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RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 10








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SO WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY ESS WHITE, AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF THE NEW AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET? At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.



Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.







(MOUNTAINPEN) Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)



Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:






If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.



Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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This mother fucking total jerk off prick from HELL is totally KILLING ME; FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI), in case you just may care in the teeny tiny wee whittle goddamn asshole bit, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!















I came home at around half past eight, after being out in the cunt lapping hot miserable sunny humid sweaty weather for more than five dick licking hours, and at least it was quiet here. I've learned to cunt huffing appreciate any tiny whittle goddamn morsel tidbit of anything in this HUNTINGTON CURSED LIFE of mine, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!! YESSIR peeps, I TOLD YOU this endless persecution on me intentionally being given to me by my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM MOTHER FUCKIGN TWAT EATING DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE SHIT-ASS-HELLFIRE, would bring up the DJIA, but I am talking about SATURDAY'S DEATH SIEGE. I now am at a right to wrong ratio in my DJIA stock market predictions, as of Monday's SUPER UP DAY, with 9:12, or with a baseball batters average of 750, or I am now holding a 75% correctly predicted record, for all of my carefully watching and observing BLOGAUDIANS out here on the jit swallowing internet!!!!!!!! And for today's horrendous DEATH ATTACK and major mother fucking ELDER ABUSE, you can all bet your pecker whacking asses on another HUUUUUUUGE UP TODAY FOR TUESDAY 4 AUGUST, taking my ratio by 4 PM to a 10:13. I believe Sir McNulty would say it really great right about now, should he be in this mother fucking rotten shitty apartment; “WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!! I've drawn in my mother fucking goddamn Fonda Avoidance Coloring Lines or (FACL) so she can't hurt me even worse on this SUPER BOTBAR DAY OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













You don't need to know everything that is going on with me, but I will say a few quick things. I must have some enemies in the Carolina's, as they are getting mildly hammered from the storm that eased past me without harm. The dude that stands out in the elements from (TWC) THE WEATHER CHANNEL, was being practically blown over on the beach by heavy wind, as of midnight.









Earlier in these blogs, and shortly after moving to Florida in late 2009; I began using the YOU-TUBE system for several years. I no longer have anything to do with the entire internet's social media system other than for occasionally Googling up information I need that is no longer available in old world ways, due to this rotten computerized new world that I find myself living in. I stumbled onto that asshole Alex Jones, and later gave him a thumbs up on several of my blogs. That can be chalked up to my political ignorance, and several other character flaws, that I openly admit to having; one of which NOT BEING humble and honest enough to admit when I am totally wrong, and far off base. So you go, Mister Dirty Dancing Orbach, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!













When it was dinner time, I went into the local SUBWAY for a FOOTLONG Hoagie and a cold drink. There is no inside-eating due to the Coronavirus, so I had to park in a shady area and eat it in my car. As I typed the next fucking sentence, my POP-UP-SCREEN NEW HACK happened again, this time with two fucking goddamn screens at 12:38 AM. I was starting to type in, that while I was in the SUBWAY eats place to have them make my hoagie sub, some MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE ENEMY followed me in, and I can prove it. I had ordered an Italian Hoagie with no cheese on a FOOTLONG, and this man, as I was putting my wallet back into my pants after paying my eight bucks for the drink and the hoagie, said that he wanted an Italian Hoagie FOOTLONG sub, and then he said, “With no cheese”, copying every single thing that I just said and ordered. Nobody, and I mean nobody that I have ever known, EVER, says NO CHEESE. I am a very rare person who does not like cheese. Men especially are absolute cheese fans, and my mom told me that a doctor friend of the family once told her that out of 10,000 men questioned on a medical form, only one put an “X” in the question mark for a 'NO' answer, when asked if they like or eat cheese. So I don't buy that for one lousy minute, FBI, and I remember back from a year ago on last 19 August on my JURY DUTY DAY OF HELL, how one of the potential jurors, when asked details on his job, told the prosecutor that he would give more information privately and that he was with the NSA. So we have at least one fucking NSA AGENT right around here, and I ain't making any of this up, you sicko nut job ALEX JONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You and your buddy Mister Wonderful TRUMP!!!!!












I tried to get a hold of an old pal from my days at the Harvest, and I drove over to his family's property in West Fort Pierce past the I-95 highway entrances, and when I got there, a huge sign warning that trespassers would be prosecuted, was bigger than life on the left side of the road that leads into the place, and since I was going uninvited, I did not dare go onto the private property in violation of the law. I did manage to go to a few other places, and I am no longer going to give enemies ammunition to shoot and mortally wound me with, by telling about it, at least until I know that something positive may possibly come out of it, pertaining to my hellish nightmare nabe problem, as well as this corrupt Public Housing authority system.















The man who came to check on me that morning a couple years ago or whenever, after not seeing me in a while, that I told an dblogged about; was in the lobby area of this rotten building as I was coming in from my nightmare 5+ hour TIKER. He told me that several peeps, including him, have a really bad neighbor, and that all we can do is bide our time until the virus shit ends and then get the mother fucking hell out of here, or to quote lovely and illustrious Judge Judy, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE”!!!!!!!!!!!! If I was wealthy, I could move now; as many places are available for high income peeps. But those who can only rent a broken down tiny place or a small mobile home, are totally fucked right now; and I no more believe that this was not all planned to totally finish me off during this 2020 election, than I believe that I am mother fucking Santa Claus on laughing gas. Funny too, those same peeps who laugh at me who are in legal authority, don't buy coincidences one little bit if they're connected with some investigation that they are doing pertaining to some crime. My mom when she was growing up in Philadelphia at 440 South 50th Street, went to church on Sunday's with her parents and her sister Barbara, and her two brothers, John and Stuart; and the minister was a dude named Berley Crookshank. He was good friends wit my grandfather, and had him invest a lot of money on some stupid Ralph Kramdon harebrained scheme just like in that marvelous cool 'honeymooners' TV-Show, and he used to say with repetition, to hear my mom tell it over and over to me as well as I was growing up, “Do as I say, not as I do”. This has become a well heard expression in even this now current 21st century. Maybe because it rings so cunt lapping totally ass true, yo BRO, and screw your broadCASTED BRO, Mister MicroSUCKS Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!! I picked up my new glasses today, and AGAIN, someone at the optical lab totally fucked them up. I can;t see a fucking stinking goddamn thing out of them, and I will need to go back for a redo and be put on the eye-chart with them on me and have the error corrected. These things are all persecutions and I know it. There is no excuse for this, when these fucking peeps go to college and medical school to learn how to successfully do their jobs, and three out of four times they supposedly screw it all up for me!!!!!!! Gimme' a break!!!!!!!!!! Or cut me one, lovely Margie Leo, and yo, not the stinky fucking kind, pweeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!

















