The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": Heading 4 South America, Chapter 9

Heading 4 South America, Chapter 9

3:55 Post Meridian, 15 July, 2023-----JWSC-SAT-11-207

The (MNR-HACK) is very bad again on this goddamn Saturday afternoon, and so far, all else is very nice and calm-quiet around me; but then, all it takes is one thing as we all know. A day can B wonderful until suddenly we go into a store and there is a dude with a rod robbing the joint, and as U open the door, he is startled, and shoots U through the shouler. Suddenly that one thing has really trucking gone and screwed up your entire day; am I right or naught, oh great people? As 4-Y-I simply do not get another computer at the Walmart, and have me' 'TECHY-DUDE' transfer all the files; what else is new, same old-same old, same stuff on a different day, LACK OF FUNDS, YO (WEIN-SOSO-SSDD)!!!!!

Now just who and what is always endlessely, directly, as well as most definitely responsible, 4 my always being in circumstances of 'LACK OF FUNDS'; other than that ever unrelenting, and absolutely trustworthy Morianity-named and labeled; SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES? So anyone refusing 2C what this entire nightmare that I find myself in, and found myself 2B in, ever since leaving trucking school in late January of 1973; is blinder than darkness itself, and in need of being named by me, somethng that according 2 my 61^st great grand-daddy's Uncle-J, instructed all of us 2 never say; so as naught 2B in danger of the judgments laid down against us, by Astral Plane's governing authorities, or the (AWA), AKA the “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”. Yes it is in the scriptures 4 anyone of U out here 2 read and 2C4 yourselves, any time, U know; those magical opening 4 books of our KJV-translated-Bible's NEW TESTAMENT, and where our LORD JESUS spoke many things 2 his pals, (His desciples), 4 approximately a third of a decade, while He was on His mission 2 save humanity; much as I suppose, fictionally of course; the character of Mister Joseph Stephano of 1963, Mister McDonald Carey's kid, in that awesome 'TOL' television show. Yes, perhaps Sir Paul Pedersen was ahead of his time, just as was Jim Burr. He said that, “I may have done something monstrously horrible in the future, and enemies then followed U back into time, and R on some wild mission, as after-all; it is most likely one of two things. Either that is true, or else U-R the craziest person on this entire planet, and in its entire history”. This is nearly a verbadim quote here, YO. He told me that back in the opening days of this 3^rd millennium, and then slowly my suppressed memories from the King-Soifer Lorld Labs began surfacing of and from, what the psychic community would most definitely refer 2 here, as one of my 'FUTURE-LIVES'. They would of course, B absolutely correct. Someday when the world of psycho analysis manages 2 merge with these other disciplines, this is when the sociological order here on this world will advance literally overnight, and evolve hundreds of years forward in pratically the wink of an eye, YO BRO!!!!!! Just combine the present day awareness and wisdom totals of psychics, psychiatrists, and quantum scientists; and this planet will advance hundreds of years withion just five of actuall solar trips. IPYT, and absolutely YO!!!!!!!!!

Yes; what is going on around me is quite easy 2C and absolutely discern with a perfect accuracy pattern of a process of endless continualization, and maybe Morianity is making up a new word here, and I do naught know, as my 'Spellchecker' as U all know, has been permanently disabled by the SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES; from a powerful HACK-JACK-LATTISAW-ATTACK on the Mountainpen, from about a month ago. I am not telling any of U anything new, now am I? But yes, the good old 'Jim Burr Continue Syndrome', huh? Good old autumn of Bi-Centennial years, huh world? Mister Carter had just been elected and would go onto take office a few months later; and I was about 2 start a job that forever wrecked my physical health, brought 2 me magically one day, by the great MARNIE FAMILY, who were all interconnected with powerful South Jersey psychic groups who all spun off from the world famous Sir Edgar Cacey, king of the trance-world, and beloved by the lovely and wonderful Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H., as well. Many times if I forget 2 put a trucking comma after an initial, that is of course capitalized; the word-program inside of my open-office, and I suppose all word-program systems; goes onto capitalize the next letter, and altering commas into periods, and making it appear all screwed up and weird, as if a sentence ended where it never did; and this happens all throughout me' many years of blogs, unless I vely carefully go back and check and re-read every single freaking ass word of it, which time simply does naught always permit me 2 do. So allow me 2 just add this in, so that some future printing of the Morianity-Bible can make the needed corrections without worrying about them changing the 'MEANING' of anything, or even of astral-octo-names, or human world daughter ones either. Speaking of this, and my whittle pun here; it is obvious that since these blogs started back in 2006 and 2007, my two largest USA audience groups, is of course what I jokingly name and refer 2, as the (MACY CLUB). All things that I do and say, and all of my seemingly nutty behavior by those unable 2 know my wild truths; will just think that I am a total space cadet, who is out there so damn far; that I will be given the title someday, of 'PRESIDENT of the NAMING OF NEW STARS & EXO-PLANETS CLUB'!!!!!!! Only folks, I totally trucking assure U al that I most certainly am NAUGHT a nut or a WFMU-FM-internet radio “crackpot from New Jersey”!!!!!!!!!!! So let us move on now, shall we? Speaking of exo-planets and SYFY writers here, or 'ever-hungry' [Carey's] also, and yes, MACY peeps; as we all know that they both love and frequent the place, Mickey-D that is. I don't know about MACY'S, or their peeps do it 4 them, so that they don't get mob-swamped of course, since the 'fan-riot syndrome' that all began with 'Marcucci and Sullivan', of course back after the 1950's ended, and things began getting Millionth-Council crazy, due 2 the endlessly increasing effects from their transistors and crystals in their human forms; commandeering and taking us all over, as was told numerous times 2U all on me' prior blogging texts, and this is the stink gas that can get me killed 2, Mister McVeigh sir, oh latengrate Purgatite. Either I will learn 2 shut up, huh Agents Condor and Falcon, or I will B sorry. Well, unfortunately; my dying simply never ends my interactions inside of a nightmare goddessdog HELLBOX, up in Briggantine's future, now does it, Mister Paul PP Pedersen; oh mighty sir, and X-partner at the ILLUSTRIOUS STUDIO PARK RECORDS????

