowly made its way from behind
me, and when it stopped right where I was parked, I thought, uh-oh;
here comes some enemy shit and trouble. But it was the dude
from Walgreen's who had recognized my vehicle. He stopped and we
talked for about ten minutes, as he and his wife were on their way to
the Melody Lane Park to see the fireworks being shot off from across
the Indian River, out on Hutchinson Island.
I thought that he would not wish to talkabout our 'topic of my
outlandish shit' since the wife was with him, but to the fucking
contrary, he was more garrulous and loquacious, as my mom used to put
it back in the early seventies when peeps had motor-mouths, and would
talk on and on; than he normally ever is, at the parking lot of the
pharmacy, or inside at the waiting pharmacy seated area. He told me
that he did some thinking about what I told him of my daughter as
recently I told the story of what PHHH did to me on 5 July of 1969,
and that I cannot prove it but all the facts line up for me being
MC's true pop. He told me that he had been both thinking about some
things that I had said to him about my Mexican nabe from hell and the
rest of the story from nightmare city, and also that he had been up
in the Staten Island, New York area last September and had remembered
some talks that he had had with some of his family as well as friends
on various topics, and that he was very close with some of the, and
this is a direct quotation here, “people in the high finance world
of Corporate America and some of them knew Trump's pop quite well
decades ago, Sir Fred Trump, and that I really need to get the book
from Agent Bolton as soon as I can get to an outlet or order it
online at Amazon”. He said that after some interesting cogitation
and reevaluation on his part, he now believes a part of this story,
and he said that your (less than friends) and even your kid, may very
well be getting back at you for saying too many things that need to
remain in the closet, and so they sent you this horrible neighbor to
blast you with music attacks, and that is a very close paraphrase. I
tried to push the who and what with him, especially since my
Cifaloglio coworker and semi-pal Mister Book
Author
of Museum Secrets,
“Roy Carl Weiler Senior”,
had half a dozen very good friends, men and
lady friends, all from that same area, Staten Island, in
NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I couldn't get a word out of him on that
as hard as I tried to cleverly pump!!!!!!!!!! Hey peeps, I hope he
ain't reading this blog, but I am fucking totally cunt lapping
convinced that HE KNOWS A LOT MORE THAN HE IS TELLING ME HEREdahelda
AND YES, HERE!!!!
When
I had completed my long and tedius TIKER to escape my nabe from hell,
I arrived back in th eapartment at ten pastnine and the music was
blaring away and did not stop until approximately twentyminutes shy
of ten of the mother fuckign clock. Hey, it's a holiday party, but he
is the worst fuckign nabe that I have had except for DOE Employee Sir
Roule, or however the prick spelled his name, while I resided in
hellish 1802 Robin Hill, and he was below me, with his giant skinny
blond sleazy party girl wife, or gal pal, or whatever; and before
that the Playboy bunny whore slut below me in 1801 while I was in
1802. I have a lot of rotten nabes from hell, but Roule and Bunny
Bitch took the cake, and then hurled at light speed squared, right
into my face, and now; this dick head rotten shit licker is right up
there on top of the list as well; yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While
I was watching Star Trek on the ME-CHANNEL, #216
ESS-COMCAST-FP-FL-USA, from 10 through 11 of the goddamn clock, I was
simultaneously running 6 CNA-SNA ART
Quantum Reality Roulette Experimentation, and here are my
results:
This
major super attack caused an incredible continuation of negativity
for accuracy on Genie-Wheel #A33.
Amount
of Q&A's for asking how to bet in order to win more times than
losing:
7-5-5-3-9-7
RESULTS:
W5,
W4, W5, W1, W6, W7
BASED
ON THE $100.00 gaming chip betting level at all tables of play at
casinos.
