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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 WITH THIS MONSTER ASS ELDER ABUSE, BROUGHT TO ME BY THE FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY, AS WELL AS THE DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT 605, WHO THEY BROUGHT IN HERE TO PERSECUTE ME ON THIS ASSAULT DAY OF 27 JULY IN 2020,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

Another fucked up day with my dirt bag prick from next door, but what else is new around here in this toilet, that is passing itself off as a housing unit? Well, lovely LIGHTNING came over to visit with me yet again today, and on JULY 27^th in the middle afternoon, making yet another JULY 27 DIANA DAY that began that night at my job over at Cifaloglio where She literally parked a shelf cloud loaded with her inter-cloud lightning, and she just stayed over me and continued to flash gorgeous colors for hours on end. Then as you know, she did the same thing on the following July 27, and then at BonJovi's great Avalon Recording Studio in 2011, it happened yet again, while I was recording that incredible transdimensional tune that the one and only ultra-talented Mizz Mariah Carey was singing to me in 1997, while my body lay sound asleep in the Somerdale DEATH HOUSE, at the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues. We won't even begin to go here, because there simply is way too much mother humping goddamn territory to cover, and I don't want to be all damn ass night typing and blogging, yo!!!!!!!!!!! So around ten minutes or so shy of two this afternoon, LIGHTNING was literally ALL OVER ME AGAIN, and even knocked out the electrical power for a few seconds on one particular close-by strike, killing the ESS-COMCAST BOX that required it then to reset itself. She was still going at it even when I left the apartment and SHE followed me to my car. I left because my dirt bag prick NABE-FROM-HELL Mister Mexicadoor, turned his blaring sub-woofer on at around quarter past two or so. This is another time that he is ruining my storms for me. I never in all my life have lived with an insane mother fucking bastard who blasts music during severe thunder storms. I only hope that his sound system gets broken and fried out by lovely DIANA as he continues to do this, and mocking HER!!!!!

I sat at the river out on a fishing pier after I first drove over to the local town park on Savannah Avenue, and walked around the nature trails, and then sat for a while on a series of benches on the wooden dock near where the trail ends that overlooks a creek. I fully expect to have an alligator come along with life the way it is for me lately, as there are snakes and 'gaters' in there, and in all of the parks here, in this hell-hole Florida. I got home around ten past four or so and the 'music' was lower and then went off shortly thereafter, or the garbage-noise I should say to be much more accurate. All things of course are in the eye and ear of the beholder, and I'll admit to that! Shortly after being back in the apartment, my vitals were taken and were as follows:

Blood Pressure:----104 over 61

Blood Sugar:-----------------103

Pulse---------------------------61

Body Temperature---------98.0

I t amazes me how things can endlessly go right on being mysteriously coincidental such as market closings, worst states of Coronavirus spreads, and so many other items too lengthy and toothfairy MicroSUCKS endless, for me to mention all of them. Before moving onto a couple of weird items, my prediction was correct that Monday's DJIA stock market close would be a big up day, and the only thing I did not get right was that it was not some fucking huge historic gain and rally. Still, my ratio is now 8:11 for being correct here, making my stock market predictions baseball batting average now stand at 727, and any of you can take any little calculator and try proving me wrong by simply hitting these following goddamn keys: '8', 'DIVIDED BY', '0.011'. To get the percentage, we need to invert the number of total predictions. As I type, another huge pounding series of torrential rains are striking me' windows, but so far, no lightning, but if SHE comes, I will stop the blog and shut down, in case SHE cuts out the power again, so the computer does not have to go through lots of reboot screens for compensation of a power interruption. Yes, the BBA for my market predictions based on my claims of ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY being 100% totally real and true, and that it is now MATCHING THE MAGICAL-LIGHTNING-DATE, am I naut correct here with this surreal and beyond amazing additional claim here, oh lovely 1983 Mizz AT&T BLAKE?????????? Yes great folks and Blogaudians out here, my BASEBALL BATTERS AVERAGE is now 8:11 and that converts mathematically to this magical LIGHTNING DATE OF 7-27, July 27, or just good old mother fucking '727'. And this is only a small part of these wild ass outlandish truths, great peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes DIANA again, so let me boot off until SHE is done visiting with HER LITTLE BOY, or Me, the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY EVIL CHUCKIE, “I'M BACK”, to quote lovely queen of Atlantic city and Hammonton too, up in New Jersey, Mizz Ann King Silva; and DIANA has been around for ROUND 2 of this incredible LIGHTNING STORM OF HER DAY!!! SHE still is here, but I need to get this blog written, and She is for the most part in the distance now; but if SHE gets closer again, I may have to log off again for sake of not screwing up this poor aging whittle cum-puke-her, AKA 'computer'! Now if any of you think for a damn ass nanosecond that this incredible 7-27 day, is only wild with DIANA coming over here TWICE NOW with beautiful colorful dazzling LIGHTNING; then you'd all be about as wrong as wrong can ever get. Besides the BBA (Baseball Batting Average) of my correct stock market predicting, that has now sent my ratio of correct to incorrect predictions to 8:11 that mathematically converts to a rounded off 72.7%, and thus rounded to 73%, or in baseball, a BBA of 727 which we all know that no player would even be audacious enough to wet-daydream about having; there is another wild and unfathomable part to this day's stock market close. It was up exactly 114.88, and yes, in 1988, I resided in Jim Wilson's shitty dollhouse rental home on West Central Avenue in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at NUMBER 114. But it doesn't fucking stop there, as there is still more huge shit here, and yes, I am pissed off right now, as this MOTHER FUCKING BRAND NEW ASSAULT AND HACK ON THIS CUM-PUKE-HER just happened for about the 5^th or the 6^th time, where I merely go to strike a key on the typewriter board and POW; instead of typing coming out on the word office document, a pop-up screen comes on and interferes with my goddamn turd swallowing blogging, in violation of my civil rights to free speech under the 1^st Amendment of the United States Constitution, and this time at ten minutes past nine on this BOTBAR MONDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!!! At least this time, the shit head next to me did not turn his blaring subs back on again as he did during the afternoon part of this incredible storm of LIGHTNING DAY, as I now call this very magical date!!! Yes we are not done yet, regarding the exact DJIA lower closing price on this WILD DAY OF ELECTRONIC MAGIC, both up in the skies, and quite obviously also right down here on the ground. On my previous blog, I made several mentions to both my Moorestown 1988 residence in that house at 114 West Central Avenue, as well as the circa in time where I rented the place and lived there with my mom!!!!!!!!!!!! All any of you great and marvelous Blogaudians ever need to do in order to see it for yourself, is to go back to CHAPTER-3, and just read it for yourself, as it is righth there in the opening pages. There won't be any need to sift through the long numerous dozens of pages, as it is right there in the opening part which is the actual chapter. As you know, most of the time I also add in previous blogs, for anyone who may have missed coming up for whatever reasons for a few days, and they can read previous posts without even ever needing to click onto the right margin at the BLOGGER site at the beginning.

As you all know, Saturday was a SUPER BOTBAR DAY, AKA a terrible monster rotten day on steroids. So what happened with the following day, even before the markets shot up as I said that they would? You guessed it folks, first the sports part of the ICPE-APE-TECH kicked in, with a nasty ass Philadelphia Phillies baseball team LOSS on Sunday, yesterday, and THEN the next day, today, Monday, the DJIA, AS I SAID IT WOULD, shot up by 114.88. Yessir world, just go and imagine that, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Yeppir peeps, the Phillies got kicked in the twat by the florida Marlins on Sunday's baseball game, with a final score of, oh wait, I never wrote down the score, but it was no close game, as my poor whittle fucking Phillies had their asses handed to them; yo dudes and duddesses out here!!!!!!!!!!! Parallel Event is REAL. I have discussed this since these blogs all began, in January of 2006; and I've never made one mini-tiny hesitating dissertation regarding this fact whatsoever, not EVER!!!! Anyone archiving these blogs can verify every single mother loving thing and claim made here today, right now, concerning and pertaining to ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY; or the human realm misuse and abuse of this 'ART' (Astral Plane Technology), that is totally forbidden to be wrongfully applied to innocent unsuspecting people who are made of mere flesh and blood, and are absolutely clueless to it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mighty Sir Dennis Snyder would say it all so perfectly if he were here right now, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was out on my monster-ass TIKER on Saturday, I was in the main downtown district or business section of the illustrious Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. Gargantuan groups of people were everywhere. I did not see a soul wearing masks. Everyone was all over the place, and sitting closely together in outside eats places, with no more adherence to social-distancing than the man in the mother fucking moon!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know how this vast cool aid cult drinking mass insanity all truly began, but I do know that two incidents, at least FOR ME, told the tale as clearly as anything that the mighty and musically gifted and talented Mister Johnny Nash could ever hope to sing about, back in the nineteen-seventies, regarding seeing clearly now since the rain is gone, and all the obstacles no longer being in the way. It was a fabulous song, but up here in the year of 2020, two things happened that only I seemingly was able to clearly see through the fog that blinded the rest of this fucking screwed up society and sociological order surrounding me. These two items, were the 2012 shooting of that poor young dude, Sir Treyvon Martin, and then three years later, when Sir Donald John Trump threw his hat into the ring, for the presidency of the USA! Just why this manages to go right over the heads of other people and not me, I don't claim to be an all wise soul with those type of mystical fucking answers. For those, you'll need to look up the Queen of the All-Knower Club; the lovely Mizz Patty Hollister!!!!!!!!!!