I will B getting into more details concerning occassional usage of my 1970-ICSB-PROCEDURE; but this will B in a perfectly patterned connection with the stuff that I will now B opening up as this blog and the soon 2 follow ones as well, continue moving onward here; YO YO YO NON- 'BOUNCING YO-YO'-TOWN-2-TOWN-BRAH, or anyone from back in 1988 times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE. 4 right now, let us keep going where we R, and it all will begin 2 slide together; all by its 'whittle-wonesome', YO Mister Elmer FWWWWWWWUDDDDDD, and also, me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, whether or naught a viewer of this blog, believes in the Christian God or NAUGHT; is there actually something supernatural going down in all of this, and existing beyond what we think of simply as; our human lives? Well, take what the scriptures say on 2 absolute definite items, concernming and 2 quote my pop's buddy from the great war days of the forties; Proffessor Einstein, “SPACE and TIME”, later going onto realize that that middle term of “AND” is simply never necessary any longer, as one is really the other, and he was missing only the 3^rd magical ingredient, the MIND, hence Morianity and its absolute naming of STM or (SPACE-TIME-MIND). Still, the King James Version of the Holy Bible, 4 all atheists out there, makes 2 claims that cannot B argued with; and this has all been proven 2B a historical fact of record, as was the Empire of ROME itself and this was all, and IS all documented and real/E. There R2 powerful writings in this Christian Bible concerning some things, that if U can believe is just a strange mere happenstance coincidence; then truly, I feel sorrier 4U, than I do, even 4 me'self right now, in this putrid 2023 year, that I am smack dab in the middle of. Here R those 2 items. I'll keep U waiting no longer, YO BRO: First there is a scripture describing our world, long long B4 any talk anywhere on this world ever included words or concepts of a planet; despite the Romans naming outer world celestrial bodies after their 'gods', they never thought of our world as some orbiting planet in a gigantic vacuum of space, completely surrounding it. They just never did, naught in those backward times. So along comes a scripture that every legitimate pastor and reverend minister knows only 2 damn well. It talks of 'our world' being suspended on nothing, and exactly as this world is seen by future orbiting astronauts and cosmonauts, and residents of orbital stations such as the Skylab in the 20^th century, and the present day International Space Station (ISS), of this 21^st century. What they C, was absolutely described in this biblical passage, that was written long B4 anyone of this 'planet' knew anything remotely, that could bring them 2 their speaking such words. Now 4 the mind busting second part of this einsteinian deal. Most peeps, Christians and heathens, atheists, believers in other religious concepts, and all of us who live in the relatively-free-world; have all heard and know fully well, of one of the most famous scriptures in the book, “a thousand years is but a day, and a day is a thousand years, 2 GOD”. When we take the great 'Professor AI's famous formula', that even my great musical daughter apparently admires so much, and as all true fans of her, knows this fact; and now we get relativity, do we naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake? All I am trying 2 say and make a point with right now, is thissssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccicane Susansnakes, of the 'All My Children', television show, back in 1983. Only a total damn fool refuses 2 accept an absolutely 'in your face' reality, that something is indeed going on, that is far above the human reasoning and everyday life; that this world 'seemingly is all about', 4 the vast majority of folks, YO! Whoever came into my apartment in middle December of 1969, and then did what they did 2 me, concerning the removal of that RED-JOHN MOTORCYCLE CHAIN from me' bedroom closet, is 100 percent the very same thing that was in my family 2 solid millennia ago, giving dream-visions 2 Mary and Joseph, and even B4 that, 2 the previous generation, that all led 2 the arrival of John Baptiste, who of course paved the way 4 the coming of our LORD, JESUS CHRIST, via the same tactics as 'PHHH and my daughter', from all great 2000 minus 1969 summers of love; huh Mister Harner? Anyone at the Vatican, or any powerhouse religious church structure system, knows fully well that indeed, my Huntington family is behind this entire planet's religious system; and they R only denying my Morianity, because of basic fear of losing their Earthly power, and maybe even being exposed, 4 perhaps being a part of my 30-50 YEAR DEATH PERSECUTION, BY THEIR CONNECTED AND NOW MERGED 20-21 CENTURY SPACEFORCE SYSTEM! As wild as it all sounds, it appears that even they could naught resist the ''SAFET's'' revealable temptations 2, do certain things 2 me, and by using all of this; and we all know the greatest one of course, being the CBS-TELEVISION NETWORK's 2008 “MENTALIST” SHOW, depicting the exact same 'Patrick Jane'-“GAMES-EXPERT”, in my apartment bedroom, that I blogged and told about in the autumn of 2007; long B4 their show ever came 2B; and everyone from the trucking POPE, the PRESIDENT, and the entire power structure systems out here, ABSOLUTELY KNOWS THAT THIS, ALONG WITH ALL OF THE CLAIMS MADE HERE IN MY MORIANITY, R ALL TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY THE TRUTH, 100%; and is all sworn 2 with my blood, and my life, under GODDESS SSJKK, and my nation-the USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mizz Dirtweeds Sleazedisease Notfonduoneweebit is nailing me like there is no tomorrow, not only making me C her ugly digitally represented face, but screwing me out of my siing me' goddessdog 5-DIGITS, and this slit has been ongoing and worsening ever since the MPP-DAY back in April, (Mowry Pull Plug Day), and again, only those who R naught part of this hellishness, continue disbelieving in the reality of this endlessly subatomic caused SPOOKY HALLS FAWCES OF MISTER AI, the other AI; as now there R3 or 4 of them. The 'idol copycat Sally Star' country fair, and Allentown bar contest deal, the computer 'MILLCO' take over, (commandeering) of all of our lives deal; and others as well. When I get trucked by not seeing fives and seeing endless ones, my life is always in total fertilizer mode, and when it goes in the other direction, I call it the normal Mountainpen life back off mode, or 4 short, 'NMLBO-MODE', YO YO YO YO YO, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here R some damn number 5 groupings, 2 hopefully assist me in compensation against miserable Mizz Jane, and nothing 2 do with that marvelous sixties television show that we all know and love, “The Beverly Hillbillies”!!!!!!!

