Dear Steve Walgreens's Parks, Chapter 8

 

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 8

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

where are you BobbyMcDowell?

SS OLE' PAL; here is that quick little way 2 translate our now being in Jewelly White's 2^nd calendar system, as each year starts New Years Day by old world calendars and doubles as well as JWC DAY #11, and WOW, this may B-Y things R bad this year 4 me when I had hoped 4 more of an improvement by now in life, as 2023 is also JWC YEAR #11, so New Years Day of 2013 opens with a super negamegging magnetized magnetic percentage (MP) 4 the horrid symbol 4 BOTBAR, the Jane Fonda evil digital numerical ONE'S STRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fascenating CAPPED results here SS, 4 my 'BOM'-BLOG STATS, the very same amount 4 today and yesterday, as of the time of the paste in, 35 minutes past noon on this now 22^nd day in June, 2023.

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I believe SS, my ole' buddy from 1972 @ the Cooley Hall of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, had a perfect saying here, so Y not let me quote it here 4U, YO. “Vely vely vely intelesting”! The wonderful and latengrate Weather Channel employee of earlier in this century, Sir ************** copied that precise way that Mister Bob McDowell at the tender age of 14 years said that 2 me upon several occasions while we walked down the halls of the joint from classroom 2 classroom. There is some heavy aerial activity around me' ole' residence thissssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUrning by the way, SS; just so U-R aware of that. And now 4-Y-I made those asterisks. The ETTOS KINGS (Spaceforce-Spammenies) used their electromagnetic thought transmission and omission system, hack into my mind and forget the name of that great (THE WEATHER CHANNEL) employee who is now deceased and whom I used 2 enjoy the very most out of all of the employees of the joint. I'll type in his name if and when my enemies release my MIND HACK. As I typed this I believe a half hack release has just come upon me, could his name perhaps have been, Sir Dave Schwartz? That name is coming into my mind yet I still ain't completely certain that this is the correct person. The longer I reflect and cogitate on this the more certain my memory is reforming, oh mighty SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the hack has now been removed, it was the great and now late, Mister Dave Schwartz. I thought that was so beyond cool that day when he did that on his show 4 the entire world 2 hear him do t, as 'TWC' has a national and even global and internet-global operation. All of my Blogaudians knew who were watching, that this was obviously his special way of letting others watching who were part of my click, that he was one of my FEW LOYAL BLOG FOLLOWERS, (Blogaudians) as the Mountainpen calls them, oh wonderful SS!!!!!!!! But shall we now get back 2 Jewelly White's 2^nd Calendar, or 'JWSC', and how 2 quickly work the dates on this 2^nd world calendar of HERS: New Years Day (January 1) is simply DAY # BOTBAR, or eleven (11) each New Years Day, and thus, we simply take each day of each month and add them up, remembering that January is 31, February is 28 except 4 every four years on leap-year when it is 29, March is 31, April is 30, May is 31, June is 30, July is 31, August is 31, September is 30, October is 31, November is 30, and December is 31. So let us quickly work out today, the 22^nd day of this 6^th month (June). 11+31+28+31+30+31+22= JWSC DATE of 11-184 and how much simpler than thisssssss can it get, oh SS great wonderful sir??????????????????????? Now right off the bat there R a couple items that I will need 2B watching out 4 the entire time of this 11 year which the entire 23 year that now is the 11 year, is either way devilish and BOTBARISH 4 me 2 say the vely non-McDowell least here, ole' pal! A very bad recently observed numeration 4 the Mountainpen is the number of 186, 4 powerful astral world reasons that we need naught get into specifics about right now today. Still the JWSC DATE of 11-186 will B2 days from today, on Saturday the goddessdog 24^th of this month, and Saturdays R on a roll 4 being bad over the past couple months, ever since, and as U-R totally aware of; what I now refer 2 with U, as my 'Mowry plug-pulled day' of 8-15-86-rinse and repeat, (MPPD). We need naught go on with this 4 right now, but I did wish 2 tell U the simple way 4 calculating the great second calendar of non Mizz 'Gabby-Weiss', if U get the joke here, on me' daughter. WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, 4 Mister McNulty also, huh Sir Swap??????????????? And a great big HUUUUUUUUUGE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Hey SS, I didn't make these shows up, they all did, so pweeeeeeeze, always remember that!!!!!!!!!

Now something that the great Astral Viqueen Jewelly White told me about HER calendar, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY who influenced my mind in 1994 2 create that entire fictional or so-called fictional book titled, “The Permission Barrier”, included her mortal-world name of 'Julia White' when taking Earthly identities and her true name as the Lieutenant Viqueen of the Almighty Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle's Viqueen-Gang of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, Lieutenant Mini-Great Jewelly White, and this is that the number 19 further is used 4 sub-dividing up the days if so desired 4 using on any type of official documents, even though what I gave 2U earlier is indeed all that is ever needed. Each 1`9 day period beginning with the 22^nd day in December is what we think of in a month as what is known as a 'square'. The first 18 of these squaress all contain 19 days, and then the final 19^th square contain a few extra days that alwayas end on the 21^st day in December of each old calendar year. On the three out of four non-leap years, the 19^th square contains 4 extra days, and on leap years, it is 5 extra days, thus being either 23 days or on lweap years, 24 days, but all of the other first 18 squares contain the same 19 days. This is whay was told 2 me in an astral realm condition interaction at a place in Sahasra Dal Kanwal as Viqueens Island, that even exists here in mortal life, but only as a tiny clump of land out in the bay just off of South Atlantic City that completely vanishes out of sight twice daily as the tides rise up towards their highest points. There is so much more 2 this story about JW and her marvelous 2^nd calendar, but 4 right now, that is all that I plan 2 discuss, 4 major powerful important personal reasons.

So Y do I get the feeling that I now fully know only 2 well, just what that 1989 secret meeting was about,

OH LOVELY MISSES EDUCATOR 2000 M.M. Of all great non goddess Romans????

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This will work you backwards from right now on a middle Wednesday afternoon, here on January the devil number (23) day, in twenty-twelve, two thousand twelve, 2K12, or OH-MAROLA-12, & say it any way you wish, and hand me a nice fresh rose as well, calling it by any name you may so choose to do, Billy Shakespeare; and I’ll still be left holding onto a ROSE, on the date of Wednesday, 01-23-2012. So indeed, what is really in a name? Well, a more important question will now be posed here on this blog of the great and only, MORIANITY-2-OF JEWELLY WHITE’S SECOND CALENDAR, that all began with or without Sabrina Collins, on the twenty-second day of last December, back in twenty-eleven. OH MISSES MAROLA; where are you when I could just use hearing you say, ''Hello Mark'', and I promise that I won’t make a brand new song out that, you have my word of honor; and please don’t say, my word of what, as Jim Burr did not trust me, and it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting with my mom and Elsie and him, that day in the summer of 1989, up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey, and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. Also, good folks, I want to give you that rare opportunity of starting with the day that I have returned back ONLINE with you all, and be able to work your way backward through time until I was planning to exit the internet to save money. You are about to get the mind blowing freaking experience of your entire life, and I would so heavily suggest, that U bring a friend or 2 along with U-4 this little reading ride; and put down James Patterson for a day, and really hear what powerful true tales can do to the soul of the readers. Not to knock my favorite fiction author, but give me one day of your damn time peeps, and you won’t regret it, but then, you’ll see. Begin now, trekking backward through time, from today, back to the first few days of this year, reading my nightmare world and life in reverse, and see the awesome true power of how I indeed am dealing with entities who as scriptures teach, do know the end from the beginning, and they should; as they created the end, at the beginning. Oh Sir Swap up here in 2023, we've not even met yet, but this is Y-I discuss the time illusion, and how it is ever falling into our conscious minds via of an extremely magical 5^th dimension or the hyperspace!!!!!!!


MORINAITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00033, BLOG-A

January 23, 2013, 12:16 PM-EST at Fort Pierce, Florida



Well, at this time, according to the news, the Dow Jones Stock Market is up about 80 points, and nearly at the 13,800 level, just about to cross the ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, meaning that the evil rich people have never ever had things so good or their way in everything so much. Did I not TELL YOU ALL FOLKS, THAT THIS WOULD ALL GO DOWN THIS WAY, AND DID I NOT TELL YOU ALSO, LOVELY GIANT GINA??????????

It is now an early mother ducking Wednesday afternoon. My entire life is over. Everything that I ever tried to do has been completely ruined and wrecked. I live around people who sit around every second, with nothing else to do but to figure out ways to persecute me and make me totally mother frucking miserable, 24-7-365.2422. On top of all of that, my life and its general magnetic condition or agreement with cosmos in all general things (LUCK) is about as down and low as ''Ice Tea’s'' Fun Group for fagots.

Let me stop this blog for now and get dressed. My AT&T installer is here, to bring my internet back to me. I knew I could not exist without it, and am only left to seriously ponder on what this culture will B, somewhere between the next 30-50 years, when all of the world’s oil reserves run out. We will not return to the life of the 16 hundreds by the way, because in those times, people never knew technology. They knew how to live off of the land, just like you me, and a dog named Flee, if you want to rhyme this old sixties tune. This entire new age world of folks will not just be plunged into outer darkness, but it really will feel like the ninth circle of trucking hell when it happens, because the masses will not know how to function with no power grids, hence no electricity, and no gadgets run off of this great item working for them any longer; and even more horrible, most products made today could not be made with no oil coming our way, as they are nearly all what you might think of as partly if not totally, oil-byproducts. So laugh now, you wealthy (WO) WORLD OWNERS, and your silver spoon up their butt offspring, from the Kardashian scum bags all the way to any celebrity or wealthy person whose name you may have ever heard. Their time in the sunshine, is all waning down, like a disappearing moon, night after night, and then it is all gone. For what has been done to me all of my ducking life, you all will pay a very steep and hefty price, so be warned and be careful; and yes old friend Regis, tell Paula to watch her rotten back too, and that I am not one bit scared of her and her friends. I may be no perfect little choir boy, but I never went around destroying the lives of innocent peeps, as did Callio and McGuire, and the list could just keep right on going like that anti-gift that keeps on taking, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am now hooked back up to the internet, and the installer has left. It is ten minutes before two this afternoon. The Dow Jones is up nearly a hundred points, as it is just about every single day this year in 2013, and my entire year as a result, along with the garbage Philly Flyers Hickey/Hockey team back again playing and kicking ass, just as I said would all go down folks, has left my life in ruins and shambles, at the speed of mother trucking light squared.

So let me end this blog, and try shooting up the entire blog, which may be too large, and if so; then it will be done piecemeal, as maybe that is best anyway, and even if I can get the entire blog up in one fell swoop, I will still be making individual re-posts of much of this major mucking material, as my entire life has been totally destroyed by the ''IF''; and this evil has been able to accomplish this, and get totally mother ducking scott free away with their dastardly deeds!!!

Anyone who can believe in a loving father god of the bible, is the biggest damn fool in the galaxy, and beyond, OR, they just never have bothered to read MORIANITY 1 and MORIANITY 2 from cover to cover. Now that would be some reading, even for Patterson and Tolstoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



END TRANSMISSION:


WHAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA.

MORIANITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00032, BLOG-B



It is only minutes after I ended the other blog. It also is mother ducking eleven-eleven, in the mother flucking morning; and this is not going to be a good stunt eating day, after a major clock attack from Jane Skit Head Bitch Weeds Fonda; along with the nabes, and noise; even though it is not real loud, and also; along with a major trucking rock chucking sky attack, and especially a ducking butt slew of nasty butt-kissing

CHEMTRAILS.

You can add to this list, the computer, even totally off line, is playing games with me, and hacking me. It is not internet, or the machine itself; nor is it any person or group. It is the power of a teasing energetic entity and its surrounding controlled reality, to contact and then go onto take control over some (REALITY-CHUNK), as was all fully explained on enough previously blogged texts, so as to make sense enough to readers, to at least, agreeing or not with me on the issue of its reality; follow along, and not be in the dark about what my words are discussing, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I left the Avalon Recording Studio yesterday, around the middle afternoon somewhere; I stopped at two stores near my residence, on the drive back home. I bought a few sixty cent VHS movies at Good-Will, and a three dollar pack of chocolate mini-cupcakes with colored dots on the frosted icing, and some liverwurst. As soon as I left the grocery store, to go to the Good Will, just down the way, in the same shopping mini-mall, at Virginia Avenue, and Route 1; a loud and low private Cessna type aircraft, flew right directly over me; and instantly, I began to get slit cramps; and when I got home, I needed to take a nasty slit, all though I had already done so, before leaving in the late morning. So I have been under some nasty siege now starting around the era of just past three yesterday afternoon, and it is still nasty and trucking ongoing, and I cannot ducking wait to post all of this slit up onto the internet, and get some real heavy and major lucking ass revenge. As you know, they got their dirt bag way, and the evil Hockey Season is back once again, just as what happened in 1995, that totally led me into complete ducking runt devastation, and obliteration; as a paralleling ass result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, I am hearing that musical modulation, that hockey fans know so well; only I am hearing, not GoogleX4, followed by ‘G’ is the antichrist, but instead; “FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK”, AND SO FORTH. I have always sung that along with the organ, ever since the late trucking stunt strapping nineteen eighties, when this twisted disease all got started, between this hickey team and myself, huh STM © Office?????????????????????? OUCH, take it easy with me, Mizz lovely Roseann Delaney, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe for you, it’s endless 1969. Time moved on for the rest of us, there, sweetie pie. Well read on folks, and see how this machine is electronically, in direct contact with my MIND; to make me hellishly clucking miserable, as well as completely totally BOTBAR!


I WILL BE TALKING TO DEBBIE IN A FEW MINUTES, AS SHE SHOULD BE HERE ON MONDAYS. THE SUBWOOFER ATTACK IS HORRIBLE AT 11:44 AM. No sooner did I hook up my roachphone system, which is headphones-directly-attached to a phone receiver, this began; and there is no way that ''THEY'' can hear any of this. Wish me luck, as I am throwing on a pair of pants now, and complaining. This has been bad all morning, and now they are cranking it way up after being told that they must remove this box. This never misses one ducking runt slapping single beat, ladies and gentlemen. 'MILK' strikes me every single bunt tapping year. I like the dude, and he was great; but something about him with me, is just like, Christmas, my own ducking birthday, and music; and so many constantly never ending other items; that just serve to crucify me, on a regular yucking ass annual basis, year after year after year, and decade after decade after decade; and with the ‘KING FIT’, ever since my long walk, in Blackwood, New Jersey, in the deep snow; back in 1978, over to a closed bank, on Doctor Martin Luther King Day, when out of nowhere, and with no proper informing of the public; it just began; as I was not the only one waiting out in the cold, and the deep snow, over on the trucking Black Horse Pike, in Blackwood, New Jersey; for the Bank of New Jersey, to open; and of course, it never clucking rock chucking did on that day. Well the same thing just happened. I went down to try and see Debbie, and she is here on Mondays and Fridays with regularity, and of course, dumb retard me, is thinking this is MONDAY, forgetting all about the three day King Holiday, that just past. All I knew, was this was the start of the work week, so it must be Monday; and Mizz Debbie Morotto is here in her office on Monday; and when the guard lady at the desk smirked and said to me that she is here on Monday, I finally caught on, after looking like a total mother ducking retarded runt glass tapping rotten stupid skit swallowing fool. I obviously do not need to tell you that this mother mucking day is now BEYOND SUPER TRUCKING BOTBAR, and that both the month and the year ‘MPB’, is now at six for twenty-two (6:22), or 6 times 100, divided by the days in January as well as the days of 2013 so far, 31%, same thing exists on the first of all the twelve months each year quite naturally folks; so this is now where I ducking runt stand peeps, YO, at 27% Magnetic Percentage for Botbar or (MPB-27%) for short, BRAHHH!!!!!!! Yes folks, there’s no need to wish me any luck. However, I will e-mail Debbie that the box is back, when my AT&T service arrives tomorrow afternoon. I have no intention of waiting for trucking bunt tapping FRIDAY TO ROLL THE MITT AROUND! She’ll have the e-mail by end of tomorrow’s frucking business, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! OK, with nine days left in this 2013′s first month of JANUARY, I am holding at MPB-27%. Every one of the next nine days would need to pass by, without becoming a BOTBAR to bring January-2013 a 27% BOTBAR, which is bad enough. How the duck would any of you ‘normals’ out there, enjoy living at a rate of just over one out of every four stunt eating days, being super horrible bad, or BOTBAR???????????? Just think about it seriously before you switch over to the ‘NEXT-BLOG’ button, and laugh me off, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew that those major ducking dreaming interactions, would as they always seem to do, cause a nasty mucking BOTBAR DAY FOR ME AGAIN, so new kids and old kids, YO; here we go, and yes, ‘again’, whether you want to hear this lucking slit or not, SIRS, Marcus, and McGinty, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Now I’ll ask my 'GAGA CAT', just why this horrible skit has ducking runt struck me today, after getting through my first five full NON-BOTBAR DAY STREAK in several months of time now????????????? The answer that GAWKY just gave me folks is PCN-541. Here are the canons for selection that I deem most fitting from my total complete and whole (holy) match-book for the 81 GAWNUM NUMERATIONS:

GRACE MESSENGER—WATER—WILLIAM CLINTON—YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP—ROBERT CHEATLEY.

