3
STRAIGHT END MONTH DAYS WENT 2 DOGTOWN
OH
SIR SWAP, PLEASE NON-GIBB 'HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL----P-ME'.
POSTING
AT QUARTER PAST NINE FRIDAY NIGHT
JWSC----11-192,
OLD WORLD, JUNE
30, 2023
Here
is what made today a futhermucking runt clapping SUPER
BOTBAR HELL DAY ON GODDESSDOG TOTAL ROCK CHUCKING
STEROIDS; OH WONDERFUL SIR-SWAP, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO,
ME' BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I
couldn't get 2 goddessdog sleep until close 2 six, and then at half
past 8, I was rudely major trucking awakened 2 what I WILL ABSOLUTELY
CALL, A POTERGUIST
ASSAULT
ON ME,
IN MY
RESIDENCE NORTH-BEDROOM
here, SS!!!!! 4 absolutely no Earthly reason, my
runt chewing closet curtains, and yes, the closet discussed twice now
where I in
DREAMS was revealed 2 separate
items; my Comcast-Modem battery that resembles a small and
thin sandwich, and also the 7 cassette tapes, that one of those was
the 'BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE' MUSICAL PROJECT, MASTER TAPE,
from the Discmakers place in Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG; suddenly
fell down hard and extremely loud, especially 4 falling down
onto a goddessdog VERY SOFT RUG, as my north and south bedrooms both
contain wall-2-wall full carpeting. YET POW,
it fell down with a HUUUUUGE effing bang onto a very soft rug.
Also, it fell down 4 no apparent reason. This hangs on one of those
thick dow plastic rods that has on each end, one of those knob type
rubbery blobs that adhere super hard 2 the closet perimeter sides,
and U can practically have a child do frucking goddamn chin ups on
it, without it falling or breaking, yet
'POW'; down she futhermucking came, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO, and waking me up with an incredible startling
crashing sound. Now this never should have fallen down in the first
place, and even if it falls down; it never should have awakened me
with a cannon shot sound, falling onto a soft carpet, and
yes; it is an extremely light weight
shower curtain type of thing, only more suited 2 a bedroom
décor rather than what hangs over our showers. I was completely
trucking UABLE 2 FALL BACK 2 SLEEP, AND AFTER A QUARTER PAST NINE OF
THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, I GAVE UP ENTIRELY; and then entered what would
trucking damn ass become the rest of this totally miserable SUPER
CHUCKING BOTBAR-DOGTOWN-DAY, on goddessdog total
steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SS, if U read the other
letter-blogs or 'LB' that I wrote 4U earlier this damn
moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning YO; U know I am under a super
heavy air death siege, a super major health-blowels assault with the
SPACEFORCE-HAVANA-death weapon
they've been using on me since late summer-early autumn times back in
1986, and major computer hacking and damage, and on and on; and then
on top of that, STAR TREK 1986
Humpback Whales movies, and Starfleet
Officer Palvo Checkoff, kind sir; two annoying large black
flies filled with little maggots inside their guts, as I learned
after squishing them when they were crawling around on the floor and
after succombing 2 a major RAID PEST SPRAY CUNTER-OFFENSIVE from the
Mountainpen; and it is days such as these
types, when these minidroids, as Dave Roth and I would refer 2 them
as back in 1987-1990 extremely often; that I can just about always
depend on getting flocking bombarded with these slitty damn miserable
things, straight out from beyond DOGTOWN'S GATES, just past
the Dogtown Bridge of the Capitol-Province's horrendous and
menacingly appearing, DOGTOWN 'LOW-PASS-AREA'!!!!!!!!!! Speaking
here of Sir Dave Roth; he
was quite the repeater of several of his famous sayings, one of which
went, “When it rains, it poors”,
and no early 1970's tunes about droubts in California, need B sung in
order 4 me 2 make me' ole' pernt here,
SS, and Archie Bunker!!! On these
type of SUPER-BOTBAR DAYS, it isn't so much, “WHAT WENT WRONG AND
BAD TODAY”, but rather, and quite simply worded here, “WHAT
DID 'NAUGHT', OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T
BLAKE”???????????? I managed 2 rehang the curtain closet
bar in me' futhermucking north-bedroom and then came out into my
living area all super hot and sweaty, as I never waste air
conditioning in rooms that I am naught in there an doccupying, and I
was sleeping in there, as I just told U, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no sooner
came out here and turned on me' living area-AC, and began me' day,
and found small air crap was starting up, that just continued getting
worse and worse; including a nastry
CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, zenithing right over my trailer, as
also was told 2U earlier, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now there R many things 4
me 2 get into today SS, but on these type of
'lay-lay-or-else' days, I don't stick me' neck intyo any of the great
globally secret HUNTINGTON NOOSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
don't wanna' get me' mom's latengrate cuzz, Sir
Herbert Huntington's kid Arthur, all excited, so that he finds
one of Mizz Patricia Hollister HH's
candles in Dogtown, and then manages 2 get back here into my realm of
physicality and matter, and then tries 2 make me his 3rd
victim, in or out of flocking Braintree, Massachusetts, or any other
great suburbs surrounding historic BOSTON,
MAUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT.
SS;
pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze listen-up here 4 one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
non-Senator Sanders moment; and
then tell me if U think that I am as
looney-tunes as the WFMU-peeps 4 the most part, all think that
I am! I believe in patterns, because I believe in electromagnetic
energies; and that stuff in the matter-worlds do in fact become
magnetized, and then as I have named it long ago, and rarely discuss
it, or get much into it on any public writings; become
force-directional, or 4 short, become FD, or (effdeed),
when this is pronounced. When stuff becomes effdeed, it explains how
electricty becomes a magical force of attraction and repusion and the
same thing in a vice-versa-order as well. No physicist on this planet
understands it, although some will slightly white-lie 2 the general
public, sort of implying that they do understand it on some
scientific level that is; and I am here 2 tell them all, & like
or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake;
BULL-SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
rather than right now on a putrid rotten ass day, go on and on here
with this; just let me tell U that this is all behind what
pro-gamblers call going on ROLLS,
and it is also behind all of the numerous and countless similar type
of matters from zillions of life's infinitely vast parameters. But
let us quickly harp on the one topic here, GOING ON LUCK-ROLLS, good
luck, or bad luck; as luck is luck, and Morianity thinks of LUCK, and
that word used by mortal human beings; as merely the agreement, and
the disagreement, of each of us every single split second in time;
with the entire COSMOS, so if at the exact second a person buys a
Power-Ball Lottery Ticket at their local Mister Hector's Chevron
Gasoline Station, at four minutes past noon on Saturday; should 4
whatever the unseen reasons, their personal luck factor B at some
astronomically and surreal high number; they will most likely B the
one with the winning ticket, despite the
actual drawing of the number being hours or maybe even one or two
days away; as time is only part of the 'STM', and is
purely illusion; and so the reality is the electromagentic spectrum,
along with the magical interaction of the particular persons' LUCK
FACTOR, at this one split second in time. But mortals will go right
on insisting on endlessly seeing this all in a total backward and
reverse directionality, and so it would take me way 2 long 2 even
start telling U right now SS, all about this deal, that I have long
ago labeled as, things being 'EFFDEED'.
Put in an extremely abridged way, this is Y all things not only
happen; but all have points of so-called magnetic mathematically
based points of technical resistence as well as support, and Y luck
goes on rolls; and even Y the longer a lucky
or unlucky streak goes, it only gains in power, and never is actually
due 4 becommng altered. When the math is averaged out such
as in complex algarthms, we all C plain as day that changes R always
gradual, because they must conform to that unbeatable and perhaps
nearly-magicl thing that all mathematicians know is very real, the
linear-2-percentage-delta-ratio,
in math!!!!!!! This is how my parallel-event-roulette fucntions as
well, kind sir; but let us leave all of that here, as no matter how
simple that I would ever attempt 2 make this, or keep this; just
starting this wild ass discussion, and B4-I would know it, I would
have typed out ten-thousand freaking ass pages, oh sir!
The
month of JUNE-2023, closed out with 6 BOTBAR DAYS, SS; 6:30 ratio is
a MP4B of 20. I've had worse, and I quietly predicted it 2B in fact a
wee bit worse, with as much as 24 BOTBARS, and many
of the non-BOT days were damn close, but still, {cigar =
cigar}, and without any cheating; the other 24 June days were a
wee-tad-bit above 1-1 (BOTBAR) or 'whatever', kind
'Congressman'!!!!!!!!!! Now the 30th day in June and the
181st day of 2023, closed out on the 2023-year itself,
with a new total of 51 MAJOR NASTY-ASS
BOTBAR DAYS. This brought me, SS; 2 a MP4B on the year, of
28, and being a bit more accurate, 28X6----coming off of 29X1, and B4
that, 28X3. I am at a near-term resistence
point and a slightly longer total resistence point of 27% Magnetic
Percentage 4 Botbar, on the year of 2023 now. I can tell U
sir, when the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES R GONNA' MAKE PRACTICALLY ALL
OF THEIR LARGE MOVES AGAINST ME, as even
they cannot beat the mathematical magnetic percentages,
all based of course on how all things in this cosmos become
absolutely and undeniably 'EFFDEED'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said sir, it
is all Y electrical current becomes the magical magnetic fields of
invisible force, and yes, both electricity (electron) flowing in
channels along wires, or in the air, as well as between 2 magnets
within their strengh level gauss fields; R of course both totally
INVISIBLE 2 our human visual perceptions. Not of course
imperceptible, as anyone who died in the electric chair knows only 2
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y-I go on laughing at the majority of
Earthers, who basicly claim, “Hey
Mountainpen, if I can't C it; then I am naught gonna' believe in it”.
Well, fine, go into a nuke pile without wearing
any lead rad-protection suit, and watch yourself die in slow agony,
just as did the marvelous Curey's back 100 years ago or so!!!!
SS; the futhermucking SPACEFORCE
SPAMMENIES have this goddessdog cum-puke-her so frucking hacked up, I
can barely do anything on it, and I need 2 buy a new
system tomorrow, over at the mother ******* Port
Saint Lucie Walmart Store, and then have my techy transfer
my files on this machine, B4, and 2 quote SCYLLA
PINK from 2008 on her marvelous
non-Berryville-house-web-site; it is TOO
LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEE.
Yes
SS, 3 solid months now, APRIL, MAY, JUNE of this year, 2023; I am in
a powerful new pattern, and YES, ever since the nightmare horrendous
frucking rock chucking MOWRY PULL PLUG DAY. What pattern, perhaps U-R
saying, while scratching your head? Well Sir, I'll tell U. A pattern
where the FINAL DAY OF THE MONTH IS MAJOR SUPER BAD. BOTH A SUPER
DUCKING TOTAL MONSTER-ASS BOTBAR, AS WELL AS SUPER HIGH
CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, 2 BOOT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I sure hope that our
law suit makes some of these wicked demonic stick licking slits truly
pay 4 their dastardly deeds, perpetrated against this poor pathetic
pitiful innocent whittle victim, whose life they have TOTALLY AND
ABSOLUTELY RUINED, WRECKED, DESCIMATED, WIPED OUT, OBLITERATRED,
DESTROYED; AND MADE BEYOND A LIVING BURNING BREATHING HELL, 4 JUST
ABOUT A ROCK CHUCKING HALF CENTURY OF TIME NOW, AND WITHOUT LET
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that if we don't
actually take 50-75 percent of their net worths, or of their
$$$$$-GOD-$$$$$, it won't make a dent in getting what some may think
of as 'sweet revenge'. It isn't what I want; but it is
taking away their GOD, after what these
diseased slit sticks have done 2 me 4 a half trucking ass century
now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew when Reagon and his 'omics' was all starting up, this entire
future; as I've always had the extremely rare and unique gift of
being able 2 extremely accuratelty interpelate
things that seem 2 endlessly go right over the heads of other human
beings. I saw this entire thing coming, and then 2 quote the
soon 2B born new age scarey expression of, 'no good deed going
unpunished', I then devised a fantastic ultimate plan 2 literally
wipe out, and absolutely erradicate poverty once and 4 all, out of
the United States forever and ever and these billionaire bastard rats
ass new age kings and queens learned of me, and have been wiping me
out ever since; and most likely 4 numerous combinational reasons, and
not so much 4 any one or two of them singularly. When DCR and I first
met at the 113 Caldor Department Store in November of 1985, we
planned this deal together, the great operation STARBURN!!! Please
SIR SWAP; don't even get me started, just as I begged that Eckert
Pharmacy lady-druggest at the 'farma-counter' that day on PK-DAY, the
twelfth of July, back early in one of the first three years of this
century somewhere. As I speak, that blotorsickie rider scum is
annoying me at ten past eight this evening, and has been off and on 4
the past two days several times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They 2 will
eventuialkly B scanned by Maggie, and dealt with, and IPYT,
SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The things that I could say. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
many think that I've just about exhausted me'self here, and they R so
beyond totally frikkin' wrong and mistaken, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh ther gods R they beyond wrong, cubed,
squared, Cuban, and a vigintillion times more still. I've not yyet
begun 2 say stuff, Sir Steve and a few peeps out there while this is
in public-foum, they do know that this is true, and some R probably
cowarding in the shadowy corners right this damn ass minute, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U
always laughed in a sympathetic type of laugh, each time I would
remind U of my mom's wild 90's nasty dealings with me whenever I
didn;t act the part of her completely willing slave, which was just
about most days, especially during the three years of the starting of
that decade and while we lived there together, & renting the home
owned by the great and illustrious Misses
Patricia Meeker, the mother of a New Jersey State Police
Officer. If I said something she didn't like or particularly agree
with me on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark,
how would U like it if your daughter said that 2U”, and when I
would do something that she didn't like or particularly agree with me
on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark, how
would U like it if your daughter did this with U”? After dozens of
times putting up with her outlandish and rediculous behavior, I would
chime in eventually every so often with, “Mom, Y do U continue 2
give me this goddamn hypothetical daughter all the time? She enver
responded, and only looked at me, first sort of with a nasty smirk on
her face, then slowly doing a half smile. Almost the reverse of the
future way that Detective Joseph Fantanna would do, on the gretest
law show in television's history, called “Loaw & Order”. The
show at the time this was going down was almost brand new, perhaps
two years or so old, but way up a dozen or more years in the
antimatter space, Detective Fontanna would do that exact thing only
in sort of a reverse order, starting his thing with the smile, and
then instantly changing it into that frown that only he could have
managed 2 do so damn ass perfectly well. But really SS, 2 quote U
that one particular daty at the great Ohio Avenue Walgreen's parking
lot, “Y would she keep insisting on giving U that hypothetical
daughter? U then said something that brought the great educator from
Coolel Hall, Mister David Leigh Smith, straight into my mind; like a
nearly brilliant flash of lightning. U said 2 me, “Give me a break
Mark, I mean really; where there's smoke, there's fire” Of course
the biggest thing that I remember that U then went on 2 say 2 me,
about one minute later on, “If and when we can ever come 2 truly
know just Y your mom and PHHH kept this powerful secret of your
daughter from U all of your life, it most likely will explain all of
your woes in this world”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could
naught have agreed with him one smiggin wee bit more on that, if I
was paid a trillion dollars in gold 2 do just that. What else can we
say here, Sir JAY-JAY Good Times EVANS??????????????????????
Let
me sign off 4 now, SS. This has been a monster rotten HELL-DAY!
Holy
Callio-COW-LEO-Holly Hollister HH call-ten.
I am now SUPER-HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC AND BOTBUR ON THIS JEWELLY
WHITE DATE OF 11-192, AND THINGS LOOK A WEE BIT BLEAK 4 THE PITIFUL
PATHETIC NON-LR Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!
Dear
Steve Walgreen's
Parks, Chapter
18
11-192,
early on Friday afternoon, @ 1:27 P.M.
A
nasty air assault is starting up and the SPACEFORCE HAS ALSO STRUCK
ME STEVE-SIR, with another doozie-whopper HAVANA HEALTH ATTACK on my
BOWELS, causing me a nasty major slit attack shortly past noon, and a
giant CHEMTRAIL is also outside and directly over me' residence at
the QUIET-WATERS Trailer Park of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. I
guess U couldn't get our marvelous county-sheriff 2 wield his
protective services on me today as I had hoped, and I dare naught
venture out today 2 the Port Saint Lucie
Walmart Store's TECHY-JOINT, and will have 2 live with
this screwed up CUMPUKEHER until tomorrow, Saturday, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO, me' kind and awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THIS.