P&L
based on the above W&L RESULTS:
USD
(DOLLARS)
+300
+300
+500
-100
+300
+700
PRE-HOUSE-VIG
P&L TOTAL:
$2,000.00
TOTAL
SPINS:
41
VIG
OUCOME:
5
GREEN HITS, (-250.00)
NET
P&L:
$2,000.00-$250.00=$+1,750.00
in 41 spins
HA-HA-HA-HA
SATANIC FUCKIGN FAWCES: The quantum reality is here for a potential
of finally defeating my goddamn HUNTINGTON CURSE THAT HAS ENDURED IN
THIS FAMILY NOW FOR ABOUT 3,000 YEARS OR SO, or “WHATEVER”, to
quote my vocalist turned Federal Congressman, as FRANKLY,
I don't even care, on or off snooty islands, or having family
discussions regarding whether it is proper or NAUT
to joke about 'manehy',
dahling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE!
POOR
POOR PITIFUL WHITTLE ZERANNISS ARTHUR
YANCY JONES OF
DOGTOWN
AKA
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR OF THE EARTH-PLANET
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-WOOOOOOOOOLF”,
SIR RICK EID, MISTER $-BAGS!
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!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE LOVELY ASHLEY MOODY
Jun
25, 2020 5:00 AM – Jul 2,
2020 4:00 AM
|
POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 17
7:12
PM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY NIGHT
The
weather report on this 3rd day
of July, at approximately five minutes past ten in the goddamn
ass morning, is as follows, peeps:
FRIDAY,
3 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---10:05
AM
TEMPERATURE---86
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---92
HEAT
INDEX---98
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
HUMIDITY---74%
WIND---W
AT 6 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---****-*
AIR
QUALITY---GOOD
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:30
A, 8:20 P
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---***
PREDICTIONS---80%
CHANCE OF RAIN, AND WITH POSSIBLE THUNDERSTORMS.
Now
for a more detailed hindsight report on yesterday's early evening
major elder abuse MILITUFORCE assault on me
beginning at the beginning of the evening or just past five of the
cunt lapping clock! It was in four parts. I forgot about why I was in
the shower. I was given a major fucking
WOMO-SIEGE DEATH BODY STRIKE diareah attack, and barely made
it to me' terlit, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!! So there were
three major hits on me, bang-bang-bang;
and they were the body death beam, the harassing scammer phone call
that I've been getting for at least half a decade now, and the giant
cock roach; all within one hour of about five minutes past five,
through five minutes past six. But the first part of this was me
doing something that I've fucking cunt noticed ever since 1983, while
residing at Jerry Pliner's nightmare rental home at 134 Norris Avenue
in Atco, NJUSAESMWG; is a real “NO-NO” thing to do unless I want
my life to immediately and suddenly be visited by these magical
non-schizophrenic fawces of Mister Hall, and
knocking me down to a pile of helpless shit and totally ruining me'
entire day, every cunt huffing time I do it. When I did it in
1983 after seeing a billboard sign on the Jewelly
Horse Pike while driving to the Resorts
International Casino of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG on
one particular day; I broke down in tears
and cried while driving, and
for the first time in about two months or more, I
lost my roulette game as a direct result,
and got totally fucking cremated. Right before the assault on me
yesterday, about half past four give or take a few dick licking
minutes, I teared up thinking about my Atlantic City nightmare
hellishness, and began to silently cry and ball for about ten minutes
or so, and as I said, WHAMO, I took the assault again that comes with
it. It's accuracy of a parallel event is very near a full 100% of the
mother fucking time, peeps. I believe that crying is no different
than anything unpleasant in our lives. It causes for some strange
reason, a major amount of our energy to be lost, and when our needed
energy supplies are depleted to any major amounts or significance in
some ratio of what we need to get through our daily fucking lives,
this allows the bad fawces of Mister Hall, to enter our immediate
proximity and damage us. I would love to hear from peeps who have had
this same similar phenomenon, now that I've hopefully managed to get
peeps more aware and conscious to this wild fucking item that IMHO is
absolutely universal to the entire human collective society, without
exception!