MARCH 13, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 1:50,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 65 DEGREES FNHT.









I NEED HELP, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, FCC CHAIRMAN, FROM MY DAYS WITH YOU IN DAN MACKEY'S CLASS IN 1972, AT COOLEY HALL, MAJOR HACKING ALL DAY LONG ON MY COMPUTER, SIR AND PAL. REMEMBER THOSE GREAT JOKES YOU TOLD ME WHEN DAN MACKEY SAID YOU WOULD GROW UP AND BE A MAN SOMEDAY, WITH JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER, AND LOTS MORE?



THEN THERE WAS THE OPPOSITE END OF THE COOLEY HALL, OUT THE DOOR AND UP HOPKINS LANE JUST A LITTLE BIT TO THE WEIRD PLACE CALLED LILLY'S LILIPUTIAN LIVERY. WELL, I DO NOT THINK IT IS WEIRD ANY MORE, MISTER GULLIVER. IT ALL FITS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING GLOVE, RIGHT IRANIAN 1968 SHAH, SIR?????????? RIGHT LATE AUNT GERALDINE SNOW MASON??????



YOU BETTER ALL LEAVE ME ALONE OR I WILL WIPE OUT THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET, YOU COCK SUCKERS OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















So in getting down to cases here, and continuing along with stuff opened up on blogs from several posts back; just ask any modern day advanced Quantum Physicist, and most will agree with the current scientific community's concept that 5th dimensional hyperspace has unlimited countless parallel universes, that only MORIANITY so far as of the date this blog posts up to BLOGGER-GOOGLE; claims are accessed by all of us through OUR DREAMS. Due to ultra-complex Towel-Seepage-Effect (TSE) and (HSM) Hyper-Space-Mechanics of all un-thrilled joyless {OTHER HSM's}, any major historic 'BENDSPOT' or where powerhouse shit in human history is teetering on a very thin fence top (in or out of Eden, Iraq, and all DS-DS-DS IRAN INVADED ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICAL AUDIO TAPES that were left at magical city boardwalks, (not underneath them at least); things branch off IN VARIOUS WAYS at these major points, that my MORIANITY labels as BENDSPOT HYPERSPACE POINTS OR BSHP'S for a shortened abbreviation.









Now blogs from earlier this year, told how reality can be absolutely controlled as well as altered intentionally, by people keeping track of numbers in their own private dwellings by simulating being at a casino roulette wheel using ordinary playing cards, and then those same people would go to a real gaming house (casino) somewhere, stand within playing range and eyesight of a roulette wheel, and actually cause 'their personal numbers' to come in more than they would should they not be standing within that quantum distance range. Using this analogy, can other realities be effected by doing very similar type of stuff? The answer is a resounding and major unequivocal “YES”!!!!!!!! Now the very same “FAWCES” Mister HALL from 1990, SIR; that are making THESE ROULETTE OUTCOME NUMBERS POP UP WHEN DOING THIS ALSO FORCES REALITY ITSELF, IN THINGS THAT GO BEYOND JUST WHERE A BALL WILL STOP ON A WHEEL; TO ALTER OR (TRANSFER), on this quantum energetic level of 'STM' flux. When certain things are done, using the very magical world of electronics, this same principle is likewise going into effect as well and in not so different a pattern of powerful truth. I use the word MAGICAL very literally by the way, as if you ask the top Electrical Engineers on this planet, just what electricity and electronics IS, they will respond if choosing to be honest and true with your query, that we understand how it all works and what it all does, but we do not know what electricity is, or the electron. Now we do know that it is a charged particle, but as I said to Ryan the Recording Engineer from the BonJovi owned Avalon Recording Studio that used to operate out of Port Saint Lucie, Florida and moved down to Pompono Beach, after 2013 ended; after he made that statement to me that the electron is a charged particle, I then responded back in absolute truth but a bit sarcasticly I'll admit, “Charged with what”? All the real honest engineers and electricians will admit that they know how this magical world of electronics works but we DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS. I of course DO KNOW. It is PINKM GODDESS, MIDDIE, MDE, Mother-Daughter-Electron. Those egotistical alpha male world owners have always insisted that women are underneath men, and as with all things ranging from the smart money in the global banking system to dozens of other things just as big but in different ways, the reality of all things is the exact reverse of the accepted norms. The sun DOES NOT rise and set, the world IS NOT FLAT, and I could literally bore you all to death with a hundred other examples just like those two. The largest of all is that this Father-Son-Holy Ghost thing needs to also be reversed, into Mother-Daughter-Electron!









I promise to fully delve into the issues of TRUTH-REVERSALS that are all backed up in Biblical Scriptures such as the last will be first and the first last, and much more, and also, I will get way more specific about how DREAMS and WAKING LIFE connect in a wild transdimensional 'bigger picture' that is literally a 5th and 6th dimensional system underneath the 7th dimensional circuitry of the entire system that my Morianity has labeled as “Lawtronics”, ever since these blogs began in the year of 2006. In these present ignorant dark days in true measurable wisdom, my entire theme and all my concepts would absolutely qualify as extreme mental illness, delusion, and numerous side psychotic features the least of which would be delusions of grandeur. It will not be in my lifetime by any stretch of the mind, that my Morianity-TRUTHS have even the smallest chance of being recognized by the organized planetary power structures, but still, it will be out there for future generations to peruse and explore at their eventual leisure and levels of comfort as times continue to progress as well as evolve onward, yo! So to quote the great, incredible, and near-all-knowing Mister Dennis Snyder, from Elm, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!