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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 starting on this Wednesday
evening the 28th
day in June, and now into this 29th
day in June, growing beyond major on this 30th
day of June, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with
HEAVY AIR SIEGE, MAJOR HEALTH AND BOWEL ASSAULTS WITH THEIR
SPACEFORCE HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY, and beyond major heavy computer
hacking, and also computer interference or whatever covert trickery
is being employed, SO AS 2 ENDLESSLY STOP AND PREVENT ME FROM EVER
DOING ANYTHING AT ALL WHATSOEVER ON THE INTERNET, AND ON MY COMPUTER;
AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT
ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN
THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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, CG-18,
AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY
SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
FRIDAY,
JUNE 30, 2023---11-192---JWSC
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5
WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING
CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING
GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING
CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING
GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MY
BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
MY
ENDLESS POST '8-1986-ICPE-APE HELL'-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES WIN
10
to 1 SS, this siege on me is STOCK MARKET RELATED, and no, I've
naught been trucking following their diseased Wall Street corporate
greed and garbage-Reaganomics on sicko steroids. U go President JRB,
U go, as I am praying 4U every single day, and U-R one of the best
presidents this nation ever had, so tell all of your critics that
your wannabe pal Mountainpen says 4 them all 2 go straight into
Purgatorial-Dogtown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miserable
rotten Jane Notfondauoneweebit Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease,
just nailed me real damn 'GOUUUUUUUUD', 2 qote me' ole' 1999 gal-pal,
Mizz Helen Zabriskie; YO SS. I
will now need 2 do a quick whittle runt-phlegm-nation here with
lovely 'FIVE GROUPATIONS', as spoken on the mighty ASTRAL PLANE
(Purgatory) (Plancktime)!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
where is Ciccy, Buffy, and Jody; oh great MISTER PURGATORIAL
PIP?????????????????? Memories and pain; how it amazes me that I can
endlessly force myself 2 employ a strategy once used on a Cornwall
Avenue bed, when I was 15 years and 7 months old, in Ventnor,
NJUSAESMWG; while being assaulted by Sir Thomas J. Childmolester
Reale, the wealthy land owner of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in
summer time circa, in the year of BJWSC-(-42), also known as 1970 for
crying out loud. That wonderful good old VSG-Syndrome; yes Mister
Kent, and Superman; some things seem 2B able 2 actually B TURNED ON
AND OFF LIKE A FAUCET, and your ability 2 make a contact, was
seemingly naught being one of them, only, we all know do we naught;
that wasn't absolutely any truer than 90
percent or so of this great family's Victoria Winters History-Book
Dark Shadows television show 'OTHER-non-HARRAH Casino'-parallels,
huh SS?????? I think that Mizz Lilly Decarlo
Munster would B chiming in right about now, oh everybody,
with her marvelous and so apprapos “TEE-HEE-HEE”,
don't U?
SS;
I think that I'll B needing 2 buy a new Walmart Desk Top computer, as
this one is beyond mother ******* totally goddamn SHOT 2 TOTAL
****!!!!!!! Now the BLACK HAT HACKERS OH FBI; WON'T
ALLOW ME 2 DELETE BLANK PAGES, WITH THE 'DELETE' BUTTON AFTER
HIGHLIGHTING THEM, AND I NEEDED TO MANUALLY SCROLL HALF PAGE SECTIONS
AT A TIME, 2 MAKE THE GODDAMN FRUCKING 'DELETE' BUTTON
WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Magnesonic is
gonna' B totally causing a beyond
HUUUUUUUUUUUGE counterstrike, 4 this
gargantuan assault on me,
FEDS. Just watch, and U'LL-FRIKKIN' C; YO BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
Mashell Daniels learned in late
1980, at the RPL STUDIO,
according 2 my night boss, Sir Donald Cialoni; “SHE'S
BEEN TOLD”. WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Sir Nixon, and all others
out here that this message may pertain 2, NOW
SO HAVE GODDAMN U, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and yes,
all my normal operating features appear 2B dicking frucking out, one
by one; so it's time 4 a new machine; and I knew all along I'd B
neediong 2 buy one, so no real skin off my nose, Mister Potter and
Mister Stuart; only my life is miserable, and anything BUTTERCHEESE
and anything BUTT-BUT, wonderful, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I
WILL TERMINATE TRANSMISSION NOW, SS!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE
TELL SHERIFF KJM THAT THIS IS A
AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE & DECLARATION,
SS!!!!!
THIS
IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.
WHY
SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“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 ducking 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 frucking bottom of this spy sweeper
problem. All I can do is keep flucking 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 slit? 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 bunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have
to skit 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 frucking hacking, the
sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again; so Ed will
come over and get 2 the bottom of this ducking slit 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
slit 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
ducking 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-O---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 slit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these chucking sticks 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 skit 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 slit?, 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 trucked 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 skit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND
KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and
blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne
Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry
bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
Comments
Comment
on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?"
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???????
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PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATED NOW!
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Thursday, June 29, 2023
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Having PROOF and PROVING R Apples and
Oranges
“HAVING PROOF AND PROVING ARE APPLES AND
ORANGES”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995. DATFILE:
092708.457
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Back
when the show with car kicker/breaker Shannon
Dougherty, called BH-90210 was
new early in the nineties, a keyboard out of perhaps 100
various possible amateur home type keyboards, was used in
the show where Brenda’s dad was playing music with it,
Brenda being Shannon, and it was not only the same board
that I used from Radio Shack Tandy roughly 4 years earlier,
but I used it 2 copyright the song mentioned often in my
blogging, called, “Prophet of Nothing”, sort of a pun
and play on words, me being cute or trying 2 at least, but
the EW decided 2 get way cuter than I could ever have
gotten. EW, Entertainment World, also known in truer higher
reality as residence and followers of the Briggbase of the
Astral Plane, and joiners of the Lambrigger Cult. Now on
one particular 90210 show where Brenda’s dad was playing
with the keyboard that I happen 2 use 4 years or give or
take a bit, on my originally written song, not only was the
same board used in this then famous and high rated and
watched series on television, but they even set the board 2
the very same beat out of 100 possible beats or so, that my
song was set on. The odds of a random chance 4 this R very
simple 2 calculate, about 100 beats/rhythms and about 100
of those type of available keyboards used 4 home non-pro
use, dictates multiplying 100 times 100 or 10,000 to one
chance against this being simply a coincidence. The Soap
Channel carried this rerun one afternoon last week or the
week B4, and I have waited 4 the right time 2 get into
this. Also, look at another set of hard 2 dismiss or
dispute claims and facts that I make. B4-I tell U, I just
got tucking screwed, with 4 ones on my rock chucking clock.
Miss Dirt bag
ho Jane Monster Slapper Fonda strikes again,
so let me attempt quickly 2 compensate,
55555555555555555555555. Loud dirt bag traffic sounds and
aerial slit is also rearing its rock chucking head today,
and struck as soon as I typed and the key-worm-saw me go
55555555555555. First, they know I was channel surfing that
night, believe me they know. If
they can do complex keystroke worm violations against
people’s privacy with these PC devices, think how simple
it would B4 them 2 hook into your cable TV channels being
watched. They know that those
back and forths of Brenda and Kelly
drove me wild, and were more than long enough 4 running
what I came to term without any pun intended,
'an-ejac-shot'. So they put that show on, and made it first
of course, all ready knowing that I eventually would C it,
and get my chops busted. But
the marathon race to the Proof Avenue Courthouse Stairs is
not yet over, so do not count me out yet slugger boys.
I used 2 know a fine man involved with the
famous 2 Philadelphia Sigma Sound Recording Studio,
back in my days of employment at the RPL Sound Studios and
Labs from the ‘79 year into the ‘81 year. He invited me
on one occasion over 2 his very nice Northeast Philadelphia
section home, and I met his very fine and may I add, at the
time, extremely hot wife. The
name of this studio musical arranger was John
E. Davis,
yes, the same man who UC credited after all of the Beverly
Hills 90210 TV show ends, and yes; he also was the musical
arranger for their 90210 theme on the show.
Now U really want and expect me 2 not C how industry people
that obviously all connect together and know each other, as
it is with any and all industries, especially in the ever
growing world of networking marketing strategies, where U
play this game or else go home bankrupt and dead, and all
knew about my public work copyrighted in 1988, well B4 the
90210 show ever came 2B; and
decided 2 use the idea and again out of about 10,000 home
board rhythms, mine was picked 4 the show,
but natch, never a morsel tad bit of recognition ever comes
2 me as a result; not even a torn Christmas card from the
industry of puss drinking sub-scum, apologizing in the
holiday spirit 4 all of the evil skit that they indeed have
stolen from me, and was done 2 me.
I am strictly
forbidden 2 ever talk again, publicly about MC’s stairs
and the monstrous thing that I witnessed at her home there
pertaining 2 them, back when she was but a child of 2-3.
Her older sister knows an incredible lot of things about
me, and told me so, I cannot blog any more on this ever,
either. What I can admit 2 is that I met God in Atlantic
City in 1966 on Tennessee Avenue up near the boardwalk. She
left me in 1970, and returned again 2 me, part of a
powerful covert branch of the mighty TAWF. In 1980 when I
resided at 1802 Robin Hill, and went 9 years forward in
time illusion 2 interact with a beautiful tall long dark
haired queen that was singing a very special song 2 me, it
was MC. She was but 10 in the time that I fell off 2 sleep,
but 9 years later when it was 1989, she was over 19. When
SSJKK was the property owner Estelle Bassler’s
renter/tenant, named Sarah J. Karge; and however they
worked it out in City Hall down in Atlantic City, the deal
made somehow according 2 Mrs. Bassler whom I told all of U
how I had many good talks with her late last century from
her new location in Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG, and in one
particular discussion, she informed me that Sarah Karge
trashed the hotel, the Piccadilly that she had leased from
Mrs. Bassler, and Mrs. Bassler called the loan and got it
away from her, and then she burned down her hotel, the
Bolivar shortly after, in an attempt to astrally project
herself as a teenager as opposed to the mid-seventyish old
woman that she had become by the years passing into the
early seventies. Since
early 1970, she remained the astral teenager, and totally
lost her physical connection to the material realm.
She pretended 2 grow older and die after I disappeared from
the scene during this time, officially being declared dead
in October of the ‘90 year, at the age of just over 94.
She sort of wanted 2 oversee her knew physical self and
guide the family that she now was tangibly connected 2, and
the older sister was sat down at a young age and told these
powerful truths, and I was wrong 4 a long time. MC did more
than get my attention, first with the 2 letters coming
empty in my dreams from my Somerdale home in NJUSAESMWG,
and then later with her 2008 musical CD project that was
marvelous and terrific, there is and only ever will B only
one great U my Scylla, or MC now. The second thing indeed
got my full undivided attention. Remember,
2 many
coincidences, do not add up 2 a coincidence,
quote Mountainpen here if U so desire.
B4 going on, this
one isolated example with John
E. Davis
and Sigma Sound, and BH-90210 TV Show; is just that, one
isolated event I just picked right now out of totally thin
air, yet I could literally offer a listening and genuinely
interested world 1000 or more things that certainly would B
every bit as startling and riveting, and all right along
these very same lines. My stuff,
my ideas, the entire shebang, have all been robbed, used,
stolen, and down right disrespected 4 (2-4 straight
decades), B it musically related, inventions, business
plans worth a fortune, etcetera. A
countless number of my great ideas, R virtually all now in
use, but not a shredded ounce of credit has ever been
directed towards me 4 being the real legitimate creator of
any of this intellectual ducking property.
No, just keep me down, keep me unrecognized, and keep me
poor; and do it cleverly and illegally, but with no way
ever so far anyway, 4 me 2 have any good chances of proving
very much of all of these monstrous injustices. I am not
here on Earth 2 make a lot of money, or B recognized 4
squat; but still and all, is it fair 2 endlessly rip off a
person, keep him down, and those doing it get 2 live right
2 their graves, like frucking Kings and Queens and spoiled
little slit heads? No it certainly is not, and anyone
that could answer otherwise is a cold blooded prick scum
Trumpite monster, after the heart of Reagan; who forever
destroyed what once was really great about our country,
with all his greedy based bull crapola.
Gary-7 was a fantastic original Star Trek TV show
episode, but there R some on this Earth, put quite frankly,
that R here as “VISITORS
and OBSERVERS”, not on
mission 2 save anyone from a nuclear holocaust such as with
the fictional Trekker show, but instead; mostly as witness
bearing and log keeping individuals, and I have been told
in trance today by 'never mind', but she said that she
tried twice on separate occasions, apart by about 10 mortal
world years, 2 get my attention; and that she all ready
knows both who I am as well as who she is. She says I
misinterpreted her needing 2 wake up in her human dream
through my performing some fantastic miracle such as what I
recently blogged about building an integrenitrizor tunnel.
Integretrinization
is real, even Kevin
Trudeau
mentions it in some of his earlier medical HOW-2 books.
The government currently will not license any holistic
practitioner 2 use a true real working full model of this
device, it naturally would overnight simply upset just way
2 many applecart’s, and the controllers may lose control
of their power on Wall Street, as well as their governed
subjects and citizens. An in depth study into all of this
shows right down the chosen careers of MC’s parents, that
none of this that happened since my SSJKK left me in 1970,
has been randomly just done, and it is all part of a
gargantuan sized grand cosmic scheme; and that is putting
it in major understatement form. Just like the article that
miraculously managed 2 get some quick bit of exposure in
the circa of 1990 in the Scientific American Magazine
regarding tiny subatomic particles that make all of the
known to exist ones appear as galaxies in relative size, in
the future times these R labeled 'ASAPS', or Absolute
Sub Atomic Particles. A
fairly complex set of devices that will B constructed when
the metallurgists improve their state of the art and create
even lighter as well as stronger metals, as well as update
a few high dimensional formulas that math will then provide
virtually magic answers to in mans attempt 2 harness an
ultra fast spinning energy system locked not only within
the atoms themselves, but have a simultaneous connected
energy ratio with what actually causes the forces in atomic
energy 2 chain react atomically. Controlled
mega-velocitrons can B
built, and set along pathway fields, and will grow within
seconds 2 distances that R perhaps hundreds or more
galaxies away, and right
in the middle of this field is a harmless velocitronic
tunnel that any person or object can move into, and
literally B shipped like today/s parcel post, within
seconds, 2 millions of light year distances.
This is all real, and the study of Velocitronics begins
early in the 90’s. Well, I was told that since the 2
letters sent 2 me in the dream back around 1997 or so, did
not sufficiently get my attention, the Ruth Gottwald Long
Island visit would indeed, and
it did, no Miss
Chillie
doubt about it Lennie McKinnon-601.
When
Mom and I visited Heinz and Ruth Gottwald, and the nearby
Long Island New York family in 1972, and mother went back 4
a solo visit 3 years later in the summer of the ‘75 year,
who was being visited? RELATIVES, not theories, RELATIVES.
Then the E=MC SQUARED is indeed the theory of Einstein’s
RELATIVITY. This
family knew all along who I was, all the way back to the
nineteen-sixties. Relativity/relatives. Really, so how
could I miss this one? Well I didn’t. Now I have come 2
learn that this special family all know who they R, and R
sort of going through the motions and playing this
fantastic game, until the time is right, where I properly
remember all of this; and can accurately it all out in its
proper perspective. This time is soon 2 come.
MC;
our times at that lovely lake, make up 4 all of the
nightmares here at your magic
house. No
longer will I holler out your name when U jump in the
dangerous tidal waters, as UR
the MIGHTY ALL POWERFUL GODDESS SCYLLA, QUEEN
of all oceans and seas and water, and wind;
and I will always love U far beyond anything that U could
ever hope 2 know. I now await your next dream visitation,
whenever U wish 2 do it, a time of your selection and
choosing my great lovely teen-queen. U will always rule the
empire. I am your obedient servant 'THAT-
BOY-YANCY', forever more,
and have always been, never your shellfish my
990990990990990990990990990.Your sister told me the
terrible secret she also carries, I feel so much 4 both of
U, if I can ever help in any way, just say the word, U know
that my life is meaningless 2 me, only your happiness
matters.
Reality 3 has many individual parts that
will really need 2B carefully examined B4I could start 2
think it can B explained 2 my Blogaud. Last night B4 going
off 2 work, where did these slime balls attack me huge time
again, but at the Super Stale Grocery Store. This is a
constant of this sick and diseased twisted WOMO enemy of
mine, if I make a stink about a place, they get me right
back right at that place, and lightning fast. They R not
clucking into wasting lots of time. All they ever C and
focus on is spilling 5 solid frucking quarts of my innocent
blood and U wonder Y-I call these fart sniffing cult
slappers a few cursing names from time 2 time. Crissake get
real, or in my case in July of 1970, REALE, the child
molester of Somers Point, NJUSAESMNWG, GOT ME, right on and
rock on DAVE, and neither
U nor mom R missing one hell of a Richie
Ryan
party, not 1 little tucking
tiny smidgen bit, as life now is horrible, and I pray that
this entire planet blows up into quadrillions of pieces
every single frucking day, and ALL THE
DAYS of my miserable McDonald Carey life, without any
hour-glass sand.
4
right now I need my sleep and must work 2 night, so END
TRANSMISSION!!!!
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ONE
EVIL NATION UNDER BRIGGER CONTROL
TEST
THE SPIRITS AS SHE SAYS 2
REPENT
4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY
ask
and it shall B given, crumbags!!!
