Just
what exactly is happening here is anyone's guest, it can and most
likely includes more than just three dimensions also, but when we say
things like that, we instantly become certifiable and lose all
credibility in society and become nearly instantly ostracized. I know
stuff that would wipe out the minds of anyone of U out there, even
Einstein, IPY folks, I could totally destroy the mans mind if he were
here with me because he would B smart enough 2 grasp my powerhouse
outlandish stuff, unlike all of U great viewers out there. UC, we
cannot makeup anything, and even our many-times-faulty human memories
R part of subatomic-magic 4 putting it in the only words that you'll
even partly grasp and get on some level of relatable truth. When U
know what I know and then stuff around U goes crazier than all lights
out cubed, well; this is when it goes beyond nightmare-tricky, and
right now, I am in the middle of shit that no TV-SYFY writer would B
able 2 write anything close 2 matching my junk. I say this in no way
at all 2 brag, Mister Verizon and Mizz gorgeous-gal. BUTTTTTTTTT and
yes Mike Soft, Starburn BUTTERCHEESE as well, truth is simply truth,
it by its own verbal definition, CANNOT B BRAGGED ABOUT. Only
merely only TOLD!!!!!
The great 60's “Twilight Zone” TV-show had an episode with a dude
who create real come-alive characters just by speaking them into
existence on his tape recorder, Mizz Victoria West. This is not SYFY
junk, and it goes far beyond that simple piece of a much larger
reality going on around us all, as we endlessly C shit in endless 3-D
just as we're all designed 2 do, only reality is not in 3-D, it is in
5-D, and THAT, IPY all, and soon, I will let out stuff that I'll B
murdered 4 daring 2 say & 2 tell, I know this, but if I am gonna'
B croaked anyway, then what's the damn difference, YO
peeps????????????
Genesis
of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
Chapter
6
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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, BEGINNING
ON APRIL 11 OF 2023 WITH A 19-DAY
BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE,
AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH
AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS THAT CAUSE MY BODY
PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS,AND ON THIS 30th
DAY IN APRIL OF 2023 WITH YET ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 5 AND
SUPER HIGH OTAMMIC TIMES 5 DAY, WITH
MORE ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND
UTILITY DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME WITH COMCAST AND INTERNET AND ROKE-TV
AND LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE INTERRUPTIONS AND DEAD-SERVICE,
AND IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN
AUGUST 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, G-9173,
under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
GENESIS
OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT REKINDLED IN 2023 BY THE MACY CLUB
Things
have never been quite as bad as the day that this began in April of
2023 and the absolute worst day in my entire life. Once May is out, I
will go back 2 my original plan 2 turn this into a private-journal
only system,using the blogger dot com
as merely a time capsulethat will take
the story of my beyond damn ass hellish life hopefully into a future
century, where it does indeed need 2B carried off into, as here,
things R absolutely hopeless and useless. I know that as
surely as I know that if I wish 2 keep blogging right now, I need 2
keep fucking breathing. It's just that simple, REDJOHN HENNINGSEN, OH
SIR! If I take the most recent (9-DAY
PERIOD), my MPB is now at 89
percent, and only the futhermucking
damn gods know where these numbers will quit, and peek out
into, YO BRAH!
I
woke up 2 a giant storm, A-G-A-I-N, and although power service was
naught one wee bit interrupted, lovely Mizz 1983 Mizz Blake, my
entire COMCAST SYSTEM again WENT DOWN, and without showing any
problem with any of the blue-LED indicator lights on its goddamn ass
modem-box, YO BRO! Again, my ROKU continued 2 kick me off all my
television fucking channels, and internet was off and gone, although
all of the systems on the screen showed up on test screens as ON AND
GREEN AND GOOD. Talk about Mizz Jenny Hewitt, GW (Ghost
Whisperer-TV-shows), and along these goddamn ass lines peeps; no one
can help me, and COMCAST is just as stymied and mystified as all the
rest of us R, or so they keep telling me aniwho, YO ME'
BREEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Still this is now yet
ANOTHER BOTBAR AND NOW TIMES FIVE (SUPER BOTBAR X5)!!!!!!!!!! And
now, 8 out of the last 9 days have all gone both SUPER BOTBAR AS WELL
AS SUPER HIGH CCOT (Death Spaceforce Assault on me or MACY CLUB, or
Congressman R.A. SIR, “whatever”, or 2 say it more
appropriately now an d not back in the summer of 1975 at good old
Albert Pileggi's parent's WESTMONT,
NJUSAESMWG home in the basement that night, “WHOEVER”?