Now KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), was a wild invention that words would be totally inept to properly describe. Still, this was built because I wanted to be able to do things that others around me, even in the great profession of sound recording, were unable to do, making me therefore in a position where I would stand out head and shoulders higher than the crowd. I knew from childhood that I was under some absolutely unexplainable nightmare curse, and that's all I damn knew. Still I knew it, and thus, I came to the conclusion before even reaching midway through puberty, that I needed to do special things just to be recognized at all and keep me out of total obscurity and invisibility. This is why I seriously debated with myself to admit to the world that I seemingly have a magical power over motion, and not in some small way like those famous magicians or psychic, ranging from Geller to Blaine to Copperfield. I told Jennifer Washburn that I would literally FLY OVER HER BUILDING IN ATLANTICV CITY ONE DAY, PHYSICALLY, and I could have done it. She responded back tome on that wild day, “Mark, what would it prove”. Her response was absurd when you think about it. Still, it was perfectly within all the norms based on my suffering from a covert and invisible major horrendous FAMILY CURSE that Morianity calls the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and no, not the one that you hear about should you go online and GOOGLE UP this thing. It is like what I told you all years back concerning the word that morianity uses, called 'EXPLORATRON'. After I began saying my incredible bullshit on the topic for several months, maybe a full year; poof, somehow someone or some thing to quote awesome William Shatner Captain Star Trek Kirk, went back into time, and magically created this same word, and then made the GOOGLE-RANKING SO 'BERNIE-HUUUUUUUUUUGE', so that now, when we GOOGLE UP the word “EXPLORATRONS”, we do not get anything whatsoever about what Morianity has told the world about with this incredible deal. To this day, I still may go to the beach, or some public place; and do the unthinkable, with or without any following DEEDEE birds, or pink non-goddess Salmon-fish, from 1997 and 1998 somewhere, up there in good ol' lovely wonderful Atlantic City, NO JOYSEY! Yes speaking of two years along that range in time, I screwed up and reversed the wild spirit-travel experience. It was in 1996 that I went back to 1968, and told my classmates that I came from the year 1997, and not the other way around! So maybe the last are first and the first are last and we all need to endlessly reverse what our stock brokers insist that we do with our life savings. Think the shit about it folks, yo!





















So we managed to lay a small foundation concerning the Keyboards From Petahell or KFP on a blog from a few back. Now, to move this along, did you ever wonder exactly why the electronic forces copy the human larynx? The faster that it vibrates, the higher the pitch of sound is made from the person, and of course concentrically, the slower that it vibrates, the lower the pitch of sound is made from the person. So in the olden days when a tape is speeded up, or a turntable is set on a higher speed, the recording is not only faster but is HIGHER IN PITCH, doubling into the next higher octave at precisely double the speed, or if slowed down, this same thing goes into play, make a tape play at half the speed that it was recorded at, and not only is the recording playing at half the speed but is also slower and divided exactly down one octave if the speed is cut in half. This is how the Melanie key song became my first invention that I told about on early opening blogs, when I had originally messed around with creating weird voices, then making recorded sounds go extremely fast, and later on still, along came my “Quicker-Talker” invention, and I told about an electrical engineer by the name of Mister Kelchner, who assisted me in the original designs and basic creation of the device, and he taught me how in no time at all, the sound is lost because the recoding device is not built for extreme low or high frequencies, which is why when normal stereo equipment is purchased, amps, speakers, tape decks, anything at all along this line of audio hi-fi, expensive stuff always has the better or WIDER RANGE meaning a better reproduction of the very high end sounds as well as low end sounds, but all of it is built for audio recording. In dolphin research and many other research stuff where extreme out of normal sonic ranges need to be accurately recorded, an entire different set of electronic stuff need to be employed into the recording devices and systems. This was all the foundation and beginnings of the pre-KFP invention. Then after the Chief Recording engineer at the RPL Studio, Mister Howard Solomon, made my 4 DELMO TUNES a lot better with a lot of electronic magic tricks, I eventually got him to teach me all kinds of stuff, along with the repair man at the RPL place, Mister Jack Wallace, both graduates of that great old Philadelphia, Pennsylvania school, known as Philadelphia Wireless. But the real powerhouse shit lies within the actual electronic realities behind just why things pitch up when going faster and pitch down when going slower, and all of it when fully understood and in light of the junk that I was messing with after being fortunate enough to find so much electronic stuff out in a wooded area that had been discarded; I was able to eventually see that more than just meets the eye, at least in my time period, was going on behind the scene and the OZ-CURTAINS of the magical world of the ELECTRON.













Eventually, I was able to tweak a system that recorded and played into each other from either end, and with a very nice expensive equalizer in-between them allowing me to make endless higher and lower boosts or attenuation's on numerous frequencies, and again, with the additional doodads that I had in-between the entire system, I was eventually able to have unlimited sonic interaction back and forth between these two recording machines, and no part of any sounds were lost, muffled, or altered. I had to use an oscilloscope to conduct a lot of various monitoring however, as even my specially built audio monitors had a limited sonic range that just about matched the audio amp without the additional resistor to compactor ratio and flux alterations in conjunction with a wild ratio alteration with input and output voltages that also allowed additional sonic enhancements where I was able to have an unfathomable amount of dynamic range without distortion or saturation of any kind on analogue recoding technology. Without getting hyper-technical, when all was said and done, I was able to adjust the full 5 hertz to 80,000 hertz range of the amp without any connected alterations, into a digitized readout and even hear a lot of the sound or the inner-octaves of it, since the human ear at best when young and audibly healthy, barely can hear from 20 hertz to 20,000 hertz. In any event this was only the beginning. One of the taping machines was reconnected in the motor drive to an incredibly powerful electric motor that would make the thing run up to 4,000 times faster than the speed it was originally designed to be at. The other machine was fixed for the opposite, connected into numerous step-down transformers and timing devices that made a large area of the system look like a clock store, until it was later covered in very attractive 'papermashay', and no, I don't know how the word is properly spelled, nor can I get any good assistance from the Spellchecker assholes. Anyway, this other machine was able to move at a maximum invisible crawl rate of about one-three-millionths of normal factory setting. If maxed out, this would approach a total change in signal going from the play machine to the record machine, in the neighborhood of just under twelve inches per nanosecond. The speed of light is 11.8 inches, so at the crossover point, the signal is actually traveling into the 5th dimensional hyperspace, causing many wild interdimensional effects to occur when certain secret audio things are done with the two machines. Basically, at the maximum setting, the tone square wave of sound, which of course is not sound when outside of the normal sonic 20Hz-20Khz range, but this tone now transfers the electronic reality into what I would call back in 1980, TRUE REALITY. At certain ranges just beneath light speed crossover or what I called LSC back then, the new recorded transferred reality alters or TRANSFERS into virtually limitless altered or 'parallel' realities. In other words, at certain ranges, this would actually pick up the dream-world, at least sonically. Wild and utterly fantastic as this may 'sound' to anyone, this was all real and happening. Then on top of this, I took already created taped 'fake phone conversations' and dubbed them across this reality line, and boom, reality around me suddenly changed. This was not however as controllable as I had initially thought that it could be. I learned just how deadly dangerous a lot of this really was, after numerous unexplainable shit began to happen around me. Things began around the very same time that Trump began his career in real estate and had his father, Fred loan him a lot of money. Trump claims this was a million dollar loan, but media sources from those times said that he was lying and it was closer to $47,000,000.00. Still, once I had created the full personality and complicated structure of this 'being' on this wild KFP machine, things began to happen around me that precisely fucking matched the monster whom I had electronically created. He would boast and call me “hot shot” sarcastically, telling me that he owned Atlantic City and New York City, and this was back in 1979 and 1980 on original tapes that later in 1981 went through my KFP system. He would tell me that he owned boats and planes and buildings and all sorts of shit, that he was a god and that nothing could stop him. I literally created this monster, and must share the responsibility of the Frankenstein that I have set upon this world. It's doubtful that even quantum researchers would believe this story or even try to make the leap and connect the countless doubts that would totally prove my story to be 100 percent correct. The problem is that things don't happen first on this physical plane of life, but rather, astrally on the spirit plane or ASTRAL-PLANE. The truth is that Shorty who is tall by the way, as I created him that way, wanted to come here as a magical human, and he has done so, using my electronic metaphysics to get here, and circumvent the lawtronics that would have otherwise turned Trump into a fictional character inside of someone's fantasy, some fiction writer. For example, in the parallel world where I own the great Starburn Outreach Development, Incorporated land management and real estate investment company, and am happy with a wonderful family; Trump there does not physically exist, and only is part of some fictional writer's imagination. This is why in that one particular parallel reality, I am able to be so happy, as this horrible cosmic stalker is not there to wipe out every single damn facet of my entire life, ever since I left Cooley H. H. Hall, and created this monster on that damn original tape recording machine from that damn Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, later to be data-transferred onto my ultimate unfathomably dangerous Keyboards From Petahell machine in late 1980, and then causing all of my woes to grow and grow and grow. As I typed all of this out folks, the MILITUFORCE MIND CONTROLLERS who hated this information being typed for posting to a public audience, have magically mind control influenced the maintenance men or someone close to me right here and now, to do very NOISY DRILLING AND MAKE OTHER LOUD SOUNDS, AND NO, not liud sounds as this was another GASME-GAMES PBHE TYPO on a recent prior blog. Then after the drilling and tool noise all terminated, came loud shouting out in my hallway from these weirdo nabes from hell and their ILLEGAL GUESTS! As stated, the FAWCES HATE me telling stuff that is too major, and having anyone listen, even if they only take it one percent seriously. They still get all bent the fuck out of shape, otherwise, why does shit always dependable happen like this around me, EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO ON A DAMN ROLL TO TELL MAJOR DAMN SHIT, YYYYYYYYYYY??????????????











Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”


(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)


BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!




www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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          • anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
    You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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BUT THAT AIN'T THE FUCKING ONE I BOUGHT TODAY, OR WAS THAT YESTERDAY, OR WAS THIS BLOG NEARLY A YEAR AGO, OR IS TIME REAL, OR THE REALLY BIG ONE TO ASK HERE IS; IS TOM REALE??????????













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SO WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY ESS WHITE, AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF THE NEW AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET? At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.



Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.







(MOUNTAINPEN) Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)



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The queen of the Slime-balls Club, Mizz Jane Witchbitch Crapinherpants Notfondauonebit Sleazeweedsdisease; just got me when I turned on my mother fucking cum-puke-her, and so that she does naut get me again with a page eleven of eleven on my file dock page, I now am drawing in me' FACL. Sop give it a mother humping rest, willya' Sir Dennis Elm, NJUSAESMWG Snyder, yo?









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YES PEOPLE, I DO BELIEVE IN A SORT OF DESTINY, BASED ON THE TRUTH OF OUR REAL BEINGNESS IN A CONDITION OF SPACE-TIME-MIND OUT HERE IN 5th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, BLOWN OUT AND AWAY FROM THE TIMELESS PURGATORY! I PLAN TO PROVE MY BELIEFS AS TIME GOES ON, SHOULD I BE ALLOWED TO FUCKING SURVIVE. YES INDEED, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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Things got a whole lot better for Fort Pierce and myself, pertaining to the weird named MAM-STORM that passed by yesterday. The MILITUFORCE is certainly not the only ones who are able to use ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, as I too did this just by posting up my previous chapter that doubled as my MAJOR RETALIATORY BLOG! As soon as I posted it up, the storm that seemed to be targeted directly at me, veered off and the worst that things got yesterday was just some rain and wind, and actually, was no different at all from when I had been outside escaping my HELL-NABE, back on Saturday evening. I am not going to be specific on how Sir Walgreen Semi-pal views the ICPE-APE deal, but I know it is for real, and so I can use it when necessary, every bit as effectively as my enemies can. If they would ever leave me alone someday, I'd gladly return the mother fuckign favor, but I know that this is not reality, unless perhaps, I can escape this EVIL EMPIRE shortly, and that too is not reality with this gods awful monstrous pandemic shituation of the great Microsucks Shitsapookna Club! Some asshole is driving me nuts today with the damn DOORS again!











I am going to complain to the ESS-COMCAST later on this week regarding a new annoying harassment that is happening to me, BOB MCDOWELL SIR, now retired FCC Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission; where an unwanted top of the TV-screen POP-UP keeps coming on from some LATIN CHANNEL that is soliciting for VOTES on some dumb ass show that I think is related to the American version of that stupid ass music shit show, “VOICE”. I keep hitting the exit on my remote control, and it goes off but it then comes back over and over and over. This has happened two weeks in a row now, FCC, and is very annoying. I am an old man who couldn't care fucking less about music and singers!!!!!!!!! So BUG OFF ME, yo!

















Things like this get started, and then more and more annoying advertisers will slowly begin to acquire legal permission to annoy all television watchers on a continual basis, making watching television or at least CABLE TV systems, a total no-no any more, and this is not one bit cunt lapping fair; AMERICAN GOVERNMENT!!!!!!!! I have very little in this rotten life, and watching my programs on television is about all that I have, besides blogging, and going through the hell that my blogs talk about. That is my entire fucking cunt life, yo! And the enemies know these things, as they'd be plain ass stupid retarded fools not to know; and so the M2F attacks me on this front that is available for them to do so. This is not rocket fucking science, just as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior used to explain to me back in the early nineteen-nineties for crying out loud, while I was renting the home owned by Mizz Patricia Meeker, on Route 561, up in the illustrious Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!! This cunt eating DOOR SLAMMER today is very annoying, and it is probably the prick Mexican slob next door, but I don't know for sure. It is the jerk off slob and he has now activated his annoying sound system. Another fuckign party, what else is cunt eating new??????????

















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 3 AUGUST, 2020 BOTBAR ASSAULT WITH MISTER MEXICO SPIK NEXT DOOR TO ME AND HALF POWER AGAINST THE FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY FOR CAUSING ME THIS PROBLEM AND TRYING TO INTENTIONALLY MURDER ME COVERTLY ON ORDERS FROM PRESIDENT TRUMP, 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.





