But there is way more to talk about now, at three ducking butt minutes shy of eleven of the clock on this Tuesday evening, January 22, in 2013, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THIS, and PUT IT ON TOP, Mister American Express Twilight Zone Goldsmith Troublemakers; U old cavemen, and computers!!!!!

I had a very long talk with Gawky Gaukauk today, running a lot of question-equations by him, ”MEOW”, and they say life’s not lucking stimulating, and exciting, for the poor 99er-peeps; like little old me, OH, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!


Before I do tell about this major discussion, let me lay the foundation. I had a major dreaming interaction last night, and no people; very rarely do I intentionally actually do ''DREAMING'', and just like you, most of the time; my nocturnal activities are merely done to rest my body, just as you all do; and only on the rarest occasions, do I perform intentional activities, that may qualify me for a hopeful someday acceptance application, into the most secret and exclusive club in this entire galaxy, and even far beyond it; the ‘EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND’, as only perhaps once or twice a year, do I intentionally go to sleep, with intent to become a full TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. Even though however, I was just, ''in a dream or (having) a dream'', and not in any way was I dominant over my doppelganger so-called ME-CHARACHTER, but was the normal recessive character, just sort of watching, and observing the on-goings; through this transdimensional other me, which is why so many dreams are described by so many folks, as sort of like ‘watching a movie’; and they would not be entirely wrong in their simple concept of this more complex truth. I remember this extra vividly, and the very extra clear and vivid type of dreams that normally wake us with a bang, and remain fully remembered for quite a while within our consciousness; are thought of in future times, as TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY. Still, 2B a legitimate TYPE-2-Exploratron, the other major ingredient having fully acquired the awareness that these three types of exploratronics R in fact an absolute reality. Only the awareness that you can go from a recessive to a dominant switch over of your own self, and then doing it for short durations, is considered total type-3. Now in my interactions earlier this morning before arising from bed, here is what happened. A man who is very evil, and who I have seen before in ‘dreams’, not often, but he is there, at post offices, at houses I am in, and once with my daughter back on June 21 of 2008, and a few other times in the twentieth century as well, and was at the library here in Fort Pierce, as an older man, but it was him, as there is no mistaking those glarry wild eyes, and whoever he is, both my daughter and myself, become very defensive around this man, at least in these other parallel realities, that in 2013, and back before this year, are just called, and mislabeled; ''dreams''. When this prick appeared to me on the first day of summer in 2008, Dawn-Marie King was shortly released from a rehab clinic up in Seacaucus, New Jersey, almost a year ahead of a mandated legal schedule for her to avoid spending a five year stretch in a woman’s state prison; and the judge in Atlantic County who sentenced her, was involved in this case of legal public record; and is a man who I am very proud to know, as he is also a recovering AA member, and this would be the Honorable Judge Mike Conner. Down here in Fort Pierce, back in 2010; right after this man appeared at the library, and became physically aggressive with me; my blogs would not work for about 40 days or so; and I called that time in my blogs, my TWEETY-BIRD, and my ROCKIN’ ROBIN TWEETS BLOGS. It is all up there, in the late summer time of 2010, at this address link:

http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

And so you can click and search this era in time, and see many proof of how these POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, such as this ''man'' or 'entity', without upsetting the Project Bluebook folks too trucking runt much here, YO; can indeed effect alternate realities, from the one where they are dream-controlling in, such as his getting physically aggressive with me in what you call a major vivid dream, and then right after that, at the very spot where this happened, my blogs were totally interfered with and stopped, or (SANCTIONED) if you will, for about seven weeks; and causing their evil DOW JONES STOCK MARKET TO SOAR, as I’m sure it did today, probably hundreds of points, after screwing up my life, and persecuting me so mother mucking relentlessly. I will go on to continue laying my foundation now, by telling you that this man was in last night’s interaction, along with me, and my mother; and these three characters are all that I can consciously remember in ‘waking world’ right here and now, so really, two characters besides my own doppelganger there, that I was watching this all through. My mother insisted that my name was Mark Wayne, so that had to be my name over in that other parallel universe reality. But this man is aware of me in numerous parallel universes, telling me that he must therefore be a real TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON or for short a (T3E). He was a horrible criminal there, and was telling my mother some really upsetting and monstrous despicable skit. Both of us were leary and frightened of this frucking quirk off, and with good reason. He is a very freaking dangerous ‘T3E’, and means normal ‘T1E’ folks like all of us, NO GOOD AT ALL, and this is what the PROJECT BLUEBOOK UNITED STATES AIR FORCE, totally knows of, and is keeping quiet. This is not just about a few silly hundred little gray things, or a few hundred little space ship toys. My life and what I know, spans way beyond this entire ducking cosmos, and if any and all of my viewers want to insist on being endless Missourians and GWIPOSIANS, then fine. You are all entitled to your ‘Michele Daniels RPL-1980′ Recording Studio Opinions, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This strange entity was upsetting my mom and I, and telling us why the floor in one of the large three rooms that for some reason that I do not know now because this ‘me here’ is not that me there, but a parallel universe me; was all broken up in one corner area; OH SHIT, it just came back to me, as I typed this folks. He said that it had to do with being taught a lesson by the great LAMBRIGG CULT of Paul Stoddard King ll, if I can throw in a little bit of stair chase humor in here, to overcome some real agony, and 'LFLD'; and that since I was trying to teach forbidden things in alternate realities about hyperspace and how to manipulate it, before being officially initiated into the ‘SUPERMIND SYSTEM’, these corner areas of floor in these three large empty rooms in this large house that my mom and I seemed to totally own free and clear over in that alternate reality; would be there as a reminder that I was using the picture-puzzle example of being able to change small reality-chunks of ‘STM’, without altering the larger-picture in the ”truth/reality”, such as the corner of these rooms being broken up, while the rest of the floor remained in perfect shape. Then he grabbed my ducking right index finger and took a weird razor blade type of an instrument, and he cut my finger at the inside and middle, right on the outer third tip of it; only it did not bleed, and after he did this, he said, ''Jesus said the power is in the blood, but I tell you, that the power to keep your blood, is in the finger blade''. I now remember that word for word, but only after I began typing about this strange dude (T3E), or as Congressman Andrews said as a teenager so often, and so perfectly, or, ''whatever''. While I was showering two hours ago or so, I cut that exact spot on that exact right index finger, only it never bled, as the cut was not quite deep enough to get the great 1969 Mizz Roseann Delaney all wet and excited. Then he told us, how he is the reason that so much criminal stuff happens to me; and that it is a lesson to teach me things that I still have refused to accept, and or learn. My mother began to shout at him to go away, but he gave her a powerful shove at that point, and she fell to the ground; and her face began to bleed from hitting the side of one cheek hard, against a coarse surface. I went to give him one of my non-elevator-Cifaloglio ‘AT&T karate’ Chucky Norris 134 moves; but just as I did; he pointed that same finger, only his finger, his right index finger; and it was like being in a trucking old ‘Bewitched’ show, when one of the witches would freeze one of the mortals, right in the middle of some action. All that is missing here at this point, was a mess, thinking about those two comedians from yesteryear; and being shouted at, by an old German distant cousin, the husband of my mother’s First Cousin, Ruth Huntington; the Long Island Banker, named Heinz Gottwald, residing at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York! Aniwho, he threw me into the air and right on my ass, just by waving his arm and finger up a little bit; and he left me to come slamming down onto a bunch of pottery; smashing it all to bits. My mother began to scream and cry, and yell for help; and the man began to walk away from our house, but as he walked away, he threw a large red ball right at me, and I was quick, and I caught it with my hand. It was rubber, and about five inches in diameter; and after I caught it in one hand, it began to separate in half. Inside of it, was a note, folded into fours. I opened this ball up, and unfolded this note on yellow lined legal paper. This note told me the following information. I remember these words exactly, and I MEAN EXACTLY, YO! There is a GAWNUM compatibility with the PCN’S of these two sentences. ''I cannot win as well at roulette'', and ''When my enemies attack me''. This is the part that was with me vividly, when I jumped out of bed to a lot of neighbor noise, early this morning; while they were really frucking going at it. I wrote this down, and planned to just blog that small amount of information, but WOW, did more skit get remembered over the hours of this ducking day. Yes this very frucking ass SUPER BOTBAR TIMES ONE DAY, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, Jane Slithead Fonda, you flucking got me again, with your lousy rotten stinking ONES, as this is PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. So let me trucking now try and ‘bunt-phlegm-tape’ or (COMPENSATE), for this frucking rotten skit you did 2 me back in springtime of '93.

55555555555555555555555555, PLUS 555555555, TIMES 555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY 55555555555555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO COULD DUCKING CARE LESS????? I JUST NEED TO STARE AT THESE MOTHER MUCKING ASS FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

55555555555555555555555555555555555
55555555555555555555555555555555555
55555555555555555555555555555555555

So after I was awake and wrote down the two sentences given to me in this note from this ALIEN or T-3-E; I wanted to see for myself, so I got the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER FOR THE QUESTION PART OF THIS INFORMATION, AND IT IS THE SAME AS MY OWN PCN, NUMBER 871, which came out late last autumn in the Florida State three digit lottery by the way, so I will bet my kid’s will be coming up soon as well. THEN I GOT THE ANSWER PART PCN, AND IT WAS 374, ''BUT'', that is only half of THAT equation, right, oh great sir ROCKDROID KIRK HOTELPRICES???????????????????? So I added up the two PCN’S for the compatibility calculation, and sure enough 374+871 is equal to 1245, and indeed is a compatible answer for that question, hence, ''I CANNOT WIN AS WELL AT ROULETTE'', ''WHEN MY ENEMIES ATTACK ME'', & just as GAWNUM EQUATION SAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that still ain’t all she wrote, whoever she really is, and whatever really got written. Before the very obese, and horizontally challenged, PC lady, sits down, to sing to us all; there was another thing that happened in this wild DREAMING INTERACTION. On the wall of the largest empty room of these three total empty rooms in this house, where I lived with my mother, in this parallel universe, where my name was Mark Wayne, and not Mark Mohr; and I was about thirty years old, and my mother was again only in her middle-late sixties, as she was around age thirty five or so when she bore me, in this universe, and also so it seems, in that one as well; but there was indeed, a very bizarre item, hanging on the wall of this one empty room. It looked like a very rosy red large picture portrait frame and it contained a picture of a large lake, and only a large lake; but written on top of this water, in bright green and bold letters; was a message that went as follows, and I remember it vividly. “Sarah Krassle and Mark Mohr” “The PCNT proves that they make beautiful music together”. Well, I know what a ‘PCNT’ stands for, and you may or you may not. But it stands for a ''PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER TOTAL'', such as when you add up two or three of these numbers, to do a compatibility test. Well, I thought I’d slit my pajamas early this afternoon, after coming back into my apartment from trying to see Debbie, and forgetting what day it was because, and again, of that damn KING HOLIDAY, as ever since 1978, this has been a super THORN IN MY SIDE, and I mean no goddamn frikkin disrespect to this fantastic great dude and champion hero of CIVIL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I added up the 871, and the 363, which is the PCN of ‘SARAH KRASSLE’; and what is this total, as all musicians can relate to this counting sequence, but like frikkin DUH, it is 1-2-3-4!!!!!!!!!!! So take 1, or take 1 million; Library of Congress, Office of Copyrights, YO!!!!! If I had to WOW this, in an apropos font size; what would it be, a thousand, a trillion; you decide, and then tell me someday, somebody, OK????????????????????????? 55555555555555555555555555555555555


No, not a fifty five decillion size font, as that would be too big, but I sure like looking at the number of fifty-five point fifty-five decillion, YO. W-------O-------W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I HAVE NOT BEGUN TO DISCUSS THE SORE SUBJECTS OF THE AGENT CONDOR/AGENT FALCON UFO COVER UP CLUB



MORIANITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00031, BLOG-A


January 21, 2013, just before 8:00 this Monday evening, YO.

Now we will do what I said would be done a few blogs ago, tell some ‘Q&A’ information from GAWKY GAUKAUK’S great numerology system, that is beyond the fathoming mind.

But first, I went to the Port Saint Lucie, Florida recording studio, called, Avalon, today’ and things happened that cannot be told, but I will tell you that STM is, ''alive, and well, and living here'', to quote the great man of religious faith, ''on Planet Earth''! On the drive home, I stopped at two places to purchase items that only cost a couple of dollars, and now am down to my last two dollars, that must last me for the next twelve days, al though in eleven days, my meager sixteen dollar EBT food benefit will be in. WEEEEEEE!!!

I never told the Walgreen Story, but parts of it from the past, are all on numerous and previous blogs. It seemed to begin shortly into the Christmas Season of 2011, just over a year ago. I told about the strange little girl with the karaoke machine in the store, and singing, what is this, a fucking bar or a drug store???????????? Well, in any case, that was my first clue that trouble was ahead, and that I was in no runt slapping way, imagining anything, right Mister David Leigh Zenkiss Smith, of 1970-Haddonfield-Einstein-Blackboards, New Jersey?????????????? WOW!!!