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It poured rain here today, shortly after beginning this blog; but there was no lightning with the storm. Just a quick torrential quarter hour of soaking rain came, and it is as always, beyond steamy humid and torrid hellish hot, just as good ole' dependable Flowerland-USA, & AKA Florida, always is this time of freaking year; YO great peeps out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving on now at half past six on this Satrurday evening of 11-207, or July the 15^th in 2023, and what in 1997, was sort of 'locals-labeled' as “LIFEGUARD-DAY”, 2 many peeps residing in or nearby the great 'world famous playground', called, ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG!!!!!!! Also, and 2 keep the 'lab and med-industries' happy here with a whittle joking pun word; I think it is also lovely Mizz Ronquick's BD, so a nice whittle 'HBD' shout out, 4 a very wonderful 70's vocalist, who began her career with a Cali-group known as the Stone Ponies; that is if me' memory is accurately serving me here, oh great lads and lassies out there, YO! Yes, moving on here, I will begin a discussion about the Bermuda Triangle, which has been proven as well as documented legally, 2B an incredible oceanic area of intense intrigue, as well as a major interest 2 the entire ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY, and on Earth, they R known by their 'true and non-Morianity-given name'; the great “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”!!!!!!!!!! I told U all how a radio program, once documented one of the wildest utility attacks and electronic attacks, that absolutely mirror-image the same slit that these pricks R doing 2 me, and have been, since the eighties now; that were perpetrated by the MC that day of this particular program airing in the Fort Lauderdale, Florida-USA area, against them, when they totally took over their controls and told the listening audience just who they were, never mentioning the Astral Plane (spirit world) as the dark age rennasionce folks call it still; and without me' Spellchecker Program, words like that R gonna'; most likely B misspelled, I am 'so sorry', 2 all of U great awesome Japanese Ambassadors out here, from days long gone by now. Just thought that I'd return the apologetic favor here, during me' so far 17 and a half plus years now, of this Morianity-Mountainpen blog. Wow, between the Alamo, and the Pearl; how can anyone ever forget some of the nice and wonderful things that R done on this wuvwee whittle goddessdog pitiful pwanet of ours, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????? Boy oh boy oh boy; but shall we get back 2 moving this onward with the BT and the MC, and yes great peeps out here, just exactly how does the poor and pitiful innocent Mountainpen fit into this ugly, nasty, and horrible non-slapstick-1972 mess; huh there Mister Woody Guthrie and Mister Tom Glenn; oh U wonderful great awesome iullustrious sirs??? FBI; 'THE-MOUSE-NOT-RESPONDING HACK', FROM THE 'STACEY-JACK-LATTISAW' BLACK HATTERS CLUB FROM TRUCKING HELLFIRE, IS HARASSING ME TODAY OFF THE GODDAMN DIALS, YO GREAT AGENTS OUT THERE, YO, (MNR-HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I came down 2 Florida, arriving from my drive away from my Cifaloglio job, in the early wee morning hours of the 11^th day in December, of the OHM-9 year, if me' memory is serving, me' dahling Patty-HHH, even half well in hele today; me' lovely Irish flower who makes me burn with fire like a soul in Dogtown, or at least 2 the great Copyright Office © of 1981; huh Mister Glenn; and they have me real burnt up right about now, oh sir; just in case U, or any of your musical pals R reading these words, and then, they later on, R getting back 2U YO; so my story goes quite simply and truthfully here. I arrived in Fort Pierce around the 12^th or 13^th of December after a slow and long trip down here, and from where it was cold winter time, icy cold, and one of the largest northeast cold snaps in ages; and then smack dab into the hot and steamy sunshiny weather of Flowerland-USA; without my2000 bank-SPR-PP snow dreams, my RM-Flower wing without the lovely Mizz Mia Hyperspace Berriosaflash, without other flash ripoffs, without any Millionth-Council interferrence, and yes; without any gorgeous Mizz Sarah Callio CALL-TEN-VERIZON Martino's either. Yes, most definitely absolutely not that, but still, Detective Briscoe sir of “L&O”, yes, ''BUT STILL'', we ALSO had that somewhat recent event of winter turning into summer, am I correct here, or am I naught correct here; oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE from 1983? No heart attacks R needed 4 making any sane ducking mind wonder just what truly is in fact, GOING ON ALL AROUND ME HERE, YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER BLOODY ASS SUPERNATURAL PARANORMAL ESOTERIC SPIRIT WORLD YEAR; OH JIM BURR, AND LOVELY 'TARE-ME-APART' DADDY-VASCILLATOR-1976, at those NEW YORK CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENT MAGIC MUSHROOM JOINTS, huh Mister goddessdog Steve Winn, OH SIR???????????????? But back 2 my story that I will now B willing 2 swear UNDER TRUCKING OATH IF NEED B, MISTER JACK L&O MCCOY; that what I tell U about the Triangle, and where I first came 2 reside, here in Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG; is all absolutely true and real, so help me GODDESS SSJKK, and under my sworn oath as a citizen of these great United States of America of which I am a proud and loyal, as well as TOTALLY FRIGGIN' legal citizen, born on 12-4-1954, in Bryn Mawr, PAUSAESMWG at the Bryn Mawr, Montgomery County Hospital, at half past 9 in the damn morning; or should I add in here, in the goddessdog moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning??? Either way it works 4 me, and it should work 4 anyone of U2!!!!! So I got down here on or about the 13^th day in the final 12^th month of 2009, & the day that our lovely Mizz Taylor Swift turned 20 years old, I would suppose!!! I am just throwing this in 4 'candy-effect', as some in the great 'EW' would put it; and she most definitely is a part of the illustrious goddessdog Entertainment World (EW)!!!!!!!!! But on with the show, CALL-TEN-VERIZON-NON-BRAG; as what truly do I have 2 brag about, dudes and dudesses, of this fantastic communications network company???????? Tell me please in all fairness, just what does the goddessdog Mountainpen have 2 brag about, now, once, or ever, 4 damn ass crissake???????? So after coming here, and staying four days or so at a hotel; I found a place 2 reside called the Manatee Mobile Manor, a seemingly bizarre coincidence yes, as both places were mobile home parks, one in Florida, & one in New Jersey, the Mullica Mobile Manor, and both of them were able 2B initialed as the MMM, and then came shortly thereafter in about a year and a half or so, a day over at a joint in Port Saint Lucie, FLUSAESMWG, called the Avalon Studio; and where the world famous Bonjovi has a 2^nd cousin, known every bit as well in the music trade, Sir Anthony; who owns the studio. His engineer was a great fellow named Ryan, who helped me make some nice mucic projects; and the one that we all know about only 2 well, my 29^th musical copyrighted title tracked as, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, & © 2013, by using a cassette tape of a very old telephone conversation, as well as a musical vocoder-sampling machine, that allowed the harmony track 2B pitched 2 various musical chords. DUHHHH, DERRRR, Hundaei Automobiles of 2007, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, huh Pink Goddess; as I know that U were behind everything that ever has happened 2 me now, and have been, since eternity; as well as of course, IN ETERNITY; and only U and I know what that is really all about, oh lovely SCYLLA-PINK-SKY!!!!!!! But back now 2 the BT, (Bermuda-Triangle): Being Florida, we get lightning storms here in all 12 months, on a semi regular