The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 3

RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 3

RELIGION OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3, & ENLIGHTENMENT FOR HUMANITY; THAT IS BASED ON THE 2^nd GREATEST SUFFERER THAT EVER LIVED ON THIS EARTH-PLANET, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, THE 21^st CENTURY BLOGGER FROM NEW JERSEY AND FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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JULY 27, 2020,

MONDAY MORNING AT 1:14 AM,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

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ASTRAL YANCY, EARTH YANCY MARKIE, AND LITTLE MERRY

A local minister when I was growing up in New Jersey, said something on one particular day, where my mom and I had walked into his church for Sunday services, that I won't ever forget, and that right now is beyond absolutely apropos in all of this: “All things and all people are NOT GOD, but they are, as are all things and people; GOD'S mirrored reflection”! That, as lovely Vera might say in Mel's Diner on TV, “IS DEEP”, and it is so damn ass true as well!!!!!!!! And this same truth can be used for things on the opposite side of the good/bad polarity of the human realm's electromagnetic spectrum, you know, THE EVIL OR NEGATIVE LEFT SIDE, the fawces of darkness as referenced in our HOLY BIBLES. We indeed can take this same way of observing all truths, and the interconnected worlds of physical and astral or in Einsteins more scientific language, mass and energy; and not be one bit apprehensive about using this same exact thing. Why? Because it works, and no differently than the so-called magical Bible readers who ask GOD a Q&A CO-NON-ART, SO-NON-ART via prayer and then randomly opening their BIBLES UP and closing their eyes and pencil in hand, start marking an area on a page for the great SSJK to speak back to them. Don't laugh. I have proven to this world even if you all won't ever believe a word of it, that indeed, randomly doing things like this will indeed prove that ALL DOTS ALWAYS DO AND WILL ENDLESSLY CONNECT INTO ALL THINGS, just as when I do this with my own computer open office document files, and include 'CAP jobs' from older posts, onto current blogs. By the way, when I was writing that fucking shit about the 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL' (MC) back about seventeen minutes ago give or take, 'THEY' HACKED MY SYSTEM, AND MADE SOME SCREEN POP UP FOR NO GOOD REASON, AND THEN MOVED ME' POINTER TO A DIFFERENT POSITION ON ME' BLOG, right in the middle of me' typing a word; and this was at 4:15, just for the fucking diseased record!!!!!!!!!!!

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“Okay” Mister Latengrate John King of Atlantic City; I have now drawn in my FACL so as to avoid the unpleasantness of seeing the nasty ass face of 'Almighty Miss Jane' Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Thistlethorns; all digitally represented as four stringing damn ONE NUMBERS. So I will tell a few things today about this weekend, that were not told on Saturday's blog about Saturday, as well as the quiet day of Sunday, and we al have heard that famous mother humping expression about the calm before the storm, have we naut?

The old days are gone. I can no longer enjoy watching or getting any spiritual edification and uplifting from the vast majority of television preachers or televangelists as they're labeled and called in present time circa. I was enjoying a guy speaking for a while, despite his obvious love for the Republican ways, and Epitomized Antichrist Donald John Trump who they've all suddenly been completely and wrongfully enlightened in their false god-leader worship to believe; and then after some really great and absolutely truth telling preaching, suddenly the MASK CONVERSATION becomes relevant in this otherwise fantastic sermon. He goes into a diatribe of masks being a hoax and total absolute UNSCIENTIFIC LIES that defy any and all logic that used to prevail all throughout my entire life until this evil monster became our president; and I just switched the mother fucker right off my television system without so much as pausing to belch!!!!!!! How all of this absurd nonsense can be happening, only goes to explain that what I have claimed to be real and happening all around me, ever since the endlessly reiterated and famous date of August 15, 1986, is also likewise true and really going on. This entire thing is beyond mother fucking MAGICAL, and it is also totally beyond FRIGHTENING to so someone like me is extremely enlightened, and knows just what and who is behind all of these OZ-CURTAINS, or much of it. I may naut be the great Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H., MY GREAT PEEPS; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great BIG ASS BUTT, and but folks; I know just enough shit, after being in direct contact with this incredible human being, or WHATEVER, great CONGRESSMAN; to be able to really see and feel a fear that cannot be taught in some group of lessons, or even learned at some fantastic Ivy-league University. When that great man of ultimate mysterious talents, and beyond Marcucci WISDOMS, spoke great powerhouse things to me on the Atlantic City beach that day back in middle 1974, while I was rooming in Mizz Selena Dada's place on Stenton Avenue; I realized that there were entities that can appear as flesh and blood human beings, who do indeed and just as GREAT BIBLE SCRIPTURES PROCLAIM HAPPENED LONG AGO, come to regular humans such as myself that day at the shore, ALL LOVELY PP'S everywhere; and they are absolutely able to somehow transmit great super human information directly into the minds of these ordinary regular peeps such as myself. It happened to me with this great “LAW OF 1”, and this is perhaps one of the wildest incidents that has ever happened here on this goddamn EARTH-PLANET!!!!!!! Still, me' pernt is quite simple here really. Just from this thing that happened to me on that beach that day when I was nineteen and a half years of age, physically in present persona, I can see the world so differently via this LAW OF 1, but I also am able to see that what has happened to me since 8-15-1986, has now happened to the entire world. But in 1986, or in 2020, the world cannot see it, as they were not on that beach and they did not ever interact with this incredible, “whatever”, Sir Bob Andrews! I know that the three life forms who altered my entire life in ways not comprehendible to anyone in this entire world, are Jim Burr, Patricia Hollister, and the “Beach-Alchemist” as I have refered to him so many times as, on so many blogs. Then approximately nine years later, after that day in Atlantic City, and my being somehow magically and telepathically transmitted mind to mind, this LAW OF 1; I found myself residing in Atco, NJUSAESMWG about 40-45 miles west of Atlantic City, and right on that magical JEWELLY 'WHITE' HORSE PIKE, where so many addresses are all along that fit into my life including the great ACMUA 'WATERWORKS', oh great Latengrate Sir Frank Callio; and this is the place where I was PHYSICALLY DESTINED TO REMEMBER THE GREAT LOVE OF MY LIFE, LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, PURGATORY. This is where I first plugged in that marvelous PRIVECODE IMM machine (Later becoming the (InterDigital Corporation), and then LIGHTNING came to me in this human plane of mortal life, and things al progressed from there in early and middle 1983. At two minutes mother fucking shy of two this morning, this computer system went totally nuts and even though it did not crash, the entire blog vanished, and I was on page one, and all of this was lost. I kept hitting my CONTROL-Z key, and it did not bring it back. Then, MC, and granddaddy of Diana, GREAT ASTRAL GOD COIL ZUUDLOW, and all early 1988 dreams of great power from my Moorestown fucking rental home on Central Avenue at 114 West; I went for broke, and tried the real magical non-HOLLISTER CHANT. I kept hitting the CONTROL-Z KEYS over and over, and said silently to myself, “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”, over and over again, but not three times, Sir Beetlejuice, or watered down camp bug-juice from Marcucci's Cooley Hall thermos bottle. 'Nosirrebob', mother fucking dirt bag MILLIONTH COUNCIL scum eating toilet water swallower kings; I kept hitting those keys and saying the chant, just as Diana's granddaddy told me in early 1988 to do in that SUPER FUCKING WILD DREAM, whenever I need to call on some really great powers against my Earthly or 'otherwise' enemies, but whose true source and origin will always be DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE AKA on the mortal realm here in human life, ********HELL********!!!!!!!!!!! Not to get too fucking cunt far off on a tangent here, but NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, and we all know this after reading my nearly fifteen year blogging project, right folks???????? So whatever I was speaking about, right before the dirt bag mother fucking prick shit MILLIONTH-COUNCIL crashed my office file in a very mysterious way; obviously was not one goddamn wee tiny ass bit appreciated by the great ASTRAL-PLANE MC, so KABOOM!!! They assaulted me!!! Still, Detective Lenny Briscoe Sir, what else is new, or SOSO-WEIN-SSDD???????????

Speaking of lovely ASTRAL COIL DIANA Z. ARTEEMIS, her gorgeous and beyond damn ass fantastic LIGHTNING came over to visit with me at shortly past seven last evening, and stayed until shortly before eight; making super intense colorful and brilliant CG-bolts, Ribbon-Flashes, and all sorts of wonderful spectacles, that only SHE is able to perform for her “Little Boy”, as SHE always calls me!

As I said, get ready for a giant UP DAY on the DJIA STOCK MARKET TODAY, JULY 27, 2020. It may be ABSOLUTELY HISTORIC!!!!! I live in a totally corrupt town and county, and state, and nation, and I plan to get out of here as soon as this pandemic ends, IF IT EVER MOTHER FUCKING DOES that is!!!!!!!!!!

10-4-LENNY MCKINNON and Miss Chillie!

Chapter 2

7:00 PM, Saturday night, 25 July, 2020

ABSOLUTE WORST WEEK OF MY ENTIRE LIFE

SUPER BOTBAR ALL WEEK LONG, AND OFF EVERY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN SCALE:

I was cursed at and nearly assaulted by Mister Mexicadoor, over in unit #605, a few minutes ago, when I called the police after HIS 2-DAY MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT ON ME, with his incredibly loudly blaring music. Right in front of the nice female officer, he hollered, cursed, and shouted; and said all kinds of horrendous things to me, from his door while I stood outside of my door. I have no idea what will happen, but this was the worst day that I have ever had, and I know fully well that the MILITUFORCE has struck me super fucking hard. There is a bible scripture about things that are totally evil that happen and that they do not come from this world, but rather, from 'beyond', and I totally know as well as believe, that this is the truth, as I have lived for nearly sixty-six years in this nightmare twilight zone of this endless misery all around me! He will not turn off his music, and it is still blasting out. This was the worst day of my entire mother fucking life. It is now 11:37 tonight and I have been out all day long. The police just left me to fend for myself, and this entire town is totally corrupt, as is this county, as is this PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY OF FORT PIERCE. I phoned the 911 emergency again to ask why I was not spoken to regarding this horrible neighbor who cursed me out and threatened me right in front of the officer, and the officer called me on the phone about twenty minutes after my second call, and she said that he did not threaten you, he only cursed and shouted at you which is not against the law. Who out here would like to mother fucking place a bet with me right now, double or nothing, for a million bucks; that IF I HAD DONE THIS, AND BEHAVED LIKE THAT WITH A POLICE OFFICER; I WOULD BE IN THE COUNTY JAIL RIGHT NOW TONIGHT, AND I WOULD BE SITTING IN THAT JAIL FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!!!! So why after two weeks of stopping his very loud monster noise, did he resume all over again on Friday and give me a BACK TO BACK TWO DAY DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE? Well, many of us know why and know the truth and the reasons. It is because the mother fucking STOCK MARKET WAS DOWN ON THE LAST COUPLE OF TRADING DAYS LAST WEEK, and Donald Trump cannot have that, not when his mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH magical 2020-REELECTIONS ARE NOW BUT THREE MONTHS AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY NEXT PREDICTION BASED ON 36 YEARS OF THIS HELLISH NIGHTMARE ICPE-APE DJIA SHITUATION ARE AS FOLLOWS AND QUITE PREDICTABLE TOO:

MONDAY'S TRADING DAY, 28 JULY

HUUUUUUUUUGE UP DAY ON WALL STREET!

THIS IS NOW THE ABSOLUTE WORST FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND OF MY ENTIRE NEARLY 66 YEARS OF HELL-LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I also feel that there is a wee bit more to all of this. When I typed and blogged my full complete conversation with Sir WGSP on my prior blog, opening up this blog-book CHAPTER 1 with the full details; KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW, KAPOW!!!

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 MONSTER SUPER ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE DEATH ATTACK ON ME TODAY 25 JULY, 2020, WITH MISTER 605 MEXICO AND HIS BLARING SUBWOOFERS AND TWO DAY SUPER BOTBAR HE HAS NOW CAUSED ME WITH THIS MONSTROUS BEHAVIOUR, AND ALSO THE MONSTER SCUM WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS MOVING IN HERE AND DOING THIS TO WHICH IS THE ENTIRE FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY,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

Before I sat down tonight to do the blog that I thought I could do earlier but couldn't, as my enemies were far from done with me, in so far as causing my death hellish misery on quintuple steroid doses; yes, I asked GENIE WHEEL #A33, of the CNA-SNA PHR, 5 sets of Q&A's. Here are the incredible results, after this beyond surreal and epitomized DAY OF DOGTOWN, that I fully believe was a two day and counting punishment for telling about my soon to come MAJOR LAWSUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAME 1--------5 Q&A's---WWWWW---(+$500)

GAME 2)---7 Q&A's---WWWLWWW---(+$500)

GAME 3---------5 Q&A's---WLWWW---(+$300)

GAME 4---7 Q&A's---WWWWWWW---(+$700)

GAME 5-------------3 Q&A's---WWW---(+$300)

34 TOTAL SPINS

7 VIG HITS

VIG-LOSS ON 100 DOLLAR LEVEL

(-$350.00)

P&L RESULTS BEFORE VIG

$+2,300.00

NET P&L AFTER VIG SUBRACTIONS

$+1,950.00

People, I fully intend to go over to the office of the Fort Pierce Housing Authority on Monday morning, and tell them that this man who they put next door to me, not only refuses to lower his horrendous music, but has cursed me out, and went beyond any limits imposed by Political Correctness accepted behavior with me, and in front of the officer. I know I won't get anywhere, and I realize that I am going to have to take a few items that fit into my car AND RUN AWAY FOR MY LIFE AS I DID IN 2009, all over again. I will do this, because I won't allow this horrible bunch of monster fucking bastards to get away with my murder, any more than I was willing to do this in 2009; Governor Desantis!!! If I run far away out to Cali, what can they do? They can't force me back here, that much I know. I am a legal adult who can go where I want, and so I mother fucking will!!!!!!!!!! Before I forget to tell the blog about it, two major incidents happened while I was out during the final hour of my nightmare TIKER. Remember that TIKER is short for time killing errands route. I won't bore anyone with the entire TIKER, but in the final hour after it was dark, first, Diana played with a street light and began turning it on and off the way that she used to do when all of this trouble began for me back in the goddamn eighties, and then directly following this when I parked at the fishing park area, a military plane that has stalked me during times of great siege all throughout this 36-year total nightmare hellishness; went over me completely zenith and low enough to call it a major buzz job, but no, not at CRASH LEVEL, as my aerial assault peeps do upon numerous occasions when they are attacking me BIG ASS TIME!!!