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Here we go again”, Mister mother fucking Johnny Come Lately New Kid In Town, and whether or not everybody loves you, brah! The 1st of August, Saturday; was brought in BEYOND FUCKING CUNT SUPER ASS BOTBAR ON STEROIDS, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













I will explain the details to a very horrendous monster-ass wild day times ten to the dick licking exponential mathematical number of a million, just as soon as MAGNESONIC counterstrikes for this major ELDER ABUSE DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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, AND FOR THIS BEYOND SUPER ASSAULT DAY OF 1 AUGUST, 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.










































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Saturday was totally quiet and calm from the goddamn time that I got out of bed around ten in the morning, until the minute that S**K Mexicadoor began persecuting me with his gods-awful sub box blaster system, at about 5:40 in the afternoon. He did not stop until a quarter past eleven, AGAINST THE HOUSING AUTHORITY REGS, and yet still, no one will help me, not the crooked and corrupt county officials in Trump's pocket, not the Fort Pierce Housing Authority, not the police; NOT NO ONE, and “NO HOW, NO NOTHING”, if I may quote the great girl from wonderful yesterday's in the MOTOR CITY!









As a result of his attack, and according to the radio weather report that I tuned into from my car over at the local fishing pier, the fucking hurricane with the weird MAM name suddenly intensified; leaving me to fully begin seeing a larger truth concerning ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, that I have been preaching and soap boxing on for fifteen mother humping years now, on these BOM-BLOGS! When I am persecuted intentionally by these MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE-HELL, anything that is bad for me is WORSENED, as well as of course, the great inverse, and that being, whatever may be good for me is wiped out and obliterated! In other words, this does effect the Dow Jones Stock Market, but it in no way is LIMITED TO JUST THE STOCK MARKET! I have always known this simple truth that surrounds me in my endless fucking Earthly HELL, but today, or now yesterday, THIS WAS SHOWN AND PROVEN TO ME BEYOND ANY POSSIBLE DOUBT WHATSOEVER. Half an hour or so after the major assault on me, the hurricane suddenly for no particular reason simply got a lot worse after it had become a lesser weather system. So in a small way, even a SUPER MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL BOTBAR WRECKED DAY AND WEEKEND, can be a HUUUUUUUGE cock sucking favor for me, as what can ever really beat the discovery of any great truth, or more accurately stated here I suppose, THE VERIFICATION OF AN ALREADY POWERHOUSE TRUTH THAT IS WELL KNOWN BY ME, WITHOUT ONE SPECK OF DOUBT! How I can hear right now, the Latengrate Sir David Roth, with his endlessly reiterated saying from decades ago, upon numerous occasions and after we would be struck by WOMO-M2F ENEMIES on some matter of life; “Mark, they're just doing us favors”!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, Mister James Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!! Hey no matter how we cut this all up and spit it back out folks, life for me is one horrendous monstrous endless HELL on EARTH but this one huge deal did come out of this super hellish prick ass day!!!!!!!!!!















PREDICTION ON MONDAY'S DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, AUGUST 3, 2020, WHICH IS BASED ON NEARLY FOUR DECADES OF UNSPEAKABLE SUFFERING THROUGH THIS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, THAT HAS BEEN ILLEGALLY USED AND APPLIED AGAINST ME:







SUPER HUUUUUUUGE UP DAY

JUST AS FRIDAY WAS WAY UP DESPITE EVERY GOOD REASON FOR IT NOT TO BE, AND AFTER YEARS OF LAUGHING AT MY BLOGS; LOGIC INSISTS THAT LIKE IT OR NOT, SOME PEEPS OUT HERE ARE STARTING TO TAKE THIS FUCKING SHIT REAL DAMN SERIOUSLY; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.













Before beginning this blog, I asked my GENIE-WHEEL (#A33) three sets of CNA-SNA Q&A's in my series of recent Quantum-Roulette-Experimentation's; and this wheel is so far into BLACK-MATTER space graphing now, that I am mind blown, despite the fact that it absolutely should be there, after this much endless death siege on me now for an entire cunt lapping year, and ever since this the mind blowing incredible increase in my already nightmarish persecution that began at the start of summer time of last year in 2020 and as most of you know only too well. Here are my results of the NON PATTY HOLLISTER ROULETTE (paper-hypothetical):





5--------WWWWW---($+500)

7------LLWWWWW---($+300)

3----------------LLW---($-100)





TOTAL SPINS------17



TOTAL VIG HITS---2---($-100)



P&L----($+800)($-200) = ($+600.00)

NET PROFIT ON $100.00 GAMING LEVEL



















One other nice thing that happened was Diana's nearly full moon was out to greet me at the fishing wall near the library. She was a bit hazed over but still completely visible and lovely. When I first left the building it was pouring rain and very windy, and the same weather came back as I returned shortly shy of ten, but in-between, the stormy conditions abated quite remarkably, as many tropical systems due as a result of traveling rain bands that circle all around those types of storm systems. A very pretty AA lady asked me if I would take her to a local motel when I was stopped at the light on 7th Street and Avenue A, waiting to turn left and head southbound. We had just spoken when I was in the hallway on another floor that I don't live on, as I take the stairs many times and try to confuse potential enemies as to my activities. The motel was only a few blocks further than where I was going anyway, as I wanted to see if DIANA would play with the streetlight again on the road that has a tall railroad crossover bridge. This time she played with several of them, turning them on and off many times, and I yelled out at her, “Hi Diana”. The girl who I gave the ride to the motel, asked me if I wanted to stay with her in the room; and I told her that if this damn virus wasn't happening, I would take her up on her offer. Enough persecution brings me lots of pussy, as most of my blogaudians know about quite well from years of reading these blogs. When I got back, the music was still on, and it went on for another hour and twenty minutes. I phoned 911, and spoke to an officer. No one wants to help me in this crooked place. I know as sure as I knew in 2009, that I will be forced very shortly, to just get into my car AND RUN AWAY FROM ALL OF THIS, ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no intentions whatsoever of allowing this monster group from fucking cunt hell, to get away with this very obviously planned total blood thirsty premeditated first degree murder of one MARK MOUNTAINPEN MOHR! But this will bring me to a wild new point about not only being forced to run away and escape a non alterable problem, but how this same fucking shit happens on a very regular and quite precise schedule and pattern, and this pattern is one and the same in length of time, as our solar cycle of eleven years.