I
was awakened by my noisy idiots from across from me with their doors,
and I played four CNA-SNA tests, and the results were as follows:
5-Group-4W,
7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and 9-Group-8W. As of this morning,
Genie-Wheel #A33 is holding an ART of 19.537% BMS, and yes, I fucked
up and printed a wrong ART on my last showing, it was a little higher
than what I printed, just a silly bookkeeping error that I caught and
managed to correct, 'so sahwee' Mister Ambassador, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Pearl
Harbor, Hawaii,
USA;
poor poor pitiful non Linda Ronstadt PH,
but yes Mister Ambassador sir, from the PH skin factor to all of the
great Mizz Knowitall Hollister PH's, wow
do these PH dots keep shooting me in the groin at the speed of
fucking lighthouses and light, oh wonderful rotten sinful world!!!
But getting back to the four tests so far done on this 3rd
July day of 2020 yo, the 5-Group-4W,
7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and 9-Group-8W, on the black chip gaming
level of $100.00, the net pre-vig P&L's are as follows: The first
test was $+300, the second test was $-300, the third test was $+300,
and the fourth test WashCLOTHS WAS Sir Mike Soft Sucks Sir, $+700,
for a total pre-vig or PG profit of $1,000 or ten units. No green vig
zero numbers came out during these 24 spins of this PHR (Paper
Hypothetical Roulette), so the net P&L for these four
tests is 1000-0=$1,000.00 profit in 24 paper-hypothetical spins of
Genie-Wheel #A33. 'WEEEEEEEEEE',
as the great wonderful mighty muscle man, Sir Shoeknockeroutter
Chester-Frank (CF), would put it
so damn eloquently, in the year 2000; oh
lovely Misses Cooley Hall Marola.
Now
to get revenge for the death siege on me with last evening's MAJOR
FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, YO YO YO YO YO YO:
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE ANY © MATERIAL UPON
REQUEST.
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 WHOEVER WAS BEHIND THE
MAJOR FUCKING THREE PART HORRENDOUS DEATH SIEGE ON ME YESTERDAY
EVENING, 2 JULY, 2020,
WITH
A
MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE, A MAJOR PHONE HARASSMENT, AND A MAJOR MINIDROID
ASSAULT; 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.
Somebody
will be real fucking sorry for this one, ol' buddy boy
and Georgie and Uncle Billy, yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
THE
END,
AND SMELLING REAL
GOUUUUUD!
Jun
25, 2020 5:00 AM – Jul 2,
2020 4:00 AM
HEY
YO, I'M FUKIN' DYIN' HERE BRO!
|
POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 16
7:12
PM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY NIGHT
The
weather report on this 2nd of July at approximately
sixteen minutes past seven in the evening is as follows, peeps:
THURSDAY,
2 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---1:04
PM
TEMPERATURE---93
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---ON THE HIGH NOW
HEAT
INDEX---103
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
HUMIDITY---55%
WIND---WSW
AT 9 MPH, & GUSTING TO 16
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---****-*
AIR
QUALITY---MODERATE
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:30
A, 8:20 P
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---***
PREDICTIONS---50%
CHCE OF RAIN AND T-STMS, TONIGHT'S LOW 73, WITH A 40% RAIN CHCE.
TOMORROW HIGH OF 94 WITH A 40% RAIN CHCE.
According
to my read out on my ESS-COMCAST CABLE SERVICE SYSTEM from less than
an hour later, the temperature in Fort
Pierce-FL-USA, is at 95 degrees, despite the weather report;
and it remained there for a good solid two hours or more, before
edging its way slowly downward a wee tad bit, yo!!!
So
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'; OH GREAT CF!
SHERIFF
KJM, MOUNTAINPEN, AND FL-AG ASHLEY MOODY
©
MARK
WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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.
People,
yo; I am having some really weird outlandish fucking shit happening
to me on a daily basis, and I mean outlandish
even for the life of the goddamn ass Mountainpen, yo me'
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell it 2U!