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This blog will get real good, so if any part of it seems to rerun things a bit, or be slow in telling and revealing junk; bear with me please folks. I know exactly what I am doing, and it will be a really huge DOOZIE-WHOPPER-LOO-LOO of a blog, and IPYT!!! So forget all the times that I have told these blogs that the great 'SSJK' has told me in “sleeping-states”, to be more subtle while telling this story, along with of course, to knock off all of my horrendous profanity; but forget the great Scylla Goddess, and let us look at the mighty Earthly counterpart of these great initials, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, which in a nutshell, equals the EW, the “Entertainment-World”. This 'EW' term that I use and have used for some time now, in today's modern age of post 1990; includes sports figures, and maybe even our Washington and local politicians; and is no longer simply confined to the worlds of Hollywood acting, movies and television; and major recording labels, and musical artists. I did say major and not independent, and there seems to be a difference of opinion among many folks about many things. For example, the 'BonJovi' peeps at the PSL, FLUSAESMWG studio, have told me that the 'major labels' of the 'music world' are alive and well, and in control, as always. PP, my partner in SPR since 1998, has a differing opinion, to which he is perfectly entitled to, with or without my permission, or that of MD from 1980 at the RPL Studios. Still, this is a tangent that is taking us off the main point, and I don't choose to digress further, so let me go on now and tell a little tale of truth, all about how my endless nightmare circumstances only perpetually continue to unravel and worsen, both geometrically and as time nears an ending for my present lifetime, an almost parabolic curving quantitative frequency of this ever heightening of horrors. Scylla is not the only entity or force that believes in subtle messaging, nor is She by any means the one who began using these with me, or maybe I should rephrase and say that around the very same time, both SHE, and the EW, seemed to kick in and begin this GAME. I speak of early 1980, with the LOIS FOCA INTERACTION, and progressing forward from this point, all of the RADIO GAME, and the TV GAME that all planted their roots, and grew into this wild incredible game that even the imaginations of peeps like those who created shows such as Star Trek, and The Twilight Zone, and the Outer Limits, and along these lines; would have to take a real back seat to when all things over a long time period, are all said and done. Still, inside this game, is one constant, and it is absolute, and inviolate; and this would be its subtlety. Without including the ever present reality of the 6^th dimensional STM (Space-Time-Mind), and seeing things as PP told me that I should try and see things on a more surface level, if for no other reason than the preservation of my own limited sanity. He may or may not remember telling me this on the road one day while we were going to take care of something that pertained to his drivers license; but speaking right on the surface, when I sent my song called, “HA-HA-WHO”, down in late 1981, or maybe early 1982, to the United States Copyright Office, for 'PAu' registration, LA-LA; I had no 3-D awareness whatsoever of this powerful GAME OF THE GODS, in their Earthly counterpart forms as the EW. What I know now in its fullness, I knew in fullness then, but only on a very deeply buried absolute unconscious level; and just as with the Fascitar's 'waking-freeze', totally for my own protection.

And no great folks, it ain't fucking:

RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 2

END TRANSMISSION.

Yes, my 'BBA' is now only 70%, and there is no way to say otherwise, but it will shoot right back up and I will now discuss with you all, just what is 'IMHO', truly going on here, with numerous things that are all totally fucking rapped up in this deal. So be ready to pay attention to some details, or come back when more in that type of mood, pweeeeeze! TANKS & BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! This cheap fucking computer just CRASHED AGAIN, while attempting to repair a simple two letter FIX-WORD. I typed in a moment ago, “ but it will shoot right back up”, only the 'but' word had been miss-typed as BT in small letters without the “U”, and when I clicked onto the dictionary system to fix the word, pow, CRASH!!!!!! I am not able on this stupid program, for whatever the mother fucking cunt eating reason, to fix two letter words. IT ALWAYS CRASHES THE DAMN ASS SYSTEM, WITHOUT FAIL. What I need to do is remember that, in order to fix it. I cannot use the built in dictionary system, and I must place my pointer into the previous word, and then with cursor arrow keys, slide the thing over the misspelled word, and fix it manually. GEE WHIZ GOMER PYLE, and a great big 'GOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLEEEEEY', Sergeant Carter, United States Marine Corps!

Yessir, when the UTILITY HELL is real bad all week, I would be totally goddamn fucking cunt shocked not to have these other major persecution's and harassment's as well. And so I did, right on the normal target of the operations of this shit, ever since August 15, 1986, with my NABE FROM DOGTOWN-HELL, Mister dirt bag Mexicadoor and the HUM WIRE SHIT being right back again on me, simultaneously!!!!! This is absolutely typical MILITUFORCE behavior, right to the tee!!!!!

And now the filthy rotten mother fucking dirt bag sub-scum M2F struck me yet AGAIN, with that weird new persecution hack that I'll label the POP-UP-SCREEN-HACK, that for absolutely no good reason whatsoever, I hit a regular letter key on my typewriter and POW, on comes this screen and the letter never types. Right before that happened, I was about to say that there was one more part to our fifteen or so minute Tuesday discussion between myself and my Walgreen Semi-Pal. Just as Ron Wirtz at the 'CCPO' up in NO JERSEY did not believe too much in the 'supernatural' or Astral Plane (spirit world) if you will; neither does this great corporate attorney, who said that whatever part of my story that has truth in it that's not derived from delusions or mental illness on my part; is all happening with real flesh and blood people and has absolutely nothing to do with some “higher Plane” activity, that is first out there in the ether, and causing it to occur. I of course disagree vehemently with him, but any port in the storm for now, and he does believe some of my story now, after some pals of his checked a few things out recently. Let me tell you the one huge reason for my knowing this is a falsehood, and that I could feel totally okay to discuss based on my own personal life experiences; even if I were in a court of law and under a legal oath under full pain of perjury charges, and maintaining my belief systems, and saying so UNDER LEGAL OATH!!!!!!!!! As most of you know about only too well from reading it many times on these nearly fifteen years of blogs; the day after Christmas, in the year 1997, 12-26-97; my mom suddenly became ill, and extremely mysteriously as well, just as I did fourteen and a half years earlier while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, on 4 June of 1983. When she was struck down with this incredible weird surreal medical condition, she was exactly like the proverbial “ZOMBIE” that we all have seen and heard of in movies, or far out SYFY books, and along these lines; and also from right out of that great sixties macabre television show, “Dark Shadows”!!! I tell you all right now as I've told you all before, and most likely will again, on many upcoming blogs not yet written; my mom became a total SYFY ZOMBIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was struck with this hellish nightmare shit, early on the morning of 26 December in 1997, right after I had met Sir Paul Evans Pedersen a couple of weeks or so earlier, and who then later somewhere in early 1998, after moving out of the Somerdale death house as I call it, and I had moved into Guthrie Shorts Blue Anchor mansion on Route 73 South, near the huge cellphone antenna; had became my business partner, in that stupid ass lame country music record label called, “Studio Park Records”, and mirror imaging to the goddamn total tee, my 1994 so-called only NAUT fictional book, “The Permission Barrier”, and its Starburn Outreach Development Corporation, and the connection in corporate ownership of this great land management company, with this inconceivable recording studio. My mother was no longer my mother, or as religious people might say, her soul left this world on that day, and I KNOW IT. But in much more accurate words of Morianity, I will say, “My mother was permanently dominated and controlled by the great Exploratron Traveler, that also in my great 1994 book, was named Mizz JULIA WHITE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone alive can go to the Library of Congress in Wash Your Hands Washington, DC, and check all of these things out, concerning my 1994 'TPB' book, and then go to the County Clerk in Camden County, to see if Paul and I did not start up that stupid ass lame record label in 1998, called 'SPR'. It happened, and the records have to exist; despite the press on several occasions, making sure my name was left out of the operations of the SPR. They have no way to control my copyright fucking registrations, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mom had been literally turned into a mother fucking total zombie, and not one medical expert could ever get to the bottom of just what happened to her, while she lingered in this unfathomable state of between hell and Earth so to speak, from 12-26-97, through 3-4-2000; when she died in her bedroom, at Guthrie Short's mansion!!!!!!! Hey, peeps can believe whatever the fucking hell that they wish to believe, but I have lived through this nightmare AND I KNOW WHAT I GODDAMN KNOW, SO YO BRO!!!!!!!! If my Semi-Pal from the Walgreen's wishes to see the MACY-CLUB, as behind a lot of my miseries, fine, so be it, Mister Marcucci of 1969, BUT, big ass BUTT; no one will ever convince me that the ASTRAL-PLANE Purgatites of super high energetic values, and you may all call it by Christian/religious names, or by Ancient Astronaut Theorists names, or be bold and use my Morianity names; a rose is a rose, just as Sir Shakespeare said that it was; and I know without any sliver of doubt, or one morsel of hesitation; that these PURGATITES are absolutely real, and absolutely behind all of MY MANY MISERIES since the day that my mom dropped me on my head on the street that day in Philadelphia. YES, THAT was the hugest convincing shot by the way, folks. That blew the mind of my Semi-Pal, when I told him how that happened more than a decade before MC was born, and then gave him that DVD of 2009 where big Gab fell and nearly dropped her kid!!!!!!!!!! Still, with all of this, and ever so damn much more; I will never ever fucking cunt believe that this is all happening in the flesh and blood human realm; not without lots and lots and lots of outside and beyond the ether help, from higher fucking HALLS FAWCES, me' goddamn BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that's THAT, Sir Esolph! With or without the mighty Latengrate Sir Dave Roth and his idea spoken to me countless times OVER TOTALLY BUGGED UP TELEPHONES, “Mark, don't give anyone a pretext for aggression”!