Not one thing worked, and to quote my mom,
from an October fucking early evening, out in Exton, Pennsylvania, at
the great Church Farm School, to the illustrious Headmaster there,
Doctor Shriner; “HERE
WE GO AGAIN”, as this PART-2
death electronics assault by MACY-SPACEFORCE,
beginning a week ago yesterday now on Saturday the 22nd
day of this horrendous and beyond fucking monstrous April month, of
this demon-devil year '23, that's living up 2 its goddamn ass '23'
digital-year SATANIC hellishness in full blown steroidal spades,
reared its beyond fucking surreal head against me, and never even
tried looking goddessdog back 4 even a wee slight New York
micro-second, YO BRAH!!!!! I had a nice discussion with a great
COMCAST AGENT, and all that's happening 2 me is being faithfully and
absolutely accurately recorded in my account with them on their
never-deleted records, 'that's a quote', Sir L&O-DA, Honorable
Adam Schiff, and with or without a major house cleaning of many
“dirty-cops” in the great NYC, fictionally of course. My Uncle
Heinz always spoke very highly of the Manhattan PD back in the
nineteen-sixties in real life. WOW, what is REAL/E about my non
'Dogtown' 'lawn mowed' life of 'ALL DAMN
'TWINALITIES'”?????????????????????????? My runt taping mother
ducking health is naught going 2 take much more of this post 4-11-23
ELECTRONICS DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, AG-FL, AG-USA, FBI, ACLU, WC-HAGUE,
SIR POPE, SIR PRESIDENT JRB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It just won't, and so I
feel totally okay with making this blog now an internet legal
document, transfering and doubling it now into my dying declaration
and utterance, with all the story of the BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
telling and accusing my murderers based on the exact story that
entire thing all is telling 2 this miserable rotten world. I hereby
swear that my story is comple and accutrate and all absolutely true
and factual, that is 2 the very best of my ability 2 recall all of
these truths. I swear this under a voluntarily taken self-sworn-oath
now under my USA citizenship and under my Singularity (God Almighty)
SSJKK as I have the great privilege of knowing personally on the
energy plane of existence (Astral Plane), Purgatory, Plancktime,
spirit realm/world, etcetera etcetera etcetera.
I
promise the world one major thing. Magnesonic will retaliate and it
WILL HAVE ITS GODDAMN REVENGE ON WHOMEVER IS WIPING ME OUT AND
OBLITERATING ME AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED. IPYT,
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have every legal right 2 defend
myself against this quintessential tyranny and everybody, whether
they'll admit this 2 me or naught, lovely Mizz Blake mahm', KNOWS
THAT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND FACTUAL, no one has the right 2
endlessly make my life a living monstrously unfathomably nightmarish
burning breathing DOGTOWN, or known by mortals here of this
EARTH-PLANET; (H---E---L---L)!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday
I drove back 2 the PSL-FL-USA WALMART STORE and 2 the “TECHY STORE”
inside of it, and the reason was because this electronic siege caused
the electrical power LED-light on the on-off button 2 stop working 4
absolutely no reason whatsoever. Also when I turned the system on,
twenty minutes of all sorts of wild and weird saving files began
sorting and correcting 4 some attempt 2 wipe out my entire stuff. I
hjad it backed up onto a flash drive so what is in here as of
yesterday is all on a locked away drive system and I'll B putting it
into my TD-BANK safety-box this coming bizz-week, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Things
will happen to my enemies over the coming months that would B most
likely 2 hot 2 tell on a blog, even under the sensitivity warning
screens. U just watch, stuff will go down now through the end of the
year that these pricks will B more than just sorry 4, and IPYT in
steroidal fucking spades! If May does not alter what is happening 2
me, I will have 2C if switching over 2 Verizon or some other service
that lets me have my internet, some TV, and a phone, and leave the
big-C once and 4 all, but I'm still giving them every chance 2
fucking ass rectify this nightmare. Friday would have gone NON-BOT
other than 4 the fact that my landlord treated me like dirt, coming
over and reading me a mini-riot act 4 bothering him and telling me
that he has nothing 2 do with COMCAST. I knew that, I was only asking
him if he had any ideas. WOW, what a new world we live in. Any time
peeps want something from me, anything goes and all things are
perfectly okay. But let me have problems and merely call up a person
2 ask a few questions, and I am the
crooked evil rotten bad guy annoying prick, that needs 2B taken
either 2 the woodshed or worse still, 2 the wall 4 the firing squad
practice-marksmen 2 shoot at. Friday was okay other
than 4 this dude ruining it 4 me, so as I said, I'm mother fucking
8:9 now 4 horrendous monster rotten ass days. I DON'T C THIS
STOPPING, SO THIS IS MY FINAL FUCKING DYING DECK AND UTTS, YO ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YES SIR MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER
HELLWRECKER, YO, TELL MIZZ 1985 MARGIE LEO FROM 113-CALDOR STORE 2
CUT ME A DAMN ASS BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE AS WELL, WILLYA, YO????