STILL
MORE ON REALITY-3
having
PROOF and PROVING R apples and oranges
let
us explore reality-3
FM
stands for Fantastic Miscalculation and HACKS
let's
get some real adult playground rage going
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my
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Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 18
TYING
SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
BEYOND
DEMONIC DEATH ASSAULT ON MOUNTAINPEN
I
AM BEING SUPER HACKED TODAY, FBI
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 17
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 16
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 15
Holy
Callio-COW-LEO-Holly Hollister-HH-Call-Ten
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 14
Yes
Mister PIP, Endlessness is Quite HELLISH
I'll
C-U in the Funny Papers, Mister J. Stuart, an...
BOB-BLOG
STATS 3 AM, 6-27-23, JWSC DATE 11-189
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 13
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 12, after 11-...
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter Eleven
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter Eleven
'BOM'
BLOG STATS capped in at 12:43 AM, Sunday, 6-...
Supplemental
Blog Entry #2 On 6-24-2023
'BOM'
BLOG STATS CAPPED IN on Saturday, June 24th,...
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 10
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 9-B, as 9-A w...
Blog
Stats on the 'BOM-BLOG' pasted in at quarter ...
Dear
Steve Walgreens's Parks, Chapter 8
BOM-BLOG-STATS
on first day of 2023's summer season
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 7
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 6
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 5
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 4
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 3
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 2
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 1
Supplemental
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So
far today SS, I've had a MAJOR LATE
AFTERNOON-EARLY EVENING DIAHREAH ATTACK FROM CUBAN-DEATH WEAPON
SYSTEMS, LIGHT-MEDIUM AIR ASSAULT, AND ABSOLUTELY MAJOR HEAVY
CUM-PUKE-HER BLACK-HAT HACKING ASSAULTS, AND IF
ONLY THE DAMN FBI WOULD DO THEIR JOB AND PROTECT AN INNOCENT
CITIZEN FROM THIS HELLISH DEMONIC PERSECUTION, I WOULD HAVE NOT
HAD 2 HAVE MY ENTIRE FUTHERMUCKING LIFE COMPLETELY WIPED OUT,
OBLITERATED, AND DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!
Until
I get the techy peeps fixing this machine tomorrow, I won't B able
2 do any more letter-blogs 2U, SS, as the machine is beyond
goddamn trucked up, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SIGNING
OFF AT QUARTER PAST SEVEN ON THIS SUPER SIEGE DEATH-NIGHT, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell
Sheriff KJM 2 try and look after me tomorrow, SS, please!
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Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 18
TYING
SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
BEYOND
DEMONIC DEATH ASSAULT ON MOUNTAINPEN
I
AM BEING SUPER HACKED TODAY, FBI
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 17
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 16
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 15
Holy
Callio-COW-LEO-Holly Hollister-HH-Call-Ten
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 14
Yes
Mister PIP, Endlessness is Quite HELLISH
I'll
C-U in the Funny Papers, Mister J. Stuart, an...
BOB-BLOG
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Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 13
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Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 12, after 11-...
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'BOM'
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Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 5
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Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 4
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 3
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 2
Dear
Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 1
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I AM BEING SUPER HACKED TODAY, FBI
I
AM BEING SUPER HACKED TODAY, FBI
OH
STEVE WHERE WILL THIS EVER END, YO?
11-191
late on a Thursday afternoon @ 4:46 POST MERIDIAN
Old
World Calendar Date: June 29th, 2023
Dear
Steve Walgreens Parks, Chapter 17
11-191,
Thursday afternoon, old calendar world-date-6/29/2023
BEGINNING
ME' TRANSMISSION & LETTER 2U NOW, SS!
SS;
4 the past three days, my computer mouse operated without any
problems whatsoever, and then pow; starting at around half an hour
shy of midnight on yesterday's late night, the MNR-HACK suddenly
poofed back on, again giving me lots of woe-whiz-me problems while
attempting 2 do my letter-blogging 2U, oh sir! MNR-HACK
(Mouse-Not-Responding-HACK)!
It is silly and wasteful 4 me 2 purchase a new mouse, as the hack is
inside of the machine and not the mouse, that much is obvious 2 even
computer-retard little frikkin' me, YO! FBI-ACLU-FCC,
WC @ Hague;
this death assault and illegal rights violation-hacking on me is
ILLEGAL, and U all know thisssssssssssssssss without my reminding U
of THAT!!!!!!
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 starting on this
Wednesday evening the 28th
day in June, and now into this 29th
day in June, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with
nasty air siege, and beyond major heavy computer hacking, and also
computer interference or whatever covert trickery is being employed,
SO AS 2 ENDLESSLY STOP AND PREVENT ME FROM EVER DOING ANYTHING AT
ALL WHATSOEVER ON THE INTERNET, AND ON MY COMPUTER; AND IS ALL
directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT
ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN
THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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, CG-18,
AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY
SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
THURSDAY,
JUNE 29, 2023---11-191---JWSC
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3
WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3
WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING
CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING
GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING
CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING
GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MY
BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
11:44
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
ON THURSDAY MORNING
29
JUNE, 2023
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
This
is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, and an
official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally
internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in
only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the
great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably into my mind
now; spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played
originally on the show as Mister Jason McGuire; and came back onto
the show 4 a second time, and played the part of Mister Paul
Stoddard. He was in the same approximate nightmare situation
that I've found myself in once awakening from slumber one late
morning in 1986, on the 15th
day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of
great TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis
Patrick. He was discussing in the non-jazz-Glenn
'Collinwood' mansion, or in my Flower-Wing
of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called,
'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end
of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being
tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who
seemed to want something from him; only he was totally clueless to
exactly who they all were, or even exactly what these evil and
diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The
entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time
totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collins' character,
although several other show characters also reflect my various
problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are
following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show; so as 2B
able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves,
YO!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that
is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW
2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”,
there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential
steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN; and so allow me please, 2 now
explain 2U all, just what that is. We will get into several things,
SS; such as time splits,
intentional hyperspace manipulation
control, or 4 short, (IHMC),
and also, constructively using mom's famous
'head-games' 2 operate what the Mountainpen calls on his
Morianity Bible 1995 project,
that is currently ongoing as THESE 'BOM' BLOGS; the REVISED WARREN
GROVE, NJUSAESMWG DAVID ROTH POOH-POOH-TECH, or again, shortening
that into the RWGNJDRPPT or the 'RWGNJDRPP-TECHNOLOGY'!!!!!!!!!!!
Only U, and a small handful of vely vely loyal Morians out here, SS;
know about Dave Roth, Warren
Grove, Lucille's Fudge, Kenny
Rogers' secret lover, whom some Berryville natives in Hick
Jersey-USA keep on the QTDL, as
extremely loyal fans of Kenny's; and the entire thing is so
beyond mind boggling, as U know sir; it is all Y the entire
late 2015 year went kaplooyey with the political scene, with distant
cousin Trump; and stuff never even tried 2 ever look back again,
ever since, and U know it sir; and so do a few very loyal goddessdog
Morians out there in this world of hog puke on
steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I say 2 much more right now, it
will B my ass, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES WIN
Today
was a bit like the past few, other than for the fact that I
experienced no major nightmares B4 beginning my hellish day. I woke
up at about ten past four this afternoon, and disconnected my
lightning communications system 2 begin the day, and an hour or so
later retrieved my mail and finally received a package that I was
waiting 4, thinking this would then B-A good day 4 me, only, it was
most certainly NAUGHT, lovely Mizz 1983-B.
Naught one wee bit!!!!!!!!! Now this was slightly B4 the 'Mowry
Pull-Plug' date of life-altering April 11th of this
year, SS; and there is a lot more 2 say and it will get told 2U.
Today is JWSC-Thursday, 11-191, and without any aid from Star Trek,
star dates, or Captain Shatner Kirk's; let me tell U that a powerful
revelation struck me recently, and my lovely LIGHTNING
GODDESS CONFIRMED IT, only SHE told me not 2B2 directly specific
here, and 4 me 2 use a more round about way of telling this
2U, on this 17th letter-blog up here in the future when
referenced 2 the 'MPP'-days. It seems
that recent major events in the world, 4 the very first time, has
caused me a little bit of termporary SHORT-TERM-MAGIC, and if U don't
get my indirect telling of this deal, we will need 2 do another meet
at the park, as DIANA said if I say it directly, the magic will
definitely be halted, simple as that, YO BRRR!
Saturday,
March 18, 2023
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
021
12:32
Ante' Meridian
An
hour or so later on, a major party in the community room began. This
went from roughly twenty minutes after six through twenty minutes
past nine. Obviously like the New Years Party back on Doctor-DAGS-BD
or the 31st
of last December, we now R gonna' B having these parties on
all holidays, and yes, this was indeed good ole' Saint P-Day, was it
naught? Things of course here R never even close 2 the way that they
were back at the PEEHA joint,
thank the Goddess. Also, the Community Room closes down on the final
week of month #5 (May) and remains off season and closed until early
in December, each year. This is due 2 the snowbird money-peeps who R
able 2 afford going north 4 the very hot summer season, each year. So
I just take it all in stride and soon the season will B over, just
over two more months now, so 'TEE-HEE-HEE',--------Mizz
Lilly Munster, and WHAAAAA-HA-AHA as well, Mister
1971 McNulty. But shall we now get down 2 cases, oh
SS??????????????????????????????????????
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
But
there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that, as well as
just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day
of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and
'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace (1984) ©
1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was
playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986,
and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly
frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in
Northwest Atlantic City; I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel
one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz
Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint',
Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am
mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my
daughter
and her distant cousin Mizz
Leticia Tilley R
absolute lookalike's, separated only BY
SOME BIZARRE age-time
barrier, or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this
outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the
Claridge Casino Hotel in the summer-time in 1986, this gorgeous girl
came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I
appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash
in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than
two decades in the darn future on the future
television show called, “Law & Order”, on the
episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe,
“Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”,
and hey buddy, U-R correct. Sure we do, and anyone out here who
claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2
themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely
nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic
items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing
unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in
many areas of life, B it financially, as well as numerous other
facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other
people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans,
beginning with Moses
and from which most of the original following British
Common Law ideas all sprang from,
leading to current days here in America and our laws, that all
basicly regulate legal rights, or try 2 anyway; as giving people the
maximum rights under these laws, right up 2 the
point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights
of another human being.
This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught
folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down
into endlessly more complex items, and then continue 2B ever
increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become
more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with
anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life.
It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able
2 receive proper education so as 2 then go on and enter into some
successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other
things that can bring success, money, & the whole deal. However,
the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If
people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded
precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life;
I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box
daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the
Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King
is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she
did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009; from Judge
Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later
as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister
D.J. Trump used that blog
and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point;
substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan,
NYUSAESMWG of '5th
Avenue', with his 'shooting someone
story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple
days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that
many of U heard as well. This asshole sports figure of celebrity
status was drunk, and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city, on
a public street; and he killed at least one person; and GOT
TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this, we all know that
I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND
BARS
4 THE REST OF MY MOTHER *******
LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always
give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law; but
I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS)
JUSTICE SYSTEM, not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
This
very same legal system has permitted these snot eating diseased
filthy stick licking slobs that I now call the 'Spammenies' to
destroy MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND GET 100% TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT.
They sit around drinking and laughing at me, jeering and mocking me
with their powerful-people syndrome, that
includes all those things
that my Morianity lists
throughout my 17+ year blogging
project since early January of 2006; and I can go on and on
but if I do I will get completely totally sick
2 my mother ******* stomach, YO BRAHHH!!!! They all know that
this thing was done 2 me and it destroyed my entire life, with this
ICPE-APE-TECH nightmare. And
nobody cared one bit, nor will anyone. Then they use the world of the
psych to point their satanic demonic judgmental fingers at me, and
call me a looney-tune crazy nut-job crack-pot, with their
mother ******* DSM PSYCH BOOK as a tool 2 endlessly back up their
evil deeds from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
THAT, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
remember good folks when I told U all about the television show
called, “THE OUTER LIMITS”, the old and
original 1960's shows, and not that 'remade junk of
zero-talent' from 30 years later on? It began with the pilot episode
with the radio station with the call letters of 'KXKVI'
and the great 'Maxwell' family who owned the station out in
California. The title of the show was “The
Galaxy Being”. First, many HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
things in my 'FUTURE' were all a part of this television show, as
many of U absolutely know; and I absolutely
KNOW THAT U KNOW IT 2 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, those four DEMO TUNES done on April 30 and May 1, in the year
of 1980; were done at a small little studio on the attic floor of a
music store in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Russel's School of
Music, on Beidamin Avenue, right across Highway #70 from the Garden
State Racetrack; and (my computer just froze
and acted up and got weird), right now, while I was typing
that part of this story out onto this blog, at precisely 2:37 AM; and
I am coming 2 believe now that between half past two and half past
three in the moUUUUUUUrning, is some weird new time for the diseased
frikkin' Spammenies 2 use their demonic trickery on me
with these outlandish and bizarre cum-puke-her and utility HACKS ON
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, it makes sense at least a
little wee bit 2 the mother ******* Mountainpen now, as my MacAfee
system is on and scanning, and this is always what causes these
things. I LOVE IT WHEN ****
HAS A RATIONAL HUMAN REALM
EXPLANATION, GOOD FOLKS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1992;
a big fat bar buzzing, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”,
will now be a bit belatedly chimed out, from
the one and only illustrious, Sir Chester-Frank!
Okay, so the name of that little music studio was called MAXFIELD,
and no, not MAXWELL, still; when
something as gigantic as what happened 2 me in middle 1980 with those
music demo tunes that were done in a place beginning with “MAX”,
and then we compare it 2 that show, TOL, where this radio station
that plays music as radio stations R there 2 do, and having the same
first syllable name of “MAX”, well folks, pun intended yes; I
don't turn a blind eye to any of those '1400 non-pressed vampire
bats' from just southeast of the dog pound, especially when so much
more is yet 2B told, and here it comes, great people out there: In
this show titled, “The
Galaxy Being”, on the “TOL”
from the 1960's; the station was on a highway, number 601 as in Lenny
McKinnon the 1980 record promoter of Philadelphia, and all
glittering daughters everywhere, and then we have the
frequency numbers, '1820' on the
dial, as in a slight re-scrambling into the four great Mountainpen
digits, 1-8-0-2, and matching
the apartment number at Robin Hill where indeed, those 4-DEMO TUNES
were recorded, after my just moving into that place; YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey
Cuzz-Don ole' boy, wanna' gimme' a
'BRAAAAAAAKE', SIR??????? Hey CUZZ, U have some
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE darn
dog affinity with those digits 2, right??????????????? (88022), all
that's missing is the BOTBAR-1 digit, and you're 2 dog-darn smart 2
incorporate that digit into it. Hey, I got your number, BROADCASTED
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
'WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Mister Nixon Sir',
maybe 'you're naught a crook', and maybe your saintly mother
was looking down on U from the 'great-beyond' while U were there that
last day of your presidency on the White House Lawn, and naught Pike,
& with or without Julia, but then U did have IL-'daut-Julie'.
Still, everything I say on these blogs is true, and U know this more
than anyone reading this now from the Earth-Plane, don't U oh great
kind sir? Peeps; this dude was naught a bad guy, and not even
remotely as rotten as others today who wish 2 use his legacy as a
platform 2 wipe out this nation forever. Talk about that fantastic
'outer-limits', and the great SAFET, when we indeed incorporate that
into this entire mess from DOGTOWN. The episode following that pilot
episode is the one with the imposter-president. How much SAFET do we
need folks B4 we R able 2 ever properly awaken, and C the realities
going on here? SAFET is so powerful that words fail me folks. What
does blow my mind beyond any Thaxton-Marcucci-1969-MB (mind-blow) is
simply thisssssss: It should B totally obvious 4 anyone
out here 2 put at least enough of this incredible crapola together,
so that U would tell other peeps about this
blog, only U never do, and U seem 2 wish 2 keep it all 2
yourself. Hey I'm just guessing, as how can I know what is in your
minds; oh Blogaudians? 4U2CYI am beyond 1969-TMMB here, is at least 4
me as obvious and self evident as it gets; only I've
learned naught 2 ever try and know anything that I have no legitimate
way 2 really B able 2 know, as it only leads 2 utter
frustration and feelings of eventual anger and despair; and so I
refuse 2 entertain that behavior ever again, as once; I did make a
real habit out of doing thisssssss; oh lovely
Mizz
1983 Luccisnakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay
folks, time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As
we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as
human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C
ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall
averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have
Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And
insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do
in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged
out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought
level; this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this
stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and
that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we
perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race.
This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that
is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the
Plancktime, or the 'timeless Purgatory', 'Pre-big-bang'. In the
Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing
knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply
B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an
endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know
possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited
human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow
limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as
a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time,
whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves.