2020, the problem that is now around me and killing me every bit as much as when I was kidnapped by the KING FAMILY back up in NO JERSEY, is indeed 11 YEARS AFTER I ran away before in 2009. But that is only the very foot wet beginning of it all. Let us not just trace back some wild shitsapookna and some wild SHIT, MISTER FUCKING MIKE SUCKS; but rather let me begin and then lead it up to the entire 66 years as I will be 66 years old in another four months, causing me to now have gone through SIX OF THESE SUN CYCLES. In 1954, I escaped the PURGATORY to come here as MOUNTAINPEN the future blogger. Now we add 11 YEARS to 1954, and we come to the year of 1965. This is the year I met SARAH on TENNESSEE AVENUE in Atlantic City, and yes, TRIED DESPARATELY TO ESCAPE HER and never could. So now let us add another 11 YEARS to 1965. We arrive at 1976. This is when that other horrible monster nut job nabe from hell, Mizz Roberta Lustig made me beyond crazy while living at that slumlord-heeb owned dive above the Laurel Road professional and doctor offices, owned by Mister crooked Greenberg, and where Sir Mike Gutherman was the Resident-Manager there. I moved out of there into the great wildly name changing apartment system in Clementon called the Carriage Lamp back then, while living with my father who had recently returned from an oil rig where he was one of the cooks, out in the Gulf Waters somewhere off of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA. So let us now add another 11 YEARS to 1976 so that we arrive at the year of 1987. This is the year that I ran away from that monster horrific landlord in Cherry Hill at the transdimensional dreams house on Marlton Pike, Mister Jag-off Richard BARF Karpf. Now we move to the next solar cycle of eleven more years, and taking this into the year of 1998. This is when I managed to finally sell that nightmare fucking SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE, and escape those monster nabes from HELL, the SNOT-C Stozny's and Mike Stozny, who made every day there a living hell, when I never did one thing to him to make him do this to me. Now we add 11 YEARS more and we reach the year of 2009, where I ran away from DAWN-MARIE KING and her CLAN FROM DOGTOWN CUBED! Now 11 YEARS later still in 2020, here I am in my current HELLishness AND QUINTESSENTIAL NIGHTMARE. This HALLS FAWCE won't stop doing this to me every mother fucking 11 YEARS, and even cops and DA's would have to be blind not to see the obvious and totally unmistakable cunt lapping pattern to this!!!!!









When I told the county dispatchers that it does me no good to call, the officer said to me, “Then why do you call”? Hey world; quit blaming Donald fucking shithead Trump, for this mind blowing 1969 Marcucci insanity; as it goes way damn deeper than this surface level illusion here. This insanity does not originate or emanate or whatever, from the human realm, and those same Democrats who scoff at peeps like me who make those claims, go to church and say that they love Christ. Jesus said that “We are not wrestling against flesh and blood, but rather, against powers from the spirit realm that are totally invisible to our human sensory systems”. I put that Bible scripture from one of the great GOSPELS into a slightly altered and more easily readable paraphrase, but anyone out here who doubts that this is exactly what our LORD JESUS CHRIST both said, and MEANT, can go to their church or e-mail their pastor, or whatever; while we all await a Coronavirus Vaccine, the gods willing; and I promise you that your minister will totally confirm what I am saying here, yo BRRRR!









Yes world, Mister WGSP has me totally convinced that my daughter and her family have done these last two things to me, in the solar cycle of 2009 and now in 2020. He has given me a lot to think about and also, extremely great reasons for his believing this, and yet still, I know that behind all of this, lays Jim Burr's great demonic kingdom!





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''MEOW-MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''. Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!







The real powerful shit is when I tell you what some of my more pertinent shit is inside of my MATCH-LIST book for items that correspond to PCN-761, good peeps out here. Try this on for freaking size, BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!










THROAT SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, ECLIPSE, NOTHING, SHARKEY, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY
















BUT WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY ESS WHITE, AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF THE NEW AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET? At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.



Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.



(MOUNTAINPEN) Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)



Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:




If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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And then of course, since no one ever wishes to go up on the GOOGLE PLAY and download my mother fucking APP, you'll never know what this is all about, in so far as how these numbers translate into these items such as IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY , and so many other items as well. Hey, I can't twist any of your arms, so stay stupid, & God love all of you!!!









AS I BLOG LIVE AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL AND KIND SIR, FROM 1972; JERK OFFS ARE MESSING WITH MY MACHINE, AND VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards. I PROMISE, and will be telling you. AND NOW YOU CAN DOWNLOAD MY APP!







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MORIANITY-FOUNDATION PROJECT OF 1995,

BEGUN ON THE WIDE WORLD WEB IN 2006:









GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 6









AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, DO IT NOW IN THE GREAT YEAR OF VISION, AKA 2020!!!!!! So just how far ahead of his time, was this ULTIMATE FIGHTER SMITHTOWN, NEW YORK, USA DUDE, SIR DAVID, OF THE GREAT HARVEST OUTREACH OF FORT PIERCE???









RIVER SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS, CHAPTER 7













Goddess Fascitar and the Mayans?

WHAT A WILD STORY THIS IS AS WELL!!!!!





CIFALOGLIO





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I think they called Her ASHTAR!







So why should my father have never exited that Jitney bus that day in the early nineteen-sixties in South Atlantic City, just a couple blocks away from the mighty home of Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler, you may wonder, or maybe you don't give two fucking shits at all, to quote me' ol' buddy from HTHS, Sir Dave Speas, who had to wait decades to read the blogs to see just “What happened to me at the shore” because customers suddenly came to the gasoline station where he was working before I could tell him that day about so many wild things, right down to maybe why I have been stuck in this looping nightmare for more than eight mother fucking millennia of time now!

























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THERE IS NO WAY OUT OF DOGTOWN, OR WHAT MORTALS CALL 'HELL'. IT IS FIXED, IN BOTH STONE, AS WELL AS FIRE!!!!!!!!!





HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE





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But hey there, Sir Billy Mumy; would you not agree with me that still, it looks pretty on the 'PIP' PAGE, so I'ma gonna' frikkin' ass post it up!







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HEY MCNULTY YO, “WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA”!!!









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



SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, SIR!!!!!

MY BEST TO ROCKY, AND SARAH NUROCKEY, SIR THAYER!!!!!!!!!!













I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.





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LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.













ALL STROBELIGHTS OF MINE.

WE'RE GONNA' LETTEM' SHINE.

JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME,

THEY'RE GONNA' REALLY SHINE.

I MAY NOT BE DOING FINE

MY BOX'LL BE MADE OF PINE,

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.









I GOT A THING TO SAY,

THERE'S GONNA' BE SOME HELL TA' PAY.