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
024
Hey
YO, at least it ain't A-24 or
Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday
evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22
P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
024
Hey
YO, at least it ain't A-24 or
Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday
evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22
P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
024
Hey
YO, at least it ain't A-24 or
Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday
evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22
P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
024
Hey
YO, at least it ain't A-24 or
Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday
evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22
P. M.
We
all know well that I have now told many family secrets, even though I
KNOW I'VE NOT SAID ANYTHING YET, NEXT 2 WHAT I COULD SAY
IF PRESSED 2 THE GODDESSDOG FUTHERMUCKING DAMN-ASS WALL YO,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and all luscious BUTTERCHEESES, BUTTS, and yes but,
what I have said and implied as well, has most likely caused a lot of
this retaliation by them and all of these hellish woes, and I've told
the agents at the big C and will go right on telling them more and
more and more, if this goddamn bull shit ain't soon stopped!!!!!!!!!
Any fool knows that the MACY
CLUB
IS MURDERING ME, and also, Dawn-Marie
King
said it all at Judge Frank Rasso's Hammonton-Berryville home on
Middle Road #65 back in late OH-M-8 or early in OH-M-9, her famous
words pertaining 2 powerful peeps being able 2 “GET
AWAY WITH MURDER”
than later on by about 7 years give or take B4 becoming our 45th
USA-President, he 2 copied her words after his peeps read 2 him from
my blog, that very same thing with his getting away with shooting
someone on 5th
Avenue in NYC if he wanted 2. We all know that my words are 100
mother fucking percent ACCURATE AND ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND HONEST HERE.
It is only the fools or those with a lot 2 goddamn lose who keep
insisting on denying the spoken accusations and truths of the
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
shit happening 2 me is absolutely 100% predictable once U know the
full truths and junk going on behind those invisible 'OZ-CURTAINS',
of course. The GODDESSDOG SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES R keeping me 2 busy
with this mind boggling demonic fucking death assault siege on me
since the 2nd
half of this nightmare month, 2 even think about contacting the
Broadcast Music Incorporated music industry union concerning the
checking out 2C if I've been ripped off from receiving any of my
“FAIR-SHARE-ROYALTIES” on song number 10 on that track, “SARAH”,
plus I get one third on one other song there, split between myself,
Sir William Harner the Human-Peculator, and the President of STUDIO
PARK RECORDS, my bizz-part when we formed the company in 1998 in the
Camden, NJUSAESMWG CITY HALL, and all totally verifiable; Sir Paul
Evans Pedersen, YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!
MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00030, BLOG-B
January
20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.
MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00030, BLOG-B
January
20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.
It
was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the
local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the
autumn of 1994, as
well as my absolute
compulsion
2 send those other future 21st
century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that
the book was copyrighted,
on HALLOWEEN
DAY, OCTOBER 31st,
1994, 2005, and 2007.
I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY
HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVEmusical
projectthat
I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896,
but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B
concerned with right now.
IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU
THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
smart as some of these T-3-E's and world owners without the big
lovely muscles of me' kids gal-pal and other beyond unmentionables
out there, R so clueless. They may B in fact parsecs cubed ahead of
the Mountainpen due 2 his endless monstrous intentionally sub-poverty
kept conditions as well as death persecutions on steroids day and
night 4 close 2-4 decades now, but slice and dice it all up anyway U
like folks, Patty gave me the same Fascitar-6-10 tool that anyone of
U can use 2. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT and all lusciously delicious butter
cheeses from PENNSYLVANIA'S TRANSDIMENSIONAL STARBURN LAKES
PROPERTIES OF THE 2030'S all notwithstanding here folks, I have one
thing that no one else has, I am the 61st
grandson in a most direct route and lineage blood route-line system,
2 a dude whose uncle was literally artificially DNA inseminated only
done 'fascitarily' and not 'laboratorialy'. I AM THE CHOSEN DAMN
HUNTINGTON, and all the death persecution on me will never alter that
fact because it is a fact and naught a mommy's annoying 'HEAD-GAME' 2
make pees merely frikkin' feel good and fuzzy, oh wonderful great
illustrious sir, Mister Morgan Freeman, so love dance that off, oh
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
almost lost my lunch
when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did
not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from
1995 up through right now in 2023; was
dating a new guy now,
“RUSS
WALKER”.
I had, just back five or six months earlier; copyrighted
my book
with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS
WALKER,
titled, “THE
PERMISSION BARRIER”.
Then
came the final kicker
B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish,
and they all decided 2 leave after that, and they did. They all were
sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the
girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl
who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THESTARTRAVELERS”.
I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that
title that I did, as I felt 100 percent compelled 2 do this. It was
exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local
post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of
1994, as
well as my absolute
compulsion
2 send those other future 21st
century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that
the book was copyrighted,
on HALLOWEEN
DAY, OCTOBER 31st,
1994, 2005, and 2007.