So it began with this weird miniature karaoke being used by this little brat, in the pharmacy up there at the corner of Twenty-fifth and Orange Avenues, right after I was taking my ex-computer guru, Meagan, back to her house up on Twenty-Third Street, and we passed a young dude in a small park type of area, with my exact keyboard amplifier, and then a very short while later, at the pharmacy, this smaller version of the very same make of my unit, and the unit I saw being used on the street by that dude, from my car that day; along with the illogical usage of this device inside of a pharmacy, by that bratty girl, who was singing, and seemed to begin after I arrived; as the machine was there when I walked into the store, yet it was not used until I walked on past it a ways, and towards the area of the pharmaceutical prescriptions counter. She was staring at me as I exited the store as well, and I just ignored her. Men my age cannot look at children, especially females; or else we are all considered to all be perverts; in this new age and new world total disorder. Talk about pendulums swinging too far, and forgetting to accept gravitational pull-back reality, or 1983 songs that I wrote from my rented home in Atco, New Jersey, am I correct, old pal, Mister Magic sixth dimensional Mailman, Adam? Then after this music crap, I began being short changed by exactly one of my medicines every single time; month after month; receiving only 59, and not 60 of my very necessary medication pills, called ‘generic ativan’ or ‘lorazapem’ tablets. Then back last autumn of 2012, I finally spoke up about this; maybe it was the late summer. I had already been robbed at the mother ducking Hutchinson Island beach, and lost everything, from my carry bag, my eye-glasses and case, my clothes and underwear, you name it’ right out beyond Mike Patterson’s Beach-House rear yard, on the beach, and just as in Hyperspace twin locales, where only months earlier, I was up in North New Jersey, and had all of my stuff stolen there, by Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, and all their friends, and again; this was what you mortals call, a ”DREAM”, and is all part of the larger fifth dimension of reality; and all connects up together, RPLDD all notwithstanding. Now after I used their own little device that counts and sorts or whatever, as I called up ahead of time and asked if I am able to check the amount as I am always one pill short, the manager said, that is fine; and the pharmacist was told that I would B doing it, and I did do it, when I came in that time, and sure enough, because they knew I was going to count the pills; there were the total of 60. But right after that, it went right back to 59, 59, and 59, shorting me by one pill every month. So I complained again, and that is when that identity thing happened, where out of the blue late last year sometime, I was told that someone was using my identity, and they did not want to get the police involved, raising a huge red flag for me, and this too is all blogged, and is back in MORIANITY-1, and on my SAFE JOURNALS. This was their way, in my definite opinion IMDO, and not IMHO, ‘letters’; that I was being intimidated, as I was even told that until the situation could be straightened out, that I may not be able to fill my prescriptions; and day followed day; until I told them, that I would bring in the police; if they did not get to the bottom of it; as when it’s time for me to refill my necessary meds, this is a serious matter, and they indeed need to be refilled, and I cannot be concerning myself with all of this flucking hassle. After-all, none of this was something that I had done, and was in no way any of my ‘own Oprah’ fault!!!!!!!!! So I laid low-land, and allowed one more refill to be filled, and yes, with only a count of 59-pills, and then I went early this year, to the other branch here in trucking Fort Pierce, of the Walgreen Pharmacy; the same distance away, only not on Orange Avenue up in the hood, but along route 1, right opposite of my Cheryl Crow TD Bank. DID I SAY, WOW? Where is my beautiful ‘WOW’ truck, TD, I really miss it; so please bring it back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel closer to the All Mighty SSJKK, when I am in my darkest days and hours, of this cursed, hellish, nightmare existence, that other folks might mistakenly call, ‘my life’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now, I deal with the same pharmacy, ''WALGREENS''; but at a branch, where, unlike up in the ghetto-hood across from the HARVEST joint where I used to work through the AARP Program out of E Street, in Washington, DC-13-600; AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty, YO; now it is across the highway or Route-1, from my TD Bank, and that was the day that I told you that I was not going to be more specific at that time about my errand, but that I went someplace, and hundreds of beautiful crows came all around me and followed me, and then when I went to the store a few hundred yards down Route One from there, after that, to my south; the Winn Dixie, for a few grocery items; the MUZAK system activated within seconds of my arrival into the store, and the recording artist, Cheryl Crow came on and sang that stupid mid nineties hit of hers, about ‘wanting to just have her stupid ass fun’. What garbage, all the way from Fort Pierce Route One, to Hollywood Boulevard, sweetie; and Michelle Daniels told me, that I AM entitled to my opinion, back in 1980, so I am assuming, new weird odor or no new world disorder, that I still am, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McN!!!!!So now both the meds for keeping my blood pressure lower, as well as what I have been forced to take 4mg of every day, ever since July somewhere, back in 1983, when the great Doctor Frank Addiego, prescribed this for me, to stop the horrible never ending 'Angelique Dark Shadows' Roseann Delaney chocking condition that just suddenly came on me out of the trucking blue one night at exactly 10:30 PM, on the night of June 4, 1983, at the Atco house, rented from a Mister Gerald Pliner, and the owner of the L&S Nursing Home on Jackson Road in Berlin, right lovely luscious Jay-Low Diner Door Swinger, WOW, don’t ever swing on me. You’d crush my fragile little body into a million pieces of glass, you lovely goddess. Now this is the story of how I bided my time, and strategically, and 'Paula-carefully-WAYV-FM', got not only far away from her Atlantic City people of horror and terror, but away from that intimidating Walgreen Branch, that I feel, if the agents and FEDS reading these blogs would adequately do their jobs; would start investigating them, as if they did this to me, they may be shorting other meds customers, and if they short 50 people and get away with half of it, that is 25 times 12 months, times the street value of pills like mine that are probably around fifty bucks each. You do the math, every year, some employee there splits with the manager, if my theory is correct, somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 times 12 times 50 dollars; and that’s a nice hefty little pile of flucking chump change, YO!!! Peeps that are no good thieves and robbers, have hurt me and taken from me, and robbed me, all of my goddamn mother mucking ass life, and I am getting sick and tired of it. Why should I have to mucking feel sick one day a month, so these two would-be, should-be, rat scum jail bird bastards, can split roughly fifteen grand???????????????????????? Do the mother ducking math, AGENTS READING THIS BLOG, and I will gladly sign an affidavit that they were shorting me up there, and then intimidated me after I tried to get them to stop it. Just call me or visit me, FBI, AS I LOVE PUTTING EVIL ROTTEN THIEVES IN PRISON, and have DONE SO, in the past. Just ask the ducking butt CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR if I am telling it straight or not, with Marc Marini and John Crowley. I hate ducking evil criminals, and I hate thieves worse than I hate those who assault and even murder, because I’ve been the victim all of my life of so much thievery and out and out stealing, from direct tangible property, to intellectual property, bringing me to a really heartbreaking topic that will close out this blog for the day, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRUCK YOUR ”ODF” HACK, you rat bastards. I caught it, and repaired it, HA-HA-HA-HA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! But me' rotten Mouse Not Responding hack, up here in 2023, nearly a decade in the goddessdog future, is acting up major ass black hat bad, FBI and any other legal authorities out there, YO (MNR-HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh SIR SWAP; I've naught yet even started getting into major controlling systems and fawces of beyond Mister Hall when we do intermingling time blogging as what I did just now, but I fully plan 2B getting more into the specifics of this vely damn ass shortly, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now, for the GAWNUM Q&A, that many have been awaiting, and hopefully, quite anxiously. So here we go, in or out of copyrighted early eighties, ‘regular time’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


After we get this GAWNUM querying out of the way, I’ll end with a little disappointing heartbreak. I grow more and more heartbroken the way my lovely incarnated Sarah Krassle distrusts my motives, and thinks I could care less about money. This hurts me more than anything she ever could say about me, or do to me, right down to her going as far as to cause the next great OJ TRIAL. But first, the GAWNUM:

Gawnum is the same exact thing as the near future Google Play Store item that will come 2B known as the Krystal's Ball. Downloading that is the same thing as working out this formula in long hand mathematics, YO!

QUESTION NUMBER ONE:

WHY DID THE HUGE BACKOFF OF SIEGE AND BOTBARS, BEGIN ON JANUARY THREE, AND LAST FOUR DAYS, IN 2013; AFTER THE MONSTER ASS ATTACK OF THE SECOND DAY IN JANUARY; AS THOUGH A FEW TINY HOURS, LITERALLY SWITCHED ME INTO AN ENTIRELY NEW DIMENSIONAL REALITY?

ANSWER NUMBER ONE, PCN-220.

QUESTION NUMBER TWO:

WHY DID DENNIS CHASE MORGAN FROM PUBLIX WHO I MET AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY ON 18 DECEMBER OF 2013, SUDDENLY TURN AGAINST ME WHEN I DID NOTHING AT ALL TO DESERVE THIS BIZARRE BEHAVIOR ON HIS PART?

ANSWER NUMBER TWO, PCN-176.

QUESTION NUMBER THREE:

WHY DID MY ACROSS THE HALL SCUM BAG HORRIBLE ROTTEN NOISY NEIGHBORS, PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME WITH MAJOR NOISE LEVELS AND BULLSHIT, FROM LATE INTO JANUARY FIFTEENTH ALL THE WAY INTO LATE INTO JANUARY SIXTEENTH?

ANSWER NUMBER THREE, PCN-781.

QUESTION NUMBER FOUR:

WHY AM I EXPERIENCING THIS HORRENDOUS BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, ON THIS NINTH OF JANUARY OF 2013?

ANSWER NUMBER FOUR, PCN-682.



QUESTION NUMBER FIVE:

WHY AM I GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SUPER NASTY DEATH SIEGE HERE ON JANUARY EIGHTEENTH OF 2013, SKY SIEGE AND CHEMTRAILS, & OTHER BAD OTAMMIC ASSAULTS?

ANSWER NUMBER FIVE, PCN-220.

QUESTION NUMBER SIX:

WHY DID ‘GOOGLE’, TAKE AWAY MY ABILITY TO POST MY YOUTUBE PROJECTS, DIRECTLY ONTO BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, FORCING ME TO USE ONLY A YOUTUBE LINK NUMBER THAT NOBODY WOULD USE OR CLICK ONTO?

ANSWER NUMBER SIX, PCN-413.

OK good folks, now here are the major and main items, from my match-book lists (canon) if you will, selected by me as most important, for each of these six (PCN’S) or PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBERS, listed above, that came out on random card draws, as explained in many prior and not Richard Blogs, for querying the GAWNUM, along with full instructions such as compatibility checks, branchcodes, and other things as well, pertaining to developing skills for operating the GAWNUM WISDOM.



Only five things will be typed here, as PCN-220 was shown to be my answer on two occasions. We will therefore begin with that number, and then do the canon lists of the other four of them.



PCN-220*******************************************

BOOK OF BEACH—JED CLAMPETT—DONNA SUMMER—TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH ME IN MY FIFTIES—LIVE FOREVER—ASTRAL PLANE—SANDRA MASON—MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS—HIP HOP MUSIC—MOUNTAINPEN—GODDESS JEHOVAH’S DREAM

PCN-413********************************************

SONG—ZERO—APOLLO LUCIFER—HELL—GIRL—BURN—ROBERT MCGUIRE—ATLANTIC OCEAN—MEDICAL OFFICE—SWIM—SCYLLA GODDESS—I HAVE LOST BOTH MY DAUGHTERS FOREVER—



PCN-682*********************************************

TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH—PROJECT BLUEBOOK—CANCER—QUEENS—THE MORNING LIGHT—BEAVER—MOVING—TWENTY—PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE—



PCN-781**********************************************

CREATOR—BABYLON—MICHAEL PATTERSON—JULY TWELVE NINETEEN SEVENTY—BUZZARD—BALLOON—GODS DOG—PROPHET OF NOTHING—EXTREMELY VIOLENT—



PCN-176***********************************************

P—TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN—THAT FAMILY—NO FEELINGS—FLIRTATION—SHE LIKES ME—PAULA UWICH—JIMMY LEEDS—CREEPING UP—SUSAN BOYLE—HUNTINGTON—OHIO AVENUE—DISCO MUSIC—ROBERT LEVY—ROGER CAREY—GEORGE BUSH—FORT PIERCE—ICE MACHINE—EXPLORATRON TRAVELER—




Now people, I forgot the seventh question that I had asked about a week or so ago, and received the answer to, so I’ll do it as one thing here, the question, the PCN answer, and the match-book items or selections from my list (canons) that I decide to make public for view, as they are the most powerful pertinent things to my own personal life and all of its interactions.



WHO OR WHAT, WAS MOSTLY RESPONCIBLE, FOR MY MOTHER BEING STRUCK DOWN, ON DECEMBER 26, 1997; WITH A HORRIFIC ILLNESS, THAT WENT UNDIAGNOSABLE, AND LEFT HER LINGERING IN EXCRUCIATING MENTAL AND PHYSICAL AGONY, AS A RESULT; UNTIL THE DAY OF HER DEMISE, ON MARCH THE FOURTH, IN THE YEAR OF 2000?



PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER-363 WAS THE ANSWER GIVEN TO ME BY THE GREAT CAT, GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!
ITEMS MATCHING THIS NUMBER and SELECTED HERE, ARE:

SARAH KRASSLE—REAL GOOD GIRL—AUGUST FIFTEEN NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX—TABLE FIFTEEN—’STAR TREK’ SHOW—BOY—SIN—JULIA ROBERTS—NATIONAL PARK—TOY—CAT—SAD—BOHEMIAN CLUB—VIQUEENS GANG—TOP—TRANSMISSION—NEW—


Now for the frikkin upset of upsets. Some rumors circulate around that are off base and about as true as a magicians hat or a flying rabbit inside of it. It really pisses me off to see that people do not take a good hard look at the fact that the internet is a totally reliable source, and really what is; for getting at the truth. After-all, I know it has my family about as yucked up and incomplete, and totally goddamn sanitized as a hospital closet full of bleach and sterile cleaning solutions, all mixed in with sike wards and special education classes. There are some folks that have recently brought to my attention, a terrible and totally false rumor about me, my 'YBCO' song from last year that originated from my old 1983 GITYA, song, and today at the Avalon studio, another source totally confirmed for me, that many peeps in power, think that this is some attempt by me, to take some kind of action for this entire messy business, in a court of law, the very furtherest thing from my mind. I cried all the way home in my car from the recording studio. I am not the least bit interested in anything like this, and if I ever find out who started this horrendous monstrous rumor, they will be harshly dealt with, and will wish they were back on a rack during the times of the Inquisition, next to what I’ll do to them. Nobody is going to turn the great SSJKK against me, and get away with it. I want nothing at all from her, only for her to be happy, and if she so chooses to keep me away from her during this lifetime that we are both in, then that is her frikkin business. I do not want anything from her, other than for her to show me that she is happy, and has overcome as best as she can, some of the past. I am proud and honored at what she did in 1997, and I only wish her the best on her new project as well. Heaven only help whoever is trying to spread this newest crap, because I will gladly go to prison for life for cutting out your mother lucking heartless heart. Only a totally heartless mother lucker could start something like this about me, after all I’ve suffered through, and her as well for that matter, so if you act totally heartlessly, then I’ll make sure that you will be as heartless on the inside, as you are on the frikkin outside, so watch your fucking ass back, whoever is behind this little Pizzeria rumor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well now I know why GOOGLE has interfered so damn much with this song getting looked at, as well as anyone being able to get to my account at all up there, ever since last summer time when all this writ with ”YBCO” all began; so STUCK YOU, EVIL WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA and 'AHA', Mike McNulty Sir.

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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 on this Thursday, and this 22^nd day in June, of the year of 2023, and who are persecuting me with nasty air siege and nasty computer hacking especially the black-hat MNR-HACK; 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.

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Images for Billy Harner Summer of Love 2000

You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????

Yes my new reader Sir Bert Jenkins, I admit that insignificant whittle Mister Mountainpen is read all around the world by his small but very persistent following, as these blogs began back in early January of 2006, coming up soon on a full 18 years now. Not that many blogs R in fact nearly 18 years of age.

Boy oh boy oh boy, what is happening around me and this entire world; oh Mister Hall, and your mighty fawces from Camden's world renown licorice plant, up in NJUSAESMWG (New Jersey)????????????? Yes the story of Walgreen's is powerful 4 many reasons, am I right Sir Swap; but then comes the LOIS FOCA TEARS, with buckets and oceans, and followed by great song arrangers such as the wonderful Mister Tom Glenn of Havertown, PAUSAESMWG, and then comes the rest of the Mac Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant story, which soon will B even further expounded upon; if that is even remotely frikkin' conceivable by this Earth's populations. WOW-2-THIS; right Sir Bert Jenkins? WELLLLLLLLLL, just keep reading, digesting, and yes, wondering, as the rest of cosmos is seemingly doing 2.

I almost lost my lunch when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from 1995 up through right now in 2023; was dating a new guy now, “RUSS WALKER”. I had, just back five or six months earlier; copyrighted my book with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS WALKER, titled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Then came the final kicker B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish, and they all decided 2 leave after that, and they did. They all were sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THE STAR TRAVELERS”. I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that title that I did, as I felt 100 percent compelled 2 do this. It was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 send those other future 21^st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31^st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Something beyond HUUUUUUUGE is up; huh Senator Sanders, ole' buddy-ole' pal?????