In
Port Saint Lucie, the town to the south of mine about ten miles give
or take, it is now as of 3 PM, 96 boiling degrees, and I am sure that
even with slightly lower humidity, the feels
like H.I.-temp there, is somewhere in that 5-10 over the buck
number; yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! But the oven heat of Florida, and the
south of America in this normally sweltering weather system each July
and August, and even September; is not what
is at issue here, other than for the fact that whenever
things are extra unpleasant in the weather-world, even if only by a
small 'degree' with no pun intended; this is
also when my life is really smoking fucking nasty ass bad as well,
yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD GIANT-GINA THE ARM BREAKER, AND LOVELY LATE NINETIES QUEEN OF
THE NIGHT LADIES, that the Dow Jones Stock Market would be up and it
will again tomorrow, IPYT peeps, and sure enough, every bit of
yesterdays loss was all gained back as well as about twenty
additional points, closing up about ninety-two and a third points, as
a result of yesterday's BRUTAL MOTHER FUCKING NOISE DEATH SIEGE AND
BUILDING NABE ENEMIES PERSECUTION ON ME, AND ALSO TOTAL AND COMPLETE
ILLEGAL ELDER-ABUSE TOO!!!!!!!
Here
is the wild story for today, and if I am lying or making any part of
it up or even exaggerating, I hope the Almighty SSJK puts me in
DOGTOWN for 1,000 MK of interaction there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While
out yesterday, or maybe Mister Mexico during the hug from hell, put
into my Publix Shopping bag, that customers can buy for a dollar made
out of some type of burlap with two nice handles; a beyond gigantic
ROACH. This thing is eight inches long and not thick but very
elongated in its bodily make up. It has huge wings. It came walking
right across my bed and then flew right at me while I was watching
the fucking local news on my cable television, at approximately five
minutes past six of the clock this goddamn mother fucking evening! I
chased it and kept trying to swat it so it would fall from mid air
onto the rugs so that I could step on it and totally squash the
monster ass fucking thing from hell, but it managed to get away and
underneath a table at the far northeast corner of my goddamn studio
apartment here. I have a RAID CAN in both the kitchen as well as here
in the main living area, and I grabbed it and emptied the entire
thing. I know it has to die eventually as it was stuck there and
gassed to death. When I eventually find the strength to move the
heavy glass and iron eating table, I know I'll find it dead back
behind it somewhere as there was nowhere for it to go to escape the
RAID ASSAULT and I gave it the whole mother fucking can. When I do
get it, I am taking it to a local university that I passed when I
used to go to the psych place in Vero Beach. They are into marine
mammals, but I know this will totally fascinate them; and I
am going to get my life exposed somehow, if I have to fucking cunt
die in the goddamn ass attempt, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A roach that huge as well as
that aggressive who charged at me, is like no roach I have ever seen
before, and I have indeed seen the extra huge granddaddy roaches, and
have had two of them in my apartment over the past five fucking cunt
eating years, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!! But this goddamn thing has had to have
been laboratory produced by a nuclear pile and an integrenetrized
electronic process combination, just as were those attacking
HADDONWOOD SUPER GIANT-FLIES from HELL in 1996 at the outside fucking
cunt swimming pool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And this connects into another wild
fucking deal also, yo BRRR!
Ever
since my nabe from HELL, Mister 605-MEXICO began blasting music, or
moved in really, as he has done that from the very day he came
here next door to fucking me; my entertainment system has somehow
been interfered with, or the audio part of it, and many older blogs
from late last year and into early 2020 went into some large details
concerning this matter. Anyone of you are free to archive it and see
all of it for yourself. Part of numerous problems in this
malfunctioning audio, is a loud annoying fucking deep humming noise
that does not belong there while I am watching my TV or videos, and
yes, it is on both the video player system too, so it ain't a direct
problem coming from the ESS-COMCAST CABLE service and their modem
box. One way to improve the problem, was to take the RCA patch chord
wires that connect from the back of the video machine, as well as the
TV and the cable box; and place them up on a clean folded up cloth,
an old jersey that I don't wear since it fits lousy on me since I've
lost lots of weight, and I fold it up and place it underneath of the
wires so they touch only the cloth, and not the surface of a table
that is made of a metallic substance; and may in some small way be
causing the interference. Still, it stops it for a day or two and