I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY
HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVEmusical
projectthat
I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896,
but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B
concerned with right now.
IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU
THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOG
STATS CAPPED AT 7:18 A.M., SATURDAY MORNING
APRIL
29, 2023
All
Time------------------350952
Today--------------------------335
Yesterday---------------------103
This
Month-----------------1673
Last
Month-----------------3031
Now
2 close this out, here is some shit that is beyond a mathematical
mind boggle-blow! I was telling this on my phone 2 Lightning while
SHE was flashing all around here thisssssss morning, Mizz
Lucci-Snakes-1983. After that, I hung up, turned on my ROKU-TV 2 try
and get some local weather on one of the Palm Beach television
stations, and the internet kept going out, freezing channels and
dialogue boxes endlessly popping up and disconnectingme. Then when I
called Comcast and it rang one time, and this has been happening 2 me
now 4 more than a decade in this miserable rotten Florida with this
carrier, and then KA-POW, I get disconnected, and the “TELEPHONE”
LED blue light on my modem is suddenly out as well. Thisis an old
repeating persecution since at least ten years ago, beginning while
residing at the prior PEE-HA-BUILDING address on Avenue B, KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But what caused the
persecution and death harassment m ay well B what I had just told
LIGHTNING GODDESS-DZA on the phone, connected into my special
communications system that I have rigged up in unison with the
telephones that R then designed 2 kick in after I go off-line by
taking one of the land-line telephones off-hook, as they used 2 say
many years ago in those wonderful GOLDEN-DAYS. I had just reminded
DIANA
(Lightning)
after telling HER how beautiful SHE is flashing all around me AGAIN
on this Sunday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, how the 28-YEAR calendar
cycle is going 2 work out on the first year of the KING-TRUMP 47th
Presidential Administration in 2025. Every 28 years, whatever our
wall calendars say, will B duplicated perfectly, and FOREVER, in
other words if we just save our calendars 4 exactly 28 years of our
lives, it will save us from ever needing 2 purchase a new wall
calendar, most peeps of course don't operate that way any longer,
only us old days peeps. Most digital-lovers of right now use their
cellphones 4 every single thing,even calendars. Hey, I don't, so
fucking ass sue me, YO! U can't take my bed or any furniture, it all
belongs 2 the mighty Sir Mike Blandlord. U can't take anything else,
my modem is the property of Comcast, I have absolutely no money at
all, only a lot of fucking cunt debt. I'm flat busted broke with
absolutely nothing, and anty property or clothes R worth pennies, it
is all old, worn out, and just total worthless mother fuckign junk,
so go ahead, “SUE ME” as those great old days ad-spots 4 the
Small Claims Court used 2 come on our TV sets and say 2 us!!!!!! But
back 2 wall calendars. 1969 is also 1997 and it will also B 2025.
1980 is also 2008 just as 1981 is also 2009, and 1982 is also 2010,
and 1983 is also 2011. I was born in the year of 1954, so wall
calendars matching my year of birth will B, 1982, 2010 and also will
B 2038, of course and hopefully and most probably, I won't B here 2
worry about any of “that Bob Gagnus Car Salesman STUFF”. The math
behind this is 2 complex 2 get into. Ask some mathematical professor
at a good college, or Google around and maybe you'll find the answer.
I don't know the exact mathematical answer as 2Y it works this way
since leap year throws the otherwise 7-day weekly cycle off, and so
right away common sense would think that the repeating cycle forever
in years being the same from January first through December
thirty-first, only it does not work, it actually takes double thjat
14 year amount 2 work universally and forever, but yes, beginning at
any year U ever wish 2, adding 28 years 2 it an dbang, that will B
the same exact year on every single day of it and this will work 4 a
total of 300 years. Every 300 years if I'm not mistakenm, we do need
2 do onemore compensation 4 the varying rotation of the planet verses
the trip made revolving around its closest star, our sun. This means
that we do get a “LEAP
CENTURY”
every
300
years,
where the month of FEBRUARY
contains 30-DAYS.
This just about perfectly balances out the endlessly altering
variance between our planet's revolution 2 rotation RATIO. Now
I was telling LIGHTNING
on our communications systemon
thisssssss very moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, B4 all of fucking goddessdamn
DOGTOWN
broke loose AGAIN
4 me today YO, how 1969,
1997,
and the soon 2 fucking arrive 2025
R all in that time-year repeating cycle. I
need not go into the full and quite damn 'HUUUUUUUGE' details of it
all; huh great SenatorSanders,
nor will I, BUTTERCHEESES OF STARBURN LAKES of 2035; we R not retards
here, R we peeps? 1969, gimme' a break here distant-CUZZ-D.J.T.,
willya' 4 cryin' out louder than a freight train's damn ass bull
horn? All the genesis 2 where I am right here and now TODAY, if just
the four numbers of year '1969' don't say it all, then nothing
fucking ass does, YO! Then riding that whittle ocean current clear
across the mighty fucking ass Pacific Ocean into 1997, U wanna' “cut
me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE” here, lovely Caldor-113-Store Security
Guard, Mizz
Margie Leo?