So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C
here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go
onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar
winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, 2
make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald
Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by
constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous
formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as
Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that
go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2
advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped
by the Civilization
Advancement
Prevention
system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire
thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate
Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at
least its title as I have not seen the show, nor plan 2 do so; but
the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane
(Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we
need 2 actually move physically, since things become physical from
any interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time
dimension as well, as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in
and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated
into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely
focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the
disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and
any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B
contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing
fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well
as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in
a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics
eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative
perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2
us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond
singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other
words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute
their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime
cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT,
or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y
energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a
result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless
focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually
endless interactions. In the physical reality where things
are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and
distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth. Sometimes in my
Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from
Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB',
in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in
1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's}
upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all
correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless
Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B
remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic
beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values
(the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out
into the 5th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2
speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the
most recharging needs. It is sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt
transistor radio battery from 1966, to a car battery of 2023. They
both do what they do, and one simply needs more charging and is able
2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. So work
is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot;
and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named
title, without even using the word; I am finally able 2
fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced
4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught
U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!
Keep
going, it all makes sense, IPYT!!!!!!!
The
entire mess is and alwas was, about the
great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and yes SS, IT
ALWAYS WILL B; and this allows me 2 convert the real Purgatorial
truths into our realm, where we need 2 live inside of a time
dimension, where we have our mind converted into physical-brain
interactions 2 this physical plane of material and caporial life
existence, on this Earth-Planet. All of this connects directly into
what I will now call, my days of “HIGHVIEW-2”, and meaning the
second of my two stays in that residence, the mighty Highview
Apartments, of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, along with the stuff that
all went down while I was living there from spring time 1994, until
late summer time of 1996. My only year
living there that was in full at 'H-2', was good old 1995, which
perfectly matched the great highway number of so much inconceivably
powerful junk in my life. Yes the nationally famous road
that is known 2 the drug cartel and illegal gun runner trade peeps,
is often refered 2 as the iron-pipeline. I
of course C that marvelous interstate as more of a magical
road that leads 2 all sorts of
intricate hyperdimensional locales, at least 4 me!!!!!!!
Shall I move on now with the great SINGULARITY, who has placed an
existence of ITSELF in the timeless purgatory's capitol city of the
capitol province, known astrally as the city of Sarah
Krassle, and converted mortally into the English language
system as the words, Sahasra Dal Kanwal,
creating HER life there, creating HER parents, HER mighty VIQUEENS,
and so much more; and that most advanced soul travelers, and great
Eckists, R either not permitted 2 dare discuss; or simply don't know
about it all. When I was in my great search and quest in the middle
nineteen-nineties 2 locate this msyterious girl from my boyhood
times, in the worlds most famous playground,
that is known as Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG; things took off like a
thousand star ships, with Crusher and Kazinski controlling the
'STM-helm'!!!!! Wanna' cut me a brake,
Margie Leo?
GEE-WHIZ
FIZZ SS; COULD IT B THIS MONSTER GODDESSDOG HACKING TODAY AND LAST
NIGHT IS ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT I HAVE COME 2 LABEL AS 'MEDPORT DINER
SPRING TIME 1985 RED-WARNING-FLAGS'??????????
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER
NY-NY-MACY-STACEY-SPACEFORCE, Agents Condor & Falcon,
WPIX-1988-UFO-Cover Up, TV-SHOW???!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HACKING IS OFF THE CHARTS UP HERE IN LATE JUNE OF
2023, SS!!!!!
Sunday, September 21,
2008
magic winds, slamming doors, and
come-true-dreams
“MAGIC WINDS, SLAMMING DOORS, and
COME-TRUE-DREAMS”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995,
ETCETERA
FUTURE GOOGLE DATE/TIME-STAMPED GRAND JURY
TESTIMONY AT THE HAGUE, OR WORLD COURT/TRIBUNAL
DATFILE:
092108.415.55 ----- BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
First off I will say
simply this, when I left the death house in Somerdale,
NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of the ‘98 year, I wrote a book
called, “I Am Here and Surviving”. I could perhaps call
these internet blogs the 21st
century equivalent to this sitch from a decade and 2 seasons
ago.
Karen,
I called U and left a message as I do once per week minimum,
now that I am still here and alive. I had wonderful ideas
about a blog share and website share club and everyone, what
else is new; treated me like skit and ignored me. Please C
what U can find out and Google and get back 2 me. There has 2B
an all ready existing ‘something’, although I know that my
idea was better and a real legitimate money maker. My mother
worked part time long ago for Esquire Magazine, and I came 2
learn first hand from her, that advertising and this business
in general is probably the largest, or one of the top five 2B
in, especially in an entrepreneur situation. The
money would B a side benefit, the idea was the promotion of
unknown persons blogs and websites. If a boring
blog written by a celebrity is destined 2 get all the hits
while an incredible blog such as mine, due 2 no name
recognition on any significant scale, causes it 2 virtually
get lost as a single star in the galaxy of internet chatter
and gossip; some new thing needs B set up where many persons
can judge 4 themselves, and learn where 2 go 2 find such
non-ordinary chatters such as mine. There should B a rating
scale. Not trying here 2 toot a horn,
but please, what could Britney
or Jessica, or any of
them say that would stand up against the eternal importance of
my family, and its 2000
year old curse, and
my infinite existence or my awareness anyway, of it?
Card counters will relate totally 2 what I now
have 2 say here. If U marry a wild person with mood swings,
and is extremely bi-polar 2 the point that even the quill and
all other sike-meds have little significant value 4
normalizing and or stabilizing the patient’s condition, and
let us now 4 sake of this example say that U-R like I am, into
charting things, and U learn that this difficult dangerous
spouse has on average 3 seriously bad days out of each ten,
only it balances out after 50 or 100, and is not that simple 2
count 3 out of a 10 day period, subtract good days, and then
know about how many more OK days R remaining B4 the next bout
of 30% is due; but say that U eventually pretty much have it
computed and can know when sort of a spell of good or bad
times is just ahead. Now, U can know this as U have the
problem, and have gone 2 great measures 2 calculate the
formula, so that U can indeed start recognizing expectable
mood patterns and behaviors, and thus B braced 4 them as well
as being extra ready 2 deal with the situation; right B4 it
just snaps up into your face, and catches U unprepared. Now
compare yourself with say friends and family members of this
difficult spouse of yours, that come to visit, B it
occasionally or frequently. They walk into your home with no
idea of anything except 4 the knowledge that indeed the person
is difficult, and will upon occasion, snap and make everybody
totally miserable, but there is no real way 2 know or predict
the when’s. This ability is simply not available, hence,
they simply take their chances, as they R playing so 2 speak a
cosmic game here, within the grander scheme cosmic game that
continuously surrounds and is integrally a part of all of us
frail poor humans, as they choose 2 come over 4 a visit. But U
on the other hand, R living in one long part of this cosmic
game, and have the mathematics 2 it basically plotted out in a
trustworthy statistical manner. This is
what I was referring 2 regarding being able 2 cheat at
gambling, by keeping track of all of the numbers say at
roulette that ever come up 4U while UR at tables, and then
reducing this 2 a formula where U indeed can with real honest
trusted reliability, B able 2 return 2 a following game and
know which 4 or 5 or so numbers out of the 38, that will have
a much higher than the 38:1 chance for each coming out, as
this would B your real odds if U were not charting and playing
ONE-LONG-RUN-PLAY-GAME.
All of life is no different. It all works this way, and as
Gawky says, is totally Y the Gawnum works and exists, and is
taught as a basic beginners course at the Teck-Bay
Mystery School of the
Province of Olympia
on the Astral Plane.
Here is a little bit more about what
mortals feel more comfortable with in wordage, the
DREAM-CHANNEL. Maybe cable
TV will get an idea here, as many ideas get used, and I do not
really care; but I am not referring here 2 a television
channel and having one dedicated to the research of dreams and
dreaming, etcetera. What I am talking about is the way U
remember what happens in non waking human world interactions,
that U use your PHYSICAL BODY in order 2 have, as opposed 2
your DREAMS, or starry or spiritual, or
glorified, or phantom, or ghost, or ASTRAL body, in
order 2 have. Rose Shakespeare, UR
wearing me out this moUrning!!!!!!! Ever since the
inception of my ‘problem’ with ‘Otamm-MO’ in the
middle nineteen eighties, should I have Major
Astral Interactive Waking World Return Memories, I
will shorten and abbreviate this 2 an abridged, [MAIWWRM], or
we can more easily from now on refer to a pronunciation of a
new Poor Richard-Russell word I will now create, called
MAYWORM. I will B harping on mayworm so let us create this
word now and then B done with it, but I will indeed from time
2 time remind people what MAYWORM is and means, not 2 worry,
fret, sweat, or Congressman Greatvoice Whatever Andrews. Wow,
tell me the Briggers and I do not have an astral world
connection-BIG TIME, go ahead. Roseanne Cash sure knows it,
she may not have understood it when she sang her 1981 song,
but if she reads these Elmer-Bwogs, she sure does now. There
is a very good explainable reason YI am so connected 2 the EW.
Let us all go out and purchase a Hyundai, I mean really, DERR,
DUHH!!!!!!!!! Back on the mayworm point, 4 now if permitted.
So after my persecution nightmare started up upon returning
from the 5 month interactive nightmare with Donna
Summer, in Harrah Sarah’s
other Atlantic City, where do U think they got that
idea. B real, come on? Aniwho, MC, MC, and all other non-MC’s,
this was shortly after the August of 1986 nightmare, somehow
heard on my power drained FBI, PK-TODD telephone by powerful
Scott Ransom Disgruntled People, or [SRDP] as they will B
future referenced 2 in another
new abbrev, remember my hiding the bug in my car in the ‘88
year and the story where this Jersey licensed Real Estate
broker told me the wild thing and not the sixties girl? So
moving on MCANMC’s, this dream channel Billy Mahoney of the
FLATLINERS MOVIE thing is very real, and they must have heard
me and Dave Roth on the phone as we often discussed all of
this and heard many an illegal click click tap tap. Since
moving here, I lose dial tone and cannot make outgoing calls
many times, as well as no one can make incoming calls 2 me nor
leave any voicemail messages, and next week I am complaining 2
Verizon 4 the 3rd time, and if this problem does not get
rectified, my letter will B off into
the United States mail system 2 the PUC or Public Utilities
Commission, I am very tired of 25 years or so of these
continuous trucking utilities games, Gaines
Callio Snotters.
When
I went 2 JFK Airport, in Queens New York; I felt a powerful
force all around me a week ago Tuesday or 12 days back on
9/9/8. Today ends summer, thank the gods, and Goddess Scylla
Jehovah Herself began my summer this year with a cosmic big
bang, and wow has this been a lulu of a summer. Jesus Christ
All Mighty. The power I felt was touched on blogs a while ago,
in earlier Morianity; and is called
the Jessup Force. I feel it around Trenton
and Princeton, and then anywhere near the borderline of
Queens and LINY. A mentally
challenged individual can CY. Wilson Jessup was talked about,
and his family knew the great Carlos Allende or Carl Allen 4
short, and their relative was
murdered by the Millionth Council.
They put him in a mild trance
with a hypnotic transmitter and told him 2 start up his car in
his garage and lay in the seat and die, and he did, it is all
in books only not explained as it is here, regarding the
BERMUDA-TRIANGLE. I
almost got raped by a giant
employee that fell 4 me at the airport, she scared the hell
out of me, but I will admit that she was a major beauty queen.
I have no interest at all any more, my life is 2 serve the All
Mighty, and then hopefully soon thereafter, 2B released from
this awful prison that U all call life and love so dearly, 4
reasons that my mind is incapable of starting 2 fathom and
conceive of. The drive in New York’s rush hour traffic was
putrid and hell. I got through it, but when I got home, Mariah
was with me all night long in my ‘dreams’, and I cannot
blog details, she said if I do she will personally come over
and kick my butt. She said this in the dreams, but so did
Lottery-Cat say the winning number back in the autumn of the
‘80 year, and sure enough, the next day, out it came in a
digit-box, just as Gawky said that it would, so I will shut
up. Just this week, she also said that I would C her today. I
woke up scared, and took Dawn Tuesday 2 Atlantic City, and on
the way back she wanted 2 stop at the Pleasantville
Rent-A-Center store, and no sooner were we in there, when the
entire wall of large screen plasma televisions, filled the
entire left side of the store room, with who else, while they
all were tuned 2 some VH1 or MTV type of music channel,
who else, as she said, “tomorrow U
will C me”, yes I sure did, and just as U said I
would, beautiful Queen Mariah. I have a lot more 2 say. Motor
Cycles and planes and noise is all over, not quite as bad as
yesterday, and Friday was bad, but not as bad as Thursday. My
blogging scares these murk coughs, and I have not even begun
yet, not a small start, so just know that, and
worry, ya damn slobs. You’ll all get yours,
and it will B accomplished without my having 2 break
any laws or ordinances.
End Transmission:
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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 damn
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: I wonder
if in the future, other means 2 shut me up with that song, will take
place in a magical office in hyperspace somewhere, and owned by a
dude called Mister Mowry,
who also will own some LAKEFRONT PROPERTY,
and run a boat rental business 2 boot, way up a decade in the future
somewhere; huh all great balloon blimps and
baseball-WS-wins????????????????????
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU
"You'll Be Crossing Over"
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983-2012
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 ducking 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 trucking 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-----W
does 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 damn-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 BAHHCK 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-fried toast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
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 master
chess game moves, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a
game of the gods, but who seems to care about any of 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, a
real 'MILFER'S DREAM', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, June 29, 2023
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Having PROOF and PROVING R Apples and
Oranges
“HAVING PROOF AND PROVING ARE APPLES AND
ORANGES”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995. DATFILE:
092708.457
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Back
when the show with car kicker/breaker Shannon
Dougherty, called BH-90210 was
new early in the nineties, a keyboard out of perhaps 100
various possible amateur home type keyboards, was used in
the show where Brenda’s dad was playing music with it,
Brenda being Shannon, and it was not only the same board
that I used from Radio Shack Tandy roughly 4 years earlier,
but I used it 2 copyright the song mentioned often in my
blogging, called, “Prophet of Nothing”, sort of a pun
and play on words, me being cute or trying 2 at least, but
the EW decided 2 get way cuter than I could ever have
gotten. EW, Entertainment World, also known in truer higher
reality as residence and followers of the Briggbase of the
Astral Plane, and joiners of the Lambrigger Cult. Now on
one particular 90210 show where Brenda’s dad was playing
with the keyboard that I happen 2 use 4 years or give or
take a bit, on my originally written song, not only was the
same board used in this then famous and high rated and
watched series on television, but they even set the board 2
the very same beat out of 100 possible beats or so, that my
song was set on. The odds of a random chance 4 this R very
simple 2 calculate, about 100 beats/rhythms and about 100
of those type of available keyboards used 4 home non-pro
use, dictates multiplying 100 times 100 or 10,000 to one
chance against this being simply a coincidence. The Soap
Channel carried this rerun one afternoon last week or the
week B4, and I have waited 4 the right time 2 get into
this. Also, look at another set of hard 2 dismiss or
dispute claims and facts that I make. B4-I tell U, I just
got tucking screwed, with 4 ones on my rock chucking clock.
Miss Dirt bag
ho Jane Monster Slapper Fonda strikes again,
so let me attempt quickly 2 compensate,
55555555555555555555555. Loud dirt bag traffic sounds and
aerial slit is also rearing its rock chucking head today,
and struck as soon as I typed and the key-worm-saw me go
55555555555555. First, they know I was channel surfing that
night, believe me they know. If
they can do complex keystroke worm violations against
people’s privacy with these PC devices, think how simple
it would B4 them 2 hook into your cable TV channels being
watched. They know that those
back and forths of Brenda and Kelly
drove me wild, and were more than long enough 4 running
what I came to term without any pun intended,
'an-ejac-shot'. So they put that show on, and made it first
of course, all ready knowing that I eventually would C it,
and get my chops busted. But
the marathon race to the Proof Avenue Courthouse Stairs is
not yet over, so do not count me out yet slugger boys.
I used 2 know a fine man involved with the
famous 2 Philadelphia Sigma Sound Recording Studio,
back in my days of employment at the RPL Sound Studios and
Labs from the ‘79 year into the ‘81 year. He invited me
on one occasion over 2 his very nice Northeast Philadelphia
section home, and I met his very fine and may I add, at the
time, extremely hot wife. The
name of this studio musical arranger was John
E. Davis,
yes, the same man who UC credited after all of the Beverly
Hills 90210 TV show ends, and yes; he also was the musical
arranger for their 90210 theme on the show.
Now U really want and expect me 2 not C how industry people
that obviously all connect together and know each other, as
it is with any and all industries, especially in the ever
growing world of networking marketing strategies, where U
play this game or else go home bankrupt and dead, and all
knew about my public work copyrighted in 1988, well B4 the
90210 show ever came 2B; and
decided 2 use the idea and again out of about 10,000 home
board rhythms, mine was picked 4 the show,
but natch, never a morsel tad bit of recognition ever comes
2 me as a result; not even a torn Christmas card from the
industry of puss drinking sub-scum, apologizing in the
holiday spirit 4 all of the evil skit that they indeed have
stolen from me, and was done 2 me.