Lots of peeps know how powerful the Jewelly White story is and just how it connects up 2 the very present days and times of this very date in middle late
June in the year of 2023. Trying 2 get into this right now would B psychological suicide 4 me and I simply am out of energy and need 2 relax, recharge, eat me' whittle din-din, and think about lovely Mizz Betty Roach Davis 4 a while fwolks, and Mister Fwudddd. WOW!!!!!!!!

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“HI STEVE”, 2 quote my awesome kid from middle late 2009.

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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 6

Hey SS; lotsapeeps R reading this whittle bwog today. Sure hope that U read the 5^th letter 2U soon, so far it shows a zero view, so U have been busy today. Each blog shows views as well as the overall pageviews shown on the blog stats 4 the blog itself. Hope your holiday went well, YO. I weelwee like our new system until the August cases all start up. We'll B busy in Manhattan by the 3^rd week in good old August. I can't wait 2C if the old northeastern USA is still really there somewhere nearby 'Truman's marvelous bathtub'. Lightning has come over 2 visit me, so I will come back 2 this blog. SHE (DIANA) has come over twice a day every day just about 4 20-40 days straight now, SS; and has made me beyond ecstatic, thrilled, and giddily happy, squared, cubed, and Havana Cuban on absolute steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lightning, your little boy loves U so vely vely vely, non 1972-McDowell much, my awesome baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS.

SS; the mind is the part of all of us that is of course completely divided by the speed of light squared from our true beingness, and at truth and energy or in what bible believers call the spirit world and the heavens; our real complete full self exists in a timelessness. All the stuff in our dreams here is a scattering of Astral truths, but none of it is one tiny bit inconsequential nor should ever B ignored. This is Y of course, PEE is so often discussed in these BOM-BLOGS, and in that parallel world, she and the owner of the E-BAY have a separate merged corporation in 2023 and this will B told 2U in detail in following letter-blogs 2U, mostly after this is all converted into a private blog only. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Nothing in dreams or waking life can B truly ignored. We may choose 2 do it, but there is always the flip side 2 our chosen coin-path, so 2 speak, kind sir. I'll get into all of Thissssssss as well. DIANA is lovely, and I love HER and need 2 go out on me' porch and watch HER until the rain comes down. My 5^th letter 2U is now over, please read #5 and #6 notes, as soon as is humanly possible. TANKS & BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CUT AND PASTED (CAPPED) AS IT PERTAINS 2 RIGHT NOW.

Moving this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college, where she never went to the detention center down the road from our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it, MMMMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS. There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law & Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now, Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS. Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen Marylou in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once, giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally non-bloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most likely trans-dimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen, and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother fucking know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable dam hell as a result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK guest, folks, WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW.

BYE-BYE, oh wonderful and kind SIR SWAP.

WHEN U FIGURE OUT WHAT GIVES IN EGG HARBOR CITY, NEW JERSEY SIR, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, AS IT GOES WAY OVER MY HEAD AND I MAKE NO BONES ABOUT THAT!

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My beautiful LIGHTNING, thank U so much 4 coming around me every single day and many days recently 2 and 3 and even 4 times. U-
R the most wonderful awesome beautiful coil on the entire ASTRAL PLANE, but that is naught Y your 'little boy' Ricky loves U so much. That is only one tiny part and reason 4 my endless love 4U, my lovely wonderful beautiful Diana Z.A. If U-R alive and out there, Patty; as I have no way of knowing thissssssss; THANK-U-4 SHOWING ME THE GREAT FASCITAR, as without that, I would never have any human memories or awareness 2 my great love, Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait until chapter 8 letter 2U is written, Sir Swap, “like WOW”!!!!!!! It will B filled with wild stuff that is just now in this wild incredible beyond surreal JUNE-2023-month, being completely put together by me, the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 7

Wednesday Afternoon, 21 June, 2023

Now something happened in hyperspace, back around the very beginning of this June month that 4 obvious reasons, I did not get into on this blog. I went 2 sleep and 4 the most part had a quiet night that many call a 'dreamless sleep'. Time is only an illusion and all that ever happens 2 anyone of us is that we “focus shift our attention from one reality 2 another one”, to quote MC's wonderful mama from 1974, lovely Patricia HHH. At the very end of my sleep on that night of one of the first three days or so of this month, I was in a place that I never felt the need 2 go into on any blog at the time since first off, I did not fully understand how 2 relate 2 my experience and needed more time 4 properly digesting it all. Also secondly SS, I felt it was a bit 2-PRIVATE for public blogging. It all took place in my Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment at the Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue where I resided in waking world dimensionality from the age of about 14 and two thirds years through 20 and one sixth years of physical Earth-Time and present-lifetime age. A lot of small 10 inch screen black and white TV sets were spewed all around the living room all over making a total mess and causing total inability 2 even so much as B able 2 walk around. They all were on and the ones closer 2 the east wall of the living room were tuned 2 a channel showing my distant cousin DJT at his present time age today, talking 2 reporters about something that was making him angry. Then on the western side of the room were the television sets that were tuned 2 a different channel all displaying my ex-son in law standing outside of a nightclub in Manhattan with a bunch of dorky stupid looking teenagers, and he had an extremely dopey and idiotic expression on his face and was speaking 2 one of them about some total butt wipe moronic thing such as being under aged, and thereby needed 2 get a hold of some fake ID so as 2B able 2 get into the club B4 the show started. Then all of the TV-sets winked out completely and displayed only blank and dark screens. Then a weird whispering sound like winds blowing off in the distance began growing louder, until they eventually stopped and there was only total silence everywhere. Then all of the sets came on again and all of them displayed the number of '6-20' and then a voice emanated from them all without showing anyone speaking it, saying Tuesday June twentieth, and repeated this over and over again about a dozen times. I wish 2 the gods of the Astral Plane, SS, that I had told this dream, but in all honesty, it did not make full complete sense until this very morning around half past 11 of the clock as I awakened from slumber in my bed in my north bedroom here at my residence oh SIR. When I had originally come out of this dream about two and a half weeks earlier, I was convinced that the voice coming from the TV-sets was saying FRIDAY, but suddenly I know now, that it was saying 'TUESDAY'. WELL, and naught lovely 'Mizz Tuesday Wells' from days past; in total truth I awoke and started 2 think that this dream was about the following year, because I also thought originally that this voice on the TV was saying the 25^th, and not the 20^th of JUNE. It took me a solid week 2 begin 2 wonder just which of these things had been spoken by this TV-voice in my Oaklyn transdimensional apartment back early this June. I began wrestling with this in my head 4 days, and had a calendar with me showing both this year and next year, and things made no particular sense until about five days ago when I then knew that it was about Tuesday the 20^th day, and that was a date that fell on this year and naught next leap year. Then came yesterday SS, and the mind boggle of my life. I went 2 watch the evening local streaming news on my ROKU-TV system 4 that day yesterday, June 20, 2023; and POW, I got the mind blow of new age MARCUCCI-THAXTON-1969, and on absolute steroids while streaming my Palm Beach Channel 5 news, YO SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y of course, that voted number 1 STAR TREK SHOW episode called “The City on the Edge of Forever” is so incredible and personal 2 me now, oh wonderful SIR. The voted number 1 episode during that 30 year STAR TREK ANNIVERSARY in 1996 while I was residing in my Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG death house on Harvard Avenue; was when Mister Spock was explaining 2 Captain Kirk how life and time itself worked in these Einsteinian type of spooky fawces. He said they might have a chance 2 find Doctor McCoy even though he could B anywhere on the Earth back in 1930, thereby causing a transdimensional effect with lovely actress Mizz Collins by stopping her from dying in a street car accident and her then going onto befriend the president of the USA during the soon 2 come WWII, and bringing her peace movement into fruition and preventing us from developing the atomic bomb B4 the enemy axis powers do and then as a result, capture the world. He said that time may B fluid and have backwash and eddies and thereby cause things 2 come together. Then I take all of this in conjunction with that wild dreaming experience and then C how those wild events on yesterday's 6-20 news; all fit in those 'exact same eddies and backwash fluid ways', keeping in mind that the 4^th as well as the 5^th dimensions R completely intermingled together. Trillions of eons ago B4 the subatomic energies ever became matter and part of any of our lives out here in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, stuff was being all planned out in and by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL. This included my daughter and her name initials, her 2^nd hubby Sir Nick, the birth and chosen career path of a federal judge, and her decision 2 reside in a town 2 my north called Vero Beach, Florida-USA, the great Fort Pierce Courthouse 2 then B constructed directly following my moving into a public housing building (PEE-HA) in Fort Pierce, not quite 2 blocks away from the intersection of Route #1 and Orange Avenue at 601 Avenue B, my distant cousin appointing that judge back when he was our 45^th USA President, and the list goes on and on and on and on, and we all know it, mighty great SIR SWAP, only let us not forget her chosen court-date, of the day B4 my nightmare with Trump all began in 1986, which was AUGUST 15^th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW on steroids 2 that one, huh great wonderful marvelous sir???????????

All I can add in here is that I wish 2 the astral gods and goddesses as well as the Almighty SSJKK (Singularity), that I had discussed this wild dream predicting this 6-20 date back on the the first week of this month, as now, peeps need 2 take me' word 4 this, and my critics and haters will of course never ever do that. They deny my junk even when it is all factually proven. This is now something that I can only prove by endlessly offering up this oath of truth that I am more than willing at any time 2B polygraphed, and sodium pentothol drug tested 2 verify I am speaking the absolute 100 percent truth here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 6

Early Monday Evening, 19 June, 2023

“HI STEVE”, 2 quote my awesome kid from middle late 2009.

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Hey SS; lotsapeeps R reading this whittle bwog today. Sure hope that U read the 5^th letter 2U soon, so far it shows a zero view, so U have been busy today. Each blog shows views as well as the overall pageviews shown on the blog stats 4 the blog itself. Hope your holiday went well, YO. I weelwee like our new system until the August cases all start up. We'll B busy in Manhattan by the 3^rd week in good old August. I can't wait 2C if the old northeastern USA is still really there somewhere nearby 'Truman's marvelous bathtub'. Lightning has come over 2 visit me, so I will come back 2 this blog. SHE (DIANA) has come over twice a day every day just about 4 20-40 days straight now, SS; and has made me beyond ecstatic, thrilled, and giddily happy, squared, cubed, and Havana Cuban on absolute steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lightning, your little boy loves U so vely vely vely, non 1972-McDowell much, my awesome baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS.

SS; the mind is the part of all of us that is of course completely divided by the speed of light squared from our true beingness, and at truth and energy or in what bible believers call the spirit world and the heavens; our real complete full self exists in a timelessness. All the stuff in our dreams here is a scattering of Astral truths, but none of it is one tiny bit inconsequential nor should ever B ignored. This is Y of course, PEE is so often discussed in these BOM-BLOGS, and in that parallel world, she and the owner of the E-BAY have a separate merged corporation in 2023 and this will B told 2U in detail in following letter-blogs 2U, mostly after this is all converted into a private blog only. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Nothing in dreams or waking life can B truly ignored. We may choose 2 do it, but there is always the flip side 2 our chosen coin-path, so 2 speak, kind sir. I'll get into all of thissssssss as well. DIANA is lovely, and I love HER, and need 2 go out on me' porch and watch HER until the rain comes down. My 5^th letter 2U is now over, please read #5 and #6 notes, as soon as is humanly possible. TANKS & BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CUT AND PASTED (CAPPED) AS IT PERTAINS 2 RIGHT NOW.

Moving this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college, where she never went to the detention center down the road from our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it, MMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS. There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law & Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now, Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS. Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen Marylou in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once, giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally non-bloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most likely trans-dimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen, and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother fucking know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable dam hell as a result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK guest, folks, WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW.

BYE-BYE, oh wonderful and kind SIR SWAP.

WHEN U FIGURE OUT WHAT GIVES IN EGG HARBOR CITY, NEW JERSEY SIR, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, AS IT GOES WAY OVER MY HEAD AND I MAKE NO BONES ABOUT THAT!

One thing cannot ever B disputed, SS, and that is simply thissssssss, if you'll permit me 2 quote lovely Mizz Erica AMC Kane here. The Incollingo Grocery Store on Route #30 in EHC, NJUSAESMWG is where I bought those TRANSDIMENSIONAL CUPCAKES, while I resided at the Jenny Plageman Trailer Park in the town a wee bit down 2 the west of EH-City, known as Mullica, NJUSAESMWG. Then comes the great awesome lovely Mizz Leticia Tilley who lives less than one block from that store whom at the time of the cupcakes incident, I did not even know existed on this Earth. When I did meet up with her through the King family a couple of years later on, I was awestruck by her physical appearance, not just her beauty, but because she was the exact same twin-person of my daughter when she was that same age of between 14 and 16 and even at the end of her teens, and I had a videotape from the Blockbuster Video Store that I had purchased back in the beginning of the 1990's at her very first concert, walking around a stage and moving some junk around. If anyone tried 2 guess who was who, they would not B able 2 as the two of them would B indistinguishable. Then I came 2 learn that they were third cousins 4 times in-law-removed, (3-C---4-ILR). This was during a time when I was being taunted by lovely Mizz Dawn-Marie King each time we would drive by a particular place in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG and I would make some statement about my recurring school dreams taking place in this city, and was trying 2 learn more about schools that R in that city, and she played a horrendous game with me until her mom finally blurted out the actual place that I had been dreaming of 4 so many many years, oh SS, right next door 2 a potato chip factory and in a parallel realm was a large food manufacturing plant as well as retail outlet where food stuffs could actually B purchased by the general public, a sort of Sam's Club of this world system, only it was food stuffs only that were sold there. Here, SAMS CLUBS R part of the Walmart Store system, and Sam stands of course 4 Sir Samuel Walton, the now Latengrate, proving how all of the money in the world cannot stop Mister Mortimer Mortino from marching towards and touching us one day. A nice little morbid thought 2 add in here, 2 quote the great 1971 Sir Mike McNulty. Still, Egg Harbor is an extremely wild place 4 the poor old diseased pathetic Mountainpen, oh wonderful SS. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BYE-BYE, SIR SWAP.

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 5

10:16 AM, late on Monday Morning

June 19^th, 2023 Juneteenth Day Helliday-Holiday

When I went 2 copy the blue background material that is copied and printed here below SS, at five minutes past ten on this Juneteenth moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, 19 June, 2023 Monday; I was MAJOR MOTHER F****** CUM-PUKE-HER HACKED, the entire system crashed and almost was lost, but got restored sir by the OO-Program's auto system of recovery.

Steve Sir, I am SUPER HIGH 'CCOT' now, on this day; and am holding at best now, at about one point one on both GL & MA.

First off, only a handful of Professor M. Kaku types around this globe, whether at 'NYU', or anywhere else; can grasp the smallest part of why this is so powerful and so dangerous, and may B-Y-I am going through so damn dog ass much incredible persecution and siege. First off, I dared to use a military radio to talk to lightning, while working there as a guard. No human is allowed to talk to a goddess. Ancient Astronaut Theorists would use an even more dangerous name for why I got myself into such horrendous trouble back in these middle eighties times, am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? In any case, nobody can tell me who I can and can't love, and go onto dictate to me or my heart; who and what I can fall madly in love with. They think they can, and they can kill me, or torment me and harass me, and they do; just that. But no one has the power and ability to stop love, right Tracy Ullman and Chris 501 Blumblues scum?