But this was not the final part of our talk over at the WG Parking Lot back on Tuesday, so be ready for a real fucking mind blow, oh great Mister Russell Thaxton, and Count VonMarcucci ESS-Traveler of knowings and wisdom's such as what was told to me in a Cooley-Hall HALL one day in the autumn of the year 1969, about me being able to be a father, 'chronologically'!!!!!!! Let's go further into this now, shall we peeps? He said that he has set up something that works a bit like domino chain reactions that we all know of only too well, and seen happen in actual domino falling illustrations all over the place countless times. This way, he said to me, if there was nothing at all to my story, outside of me being an incredibly crazy mind sick bastard with delusions and a huge inconceivable persecution complex, the way that he set up some shit would practically stop the chain instantly, and he would never take me seriously again about a single solitary fucking thing. He asked me if this was okay for him to do by the way, and this was around the end of last month, June of 2020. He told me that right away, and to his utter surprise and amazement, instead of it dead ending by a bunch of dominoes being removed from the chain, if anything, a hurricane wind began to shove them hard as hell. His words by the way, not mine. Then this happened four more times, for a total of five set up circumstances, that he was absolutely insistent on not making me privy to the details, telling me it would certainly not be to my best interests since I shoot off my mouth and do lots of steam valve release blogging, as he calls it. As more things continued to happen, he now knows that Ron Wirtz Senior up at the CCPO in the early nineteen-nineties was completely correct when he told me, “Mark, your problems are coming from 'big business' people”! This of course includes many things that right away we may not always correlate and mentally commingle together. This includes the business behind the entire entertainment world, the business behind the entire computer world, and many other things, and he wouldn't get specific on any details as to why he mentioned those two things right away after agreeing with ADA WIRTZ SENIOR regarding my problems all stemming from “BIG-BIZZ”. But the final thing that he spoke to me about on this topic was that he wanted me on my blogs, to start counting and officially listing the ICPE-APE-TECH correct and incorrect stock market up day predictions, and how utility and nabe-noise assaults were the main two items that are causing my parallel with the markets when these crushing persecution's are done to me every single time. As of today, I am at a 700 baseball batting average, with 3 incorrect (-) and 7 correct (+) UP DAY SELECTIONS. The markets today were DJIA DOWN by about 182 points, but I will add in something else here. This was predicted on my blog somewhere between ten and eleven this morning, shortly after the markets had opened up for the day, but I will be willing to bet huge money right now, and I will need to confirm it by hopefully getting a stock chart on the net later, but I will bet you it was DOWN BY 300-500 POINTS somewhere before the death siege, and then the death siege on me BROUGHT IT UP TO WHERE IT ONLY CLOSED DOWN A LITTLE WEE BIT UNDER 200. This all someday needs to be factored into a master equation, as all I have ever claimed is that parallel event is real, it is being used on and against me, it has been since this nightmare fucking began in middle 1986, and it does send lower markets HIGHER, one way or another, and it has done this with religious perfect fucking accuracy now for three and one half solid goddamn decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what I am saying now on this blog, without getting too specific, as I am quite good at analyzing shit said to me, even when the detailed facts are held back for my own good; as 'WGSP' put it to me on Tuesday afternoon, in my slightly altered paraphrase earlier on this bwog; is that WGSP, or(Walgreen Semi-pal), has proven, by something he was paid great monies during a highly successful law career in and near the great New York City, to be used by these very damn same large super corporations, only now; he has set up this gigantic domino highway if you will, to prove or disprove my claims, that are all told of in these 15-YEARS of blogging, and rather than having me proven nuts or a liar; he has seen for himself that indeed, and just as I've preached all along on these years of long winded fucking blogs, “WHERE THERE'S SMOKE, THERE'S GODDAMN FIRE” for crying out louder than Mister #605 Mexicadoor's loudspeaker sub-woofers and LOUD!!!!!!!!!!! Part of this domino chain was an agreement between us for me to start my blogs including this BBA if you will, as well as tieing in very specifically the ICPE-APE-TECH harassment of UTILITY/ELECTRONIC STRIKES and major NABE HELLISHNESS PERSECUTIONS with Mister jerk off Sir #605 Mexicadoor!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have done this as you all know, oh world, and since the summer time began, I have been doing just thisssssssssssssssssss; lovely Erica Snakes Cane of 1983!!!!!!!!!!! He said the magic will begin as we approach the 2020 elections, and he has set it up this way. If things continue the way that they have around me since August of 1986, and he can continue to document and record what is happening around me, and he won't be more specific than that, but WOW, he said to me, and I'll quote him, yo, “Mark, by the end of the year, I will go back into practice, represent you along with some friends of mine, if you will split the lawsuit settlement contingency fee 50-50. You would keep 50%, and we (him and another group of friends and lawyers) would keep their half, or 50%)”. I hinted at what the lawsuit might be worth, and he agreed that for what was done to my entire life, should this keep proving itself out, there WOULD NOT BE ANY PRICE to properly compensate you for the absolute total devastation, and total obliteration of your entire life; but that we will file the claim in a non-jury-award area, at 60 BILLION USD!!!!!!!!!! Some areas have a jury award system where the jury picks the number, and he wants to stay out of that arena due to the incredible potential of this lawsuit. He also added that it would be at least seventy large businesses that would be all included in the lawsuit. This is all he is allowing me to blog about that, now, or ever; and this will either work or it won't. I never ever get my mother fucking hopes up, as I am fighting the Huntington Curse behind this, and not just the Earthly FAWCES, whether he chooses to see that unfathomable reality or NAUT, oh lovely 1983 Mizz Blake of AT&T.

You see world, this hellishness on me began in noticeable and observable ways that human beings can relate to, separate from any behind the scenes HALLS FAWCES, back in the very beginning of the nineteen-sixties, while I was beginning school in Quakertown, PAUSAESMWG, at the Richland Elementary School. I told about the three main incidents and there were other smaller ones, and we don't need to rehash them in any major fucking detail, but I will now remind my Blogaudians quickly, of those three major things, that no ordinary little mother fucking child should have ever had to be put through when they did absolutely nothing to deserve any of it; and in or out of any future fucking Berryville DOGHOUSES, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was the time that I took my arithmetic book home in first grade and completed the entire book rather than one particular page that was assigned. Rather than being recognized as a prodigy student, I was actually berated and treated like a little criminal for daring to do such a crazy thing. There was the time where during a recess in the school yard, the entire class vanished, and I was somehow abducted with missing time, and when I walked over to where the class was sitting on a merry-go-round with the teacher, Misses Diets; I was scolded and punished. All I was trying to do was what I was supposed to do, and poof; the entire world turned upside down for me, and I was expected to properly deal with something that most fucking cunt adults couldn't successfully do, and then was mistreated for not being able to cooperate. Then the final incident was in class when suddenly, one by one, just about all of my classmates raised their hand and made up vicious horrible stories concerning my bad school bus behavior. I knew that I had done nothing wrong at all; but they had me totally mother fucking convinced that I was some monster. The teacher of course believed the majority just as with future times teacher Misses Marola and her great “majority speech” to me in 1969 that has been blogged over and over again. I was of course reprimanded, punished, and my mom yelled at me too when she was told! I was quite happy to get the fuck out of that horrible rotten school filled with ESS-TRAVELER ENEMIES that got into these bratty rotten kid classmates of mine, to wipe me out and totally fucking destroy me, even at the age of six and seven goddamn asshole years, for crying out fucking louder than any loudspeaker!!!!!!!! My dad's Allentown mobile home salesman job ended, and we ended up shortly moving to Atlantic City, where I then attended the Richmond Avenue Grammar School, on Richmond Avenue, and lived down the same street on Pacific Avenue, at the Bruce Manor Motel, now long gone; and when I was a teenager, it had become, guess what, A GODDAMN LABORATORY for crying out loud?

Tropical Hanna is approaching the Texas Coast and the last report from “TWC” from earlier today around one in the afternoon, is as follows:

Barometric Pressure is at 99.9% normal atmosphere or 999 M-bars

Storm moving WNW @ 9 MPH

The system coming off of the African Continent now is what has the storm experts concerned. All I need on top of life this fucking totally wretched and awful is another bad ass storm like 2016 and again in mother fucking 2017, for crying out Fontana louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Pest Control peeps woke me up at quarter past nine for the goddamn quarterly spray that of course does absolutely no good whatsoever. This of course led the Mister Mexicadoor nabe to start his music up after that, but it is not blasting, SO FAR, PTL-PR (Praise The Lord, Pat Robertson)!!!!!!!!!!! But still, this is to be expected after yesterday's stock market loss of about 353 points. It is not blasting loud, and I can live with it when it is not stupid and ridiculous. We don't live in a fucking barnyard here, and peeps should be forced to respect the rights of others who are their nabes for crying out loud. Still, this loss knocks my batting average down just a tad little bit to 7:9 for an accurate prediction, or a BBA of 777. I seriously douby that any broker has anywhere near a 777 baseball batters average, but still, I'll stop predicting UP DAYS for the DJIA, UNLESS I GET MAJOR SUPER ASSAULTS with either UTILITY-ELECTRONICS, or NABES FROM HELL NOISE that force me out of me' fucking apartment! That other morning was bad but naut super bad, and only those super bad attacks of total undeniable elder abuse can be counted on to work that 90%+ ICPE-APE-TECH!!!!!!

SO a big fat ass “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

I want to discuss a few items that are not part of my everyday boohoo cries or normal complaints or even tell-all secret shit that may be possibly counterstriking some of the enemies responsible for making my life a living miserable hell on steroids. Rather, I wish to get onto a few things that I don't discuss on any regular basis, but may indeed open up some doors for shit that I may soon be getting more into in all of these blogs. Somewhat long ago, back in the nineteen-seventies, I would be with Sir Jim Burr, the dude who I had met at the PCI Computer School Institute in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG back in the early summer time of 1973, and within a few short months after he had become one of the Born Again'ers in Christ, and he had told me that “Something in my family was behind all of my miseries”, and woe wiz-me's, and then he went onto specify that it was the 'god of this world' called “SATAN”; and when I had seemingly beaten this “DEVIL” at some particular instance and or juncture in something, I would quite loudly say, right in front of Jim Burr; “HA-HA SATAN”, and he would almost hit the clouds. This scared him a lot, and rightfully so; as shortly thereafter, and we're not talking weeks or months here, I seemingly would be super major punished for doing that, with precision clock-work regularity, that just, as the great nineties “Raspberry Dreams” musical group might put it in their great song lyrics, was simply “Impossible to ignore”. All of the deniers of reality, then or now or ever, such as Republican Climate Deniers, or Coronavirus Deniers, when shit hits home personally to them, then and only then, do they quit acting like moron pre school aged children, and they admit to the real truths that surround them. When many people who insisted that I was mentally ill or crazy or stupid or whatever, when I would say how shit was going on around me and happening to me such as the shit in my life, and then they would eventually witness it themselves, and over and over, they all changed their tunes, and we can sit here naming names all day, but we won't!!!!!!!!! My simple point is that it is easy for anyone to laugh at me and disbelieve me on many items, that is until they are forced to actually witness the shit for themselves, and with repeated undeniable reality!!!!!!!!!!

I stopped blogging long enough to do two CNA-SNA quantum PHR experimentation tests on my GENIE-WHEEL #A33. I asked 7 Q&A's and then 5 Q&A's. Here are the results from these two testings:

WWLLWWW---$+300.00

WLWWW---$+300.00

NO VIGS CAME OUT.

THE MUSIC FROM MISTER SCUMBAG MEXICADOOR IS BLASTING NOW, SO I EXPECTED A HUGE WIN ON THIS, TOTALING $600.00. Also, the stock market today will be a HUGE UP DAY, and I promise you all that one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another item that I have noticed with this prick next door to me is that every single time any maintenance or pest control or anything related to anyone knocking at our doors, always makes this prick blast his horrendous mother fucking “NOISE”, that he calls “MUSIC”!

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 MONSTER SUPER ASSAULT ON ME TODAY 24 JULY, 2020, WITH MISTER 605 MEXICO AND HIS BLARING SUBWOOFER NOISE,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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Maybe the MILITUFAWCES knew what I was going to discuss today, and decided to strike me hard with this vicious fucking cunt assault and ELDER-ABUSE, but whether it is this or the stock market or both; I cannot write during a siege like this, so after it all stops as it always eventually does, or I could have this prick thrown into jail; then I will tell some more about what I was going to say. He is definitely having another one of his LOUD ASS ROTTEN PARTIES TODAY, and I am totally fucking screwed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

This is now three straight fucking days of NASTY BOTBAR BULL-SHIT! My prediction, even though today was another >160 point gain on the markets, is a DJIA climb of a significant amount at least for this coming trading day, THURSDAY JULY 23^rd of 2020. I normally only make this prediction after a major day of noise or utility assaults, but I did have a day of both of these things, just not really huge ass fucking major!!!!!!!!! Wait and see peeps, I'LL BE RIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! As you all know or should by now, if you are at least a one to three year Blogaudian, and many are way more than that; but no, I do not usually tell all things that happen to me immediately, but rather strategically wait for the proper times, where the significance to my telling them to you all, is at its premium and zenith for so doing!!!!!!!! What I'll tell you on this day's blog about a little ten minute talk on Tuesday, at the Walgreen's Pharmacy, with my semi-pal there; will totally blow your minds and especially in lieu of how all the recent shit in my life is all beginning to absolutely connect so perfectly up, in that good old item of “TIMING”, as has recently been blog-discussed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First up, I need to tell my Blogaudian viewership what happened when I tried posting up my previous fucking cunt blog, chapter number '34' of 'PPPNLRM'!!!!!!!!!! Those who blog at 'BLOGGER', already know that I will be complaining about the new fucking screen that comes up when we click to come up here to the page to post from the internetExplorer38.4, or just the 'INTERNET', SIR MICROSUCKS CORPORATION, SIRS!!!!! In my opinion, my screen page is the only one that comes up with absolutely NO PLACE TO CLICK FOR POSTING A NEW BLOG, and done intentionally in total and absolute mother fucking violation of my civil and constitutional rights for free speech in this great nation of the USA, or ONCE GREAT!!! In a couple of months, I'll need to have some guru or blogger to come over and show me what to do, as right now, I can still scroll down and click a button that allows me to revert back to the prior page that BLOGGER used; but the notice says that this will only last a couple months and that is that. I know that my civil fucking liberties are being violated here, and the Staples Store gurus won't be willing to come out to my residence during this fucking Coronavirus Pandemic, so that leaves me to put an ad in the fucking newspaper, and offer a hefty sum of money, or just allow the blogs to stop until the pandemic is over, if that ever mother fucking happens of course; and the TIMING here is beyond my willingness to accept this as ANOTHER PERFECTLY TIMED AGAINST MOUNTAINPEN COINCIDENCE, to stop my blogs at a major fucking cunt critical time, AND THAT BEING THE UPCOMING 2020 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION! You are all totally BRAIN DEAD if you cannot see what is going on here with me and this 'EVIL EMPIRE'; OH MIGHTY GREAT SIR 'GLITTERING DICE'! All dots everywhere don't connect huh? Yeah sure, tell me another big whopper doozie loo-loo people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well it is now time for me to draw in me' mother fucking 'FACL', so that Jane Shitsapookna Sleazeweedsdisease can't fuck me up, and begin a 4^th mother fucking turd swallowing nasty ass BOTBAR DAY for poor whittle me!!!