And even though it is a projection and not in a physical arrival as
of quite yet, 2025, give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE times 241 my friends,
and my enemies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey YO, some enemy who was
illegally listening in 2 my phone conversation with Diana this
morning didn't like what I said one wee bit and I'll bet that's Y-I
took yet another major mother fucking wild incredible death siege,
bringing me now 2 an 89%-MP-4-BOTBAR in a (Most Recent 9-DAY current
period), “MR9DCP”,
and we'll B using this MR9DCP thing 4 a long while now until
the end of the upcoming MAY month, when this blog will B forever MY
'PRIVATE-ONLY' JOURNAL, & still used 4 the sole purpose of being
my SAFE-GODDAMN-TIME-CAPSULE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And yes folks, this wasn't the only thing I talked 2 lovely Lightning
(DIANA)
about this miserable hellish lousy rotten ass
moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning!!!!!!!!!!! I also did a lot of other
mathematical related things with that 28-YEAR Calendar Cycle deal, or
4 short, that '28YCCD', so let me tell U all just a wee fucking bit
more on this, YO!I got on thoughts and actions, dreamworlds,
holo-wheels, my current plight since unplugging that horrible
monstrous shit in Sir 'TRANSDIMENSIONAL MOWRY's office, and I got 2
telling HER
all about other year-patterns that correspond 2 the mathematics of it
all, and not merely the 1969-1997-2025 deal. Obviously the same thing
has now happened 2 goddamn poor pitiful mother fucking innocent
pathetic me, Mountainpen! In 1986, remember how I told U that I came
back from that wild crazy ass trip with my pal Sir DCR 2 LBI,
NJUSAESMWG; and then I went 2 the GS-Hospital 2 get my infected ear
looked at and get some meds there, and then went home and 2 sleep
after first using the I-CHING”. The whole story is that this caused
that 153-day dream-trip into that non Harrah's teasing taunting
Casino's “other Atlantic City”, or alternate AC, NJUSAESMWG. B4I
move this onward, this is the first time since I moved into this
current mother fuckign address back in middle February of the year of
2021 and 26 and a half months ago now peeps, where I have had a BACK
2 FUCKING ASS BACK SUPER BOTBAR WEEKEND. 4-2
straight weekends now, I have gone major SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR,
so B4 forgetting 2 say this, I need 2 quickly interject this into my
blog right now, so let us now get back onto the point, shall we? So
my I-CHING soul-trip had me so fucked up that when I came out of it
the following day, I
was very shaky, and so when my mother served me a cup of hot tea
after telling her that I was feeling a wee bit woozy and squeamish;
she said, “Mark, a good cup of real hot tea should do the trick
4U”,
and I remember that word 4 word whittle verbal exchange with me' mom,
2 this very second and 'time point'; oh great 'Watergate Senators',
from back in the early nineteen-seventies. But that was a major
mistake despite serving it on a very sturdy card tray. I managed 2
spill it allover my leg and caused some really nasty ass fucking 2nd
degree burns, and had 2 go right back 2 that same hospital that I was
just at only ten hours or so earlier, YO!!!!!!! Talk about asking the
Ripley's Club 4 a goddessdamn life-membership card!!!!!!!!!! This
started a magnetic negative surrounding my physical realm proximity
that was never broken or stopped in any way, hard as I surely have
fucking tried all these years, and now
and again peeps, 'here we GOOOOOOOOOO'!!!!!!!
This time, it wasn't some mid busting I-CHING trip to a
parallel-universe ATLANTIC NON-HARRAH'S CITY, but rather 2 an office
where a magical hoho-wheel was spinning and when I unplugged it and
woke up, THIS
NEW HELLOGRAM HAS STARTED ON ME,
and it is very fucking doubtful folks that I'm going 2 goddamn live
through this one, I am just 2 fucking old and sick!!!!! Now however
this is all sliced and diced up, oh
great and wonderfully marvelous Chef
Emeril sir,
the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND and the SOCIETY
that I am convinced has sprung up from a get together of sorts, and
similar 2 stuff spoken of in the great dream-books of the famous
'new-age' author, Sir Carlos Castaneda; is
indeed all that is behind of my entire endless goddamn 'woe-whiz-me'
hellishness straight from out beyond the mighty and ever-frightening
gates of DOGTOWN, mortally known as H—E—L—L!!!!!