then it is back unless I lift up the wires by hand and place them
back onto the cloth material again. This again stops all of the
humming noise and lessening of audio signal on my system. Now why is
this happening and what is going on? Well it is all coming as do all
unexplainable things of the world of magical electronics, from the
ASTRAL-PLANE POLITICAL MACHINE known as
the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”, and yes, has been talked
about over and over again on my nearly 15-YEAR blogging project
now!!!!!!!! But it's now time to move things still farther along here
on this goddamn topic, yo peeps! This is all interconnected also with
the following items, and I assure you this is absolutely fucking cunt
true and real:!!!!!!!!! Donna Summer the disco queen and her GREAT
SIGNAL from her song about her finger on the trigger and the magic
sound that was on the tape that I left for her at the Resorts Casino
that night in the early nineteen-eighties. Also, Mortimer Death Angel
Mortino and his magic sound is part of this deal and again, totally
is interconnected into this entire fucking mess. Also still, the
sound that is heard on old style analogue recordings that were made
on tapes, when bulk erased with a large degaussing system, leaving a
thumping sound that can be heard when played back after tapes are
erased, if someone is playing it through a powerful amplifier and
loudspeaker system and especially with today's all too frequently
used SUB-WOOFER systems!!!!!!!!!! All of these items are all part of
the GMC or the GREAT
MILLIONTH COUNCIL, along with a final ingredient that has
been told and blogged before on old Jersey-Blogs, where a documentary
about the Bermuda Triangle discusses a radio show host and how the
show had callers and the conversation was about the Triangle, and
suddenly the entire station was magically and mysteriously taken over
by a group who managed to call through and control their entire
show, telling the goddamn deejay that they are the “MILLIONTH
COUNCIL”!!!!!!! This is all verifiable and true, and
anyone can do a little bit of fact checking legwork here to prove me
correct and accurate, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
more item needs to be quickly discussed as a final ingredient for
laying down some incredible foundations that will all be further
explored as more blogs follow along here,
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
and BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT BUT
folks; it is not meant to be one bit offensive, especially to any
authority figures or the Criminal Justice System in general, but it
does need addressing, as if peeps in this nation would come to see
the entire deal as clearly as I do in all of this shit, IPYT all of
this violence happening now pertaining to BLM and police brutality
and all of it and more, would be lessened to a nearly zero amount if
not abated and halted all together. Before I get into this final item
here, I want to say that about forty minutes or so before I was given
the wild nuke-pile-integratron-roach FROM DOGTOWN-HELL, I was
telephoned by those scamming mother fucking ILLEGAL bastards that I
fully plan to report to the AG of Florida on her SCAM-LINE for
reporting these things and give the AG-Office the full details, and
what they did to me a few hours ago around half past five or so, with
ILLEGAL CALLER-ID SPOOFING; that goes beyond just that but also
ILLEGALLY stalking me and my life as if that is not what this is,
then they'd have no way of knowing about my telephone call to the
REMAX REALITY in Vero Beach a couple of weeks ago. A phone number was
on the caller ID while I was in the bathtub, and it was not a match
to the REMAX Realty, but it said on the system “REMAX REALTY”,
and is a totally illegal spoof job; and they claim to be collectors
for the police to help officers, and believe me; there
are no legitimate collectors who work for the police at any level,
state or local, doing this; and the Florida Attorney General is going
to hear about this. They illegally got my phone green-tapes
(luds) which is how the phone service companies and providers bill
customers and track their phone usage; and then used it to spoof my
CALLER-ID-BOX, Mizz A.G. Ashley Moody, mah'm!!!!!!!!!! These are the
very same enemies from 1987, who when I called the 411 information
operator to ask for the goddamn telephone number of a
reader/adviser/psychic in Clementon, New Jersey, Madame Mary on the
White Jewelly Horse Pike, gave me the phone number instead, for the
office of Richard Karpf, my previous nightmare from hell landlord in
Cherry Hill on Marlton mother fucking Pike! They thought that was
real fucking funny in their diseased and warped sense of sicko humor,
but the point is that illegally harassing me like this is totally
CRIMINAL, and President Donald John Trump has been behind this, him
and his cohorts and crony henchmen from hell, long before he was the
President of the USA, and he should be locked up in jail, not lovely
gorgeous Mizz Hillary, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!