I am strictly
forbidden 2 ever talk again, publicly about MC’s stairs
and the monstrous thing that I witnessed at her home there
pertaining 2 them, back when she was but a child of 2-3.
Her older sister knows an incredible lot of things about
me, and told me so, I cannot blog any more on this ever,
either. What I can admit 2 is that I met God in Atlantic
City in 1966 on Tennessee Avenue up near the boardwalk. She
left me in 1970, and returned again 2 me, part of a
powerful covert branch of the mighty TAWF. In 1980 when I
resided at 1802 Robin Hill, and went 9 years forward in
time illusion 2 interact with a beautiful tall long dark
haired queen that was singing a very special song 2 me, it
was MC. She was but 10 in the time that I fell off 2 sleep,
but 9 years later when it was 1989, she was over 19. When
SSJKK was the property owner Estelle Bassler’s
renter/tenant, named Sarah J. Karge; and however they
worked it out in City Hall down in Atlantic City, the deal
made somehow according 2 Mrs. Bassler whom I told all of U
how I had many good talks with her late last century from
her new location in Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG, and in one
particular discussion, she informed me that Sarah Karge
trashed the hotel, the Piccadilly that she had leased from
Mrs. Bassler, and Mrs. Bassler called the loan and got it
away from her, and then she burned down her hotel, the
Bolivar shortly after, in an attempt to astrally project
herself as a teenager as opposed to the mid-seventyish old
woman that she had become by the years passing into the
early seventies. Since
early 1970, she remained the astral teenager, and totally
lost her physical connection to the material realm.
She pretended 2 grow older and die after I disappeared from
the scene during this time, officially being declared dead
in October of the ‘90 year, at the age of just over 94.
She sort of wanted 2 oversee her knew physical self and
guide the family that she now was tangibly connected 2, and
the older sister was sat down at a young age and told these
powerful truths, and I was wrong 4 a long time. MC did more
than get my attention, first with the 2 letters coming
empty in my dreams from my Somerdale home in NJUSAESMWG,
and then later with her 2008 musical CD project that was
marvelous and terrific, there is and only ever will B only
one great U my Scylla, or MC now. The second thing indeed
got my full undivided attention. Remember,
2 many
coincidences, do not add up 2 a coincidence,
quote Mountainpen here if U so desire.
B4 going on, this
one isolated example with John
E. Davis
and Sigma Sound, and BH-90210 TV Show; is just that, one
isolated event I just picked right now out of totally thin
air, yet I could literally offer a listening and genuinely
interested world 1000 or more things that certainly would B
every bit as startling and riveting, and all right along
these very same lines. My stuff,
my ideas, the entire shebang, have all been robbed, used,
stolen, and down right disrespected 4 (2-4 straight
decades), B it musically related, inventions, business
plans worth a fortune, etcetera. A
countless number of my great ideas, R virtually all now in
use, but not a shredded ounce of credit has ever been
directed towards me 4 being the real legitimate creator of
any of this intellectual ducking property.
No, just keep me down, keep me unrecognized, and keep me
poor; and do it cleverly and illegally, but with no way
ever so far anyway, 4 me 2 have any good chances of proving
very much of all of these monstrous injustices. I am not
here on Earth 2 make a lot of money, or B recognized 4
squat; but still and all, is it fair 2 endlessly rip off a
person, keep him down, and those doing it get 2 live right
2 their graves, like frucking Kings and Queens and spoiled
little slit heads? No it certainly is not, and anyone
that could answer otherwise is a cold blooded prick scum
Trumpite monster, after the heart of Reagan; who forever
destroyed what once was really great about our country,
with all his greedy based bull crapola.
Gary-7 was a fantastic original Star Trek TV show
episode, but there R some on this Earth, put quite frankly,
that R here as “VISITORS
and OBSERVERS”, not on
mission 2 save anyone from a nuclear holocaust such as with
the fictional Trekker show, but instead; mostly as witness
bearing and log keeping individuals, and I have been told
in trance today by 'never mind', but she said that she
tried twice on separate occasions, apart by about 10 mortal
world years, 2 get my attention; and that she all ready
knows both who I am as well as who she is. She says I
misinterpreted her needing 2 wake up in her human dream
through my performing some fantastic miracle such as what I
recently blogged about building an integrenitrizor tunnel.
Integretrinization
is real, even Kevin
Trudeau
mentions it in some of his earlier medical HOW-2 books.
The government currently will not license any holistic
practitioner 2 use a true real working full model of this
device, it naturally would overnight simply upset just way
2 many applecart’s, and the controllers may lose control
of their power on Wall Street, as well as their governed
subjects and citizens. An in depth study into all of this
shows right down the chosen careers of MC’s parents, that
none of this that happened since my SSJKK left me in 1970,
has been randomly just done, and it is all part of a
gargantuan sized grand cosmic scheme; and that is putting
it in major understatement form. Just like the article that
miraculously managed 2 get some quick bit of exposure in
the circa of 1990 in the Scientific American Magazine
regarding tiny subatomic particles that make all of the
known to exist ones appear as galaxies in relative size, in
the future times these R labeled 'ASAPS', or Absolute
Sub Atomic Particles. A
fairly complex set of devices that will B constructed when
the metallurgists improve their state of the art and create
even lighter as well as stronger metals, as well as update
a few high dimensional formulas that math will then provide
virtually magic answers to in mans attempt 2 harness an
ultra fast spinning energy system locked not only within
the atoms themselves, but have a simultaneous connected
energy ratio with what actually causes the forces in atomic
energy 2 chain react atomically. Controlled
mega-velocitrons can B
built, and set along pathway fields, and will grow within
seconds 2 distances that R perhaps hundreds or more
galaxies away, and right
in the middle of this field is a harmless velocitronic
tunnel that any person or object can move into, and
literally B shipped like today/s parcel post, within
seconds, 2 millions of light year distances.
This is all real, and the study of Velocitronics begins
early in the 90’s. Well, I was told that since the 2
letters sent 2 me in the dream back around 1997 or so, did
not sufficiently get my attention, the Ruth Gottwald Long
Island visit would indeed, and
it did, no Miss
Chillie
doubt about it Lennie McKinnon-601.
When
Mom and I visited Heinz and Ruth Gottwald, and the nearby
Long Island New York family in 1972, and mother went back 4
a solo visit 3 years later in the summer of the ‘75 year,
who was being visited? RELATIVES, not theories, RELATIVES.
Then the E=MC SQUARED is indeed the theory of Einstein’s
RELATIVITY. This
family knew all along who I was, all the way back to the
nineteen-sixties. Relativity/relatives. Really, so how
could I miss this one? Well I didn’t. Now I have come 2
learn that this special family all know who they R, and R
sort of going through the motions and playing this
fantastic game, until the time is right, where I properly
remember all of this; and can accurately it all out in its
proper perspective. This time is soon 2 come.
MC;
our times at that lovely lake, make up 4 all of the
nightmares here at your magic
house. No
longer will I holler out your name when U jump in the
dangerous tidal waters, as UR
the MIGHTY ALL POWERFUL GODDESS SCYLLA, QUEEN
of all oceans and seas and water, and wind;
and I will always love U far beyond anything that U could
ever hope 2 know. I now await your next dream visitation,
whenever U wish 2 do it, a time of your selection and
choosing my great lovely teen-queen. U will always rule the
empire. I am your obedient servant 'THAT-
BOY-YANCY', forever more,
and have always been, never your shellfish my
990990990990990990990990990.Your sister told me the
terrible secret she also carries, I feel so much 4 both of
U, if I can ever help in any way, just say the word, U know
that my life is meaningless 2 me, only your happiness
matters.
Reality 3 has many individual parts that
will really need 2B carefully examined B4I could start 2
think it can B explained 2 my Blogaud. Last night B4 going
off 2 work, where did these slime balls attack me huge time
again, but at the Super Stale Grocery Store. This is a
constant of this sick and diseased twisted WOMO enemy of
mine, if I make a stink about a place, they get me right
back right at that place, and lightning fast. They R not
clucking into wasting lots of time. All they ever C and
focus on is spilling 5 solid frucking quarts of my innocent
blood and U wonder Y-I call these fart sniffing cult
slappers a few cursing names from time 2 time. Crissake get
real, or in my case in July of 1970, REALE, the child
molester of Somers Point, NJUSAESMNWG, GOT ME, right on and
rock on DAVE, and neither
U nor mom R missing one hell of a Richie
Ryan
party, not 1 little tucking
tiny smidgen bit, as life now is horrible, and I pray that
this entire planet blows up into quadrillions of pieces
every single frucking day, and ALL THE
DAYS of my miserable McDonald Carey life, without any
hour-glass sand.
4
right now I need my sleep and must work 2 night, so END
TRANSMISSION!!!!
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BEGINNING
ME' TRANSMISSION & LETTER 2U NOW, SS!
SS;
4 the past three days, my computer mouse operated without any
problems whatsoever, and then pow; starting at around half an hour
shy of midnight on yesterday's late night, the MNR-HACK suddenly
poofed back on, again giving me lots of woe-whiz-me problems while
attempting 2 do my letter-blogging 2U, oh sir! MNR-HACK
(Mouse-Not-Responding-HACK)!
It is silly and wasteful 4 me 2 purchase a new mouse, as the hack is
inside of the machine and not the mouse, that much is obvious 2 even
computer-retard little frikkin' me, YO! FBI-ACLU-FCC,
WC @ Hague;
this death assault and illegal rights violation-hacking on me is
ILLEGAL, and U all know thisssssssssssssssss without my reminding U
of THAT!!!!!!
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 starting on this
Wednesday evening the 28th
day in June, and now into this 29th
day in June, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with
nasty air siege, and beyond major heavy computer hacking, and also
computer interference or whatever covert trickery is being employed,
SO AS 2 ENDLESSLY STOP AND PREVENT ME FROM EVER DOING ANYTHING AT
ALL WHATSOEVER ON THE INTERNET, AND ON MY COMPUTER; AND IS ALL
directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT
ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN
THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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, CG-18,
AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY
SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
THURSDAY,
JUNE 29, 2023---11-191---JWSC
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3
WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3
WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING
CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING
GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING
CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING
GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MY
BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
11:44
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
ON THURSDAY MORNING
29
JUNE, 2023
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
This
is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, and an
official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally
internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in
only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the
great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably into my mind
now; spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played
originally on the show as Mister Jason McGuire; and came back onto
the show 4 a second time, and played the part of Mister Paul
Stoddard. He was in the same approximate nightmare situation
that I've found myself in once awakening from slumber one late
morning in 1986, on the 15th
day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of
great TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis
Patrick. He was discussing in the non-jazz-Glenn
'Collinwood' mansion, or in my Flower-Wing
of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called,
'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end
of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being
tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who
seemed to want something from him; only he was totally clueless to
exactly who they all were, or even exactly what these evil and
diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The
entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time
totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collins' character,
although several other show characters also reflect my various
problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are
following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show; so as 2B
able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves,
YO!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that
is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW
2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”,
there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential
steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN; and so allow me please, 2 now
explain 2U all, just what that is. We will get into several things,
SS; such as time splits,
intentional hyperspace manipulation
control, or 4 short, (IHMC),
and also, constructively using mom's famous
'head-games' 2 operate what the Mountainpen calls on his
Morianity Bible 1995 project,
that is currently ongoing as THESE 'BOM' BLOGS; the REVISED WARREN
GROVE, NJUSAESMWG DAVID ROTH POOH-POOH-TECH, or again, shortening
that into the RWGNJDRPPT or the 'RWGNJDRPP-TECHNOLOGY'!!!!!!!!!!!
Only U, and a small handful of vely vely loyal Morians out here, SS;
know about Dave Roth, Warren
Grove, Lucille's Fudge, Kenny
Rogers' secret lover, whom some Berryville natives in Hick
Jersey-USA keep on the QTDL, as
extremely loyal fans of Kenny's; and the entire thing is so
beyond mind boggling, as U know sir; it is all Y the entire
late 2015 year went kaplooyey with the political scene, with distant
cousin Trump; and stuff never even tried 2 ever look back again,
ever since, and U know it sir; and so do a few very loyal goddessdog
Morians out there in this world of hog puke on
steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I say 2 much more right now, it
will B my ass, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN
MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA
MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES WIN
Today
was a bit like the past few, other than for the fact that I
experienced no major nightmares B4 beginning my hellish day. I woke
up at about ten past four this afternoon, and disconnected my
lightning communications system 2 begin the day, and an hour or so
later retrieved my mail and finally received a package that I was
waiting 4, thinking this would then B-A good day 4 me, only, it was
most certainly NAUGHT, lovely Mizz 1983-B.
Naught one wee bit!!!!!!!!! Now this was slightly B4 the 'Mowry
Pull-Plug' date of life-altering April 11th of this
year, SS; and there is a lot more 2 say and it will get told 2U.
Today is JWSC-Thursday, 11-191, and without any aid from Star Trek,
star dates, or Captain Shatner Kirk's; let me tell U that a powerful
revelation struck me recently, and my lovely LIGHTNING
GODDESS CONFIRMED IT, only SHE told me not 2B2 directly specific
here, and 4 me 2 use a more round about way of telling this
2U, on this 17th letter-blog up here in the future when
referenced 2 the 'MPP'-days. It seems
that recent major events in the world, 4 the very first time, has
caused me a little bit of termporary SHORT-TERM-MAGIC, and if U don't
get my indirect telling of this deal, we will need 2 do another meet
at the park, as DIANA said if I say it directly, the magic will
definitely be halted, simple as that, YO BRRR!
Saturday,
March 18, 2023
MPN—2023--CHAPTER
021
12:32
Ante' Meridian
An
hour or so later on, a major party in the community room began. This
went from roughly twenty minutes after six through twenty minutes
past nine. Obviously like the New Years Party back on Doctor-DAGS-BD
or the 31st
of last December, we now R gonna' B having these parties on
all holidays, and yes, this was indeed good ole' Saint P-Day, was it
naught? Things of course here R never even close 2 the way that they
were back at the PEEHA joint,
thank the Goddess. Also, the Community Room closes down on the final
week of month #5 (May) and remains off season and closed until early
in December, each year. This is due 2 the snowbird money-peeps who R
able 2 afford going north 4 the very hot summer season, each year. So
I just take it all in stride and soon the season will B over, just
over two more months now, so 'TEE-HEE-HEE',--------Mizz
Lilly Munster, and WHAAAAA-HA-AHA as well, Mister
1971 McNulty. But shall we now get down 2 cases, oh
SS??????????????????????????????????????
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet.
But
there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that, as well as
just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day
of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and
'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace (1984) ©
1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was
playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986,
and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly
frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in
Northwest Atlantic City; I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel
one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz
Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint',
Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am
mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my
daughter
and her distant cousin Mizz
Leticia Tilley R
absolute lookalike's, separated only BY
SOME BIZARRE age-time
barrier, or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this
outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the
Claridge Casino Hotel in the summer-time in 1986, this gorgeous girl
came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I
appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash
in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than
two decades in the darn future on the future
television show called, “Law & Order”, on the
episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe,
“Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”,
and hey buddy, U-R correct. Sure we do, and anyone out here who
claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2
themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely
nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic
items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing
unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in
many areas of life, B it financially, as well as numerous other
facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other
people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans,
beginning with Moses
and from which most of the original following British
Common Law ideas all sprang from,
leading to current days here in America and our laws, that all
basicly regulate legal rights, or try 2 anyway; as giving people the
maximum rights under these laws, right up 2 the
point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights
of another human being.
This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught
folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down
into endlessly more complex items, and then continue 2B ever
increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become
more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with
anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life.
It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able
2 receive proper education so as 2 then go on and enter into some
successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other
things that can bring success, money, & the whole deal. However,
the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If
people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded
precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life;
I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box
daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the
Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King
is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she
did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009; from Judge
Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later
as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister
D.J. Trump used that blog
and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point;
substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan,
NYUSAESMWG of '5th
Avenue', with his 'shooting someone
story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple
days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that
many of U heard as well. This asshole sports figure of celebrity
status was drunk, and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city, on
a public street; and he killed at least one person; and GOT
TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this, we all know that
I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND
BARS
4 THE REST OF MY MOTHER *******
LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always
give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law; but
I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS)
JUSTICE SYSTEM, not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
This
very same legal system has permitted these snot eating diseased
filthy stick licking slobs that I now call the 'Spammenies' to
destroy MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND GET 100% TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT.