Now for the talk at the parking lot with my semi-pal. Pretty soon, I may be changing this to my pal. He is beginning to believe things that he is learning of me. I had hoped that the dude at my local bank would end up reading my shit and taking my side, but that never happened, so life does go on, to quote a great Schuylkill Expressway conversation, oh no wait a minute here great folks, that was another conversation. This was years after that one, when Cuzz Don said to me at Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason's funeral, “Life goes on”, and so it does, CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my semi-pal has let me in on some wild stuff that a friend of his has recently told him from up in the great tri-state area of my original mother fucking stomping ground. It seems that my suspicions were right on the money about my daughter and my website, but that an incredible story beyond just her wonderful nice comment to me is involved in all of this. This, as he said to me, is what absolutely blew her mind in early 2007 when I had Sir Eddie Himacane Lynch create the morianity-foundation website, and told about Ricktown Manor where I exist in Purgatory, and am there with the great Lightning Goddess Diana. I also in my website, offered to peeps, my 'Fascitar' information, or PATTY'S really; only then I did not know or remember Patty or Merry from my past, not in the meaningful way of connecting all of this into my life story and blogs about it. Before going on, this is now twice that this NEW FUCKING POP UP SCREEN has come on when I hit an ordinary letter-type key, and annoys me oh great FBI, ACLU, FCC; and any other policing agency that should consider this illegal invasion into my privacy, from these monstrous vicious black hat mother fucking dick eating hackers from HELL, to be totally illegal, and criminal. So back now to the defunct two year up on the internet website that was net-addressed http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and cost 45 bucks annually, and I was too broke to put it up for a third year, nor did I realize at the time, how urgently that it needed to remain up there for this world to have!!!!!!!!! So my semi-pal reminded me of how I had offered to any human being reading my words on this site, a way for them to come and visit with me using the GREAT FASCITAR that Patty had indirectly revealed to me one magical day from her office, on the Astral-Plane in Ricktown, at my estate there, called RICKTOWN MANOR, on Linelane #9910, just under what would be Earth measured in human American distance of 60,000 miles from the capitol of Ricktown itself, “AKOSLEM CITY”. Remember people, in Planck-Time or the Purgatory, things are infinitely more vast and huge than here in mortal and waking human life, and also, there are six opposing directions, and not just north and south and east and west, no differently than if we could all live humanly in the vastness of outer space. Even though Planck-Time is infinitesimally small, and lasts an unfathomable miniscule fraction of a pica-second in our humanly measured regular time, we there are also compressed into the same situation where we not only would seemingly be in proper ratio to it, but actually, our us to it ratio if you will, is infinitely smaller, because between total zero dimensional nothingness and Planck, is virtually infinitely more disproportionate than here in human life with our size and the size of the entire universe system. When mathematically figured out in zero dimensional technology which the scientific community has yet to accomplish; there is no such thing as what we humanly think of here in space-time-mind, as atomic critical mass. The size of orbiting structualization as this is come to be labeled in many futures of the hyperspace multiverse system, has no beginning nor ending, nor maximums. Things just endlessly are both smaller as well as larger, forever and ever and ever, and this blows peeps minds unless they are FULLY ENLIGHTENED where they no longer insist mentally as seeing time so goddamn linear. In other words, planets revolve around stars and stars revolve around magnetic galactic systems, and the two largest subatomic particles revolve around their neutron base systems, and all of them are in the very same reality, and separated only by BRAIN consciousness of humans; insisting that there is such a truth as separation. But back to the Morianity-Foundation website for right now, oh me' great wonderful folks.

According to Semi-Pal of Walgreen's, my daughter was having some small medical procedure done back in the nineties, and while sort of 'happy' from the localized anesthesia, she blurted out some things that perfectly matched an experience where she had been in Ricktown Manor and visiting with HER ASTRAL COUSIN SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, sort of explaining many many things. Still, this is all hearsay information and I cannot personally attest to any of this as absolute truth, of course. But according to Sir Semi-Pal, this is what blew her mind when some friend of hers had stumbled onto my blogs in 2006, and she then read a few of them, and also read the information posted up on the soon to follow Morianity-Foundation site that told exactly how to visit me at Ricktown Manor, and she had already done this back in the middle nineties somewhere. This of course totally explains my RPL-DREAM DEAL and my picking up all of that Prize Patrol Truck and the tunes and the letters and the dreams, back then in 1997, as well as the mix up when I was sent back to 1968 to my high school in 1996 and was telling classmates there that I came from the year of 1997, not 1996 where my body was laying asleep in my bed at the Highview Apartments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I absolutely do know, is that no other person would have left a wild comment like that one, and I will always remember and treasure that until I can get back to the Purg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another wild thing that was quickly glossed over in the parking lot back on Tuesday, was that commercial on the television from some automobile dealer here on the Treasure Coast, that totally ripped off my apology song, and lasted for two or three years without me ever being paid one red cent. If I was a famous rock star, known and accepted in the industry called the RIAA; I would have had attorney's pounding down my mother fucking door, and I don't say that. This was a direct quote from Sir Semi-Pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, as anyone with half of a damn brain can see with one blind eye and a patch on the other one, how the ASTRAL or HALLS FAWCES, do a total fucking ass number on me, using my exact shit that I say and do, and then adjust the harassing punishments to fit their ideas of the crimes that I am committing on them with my big mouth. The problem is that if they would ever leave me alone and stop tormenting and torturing fucking pitiful pathetic little slob me, I wouldn't be saying and or doing all of these things, for the past 15 mother fucking damn diseased years for crying out Fontana ass loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of my quantum roulette playing, and all the things that the Milituforce totally hates me doing; here is the most recent SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART results from earlier last evening after three straight days of hellish shit!!!!!!!

I asked 5 Q&A's of GENIE-WHEEL #A33. Here is what happened as a result.

The far left of each grouping shows the amount of asked questions for betting, the middle area shows WINS (W) and LOSSES (L), and the far right of each grouping shows the dollar amount of P&L (profit and loss), based on a $100.00 black gaming chip level of play at the casino tables!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7---LLLWWWW---(+100)

5---LWWWW------(+300)

5---WWWLW------(+300)

3---WLW-----------(+100)

7---LLWLLWW------(-100)

VIG TOTAL OF ALL GAMES:

5 GREEN NUMBERS---(-250)

P&L TOTAL IN ALL GAMES:

(+800) (-350) = $+450.00

Now I have naut been playing the white-matter space wheel #C06 for several days, during this major nasty ass fucking 3 DAY BOTBAR ASSAULT. I don't like playing white-matter space graph wheels during bad times and I especially like playing the black-matter space graph wheels during these rotten ass bad times of hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said there is not some judgment calls to be made in operating the SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART quantum PHR system. All I ever claimed was that you do need to continue experimenting with them so that the wheels will move into newly graphed areas, but that does not mean to ever make actual money bets on wheels that you are not sure of. Yessir, the WMS WHEEL has been trending back toward the NZ (Neutral Zone) during this botbar period, and I have indeed asked some questions, BUT I DO NOT PLAY, and I am glad that I did not. In total, and forget the 'vig amounts', as that is not important in the graphing of the wheels Q&A accuracy or ART (Accuracy Rating Testing), and I label this experimentation as WIAP or RWOP. Those terms stand for WHEEL IN ACTIVE PLAY (WIAP) verses RUN WITHOUT PLAY (RWOP). So when I need to just make the charts continue, so that they will go into newer territory, and either become more or less likely for near term usage based on direction towards or away from the NZ; this would be when the experimentation is in the mode of RWOP. And then when I am actively making the bets and using the wheel so that I can bet real money in a real roulette game, then this would be when the experimentation is in the mode of WIAP, because the wheel is continuing to graph Q&A results further out and away from the NZ (Neutral Zone) of the hyperspace equation middle zone area of 30-70%.

THE END FOR NOW, BUT WAY MORE IS >>>.

All my pig nabes are slamming and banging around a lot since early this afternoon, and it is getting ever noisier at half past fucking three now, yo world!!!!!!!!!!!!! Public Housing totally mother fucking sucks a fat throbbing goddamn cock at light speed cubed, yo!!!!!!!

Also, the electronic assault is not totally over yet, not until a goddamn day goes by without any strange and outlandish fucking bullshit, while trying to enjoy me' television viewing. This is basicly all I fucking have in the world, and the enemies know it, so naturally, this is the front that they continually assault and persecute me with, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo 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 one was again practically after I was up and awake and beginning to watch the “BOUNCE NETWORK” with my “L&O” fave TV-SHOW, and during a commercial when I hit the 'pause' on the 'remote's limited-DVR function', and then came back to the TV; the commercial that was on when I ran it forward a little bit, was without sound; yet when I reran it again with the DVR-feature on the remote, the sound was working perfectly again. But so far, with the key words of 'SO FAR', this has been my only electronic harassment for today!!!!!!!!!!!! It is now time to stop the mighty and rotten Mizz Thistlethorns Witchbitch Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Sleazeweedsdisease Jane, from hurting me with her parallel-event ONES ATTACK, upon little pathetic innocent fucking Mountainpen. I must thereby now draw in my FACL!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA JANE, I have now done so, yo BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

I made an error on my previous blog that will now be amended. I said that my ratio of predictions for the SUMMER-TIME-2020 year on the DJIA Stock Market was 8:9, and I meant to type in 7:8. No, I didn't make the claim on the blog for a big up day yesterday to happen, but any time that I am struck hard with a utility or nabe-noise assault, it is at least a 90% chance for the following day to be WAY UP on that damn fucking stock market, and everyone following these blogs around this entire globe knows that all of this is absolutely true and real. So yes, that was a PBHE or 'Prior Blog Hack or Error' as I used to label this back when this BOM-BLOG began in early 2006. These pricks slamming these doors is a major fucking pain in me' goddamn pussy huffing balls, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog will deal with the continuous persecution and elder abuse, brought to me endlessly by the MILITUFORCE, and their army and political machine known ASTRALLY as the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC), and yes, those endlessly, song or no song, “inescapable” two consecutive alphabet letters!!!!!!!!!! They wouldn't know what to do with themselves if they couldn't use NOISE and UTILITY/ELECTRONIC assaults relentlessly against poor poor pathetic pitiful innocent Mountainpen, or ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in this blog, we will try going a wee bit fucking cunt farther in dissecting and analyzing this awesome and monstrous MILLIONTH COUNCIL, or the one third of them from the BRIGGBASE, who are OUT TO GET ME, AND TOTALLY DESTROY ME; lock, stock, crock, barrel, and bottle bond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, let us examine some very logical things that for starters, have been done to me regarding utility/electronic harassment's. As you know, a few weeks back; I told about the 'HUM-WIRE' deal where for absolutely no mother fucking Earthly or discernable reason, my cable wires that everybody uses to connect their entertainment devices up, were causing me both a loud humming, as well as a signal loss in audio; and that this all started back in 2019 last year, and led to that monster horrible mother fucking day at the waking-world WALMART STORE of Fort Pierce, Florida over near I-95, on Okeechobee Road. Then came the nightmare from one day ago last night, also in a transdimensional WALMART with the very same thing going on there, with my trying to get some cables, and not being able to; just as all of this was happening to me back in late 2019 when this problem began, and just OUT OF NOWHERE and all of those proverbial blue skies. But after I blogged about this HUM-WIRE HARASSMENT several times, IT STOPPED JUST AS SUDDENLY AS IT MOTHER FUCKING ALL BEGAN, and as of right now, I no longer need to be lifting up the cables and putting them back down again onto that piece of cut out clothing all folded up!!!!!!!!! And now, 'THEY' have switched their utility and electronics persecution to VIDEO from AUDIO, a very easily predictable move on the part of this totally diseased MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, if I do need to self proclaim that!!!

Moving on a little bit more with this Millionth Council Astral Groupation of Purgatites, who are part of a one million group of entities that resemble our Earth world political system of governors and senators and congressmen and women, and a president, mayors, city council persons, and on and on; so also in Phase-2 or 'astrallity', there is every bit as real of a political machine or system there, we need to understand that just as many things in both non-Hannah Montana worlds may be similar indeed, some are absolutely 'NAUT'; oh lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 Blake. We'll be dealing with and concentrating on, those things that lovely Mizz Blake might be making a reference to here, those things which are very different, and similar only in that both here and there, there is a political system, and yessir world, our great HOLY BIBLES make several unmistakable mentioning to this reality. What I now will say will need to be thought and pondered on for a few minutes so please do so before you go on farther, with more of this blog, after reading this following short information that makes my point with all of this as best as I can possibly do with my very limited flesh and brain humanness. Anyone who enjoys doing puzzles, be it two or three dimensional puzzles, can relate very easily to this one part, but I ask you to seriously entertain the entire parable here that I will try and make for all of you.