basis; even though just as up in the northesat, it is of course more prevelant 2 have them in the hotter half of the annum, May through October in other words. Shortly after moving into the MMM, not Jenny Plageman's NJUSAESMWG-MMM, but the one down here on Route 1 or the Federal Highway, and about a mile or two north of the famous 2 this area, “Midway Road”, where our wonderful Sheriff Ken Mascara is headquartered near the main branch of this town's post office. This is a fairly large park, almost the size of this Quiet Waters Park that I now am residing in. The only difference being that this park cannot legally contain any permanent residents whom R under the age of 55 years, and the MMM joint had no such age requirements, at least not then, nor 2 the best of me' whittle knowledgfe; YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!! After living there a short time, and just after receiving those 2 nasty letters from the KING WASHCLOTH FAMILY that R on my 2010 blogs, 4 those who enjoy archiving my entire story, that indeed spans nearly two decades of blogging, and tells of three times that amount of time; a powerful late night early AM lightning storm blew up in the White City area, of this large 50 square mile town of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. What I am going 2 tell U now is beyond major, and it happened a 2^nd time as well, somewhere maybe 20-40 days following the initial time that it went 'Joe Sivo-1980-down'. So this happened naught once, but TWICE, and here is what happened, or 2 quote me'; wonderful ole' pal, as well as me' mechanic, from back in the days of Donna Disco Summer Doctor Dags of say between about 1978 and 1983; “Here is whutu-hahhpenned”, as he had a strong Italian accent! I miss Sir Derriyo Exxon, or however he spelled his name. He was me' pal and more than just a mechanic; but let us get on with the BT story. I never ever thought that I would B a part of it, only Y 'naught' Mizz Blake. After-all, the 'MC' has been in my life, and as directly involved in it as it gets I would supopose, so again, Y-naught???????? When I told what I will now tell U, 2 this airline pilot who has flown in the Bermuda Triangle area upon many thousands of air-hours, as they measure their pilot air hours as, many peeps know; he immediately told me that this is a 'BT-HOT-SPOT', and I am speaking of small pocket-areas, and I am directly discussing right now, the real estate here in my town, where this trailer park happens 2B situated upon, the 'MANATEE MOBILE MANOR', or as Bonjovi's sound engineer, when he helped me 2 set up a U-Tube and Gmail address, over at his bosses studio, the AVALON; in early 2011, and while still employed at the Harvest Outreach joint, at 25^th Street and Orange Avenue, that now is the United Against Poverty place; and I had recently moved into the PEE-HA Building right here in town; and that g-mail and U-Tube electronic address, as many of my Blogaudians know, was and still is, mmmmohr@gmail and as soon as I type this out; the program creates this hyperlink that is now on me' document. Now this pilot who I met at the place I was working at, lives in this county, not all that far from Mister Bonjovi's studio, off of Bayshore Boulevard and just south past the famous Parktown-Expy that runs east 2 west, and intersects the Bayshore road that runs more north and south. His home is only about a half mile from the once operating Avalon Studio, now defunct and at last check, it is in the Pompano Beach, Florida area; and it has a very nice website. Just Google the Avalon Studio of Pompano Beach, FLORIDA-USA, and Bonjovi's name will also come up as the owner. But this pilot told me when we got talking while I was stocking some food shelfs at the HARVEST job where I worked, under a steipend program authorized through the AARP Program in Washington, DC; and he said, after I told him what happened on those 2 nights during lightning storms, and am just about 2 tell all of U as well; but he said that this means that that particular place is a hot-spot of the 'BT', and that this is of course a hightly mucking government classified bunch of information. Gee, weelwee, YO? Now 2 what I told him; oh me' great and wonderful peeps (Blogaudians), whomever U all truly R out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4-I tell U all of this; there is a major annoying large flying minidroid that is annoying me suddenly, after my recent imparting of course, of this wild information. On top of that, all day long now, the goddamn death angel is annoying me HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-TIME; and yes, sorry Senator Sanders ole' wannabe pal; I confused your great state of Vermont with me' landlord's home state of New Hampshire, back on one of me' previous blogs. I AM SO SAHWEE SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA. It won't freegin' happen again, me' buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so here I was back there in early 2010 in me' whittle RV, at the MMM Park one early morning maybe around one or so, and kapow; this storm came up out of nowhere, and it was a beauty of a storm; let me tell-U great peeps. Then there were four bolts of lightning that all came down from the sky within about fifteen minutes of each other, and the storm itself went on 4 a solid hour, or maybe a wee bit longer than an hour; but in this one short quarter hour, those 4 bolts came down and all during this time since the first bolt struck, up until five minutes or so after the final bolt came down; a coppery green colored mist of liquid electricity, began to just hover approximately 40-80 feet above the park, maybe a little higher up than that, but not much; as sometimes, and especially at night, things do become a bit hard 2 accurately distinguish perfect sizes and spaces; and things along those lines. As soon as the electrical mist was frozen there, it buzzed and hum, just like a heavy duty substation, or any large generator system in an electric plant would do. This same colored and buzzing humming sounding phenominon, is exactly what all the airline pilots C in the Bermnuda Triangle, when they have lived 2 tell of their encounters with these electrical fields. My 'MMM' park was indeed, according 2 one such pilot; a BT-HOT SPOT, and when I told him that it happened once and then weeks later the same thing happened again; he told me that there is no doubt about it, and 2 this very moment, I clearly recall our conversation in that Harvest Outreach Building that now houses the UP Charity-place, and even my thinking at the time he was speaking 2 me; how it reminded me of 1981 and my old record promoter, Sir Lenny McKinnon of Reading, PAUSAESMWG, saying on his Citizens-Band (CB) Radio, or one of his 2 steady radio-gal pals, one of which being Miss Chillie, the other I don't think I ever knew or heard her handle-name; but one of them said, “There ain't no doubt about it”, and 2 this very day, the great and illustrious, and a wee bit mean lately, US-(C) Office, has that very tape; from more than 4 decades now gone by, from the year of 1981; YO WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! I wonder if it is all a part of this new age from 'DOGTOWN-on-EARTH', just being what it is, or if it is being helped along here by me' kid??????? I don't C-Y the © peeps make such a big deal out of helping someone by sending them a lousy sheet of paper with my 29 music projects, showing the Pau (Copyright) numbers, and titles; since I am not able 2 find nor access, nor is anyone else who has tried 2 help me do this either, my 29^th project, “YBCO”. The lady on the phone a couple weeks ago told me it is there and it is copyrighted, but unlike back in 1984; I wasn't taping, as it is illegal in the state of Florida; and I have no desire 2 go 2 trucking ass jail over some stupid thing that after all is said and done, won't put one piece of steak into me' freezer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, WOW-THAT.