They sit around drinking and laughing at me, jeering and mocking me
with their powerful-people syndrome, that
includes all those things
that my Morianity lists
throughout my 17+ year blogging
project since early January of 2006; and I can go on and on
but if I do I will get completely totally sick
2 my mother ******* stomach, YO BRAHHH!!!! They all know that
this thing was done 2 me and it destroyed my entire life, with this
ICPE-APE-TECH nightmare. And
nobody cared one bit, nor will anyone. Then they use the world of the
psych to point their satanic demonic judgmental fingers at me, and
call me a looney-tune crazy nut-job crack-pot, with their
mother ******* DSM PSYCH BOOK as a tool 2 endlessly back up their
evil deeds from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
THAT, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
remember good folks when I told U all about the television show
called, “THE OUTER LIMITS”, the old and
original 1960's shows, and not that 'remade junk of
zero-talent' from 30 years later on? It began with the pilot episode
with the radio station with the call letters of 'KXKVI'
and the great 'Maxwell' family who owned the station out in
California. The title of the show was “The
Galaxy Being”. First, many HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
things in my 'FUTURE' were all a part of this television show, as
many of U absolutely know; and I absolutely
KNOW THAT U KNOW IT 2 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, those four DEMO TUNES done on April 30 and May 1, in the year
of 1980; were done at a small little studio on the attic floor of a
music store in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Russel's School of
Music, on Beidamin Avenue, right across Highway #70 from the Garden
State Racetrack; and (my computer just froze
and acted up and got weird), right now, while I was typing
that part of this story out onto this blog, at precisely 2:37 AM; and
I am coming 2 believe now that between half past two and half past
three in the moUUUUUUUrning, is some weird new time for the diseased
frikkin' Spammenies 2 use their demonic trickery on me
with these outlandish and bizarre cum-puke-her and utility HACKS ON
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, it makes sense at least a
little wee bit 2 the mother ******* Mountainpen now, as my MacAfee
system is on and scanning, and this is always what causes these
things. I LOVE IT WHEN ****
HAS A RATIONAL HUMAN REALM
EXPLANATION, GOOD FOLKS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1992;
a big fat bar buzzing, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”,
will now be a bit belatedly chimed out, from
the one and only illustrious, Sir Chester-Frank!
Okay, so the name of that little music studio was called MAXFIELD,
and no, not MAXWELL, still; when
something as gigantic as what happened 2 me in middle 1980 with those
music demo tunes that were done in a place beginning with “MAX”,
and then we compare it 2 that show, TOL, where this radio station
that plays music as radio stations R there 2 do, and having the same
first syllable name of “MAX”, well folks, pun intended yes; I
don't turn a blind eye to any of those '1400 non-pressed vampire
bats' from just southeast of the dog pound, especially when so much
more is yet 2B told, and here it comes, great people out there: In
this show titled, “The
Galaxy Being”, on the “TOL”
from the 1960's; the station was on a highway, number 601 as in Lenny
McKinnon the 1980 record promoter of Philadelphia, and all
glittering daughters everywhere, and then we have the
frequency numbers, '1820' on the
dial, as in a slight re-scrambling into the four great Mountainpen
digits, 1-8-0-2, and matching
the apartment number at Robin Hill where indeed, those 4-DEMO TUNES
were recorded, after my just moving into that place; YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey
Cuzz-Don ole' boy, wanna' gimme' a
'BRAAAAAAAKE', SIR??????? Hey CUZZ, U have some
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE darn
dog affinity with those digits 2, right??????????????? (88022), all
that's missing is the BOTBAR-1 digit, and you're 2 dog-darn smart 2
incorporate that digit into it. Hey, I got your number, BROADCASTED
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
'WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Mister Nixon Sir',
maybe 'you're naught a crook', and maybe your saintly mother
was looking down on U from the 'great-beyond' while U were there that
last day of your presidency on the White House Lawn, and naught Pike,
& with or without Julia, but then U did have IL-'daut-Julie'.
Still, everything I say on these blogs is true, and U know this more
than anyone reading this now from the Earth-Plane, don't U oh great
kind sir? Peeps; this dude was naught a bad guy, and not even
remotely as rotten as others today who wish 2 use his legacy as a
platform 2 wipe out this nation forever. Talk about that fantastic
'outer-limits', and the great SAFET, when we indeed incorporate that
into this entire mess from DOGTOWN. The episode following that pilot
episode is the one with the imposter-president. How much SAFET do we
need folks B4 we R able 2 ever properly awaken, and C the realities
going on here? SAFET is so powerful that words fail me folks. What
does blow my mind beyond any Thaxton-Marcucci-1969-MB (mind-blow) is
simply thisssssss: It should B totally obvious 4 anyone
out here 2 put at least enough of this incredible crapola together,
so that U would tell other peeps about this
blog, only U never do, and U seem 2 wish 2 keep it all 2
yourself. Hey I'm just guessing, as how can I know what is in your
minds; oh Blogaudians? 4U2CYI am beyond 1969-TMMB here, is at least 4
me as obvious and self evident as it gets; only I've
learned naught 2 ever try and know anything that I have no legitimate
way 2 really B able 2 know, as it only leads 2 utter
frustration and feelings of eventual anger and despair; and so I
refuse 2 entertain that behavior ever again, as once; I did make a
real habit out of doing thisssssss; oh lovely
Mizz
1983 Luccisnakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay
folks, time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As
we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as
human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C
ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall
averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have
Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And
insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do
in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged
out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought
level; this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this
stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and
that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we
perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race.
This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that
is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the
Plancktime, or the 'timeless Purgatory', 'Pre-big-bang'. In the
Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing
knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply
B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an
endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know
possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited
human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow
limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as
a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time,
whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves.
So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C
here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go
onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar
winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, 2
make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald
Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by
constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous
formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as
Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that
go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2
advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped
by the Civilization
Advancement
Prevention
system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire
thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate
Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at
least its title as I have not seen the show, nor plan 2 do so; but
the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane
(Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we
need 2 actually move physically, since things become physical from
any interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time
dimension as well, as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in
and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated
into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely
focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the
disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and
any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B
contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing
fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well
as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in
a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics
eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative
perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2
us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond
singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other
words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute
their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime
cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT,
or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y
energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a
result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless
focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually
endless interactions. In the physical reality where things
are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and
distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth. Sometimes in my
Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from
Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB',
in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in
1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's}
upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all
correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless
Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B
remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic
beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values
(the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out
into the 5th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2
speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the
most recharging needs. It is sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt
transistor radio battery from 1966, to a car battery of 2023. They
both do what they do, and one simply needs more charging and is able
2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. So work
is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot;
and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named
title, without even using the word; I am finally able 2
fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced
4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught
U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!
Keep
going, it all makes sense, IPYT!!!!!!!
The
entire mess is and alwas was, about the
great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and yes SS, IT
ALWAYS WILL B; and this allows me 2 convert the real Purgatorial
truths into our realm, where we need 2 live inside of a time
dimension, where we have our mind converted into physical-brain
interactions 2 this physical plane of material and caporial life
existence, on this Earth-Planet. All of this connects directly into
what I will now call, my days of “HIGHVIEW-2”, and meaning the
second of my two stays in that residence, the mighty Highview
Apartments, of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, along with the stuff that
all went down while I was living there from spring time 1994, until
late summer time of 1996. My only year
living there that was in full at 'H-2', was good old 1995, which
perfectly matched the great highway number of so much inconceivably
powerful junk in my life. Yes the nationally famous road
that is known 2 the drug cartel and illegal gun runner trade peeps,
is often refered 2 as the iron-pipeline. I
of course C that marvelous interstate as more of a magical
road that leads 2 all sorts of
intricate hyperdimensional locales, at least 4 me!!!!!!!
Shall I move on now with the great SINGULARITY, who has placed an
existence of ITSELF in the timeless purgatory's capitol city of the
capitol province, known astrally as the city of Sarah
Krassle, and converted mortally into the English language
system as the words, Sahasra Dal Kanwal,
creating HER life there, creating HER parents, HER mighty VIQUEENS,
and so much more; and that most advanced soul travelers, and great
Eckists, R either not permitted 2 dare discuss; or simply don't know
about it all. When I was in my great search and quest in the middle
nineteen-nineties 2 locate this msyterious girl from my boyhood
times, in the worlds most famous playground,
that is known as Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG; things took off like a
thousand star ships, with Crusher and Kazinski controlling the
'STM-helm'!!!!! Wanna' cut me a brake,
Margie Leo?
GEE-WHIZ
FIZZ SS; COULD IT B THIS MONSTER GODDESSDOG HACKING TODAY AND LAST
NIGHT IS ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT I HAVE COME 2 LABEL AS 'MEDPORT DINER
SPRING TIME 1985 RED-WARNING-FLAGS'??????????
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER
NY-NY-MACY-STACEY-SPACEFORCE, Agents Condor & Falcon,
WPIX-1988-UFO-Cover Up, TV-SHOW???!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HACKING IS OFF THE CHARTS UP HERE IN LATE JUNE OF
2023, SS!!!!!
Sunday, September 21,
2008
magic winds, slamming doors, and
come-true-dreams
“MAGIC WINDS, SLAMMING DOORS, and
COME-TRUE-DREAMS”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995,
ETCETERA
FUTURE GOOGLE DATE/TIME-STAMPED GRAND JURY
TESTIMONY AT THE HAGUE, OR WORLD COURT/TRIBUNAL
DATFILE:
092108.415.55 ----- BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
First off I will say
simply this, when I left the death house in Somerdale,
NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of the ‘98 year, I wrote a book
called, “I Am Here and Surviving”. I could perhaps call
these internet blogs the 21st
century equivalent to this sitch from a decade and 2 seasons
ago.
Karen,
I called U and left a message as I do once per week minimum,
now that I am still here and alive. I had wonderful ideas
about a blog share and website share club and everyone, what
else is new; treated me like skit and ignored me. Please C
what U can find out and Google and get back 2 me. There has 2B
an all ready existing ‘something’, although I know that my
idea was better and a real legitimate money maker. My mother
worked part time long ago for Esquire Magazine, and I came 2
learn first hand from her, that advertising and this business
in general is probably the largest, or one of the top five 2B
in, especially in an entrepreneur situation. The
money would B a side benefit, the idea was the promotion of
unknown persons blogs and websites. If a boring
blog written by a celebrity is destined 2 get all the hits
while an incredible blog such as mine, due 2 no name
recognition on any significant scale, causes it 2 virtually
get lost as a single star in the galaxy of internet chatter
and gossip; some new thing needs B set up where many persons
can judge 4 themselves, and learn where 2 go 2 find such
non-ordinary chatters such as mine. There should B a rating
scale. Not trying here 2 toot a horn,
but please, what could Britney
or Jessica, or any of
them say that would stand up against the eternal importance of
my family, and its 2000
year old curse, and
my infinite existence or my awareness anyway, of it?
Card counters will relate totally 2 what I now
have 2 say here. If U marry a wild person with mood swings,
and is extremely bi-polar 2 the point that even the quill and
all other sike-meds have little significant value 4
normalizing and or stabilizing the patient’s condition, and
let us now 4 sake of this example say that U-R like I am, into
charting things, and U learn that this difficult dangerous
spouse has on average 3 seriously bad days out of each ten,
only it balances out after 50 or 100, and is not that simple 2
count 3 out of a 10 day period, subtract good days, and then
know about how many more OK days R remaining B4 the next bout
of 30% is due; but say that U eventually pretty much have it
computed and can know when sort of a spell of good or bad
times is just ahead. Now, U can know this as U have the
problem, and have gone 2 great measures 2 calculate the
formula, so that U can indeed start recognizing expectable
mood patterns and behaviors, and thus B braced 4 them as well
as being extra ready 2 deal with the situation; right B4 it
just snaps up into your face, and catches U unprepared. Now
compare yourself with say friends and family members of this
difficult spouse of yours, that come to visit, B it
occasionally or frequently. They walk into your home with no
idea of anything except 4 the knowledge that indeed the person
is difficult, and will upon occasion, snap and make everybody
totally miserable, but there is no real way 2 know or predict
the when’s. This ability is simply not available, hence,
they simply take their chances, as they R playing so 2 speak a
cosmic game here, within the grander scheme cosmic game that
continuously surrounds and is integrally a part of all of us
frail poor humans, as they choose 2 come over 4 a visit. But U
on the other hand, R living in one long part of this cosmic
game, and have the mathematics 2 it basically plotted out in a
trustworthy statistical manner. This is
what I was referring 2 regarding being able 2 cheat at
gambling, by keeping track of all of the numbers say at
roulette that ever come up 4U while UR at tables, and then
reducing this 2 a formula where U indeed can with real honest
trusted reliability, B able 2 return 2 a following game and
know which 4 or 5 or so numbers out of the 38, that will have
a much higher than the 38:1 chance for each coming out, as
this would B your real odds if U were not charting and playing
ONE-LONG-RUN-PLAY-GAME.
All of life is no different. It all works this way, and as
Gawky says, is totally Y the Gawnum works and exists, and is
taught as a basic beginners course at the Teck-Bay
Mystery School of the
Province of Olympia
on the Astral Plane.
Here is a little bit more about what
mortals feel more comfortable with in wordage, the
DREAM-CHANNEL. Maybe cable
TV will get an idea here, as many ideas get used, and I do not
really care; but I am not referring here 2 a television
channel and having one dedicated to the research of dreams and
dreaming, etcetera. What I am talking about is the way U
remember what happens in non waking human world interactions,
that U use your PHYSICAL BODY in order 2 have, as opposed 2
your DREAMS, or starry or spiritual, or
glorified, or phantom, or ghost, or ASTRAL body, in
order 2 have. Rose Shakespeare, UR
wearing me out this moUrning!!!!!!! Ever since the
inception of my ‘problem’ with ‘Otamm-MO’ in the
middle nineteen eighties, should I have Major
Astral Interactive Waking World Return Memories, I
will shorten and abbreviate this 2 an abridged, [MAIWWRM], or
we can more easily from now on refer to a pronunciation of a
new Poor Richard-Russell word I will now create, called
MAYWORM. I will B harping on mayworm so let us create this
word now and then B done with it, but I will indeed from time
2 time remind people what MAYWORM is and means, not 2 worry,
fret, sweat, or Congressman Greatvoice Whatever Andrews. Wow,
tell me the Briggers and I do not have an astral world
connection-BIG TIME, go ahead. Roseanne Cash sure knows it,
she may not have understood it when she sang her 1981 song,
but if she reads these Elmer-Bwogs, she sure does now. There
is a very good explainable reason YI am so connected 2 the EW.
Let us all go out and purchase a Hyundai, I mean really, DERR,
DUHH!!!!!!!!! Back on the mayworm point, 4 now if permitted.
So after my persecution nightmare started up upon returning
from the 5 month interactive nightmare with Donna
Summer, in Harrah Sarah’s
other Atlantic City, where do U think they got that
idea. B real, come on? Aniwho, MC, MC, and all other non-MC’s,
this was shortly after the August of 1986 nightmare, somehow
heard on my power drained FBI, PK-TODD telephone by powerful
Scott Ransom Disgruntled People, or [SRDP] as they will B
future referenced 2 in another
new abbrev, remember my hiding the bug in my car in the ‘88
year and the story where this Jersey licensed Real Estate
broker told me the wild thing and not the sixties girl? So
moving on MCANMC’s, this dream channel Billy Mahoney of the
FLATLINERS MOVIE thing is very real, and they must have heard
me and Dave Roth on the phone as we often discussed all of
this and heard many an illegal click click tap tap. Since
moving here, I lose dial tone and cannot make outgoing calls
many times, as well as no one can make incoming calls 2 me nor
leave any voicemail messages, and next week I am complaining 2
Verizon 4 the 3rd time, and if this problem does not get
rectified, my letter will B off into
the United States mail system 2 the PUC or Public Utilities
Commission, I am very tired of 25 years or so of these
continuous trucking utilities games, Gaines
Callio Snotters.
When
I went 2 JFK Airport, in Queens New York; I felt a powerful
force all around me a week ago Tuesday or 12 days back on
9/9/8. Today ends summer, thank the gods, and Goddess Scylla
Jehovah Herself began my summer this year with a cosmic big
bang, and wow has this been a lulu of a summer. Jesus Christ
All Mighty. The power I felt was touched on blogs a while ago,
in earlier Morianity; and is called
the Jessup Force. I feel it around Trenton
and Princeton, and then anywhere near the borderline of
Queens and LINY. A mentally
challenged individual can CY. Wilson Jessup was talked about,
and his family knew the great Carlos Allende or Carl Allen 4
short, and their relative was
murdered by the Millionth Council.
They put him in a mild trance
with a hypnotic transmitter and told him 2 start up his car in
his garage and lay in the seat and die, and he did, it is all
in books only not explained as it is here, regarding the
BERMUDA-TRIANGLE. I
almost got raped by a giant
employee that fell 4 me at the airport, she scared the hell
out of me, but I will admit that she was a major beauty queen.