FUCK
THE ESS, CHAPTER 3
Now
since my enemies are determined to put me through hell and eventually
covertly murder me, Thaxton/Braxton/Uwich, all all GASME games expert
pipe apartment repairmen who work for Columbia Broadcasting Time
Travelers Corporation, or some reasonable facsimile thereof, I am
going to tell you what led my cousin to some of his horse play
nonsense, without even going through a foyer in a mansion the size of
slut bag Kim Kardashian's. So that you can know right away; that
there is a whole dam lot more to follow after this, for other later
freaking times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I went to that throat specialist's office early in 1984 after
returning from freaking Florida to visit my ex-Chief Recording
Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon who moved down to Orlando a year or
so back to buy into a small roadside food and eats place a few miles
from Seaworld; Kate; I encountered a very beautiful assistant named
Mariah. I had absolutely no idea that the ESS existed, or that all of
us have virtually unlimited copies of ourselves all over this place
called by some the hyperspace and called yet by others, the fifth
dimension, it really is six and half a dozen. But the point is that
she knew me and she hypnotized me. She was getting off as my
appointment was over, and asked me if I was heading to go down I-95
towards the city, (Philadelphia), and would I take her, as her car
had broken down. She invited me into this house along the road, of
course you had to exit the highway and drive around, but I did not
realize just where this place was until years later when it flashed
back, when Pedersen and Harner and I were all driving in my car and
had left a place called the Fresh Tracks Recording Studio of
Philadelphia. I forced it quickly out of my mind. It was only until
around three years back early in March of twelve if memory serves at
all accurately here, that I began to remember again, that I was
invited into this house, and everyone was acting very weird, and it
is also the same place that the Comcast Cable nightmare with the ESS,
was, as far as being the precisely interior decorated place. They
both were the same place, one view was in my head of inside, and one
view was in my head of outside. The highway ran by just above us. I
never said a word to Paul, my ex-bizz partner about any of this. I
know he had more than he wanted to handle with just Sarah Callio and
my going on with her, and anyone reading this can go and ask him, and
I know he will tell you that I am speaking the total truth here. He
may also add in what a total mother fuckiGN asshole jerk off scum bag
I am along with a hundred other such nice and lovely thoughts that he
may have about me. Oh well, Say Levy, in or out of good old
France!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My medical
condition was given to me by the ESS so as to allow me to have all of
this happen to me. When ESS makes a plan, it is not like anyone in
one dimensional mind sets can start to even freaking imagine. IPYT.
They see a flowchart as complex as a 100 terra-byte super computer
with Q-bit-Tech!
That
is the first thing you need to see. When you arrive anywhere near
this mind set, then and only the good peeps, can you start to
understand THAT FAMILY of FORBIDDEN WASHCLOTHS and just how and why
Tom Reale was also sent into the situation. Without all of these
things, happening on cue, down to a split nanosecond, I promise all
of you, this entire end result of me in 2006-2008, could never have
gotten around to exist. This to them, would be as incomprehensibly
negative, as the end of the world would be to just about any and all
of you. Laugh at me or call me a freaking liar all you want to, as I
know, and God knows (GODD-ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
this new BLOG-BOOK marches freaking onward, I will tell you what I
have come to remember in that house on that day, that I suppressed
memories about for coming up on 31 years now, KAL, in detail, but
carefully, as we all can imagine that even I have to be careful.
With
the powers of the ESS, the possibilities to any and all things in
this life, are exactly what gorgeous Elizabeth Montgomery said, some
time back now, on that great sixties sitcom television show called
'Bewitched'; “ENDLESS”. For reasons I will later let out, maybe,
I am calling all of this, the Punxatonney-Penn Syndrome. Memories
trigger, when we do or see just the right things, and at just the
right times. Otherwise, they remain in hyperspace as energies. No one
is even able to make up a single thing. If you have a 'dream' and you
tell it to someone and change it or add to it out of what you believe
to be your imagination, guess what, it is not. None of us can make up
anything. We cannot be original. Every possibility, Mizz Montgomery,
is already long taken, and all that any of us will ever be able to do
forever and endlessly, is shuffle things around. Endless
combinational shuffling, or said another way, hyperspace ops. You can
believe this people; I have merely cracked open a door, and you are
all about to shit yourselves, if you are not in the ESS already; when
I take you further and further inside of this hideous mansion from
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is quarter past three on Friday afternoon. I am planning to leave the
United States forever and change my identity. I cannot say any more
than that, or I won't live to see tomorrow morning, Misses Sudano
Gaines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell of FCC old buddy, and kind sir;
they just fucking hit me with the (`~HACK) at 3:17, YOYO YOYO YOYO
Sarah Y-J Callio!!!! Jumping fucking Jehovah.
IN
MY DREAMING NIGHTMARES. I POWER NOTHING, AS WE ALL KNOW ONLY 2
GODDESSDOG WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT
AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know, old news, but if you had this all go down in your life at
fourteen and fifteen, you'd want to say it over and over and over
again too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.