On that beyond marvelous super talented television show from the 1960's, called, “Dark Shadows”; season number 3 has an episode number 295, that is absolutely another beyond totally unmissabkle BIBLICAL-SAFET here, and I wish 2 further explain this 2 any and all of U reading this now, whenever your NOW 4 reading this becomes as that won't matter just as was explained in my earlier example from several blogs back; with the lucky person who purchases the major jackpot lottery ticket. When U-R reading this, then that is the cosmos' plan 4U2B in fact doing just that, and whether it B 20 years after Mark Mountainpen Mohr has long gone 2 his magot sucking grave, physically, or if it is an hour from now; YO YO YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This system that shows up on the wonderful ROKU-TV system with the PLUTO APPLICATION (APP), if U type in that U wish 2 view the DS-TV show; then up comes the entire seasons, and it is #3 on that list, and episode #295 that is all about MEMORIES, and yes, 295, as in the great HIGHWAY in New Jersey, that eventually should one travel beyond the actual 295, by going north or south past a certain point, and then it becomes the Interstate number 95, and this wild and magical road 4 me has always been stuff surrounding many ultimate mysterious fawces of Mister Hall, B it the 'lottery-cat'; whom I have known since early in this 3^rd millennium 2B Astral Plane Professor Gawki Gaukauk, sometimes spelled as Gawky Kaukawk, and other similar spellings, such as how many ways can we spell the Earthly names of Tracy and Stacy? I can think of about 4 or so right off of the top of me' head, 4 both of those names. But this magical cat gave me a magical lottery number, back in the early autumn somewhere in the year of 1980, and back while I was living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments; and this cat did it by meowing the word, “DIE”, and when I asked the lady the cat was with on some wild strange bus, she told me that this means we take the letters in that word of D-I-E, and then find out the number, such as D is letter 4 and so forth, in the English Alphabet. So he meows at me the number of 495 and the lady told me that the cat always gets the number correct in that day's Pennsylvania Lottery 3-digit pick it; either straight up, or played in the box. Then sure enough, after waking up and going into my job at the RPL studio that evening; the news came on and the number CAME UP, in a box; number 5-9-4; and I thought I would use me' mother ******* underwear 4 a goddamn toilet, me' wonderful peeps out here YO!!!!!!!!!! But there is an endless additional pile of junk, as there always is with the Mountainpen, that is attached 2 all of this. 495 is what came up, as in a 2041 Chestnut Street-Apartment #24-A-'BOX', and the Long Island Expressway has a number that matches its NAME-MEANING; right all islanders out there???? good ole' 495. Who wants 2 ever 'cut me a Margie Leo-1985', 4 crying out louder than all thunder claps all put together, YO???? Oh Patty, Y-R-U and our kid doing this all 2 me, all these goddessdog years, me' honey-sweets?