The
number of this crooked phone scam WOMO-M2F enemy, Mizz AG Moody, is
239-210-7024. My ESS-COMCAST CALLER-ID system
shows the call coming in at 5:19 on this date of 7-2-2020,
mah'm!!!!!!! Above the number, are written the words of “REMAX
REALITY GR” These same pricks call me all the goddamn time, oh
lovely Mizz Florida AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once a couple years
ago, I offered 20 dollars to get them off my back and the man
practically threatened me to give more, and since
the area code of 239 is not in Florida, unless I am wrong, I think
that the fucking FBI
needs to be brought into this, because this is interstate
fraud and intimidation, and other charges that I know that any good
DA could come up with, and make a great case!!!!!!!!!! I'll gladly be
a state's witness as I know they're fucking part of what I call the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE and AKA Trump's
Henchmen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course know fully well that you are
a Republican Mizz AG-AM mah'm, but if you want to prove me wrong
here, then why not follow this up when I call you tomorrow, to
complain about these monster pricks on your wonderful and totally
fantastic 'SCAMMER-HOTLINE'??????????????????????????? I believe Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank would say it so goddamn well right
about here and now, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
So
let's finish up with the authority related
problem, as we all know what I am about to discuss and tell is
real, and needs to be fucking properly addressed, either here and now
by me the Mountainpen, or else later on after tons more trouble and
woes go right on happening here in this screwed up US of A!!!
We
all know it and we all see it, the police do it and so do all power
structure systems and peeps who are employed with them, and they are
trained to do this by a real tangible machine of sociologically
created order. I have labeled and named it as the Authority
Interaction Syndrome, or the AIS for short. This, simply put, is the
way that those in authority treat any and all of us who come to them,
and then a breakdown from normal interactions begins for whatever the
reason, and suddenly, it is AUTHORITY verses the GOVERNED. Now this
may appear as some disrespectful writing but it could save a whole
goddamn lot of lives if peeps would ever pay any damn attention to
the wisdom of the Mountainpen, only we all know that they
won't!!!!!!!!!!!! On one particular “COPS”
episode, and the show as we all know is canceled along with the
LIVE-PD and all of it, ever since the
recent early spring time problems and the BLM
situation all started to get a real 'strangle
hold' on things. Without a
little humor to keep us all sane, we'd all go fucking 'soup-nuts' in
a goddamn second, so hey; don't fight me, like
me, Mister Subways Vandegrift from
1986!!!! So back on pernt here, Sir Archibald
Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was this one particular episode on a
COPS TV-SHOW with a heavy set young man with some mental issues in a
parking lot of a large store such as a K-Mart or a Walmart. In no
time at all, he and the police got into it and he admitted that he
was suffering from mental problems and was special ed, and thank the
angel on his shoulders, things did escalate, but then they got
better; but only due to the doggie following
the submission signals, and hey, that is cool with me,
authority has to be just that, in charge. I don't find a problem or a
fault with this, but in all of this, there is a hidden powerful item
that is happening, the “AIS”. So what is it, and why do I
discuss it, yet at the very same time and with the very same breath;
I echo the sentiments of the authority having the right to be in
charge, as without L&O, and yes,
proving that even the almighty Mister Trump is correct sometimes on
shit; but yes, without it, we would all slip
into anarchy, and I for one would find a very sharp knife in
my kitchen drawer should that ever happen, and I would slice off my
hands and quickly try and bleed out to escape the horrendous
lawlessness and dogshit that would start to ensue in
hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey CUZZ, I don't disagree with many things you
say or do, only with your arrogant kingly attitude. Think about it
for one second DJT. I could theoretically win the Powerball lottery
and after all federal and state taxes are paid, end up with many
hundreds of millions of dollars. How does that make me one bit better
of a human being however, than I was when I woke up this cunt eating
morning and was getting dressed to go over to the gas station to
purchase my winning lottery fucking ticket, yo bud??????????? I'm the
very same person, and you with all your fucking wealth and your
family too, you put on your clothes just as I do, you belch and fart
just like the rest of us, and you sure ain't no fucking god, I mean
have you seen a damn mirror lately? You think you're still 22 or
something cuzz? You're flesh and blood just like me, yo. I don't get
very excited over celebrities or wealthies because I've known them,
and they are all peeps that I am very happy not to associate with for
the very most part. A well known sixties rock star looted my dead
moms clothes in my closet in 2000, others steal my shit and laugh at
me, while they live in fucking utter luxury and I live with gigantic
integrenetrized cock roaches and endless hellishness; and I
can go on an don and on, 'CUZZ DON' and don and don!!!!! But
let's not get all out on weird fucking tangents here, and try staying