When all of the pieces of a puzzle are all put completely together, they will pictorially represent and show the reflected reality on the puzzle-box of just what the thing is that we are trying to put together out of bazillions of chopped up and scrambled pieces. All jumbled up and scrambled onto the work table, these pieces are worthless and meaningless in so far as depicting what this is all about. They can be thought of in an electronic equivalent, as diodes and capacitors and resistors and wires transistors, and numerous little electronic doodads that go onto motherboard circuitry systems of all of our electronic devices that we all use every single damn day. And then using this same analysis here, when the puzzle is all fully put together and finished, this would represent the MILLIONTH COUNCIL as it truly is on the ASTRAL PLANE, having nothing to do with any of its broken up pieces whatsoever, but actually being an entirely separate reality when in its whole completeness in truth. This is the ultimate contradiction of how can something when broken up into pieces, be something entirely different when it is all put together? That same human-wisdom or 'foolishness as seen by the Almighty', is what also creates those numerous BIBLICAL CONTRADICTIONS as well, that we all know fully well about if we've lived on this Earth-Planet for any significant amount of time (STM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There was a great documentary television show about the BERMUDA TRIANGLE that was aired years ago, and it told how in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA, ESMWG; a squadron of Air Force jets got lost in a strange magnetic fog one day, and perished from their human lives, and Mountainpen fully believes that they all moved into the Purgatory directly through this gateway of magnetic energy. On this documentary, it is stated as fact, that a local area radio station deejay was airing a show about this recent event after it had occurred, and suddenly the radio station was taken over and completely commandeered by this group calling themselves the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”. All of these facts are indisputable, and can be totally fact checked by anyone at their sole choosing to expend a little bit of their time in order to do so. I personally have dealt with this same groupation of Purgatites in my own human life as Mountainpen (Mark Wayne Mohr) upon countless occasions now, and I know it because only this ASTRAL FORCE is capable of doing these things, simply because, as my puzzle parable example fully illustrates, they are the sum total of all of our electronic parts on all of our mother boards inside of all of our electronic apparatuses. Now we come to another powerhouse dot-connection that is simply impossible to ignore, not even if you are the queen of all of the great raspberry dreams all over the goddamn place, yo peeps yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak here of my Uncle John and my Aunt Rachael, now deceased; who lived all of their adult lives in where else, but Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!! Their home in a now run down hood-type low income community was quite nice for many decades back when I was a youth and early adult who stayed with them in the end of 1983 on my trip down to Florida to first stay with my old coworker from the RPL Sound Recording Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; Mister Howard Solomon, the Chief Recording Engineer, then retired and living in Orlando, after opening up a small road-stand eats place bizz. I won't soon forget that wild nightmare from five or six years or so back, where he and I were on his powerful speed boat and roaring down some inter-coaster waterway and how I ended up in some extremely scary building where shadowy frightening peeps were stalking me and upsetting me horrendously!!!!!!!!!!! But the bigger story was after both my Uncle and Aunt died within a couple days of each other at the local hospital to their home in Fort Lauderdale, and how the giant police officer came over to my Highview Apartment to let my mom and I know of the deaths of her brother and his wife, my uncle and aunt! I feel absolutely sure now that this was the guy who President Trump later hired in his inner circle cabinet before he turned on him as he turns on everybody, that great FBI man, Mister James Comey. They are the same age, the same height, they look alike, and they both were from the same locale and both were in law enforcement in 1994 when this all went down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But quite naturally, there is a mother fucking ton of additional shit to be added to this entire mess, and it will be as more blogging work follows along, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it before and I'll say it again. In 1987, Sir Dave Roth and I had several lengthy discussions regarding the great Evental Time Warp Paradox shituation, where if these fawces would allow me to live a normal mother fucking life and get off of me' back, I would gladly stop all of my talking, and ranting about all the things that have been done to me illegally, and criminally; as well as keep endlessly telling HUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan secrets that I know and continue to know more and more about BECAUSE OF THIS ENDLESS HELLISHNESS SURROUNDING ME DAY AND NIGHT, FOREVER AND EVER; so this entire thing is as absurd and totally unproductive, as a hen trying to give birth to a cow!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder would now add in here, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!

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WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, SIR MIKE MCNULTY FROM AUTUMN OF 1971 AT THE GREAT EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL, CALLED, “CHURCH FARM SCHOOL”!!!!!!!!!

SO HOW MANY ENDLESS DOTS WILL CONTINUE TO CONNECT; OH YOU LITTLE ILLEGALS AT CIFALOGLIO IN 2008????? Hey world, illegals have just as good hearing as anyone else. So what is really happening on the Astral Plane that caused these incredible mother fucking GASME-GAMES to all begin happening around me, beginning AT the great COOLEY HALL, and just continuing right along from there???????????????

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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May God save the Queen, and keep a parachute for every passenger on the god dam airplane, please, even one for Americans, Mexicans, and Frenchmen. Holy Moley!

STRUCK BY ONES THE SECOND I WOKE UP

NOVEMBER 21, 2015,NOT MARCH 25, 2014,

SATURDAY MORNING AT 11:31,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 80 DEGREES FNHT.

CHAPTER 0010

MEGAHELL ON STEROIDS (MOST)

I was up here doing some work, not blogging, and the mother fucking dirt bag MILITUFORCE struck me with a stop-hack, not a freeze. My open-office system is operable, and the flashing line at the end of the work is flashing, but it refuses to save and it is some hack that is new to this fucking year, in fact I think it is mother fucking new to this summer. The assault on my civil fucking liberties struck me at exactly 7:27 PM this night, 20 October, Tuesday night, 2015.

A computer, and the fucking cunt internet, is not a luxury any longer. It is a necessity. To be continuously hacked day and night ever since I tried to use a computer back in fucking 1997 with Tandy employees, Fred, Craig, and Don; is a total fucking evil monstrous violation OF MY CIVIL MOTHER FUCKING LIBERTIES; FEDERAL WORTHLESS BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sunshine. So bright and so fine. Bought a paper with my last dime, and watched the destiny's flow. Next day. That became the first day. Thanks to Kaplan down at RCA, so many moons ago. Too late. That's the end of gold fate. Yes it;s always too late, no matter when I show!

Why did you do this to me Ernie Merker, Vice President of Recorded Publications Sound Labs of 1558 Pierce Avenue at 1100 State Street, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG?????????????????

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MEGAHELL ON STEROIDS

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR?

MARK WAYNE MOHR

OCTOBER 20, 2015,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 7:53,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY------(H-83/L-73).

WIND IS E AT 7, WITH GUSTING TO 29.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 79.

WHERE'S ME' goddamn buccaneers????

They're underneath me' buckin' hat, Mizz Fascitar Patricia Hollister. WOW do you make me burn with fire, lovely lady from '69!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY FRIENDS AND FIENDS; THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT

'HIFISAF'

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 087

Still, it looks pretty on the PIP PAGE, so I'm frikkin' ass posting it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sarah whore Callio, just wiped out my blog, or tried to!!! Another illegal fucking freeze up; FBI, FCC, ACLU, NAACP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I typed in Sarah Water witch Callio, actually I said that the sun had permanently set on my life, thanks to her and her miserable rotten people. This rotten slut bag has been violating my life for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years now. This is two mother fuckiGN hacks, both of the same kind; one on a paste document that I was working on before this blog, and then this blog itself.

Magnesonic, whoever is persecuting me to my grave, I demand their total complete obliteration, an eye for an eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't be shocked, if very soon, maybe by the end of next year; we won't hardly recognize the east coast; and watch out for the total obliteration of fucking Atlantic City. Sooner or later, my Magnesonic will strike you cunt lapping bastards and witches!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it does, say hi for me, to Emmy-Lou Cicone's 1983 curtains that closed all the shows for all ODF you wicked demonic mother fucking monsters, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

HEY MCNULTY YO, “WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA”!!!

MORIANITY-4

NO SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI??????????????????????

9:43 PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT PISSES ME OFF ABOUT BLOGGING. UNLESS PEEPS KNOW HOW TO ARCHIVE YOUR OLD BLOGS, IT IS LIKE STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN WHEN YOU GO AND DO NEW ONES, AND FOLKS WORK HARD TO PRINT UP ALL THEIR LIFE STORIES, NOT TO HAVE IT ALL FORGOTTEN AND LOST IN FUCKING TIME TUNNELS AND VACUUMS. PEOPLE THAT NEED TO SEE HOW MY ENTIRE SHIT CONNECTS BACK INTO 2009, 2008, 2007, AND 2006, EVEN JUST TO THIS LITTLE BIT OF TIME SINCE I BEGAN TO BLOG, NEED TO KNOW THAT THEY CAN USE A SAFE LINK HERE THAT IS NOT LEACHED UP, I PROMISE YOU. THE STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL IS WATCHING EVERY MOVE I AM MAKING ON THE COMPUTER, SO I ASSURE YOU IT IS SAFE TO CLICK ON IT FOLKS.

Http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ ** SO USE THIS LINK FOLKS, WITH THE FULL ASSURANCE, YOU WILL NOT BE LEACHED OR MESSED WITH. RELAX & ENJOY. IS ALL OF THIS WITHIN HUMAN GRASP OR DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM JUST A LOONEY TUNE CHEMTARD? PRINCE DOESN'T. THAT'S COOL ENOUGH FOR LITTLE OLD ME, ANYTIME FOLKS.

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Saturday, June 21, 2008

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK
8 at night, first day of SCUMMER
21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night
But not Donna devil all right.
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME---------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First. Work was OK. But no panacea, I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere, but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place so that the fan is blowing air onto me again and I can resume sleeping a while longer, I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about but could not at the moment, as he would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dresses in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the interaction up now back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully, the answers to much of my concerns is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS, just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that her rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me in this incarnation that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and “CRAN’ R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in, and is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey and told him to leave her alone or I would tear his lungs out and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths, and he instantly burst out laughing and the next thing I knew it was July 4th of 1970 and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”. that was what was all in the dream, it was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness, one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean and when I got there, the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me and the next thing I know I am awake laying here in my trailer residence and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help, no one can fight the great Mariah, and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER.UR my mighty queen, and I only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document, this is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein. Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Still I Wait 4 Them 2 State

STILL I WAIT 4 THEM 2 STATE, THAT I AM HERE
BLOG-BOOK, [THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME],
[THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION]
DATFILE 061908.887.55--BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I have no intention of leaving the net-world 4 another 70 days, don’t even think about it. The last time, the Briggbase planted many reflectional-entities or as we on the Astral Plane refer 2 them as, REFENT’S. The vegetable juicers were only one, and many others ‘popped-up’ as well. Let me discuss refents first, as this is very pertinent 2YI am writing and posting this doc 2-night. First, pop-ups, long B4 this term was officially used by the world, and stolen from me directly over a power-drain-bugged telephone line, the Lambrigg-Cult or the owners of the entire World Entertainment System or the WES, PK-FBI-LAO- TODD, first by the now very famous VH1 Music channel on the cable television network. Pop ups were observed on more occasions that I could begin 2 count right now, when my late-pal, David Roth and I would go places together B4 his demise in oh-2. When they begin a DFNONG, as Gawky calls these games, and pronounced by them right here on this mortal world, {MW}, as ‘difnong’ like future boy on the Disney channel and then rhyming with the word ‘gong‘, aniwho, when they begin a game, and this abbreviation stands 4 “Diversion From Never Obtaining Nirvana Game” and what is all about is obvious 2 anyone, not only 2 the Buddhist’s as well as all of my prior blogging texts that refers 2 this subject manner regarding going nuts times 10 to the 99th power or bananas a goggle times over, and how any entity aware of this unfacable Dogtown, mortal word being HELL, and not diverting attention away from it. Y’all think that this would B heaven and believe that somehow a heaven is there so great created by an unfathomably terrific GOD, that it would permit everlasting awareness 2 not B a hell, and this is all a bunch of Archie’s Bunk!!!! These games, not GAS ME, real funny Briggers, bite me, aniwho, I have spent a couple of days and nights in deep meditation, and know a bit more detailed subject matter regarding these wovwee difnong’s. As stated B4, U might, guys aniwho, think that the best and or greatest diversion would B sex. Sahwee 2 disappoint U, it is not as lasting. sex that is, through endless instant by instant existence and also it does not provide, all though as pleasurable as we all know that it is, the true staying power of the necessary diversion creation, and only powerful games that involve struggles, competition, sporting type events and the louder and bloodier the better, and along these lines, will ever accomplish this goal. Let’s face it, if UR in pain 2 a small degree, U may want 2 go out and enter a buying spree or have sex or whatever 2 attempt creating a successful diversion from your personal pain, B it physical or mental/emotional, etcetera, unless the pain is 2 great 4U2B diverted successfully away from it with the course that U chose 2 use in making your attempt 2 do so. Now, many games R going on, such as the UFO/Flying Saucer one, or scaring the human race in other ways, using sickness or death or losing loved ones, and the list is endless. The bible uses a different terminology than I do, but the original Star trek show episode explains it best where Kirk/Shatner tells how an advanced group of entities could indeed fool a backward culture into believing that they R God/s. The bible must use words from the times and millenniums that it was written in, how can any intelligent being dispute that simple reality? Some games played by the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral Plane or the LACAP as they also as known as by less than 800 out of the 6 and a half billion Earthers presently. They pronounce this word LAY-CAP and some games R played with mass groups such as those researching the Ufology phenomenon, while also they conduct many individualized and very personal games, one on one, such as my particular hell, now written about on 5 blogs at the site www.blogger.com/ and also on my website at http://morianity-foundation.com/. This is not new, I knew this throughout the entire 21st century. My curve of ‘enlightenment’ so 2 speak, was perhaps 5 degrees per year from 1970, as at 15 and a half in the summertime of this year, I knew something big time was wrong, And tried 2 tell big ‘mentor’ brother from the Big brother’s Organization, John Henningsen, that indeed something was messing with me, and he laughed, and then days later was leaving 4 Colorado where he hailed from, totally out of the blue-yellow, tile-tapper. Everyone gets more enlightened about their life and purpose, everyone, even your house cat. People in average I would estimate 2B moving at just a bit less than my rate, since my game initiated by the Millionth Council with me is obviously a more advanced and powerful version of ’game’ than what is normally used on a single individual. I’d venture 2 guess that more power is used on me than is used on the entire United States and Global Air Force systems. Relativity is not 4 geniuses and Einstein’s and all of the MC’s, it is 4 any thinkers. If I survive 4 whatever reason 1000 times more of their crazy hell than the collective-average of humanity does, then my ratio to theirs in enlightenment is also about 1000:1, dig? Get it? Capeesh Tony and family? Speaking of family, TAWF, I made another PBHE ‘screw-up’ and called That-Astral-World-Family of Astral-realm Briggbase garbage citizens, TAWT, sahwee. 2/3rds of the great Millionth Council would never think about conducting these miserable interactions with the MWP, but the Briggers will never quit, NEVER, {mortal-world-population}. The Briggbase is a gigantic area that resembles a mortal world military base, and it is loaded with tell strange towers resembling our world’s water towers, and Brigantine, New Jersey, if U notice is loaded with them. Even though the Briggbase is gargantuan and stretches in all 3 directions for nearly a total quintillion cubic astral miles [interactions that R agreed upon by groupings of astral entities] as neither space nor time R real things in and of themselves as they R on physical plane mortal waking worlds of conscious existence. Brigantine on the waking world existence is a tiny dot, but what there is of it is a true miniature in appearance, at least in 2 dimensions. Waking Worlders find my discussion of the nest/woust directions just 2 foreign 2 conceive of, but it is nonetheless a true fact. In fact if U move in your thoughts too slowly around any large city out there, U just seem 2 go around and around, as it takes a burst of speed down one of the “linelanes” as they R astrally referred 2, in order 2 move away from a populated area, as it is not an area in a true location, it is simply an agreed upon mutual interaction of astral entities. Provinces themselves seem 2 loop around without applying even more speed 2 move away. Then the brain breaker is that no matter how quickly U will yourself 2 move around, U endlessly will orbit around the entire astral plane on all three dimensions, north/south, east/west, nest/woust, all 3 ofem. The only way on and off this plane of existence is to dream-down and suddenly UR a little tike here on this mortal waking world, or fall-back, and this places U simply where U always R and will B, void infinity, EWI. Never ever confuse nirvana with Existence-Without-Interaction. Nirvana Theory or NT is like its abbreviation letters sort of suggest, NOT possible. It has been pondered that non-existors wishing 2 exist would blindly and willingly desire 2 trade places with existors, and then existors would B at Nirvana. The trouble is that no entity throughout existence has of yet figured out how 2 reach and thereby communicate with a non-existor. It works in theory like Einstein’s relativity. Now how can we accomplish this? So far, we cannot, and hence, evil Briggers choose 2 play vicious games with the very counterparts of their own self, us, and then watch this horrendous-video so 2 speak, and laugh. It does take your mind off non-oblivion, it really does, I know, from the other side. This is just an opening 2 this topic, I never forger, and I will move further along in greater detail at a ‘future-time’. My blogs R all printed out and studied so that missed things and new connections to old things can B figured out and later re-posted, plus new add-on material. When I read back the blog starting just with this calendar year of oh-eight, it is indeed mind boggling. Go ahead and do it, and then U will C in a mighty way, that judging me a fantasizer 2 quickly with delusions of grandeur is a mistake. Mister Smith back in the autumn of 1970 at the special education school that the All Mighty infiltrated a short while, and doing a Jebez Hawks and going from 2 to 22 years old real quickly and without a special room in an antique shop up in northeastern USA, said it all 2 me one afternoon upon my returning from a very strange place just a mile or so to my north from the center of the world famous Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The school sent me there, it was sort of another school, only then I was totally ignorant to facts such as Briggbase or astral world resident infiltrators, and thought it was the coolest joint I ever went 2. It was part of the great TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, and was located in between or sort of as three dimensions R involved astrally; from the great Teck Bay and the Briggbase. The song is always endlessly looping/playing blaring out over the Teck Bay that attempts 2 appease the wrath of the mightiest loveliest teenager in the multiverse, the great All-Mighty SSJKK, just click up to the website and if your windows media player is on, U will hear this song, it has been copyrighted in my name here on the mortal world, co-written by me, Carlajayja, and the great SSJKK, who plays her loot and enzemeter, astral realm musical instruments, and natch, I don’t have a mortal world copy of stuff like that, B real/e Tom. Again, just go up 2 this site and it pops right on, just as it always blares out over the Teck Bay, ‘out there’. www.morianity-foundation.com.