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[ 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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This computer age sucks SS. I called and asked 4 something, and they refused 2 send it to me, and told me 2 do it online, despite my telling them that it does not work online 4 me. They refused 2 help me get a copy of my 29 copyrights that I paid 4. One tiny sheet of paper, and they won't send it 2 me SS, nor even send it 2 me via my g-mail address. What a bunch of total trucking pricks, or maybe THEY WERE TOLD NAUGHT 2 HELP ME BY THE SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES!!!!!!!!

I will now explain 2UYI had this most recent BOTBAR, and then we will get down 2 some cases and elucidations, after posting up an updated-2-present date, 'MP4B' information, (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE 4 BOTBAR). Ever notice kind Blogaudians, how the non-Philly-Newscasters TIME WARP on the Mountainpen, seems 2B similar 2 a 'repopulatable document', on a WORD-PROGRAM? Can any of U just spend decades making a copy of their life, and then, with all new calendar days, simply repopulate the mother ******* document? I sure effing doubt it, YO FOLK!!! But I sure can.

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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

6/28--------179-------50----------------------28--X---6

6/29--------180-------50----------------------28--X---7

6/30--------181-------51----------------------28--X---8

7/1----------182-------51----------------------28--X---9

7/2----------183-------52----------------------28--X--10

7/3----------184------52-----------------------28--X--11

7/4----------185------52-----------------------29--X---1

7/5----------186------53-----------------------28--X---1

7/6----------187------54-----------------------29--X---1

7/7----------188------55-----------------------29--X---2

7/8--------189------56-----------------------30---X---1

7/9--------190------57-----------------------30---X---2

7/10------191------58-----------------------30---X---3

7/11------192------58-----------------------30---X---4

7/12------193------59-----------------------31---X---1

7/13------194------59-----------------------30---X---1

7/14------195------59-----------------------30---X---2

JUNE-JULY MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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

6/28--------28-------5----------------------18

6/29--------29-------5----------------------17

6/30--------30-------6----------------------20

7/1------------1-------0------------------------0

7/2------------2-------1----------------------50

7/3------------3-------1----------------------33

7/4------------4-------1----------------------25

7/5-----------5--------2----------------------40

7/6----------6---------3----------------------50

7/7----------7---------4----------------------57

7/8------------8-------5----------------------63

7/9------------9-------6----------------------67

7/10---------10-------7----------------------70

7/11------------11-------7----------------------64

7/12------------12-------8----------------------67

7/13------------13--------8---------------------62

7/14------------14--------8---------------------57

Moving back to a day back at my apartment at O-15 Oakland Avenue, Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, it was very early in 1974. My father had returned after not seeing him for nearly a full decade. He had been treasure diving with the famous Melvin Fisher the treasure hunter, of Florida. These two men were also close in this diving effort, with another man of the Real 8 Corporation, by the name of Kip Wagner. Aniwho, I was in my bedroom and inside my head was suddenly an inaudible but totally unmissable voice. It said Melanie Safka's great 1971 song would be on the radio at 2:08, just a couple hours in the future. Sure enough at precisely this time in the afternoon, on it came, and if memory serves me well at all here; on a radio station on the lower end of the frequency dial for the Philadelphia area, called WFIL. This song was titled, “Brand New Key”, and I always liked that song. Still, I never ever forgot the prophetic nature that was somehow associated with the song, myself, and the artist, Mizz Melanie Safka. But there is about a trillion other things that are part of this deal, and time won't permit me to even start discussing it all right now on this particular blog. Still, the time on that afternoon, 2:08, contains every single part of my future apartment number at Robin Hill, nearly six and one half years before I ever lived there or even knew the place existed. Also, it contains the '8' and the '0' in 1980 and 1802. Then my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason and his wife, my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, had a home in the Philadelphia suburbs in Narberth, Pennsylvania. It was on Greentree Lane, overlooking many TV and radio antennas, later named the Studio Park, but after I had seen another such place in a parallel universe, or a (dream) in 1986. And yes folks, the address was 1208 Greentree Lane. A perfectly matched and merely rearranged number to the apartment of 1802. But the part of this that I never told on any of my blogs, not ever; was my mom's mysterious magical coworker, Mizz Patricia Hollister, who taught me the NEO-HO CHANT as well as cleverly made sure that the mighty secret 'FASCITAR' was delivered into my hands, appeared to me in a very wild and powerful vivid dream, about a month after she and her friend Santa, helped my mom and I move, from the Oaklyn apartment, to the apartment in Lindenwold. In this beyond outlandish and unfathomable (parallel event reality or dream), she was wearing a beautiful bright white dress with lovely giant polka dots that were jet black. However in bright red ink, these black circles all contained those three magical digits of one, eight, and zero. So looking at this dress from a distance; one would then see just a lot of different ones, and eights, and zeros. This meant nothing to me----------at the time.

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Religion, is nothing more than a way for power structures to have TOTAL CONTROL over the lives of all of the people. All throughout history, these words have proved out as totally freaking true. They are not true or false because Mister dirt-bag-Mountainpen has typed them and posted them. Reality proves or disproves itself. Still, as Doctor Bruce Goldberg said in his great book from about two decades ago now, “World War ll made all the newspapers”. Unlike Studio Park Records, and many other powers and forces, who have made MARK WAYNE MOHR, vanish and disappear; when something becomes big enough, no amount of 'TRUMPISM' can create fakeism. Still, my fiends and friends out here on the great-net; eventually I will tell a whole lot more about how the science behind this really operates, and how our P-45 top dog did all the magical things that he has done! There is absolutely no such thing as Alzheimer's Disease or any other forms of brain malfunctions involving memory loss. This is all merely the mortal world explanation of why memories fade and vanish forever. In truth, powers that are inconceivable are behind making changes on an invisible and gradual level, and this is actually causing people to 'not forget' but actually 'correctly remember', newer remade realities. I know this sounds so off the wall to you that you refuse to believe it. Joe Paget made the mistake of allowing me to really show him some proof to such things, and yes, as a result; the poor bastard went nuts as hell. The RC Church, and many other powerful large religious organizations, know fully well that HALLS FAWCES is real, and true. They totally know that Mister Einstein was given knowledge that proves MORIANITY is 100% real and true, the inversion of the world famous formula totally proves that life in the physical world is merely a lesser darker reality than where we all exist in a timeless interaction. But if the powers who control us on this physical plane wish to have any real way to control the population, THEY MUST ALWAYS USE THE FEAR OF HELLFIRE AND DAMNATION! There is simply no two ways about any of this, or as record promoter Mister Lenny McKinnon would put it so well back in 1981 on his CB Radio Channel, to his CB Radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't no doubt about it”!