FEBRUARY
16, 2015,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 6:11,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-72/L-46)
HUMIDITY
IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 69 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE SE AT 12, GUSTING TO 31.
FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 19
This
hasn't been a particularly great sixty and a quarter years for me, in
present form in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. If good stuff equaled
leaves, my life could quite easily be reflected in the trees that the
picture below depicts.
This
address link takes you to my early blogs, AHA-AHA!!!!!
Florida
Attorney General, Pam Bondi
BACK
IN MOTHER FUCKING TIME ANYWAY, BUT SHIT CHANGES, YO!
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really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies,
right Mizz Attorney General AM,
and great astute Sheriff
KJM??????????????????
I
BELIEVE THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD IS MURDERING ME AND THEY WON'T QUIT
NOW UNTIL 5 QUARTS OF MY MOTHER FUCKING BLOOD GET SPILLED RIGHT HERE
IN YOUR COUNTY, SHERIFF MASCARA, OH SIR, THIS IS NOT A CRAZY BUNCH OF
DELUSIONS SIR, THIS IS ALL VERY BOB SCHLEIGH MAFCO-CAMDEN, NJUSAESMWG
'REAL' AS WELL AS VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG TOM REALE!!!!
Here
is 'whats-ahupnin', OH U WONDERFUL GREAT PAL, and Sir Derrijo Exxon
from 1983: AGAIN, SATURDAY, I AM SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
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SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING
TOTAL BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I woke up around one this
Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, 29 April and the worst month EVER SINCE
THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF MOTHER FUCKING 1986, AND ANOTHER DISASTER
HAS STRUCK ME. MY COMPUTER HAS BEEN SPACEFORCE BUSTED-AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
I managed 2 get it on and running but it needs 2 go back 2 the
'TECHY-JOINT' again, MISTER
GODDAMN CHEATWEEDS WINN
OF ATLANTIC CITY-1983'S GOLDEN NUGGET SCUMBAG HOTEL &
CASINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
blue power light no longer functions 4 the connecting AC-power
supply, and the files were all messed up and a whole lot of restarts
and corrections needed 2B made and after half an hour things R
passable and usable 4 uploading this post, but back 2 Mister fucking
TECHY I must go now later on this diseased mother fucking rotten
BOTBAR moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
know my ENEMY OF THE SPACEFORCE-ENTERTAINMENT
WORLD IS MURDERING ME COVERTLY AND STEALTHFULLY, I KNOW IT
AND SO DOES THE FUCKING ASS FBI, ONLY THEY DON'T CARE IF I DIE
BECAUSE EVERYONE IN THIS ENTIRE COUNTRY JUST ABOUT IS JUST A SOLD OUT
ROTTEN CRIMINAL NOW, SOLD OUT LITERALLY FIRST 2 THEIR FATHER, SATAN
THE DEVIL AS SCRIPTURES ALL ADMIT WILL B HAPPENING IN THE 'LAST DAYS'
THAT WE R AND MUST B IN, AND THEN SOLD OUT 2 CORPORATE WALL STREET
GREED, AS ONLY MY GREAT TRUE HERO AND HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WONDERFUL
AWESOME PAL KNOWS SO PERFECTLY WELL, SENATOR BERNIE
SANDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
For
the record.
PAu000662409
1984
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Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
I'm
Criana.
PAu000724397
1985
[ 3 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke
Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007
[ 4 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Last
number repeat--100 progression roulette system.
TXu000514390
1992
[ 5 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Lost
love.
PAu000344219
1981
[ 6 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Mohr
demo collection, set 4.
PAu000546149
1983
[ 7 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Mohr
demo collection : set III.
PAu000442785
1982
[ 8 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Mohr
demo tunes.
PAu000325091
1981
[ 9 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Mohr
tunes.
PAu000411864
1982
[ 10 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Queen
of blue.
PAu000825471
1986
[ 11 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Real
good girl.
PAu000881543
1986
[ 12 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Russ
Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.
PAu002506106
2000
[ 13 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Saga
of song writer Mark Mud.
PAu000501582
1983
[ 14 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
PAu002153196
1996
[ 15 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Sarah.
SRu000332786
1996
[ 16 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Sarah
Callio of ACNJ.
SRu000362114
1997
[ 17 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
Uncle.
PAu000540585
1983
[ 18 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
What's
wrong?
PAu000724407
1984
[ 19 ]
Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
You
call this music?
PAu000998574
1987
[ 20 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Apitamy
of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
PAu001148157
1988
[ 21 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy
of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
PAu001189027
1989
[ 22 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Long
river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204017
1980
[ 23 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Love
so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204015
1980
[ 24 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity
music pre-book.
PAu002336935
1998
[ 25 ]
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morianity
tunes of 1998.