I GOT A THING TO SAY,

THIS COULD REALLY WRECK YOUR DAY.

I MAY BE WITHOUT A DIME,

AND MY LIFE MAY BE FULL OF SLIME.

LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE, LET IT SHINE.











GLORY-BBBBBB-FOLKS.




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THE WEATHER CHANNEL WEATHER REPORT:



5:18 PM, FRIDAY, 31 JULY, 2020









TEMPERATURE---90

PRESENT SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HEAT INDEX---103

UP TO OR DOWN FROM---D-92

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---29.99

WINDS---E @ 15 MPH, NO GUSTS

VISIBILITY---10 MILES

DEWPOINT---77

HUMIDITY---66%

SUNRISE/SUNSET---

PREDICITON---***WEATHER ALERT FOR ENTIRE STATE OF FLORIDA***

***TROPICAL STORM WARNING***

***HURRICANE WATCH***







TOMORROW, UPGRADED FROM TROPICAL STORM CONDITIONS LATER AFTER THIS REPORT, TO HURRICANE WATCH FOR EAST COAST. MOSTLY CLOUDY SATURDAY, HIGH OF 87. T-STMS LIKELY, WINDS NE @ 20-30 MPH, AND 80 % RAIN CHANCE. SATURDAY NIGHT 80% RAIN CHANCE. LOW OF 78. NNE WINDS BLOWING 35-50, AND INCREASING TO SUSTAINED WINDS OF 40-60, WITH GUSTING HURRICANE STRENGTH WINDS AS SUNDAY ARRIVES. 90% CHANCE OF HEAVY RAIN UP TO SIX INCHES AT THE TREASURE COAST. HURRICANE ISAIAS CHURNING IN THE ATLANTIC, AND MOVING NW @ 15 MPH. BARAMETRIC PRESSURE AT STORM IS 29.73 AND SLIGHTLY FALLING. THIS CONVERTS TO APPROXIMATELY 991 mb. WINDS AT STORM BLOWING AT 75 MPH.













Yessir, I call this weird named storm, the MAM STORM, and as soon as I saw it on the names chart, I knew it would cause me some damn trouble, and I told you all this on a blog a week ago. Anyone of you can archive it to prove I am not making up stories here. 'MAM' stands for matter-antimatter, at least with me and my Morianity. The name of the storm is why I give it the 'AKA' name, as anyone can plainly see. Remember, I said all I damn need is my problems with this virus and my nabes from hell, and then a hurricane on top of it all. I'll be goddamn go to hell and with John Marion Wayne if I didn't see this one coming, or actually, remember it in a sort of flashy knowing from the last time around in my 200 cycles of repeating hell of quintessential proportions!









The mathematical wizards and statisticians tell us that when October ends, one tenth of one percent of the American population, will HAVE DIED FROM THE CORONAVIRUS! Ain't life truly grand and swift, me' ol' Latengrate pal, Sir David Charles Roth?????????????









Courtesy of the great CNN, and Johns Hopkins University; the global and national present time stats on this virus from fucking hell, stands as follows, as per half past five this evening, on 31 July, 2020:



GLOBAL CASES-----17,421,013

GLOBAL DEATHS---675,545

USA CASES----------4,542,433

USA DEATHS--------152,940









This is beyond a total epitomized disgrace. History will be very unforgiving about this entire matter that comes straight out of the gates of goddamn DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Yesterday, my ESS-COMCAST service was struck again by the MILITUFORCE. It happened in the middle afternoon some time and I didn't burn the exact minute into my memory. I had to unplug and reboot, and it happened for absolutely no reason, other than it was a falling stock market day, and they needed to use the ICPE-APE-TECH TOOL to bring it up, and they did; and today they were happy again, so WHOOPEE YO!!!!!!!!! But I played my Quantum Roulette and asked my GENIE-WHEEL (#A33) four sets of Q&A's. Here are the results from yesterday's $750.00 profit after vig and losses, and harassment:



1--------(7)----WLLLWWW----($+100)

2------------(5)----LWWLW----($+100)

3--------(7)----WLLWWWW----($+300)

4-----(9)----LWLWWLWWW----($+300)



TOTAL SPINS



29



TOTAL VIG OUTCOMES



1-----($-50)



P&L



($+800) ($-50) ($750.00 PROFIT)









The BOUNCE NETWORK only had the “L&O” TV-SHOW off yesterday and it was back on today, Friday, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTT, and a great big HUUUUUUUUUGE BIG ASS BUTT but here people; the mother fucking SUNDANCE NETWORK is slowly phasing the show off. Real fans need to complain when stations keep doing this. They always keep all of those other dumb dorky second rate shows on, that were all part of the circa of the L&O show, and they keep canceling out the GREATEST MOTHER FUCKING TELEVISION LAW SHOW OF ALL TIMES EVEN SURPASSING THE MIGHTY SIR PERRY MASON, and if peeps and fans don't bitch and moan and complain and rant, then this shit will keep happening. They never remove the other shows, CM, BB, and tons of those other stupid shows, but they always keep taking the fucking 'L&O' show off. Obviously it is to piss me off more than anything else!!! Please don't leave me any fucking 'prishy' comments of me being paranoid, with giant delusions of grandeur. THANK-UUUUUUUU!!! I think it is more than safe to fucking come right out here now, and say out loudspeaker LOUD and clear, that we all know that this shit is absolutely mother humping accurate, correct, real, and true-blue Amy Madonna LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So boo-hoo, and any other coded rhyming poems that I may ever wish to add onto any of my “JOURNALS”, all you beyond lovely PP's out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Just how stupid does my goddamn daughter, her friends, and the entire family think that I am, for crying out fucking ass louder than loudspeakers????? This will lead us right into tonight's topic of Leticia Tilley, Donald Trump, why our 45th president is Mister D. J. Trump, and the MAM both storms and explosions, and worrywart days of ativan-anxiety, on whirlybirds roof tops, along with dogs, songs, and KINGS!!!!