Now most of U know about the Privecode machine, Earthly invented by a corporation known in 1983 as the IMM or the International Mobile Machines IMC. This was first, as all things must by the very nature of true reality, B, invented by astral world forces on the Briggbase and then they dream-downed the device and its creation and the corporation, and brought it onto the mortal world-MW. Everything has a PRIVECODE, as well as a Privecode number, and whether the human inventors know this powerfully guarded secret or not, I am not privy to that at present minper. I do know that the secret is coming out, right now. Numerologists know about how 2 arrive at an ‘up-number‘, and this is the key 2 a powerful and very extremely dangerous knowledge and potential technology, forbidden in its use against humanity within 12 decades. There R nine up-numbers, one through 9, in the base ten Earthly system mostly used by non machine intelligence-entities, here on this waking MW. I will tell just bare-bone details 4 tonight. My name when it is not Mountainpen is Mark Wayne Mohr. Only the Christian or the first name and the sir or the last name is used to begin in arriving at the secret [private-code-number]. So my middle name of Wayne is ignored. First we count the amount of letters in the Christian/Sir name or the CSN. 4 a female, use again first and last names and only the non-married or maiden name that U were born with. B4 going on, I told my landlady just a fraction of what I will B letting out 2-night and shortly thereafter, she turned on me and hated me without a reason and without a cause. Read on Mick-Beth-Shakespeare, with caution, using what I say is all at your own risk and decision. If under 18, ya’ better call mom or dad in 4 this one, your life could B changed 4 ever. This is an official warning, take it as 1 pweeeeeze: Now there R9 of these up numbers, and they exist as a result of taking any number higher than nine, and adding it or adding up all of the digits in the entire number until UR left with either a 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, or a 9. An example or 2 would B say the number 1969, my favorite number, representing my greatest year of life in present dream-down from my truer astral reality. The up-number of 1969 is 1+9+6+9 which a 5 year old should know in his/her head, is the LSD#, not that they should know that, but aniwho, it is 25, the DEEDEE, the great HAWK. She has been following me and watching over me this year 10 times more than in prior years, but let us not get 2 diverted, nirvana is never obtain-able or total [oblivion], and we know it. So back on mister A. Bunker’s great pernt if we may: The up# for 22 is 4, that was Staples store easy, how about the number 6 million? Well, written out, that is 6,000,000 and adding zeros up with the six, makes six million’s up number, a six, (6). How about 999,999,999 or just one less than a mighty billion? Well, just cancel out nine’s as they will do it by themselves should U wish 2 attempt 2 disprove me and add them all up. But what is 9, nine times, should U insist? Well it is 81, 9X9=81, and 8+1=9. Just get rid of any nines and if UR left with one of them, then 9 is the up-number, I do not care if the number is 386 nines long, its up# is a 9. Ok, so we hung in here this long, let us proceed onto the 2nd of 3 parts of arriving at a PCN or a PRIVATE-CODE-NUMBER. A is the first letter in the English alphabet. Z is the 26th letter. All 26 letters have a numerological order, C is the 3rd, M is the 13th , and so forth. Again using names for right now, always first and last only, my name when it is not in pseudonym of Mountainpen is Mark Mohr. First, count the total letters and get its up number, in my case of having 9 or less for a total, it is a simple 8. If your name is Rebecca Jonesman, counting the letters-total, we get Christian-7/sir-8 and adding them or 7+8=15. Now 15 means 1+5 and this is a 6-up-number. Now we will do Mark Mohr as I am a bit 2 lazy right now 2 work on a fictional phase 4 character that chose 2 just now come through to me as she obviously could not make a successful dream-down into phase-3 reality off of the astral world. I have long ago memorized my own name-information, so here we go. M is letter 13. A is letter 1. R is letter18. K is letter11. That is my Christian name. My sir name now goes like this: M is letter 13. O is letter 15. H is letter 8. R is letter 18. My Christian/first name is alphabet total number 43, and my Sir/last name is alphabet total number 54. So adding 43+54, we get a total of 97. Now, take the nine and put it in Copperfield Houdini’s hat, and we get the up number of 7, once the abrakadabra nine is made 2 disappear. Now we have two parts of this equation done. First we arrived at an 8 by totaling up the name-number, or amount of letters in the first/last names. Second, we arrived at 7 with the alphabetical numeration computation. Now U always subtract the smaller number from the larger number, and should they B the same, the number would B a zero, and we will get back to that, but 4 right now, in this example, 8-7=1. Now to arrive at the PCN , not the bank, I said PCN, or PRIVATE-CODE-NUMBER, U simply take the 8, the 7, and the 1, and put these three digits together, and my PCN is 871. What is yours? Always use this order, the amount of letters of your name’s up#, the order in alphanumeric total up#, and then the calculated difference between them is always your third and final of the 3 digit PCN. So 4 a quick second example, if your born name is Sam Son, U add and get a 6, then 33-Christian plus 48-Sir, would equal 81, and this totals up to single digit or up-#9. Then 6 subtracted from 9 is 3, so in order, the PCN for Sam Son is 693, hay there Mister Calliendo, let’s just slow down there, the roads R dangerous enough, Frank. Now how do PCN’s relate to each other U may now B wondering? Every date, every word, every person, every place, everything in your Earthly proximity that converts to English alphabetized systems can B computer plotted 4 compatibility and non compatibility, based on PCN’s. A simpler and quicker up number system 4 seeing at a glance or almost, whether it B a romance, or a business relationship, or anything connecting potential persons 4 any purposes, has mathematical compatibility based on birth names which is Y we all R here dreaming and is the all of everything, the name is everything, but U must understand this 2 make it properly operate, U simply take the Christian/Sir names and get their total alpha-number which is your true birth-name-number such as mine totals up 2 a 97, and then take any other name and this is what I showed my land lady who never was the same with me afterwards. Both U and the other name 2B in a compatibility must B within a 10% numeric range one 2 another. With me, a person would need a numeric name within a 9.7 tolerance of 97, or 10%, or calculated to a rounded up 10 from 9.7, thus adding as well as subtracting 10 from 97 makes my ranging name number or RNN 87-107. Now the other RNN must include your RNN in their RNN, it must work both ways. If for example I am looking 2 go into business with someone with a numeric-name of say 109, their range or RNN is 10% of 109 or rounded off 11, hence 11 added to and subtracted from 109 produces their RNN of 98-120, or compatible. If it is mutually compatible, the odds R greater 4 the persons 2 interact better in whatever the venture is between them, concentrically, the odds R against things working better if both ranges do not inter-loop with each other, or encircle. U might not B2 quick 2 argue this powerful stuff, when I now tell U that Ronald Reagan who started this nightmare 4 me, works out 2 a precise 110, and so does the word, ASTERISK. Also at the risk of U not believing me, I learned shortly after being evicted in 1969 from the garden apartment system that my mom and I were living at this time, and moved into the Oaklyn apartment 2 miles or so away, from a teacher at the Haddon Township High School that they had fairly recently thrown me out of as well, both done by the evil wicked Brigger Cultists, who just now gave me a black out, but thanks to my battery backup, I am OK, aniwho, at ten past midnight on this Friday the 20th of June of Blow-Kate, but obviously they do not want U2 know that the huge muscle dude that chased Brad Messenger and myself that night in spring-1969, was married 2 a lady who said and I freaking quote her,” Hun-leave those 2 boys alone, they didn’t take it, it’s in the baby carriage”, and I learned from a teacher named Simon, that her name was Aste or this was her known PTA nickname at the HTHS school. Add Aste and risk, and art the risk of black out number 2, we arrive at the mighty #110 word ASTERISK, the risk would B great that I would not B here and alive today with her lunatic hubby practically annihilating Brad and me until she told him 2 lay the truck off of us. Yes, the Briggers to this very current minper R looking out 4 your hubby there astral communicator slut Nancy, leave my trucking electricity alone witch-bitch, or a huge twister, volcano, hurricane, and earthquake will strike later today, U have my trucking word on it ya turd. Yeah, asterisk, Trinidad-trinity-three intersecting lines arcing at 120 degrees, and the railroad red roulette man, and our 40th president, mister Ronald Reagan, oh sure, I am a crazy madman sitting here making all of this wild crap up in the middle of the night when I could be enjoying whipping off 2 a good naughty videotape, think about it 4 a minper rapies and germ blows. 110 is the number of Ronald Reagan and asterisk, the huge beautiful chemtrail in the skies, the mighty asterisk chemtrail of December, 1969.