I do know that these crash-hacks somehow pertain 2 font printing variances where some kind of BDC font when copied back 2 the Open Office Program, seems 2 cause me an intermittent problem. It doesn't always cause crashes in other words, but IT CAN INDEED F****** CAUSE A CRASH, so it is like when the Spaceforce Spammenies want it to, then it WILL HAPPEN 2 ME; SS. Also, the goddamn DEATH ANGEL is on me today like all lights out cubed and Cuban!!!!!!!!!! So after my Maggie-Counterstrike 4 this death assault on me; I will add in some powerful stuff 4 your perusal from older blogs. Yes, citizens R most definitely naught permitted 2 ever communicate with higher forms of life, naught without major retribution it would appear, oh wonderful sir, and I still say that the MACY CLUB is naught the entire picture here, a very large piece of it YES, but naught the whole goddamn smack. Watching educational television programs over the past decade or more about the ancient astronaut theory stuff, I know that there is more 2 my goddessdog woe-whiz-me pwobwems oh SIR, than just Trump and Carey, and other distant cuzz perhaps, lovely Martha Cook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? Am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC:

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 with major endless computer crashes, hacking, and endless interruptions and have struck me a half hour ago with this most recent crash; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

Now SS, it is time 4U2C a few wild things that all obviously endlessly R interconnected with the present times and always will B, so if U have any questions or queries, U can do another RC-mail delivery service and I'll blog-answer U again, so please, readeth on:

SOOOOOOOOOO, B4-I make my CAPPING-JOB, let me discuss Jewelly White's 2^nd calendar from the great South American Mayan situation in a sort of quick and abridged refresher memory course. This will let the CAP JOB tie in a whole lot better 4U. Back when the Mayan Calendar terminated after thousands of years, it did naught mean the world would end as so many of the planet's populous so believed would B the case. It simply meant that times would alter, and in ways larger than just the usual sociological alterations that happen 'intergenerationally', as I believe Morianity has coined the term and the phrase here. The 22^nd day of December in the year of 2012 was Jewelly White's first NEW CALENDRICAL DAY. In those early opening days of her 2^nd calendar, neither Mountainpen, nor his Morianity Bible, was aware as of yet in the Space-Time-Mind dimension, that exists in all of the matter-worlds goes; that Julia White and Julian Black were all one tiny yet incredibly urgent piece and part of something also yet 2B named and termed, the Seek And Find Expansion Technique of the Christian Biblical Scriptures. Only PINK SCYLLA GODDESS, who in present human form, and the 2^nd time in that form, and interacting with me over the past half century; knew of the situation that was revealed 2 me, even B4 my becoming aware of the 'SAFET', and discussing it 4 the very first time on my Morianity BOM-BLOGS in the 2^nd half of last year, 2022; and had ever gone 2 a local Fort Pierce, Florida-USA GOODWILL STORE, 2 purchase some old original STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW VHS VIDEO-TAPES, watched them at my leisure at my PEE-HA apartment shortly thereafter, and as time passed and years passed; eventually came 2 the powerhouse unfathomable, conclusion and realization or maybe revelation is yet a better word 2 use; that PINK SKY GODDESS was obviously SARAH of 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG back in the middle and late 1960's. Hey, I didn't make up that great movie “Glitter”. It is like that famous expression U know SS, and all peeps of the world know it well, “I don't create the news, I am just writing and speaking about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But when evidence begins piling up 2 the damn ass degree that these BOM-BLOGS R in fact doing and in absolutely undeniable ways 4 crying out goddessdog louder than all of Dogtown; well; it is time 2 stop PLAYING GAMES HERE, despite the whole world laughing the crap at me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. The proof 2 my entire tale here IS THIS BLOG THAT IS NOW NEARLY 18 YEARS OLD. Please don't let these pricks make it disappear, SIR SWAP, OH PWEEEEEEEZE, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had not been in sub poverty even back as a mother F****** child, with me' tiny whittle black and white (Julian & Julia) television set, lovely Mizz Ripoff-Brittney Crazyfamily; well SS; U know that I would have seen the PINK GODDESS and put this all together long long long Mizz Ingrid of 1984, B4-I was able 2 do after viewing the episode on the Star Trek show in COLOR after purchasing that video cassette tape (VHS) at the GW-STORE, called, “Where No Man Has Gone B4”, one of the very first 8 episodes of the original STAR TREK SHOW, if my memory is adequately serving me here. So read this cut and pasted deal now, SS, please sir. Just C how I am no nutcase crackpot, despite 1000 WFMU laugh pages and accusations 2 that damn ass effect!!!!!!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Saturday, January 14, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0297

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0297

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

START OF BLOG:

I only wish that I was still keeping a taped life journal, but this first sentence will totally perfectly dovetail and round robin itself with all of the rest of this blog. I am not, and that is the facts. Saying the family from the north is the culprit is no longer some kind of constant after today, as today was a day of super revelation. What caused it was a combination of things viewed on cable television, and the detective mindset that I have come to develop in the past decade or so resulting from the most incredible life and situations imaginable. I could end all of MORIANITY, and not care about blogging, just using the word document as my journal, but I have come this far, and until this project has ended, I may as well plug on as usual, at least for the time being.

Ann King was not lying about cousin Paula and the concert and the military and along these lines. The problem is that Ann was not talking about a few years back, but more than half a century now. I must be very discreet and subtle, and only I will absolutely understand this blog, well, and “THEM”. I had started thinking that the family was the problem, and that the island incident as a youth was quite separate. Now I can see that a major miscalculation was made. Still, even with new revelations, I am not at a place yet and maybe never will be; where I can know for certain or even near to certain; whether this is happening on a quantum level only, and then just filtering down to the post atomic sized worlds and realms that I can know and interact with, or and just as equally potentially possible, is that 'God All Mighty' has chosen to do all of this, and quantum physics exists as a mere illusion to the realer truths, just as Jim Burr implied long ago in the nineteen seventies and eighties, when he spoke his famous words of the supernatural world being behind 'magnetics', and not the other way around, as I believed. Ever since 2007 turned into 2008, I came to see that I had been blocking out from my life, a lot more than just Sarah from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City. Most people would say it is all totally normal to take what appears to be silly little things from either childhood or teen life, and push them forever into distant or consciously forgotten memory as adult life swings into beingness. This would be true in many or most cases. Certain things however proved that in my case, there was too much smoke involved in these shadows of my past, to permit them to remain endlessly shut out of the rest of my current lifetime, and the first real big one was in early June of 1980, and this of course being going to sleep and having the most powerful dreaming experience imaginable, where the song, “Love Is For Carpenters” first was sung to me in the space time continuum. Then we have six years later in the great sleepless city, then a decade after this, and then a dozen years after this, it just refused to go away. This is not me doing this, it is not my fault, and maybe it is not anyone doing this or anyone's fault, but whatever is playing out, it will not just go away. It is a run away freight train on fire, barreling down the mountainside, exploding, burning; and with totally broken brakes. When I break it all down, even compressed for tonight, and coded and carefully covertly said and done, only myself and those involved in this, will know where I am now in my thinking, at this point in Jacobson Watergate time, my lovely Senators.

Has anyone out here noticed that there basically are two things now advertised on the major media systems of America, the one being automobiles which is always the standard norm so this is a nonsecuator, and the other is the future computer, still known as phones? A child at this point can see that in a couple of years tops, computers will no longer exist. Now, carefully worded here Muscles Ed, certain great daughters seem to know the future all the time. The internet does not deny it in one aspect when the topic is Google searched, and then there was the commercial poking fun at Mark James, the dog-food and drugstore fetcher. This mocking of me was done on one of these future computer systems. Now if this seemingly omniscient being knows so much, then the question poses, why then team up with someone that in short order will be for the most part, a failed relationship? Well, if I can compare my mother's ideas of Aunt Geraldine Snow and her daughter Notralph Blakeatt, after my Aunt contracted ALS, and how I told how my mom used to refer to the two of them in a certain way because they were the only ones able to understand each other when the disease progressed; well, let us see if this concept is not a lot more real with another team. It seems that neither one cared about anything beyond getting certain double strand helix chemistry, (DNA). Remember, that I had no way of knowing the man being discussed here back in 1996, yet he sure knew me, and did not appear to be madly in love with me either. Now taking all of this, shaking it up, and throwing it onto the table; and two things come out. One is that a bizarre bunch of coincidences present themselves, and I am just forcing patterns to draw a picture, so that I can get closer to some truth; and then the other is that all of this wild stuff is totally the truth. Going with the latter here, this means that the all mighty knew recently that I was on the cusp of getting this far in figuring all of this out, and perhaps this is why I have been made to suffer so much recently. There is no proof to this however, even if the latter of the two is correct, still, let us say that the latter is indeed correct, and then so is this conjecture and postulation. I have noticed that the weather on Planet Earth is very sensitive to hyperspace stuff, and major events that normally would not seem weather connected, with and around me, but must be after all these many times. Florida is experiencing its first really cool snap at the same time of this revelation. Again, this can be right on, or right nothing. Still, it is worth typing.

Today, my scum bag nabes from across the hall have been back in their in and out and shouting in the hall mode. It comes and goes, just like all the other crap all around me 24-7-365.

Now on top of this stuff, crap at work has been timed precisely with this seemingly non-related to this location, situation, up north. Stock broker board meeting room #2 was the beginning of it, back in the beginning of autumn somewhere. Since then, my health has been under severe attack, as well as attacks on all fronts, all sides, and all flanks. As for Ann, there is no way of understanding this very complex person. She appears to be a regular Jersey hick, but she is anything but; and is way more than she appears; and tricked me into being her friend, and stole what little life I had, taking away all I had; which was not much. She has my 40 inch television, while I am down here with a 20, and she has no guilt feelings whatsoever for what her daughter Dawn did to me. There is enough shame to go around for five hundred years, that all can be divvied up evenly between this entire miserable family from the stars, or wherever? Looks like Sarah's broom did indeed come up to me, and light-switches broke all over me, or am I imagining something here, United States mother trucking Copyright Office????????

Then there is Billy C. There seems on the surface to be no connection, but digging a little deeper, he said to me that he knows the H branch of this family well, and they have peeps here, and near Kings Highway and Kings Ranch. Then we have both the ESB claim of ruler-ship, and Billy saying he is Jesus Christ come back, and when he takes off his shades, his eyes are glaring jewels. If I am lying about this, FBI; come fucking arrest me right now at 601 Avenue B, Apartment 607, as I've had just about enough from this bunch from hell, and something will eventually give, with or without your interference. This is an observation, not a threat. I just know simple logic, and hopefully, it will suffice George Burns and Gracie Allen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will talk a lot more as more stuff happens, and it will, it is past the point of no return now, and anyone can see this, unless they try not to look at it, GWPOS. You saw what you saw, SAM, forget son-cops and Lab Dogs, YO because this is not what is important here. Shoemaker indeed made lots of trouble for me, and their daughter Tracy, was the engineer at the Technion Building, that once was the great route 73, 901-Building. Adding the magic one of the binary code, and we get the realer emergency, right Angela and Donna?

Well folks, Whaaaaaaaaa, I will sign off for right now. Same time and channel, Batman and Jessup and Minor, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog Terminates at this pernt, ARCHIE AITF BUNKER. Give Eddie Munster my best, DW.

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COMPUTER HACKING BIG BUSINESS SELLING EVERYBODY DOWN THE ROAD

Labels: Alien Abuductions, Astral Plane, Bermuda Triangle, , Millionth-Council, UFO Sightings, Wall Street

KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0296

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

GOOD OLD JEWELLY WHITE AND HER SECOND CALENDAR, STARTING ON DECEMBER 22^nd OF 2012!!!!!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00012, BLOG-B

MORIANITY-2

JEWELLY WHITE'S CALENDAR 2, DAY 12, BLOG-B

5:29 PM-EST, AT FORT HELL PIERCED, BOTBARIDA, FL

WORST SUPER TRUCKING BOTBAR OF 2013, AND NOW HOLDING AT 50% MPB FOR 'TWENTY' DUCKING RUNT 'THIRTEEN', TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN, OR HOWEVER THE NEW WAY FOR PRONOUNCING YEARS NOW IS FASHIONABLE, AS IT SEEMS TO HAVE ALTERED AGAIN, HUH, MY WONDERFUL 1969 TIME TRAVELING EDUCATOR, MISSES MAROLLA???????????????????????????????

ALL DAY TODAY, IS SUPER MOTHER FRUCKING BUNT TAPPING TOTAL HELL CUBED. FIRE ALARMS IN THE MORNING, CONTINUOUS DOOR SLAMMING AND SHOUTING IN THE HALLWAY, FROM THESE EVIL SATANIC SCUM BAG FILTH CHEWING UNCOUTH DIRT BAG NABES OF MINE, A MASSACRE IN MY SYSTEMS ROULETTE THIS AFTERNOON, CAUSED BY CONTINUOUS NOISE FROM THESE SKIT BUTT NABES, AND AN OBVIOUSLY FLYING RUNT FLAPPING DOW JONES AVGERAGES STOCK MARKET; AND MY NEGATIVE PARALLEL-EVENT TO THIS SITUATION, THAT'S BEEN FOLLOWING, STALKING, AND HAUNTING ME; LIKE A TRILLION ROCK CHUCKING WICKED GHOSTS; EVER SINCE THE MIDDLE TRUCKING BUTT NINETEEN EIGHTIES, THAT IS AKA (ICPE-APE TECH).

I KNOW LONGER BELIEVE IN ANYONE, AND THEREBY, NO ONE HAS ONE TINY BIT OF CREDIBILITY WITH ME; NO ONE ANYWHERE ON THIS DISEASED PUKE HURLING PUNY MINDED PLANET. BUT STILL, ACCORDING TO AN E-MAIL FROM DEBBIE, BACK BEFORE NEW YEARS HOLIDAY; THE SUBWOOFER SYSTEM HAS BEEN OUTLAWED, AND THEY WERE TOLD TO REMOVE IT; SO IF IT COMES BACK, 'THEY SAY' A 30-DAY EVICTION WILL BE AUTOMATIC. STILL, AS YOU KNOW FROM READING THIS SLIT BEFORE THE MUSIC BECAME A MOTHER DUCKING ISSUE, THEY ARE ALL BAD ENOUGH OVER THERE, WITHOUT ANY OF THE THUMP-NOISE-ATTACK PERSECUTION; AND HAVE RECENTLY LET ME REDISCOVER THAT FACT FOR MYSELF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whaaaaa-ha-aha-aha!!!!

Now after the stock market closed, and after a short half hour back off from these trucking wicked demonic neighbors from hell across the mother ducking hallway just beyond my tiny little mucking ass onion thin door that a small child could punch in, should they so choose to ever do; I played the system-roulette again, with far different results, and if I may shift my gears here Michelle and peeps, 'SLAM, BANG, WHAM, POW', it just never stops, it's worse than it has ever trucking runt slapping been, since these diseased shot-holes came to mucking butt live here. If I do not escape this, I'll be stark raving lucking crazy, and I will have my SSD in the bank tomorrow, and I then will be able to purchase some food and gasoline, and so then also; I plan to drive to the police station, and press charges against this PH Building, as well as harassment and criminal charges, against these ducking dirt bag scum ball mucking rock chucking nabes over there, or should I trucking say what they truly are; total ducking wild animals!!!!!!!!!!!!! Brings back memories from X-mas 1979 and RPL.