I told about the space launch, twice now; with the 'TIME-ECHO', and twinning effect of the visual launch; even if I was the only one able to perceive this weird ass split in time, or the STM continuum if you will!!!!!!!!! But in all truth and total honesty and complete candor here folks, just how does the great Incollingo's Grocery Store of Egg Harbor City on the Jewelly WHITE Horse Pike, Letty, the cupcakes, the driver's ID, my near murder after visiting Mister Mortino's lovely condo in the great Astral Capitol city, SDK; and my daughter, all fit together in this “magical thinking” process, as I know I'll be accused of, so why not get it out of the way for the assholes and just come right out and 'pull the pin on the Furhman Grenade', to quote ADA (fictional of course), Jack McCoy, on the “L&O” Television Show. These things are mere foundation laying openings, as no one blog can be a tell-all story to things that are literally so huge, that to quote Sir Paul Pedersen, it literally would “Dwarf all of man's religion”? He used to say to me, “Mark, your problems go beyond religion”! And the man was telling it straight up correct and Amy-Madonna TRUE-BLUE Loo, so BOO, and yes, I cannot nor will I bail you out of jail, back in 2010, yo yo yo yo yo yo, nor will I hire any bus drivers of the Earthly chaptered clairvoyant canonized or other canonized wide turning bench sitting park dwellers of the great one and only NYC!!!!!!!













Remember this, oh all of you great and illustrious Blogaudians out here. This is free wisdom and truth that is worth trillions of dollars, or maybe it is just beyond being completely fucking priceless. ***** Any and every point outside of zero dimension, (becoming equal to zero dimension) will now equal any and every point OF '0-D'*****. This is why any and every black hole leads to the very same exact locale, and so thinking materially and physically here about it; any physical locale can be connected up together in that way. The great physicists of modern days and times realize this truth on a level that limits it to the labs they work in, and they refuse to apply this truth ever, to the real life that we all must live in while human. But without getting into the specifics and doing major dot connecting dog shit today with all of these things, let us examine another wild political item that is right in front of our faces, and maybe the fucking DEMOCRATS are fully cognizant of what I am about to say and tell here, and maybe they are not, but if they are, they are being smart to keep their goddamn mouths shut, and I call that reasoning, the WISE REALTOR REASONING, and I'll explain what I mean by that right now. Several decades ago when my mom and I were selling out home in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG, in the early part of the year of 1980, that led me to moving into the great and illustrious 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, after the sale was complete; we observed how some realtors who were showing our home to perspective buyers, kept their mouths totally shut, not offering one thing. They just let the peeps walk around, and normally it was a hubby-wife team, and they would speak to each other or upon rare occasion they would ask the realtor a question, and he or she would be sure to answer their queries in very short and specific terms, never offering up any information other than what was absolutely necessary, minute by minute, and my mom and I back then, didn't know what to make of that seemingly weird sales technique. We would talk about this for years to come, and then one day, my mom sat down and said to me, how this was really a very smart move, and you now will see what is being said as I move this conversation with you all a bit further onward now, into a political issue of current times. I am speaking of the guy running against our incumbent president, Sir Biden. Am I the only one who has noticed that never before in the history of modern political presidential campaigns do we hear anything specific about the man, MISTER BIDEN? I mean some of us know some very basic things, we know he was a vice president, we know he is a gentleman and totally opposite of Mister Trump, and a few tid bit little morsels and scraps of diddly poop information, and I am sitting in here wondering and head scratching half of my balding hair off of my head, just why is nothing ever being said, about the man, his character, his past, his record, and you know that I can go on and on, as this is unlike any other thing I have ever seen in my nearly fucking cunt seventy years of living here in present persona. Now if this is being done intentionally, so that TRUMP and his evil BRIGGBASE EARTHLY CHAPTERED powerhouse fawces, cannot have as much or any ammunition to shoot at Mister Biden, maybe I shouldn't have spoken out here and blown the great cover plan, but the truth is here people, I simply don't know what the fuck is happening around here any more, so I ask you, do you?????????????????











When I was out six nights ago, last Saturday night, I was at the fishing wall near the great Melody Lane Library of Saint Lucie County's Main Branch, and I was struck by that military airplane that has stalked me for many decades now. I told you about this but now I will add something further for you. It was two passes over me. The first was going northbound around ten past nine, and then the second strike was ten minutes later, at approximately twenty past nine; and this time, it was coming at me head on from the north, and it was heading southbound. I have very good logical reasons for desiring to tell the accurate and full story of all of these type of horrendous harassment's and persecution's on me, that started in the year of 1986. I know what I am doing, so believe that; and none of this is being done haphazardly or scatterbrained, so that the lovely harbor resident of the Jersey Shore areas or just west a wee little bit, Mizz Terry Egghead, can't say that to me. These reports are being given accurately, but I do not always have time to go into full details at the exact time when they happen to me, as my life, if you have not yet gathered after reading all these blogs; is beyond a thousand quintessential mother humping nightmares on steroids, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!





















Well, if my family from hell wants to kill me, fine, but they'll be sorry when my WGSP brings this entire matter into a court action in 2021. But it was also this man who said to me, “I don't believe in supernatural forces or dark powers laying behind some magical curtain that is doing this to you by influencing all these people, nor do I entertain any possible part of your Exploratronic Supermind Society deal. But be glad I don't, because you and I cannot bring action to some spirit realm, in an Earthly court of law”. He has shown me many things as to why Patty Hollister may have wanted me to disappear after she was done with me! It makes just as much sense as all the hocus pocus, and he even has a fantastic theory as to why she wanted me to think that she was some original version of Mizz Silver Witch Ravenwolf from two decades later. The great TV-SHOW that I helped to bring into existence, on the great CBS NETWORK, in 2008; goes into a lot of detail and trouble to expose the phoniness to psychics and witches. The problem is that some of these folks, do have ASTRAL-CONNECTIONS, and may not even fully realize it. Many of them, as that great show depicted, are just in it to con peeps out of lots of fucking money!!!!!!! When I started up these blogs, as any smart reader has figured out by now; I had not yet pieced together the truths of what we may now call in great hindsight wisdom and viewing, the HOLLISTER deal. Whether my goddamn rotten daughter had done so by that time, only she and very close peeps to her, would know for sure. Still folks, the connections into so many things here are like all of those proverbial roads that lead somewhere. My blogs changed once I had started doing them a while, right? Then they seemed to change again once I started to unlock the Hollister deal. Next week, enemy fawces will be sorry for this unrelenting assault, because I am going to call another sexual abuse attorney, and unlike the ones from earlier this year whom I had seen on a TV ad-spot; I am going to show that great MOLLY-NEW EXCEPTION to the otherwise legally forbidden introduction of prior bad acts, and show the established fucking pattern of ALL OF MY SEXUAL ABUSES, and a whole lot more. This is now a battle for my BLOOD, and I am not speaking about mother fucking viruses here, YO BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Ruin my life AGAIN on top of what you've all put me through already? Well fuckers; now somebody has asked for it; solar fucking cycles or naut, Mizz AT&T BLAKE of 1983, sweetie pie!!!!!!!! Now there's gonna' mother fucking be real HELL TO PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













THE END”, AND STINKING TO THE BEEGEE!

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