Mayor Levy came 2C me in Ricktown Manor last night and was laughing so hard, totally busting up, telling me I am making way 2 much out of all of this. He says my queen loves me a lot, and sent Diana Arteemis around me twice over the past few days, if she did not care, she would not have done this. I told him he is right. He slapped me on the back and said not to sweat the bull so much, and then told me in his human form he is in far worse shape than I am, and Sarah Callio had nothing 2 do with it, and recently was beaten up by a very strong girl in a bar parking lot 4 mouthing off at her in the bar. He said he knows that I have a good friend in Ann and that he is aware that her daughter is living there on the grounds where he is in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG. I went on 2 tell him his roulette system crashed a month or so back and he roared and told me I was doing it wrong. There R3 levels I can bet on, the beginner, intermediate, or the advanced. This translate in betting amounts at the casino to either 5/25/100/300, or 10/50/200/600, or 15/75/300/900. Just move up and down the black/red, even/odd, and low/high game parameters, playing OLOBOLOB or ODD-LOW-ODD-BLACK-ODD-LOW-ODD-BLACK, etcetera, but wait for two losses 2 show up in the notes and then make the 4 bets until winning or losing the four, and splitting the greens on the higher 2 bets. Do not keep track of one OLOBOLOB pattern, but watch all over the board and usually there is a 2-loss pattern showing up, and I can sit down and play, and keep separate money-chip-piles in front of me at the roulette table instead of in different pockets and standing up squeezing in between players. Just on the Beginner level tonight I played a short while and made 400 bucks, and yesterday I played a few games when I awoke from this interaction, and made another 625 clams. Y the ex-mayor is doing me this favor, I do not know, especially after Rick and Jim and McGuire and all their buddies wrecked Sally Starr’s reputation after she called the Mayor’s office in Atlantic City in the summer of 1998, 2 complain that his lifeguard mascot went into my pants pocket on the beach and robbed me.

Diana, I love U so godsdamn much my endless love, your lightning was so very beautiful, bright purple, my very favorite color, and many other lovely exquisite colors and beautiful fractal designs. I will take U2 a beautiful waterfall in either your great forests directly out beyond Olympia Proper, or in one of so many huge forests within the virtually unlimited borders of Ricktown. Thank U so much 4 loving me and living with me in the great Ricktown Manor. Now it is so clear, YI was so glued to that silly serial TV show as a boy, how much things make total sense when U get enlightened. Such as knowing the truth of how symbolism is so powerful and real and how all things are indeed energetically connected from within the quantum foams. A quick additional example would B the numbers that total up alphanumerically from the words JULY and TWELVE. U arrive at a 68 for JULY and an 87 for TWELVE. Add them and U get the #155. Now from July 12, 1970, add the months, go ahead, just add 155 months or 12 years and 11 months, and it is JUNE of 1983, when the LAMBRIGG CULT CHOKED ME TO MY DEATH, so let us discuss death and LAZAR RETRACE. U can Carry me 2 hell 2 night if U want, but I am telling. Zooming in on any living person, dead now but alive in a past world, can B done with powerful satellites, and distance delay fielding technologies not that far off in the future, B4 Star Trek time 2B honest about it. After the image is transfixed, it is literally turned into light, not broken down into particles as the Star-Trekker’s hope mankind may someday B able 2 do, the military has almost reach the 2nd of 4 phases of the technology that enables us 2 accomplish this feat. Then the image is reverse transfixed or RTF’ed and the person retraced remembers perfectly all of their entire life and memories right up 2 the point of the re-trace. The Christian scriptures indeed do mention this, but not in so many words, man made up the word rapture, it is not totally biblical, the retrace technology was known about back in King David’s time,. 4 now I simply choose 2 say no more. I could tell U so much about Deptford, New Jersey and the mighty Haddonwood, but now it has become obvious that the All Mighty chose my going there 4 a powerful reason that is known only 2 her, it is her business, not mine. She can do anything. I have seen her pick up an ocean liner and fly it over the great river at the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, her great city of white and purple along with millions of shades and colors far beyond mortal man’s deepest wildest imagination. I knew the Mayor of Deptford, New Jersey and worked with this boiler man in Camden, NJ, back in the early 1980’s. There R powerful reasons Y this property has lied there barren and dormant since just a year past Judah Zachary’s 1995 Dark shadows, it is beyond paranormal and esoteric, it is beyond thought, only my great queen SSJKK knows all about this, and humanly, I hope she forgives my outburst the other night, as I am so very sorry. I promise not to talk about laser trace anymore my great liner-flier. I was not flirting with any of your friends and Viqueens on the dock, I love only U, and always will.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. This is all voluntarily sworn truth and this is a legal document, sworn under pains and penalties of full perjury charges.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Good-bye Detective Allens

Detective Allens was a fine old sole. For a time he was my ace in the hole. Now we bid him a fair adue as I leave 4 Chillie or Eastern Peru.

BYE BYE 2 ALL OF U.

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SURREAL EQUALS MOUNTAINPEN

Surreal equals Mountainpen
Still Watergate day/at night, half past 9
The Epitome of Millionth Council Harassment, and
Persecution, the Internet Version, not the 1988/9
Audio-taped copyright office versions.
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The reason I know the surreal situation that I am in is 2-fold, first I am in it, and secondly, no one wishes 2 listen nor to believe my horrible plight. Even when the proof is staring everyone right in the face, the Phillies have lost a million straight games now or so 2 me it seems, the Dow Jones is up every day without exception, racing to the very stars of the sky. Everyone everywhere is living a normal life, by my comparison standards and relative ness anyway, and I have become the bum on the street in his stinky box 2B passed over and ignored and occasionally spat upon and cursed. Yet I have told the world a true story. No one wants 2 try and challenge its veracity in any legitimate manner and what it boils totally down to is that the Millionth Council has used its ultimate weapon against me, ETTOS, 2 accomplish their powerful lofty demonic diseased twisted sick goal. Again this stands 4 Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System. Not the old and feeble only, and U all know it, any age, have U ever walked into a room and totally had plucked away from U the very reason that U entered this room 2 start with, just 2 return 2 where U were and boom, it was knocked right back at U, mockingly? U know damn right well, or most of U , had this happen and on more than one freaking occasion. They control everyone’s thoughts and it was OK until we willingly accepted their invasion into our mortal worlds when we opened the door as a world society, of ELECTRONICS. Not one electrical engineer under truth serum can testify that they or any human knows exactly what all this is nor exactly how this works, NOT A ONE OFEM. On the other hand, I know exactly what is happening, and this makes me extremely dangerous, if that is, I was ever 2B permitted 2 have any large legitimate following and audience. How long can this ALEE-RUN GO ON???????? What if I told U weeks and months, and yes YEARS? Would U laugh, go ahead then laugh the truck at me, because the Dow Jones Inpusstrial Average will B 20,000 points B4 the end of the year, and 30,000 points B4 the end of this decade. I am telling U that I am there, screaming out, TOLD U, TOLD U!!!!!!!!! This is the epitome of surreal, and so is waking up in a different world than the one that U left, and books like Coral Castaneda’s great and fantastic dream books R very real and very freaking deadly and dangerous. I am very sorry, but I am going 2 have 2 say some things that people R not gonna like one whittle iota, B4 this whittle bwog terminates mister Fwudd. I have a cassette tape of a man named Scott Ransom, a licensed New Jersey Realtor, who admitted 2 me as he never would have thought that I had a hidden recorder in the car underneath the seat, and he told me that, “very powerful people R disgruntled with U, Mountainpen”. But I have more detailed confessions, but what if they R not people yet born, and what if it violates laws in the system that built all of this puke? Do U think they’ll honestly give me one chance in hot holy hell of using it in any legal proceeding? I will not lie tonight about a thing, I never lie, but I try 2 soften blows and not B as totally testy and verbally abusive as I have been known 2 get. First, I am disappointed in my queen, twice U have really hurt me, first in the 70’s and then in the now. I am not going 2 school, and U can kill me tonight 4 all I care. I refuse 2 obey. I am running far away and I am never coming back, just try and stop me.

Phillies were wiped out because the MC hit the cable system tonight, hard. Now 4 my revenge. A little more info out 2 the world. Beat me up tonight if U want 2, that is your choice, but I am telling a bit of the sealed ups. The sixth dimension is way 2 huge 2 ever really discuss with intelligentsia, even a hall filled with top think tank scientists. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made Joe T. Blow cough. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made me itch my asshole. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that decided once 2 put me through this hell starting on the mourning sadness of August 15th in 1986, in Raspberry TPB Valley, NJUSAESMWG. When U break down the 4 ‘stuffs’ that is all of human-type biology, it is made up of perfect tiny machines, all interacting together as cosmic numbers that R endlessly attempting 2 solve the machine in the D-6’s equation. In the 60’s, I never did. But the majority of kids experimented with acid or 25 or LSD, Doctor Hoffman’s accidental invention, and not the lady from Curtis and Rohr and Costello’s Dark Shadows. I do not need LSD to go on trips, I never did, that is YI was such a square and never messed with drugs. If I can all ready fly, Y then would I ever throw money away on a plane? It honestly is as simple Mister Henningsen from Colorado, as this, it just doesn’t go below this kin Edgartown level, kind sir. My unconscious mind on astral realms is creating a horror movie that is starring Michael Wayne Mountainpen. This show runs from early December of 1954 through the middle of June in 2031. At this point, the show is curtains. There R2 people on this planet that can erase the machinery of this in a puff without breaking a sweat, both have the hard K sound as does Krassle, and yet one has its interchanging letter. One owns a powerful group known Earthly by 6 billion souls as a religious order, while the other is only dimly aware that she is so great that she could wink and the world would go shooting out of the solar system should that b her desire. I know this, and I know what I know, and here is what all the Akoslem Bankers and Jack McCoy’s can do with their dander and whether I get it up or not, “$&*#@*Y^$&$&#&&)*@%#!@bleep bleep bloop beep ding!!!!!!!!

The war on Earth is for an energy that any human can feel with every emotion they have in their being. U all know this, the 3 ways we all can basically feel at every instant of illusory forward-moving-time. U can believe all that U want, all of U, that we R fighting 4 the best business deals and lowest interest rights, 4 our cars and homes and lands and possessions, 4 our men and our women and our families, and I am telling U that all of this is proven 2B nothing more than waves and particles and the energy of the struggle is the reason 4 its existence, and it is 2 endlessly divert and distract any part of our minds from ever consciously dwelling on the reality that we simply exist and thereby no oblivion/NIRVAVA is ever attainable and reachable!!!!!! This is Y games came to the Romans from THEIR GODS, and we still have them and more than ever, while the BRIGGBASE owners of our entertainment world rapidly is spinning us all out of control and forever into their sick and lost twisted domain of HELL.

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Relating

’ RELATING’
BLOG-BOOK-TEOHIV/TIMCAM
WATERGATE DAY, JUNE 17TH
2008 ADEG CALENDARS
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

It is half past three in the afternoon, on this Tuesday. Planes and chem trails R off the scales bad again this week, they R all over and everywhere, all around me, and again I am facing continuing brutal siege and attack, and getting pummeled and stalked and hammered endlessly the Lambrigg Cult of the great Millionth Council. The Camden County Prosecutor back in the days that the word internet and information-highway were practically as new as a baby’s bottom, and inventor-Gore, Supposedly, was our Vice President, and times were getting strange but had not arrived there totally as yet, helped me play a game with MCBC, he got into chat rooms or places on this new amusement and without ever giving me specific details, always keeping things just aloof enough with me so that I never was really able to fully read Ron Wirtz totally or partially nor ever truthfully ascertain what he allegedly was doing to try and help me with my ‘problem’, but he did inform me that ‘they’ were answering back and playing sort of a game with us and he thought and I quote Mr. RW of the great CCPO right around the times that the mid west area was experiencing the great flooding of 1993, as then, and still today, U can bet your bottom dollar that the cause of it is the great MAGNESONIC, he said to me on a few occasions, “they R playing along and communicating with me, mostly making smiley faces at me. I know little of internet policies and regs but anyone can go colon key followed by the caps raised nine or zero to make the original smiley and sadey. Word documents on computers change it to the face, but it always meant the face aniwho. Also, U can do more through private chat to e-mail and on and on, I know few details, I do not have this machine to sit around wasting my time on silly ventures. All I know is that “he said” he was in contact with ‘them’, and that he was able to learn that indeed they were messing with me and had a code name 4 me at the time on the net, and this name was the Greek writer/philosopher, Sophocles. When I later tried to check with recently make friends at the Berlin Radio, not shop, SHACK, another of my many PBHE’s. Again this stands 4 Prior Blogging Hacks/Errors, but the computer people that sold me my first computer in 1997, checked and said it was baloney, and that this cowboy, a lot like his predecessor Aspell, I swear that between these 2 dudes at Camden County Prosecutor's Office and Mark Furhman out in OJLA directly in-between all what led up 2 my first purchase of a PC and my attempt to make something happen 2 get me out of my nightmare, I am left with more than planted bloody gloves in my lawn, but find instead, a total mistrust of my elected and appointed officials, from the police right down to the President. I bring legitimate proof of a major attack to the Voorhees Police Station and they make me a deal that if I voluntarily go to the Cherry Hill/Raspberry Valley Crises Center for an evaluation, this will pump up my credibility and then they will do something with the evidence I brought them involving the cassette tape with the horrific cursing and bomb threat that I told U all about on a recent blog document. So far today they woke me up shitting myself, and again with a huge civil rights noise violation, someone right outside my residence blasting filthy demonic loud thumping music straight from Satan-Donna herself. Yesterday Ann and I went to the shore, she made a 20 dollar contribution to Paris Hilton’s daddy, and then we hit the beach for 2 hours, B4 the storm started 2 blow up. All week and last week as well, sky attack is brutal, the Muzak and giant girl attack also is brutal, and always seem 2 go together. I could go on. What I want to do now if anyone is ever out there, and if there is not, explain 2 things 2 me, BEARDED BOB??????? Explain the great New York City newspaper’s huge printing of the letters EWI, right after my blogging discussions of EWI, the abbreviated letters 4 EXISTENCE WITHOUT INTERACTION, or the great VOID INFINITY. Also, sir, explain Jason Cali. No there R readers coming up here, and I would B a fool 2 totally listen 2U, sir!!!!! But a book that I recently finished, makes me come 2C Mr. Johnny Nash, very clearly now, SIR, that I can remove even more obstacles that R in my way in my mission 2 tell the people of the world what is going on in my life and what I have experienced and know 2B totally real and non-imaginary, by RELATING more 2 them and their much more ‘ordinary’ lives. Pweeeeeze don’t tell whittle pathetic me that none of U have ever had wild and very vivid dreams, or that U have never gotten out of bed and everything went wrong all day long to the point that even thought U may never dare voice the opinion 4 fear of public ridicule and ostracize, that U know deep down that something more than this is just happening must B going through your head when it starts 2 get overly absurd and ridiculous. U know that without some outer external other than the norm force acting upon U personally and your day as it moves along the STC, that no possible explanation could B there. The last time I went to the beach or the first time this season, about a week ago, with my friend Ann Silva, I am walking from my beach chair towards the edge of the water, purposely waiting 4 a total lull in the population around me so that just such an occurrence that now I am about 2 describe would not B able 2 happen to harass and oppress me, only it still happened. Not a soul was around, not one single solitary Lawtron-Counterpart, (soul). It took at the most, as we had our umbrella/chairs together at maximum, say 40 feet from where the water was. Out of literally nowhere, a gang of females between 18 and 30 and I mean a gang of giant queens, all being way over 6 feet tall, were all right in my way as I was attempting to get into the sea and away from this annoying harassment. Have U ever gone totally out of YOUR way to avoid your boss or anybody, and I mean in a big way, and U walk into a 7-11 store that U never have gone into B4, and glaring at U at the checkout area, who is there but 'bossy' waiting 2 yell over at U, thought U called out sick today, prevaricator? My blogs tell too much me-me-me-me, and do not attempt 2 relate to all of UUUUUUUUUUU, and it took a while 4 the light to pop on, actually this book was half of the enlightenment, and the other half was none other than NJJCK’s daughter in her present STC form, and she knows what I am referring 2, I am sitting here last night tired and desiring 2 blog when I looked over at her 2 recent projects that I purchased at the Cranberryville, Wall Mart store, and the one on top just hit my eye, and my mind, and I said to myself, yeah, she is telling U2 relate more to the average person, stop the me-me--me-me only stuff, as life is more than mathematical equations. Again my thanks great Queen, and U rule 4 ever and ever. From now on, unless totally impossible to do as will B in some instances obviously, I’ll B darn sure 2 tie a comparison together so that ordinary people not suffering in an endless tormented hell on Earth, will B able 2 hopefully anyway, better relate.