on pernt, Archie!!!!!!!!! This AIS is very real however, and I speak
of a machinery here, that the authority is all somehow using; and
this machinery is not something that those who it's been used on and
against, appreciates in the smallest mother fucking goddamn way!!! It
is used in many ways, words and speeches given to us by those
governing over us and yes, police in general do it, but they
ain't the only ones; John Marcucci
Count VonLennon! I will give the two examples with me
recently when upon two occasions I have interacted with the local
police after calling them on my noisy music-noise blaring
Mexican-American neighbor whose name I
do not know nor haven't bothered enough to ask what it is; hence my
description of him, and it is not one bit racist, although
the goddamn asshole Democrats with their fucked
up PC shit, will vehemently disagree with me, I'm quite
goddamn ass sure!!!!!!!!! Another CF-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE may be in order
here, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here now are those two
items: I asked the officer who was out here last and most recently if
he knew of any mobile home parks around here that he could recommend
to me since I must move in order to escape the noisy nabe from hell,
and all he kept saying to me is, “I can't help you with that, I'm
not trying to move to a mobile home park”. To me that was an answer
that was somewhere sandwiched in-between mean, ignorant, and
prishy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the time before that, another officer told
me to record the noise, since I am claiming that he turns it up after
he knows he is in the clear to do it and when no one will come back
to check it out. He told me to record it, and to buy a cellphone with
recording ability, and camera technology. This way I would have time
and date stamped evidence as well as the sound of the deafening
sub-woofer noise in my apartment. I carefully and rationally
explained to him that no little recording device can record a very
low frequency sound that is made by sub-woofers. I told him that I
worked at a recording studio from 1979 through 1981, and that I knew
a little bit about what I was talking about. But he kept belittling
my knowledge and claiming I was from the old days, and that I could
record the sound. Common sense tells anyone, at least who is not a
fucking mask hating Republican during a Global Pandemic; that if a
sub-woofer could be easily recorded and played back on some little
thing like a phone, 2020 year tech or naut; that no one would ever
need to pay hundreds or thousands of bucks ever again to purchase
sub-woofers. The entire conversation went very prishy real fast, but
then that instantly turned up AIS began, and I knew from lots of
experience and old age wisdom, to just back off and give up. It beats
being carted off to fucking jail! Ain't America really great; oh
wonderful Planet Earth???????????????? Knowing how this works, and
sending people to all three schools, grammar, middle, and high, at
least once, where students are taken into the auditorium for an
assembly to be taught by local Law Enforcement Officers (LEO'S), the
proper interaction for behaving at road stops with those in
authority, would stop 99% of all of these woes and bloody problems;
but who listens to Mark Mohr?????????? Nobody at all. I mentioned
this many times over the past ten years or so to numerous peeps, and
they just look at me with a vacant dumb ass expression on their
goddamn miserable faces, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I no
longer plan to ever try helping anybody with anything, EVER
EVER EVER EVER AGAIN!!!!!!! Sir John Henningsen said it all in
1968 and 1969, countless times to me. “It's just that simple
Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'THE
END', AND STINKING TO THE BRIDGE!
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 2nd
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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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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 1st
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.
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 will 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 EARTH, 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 psycho, 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
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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 fucking 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
fucking 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 #610, 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 fucking 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 to 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 where he sees a shrink, and gets his medications; and the
other dude lives here in the building and was the one who said to me,
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 an 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
EARTHLY 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 are all 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
fucking 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 fucking 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 out 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 BEFORE; 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 fucking 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 DAMN 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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