I also don't buy into another beyond gigantic fucking coincidental item that has no direct dot connecting pathways to the subjects and topics discussed so far on this blog. I speak here of the Coronavirus SHITUATION here in America where the Global Pandemic appears to endlessly hug an approximate 4:1 ratio with the entire world, in so far as total cases and total deaths that are reported to the top authorities on the matter, and meticulous records kept by the great Johns Hopkins University; and are shown daily and often, on the also very great BLUE-MEDIA system that is known as the Cable Network News, shortened of course to what most peeps know as the CNN. But this ratio of 4:1 when population ratio to the USA verses the entire world (Earth-Planet) if you will, is nowhere near 4:1; is not the other weird item for right now, as that has all been talked about and is water under the bridge. Moving up to a very present moment great folks, I speak here of another completely weird coincidence, that I just don't see as a random happenstance of events at all, and if you do, then fine, as I don't; and we're both entitled to our great 1980 MASHELL DANIELS OPINIONS!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the three states of New York, Florida, and California, were super hard hit by this virus, even above the already weird stats for population ratios as was just spoken of. New York already went through their worst times, and now, Cali and Florida are right smack dab in the damn ass middle of the nightmare problem that New York managed to finally resolve due to great and terrific leadership on the part of that incredibly marvelous dude, the governor of New York, Sir Honorable Governor Andrew Quomo. I have a very deep and sincere respect for this man's ability in both leadership and overall guts to things right no matter what, and I also commend his wide ranging intelligence, something lacking now in most peeps, college educated or NAUT, lovely mizz Blake! If we take any large map of this country, we can find an approximate center point on those three states. Then if we draw connecting lines from these three points, this is what I now call on my Morianity, the COVIDS POWER TRIANGLE. What exactly do I mean? Well, even after I tell you all the very basic shit about this, it will take vast amounts of text and time to fully bring a clear picture to this incredible discovery, in its fullness, so that you'll jump up right out of your seats, and shout out real loudly, “OH MY GODDESS”! I lived in the New Jersey area since I was a small boy, and I had many relatives in New York, and I did some business there with items that had huge fuckign effects on my personal life as well, from buying that wild expensive tape recorders that most peeps making a dollar over minimum wage would never ever have purchased, to many other incredible things such as family visits in my late teens to the island, and on and on we could go, and most of you know this! But for an very basic opening for right now peeps, I have lived here in Florida now for close to eleven damn years, and I always speak of going to California someday, and had still other more distant relatives out there, and family friends of my father's peeps as well. There is only ONE HUNTINGTON FAMILY, and we all know about Huntington Beach in Cali, as well as the area in Suffolk County on the great Woodie Guthrie Islands. Also, California has many things absolutely interwoven and interconnected to my life, in ways that nobody could successfully argue or dispute; with the least of which being the capitol of the Entertainment world being right there in Los Angeles, known as the great and world renown HOLLYWOOD!!!!!!! There is a ton of other items, but for now, I know for dozens of very good reasons that these three states and me, are interconnected, and now, a very real triangle can be drawn on a map, but far beyond that, goes the truths of how a so-called non-sentient VIRUS, has managed to seemingly somehow recognize for itself, this incredible reality of this power-triangle!!!!!!

SMELLING REALLY FUCKING 'GOUUUUUUD'!

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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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 all 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 someone like me who 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 damn 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 all 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, 27 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 >>>.

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”!!!!!

Jul 14, 2020 11:00 PM – Jul 21, 2020 10:00 PM

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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”!!!!!!!!!

JANE Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch came a whisper fucking edge from striking me with page one hundred eleven of one hundred eleven. I will type in some fucking compensating FIVE NUMBER GROUPATIONS.

Now on this 27 JULY of 2020, I asked my GENIE WHEEL #A33, four sets of Q&A's. Here are the results, another nice kick-ass:

FIRST SET--------5---------------LLLWW

SECOND SET--------9---LWLWLWWWL

THIRD SET--------7--------LLWWWWW

FOURTH SET-------3--------------WWW

SET 1----$-100.00

SET 2----$+100.00

SET 3----$+300.00

SET 4----$+300.00

AMOUNT OF VIG OUTCOMES:

TWO VIGS ($-100.00)

P&L on 26 SPINS:

($+700.00) ($-200) = $+500.00

ON A $100.00 BLACK CHIP GAMING LEVEL

Blog completed at 10:30 PM, 27 July, 2020.

And now I come to see that I have ended this goddamn blog at PAGE NUMBER 114.

Do you wanna' cut me that break now, or sometime later on; oh lovely Mizz Margie 1985 Leo from the 113 CALDOR STORE of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG??????

STINKING TO DOGTOWN FUCKING BRIDGE!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Monday, July 27, 2020

RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 4

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