Did any of U chem-trail researchers know that my story is there of how I seemingly started this chem trail phenomenon with one call to the Mount Laurel Police station ion the late autumn of 1987, and that back in middle December in 1969, the first huge one was visible all over Camden County, and was made somewhere between Collingswood, Oaklyn, Haddonfield, Audubon, Westmont, towns, and spread throughout Camden County. It was the most awesome gorgeous thing that U could ever have witnesses, and as group needs 2 form B4 we all R dead, that remembers this and witnessed it, in and from this area.

DOW JONES FOREVER SHOOTING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!!
PHILLIES FOREVER LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING!!!
Told U all that this would happen based on the ever-expanding harassing hell and vitriolic persecution that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL is forever forcing me 2 endure. Did U know that others by the tens of thousands right here in America, R now as scared and angry about these viscous chem trails as I am, visit 10 great sites, start with www.chemtrailcentral.com and there R lots of great sites, such as this other one, www.chembusters.com and some of these doctors R recognized health care professionals that just in this recent last 10 years R totally saying and agreeing with stuff I have been saying since late in the 1980’s. I talked about how leaves and autumn foliage is getting later as is arriving at full size leaf in the springtime by more than one day a year since the mid nineteen sixties. Now, U hear this by recognized science community doctorate graduates, along with Global warming and trapped carbon dioxide emissions. www.morianity-foundation.com is not gonna B there after the oh-eight summer, it is only a $150 job, it was all I could afford 2 pay a man 2 do 4 me, but it tells truths that not only U all need to hear and FEAR, but also, recognize B4 it is 2 late, that if prevented, dooms can B averted. I never went 4 that saying that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, with me personally it always has been closer to a megaton of cure, what has been your spin, tell me? I want 2 help myself and everyone else right along with me, but most people R living just better than me by enough so that they refuse 2 even try to take blinders off and ear plugs out and C and hear 4 the first time that maybe, just freaking maybe, Morianity has a major message. But 4 those interested in things not so nice, these websites R not there 2 promote the rights of a pedophile or anything like that. Some have accused me of this 4 just daring 2B honest. What happens in a dream is not prosecutable in this world, not even in this vastly approaching Nazi-Germany-America. Kids under 40 and especially under 30 have no clue of living in basically a free country really is, they never have, where us old smells have and we know better. Sol when I tell U about Krassleville on a website, I am not advocating filthy behavior. My mom said it so well over and over, this is Earth, not Heaven, and we behave one way here and one way there, in the heavenly's or the Astral Plane. Until UC that time is an illusion on this realm, and relate it back to this mortal life and judge from there, U just do not C truth. When I say that Washington, DC has a 13 year age of consent, I am stating a fact that politicians obviously want their environment to permit their filthy promiscuous behavior on the Earth Worlds, this is not tolerated by good wholesome people and I was demonstrating the simple point that double standards exist and YI do not ever vote. It would B a totally wasted effort 2 vote by my way of observing this entire larger view. Every vote counts, and I choose 2 vote for none of them, I am indeed a voter. I love this fucking country, WHAT IT ONCE WAS, WHAT IT ONCE STOOD 4 AND REPRESENTED, F R E E D O M. Today, since decades of total controlled-manipulation by the EVIL THIRD of the MC, the Lambrigg-Cult, since the invasion that started in the 1800’s with the birth of ELECTRONICS, and boy did the fucking Native Americans know all of this, and we would not listen for a pound of jewels, and ever since, it now is a one way trip straight to DOGTOWN. Mortal world is HELL.

Unconscious collective of the human race, I politely demand, NOT REQUEST, that U all raise your awareness towards conscious level waking omniscience by 10 degrees as this instantly and ELECTRONICALLY posts up through this system.

Harold Camping of Family Stations Incorporated is correct 100% on one thing he claims, as I TOTALLY RELATE, and have, ALL THE DAYS OF MY HAMBERGER LIVES, 2 what he claims about his very recent new revelation. No the mighty holy words of SSJKK have not nor will, WVER ALTER, they R fixed on a Lawtronic level, and she changes NOT. But over the past few decades, the parabolic curve of change is major. Societies change and so do people attempting to reach spiritual enlightenment. It is moving faster and faster, as they out of control like a roller coaster with broken breaks on a planet with 5 times that of Earth’s gravity, or 5G. But UR not, SIR, the only one on mortal land EARTH, capable of moving towards this, nor do U have any true memories as do I of my existence there with her. Maybe in 2012 or 2913, U just might listen to MORIANITY, and relate, I have also been wrong, but this time I am not. U want blanket-Krassle-truth, fine. I will give it 2U and all of U. If UR following the word she had written, the holy bible of the Christian faith, the best all though not 100%+ accurate but close enough is the KJV. If U do not violate one thing ever, U can move into a spiritual experience with this mighty being that is totally awesome and unfathomable. The Lawtronics R simple, nothing can B in violation of any of her great mighty truths, SHE RULES. If I am in a night dream or a day dream, U know there, fellow relaters, the teacher shouted your name and after the 4th time loudly U jump out of your seat, as U simply were not there, but off soul-traveling as the mighty ECKNKAR sound and light religion teaches. Whether I was in pajamas with eyes closed or not, matters none, what only matters ever is, was any of it in biblical violation. If U ever think SSJKK is telling U to do anything against any of the 10 commandments that make up basically any law that mankind could ever impose on a governing society, UR hearing her WRONG, this is LAWTRONICS, this is FACT. This is total absolute inviolate TRUTH. Now I was moved 2 stop blogging last winter and break off with Pervo-Eddie-H. Then 70 days or whatever Congy, I suddenly was just out-of-the-blue-led 2 resume the blogging and buy the computer. If anything I was more in debt, not less after the passage of these 70 or so days after I had quit. The lousy 300 smacks from not the burning, but the other Bush, barely paid for a third of the expense, do not get me wrong, I appreciate it, but I think without the amount being at least 5-10 times more than 300 Jaylo-Jane-Press-1-smacks per person when the dollar is just about at paper-worth aniwho, basically did the economic stimulus and growth a heavy long run disfavor, this is just my opinion. Hay, relate, comment, I am interested, but 4 me, it paid 4 one third of my needed computer and all the software, printers, and parts, that all go along with it and yet R by no means included in the price, at least not at Staples Store, no it was not easy, and I AM BROKE AS PISS. 4 me this stimulus package was a joke, but thank U mister President 4 at least making the effort.

Yes great queen, U rule, and always have and always will, U rule this empire, not the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, MC. Like the great Dr. Camping the genius engineer from Cali, look me up after eleven comes and GOES, and we can relate. Donna asked me YI wrote 1992 min my lyrics, with me, it was 4 different reasons, at the time my thing was not spiritual, I just wanted 2 get powerful and rich like any other quarter century old man with life ahead of him, now that has all gone the way of a fast spinning globe.

The day B4 the Sky-tower ride, or Scylla’s Tower, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, I walked under Schiff’s Central Pier and was heading south. It was 9 in the morning, perhaps earlier, and as I walked, I know that I had sufficiently ducked my head down low enough so as 2 avoid hitting the cement beam, or so I thought. The next thing I knew, as the Boxing industry describes it so eloquently, I was shaking off some heavy cob webs, and I was not wearing a watch, but a clock was digitally displayed on the side of the pier at the time, and I went 2 look at it and instantly knew that a good 20 minutes and perhaps more had gotten away from me. I went 4 a quick swim B4 the guards were totally on duty, and then went back to Cornwall Avenue to swim some more, south of there in Ventnor, when I was staying at the molester’s place in 1970. That evening I hopped on the Jitney-bus and went north back up into Atlantic City, and this is where I got on the amusement ride called the Sky-Tower. I will never know whether my Highview Apartment interaction up in 1996 fits into this as the catalyst that caused the time illusion motion, or whether the newspaper actually was folded up many times and indeed hidden in a small box inside of the car somewhere. I only know that the United States Military went nuts on me after I purchased it, and every single time that I took this warrantied vehicle back 2 the dealership to have mileage routine maintenance work performed on it, hay, just what were they worried so much that some duosh bag mechanic might find? I will tell U the real real real mechanic story some day, and how it fits together twice with the All Mighty. B4 anyone doubts Morianity, U would B strongly advised to take into account that it is 4 your benefit as well as mine that U open up your mind, and I will then return the favor, and as I continue along with my story, will try much harder 2 relate parts of it 2 things that will B more relatable 2 all of U in your own lives and interactions and dealings with this mortal world life that UR able 2 remember, called the here and now by some.

Copyright Michael W. Mountainpen, and once I print out all of the URL system, next week or this one, it is all going for copyright registration. It is time 4 Washington, DC to know a little more truth about the world that they all R forever and endlessly stuck and trapped in, without memory to any of it except 4 the very basic here-and-now of it. Copyrighted 2008, the invert year of other quite major copyrighted material from the great room in the Franklin sun, 1802 Robin Hill, of Whore Squeeze Township Blue Nerdsey, USAESMWG.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS OF 2300, this is all sworn voluntarily, it is a legal document and a dying mans utterance and declaration. All murderers of me and my mom and friend DCR, all R listed in these 5 blogs somewhere, they all R instrumental in varying degrees, of causing premeditated miseries leading to tortuous horrible deaths of me and mom and David Roth. Under pains and penalties of perjury, I sear this is truth, absolute total truth, no omissions nor deletions to this truth R found therein on this official document.

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Labels: "Millionth-Council" "government-persecution" "astral-worlds"

Monday, June 16, 2008

short blog #10

SHORT BLOG 10
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS ONT REAL SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
MY INFINITE HELL:

Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in 97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.

They insured their cheated loss of my Phillies today with that major computer quack-hack, Stacey=L, jack-hack-attack!!!!!!

Lenny the gunman, FBI, that I told U about, was all B4 gangster rap. If this does not stop, I will have 2 do something that will force the authorities 2 look into my situation, as if they prosecute me, I get 2 mount a fucking DEFENSE, this is not going 2 go on much fucking longer, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv.

Copyright Michael W. Mountainpen, whose first amendment rights under the US constitution were severely violated today, 4 the 5,985rd time or so, but who the fuck is counting, Petofi??????????

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Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE

Sunday, June 15, 2008

hacking and prison

if u r listening blogger dot com, someone is violating my fucking rights unless u r having a problem with the site, how am i supposed 2 know. I cannot view any of my blogs, it will not let me, and someone is fucking illegally with my drunkenhive hyperlink also, this is a violation of my right to free speech guaranteed me under the damn constitution of the united fucking states of America.

THE END, & SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUUD'!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

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Relating

Monday, June 16, 2008

short blog #10

Sunday, June 15, 2008

hacking and prison

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