A child can, and does, see what is really happening. It takes no big brain, and Scylla has a huge brain, filled with all kinds of warped and wild ugly things, I'm quite sure. We go back a lot longer than the days that my readers, even you mostly NSA readers, could ever have a real honest clue about; as your bosses are keeping secrets even from you, as you all operate on a military system called, NTK, (Need To Know). I know this, as my father was a US Naval Officer, and did a bit of talking in his sleep over a week visit, back in early 1974, right around this very time as a frucking runt matter of fact, 37 years ago to the week, the first week in bunt tapping 'Seasons in the Sun' January, huh Mister Terry Jackson; only there is no joy in Mudville, not with Casey, or me. Only with me, it is Stacey who is making my entire life a living lucking hell, and the great 'phone company' is sworn to eternal secrecy, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have counted 30 slams and 22 tolerable slams so far today and since the past Sunday, when this frucking skit began, 4 a grand total of 194 loud slams that eventually will break your doors, PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, and don't ever trucking runt tell me that you have not been told or warned; as I've been shouting out to you for six mother ducking rock licking months now, and you do not give a skit and a half; so it is all on you when your property is all wrecked, but don't raise my mother tucking rent, or we'll have a real trucking problem, other than for the few dollars of your take as the 30% cut you will be getting soon, if I am dumb enough to remain in this apartment for a third year lease, with these total shmucking butt animals; off of a meager 1.7% SS, so-called laughable cost of living raise adjustment, as real COL is about 300% of that trucking amount, YO!!!!!!!! It is a total insult, like SS funeral benefits that have been the same amount of benefit for about a half century now if I am anywhere near accurate. You'd save money by admitting you have no funeral benefit, cut it completely, and put the money in the mother lucking ass treasury, YO, as it is an insult to any beneficiary's intelligence, as was that 1.7 frucking percentage COL increase. You may as well just keep it and throw it at your secret UFO projects or whatever the luck you guys in Washington are spending it on. You're all a bunch of mucking crooks. I'd be in jail for nine lifetimes if I did one ninth of what you all do every damn day, and this is why the legal age of sexual consent in Washington is the best kept secret that is a real real real taboo subject, publicly, but true nonetheless; AGE-13. The true and real reason that I do not run off, is that I am on disability and need what pittance you do allow me. As soon as I turn the age where my disability becomes my Social Security in 7 years give or take, I will be far away where none of you can trucking get at me, or if you do, I'll make it so mucking difficult and expensive for you to do it, that you will shmucking butt slit your frucking selves, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell that to the FBI and the Back Burners of America, Mister Hose-Paul Lenny McKinnon, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You own me, yeah right, well, maybe you do, as ever since we met; your Rastafarian Illuminati, or whatever; has been shadowing me, and trucking with me continually; just exactly as you threatened me would be the runt eating case, on many of our telephone conversations, that you illegally tape recorded, and I know you did; or else you have the most precise and dependable bladder in the history of any anatomical mucking medical records, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had a real honest motive and purpose for what I did this year on the YOUTUBE, but was of course, totally stopped as always, or SANCTIONED as many of our national enemies would call it, and TOTALLY RELATE TO THIS. I needed to prove that this all was real, that my memories were blocked and messed with by this alien clan that goes back to the stars themselves. There is no fighting the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SCYLLA, and now I know it. Perhaps I knew it all along, and only the mother mucking Copyright Office and the 1983 examiners know what's getting said here, Prosecutor ADA Ron Wirtz Senior of the Camden County, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I know there is such a thing as authentication, but with all of it a million times over, I would still fall under the NSA SANCTIONS, and they have me on a million enemy lists, I'm sure, and by the way; here's something for the 'L&O-SVU' team to MUNCH on. I get all of your little messages, just like you get all of mine; YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I tried to make the phone calls stop back in 1983, I was not fighting just some large and important people, and the POPE and the entire frikkin Vatican all know that, as does, IBM, AT&T, and all of the damn top movers and shakers on mother fucking diseased ass WALL STREET YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If any real honest peeps were ever reading my blogs, and of course they are not, it is all government agents, or else they would be nice, and listen to my music; as if I were reading someone's blog and then asked as a viewer to to this, I would not hesitate, so it tells me 100% of what I am dealing with, and without asking any ducking ass magical black kitty cats such as lucking Gawky Gaukauk, or GAGA for short. As I said, a child knows, and in fact knew all along, and as I said to myself, and the entire © Office has the frikkin 1988 tape, yes, “that is LIGHTNING”, well at age two. I recognized the voice in my suppressed VENKA-STRONG-GIRL-MEMORY-SYSTEM, from 1972, as I seemed to do quite often, huh Russ Thaxton, and Venka, YO???????????? Huh, David Leigh Smith, from 1970 Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG? Huh, Sarah J. Cobson? Huh, Wolf and Trump, you arrogant butt-holes that think you know so much. Well, Trump does know, as he is a PHASE-4-entity, who used me to bring his personality to life, all 7'7” of the bastard, at least if he had had his way on that, huh Jason mucking Forrest from the trees??????????? Oh yes, “I KNOW” you know that I'll always love you, (990)-------SSJKK; you wild and crazy endless freaking teenager. I never forget.

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO. CG-18, AND, S—T—O—P.

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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks

Chapter 4

1:40 Post Meridian

Sunday, Daddy-Day, June 18^th & a KARGE-12^th DAY.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SIR SWAP, and a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE DERN W-O-W!!!!!!!!

U have taken me back 2 the times of autumn in 2008, while residing at the home owned by Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG's Honorable Judge Frank Rasso, non-Frank Chester. Back 2 those wild times of Roger Carey's mail delivery service, 2 sort of codename the event so that only a few peeps of the Earth-Planet even have clue number point oh one about what is being said here by the Mountainpen. I like this deal, and we can go on with it as long as U so desire, it saves me on gas and eliminates enemy assaults such as the one from two meets ago with the tailgater dude of the Spaceforce Spammenies Club, that in 1988 and according 2 Sir Roth of Oakland Street in NE-Philly, had an indoctrinated membership following of somewhere between 100 and 1000, and now has grown in the past 8-12 years or so into many many millions of futhermucking butt wipe scum-hole dirt-bags!!!!!!! Yes, U read these blogs at your 'non-Iowan-cornveenience', and then do a Roger Carey-2008 into early 2009 mail delivery also at your pleasure and leisure, YO. We have a new game plan now. I like it. Yes, I agree with U SIR-SWAP or SS 4 an even shorter future used codename abbreviation 4U; that Comcast wanted 2C after Spammenies-reports came into them concerning my finding that battery in my north bedroom drawer a couple of weeks or so ago. Well sir, they found out that I was naught making it up, as by causing a direct house-phone-line cut-off lasting a couple of hours, without a battery, their technical department would have been able 2 somehow electronically detect on their advanced AI-programming apparatus, that I was lying about finding the battery, and I of course WAS NAUGHT LYING ABOUT IT. But they needed 4 their own reasons, 2 verify my dream and actual find; so they did just that back yesterday, Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. Yes SS, I agree with U on this issue 100 percent, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! They have no way of proving the Mowry 5DHS interaction that altered my life every bit as largely as the events of August 15^th in 1986, and just as U made mention of in your non-RC-note-letter, having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any 1997 letters or wild 5DHS songs codenamed millions of years ago somehow by the strange HALLS FAWCES controlling the entire operations here of all of this junky nightmare hellishness; straight out of the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME (JRSS), along with the biblical SEEK AND FIND EXPANSION TECHNIQUES (SAFET), leading 2 my living in a special NEXT DOOR TOWN IN NEW JERSEY 2 THE MIGHTY COSMIC DARK SHADOWS COLINWOOD WITH THE SUPERGIRL INITIALS IN-BETWEEN, known as wanna' spend my time (WESTMONT), NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully concur with U oh mighty wonderful marvelous SS. The only part of that wild song that IMHO, the world has been confused and deceived about 4 numerous decades now, and maybe even the washcloth family of DS-Leviathan Dream-Givers themselves also R completely baffled and confused about this entire mess; is the numerical possible significance here of the two SAFET numbers generated in an 8-digit block both ways, counting in either blue printed lettering or in red printed lettering. Those 2 quad-digit numerical groupings of course being, 1-3-5-8, as well as 2-4-6-7. Off the top of my butt hole SS, I am completely utterly unable 2 make hide nor hair of any meaningful connections with the life of the Mountainpen (ME), and either one of those numbers, 1,358 or 2,467. Hey, the observation of this is still very young, not even one year old yet; so who knows what either one of us will come up with as time continues 2 tick ever friggin' onward, YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!

I know that if I should live 2B 120 or the MMLS-8:1-R, I won't figure out ever, just Y those songs suddenly became such a beyond unfathomably gargantuan and HUUUUUUUGE deal in my life, since 2 me, they were completely meaningless in so far as being any type or kind of an extra large piece or part and parcel of my miserable rotten sub-existence-life. (MMLS-8:1-R), speaking of meanings 2 stuff and non-daughter 2007 blog explanations 2 myself as my true energetic reality of Sir Ricktofarious; stands 4 {Methuselan Maximum Life Span of 8 to 1 Ratio}!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, all things stand 4 something, have their origins some place, and thereby have meaningful reasons 4 their astral existence and thus out here in the big bang 5DHS where it all is now divided by the square of the speed of light, these simply become the physical reasons or meanings 4 it all. Not as complicated as it appears 2B at first glance, world, and SS!!!!!!! Yes sir, I appreciate your telling me Y yesterday happened, and now, Thursday's second BOTBAR was caused by having a very wonderful talk with a behavior health specialist from my Humana Health-Care service provider, and he got me in a wonderful mood telling me that he will call me back every Thursday around 2 in the afternoon 4 a check and talk if I am having any particular problems, which in my case and under this horrific monstrous HUNTINGTON CURSE, Mizz Phone Company 1983 Blake, when am I NAUGHT having issues and endless woe-whiz-me 'pwobwems', 'Mister Elmer Fwwwwuud'?????????????????? Yes, it was caused after a great talk, not because of the talk but because he told me that all I need 2 do was call the MD Health Line and tell them I wish 2 have my service 4 an automatic call by this fellow whom I'll call 'Mister Northroad', 4 a nice whittle codename here. He tried spelling it 4 me so that I could give it 2 the MD-Health line peeps and every time, the phone signal was stopped and prevented me from being able 2 hear him spelling his last name, FCC, FBI, ACLU, World Hague Court, and great pal President Joseph Robinnette Biden. I never met Mister President Biden, but always admired him personally as a great man as well as a fantastic politician, agreeing 4 the very most part 100 percent with all of his political views. U may call me his 'wannabe pal', oh wonderful SS. A day doesn't go by where I don't pray 4 him and his chance 2 lead America forward and alter the way numerous parallel realities plan 2 wipe out this wonderful nation after its first quarter, as I call it, 250 years or quarter-millennium. All empires R short lived, by my standards, and I know just how much deadly danger we all R in right this second, with every tick of the damn clock and this out of control evil BRIGGBASE LAMBRIGG CULT MC that has totally taken over this planet now, first electronically, and now POLITICALLY; or so it appears 2 me, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Remember that I have human world memories of the ASTRAL PLANE, thanks 2 my lovely and awesome LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!! SS, SHE came back AGAIN 2 visit with me late last night, and was beyond beautiful and colorful, flashing her dazzling splendid gorgeous lightning all over HER little boy!!!!!!!!!!

SS, maybe last night's death aerial siege was because they followed U over here 2 me' mailbox. U saw both of my porch lights blazing and on full power 2 show the local airport pilot who drives through here and checks on me on a regular basis via my airport light warning system (ALWS) that has another great WESTMONT wanna' spend my time connection flavor here, as my air persecution since it all began in 1986, is (ALWAYS) indeed ongoing without fail. Short back offs may come, then POW; it is always gonna' frikkin' continue back up again, oh mighty and awesome SS!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been on me like flies on hot July day garbage trucks 4 coming up now on 37 goddessdog years, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, but at least the Fort Pierce International Airport peeps R aware of it and have my legitimate and fully legal complaints on file with them, and one of the local pilots who goes there daily and lives only a short distance beyond the airport and my park, monitors me three times daily driving around 2C if my porch lights R on or naught. Once when he drives into his job, once when going home from the airport, and then sometime randomly in-between, as my park and the airport R but 5 minutes drive from each other, and they know that I have some wild problem and that these Spaceforce Spammenies airships R naught coming from their airport, that much THEY NOW DO KNOW, but don't seem 2 have the juice 2 do much about it, SS, until they meet with U after our late August legal case has been filed, as they then do wish 2 speak 2U, and I'm sure U won't object 2 cooperating with them. They know of my upcoming case against 13 defendants, all in the billionaire class.

When I go next week 2 my library and 2C the lady who helps me with this blog and plans 2 turn this into a private-access blog only in July, will find out what this recently new maneuver is all about with my not being able 2 access many blogs now from past times. Once we get this problem cleared up SS, we will make sure they all R on and available and then will B converted 2 private access only, so only peeps that I give an access code password 2 will then B able 2 go into the blogs of Mountainpen and read the blogs after this date, ending public access 4 all goddessdog time. UC if U can get 2 any of my 2013 blogs as when I click on the year of 2013 on the right margin at the top of the blog SS, I get the block screen and no matter how many futhermucking times I push the AGREE block with me' mouse, it just reappears and won't allow my accessing it. There R also many other blogs that have been screwed with in this same way, in TOTAL GODDAMN VIOLATION OF MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH RIGHTS, as I am perfectly willing 2 have curse words removed, I want the warning screen page 2 come up on every single one of the blogs, and I agree 2 any other terms that the Blogger Team ever has requested of me, and I am not threatening anyone, and have a legal right 2 practice my religion such as with my MAGNESONIC, just as the WICCAN peeps R within their legal rights 2 put up chants and spells as well, same sub atomic sympathetic difference, SS, U know this, as U have said that very thing 2 me many many times since we met in 2016 somewhere at the WG-Store. I do not advocate rebelling, overthrowing, defying, using violence, or any illegal action through my speech, none of it is designed in any tiny way or hidden way, 2 incite any illegal action, SS, U know this, so how about we add the BDC 2 our lawsuit making a 14^th defendant if they don't quit doing this 2 me, as I think they R breaking the laws and violating my freedoms here, YO sir!!!! If I am in error, please so advise me, SS!

Letter 4, 2U, SS; now terminates here, and I am posting this up at the BDC web-site now at 3 of the clock on this daddy-day-afternoon.

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER 3

It is now 20 past seven on this 17^th evening in June, and I AM SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE AND THREE FOR FOUR MOST RECENT DAYS. I am under a major night aerial assault and already am super botbar and had lots of horrendous shucking fit happen 2 me all day long, beginning at the second that I got up out of trucking bed, YO. On top of this, much of the entire year of 2013 has been taken off my blogs, and I am sending my e-mail complaint concerning this 2 the Blogger Team, as I need my stuff up here so that I can turn it into a private blog, and stop these MACY SPACEFORCE CLUB BRIGGBASE SPAMMENIES from hurting me this monstrously, and getting totally away with it by wiping out my record of this monstrous inhuman soulless activity, that is straight out of DOGTOWN; which is futhermucking AKA-------------- H----E----L----L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These 2 titles have been forced 2 merge on my file-docks, Sir Swap Sir.

Supplemental Blog Entry of 3 June, 2023, PART B

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There R many new things in this PART B. It is not a duplicate work, Sir S.

If almost nobody is interested in my story any longer, then fine and candy-dandy, don't let me waste your time350580 Mike Soft HellWRECKER YO, OR MINE BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! After this weekend, I will begin a blogging schedule that is extremely erratic and sporadic, maybe close down altogether. My range of 240-420 WPVC has fallen completely, and ever since the days just shy of both of the great birthday's, or all 3 if we count one transdimensional birthday (BD), that of PEE; some weird strange thing has happened 2 me and peeps have lost interest in my story or 'whatever-Congressman', SIR. 2 bad, as I've only goddamn opened up foundations 2 junk that was about 2 get beyond incredible, and it is safe 4 me 2 say now and under oath if this could B arranged; that if this blog had gone on as I had hoped would B the case; some of U would have gotten a mind blow of life altering proportions, especially when I would start posting up even far better 'proofs' 2 the junk in my life 2 boot. Now it seems that U have all 4 the most part, lost your interest in me and my goddamn story, hey fine. That's entirely your privilege and right 2 do, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So it will B Madonna's 1983 show curtains once and 4 all with this emmereffing blog, as I don't have time 2 waste on folks who don't appreciate this story like no other in the history of humanity. As I speak on this Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning at 10:32, the motor-biker dirthole is annoying me, and there R several of them now, and soon if I don't leave America entirely, I will move as I once had planned 2 do, into a place in Vero Beach, the town 2 my north; where I am on a waiting list at a place where these things don't happen, only trouble is I don't like those apartments and their inside floor plan half as much as I like where I am presently. So to quote my goddessdog mother here as she said 2 me endlessly and repeatedly when I was a young lad living with her; “Mark, this is Earth, not Heaven”!