So exactly what is going on with Patty, Melanie, and the great numbers of 180; and extending them just a bit further, and in any boxed-lottery order, and with or without Sir Gawky Gaukauk, 1-8-0-2, you ask me? Well, let us keep digging this wild magical tunnel deeper and damn deeper, me' kind folks. Does anyone out here know that three of these four digits are very important to P-45? That was the 'text-to-number' all throughout his campaign. Doesn't anyone remember anything anymore? The reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS FAWCES' is because they cannot control my mind the same damn way that they control just about everybody else's. That totally pisses them off. But if anything was real simple and explainable in a few short chapters or blogs, that would be very nice; but it would not be very real. We all know we do not go to college and get a Masters Degree or a Doctorate Degree, and do this in a week or two. Not even Mister Einstein. I will tell some incredibly huge damn secrets very soon since this death siege is not going to back off, quite obviously, folks. If you remember, around my dad's damn birthday, it seems to be bad every year. Add one or two days and subtract one or two days. It is every goddamn year, people! It never fails!

AND THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON!

Yes sir Mister Dennis Snyder, I suppose that it is. I never ever called you a liar. My name is Mountainpen, naught Captain Fred Crawford of LOSI-FOCA-TEARS MacAndrews & Forbes, from back in 1982, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH “BOY OH BOY OH BOY GEORGE”, DID SHE GET ME GOUUUUUUUUD, LOVELY GAL-PAL FROM 1999, MIZZ GORGEOUS WHITE-HOT HELEN ZABRISKIE & Uncle Billy!

JULY 12, 2015,

SUNDAY MORNING AT 10:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 90.

WIND IS SW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.

NO IT'S NOT REALLY PAULA KING DAY OF THE FIFTEEN YEAR FOLKS, BUT NOTHING EVER CHANGES FOR ME. YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, GREAT PEEPS!

SEPTEMBER 12, 2018,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 4:35,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 80.

WIND IS 0, GUSTING TO 0.

HIGH TODAY-76.

LOW TODAY-74.

TOTAL RAINFAL-0.

All I want is peace, and to be left alone by these monsters and witches up there in Atlantic City, New Jersey, U. S. A!!!!!!!!!!! The hell with Santa Claus, my two front teeth, or the great know-it-all, Mizz Halloween-Hollister!!! Let's both be real bad people, huh Merrh????????????????????????????

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SEPTEMBER 12, 2018,

WEDNESDAY MORNING, AT 4:44,

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CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND THE

HEAT INDEX IS 80 DEGREES.

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FBI, THE 'MNR-HACK' IS WORSE THAN EVER EVER EVER EVER, UP HERE ON THIS MOTHER ******* LATE SATURDAY NIGHT, 15 JULY, OF 2023, AKA JWSC-SAT-11-207. Who remembers three mother ******* weeks ago on this date, when it was Jewelly White's 2^nd calendar date 11-186? I know that I sure mother ******* DO!!!! Jesus ******* Christ Almighty 4 crying out loud!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good old Hydroglacia. She is a very beautiful star. All of the great stars in our universe are beautiful, and yes, very dangerous. They normally DON'T communicate with the human offspring of their fullness of being. I speak of the carbon-entities, or US! The only family that seems to be directly and quite routinely communicated with, on a regular basis; is the one and only Carpenter family, later becoming the Stuart family, and then eventually twisting off the great branches of lineage genealogy, and becoming the one and only wonderful and mysterious HUNTINGTON CLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW THAT, Joann and Joanna, and a great big gigantic freaking WEEEEEEEEE, Almighty Nuclatron (GODDESS SSJKK),!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Turkey-Day of 2018. Boy oh boy, were my mother ******* TRIAD-NABES annoying and super loud this **** chewing goddamn MOUUUUUUUURNING; me kind peeps, YO! Those swine from next door to me were slamming and shouting, and it wasn't even ten of the rock chucking clock yet, YO. Just because it is a goddamn freaking holiday, YO, doesn't mean we have to be raised in pig pens and barn yards, for damn ass crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain just exactly why I call these three butt-wipe nabes, MY TRIAD NABES, YO kind folks, and unkind ones too; me BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Tri comes from the number three, and for the less educated of my blogaudians, the triad system in the nuke-world, is all about the land-air-sea delivery system, and potential, militarily; of the nuclear weapon system of the United States. Well, I too have a powerful and very unpleasant three way neighbor system, here at my apartment at this PH-BLDG (Public Housing Building). I live at the end of the hallway on the west side, up on floor number six. So I have one nabe next to me on my east side. The stairwell is to my west. I also have the nabe across from me in the public hallway system that is literally four feet away from my door. Finally, my number three nabe in this evil triad crapola, is the weirdo nut above me, whom I sometimes refer to as 'Hammering Harriet', or Rose Highview Jacobey ll. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Now I doubt that Russia cares all that much about my miserable noisy neighbors, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT kind peeps; I know that they are very interested in this great and illustrious HUNTINGTON FAMILY, FROM SEEMINGLY DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, AKA an extremely unpleasant section on the ASTRAL-PLANE, YO. And then, there it was, just there; the great Pulsar Star, or as I call her, Hydroglacia!!!!!!!!! MY BLOGS TOLD ALL OF THIS POWERFUL TRUTH, LONG BEFORE IT EVEN GOT THE SMALLEST START IN SPACE-TIME-MIND, and the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth. THAT, SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!

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WHY WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?

OH LURCH BOY, DON'T U SQUEEZE 2 HARD!

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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know, old news; but if you had this all go down in your life at fourteen and fifteen, then you'd want to say it over and over and over again too YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.

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Brigadoon and Cooley Hall. Where to even begin discussing an elaborated version of the information that the Mountainpen has released so far, in just under thirteen years of blog texts? The younger generation says it perfectly, and I'll quote them; “like WOW”! Also, If I was not the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON; not only would I not have possibly survived all of their monstrous wicked viciousness and hellfire, but I would have been tossed six feet below the mud, a very long time freaking ago, and you all know this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and it goes like this:

“Is any of this mother ******* **** real, and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!” I am not faking this, or my music. The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but she did tell me that I'd be crossing over; and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW to all of these darn things, Senator Thompson Watergate!