PAu002282717
1998
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
JEWELLY
WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR, DAY 0002, 5:21 P.
HOW
DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG
AGO? This will be explored later on.
CHEMTRAIL
ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of
illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire
or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free
away with it.
It
is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really
all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a
25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the
mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of
my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who
is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious
illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as
idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that
result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and
unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but
wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit
as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being
close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk
about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing
trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took;
in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that
was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the
Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing
Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for
nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to
accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more
difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school
buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link
even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as
follows:
So
let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens,
just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone
song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a
little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for
the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat
irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general
overall wheeziness and weakness.
My
engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public
arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project
completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old
telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track
from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't
listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable,
that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and
haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame,
five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major
mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all
ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so
many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any
viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me
all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up
there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than
the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time'
paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to
deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do,
absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are
all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get
over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.
Here
are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the
forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them,
intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior,
or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this
one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had,
with the evil WOMO or (WORLD
OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR),
AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR
OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior
with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure
unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste
products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the
while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying
to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean,
when I now compare this with the episode of
the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after
the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing
its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE
MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike,
the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed
down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk
and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at
this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he
had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the
resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4th
dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack.
In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not
have posted this song, as 'THEY' just
now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL
AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought
Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in
my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that
year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed
all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them
at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on
the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches
of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs.
Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey
bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell
me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of
distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort,
out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube
video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into
the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----Wdoes this all
impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.
The
Crime Stoppers people
need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again.
He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between
their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed
out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and
they
all will be jailed
when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it
to the Crime Stoppers.
No,
just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life
as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND
HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything
that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and
all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two
words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that
you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20
system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be;
Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent
and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you,
as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you
to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.
There
are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One
is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the
so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down
further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this
day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents
surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new
respect for these MAYANS, as
they seemed to know
about me and MORIANITY,
and they very accurately predicted
stuff about ME, not
the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS.
It was not the WORLD that ended
back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But
it was MORIANITY that
ENDED
on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out
here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my
life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves
master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only
a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF
the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER
CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF,
DIRT BALLS, and wow
your Moms were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight; and a
real MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew
that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all
ten years old again, why would you then send another group of
bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from
getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not
exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not
want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous
wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is
the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will
be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true
honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon
from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of
stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy
meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing,
please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell
down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and
I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to
have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you
are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it,
Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it,
without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's
precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V'
here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So
without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or
1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of
the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace
equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE
LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA,the
point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of
scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you
get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt
Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for
you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some
may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not
succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to
kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to
stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to
overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he
is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon
him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a
quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do;
and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would
equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid
'YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER'
song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this
is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have
great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now
the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on
my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now
resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere
in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T
switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it
was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago,
still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it,
and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty
humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to
agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first
written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great
stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter
in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I
am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a
lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in
fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and
authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life,
and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You
see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of
you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied
and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are
happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me
or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day,
along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant
Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington
Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle?
Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to
myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and
then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy
Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow
jam that was.
My
mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken
back in MORIANITY.
Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the
world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2.
This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all
need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will
have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had
before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things
available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V,
blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the
thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane,
and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up
there, but it will also be posted early into the opening
blogs of MORIANITY-2.
The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO
sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2.
If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars
cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to
now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.
Now
as you may have guessed by this time good people; theGREAT
WASHCLOTH CLAN(GWC)
for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal tapes
and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and tons
of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run out
of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of December
eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on my back,
and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff,
photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my
music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo
Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around
the cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King
family above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house
on Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not
end up dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility,
stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by
this fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and
only then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put
the pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other
unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that
might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal
bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail
Russ,
the Mark Chant,
and bus
driver Julia White,
who's friend came to me along with a host of other strange folks in
2010 and into 2011, at
a place called HARVEST at 25th
and Orange
Avenue
here in Fort
Pierce, Florida;
followed also by David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius
Deezy Slim Evans,
General and President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired
me, early in March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808'
bloghad
on Darius,
Warren, Boo, and obviously'MY'
wonderful daut also;
well; if I
really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait;
I may as well quit the human race, along with
Claire'sfather
the 'lawyer-school'
professor in Manhattan,
in PHASE-4 of course, as part of the greatest law show of all time
on television, surpassing even Perry Mason; “L&O”!
Diana(LIGHTNING)is all around me,
and 4 some wild reason, and loving her as I do, I am not sure that I
completely trust my lovely blond teen-queen right now, as where she
fits into all of this goes beyond a mind dazzle, squared!
END
TRANSMISSION,ME'FOLKS!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MCNULTY!!!
70%
of my followers vanished, poof, Sir Harry Potter, way more magically
than any fictional material ever could be!