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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER 3

Supplemental Blog Entry of 3 June, and Chapter 3 are now a merged work due 2 complicated problems, oh Sir SWAP. pweeeeeeeeze bare with this SIR, as I am going through major intense trucking DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is now 20 past seven on this 17^th evening in June and I AM SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE AND THREE FOR FOUR MOST RECENT DAYS. I am under a major night aerial assault and already am super botbar and had lots of horrendous shucking fit happen 2 me all day long beginning the second that I got up out of trucking bed, YO. On top of this, the entire year of 2013 has been taken off my blogs, and I am sending my e-mail complaint concerning this 2 the Blogger Team, as I need my stuff up here so that I can turn it into a private blog and stop these MACY SPACEFORCE CLUB BRIGGBASE SPAMMENIES from hurting me this monstrously and getting totally away with it by wiping out a record of this monstrous inhuman soulless activity straight out of DOGTOWN, which is futhermucking AKA-------------- H----E----L----L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get “dreamed-down” here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally; and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this ducking time travel horse puke, YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract skit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the slit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe???? I see that my spell checker HAS HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I rebooted; it is fixed, FCC, again.

UNTIL THE NEXT TIME, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT

The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967 when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios back in 1980, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a 'Joe Berrios Flash-Run' back in 1990, with any translated cassette tapes all notwithstanding of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, as you know; a few key times in my life seem to make the rest of it all, connect up in some powerful and magical way; such as moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing those four demo songs, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; on April 30^th and May 1^st of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my work-shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL Sound Studio Labs, at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! None of this is some sick mucking joke or pathetic asshole damn delusion. When Sarah Krassle tells me I am THAT BOY, and also, THAT-DOG-YANCY, and HER YANCY; well, trust me peeps; I DON'T ARGUE WITH AN ALMIGHTY BEYOND WHITE HOT TEEN QUEEN; MISTER Q!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, MOMMY AND DOCK SHRINER BREYERS OF 1971, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DIRT BAG MORTIMER DEATH ANGEL MORTINO JUST PASSED BY MY RIGHT DUCKING SIDE AT 1:43 ON THIS EARLY FRIDAY MUCKING RUNT MORNING!!! This was in the times of about a decade ago or so, and now when is he NAUGHT ALL OVER ME ANNOYING ME, MIZZ AT&T PHONE COMPANY BLAKE OF 1983????????

I am taking my lightning goddess DIANA with me on my bombing mission soon when I go off to sleep. The BRIGGBASE will be wiped out first, and then on the mortal world, don't look for me, as I will be invisible, and I have my targets all worked out for total obliteration. Year after year after mother mucking skit eating year this endless slit goes on. If they want war, then they shall have their trucking runt eating war; my great friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRR.

Julia and Julian, old style televisions, old and new calendars, all notwithstanding here peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merging thoughts with varying times, is a weapon that I've not even opened up with the public and now, I never will Sir SWAP. Only U will get 2 know this totally brain busting cow slit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

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Please don't ever click here, naught ever, Mizz Blake. I am up here in middle June of 2023 getting my mother ******* ass kicked apart by the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES. Don't ever click there, anyone out here; naught just Mizz AT&T BLAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

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

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

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

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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

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

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“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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I should of course add in here to my above listed old labels, the end of America as we all know it, those my age with any sense left at all, that is. But enough time merging technology 4 right now, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC:

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 beyond viciously and causing about the worst 4 BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14, 15, 16, and 17, of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment both in the morning, and then another death level night siege, that began around half past six on this 17^th night in June, phone and utility harassment, broken toilets, klutz out attacks, endless death angel attacks, and numerous and endless goddamn magic tricks of the ETTOS, that makes everyone around me treat me like total goddamn shit, and IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

Sir Swap; the Spammenies have managed 2 remove half of my entire blogs. They've been all hacked off, and the Blogger Team in my opinion is illegally messing with me. They know that I am going 2 remove my blog from public view, and R screwing with me. So 2 is the Macy Club, quite obviously; only I know that U-R the 1 person whose arm I need not ever try 2 twist on that particular point, great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can we add this 'BDC' 2 our legal harassment list???????????

SIR SWAP, I am under the worst, and I mean the absolute ducking worst death siege of my entire life, that began 4 me back 4 days ago; the day following our last park meet. This is now an official dying utterance & declaration directly 2U, sir. If I am found dead in this residence, I WAS ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY FRUCKING MURDERED, SIR, SO TELL SAINT, LUCIE COUNTY SHERIFF MASCARA, THAT “THEY GOT ME”!!!!!

A-----N-----D, yessir oh damn ass world out there,

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!

My 3^rd letter 2U now ends, SIR SWAP.

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 2

Posted on 6/17/2023 @ 1:35 P.M.

SIR SWAP; I AM UNDER A SUPER HORRENDOUS FUTHERMUCKING DEATH SIEGE AND THIS IS NOW MY STRAIGHT STRINGING 4^th GODDAMN BOTBAR DAY NOW, YO! Officially sir, this is a beyond wild and major goddamn:

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U wanted 2B given some math-stats on my magnetic percentage 4 botbar, so that your pals in the dark net club of wild meetings (DNCWM), as I'll B using a shortened initialed abbreviation here 4 this from now on sir; wish 2 analyze the way my SPACEFORCE ENEMIES or my SPAMMENIES, use their very intelligently and organized harassment's and monstrous persecutions on me in their precise and well defined endless pattern throughout the past four solid decades now, oh sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! But B4 we delve any deeper into that, I will say that yesterday's BOTBAR was caused not so much by direct OTAMMIC-ASSAULT on me but rather, as a direct covert resulting factor of their horrible wickedness applied against me that Mountainpen and Morianity refer 2 on these nearly 18 year long blogs now, as NEGGAMAGGING, or the direct cosmic effects of having forces endlessly continue 2 injure me and make my life an endless living DOGTOWN (HELL), and thus things then go onto spiral in a sort of cosmic momentum of a sort, and then shit around me goes bad without any further applied energies until the eventual slow down of that momentum, no differently than pushing a car along and taking short breaks as the car moves a short while all by itself if on a flat surface. Neggamagging is very real, no differently operating with me on my nightmare hellishness than this hypothetical car push example. Yes, I made up the word and it stands simply for NEGATIVELY MAGNETIZED, working on automatic momentum that permits the more than 100 and less than 1000 of these 1988 scumbag dirt holes to take breathers in-between major assaults on me, and thus not lose the negative effects that they R perpetrating upon me so long as the sabbatical times remain relatively short periods. Remember that these now in modern day times OTAMMIC grouping of utter total sleazy-slime-skuz, OTAMMITE'S refer 2 themselves as loyal TRUMP supporters, but back in 1988 when Dave Roth and I discussed this in his driveway in my car that late night; they hadn't yet grown 2 their now presently astronomical sized proportion of BRIGGBASE DEMONIC WICKEDNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dave and I were simply speculating back then, on the size of our newly found enemy grouping that I had named the ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, or simply shortened into OTAMM; and trying 2 understand the bigger picture of just what was happening 2 us and going on around us WITH THIS GROUP OF HELL-PEOPLE who had suddenly just popped up all around us, and WE KNEW THAT WE WERE NOT IMAGINING ANY OF THIS AND WERE NOT ONE DAMN ASS BIT CRAZY EITHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny is it naught, how these two MACY CLUB PEEPS seemingly R able 2 endlessly bring me wild dreams with them, and it isn't that I go around dwelling on them, as unless I am blogging or telling someone in the real world offline about them which is a very rare occurrence now a days; I am not thinking about them, yet they come flooding into my nightmarish dreams all the goddessdog time oh sir, just as U said they have this strange ability 2 do; and 'witch-PHHH' all totally notwithstanding, or most likely aniwho!!!!!!!!!!!!! But U said something 2 me about four years ago, while telling U this right outside the great Walgreen's Store at Ohio and Route #1 one sunny hot day. U asked me if any of these incredible dreams that come 2 me without seeming cause, rhyme, or reason, ever contain both Trump & Carey, and I remember that question striking me like a bolt of lovely DIANA. I said back 2U after maybe a ten second thought-pause, “No sir, that has never happened that I can remember”. 2 this very day 4 years later now this very minute in time, oh SIR SWAP, this has never ever happened in all of the time since about 1997 when it all started happening 2 me shortly after moving out of my second stay at the Highview Apartments and then moving into the Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG death house at 112 Harvard Avenue, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We will delve deeper sir into thissssssssssss as I type on both on this as well as future following letters 2U, me' BRRRRRRRRR. As I told UB4 SIR, these letters will also include my MAGNESONIC COUNTERSTRIKES against me enemies, and this will come now without any further friggin' delay, ole' pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote the great dude of those Jersey bars in spring time of the 2000 year, Sir Chester-Frank, and one of numerous associations I've had in me' life with dudes with two 'first-names', CHESTER-FRANK; in case anyone from the illustrious Piquet Security Company of 1979 is interested where my Commanding Officer (CO) was Sir Bob George; a big fat ugly sloppy and somewhat KT-PEE-DQ-1997-WEEEDEEEKAWUSS, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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 beyond viciously and causing about the worst 4 BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14, 15, 16, and 17, of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment, phone and utility harassment, broken toilets, klutz out attacks, endless death angel attacks, and numerous and endless goddamn magic tricks of the ETTOS, that makes everyone around me treat me like total goddamn shit, and IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

Now SIR SWAP; when we were at the park back on Tuesday morning, we briefly got on the topic of the “DARK SHADOWS” television show from 1966, through the first quarter into the year of 1971; and how I parallel the main character in that show, Mister Barnabas Collins and due 2 some wild and weird curse that seemingly has been placed upon me, by an evil woman-witch-pink goddess, U take it from here Congressman of the future sir, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know how the entire show began, when it began, who my nabes were, who my mom was dating B4 her days of dating Sir Sidney Cohen Crown, and all of this nasty ass mess from straight out beyond Dogtown's gates. U know about Mayor Rohr and Cousin Harriet, my upstairs nabe Misses Betty Johnson, her nephew the Maryland camp counselor who played the role of her son in this fantastic television show, the wild cellphone statement made on the show by gorgeous and beyond hot Mizz Victoria Winters, and even the wild SPACEFORCE appearing vehicle over Colinwood on several of the opening prints of the establishing-shot that shows the mansion and the airplane or thing on the print-image resembling exactly my everyday OTAMMIC AIR ASSAULTS on me. I have told others about this wild phenomenon as well, and right up 2 the music box of Barnabas' endless love 'JOSETTE', being suddenly altered from one tune 2 another tune; and without any explanation whatsoever being given either on the show, or even on all of the documentary and commentary final discussions on the box set that viewers can purchase or borrow at any library, where actors in the show or others who were behind the show such as writers and producers and so forth, talk and R interviewed and many things R discussed, yet no one ever has mentioned this changing tune on Josette's music box. 4 Absolutely no reason yesterday while watching my ROKU-television and the Dark Shadows APP, my right channel cut out on my head phones at a precise spot at the show that is major connected into stuff we recently discussed several days ago, oh SIR. This all went down last night, 6-17-2023 at approximately 10:20 last night, Friday night. The cosmic reason 4 all of this is clear as a bell, at least 2 me, YO. Without involving any 7 plagues, King and Pharaoh dreams, Biblical Prophets, transdimensional hyperspace, towel seepage effects, Diagnostic Statistical Manuel explanations of dream analysis, at least 4 the very most part, oh SIR SWAP; is a song from 1983 known 2 only a handful few Earth persons as of the 2023 year, and a world famous song from 1997 that was connected into this entire mess and the handful of peeps who know about it know that this is absolutely real and true beyond any possible ability 2 deny it. THAT is the 7 plagues magic system of the BIBLE, that allows me under the great James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome; 2 decode Josette's music box's DOULBE-TUNE!!!!!! I totally know that the bible has been Catholic-Canonized 4 numerous reasons, and can only hope that the other magical symbolic connections don't allow TRUMP 2B freed from his numerous evil illegal crimes and criminal charges, due 2 surname-judges, YO STEVE, YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!! Only blind and ignorant fools, who obviously covertly and secretly created stuff like the CIA, the NSA, the APA, the DSM, and so forth; R blinded by endless and countless seek and find expansion techniques or the SAFET as my 2022 blogs discussed all the time back last frikkin' autumn, oh SIR SWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I don't know Y PINK GODDESS is doing all these things 2 me or my distant cuzz either sir, but U told me that indeed, this is the MACY CLUB, simple as that, and at first, I didn't completely believe U, but this year of 2023, I have come 2C this your way, absolutely 100 percent, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Josette's music box and its 2-separate tunes R only one teensy weensy piece of the fantastic 'DARK SHADOWS' deal and multiple connections with me and this wild incredible television show. I will B blogging tens of thousands of frikkin' pages without even putting a real dent into this because it is all so ultra complicated and yes sir, it spans more than just my present me human lifetime, but spans more than 13,000 years, since Pink Sky Goddess told me while being only 10 feet away from me, on the other side of a non Long Island fence-line, and without any holes in it 4 my quick whittle slip through such as back in strobelight late 1972, and SHE said it 2 me, and it was no Demi Moore dream, oh Hollywood 7^th Sign of the non TOSE-Plagues and or the DSM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now so that your secret group can analyze my assaults based on my BOTBARS given me by SPACEFORCE and my SPAMMENIES or OTAMMITE'S of this organization with Astral Plane origins; I will show U on a chart and walk U through this, and they can print the copies up and analyze it all at their convenience, or as the 'Iowa farmers' might say, at their 'dern cornveenience', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY.

First we will chart the year of 2023 itself, then on the chart that follows that, will come the months of May and June, the May month will begin on Stinko-dahhh-cry-oh, or 5-5, and June will run up through this day, or this 17^th of non Sarah Cooley Hall Political Prophecies Jacobson-JUNE in 2023. When I finish with the two charts, I will go on 2 quickly discuss some powerful recent-times points of magnetic resistance that is being caused me by my rotten Spaceforce Spammenies using their magical powerful hellish tricks and persecutions on me causing what Morianity labels and names “Neggamagging”!!!!! 2 charts R shown below:

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

5/5--------125-------37----------------------30

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Now B4-I do get into my resistance points SIR SWAP; allow me 2 quickly write U and tell U here on this still public forum called 'BDC', 4 shortened abbreviation by your associate the Mountainpen, just a wee whittle tiny bit of shit pertaining 2 many things that later on will B fully elaborated on by me in future letters 2U that double as my still public blogs at BDC, oh great kind sir:!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes beautiful Mizz Katy Pee once food server later super rock star, WEEEDEEEKAWUSS also, YO! First off, my Humana benefits allow me 2 have a cleaner come in here 2 me' residence 2 aid me in stuff that I no longer am able 2 do without a lot of physical pain due 2 bad knees, such as lower shower tile cleaning. When they were here yesterday, my not so great toilet must have been used by the cleaning peeps to flush stuff that the toilet won't properly handle, and so, kapow again, it busted; and it took me two hours of plunging and water adding and eventually, it worked again, but the problem along with the hot weather caused me a definite botbar as I did not have a whole lot 2 work with 2 begin with, as U know that after a string of botbar days, each following day opens at 3-3 rating and then drops according 2 whether it is coming off of a one day prior botbar, or a two day, or a 3 or more day string, in either a quarter point, a half point, or a full point lowered right at the start, so all I was working with was a 2.5-GL-MA, and it went 2 a botbar as that was not the only thing that was screwed up but it was the major item that plummeted me into that botbar within an hour after the cleaning peeps left. There were some nasty ass klutz out situations and annoying other junk as well that I needn't bother U with here. Now today started with a super bang, lots of loud plane Spaceforce aerial harassment shortly following daybreak and then when I hung up my phone system from being with Diana while asleep last night, around half past ten or so this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning oh great kind sir; POW, the phone service went off. Comcast told me it would come back by some time between 3 and 4 and then within twenty minutes or so of my call 2 them using my cellphone galaxy that I also have their service with and the phone as well, the service was restored and the blue modem LED light returned on the box and the phones worked again. Still, the entire thing and coming off of 3 straight botbars, opening me up at a 2-2 GL-MA, and that was it, STRAIGHT OFF 2 A SUPER ROTTEN 4TH BOTBAR NOW, and each following day opens at 3-3 and drops a full trucking point sir, 2 a 2-2 day, leaving me little wiggle room 2 work jerk work off jerk off with, as I've come 2 describe this botbar-string situation as through these many futhermucking years now, YO!!!!!!!!!! On top of all of that horrendous mucking horse puke oh sir, there is a lot more as well. The death angel is major today and almost non-stop with major buzz assaults, mostly on my left side, but the right happens about every fifth or sixth time on average. This prick woke me up at around 10:20 and this is most likely when the phone went out as well. Most times that major air assaults happen now, so does the futhermucking death angel attack, and this simultaneous attack has been major now 4 coming up on a year now. Literally zillions of horrible and shitty things R non stop all around me, and this has worsened a lot more since my new death strike on Mowry 11 April day of transdimensional hyperspace. U know that story well. The blog group does 2 I'm quite sure, as I've discussed this on me' bwogs in extensive detail 4 months now since it went down live, 2 quote me' ole' coworker at RPL in 1980, Sir Joe Sivo, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't even attempt 2 bore U any further on smaller nit shit junk, 2 quote me' ole' latengrate pop, the treasure hunter who seemed 2 fascinate the great illustrious FBI so damn ass much; and U know those tales as well, oh wonderful great mighty sir!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA, as Mister McNulty said it so well back in the autumn days of 1971, and tale end of the summer as well.