I have no interest at all any more, my life is 2 serve the All
Mighty, and then hopefully soon thereafter, 2B released from
this awful prison that U all call life and love so dearly, 4
reasons that my mind is incapable of starting 2 fathom and
conceive of. The drive in New York’s rush hour traffic was
putrid and hell. I got through it, but when I got home, Mariah
was with me all night long in my ‘dreams’, and I cannot
blog details, she said if I do she will personally come over
and kick my butt. She said this in the dreams, but so did
Lottery-Cat say the winning number back in the autumn of the
‘80 year, and sure enough, the next day, out it came in a
digit-box, just as Gawky said that it would, so I will shut
up. Just this week, she also said that I would C her today. I
woke up scared, and took Dawn Tuesday 2 Atlantic City, and on
the way back she wanted 2 stop at the Pleasantville
Rent-A-Center store, and no sooner were we in there, when the
entire wall of large screen plasma televisions, filled the
entire left side of the store room, with who else, while they
all were tuned 2 some VH1 or MTV type of music channel,
who else, as she said, “tomorrow U
will C me”, yes I sure did, and just as U said I
would, beautiful Queen Mariah. I have a lot more 2 say. Motor
Cycles and planes and noise is all over, not quite as bad as
yesterday, and Friday was bad, but not as bad as Thursday. My
blogging scares these murk coughs, and I have not even begun
yet, not a small start, so just know that, and
worry, ya damn slobs. You’ll all get yours,
and it will B accomplished without my having 2 break
any laws or ordinances.
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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 damn
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: I wonder
if in the future, other means 2 shut me up with that song, will take
place in a magical office in hyperspace somewhere, and owned by a
dude called Mister Mowry,
who also will own some LAKEFRONT PROPERTY,
and run a boat rental business 2 boot, way up a decade in the future
somewhere; huh all great balloon blimps and
baseball-WS-wins????????????????????
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU
"You'll Be Crossing Over"
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983-2012
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 ducking 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 trucking 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-----W
does 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 damn-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 BAHHCK 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-fried toast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
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 master
chess game moves, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a
game of the gods, but who seems to care about any of 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, a
real 'MILFER'S DREAM', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 Skitrunt
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 damn 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 taken 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.
Whoever
is hacking me on this machine is going 2B about the sorriest
futhermucking person or group in the recorded history of homosapien
civilization, and this is a perfectly legal statement
since all of my counterstrikes R done completely LEEEEEEEGALLY,
as CUZZ-DJT would say that so well back during his presidency
times, and yes; my practice of religion is
part of my totally legal MAGNESONIC SYSTEM, protected me under the
great and awsome illustrious UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION,
PTL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FBI;
MY 'MNR-HACK', IS OFF THE FUTHERMUCKING SCALE, AND I WILL NEED 2 END
THIS BLOG, AND TOMORROW I 'LL TAKE MY GODDESSDOG CUM-PUKE-HER BACK 4
MAJOR REPAIRS, 2 MY TECHY-JOINT IN
PSL-FL-USA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO MIGHTY
WONDERFUL SS!!!!!!!!!! Don't B shocked when my MAGGIE wipes U out,
whoever U-R,
futhermucker/s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BYE-BYE-SS,
STAY COOL IF U CAN; AS MANY PEEPS KNOW, THIS
SOUTHERN PART OF AMERICA
IS ON FIRE,
AND HAS BEEN 4 A WHILE. I AM A GREAT FAN OF MISTER MUIR, AND
HIS WONDERFUL STREAMING WORLD NEWS SERVICE; AND HE WILL TELL U THIS,
IF U DON'T BELIEVE ME, YO BRAH!!!!!
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NAUGHT LIVING BACK IN BERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY-USA, WITH THE MIGHTY
WASHCLOTH-KING FAMILY, OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN!
BUTTERCHEESE---BUTTTTTTTTT,
big ass BUTT
and
but oh sir and associate-pal; it is Wednesday early evening at
precisely 5:55 Post Meridian, a time that exists 730 times annually
on three out of four years and 732 times on the 4th
leap-years.
It is a time that I absolutely love and cherish and it compensates 4
what that horrible evil witch Mizz Jane Notfondaheroneweebit did 2
me, back in the spring time of 1993, at the Atlanta
Braves, GEORGIA-USA Baseball Park.
A night that I am simply incapable of ever forgetting nor relegating
it one small wee bit into a lower memory level with less intesnse
hatred generated. Some things, and I didn't make this up oh sir, “R
just simply naught forgivable”.
What my
mom
and
lovely
Patty HHH
did
2 me, would fall into that category as well, oh
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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STEVE WALGREEN'S PARKS, CHAPTER
16
11:37
POST MERIDIAN, LATE WEDNESDAY NIGHT, JUNE 28, 2023
JEWELLY
WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR date is 11-190
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 on this Wednesday evening the
28th
day in June, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with
nasty air siege, and nasty computer hacking, or whatever covert
trickery is being employed, SO AS 2 ENDLESSLY STOP AND PREVENT ME
FROM EVER DOING ANYTHING AT ALL WHATSOEVER ON THE INTERNET, AND ON MY
COMPUTER; AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT
ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN
THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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, CG-18,
AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
All
the items in cosmos are out of 81
possible realities, with some of
them connected
into each other, while others NOT..
Krystal's
Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE
How
peeps make internet and computers work is so far effing beyond me Sir
SWAP, that words fail me. I cannot make anything work no
matter how ******* *** **** ****** ****** ***** ********* ***
************* ****** bleepity-bloopity futhermucking damn ass HARD I
TRY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! The Copyright © Office told me they would
E-MAIL me my 29 musical project file showing all 29 of my projects,
ending on July 3rd of 2013 with my final 29th
project, titled, “You'll B Crossing Over”,
and so far it is not up there. If it was, SS, I would have CAPPED it
into this blog 4U2C the damn ass thing, but no damn ass dice, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I try and click an address verification on my
'MD-LIVE', and the only 2 passcodes ever used or usernames, or
WHATEVER; just failed and I couldn't do squat. I NEVER EVER EVER
NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER EVER NEVER, CAN DO
ANYTHING ON THIS GODDAMN FUTHERMUCKING ROTTEN INTERNET.
EITHER I AM THE BIGGEST ROCK CHUCKING RUNT SLAPPING DUMMY IN THE
ENTIRE WORLD, OR ELSE THE BUNT TAPPING SPACEFORCE-SPAMENNIES
R ENDLESSLY PERSECUTING ME, AND NEVER QUIT THEIR TACTICS OF
PREVENTING ME FROM DOING ONE DAMN THING ON THIS ROCK CHUCKING
INTERNET, EVER, NEVER!!!!
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WAXING
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WAXING
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ME' OLE' BUDDY; 2 ME IT WAS
YESTERDAY BACK AT 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, AND U
DOING THE LOIS FOCA SONG WITH ME!!!
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If anyone in this entire universe knows how 2 stop
this SPACEFORCE from endlessly hurting me
SIR SWAP, I would surely freaking appreciate them revealing
this information 2 me. Dawn's family and
especially Dawn-Marie herself, mocked and teased my HUUUUUUUGE
woe-whiz-me troubles with my daughter, every single
time we would drive nearby 2 this place. Jim Burr used 2 say quite
often that there was a special place reserved in Dogtown 4 used
car salesmen. I say there R most definitely
sub-regeons where far worse than this deal is indeed saved 4 those
who mock and jeer peeps already down 4 the 10 count, and
still keep on punching and kicking and even LAUGHING AND
JEERING AT THEM AND THEIR SPILLED
BLOOD
ALL OVER THE MAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FBI,
FCC, ACLU; the MNR-HACK is back, and
BIG
HYPERTIME 2, AFTER A 3 DAY HALT! Yes, if anyone
can find me PEE,
it is U, my genius
hyperspace daughter,
WOW!
Earlier this evening
around dusk somewhere, I fell under
another one of my endless and ALWAYS, air death siege assaults by the
SPACEFORCE, SIR SWAP, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA;
THIS IS NOT A DRILL, OH KIND SIR, AND PLEASE SS; TELL
HIM THAT THIS IS NO DAMN ASS DRILL!!!!!!!
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12:29
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
ON THURSDAY MORNING
29
JUNE, 2023
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
This
is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, and an
official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally
internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in
only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the
great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably into my mind now;
spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played originally
on the show as Mister Jason McGuire; and came back onto the show 4 a
second time, and played the part of Mister Paul Stoddard. He was
in the same approximate nightmare situation that I've found myself in
once awakening from slumber one late morning in 1986, on the 15th
day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of great
TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis
Patrick. He was discussing in the non-jazz-Glenn
'Collinwood' mansion, or in my Flower-Wing
of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called,
'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end
of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being
tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who
seemed to want something from him; only he was totally clueless to
exactly who they all were, or even exactly what these evil and
diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The
entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time
totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collins' character,
although several other show characters also reflect my various
problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are
following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show; so as 2B
able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves,
YO!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that
is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW
2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”,
there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential
steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN; and so allow me please, 2 now
explain 2U all, just what that is. We will get into several things,
SS; such as time splits,
intentional hyperspace manipulation
control, or 4 short, (IHMC),
and also, constructively using mom's famous
'head-games' 2 operate what the Mountainpen calls on his
Morianity Bible 1995 project,
that is currently ongoing as THESE 'BOM' BLOGS; the REVISED WARREN
GROVE, NJUSAESMWG DAVID ROTH POOH-POOH-TECH, or again, shortening
that into the RWGNJDRPPT or the 'PWGNJDRPP-TECHNOLOGY'!!!!!!!!!!!
Only U, and a small handful of vely vely loyal Morians out here, SS;
know about Dave Roth, Warren
Grove, Lucille's Fudge, Kenny
Rogers' secret lover, whom some Berryville natives in Hick
Jersey-USA keep on the QTDL, as
extremely loyal fans of Kenny's; and the entire thing is so beyond
mind boggling, as U know sir; it is all Y the entire late 2015
year went kaplooyey with the political scene, with distant cousin
Trump; and stuff never even tried 2 ever look back again, ever
since, and U know it sir; and so do a few very loyal goddessdog
Morians out there in this world of hog puke on
steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I say 2 much more right now, it
will B my ass, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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‘TEST
THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’
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Well,
I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2
this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty
CHEMTRAIL
was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2
drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car,
at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy
McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people,
the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B
discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny
tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a
similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has
long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC,
“Mister President Lincoln”, so think how far the MILITUFORCE
is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine.
Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If
they wanna' keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on
counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school,
who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and
mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO.
Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something
about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam
Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and
finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not;
I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R
closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U
really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not
implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am;
and now I do trust her, as I know U have some
fantastic
plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery,
great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased
LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil
rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic
life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this
outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in
this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a
brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of
the bag that
I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part
should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this
much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty
SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine
into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should
always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother
Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought
wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply
shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing
many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now
B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the
ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James
Version or KJV or the 'HOLY' and 'whole complete' total idea and
mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not
from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some
cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your
own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result
of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic
Briggbase residents, or the evil
Lambrigger
Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less
knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as
exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates
me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken,
homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor
health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on
a
daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives
me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2
play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in
the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money,
and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the
Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So
Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the
TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other
examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was
determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty
words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.
Over
the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were
all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was
in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well
muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling
to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird
and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were
on the New York Knicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me
in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and
plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room
towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up
the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone
in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange
interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long
and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride
home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my
waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the
nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of
temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps
that were over the Delaware River were all written with things,
such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'. This was a wild
and far out “DREAM” pal.
Well
Father Lucci and Demi Moore, that was NO DREAM, was it?
In
closing, the main reason that LAMBRIGGER CULTISTS hate me, is
that I would have been able 2 defeat their wickedness against me,
and in my own strength; and breaking a Lawtronic/Biblical
rule/LAW. This is when I was taught by 'lightning', from my
bathtub in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied
PE 2 the game of Roulette,
or how 2 use the APE-2R,
as she laughingly described it 2 me when I fell asleep that
afternoon in a nice warm early spring bath tub, in my apartment,
called the 'HIGHVIEW'.
Things R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie Terra
the terrible, and some incredible thing will eventually transpire
in this marvelous scary and far out MARHOUSE. Don’t get all
excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along
with your advertising gang, coincidence, just chalk it up 2 that,
right? HA!!!!!!!!! Mervelous Merv, and Marvelous
Marhouses, all not withstanding; let me now
C if Satan the Devil, will let me post this blog up B4 the
closing bell on their cheated and controlled fixed Dow
Jones, SEC??
BYE-BYE
all, 4 now. I will C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER
FWUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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STILL
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About Me, in case you care, but
why would you when my story is so far beyond what my favorite color
or food or song is, that it is beyond nonsense to me, while in this
ridiculous life and hell. Hope your life turned out better than mine
did, Katy Queendairies from lovely 1997.
-
theansweristheqyuestion
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Not boring, without hesitation
nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing, that out
of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild
ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Katy
Queendairies from lovely 1997, boy oh boy oh boy, UGG (you go girl).
This
16th
letter
2U, SS; terminates transmission and yes Colaman-2, I did get your
note in the box this afternoon, wow what a super hot day!!!!!!!
Holy
Holly Hollister for crying out loud. My
mom would go thermo-nuclear
back at apartment # 1802, and those days in the very
early eighties when I would
keep calling Patty, 'Patty Hollister'.
She had a real short fuse for reasons only
known by her. She would mention something about her, and
then I would correct her, and repeat the name of HOLLISTER; and
she would flip out, and so I would begin to make her
crazy, or as they would word it today in these new times, I
would really push her buttons. But
my mom, and her buttons, had reasons. We all have reasons
why we are so goddamn sensitive to things, and the largest reason for
most of us is when we don’t want someone to get onto something that
is being covered up by them, so as to prevent you from learning or
understanding something. So
why did both Patty herself and my mother, conspire to keep my
daughter from me? I’ve given a few good reasons
but never talked about something that Mister SWAP said a long while
back after we had only known each other for about half a year. I
won’t be tackling this today other than for a quick opening. You
heard me say my immature nature was one reason, but think about it.
Would someone deny a person knowledge of
their own damn daughter just because of that, for crissake?
The answer pretty much should be no. But he has a really good idea
for why this was all done to me, and if he is right, I would have to
unlearn a lot of lucking slit, and then be
willing to relearn major new skit about my
entire family. We can go here later on Mister Rockford
Filespunch, oh Sir. Still, 1969, the holy-holly
non-Hollister
song, the whole damn smack, what is it truly all about; and can we
even dream somehow someday of getting 2 the bottom of all of the many
YYYYYYY’s??????? So how can we ignore Sir
1969 Russ Thaxton, and his connections with the great
“L&O”-TV-show Detective Olivia
Benson and her father Joe
Hollister, along with this stuff,
Mister Car Salesman Gagnus of Philadelphia?
None of that trucking bullskit, Bob Gagnus Sir. Then all these
ducking damn death siege parallel events that never ever quit, as in
James Tiberius Burr and his great 1976
Bicentennial year ‘CONTINUE
SYNDROME’ of
endlessness, for eating hot slit and crying out louder
than Dogtown. We have the pre-Gulf Wars military operations known as
the Dark Shadows/Donna
Summer initials, both of them, not even
allowing a small doubt of ‘coincidentalness’ here, called DESERT
SHIELD followed shortly thereafter by
DESERT STORM.
More recently we have the McCarthy vote. Then even more recently we
just had the debt ceiling problems and wo-whiz-me’s. How can anyone
out here tell me with a straight trucking poker face that I am
imagining all of this for 40 years, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’
BRAHHHH!!! It is 2:00 now and my blog word
count shows 6,847 words;
and I’ve told you nothing yet, so let’s get to it
peeps!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA-BIT Metsker and Fwuuuud! Eight million divided
by nine thousand, equals a rounded up-off '889'. This is the
approximate number of years of a minnina-kalpa
of astral
interaction. This is an
average based on the way interactions may cause time to feel if back
on a mortal plane of physical existence. Astrally,
it is one and the same thing. We
think it, and it is. That is
just the way the purgatory is, and yes; it is not some instantaneous
causing of effects to then go on and happen. It
is the same thing. In energy, the thinking itself SIMPLY IS
THE REALITY. So averaging all possible type of events and one MK is
what 889 years of ‘averaged all-possibilities’ of things in human
life, feels like to us. My original 14-MK
sentence shows the age that I died as Kane by applying these
mathematical THINGS IN ORDER, AND EVEN THOUGH THERE IS IN TRUTH, NO
ORDER, 13,200 minus 89 years is 13,111 at the time of
my jealous rage fit and the murder of me’ brother Abel. 14 MK =
889.14 = 12,446 years, so then 12,446 minus 13,111 equals 665 years.