Lightning has visited me every single day without exception 4 an entire month, oh wonderful SIR SWAP. How I love HER and no words could ever exist 4 my telling HER just how much I love HER and need HER, Steve Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT, but we both know that there is so much more 2 this tale and until U can get my story out 2 this blind foolish world somehow, what good is it 4 me 2 even utter one more goddessdog word about it all, oh SIR???????? On top of all of this shullbit junk oh SIR, my cum-puke-her is very difficult 2 operate when magical HALLS FAWCES endlessly R screwing the Dogtown with me on this goddessdern thing, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! And SHE says that I play games with coded poems, hey Steve; U truly R a genius as U had this all pegged back when my dirt bag cuzz just won the goddessdog election in late sixteen 4 cryin' out louder than 20 foot distant thunder claps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know those 3 recent movies from this very 2023 year were only made by the Spammenies after reading my blogs, using me up like a dirty drinking fountain infected by the Bubonic sucking plague and then spitting me out without ever letting me have one damn ass cent, intentionally keeping me in sub ass poverty 4 seventy trucking ass years now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I calm down and if this goddamn ass botbar string ever backs up off of me SIR SWAP, I will say so much junk on here 2U, it will make U half nuts 4 life, and IPYT oh SIR!!!!!!!!!! But 4 now, let me get on points of enemy Spaceforce resistance, that always, and ever since this all began 4 me with them in the goddamn 1980's; is reflected mathematically on these type of life pattern charts, and MP4B being only one of many of those charts. I don't need 2 go into 2 much if someone is mathematically oriented 2 begin with and takes a goddessdern gander at my posted up month and a half figures here on this blog-letter. Just look at how the 2023 annual chart shows a resistance point that cannot B broken and this is because this is not some imagined junk. It's because a real live group of devils, and sicko demented psychopaths, and soulless monsters from Dogtown's outer gates divided by the speed of light squared, and existing here and now in the material world; IS DOING THIS TO ME, HAS BEEN SINCE I LEFT SCHOOL IN LATE JANUARY OF 1973, AND OBVIOUSLY WILL CONTINUE DOING THIS TO ME UNTIL, AS SQUIRE STAR TREK TRILANE SAID IT ONLY 2 WELL BACK IN THE MIDDLE 1960'S, “I AM DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”, and I'll add in here, 4 lovely Mizz Patton, and Mister Meloni, of L&O-SVU about 13 years ago; that all great Carriage Lamp Michael Gutherman Magical Mushrooms need not even B required here 2 make any of me' unmissable and totally undeniable pernts, huh wonderful Mister Archibald Bunker, from Queens, NYUSAESMWG????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT-but, just where is me' ole' computer programmer associate from 1973 and his fictionally altered name in great books such as TPB from 1994 written by the Mountainpen? Y Jimmy Y, Y did U tell me all those things, back at the PCI Computer School and the days shortly following those days where we met?????????????? Just Y, after-all; wasn't I having enough problems already with lovely gorgeous beyond white hot Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H.??????????? Jesus Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Steve Sir, when we throw into this mix here, the great alchemist of Atlantic City that following summer scummer in 1974, while I was staying 4 days at Selena Dada's rooming house on Stenton Place in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, followed by his returning 2 me in that powerful FUTURE VISION, WITH THE WORLD SERIES PHILLIES WIN, WHERE PART OF THIS STORY WAS TOLD BACK IN THE END OF SEPTEMBER OF THE YEAR OF 2008, WHILE I WAS RESIDING WITH THE KING FAMILY OF WASHCLOTH HELLISHNESS ON STEROIDS AND CUBED-SQUARED HAVANA CUBAN; and what can we get here beyond Tom Glenn's super sounding gee-tar and visit 2 my apartment, 1802 Robin Hill in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG; and the wild original 2 SCYLLA PINK interactions, December of 1969, June of 1980, and then September of the 1980 inverted numerological number year, 2008; and the hubby of human life present time Pink Sky Goddess, and who knows SIR SWAP, just how lovely Mizz Berlin, NJUSAESMWG news editor fits in here as well, Jean Ruba Smith, or however her name is spelled???????? Tom calls me a fucking fagot, she calls me a goddamn child molester without actually saying it, and even after I warned her that she needed 2 get past the first 5 cassettes and that SHE WOULD HEAR A LITTLE VOICE IN HER HEAD TELLING HER NOT TO, AND THEN SHE DID, AND STILL, SHE DID NOT LISTEN TO ME. And U say I am not in HELL, oh wonderful Sir SWAP SIR? I beg 2 slightly differ wonderful marvelous sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then Sky Pink HERSELF says that 'I play games' and lie on my 'rhyming coded poems'. WOW-2-THAT-1, Sir Swap, just plain old non Annie Cornfields Costner Dreamfields, 'WOW', YO!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Steve Sir, just how many astral names does Ricktofarious truly have on the great ASTRAL PLANE, as SHE, according 2 biblical scriptures, has many many many of them; with only a few of them known by the mortal Earthers here in the waking realities of the 5^th D-H?????????????????? And then, just how many meanings in Greek or American spanning the numerous damn ass mellenia R there as well? All names have meanings Sir Swap, and my kid ain't the only person/entity in creation who knows that wild secret, and neither is the great 'KB' Cult of Holly-Cali!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, a big fat ass WEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to all of that stuff; right Mister automobile salesman of the 60's, Sir Bob Gagnus??????????????? “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, MIKE!!!!!!!

No sir, I never had an interaction in all these days since 1997 when this crap with my kid seemed 2 get going without my ever even knowing about it, with both her and Trump. “NEVER EVER EVER NEVER”, as the lovely Motown-Queen Mizz Diana Ross, who was actually born Diane Ross; would say this so 'vely vely vely' non-Bob McDowell well, YO STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Boy oh boy oh boy” Uncle Billy, and Sir Swap. Hey, at least it ain't Uncle Goukas; as Stuart, Stewart, Goukas, and other translated verbiages, all mean the same thing on the Astral Plane of true energetic reality, from where we all R dreaming off of in these human life experiences and scattered all throughout time and hyperspace, or (the 4^th and the 5^th dimensions). PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE don't even get me going with this right now, lovely Eckert Pharmacy lady from 2002 or anyone else, oh Lordess, Sir SWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I calm down and this botbar string from Dogtown's Gates ever comes 2 a goddessdog end YO, I will get into some real brain breaking horse stenches Sir, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 right now however, it is time 4 me 2 try and relax with some did-din and some damn ass ROKU-TV, jive as all these entertainment systems all R, and believe me Sir, I've got their number on all of the crap going down; and 2 quote lovely Doctor Dags from right here in this dimension, “Just who do these jokers think that they R fooling”??????????? WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C-U SOON BUT NOT AT THE PARK UNTIL JULY AS U SAID!

11:20 P.M., Thursday night, June 15, 2023

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 1

These R no longer my blogs per se' as it is my blogs, but until my library appointment early in July when I'll B shown how 2 remove my blogs from public view, this will only B a two function system using the Blogger Dot Com system as a near-eternal filing office of a sort. This dual function system is my own personal records and files as well as an ongoing letter to my lawyer pal, sir SWAP, codenamed by the Mountainpen. Simple as that, so until the end of the month, public viewers won't B stopped from reading this or any prior junk up here posted by the eternally suffering miserable Sir Mountainpen. Again, simple as that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE & WOW!

So let's begin here, “hi Steve”, 2 quote lovely Merry from back in middle 2009 somewhere while residing at the FBI agent's home on 13^th Street in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. Well, actually she left that somewhat short and somewhat weird message 4 me, while I was over with her distant family cousins at the local Walmart Store that day, and I know that this was her voice, as it doesn't take a sound specialist 2 hear it, and all that was missing was the social worker office with big Gab that was shortly 2 come down the line later on that year. Yes, she did not say, Steve, but rather, MARK, but still Steve sir; we have a bit 2 go over now, as now, whenever U have time 2 sit in your den at home, and go onto your great gigantic computer system there, relaxing in your easy chair; U will B able 2 read my letters 2U. 4 anyone scratching heads on this site right now and as June of 2023 is rapping up and when gone, so 2 will B any access 2 these blogs by the general public; yes, we spoke at the park around just shy of noon on Tuesday around 36 hours ago now, and we made this little plan after I informed him that the blogs won't B accessible by the general public after the starting of next month, July-2023. So 4 now, I will only speak to my pal and retired Manhattan corporate attorney, SIR SWAP. Here is what is happening since Tuesday last, we only had time 2 discuss the soon 2 begin August legal case that U have filed against thirteen of my major evil Spammenies. Wednesday and Thursday have been off the scale DEATH AIR SIEGE PERSECUTION 4 ME, YO! But if all that was wrong was my Spaceforce hellishness, I'd B in pretty fair goddamn shape, YO buddy. Let me explain this 2U me' ole' pal:

You see things the way my ex pal Jim Burr did, my entire problem is coming from my family, using that word in ways that most peeps wouldn't I suppose, since this is not by any means my immediate family or even cousins of close in relations up 2 say one or two in law removed as well as numbered generational cousins. Many times I say family when it pertains 2 baby-mama-PHHH, and even my very distant cuzz, Sir DJT. U believe that the Macy Club is the entire deal and maybe U-R correct sir, I however have some damn reservations. B4 we explore further down this road, I need 2 merely update U on stuff happening around me over the past two to three weeks since we had no opportunity 4 those updates at the park 36 hours ago. This is Y-U went on 2 tell me 2 start this system as I am now so doing here. First, stuff happening around the world is beyond 3-D, and I know this as sure as I know my name is naught Henry Hanks Rudderfeather Junior, or even Mizz Blake, 4 that matter! I don't buy the so called random happenings of dozens of recent things; from magical Pennsylvania highway areas suffering wild and weird disasters, all the way 2 numerous strings of events that when all tied together from Morianity, along with a wee bit of insider-info from sources in the entertainment industry, showing the odds of random occurrence in all of it being in the trillions 2 one against mere coincidence. Much of this started directly following the wild incident with the plug that I pulled out of Mowry's machine in his office on the eleventh day of April if memory is correctly serving me, as life has gone so far beyond surreal even 4 me sir, that I am no longer remembering all of this shit with total clear accuracy and acuity, YO. But ole' pal, things today, Thursday the 15^th of June went beyond off the scale surreal and nuts. If not 4 one thing that happened 2 me today, I would have had proof at least 2 my own trucking satisfaction that I HAVE ABSOLUTELY DIED AND GONE 2 HELL, ON AUGUST 15 OF 1986, but one thing did kill my absolute proof, and being an honest person, I'll fess up 2 it. No more lies like Sarah coming 2 my rescue on the night of July the 12^th in 1970 on that goddamn miserable Atlantic City public bus at around half past ten at night. No lies, that was the only lie that I ever told on my Morianity, and I have lived 2 regret it, 4 numerous reasons; even after fessing up 2 it, and explaining my desperate need 4 doing it, being the retention of what was left of my puny residual sanity, back around 2006 and 2007 somewhere. U know the story, as we have discussed this outside of the store shortly after we first met and U told me U had read a lot of my blogs as has that group that U told me about, one of its representatives who printed up copies and meetings were held where several blogs were topics of bizz and one of the blogs was my blog. But screw Sarah, as this entity has been messing with me 4 trillions of goddamn years and this need not B part of the discussion here on this day. Yes, if that horrible prick had not been executed today, I would have had absolute proof that I WAS INDEED IN HELL, as not one thing worked 4 me nor has in a very long time. While trying 2 make things work, my communications were messed with in HUUUUGE WAYS on top of the hellishness I already was being put through. Every single time a man spelled his last name 4 me so that I could tell the medical peeps this necessary information, the cellphone stopped letting me have a signal, and we tried this 5 times; and this is not the first time this has happened to me; and we both know this is done by the mother fucking National Security Agency, just as was told 2 me by Sir Arthur SOOOOOOOOO awesome Crane back in 1991 or 1992 somewhere up in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG at the TCE Plant once known as the old RCA place. We also both know that the only reason that Trump wants 2B in a position of absolute ruler of America is so that he can have me wiped out forever, and this is Y all of this makes total sense from the swing-bat. I have had 2 of the most incredible mother fucking super BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, today and yesterday, and following our Tuesday meet at the goddessdog park, YO sir! U-R also totally aware Sir SWAP, that I will include my metaphysical computer counterstrike on these letters-2U-Blogs, and SOOOOOOOOOO, here goes:

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 beyond viciously and causing about the worst two BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14 and June 15 of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment, phone and utility harassment, and numerous magic tricks making everyone around me treat me like total goddamn shit, and IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

Steve sir, I could wipe out your mind with just stuff from the past week or so. Here is one short example ole' buddy: The entire time that I was suffering with the Comcast peeps, with my attempts at getting a modem-battery, guess what? I HAD ONE SITTING IN A DRAWER IN MY NORTH BEDROOM, IN ITS ORIGINAL CARDBOARD MAILING BOX FROM THE COMCAST, THAT THEY HAD SENT 2 ME BACK IN 2016, WHILE I WAS RESIDING BACK AT THE 'PEE-HA' BUILDING. When they had originally sent this 2 me, I never used it, or even opened up the mailed box as I thought it would B way 2 complex 4 me 2 figure out how 2 install it. I know now that it is literally as easy as pie, not pi; and I put it into my new system, and it works fantastically. Power went out the other day after Diana (Lightning) struck my porch, and knocked out a lightning arrestor device close by, 4 about an hour and three quarters; much longer than my battery back up computer brick lasts as that is good 4 about 40-50 minutes, tops. It was a cheap model and I know some bricks costing 500 bucks will last five hours, but the battery lasts between 4-6 hours according to the specifications included with it inside of the box. When power dies, it does allow my phone 2 work, the online stops but the power is reserved I guess 4 maximizing an emergency phone power. I went through a hell beyond any way of describing it 2 anyone trying 2 get a battery that I had in my drawer in my bedroom the entire time, but Diana in a powerful dream showed me that it was there, just as SHE did with that Harner music project cassette tape in a different area of that bedroom, in the closet. Speaking of DIANA, SHE has come around 2B with me almost daily 4 a month now, and it is just like the first year when I lived here back in '21. Steve, when I calm down, and when this string of BOTBARS ever comes 2 a mother fucking end; I will then post up a very detailed info-packet 4U in my CHAPTER 2 letter. 2 quote lovely and Latengrate Mizz Karen Carpenter here, “I've only just begun”. BYE-BYE!