665 plus 89 equals 754 years. I died as Kane at the age of 754, in
the ‘Biblical Nodian’ territories. So to keep with the verbiage
of those times, I fell asleep with my fathers at the age of 754
years, roughly at age 94 and one quarter years when converted into
today’s modern day lifetime spans and the division of eight. 94 and
one quarter years was the precise length of life that Sara
J. Karge lived, born in Trenton,
NJUSAESMWG on July 18th
of 1896, and died wherever she did, in early
October of 1990. Another coincidence
that I find 2B a real “Raspberry Dreams” deal, kind of impossible
2 ignore in other words, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just how
exactly did all of this happen, and for that matter since it is quite
all connected here in round about ways, how do anyone of us end up
getting on the SHAGPEL LIST? This
is a pronunciation of SHAdow
Government Persecution
List, by the way. Well, we all
have heard of the alien-contact thing where it is either of the first
kind, or the second kind, or the third kind, and so forth. I of
course am at what they would refer to and think of as the first,
since they know fully well that LIGHTNING,
an alien being to say the least, and we live together and we
always have and always will, in the great Purgatory, in the Ricktown
manor on Astral Highway #9910 in Ricktown,
and in the capitol province of Olympia.
Actually we do not live, we EXIST. It simply is, and until and unless
enlightened to real truth while in physical form, this makes no sense
at all 2U. But the main way to get on the
SHAGPEL is simply through no fault of your own at least in most cases
folks. If you are made contact with, that’s it, to quote lovely
Cooley Hall Amy-Louise C here, me’ ole’ classmate from the very
early 1970’s, “It’s
curtains closing the show time”!
My ducking computer crashed again. This is now the third time between
two computers here today, and the persecution on me is the talk of
the entire library here, so this slit is getting exposed, and this
problem is going to be told to the 'IT' techies here soon by library
staff. They know something is wrong and don’t know what to mucking
bunt do about it, other than get the techies on it. Still, look at
what I was typing and discussing when it happened again, the shadow
government, and what they do to peeps like me; and
then POW-POOF, out it goes!!!!!! This is what the lady just said as
she saw my SHAGPEL in big bright bold red letters on my blog when I
got the program back as it is saved onto the flash drive system. I
have not been this trucking persecuted EVER IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE
BLOGGED HERE NOW, SINCE BUNT TAPPING SEPTEMBER OF LAST MOTHER MUCKING
YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! It is time 4 a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE
counterstrike, a lot of peeps are gonna’ be buying the
farm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'HI
STEVE', AND NO, IT IS NAUGHT MIDDLE LATE 2009 SOMEWHERE, AND I AM
NAUGHT LIVING BACK IN BERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY-USA, WITH THE
MIGHTY WASHCLOTH-KING FAMILY OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN!
BUTTERCHEESE---BUTTTTTTTTT,
big ass BUTT
and
but oh sir and associate-pal; it is early Wednesday evening, at
precisely 5:55 Post Meridian; a time that exists 730 times annually
on three out of four years, and 732 times on the 4th
leap-years.
It
is also a time that I absolutely love and cherish,
and it compensates 4 what that horrible evil witch, Mizz Jane
Notfondaheroneweebit, did 2 me back
in the spring time of 1993, at the Atlanta
Braves,
GEORGIA-USA
Baseball
Park.
A night that I am simply incapable of ever forgetting nor relegating
it one small wee bit into a lower memory level with less intesnse
hatred generated. Some things, and I didn't make this up oh sir, “R
just simply naught forgivable”. What my mom and lovely
Patty HHH
did
2 me would also fall into that category as well, oh
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jewelly, all that's missing is a Star Trek star-date now, 4 crying
out louder than thunder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now
a strange deal is happening here on the 'comment count',
SS. About two weeks ago, my
count was 327,
the absolute electrical number of three '3' to the power of '3', &
without exciting those
deliciously lovely Charmed Girls, hopefully
heredahelda and yes, HERE, oh great Mike
Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker. Then as
the last two weeks unfolded, 11th
dimensionally of course; the 'comment count' grew
smaller, as if we
entered into some wild and weird antimatter warp. I
mean Steve Sir; how can comments reduce and go away, when moving
forward through time, YO???????????
Hey,
do U understand that wild little deal?
Do
another Colaman-2 with that one next time U-R in me' whittle nabe, YO
BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
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Now
a strange deal is happening here on the 'comment count',
SS. About two weeks ago, my
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the absolute electrical number of three '3' to the power of '3', &
without exciting those
deliciously lovely Charmed Girls, hopefully
heredahelda and yes, HERE, oh great Mike
Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker. Then as
the last two weeks unfolded, 11th
dimensionally of course; the 'comment count' grew
smaller, as if we
entered into some wild and weird antimatter warp. I
mean Steve Sir; how can comments reduce and go away, when moving
forward through time, YO???????????
Hey,
do U understand that wild little deal?
Do
another Colaman-2 with that one next time U-R in me' whittle nabe, YO
BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
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TYING
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TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Having PROOF and PROVING R Apples and Oranges
“HAVING PROOF AND PROVING ARE APPLES AND ORANGES”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995. DATFILE: 092708.457
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Back when the show with car
kicker/breaker Shannon
Dougherty, called BH-90210 was new early
in the nineties, a keyboard out of perhaps 100 various possible
amateur home type keyboards, was used in the show where Brenda’s
dad was playing music with it, Brenda being Shannon, and it was not
only the same board that I used from Radio Shack Tandy roughly 4
years earlier, but I used it 2 copyright the song mentioned often in
my blogging, called, “Prophet of Nothing”, sort of a pun and play
on words, me being cute or trying 2 at least, but the EW decided 2
get way cuter than I could ever have gotten. EW, Entertainment World,
also known in truer higher reality as residence and followers of the
Briggbase of the Astral Plane, and joiners of the Lambrigger Cult.
Now on one particular 90210 show where Brenda’s dad was playing
with the keyboard that I happen 2 use 4 years or give or take a bit,
on my originally written song, not only was the same board used in
this then famous and high rated and watched series on television, but
they even set the board 2 the very same beat out of 100 possible
beats or so, that my song was set on. The odds of a random chance 4
this R very simple 2 calculate, about 100 beats/rhythms and about 100
of those type of available keyboards used 4 home non-pro use,
dictates multiplying 100 times 100 or 10,000 to one chance against
this being simply a coincidence. The Soap Channel carried this rerun
one afternoon last week or the week B4, and I have waited 4 the right
time 2 get into this. Also, look at another set of hard 2 dismiss or
dispute claims and facts that I make. B4-I tell U, I just got tucking
screwed, with 4 ones on my rock chucking clock. Miss
Dirt bag ho Jane Monster Slapper Fonda strikes again,
so let me attempt quickly 2 compensate, 55555555555555555555555. Loud
dirt bag traffic sounds and aerial slit is also rearing its rock
chucking head today, and struck as soon as I typed and the
key-worm-saw me go 55555555555555. First, they know I was channel
surfing that night, believe me they know. If
they can do complex keystroke worm violations against people’s
privacy with these PC devices, think how simple it would B4 them 2
hook into your cable TV channels being watched.
They know that those
back and forths of Brenda and Kelly
drove me wild, and were more than long enough 4 running what I came
to term without any pun intended, 'an-ejac-shot'. So they put that
show on, and made it first of course, all ready knowing that I
eventually would C it, and get my chops busted. But
the marathon race to the Proof Avenue Courthouse Stairs is not yet
over, so do not count me out yet slugger boys.
I used 2 know a fine man involved with the
famous 2 Philadelphia Sigma Sound Recording Studio,
back in my days of employment at the RPL Sound Studios and Labs from
the ‘79 year into the ‘81 year. He invited me on one occasion
over 2 his very nice Northeast Philadelphia section home, and I met
his very fine and may I add, at the time, extremely hot wife. The
name of this studio musical arranger was John
E. Davis, yes,
the same man who UC credited after all of the Beverly Hills 90210 TV
show ends, and yes; he also was the musical arranger for their 90210
theme on the show. Now U really want and
expect me 2 not C how industry people that obviously all connect
together and know each other, as it is with any and all industries,
especially in the ever growing world of networking marketing
strategies, where U play this game or else go home bankrupt and dead,
and all knew about my public work copyrighted in 1988, well B4 the
90210 show ever came 2B; and
decided 2 use the idea and again out of about 10,000 home board
rhythms, mine was picked 4 the show, but
natch, never a morsel tad bit of recognition ever comes 2 me as a
result; not even a torn Christmas card from the industry of puss
drinking sub-scum, apologizing in the holiday spirit 4 all of the
evil skit that they indeed have stolen from me, and was done 2 me.
I am strictly forbidden 2 ever talk again, publicly about
MC’s stairs and the monstrous thing that I witnessed at her home
there pertaining 2 them, back when she was but a child of 2-3. Her
older sister knows an incredible lot of things about me, and told me
so, I cannot blog any more on this ever, either. What I can admit 2
is that I met God in Atlantic City in 1966 on Tennessee Avenue up
near the boardwalk. She left me in 1970, and returned again 2 me,
part of a powerful covert branch of the mighty TAWF. In 1980 when I
resided at 1802 Robin Hill, and went 9 years forward in time illusion
2 interact with a beautiful tall long dark haired queen that was
singing a very special song 2 me, it was MC. She was but 10 in the
time that I fell off 2 sleep, but 9 years later when it was 1989, she
was over 19. When SSJKK was the property owner Estelle Bassler’s
renter/tenant, named Sarah J. Karge; and however they worked it out
in City Hall down in Atlantic City, the deal made somehow according 2
Mrs. Bassler whom I told all of U how I had many good talks with her
late last century from her new location in Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG,
and in one particular discussion, she informed me that Sarah Karge
trashed the hotel, the Piccadilly that she had leased from Mrs.
Bassler, and Mrs. Bassler called the loan and got it away from her,
and then she burned down her hotel, the Bolivar shortly after, in an
attempt to astrally project herself as a teenager as opposed to the
mid-seventyish old woman that she had become by the years passing
into the early seventies. Since
early 1970, she remained the astral teenager, and totally lost her
physical connection to the material realm.
She pretended 2 grow older and die after I disappeared from the scene
during this time, officially being declared dead in October of the
‘90 year, at the age of just over 94. She sort of wanted 2 oversee
her knew physical self and guide the family that she now was tangibly
connected 2, and the older sister was sat down at a young age and
told these powerful truths, and I was wrong 4 a long time. MC did
more than get my attention, first with the 2 letters coming empty in
my dreams from my Somerdale home in NJUSAESMWG, and then later with
her 2008 musical CD project that was marvelous and terrific, there is
and only ever will B only one great U my Scylla, or MC now. The
second thing indeed got my full undivided attention. Remember,
2 many
coincidences, do not add up 2 a coincidence,
quote Mountainpen here if U so desire. B4
going on, this one isolated
example with John
E. Davis and
Sigma Sound, and BH-90210 TV Show; is just that, one isolated event I
just picked right now out of totally thin air, yet I could literally
offer a listening and genuinely interested world 1000 or more things
that certainly would B every bit as startling and riveting, and all
right along these very same lines. My
stuff, my ideas, the entire shebang, have all been robbed, used,
stolen, and down right disrespected 4 (2-4 straight decades), B it
musically related, inventions, business plans worth a fortune,
etcetera. A countless
number of my great ideas, R virtually all now in use, but not a
shredded ounce of credit has ever been directed towards me 4 being
the real legitimate creator of any of this intellectual ducking
property. No, just keep me down, keep
me unrecognized, and keep me poor; and do it cleverly and illegally,
but with no way ever so far anyway, 4 me 2 have any good chances of
proving very much of all of these monstrous injustices. I am not here
on Earth 2 make a lot of money, or B recognized 4 squat; but still
and all, is it fair 2 endlessly rip off a person, keep him down, and
those doing it get 2 live right 2 their graves, like frucking Kings
and Queens and spoiled little slit heads? No it certainly is not, and
anyone that could answer
otherwise is a cold blooded prick scum Trumpite monster, after the
heart of Reagan; who forever destroyed what once was really great
about our country, with all his greedy based bull crapola.
Gary-7 was a fantastic original Star Trek TV show episode,
but there R some on this Earth, put quite frankly, that R here as
“VISITORS and
OBSERVERS”, not on mission 2 save
anyone from a nuclear holocaust such as with the fictional Trekker
show, but instead; mostly as witness bearing and log keeping
individuals, and I have been told in trance today by 'never mind',
but she said that she tried twice on separate occasions, apart by
about 10 mortal world years, 2 get my attention; and that she all
ready knows both who I am as well as who she is. She says I
misinterpreted her needing 2 wake up in her human dream through my
performing some fantastic miracle such as what I recently blogged
about building an integrenitrizor tunnel. Integretrinization
is real, even Kevin
Trudeau mentions
it in some of his earlier medical HOW-2 books.
The government currently will not license any holistic practitioner 2
use a true real working full model of this device, it naturally would
overnight simply upset just way 2 many applecart’s, and the
controllers may lose control of their power on Wall Street, as well
as their governed subjects and citizens. An in depth study into all
of this shows right down the chosen careers of MC’s parents, that
none of this that happened since my SSJKK left me in 1970, has been
randomly just done, and it is all part of a gargantuan sized grand
cosmic scheme; and that is putting it in major understatement form.
Just like the article that miraculously managed 2 get some quick bit
of exposure in the circa of 1990 in the Scientific American Magazine
regarding tiny subatomic particles that make all of the known to
exist ones appear as galaxies in relative size, in the future times
these R labeled 'ASAPS', or Absolute
Sub Atomic Particles. A fairly complex
set of devices that will B constructed when the metallurgists improve
their state of the art and create even lighter as well as stronger
metals, as well as update a few high dimensional formulas that math
will then provide virtually magic answers to in mans attempt 2
harness an ultra fast spinning energy system locked not only within
the atoms themselves, but have a simultaneous connected energy ratio
with what actually causes the forces in atomic energy 2 chain react
atomically. Controlled
mega-velocitrons can B built, and set
along pathway fields, and will grow within seconds 2 distances that R
perhaps hundreds or more galaxies away, and right
in the middle of this field is a harmless velocitronic tunnel that
any person or object can move into, and literally B shipped like
today/s parcel post, within seconds, 2 millions of light year
distances. This is all real, and the study
of Velocitronics begins early in the 90’s. Well, I was told that
since the 2 letters sent 2 me in the dream back around 1997 or so,
did not sufficiently get my attention, the Ruth Gottwald Long Island
visit would indeed, and
it did, no Miss
Chillie doubt
about it Lennie McKinnon-601. When
Mom and I visited Heinz and Ruth Gottwald, and the nearby Long Island
New York family in 1972, and mother went back 4 a solo visit 3 years
later in the summer of the ‘75 year, who was being visited?
RELATIVES, not theories, RELATIVES. Then the E=MC SQUARED is indeed
the theory of Einstein’s RELATIVITY.
This family knew all along who I was, all the way back to the
nineteen-sixties. Relativity/relatives. Really, so how could I miss
this one? Well I didn’t. Now I have come 2 learn that this special
family all know who they R, and R sort of going through the motions
and playing this fantastic game, until the time is right, where I
properly remember all of this; and can accurately it all out in its
proper perspective. This time is soon 2 come.
MC;
our times at that lovely lake, make up 4 all of the nightmares here
at your magic
house. No
longer will I holler out your name when U jump in the dangerous tidal
waters, as UR the
MIGHTY ALL POWERFUL GODDESS SCYLLA, QUEEN
of all oceans and seas and water, and wind;
and I will always love U far beyond anything that U could ever hope 2
know. I now await your next dream visitation, whenever U wish 2 do
it, a time of your selection and choosing my great lovely teen-queen.
U will always rule the empire. I am your obedient servant 'THAT-
BOY-YANCY', forever more, and have
always been, never your shellfish my 990990990990990990990990990.Your
sister told me the terrible secret she also carries, I feel so much 4
both of U, if I can ever help in any way, just say the word, U know
that my life is meaningless 2 me, only your happiness matters.
Reality 3 has many individual parts that will really need 2B
carefully examined B4I could start 2 think it can B explained 2 my
Blogaud. Last night B4 going off 2 work, where did these slime balls
attack me huge time again, but at the Super Stale Grocery Store. This
is a constant of this sick and diseased twisted WOMO enemy of mine,
if I make a stink about a place, they get me right back right at that
place, and lightning fast. They R not clucking into wasting lots of
time. All they ever C and focus on is spilling 5 solid frucking
quarts of my innocent blood and U wonder Y-I call these fart sniffing
cult slappers a few cursing names from time 2 time. Crissake get
real, or in my case in July of 1970, REALE, the child molester of
Somers Point, NJUSAESMNWG, GOT ME, right on and rock on DAVE, and
neither U nor mom R
missing one hell of a Richie
Ryan
party, not 1 little tucking tiny
smidgen bit, as life now is horrible, and I pray that this entire
planet blows up into quadrillions of pieces every single frucking
day, and ALL THE DAYS of
my miserable McDonald Carey life, without any hour-glass sand.
4
right now I need my sleep and must work 2 night, so END
TRANSMISSION!!!!
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Labels: ALIENS
AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE,
government
persecution in league with MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Millionth Council and
Bermuda Triangle
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STILL
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having
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FM
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