From HONEST GEORGE, to Mister honky-hating Jefferson; all I have to say today is, imagine all of that; me' kind and wonderful maitees and peeps out here; and gobble gobble gobble. Let's all freaking “totally pig out”, to quote lovely teenager Kate from me' whittle past; while residing at the mighty and mysterious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, and having Mister Comey over, to tell me that my Uncle John had just passed away, down in Fort Lauderdale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things like this used to only happen in the Hollywood movies. BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking Reagan. Oh Sir Fwuddd, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The age of technological Aquarius!)

Get with it folks. The past has the truths!!!!!

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Last night I was involved in some parallel universe government sting operation. Some horrible monster master criminal or several of them, back up north somewhere, were using illegal hypnotic trickery to do all sorts of horrible ****. I was at some large apartment building near the seashore somewhere, and at some heavily wooded area that also was on a quite busily trafficked intersection; and I was intentionally told the names of those two streets that intersected right at the corner, where this large building was situated on. When I woke up this afternoon however; it was one of those times where try as I may, I just couldn't pull up those two street names. It was a very super weird and powerful vivid dreaming-interaction, or as Mountainpen's Morianity labels these events, hyperspace-travels, so “Oh well”, to quote the great and awesome Mizz ANN KING SILVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, Mark and George. Now that would make the beginning of a very motley crew!!!

Double-mint Gum used to say in their advertisements, that two is better than one; but is it? Maybe two good things are, but are two cases of sunburn better than one? How about two cases of Reaganomics? How about two cancer diagnosis's? Hey we all would like two hundred-dollar-bills better than one of them, sure; but not all things work like that. And then how about this recent shift during this mother ******* century, with this seemingly ONE ADVERTISING COMPANY in charge of all mother ******* promotions everywhere? If this is not the case, then WHY is this new goddamn trend all over the **** huffing place where we see a goddamn great ad spot on television, and then suddenly shortly thereafter, BOOM, it is SHORTENED??? This has been going on with every single service and product that we all see advertised on television, for quite a few years now, and personally, if offends me and it ******* sickens me; as this is against everything in the once so wonderful and great American Enterprise and Capitalism system of fairness and competition. If only one powerful service delivers our media to us, or promotes everything all around us; then it is slanted and crooked, as human nature simply insists that this be so! Nothing can remain mother ******* honest when ONLY ONE power and source is driving the entire mother ******* markets, and you all know it out there! Mountainpen speaks only the total goddamn truths about this. Also, now I know how all of these products and services that use my songs and rip off all of my ******* copyrighted **** without compensating me, as the copyright owner at all, not ever; is all being done. With only one advertising system or agency that lays behind the entire mother ******* dirty deal; this explains how so many widely diversified products and services, from car dealerships on the Treasure Coast of Florida, to bars of goddamn soap; are all involved. Nothing else can possibly explain away this monstrous new behavior of all of this new aged Reaganomics based, totally crooked capitalism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this **** is because of President mother ******* Ronald Reagan, and his dirt bag totally evil monstrous Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. As for me, give me the old hippies sixties days of love, peace, and flowers. You can totally have this entire mother ******* new age horrendous rotten generation, and evil times straight out of the gates of Purgatory's DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Politicians are totally worthless, rotten, and crooked. So is American business enterprise and all of mother ******* **** eating WALL STREET. I once loved Wall Street, the American business system, the Republican Party, and the entire American deal; that is back when things were fair and honest, or said again totally correctly, before Reagan and his goddamn Reaganomics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody in this entire ******* nation was more loving and desiring to be a part of the system. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT we all know it not only suddenly changed, but changed for the horrible stinking worst, never even looking back. Well, at least those who are around my age, and who don't ******* insist on wearing blinders, or rose lavender shades over their eyeglasses! There is no turning things back, and the only thing that can send **** back to the good old days, would be another middle nineteenth-century solar event, where Apollo-Lucifer spits out a Berny-'HUUUUUGE' solar flare storm at this planet, sending us back into the old days again. Who can ever know? It could happen, and soon. As I said, just really what do these mother ******* at NASA really and truly know about the SUN? Just why did they send that probe-rocket to it recently? Why do we never hear jack about the results? An 'endless YYYYYYYYYY' to so many things, oh well, Ann King Silva; sounds like our government at work, AS USUAL!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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She is putting huge knives into your belly, Mark Huntington, that's where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'HIFISAF'

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

FROM CHAPTER 103

NOTHING IS EVER LOST ON THE NET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

YYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, WHY DIDYA TELL ME THESE 1984 THINGS, BRO? Maybe some employee in the United States Copyright mother ******* Office knows the magical answers here, and then again, maybe not; Warren and Peggy Rowboats from LBI, NJ, USA, ESMWG!

As I said back in the older days B4 the government narc squads, and lovely Mizz Murdering Bondi, took my Ativan medication away from me, LEGALLY; and as my late POP would use the term so often, “Legal Thieves” and “Legal Murderers”, when referring to many crooked parts to this American Government; I also said and “stated” that in addition to “being here”, in 1988; that there are indeed many wild freaking things that connect my need for taking that wonderful curative medication, for a very unknown and totally ******* mysterious medical condition; and I am not going to pussyfoot around, and deny that my DAUGHTER IS TOTALLY INVOLVED IN THIS ENTIRE NASTY-ASS-MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk offs out in this world, think they have so much all figured out, and don't know ******** beer from a can of stale ******* beans. Even why I talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who it was that fate or 'RAW' was behind transferring this data to me, cosmically speaking; is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir! We left things right there, if you remember, and now it is later on, so we will pick up on ****; folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe a lot of you have figured out some wild **** about me, my mom, her shipping company, the music industry, the family, all of it; or think you have. Just like I know some have it all worked out about me either being totally whack, retaliatory, or doing my legitimate best to get all the answers that are being kept from me, because we all know that the great wonderful awesome congressman, is not the only one who worries about me telling powerful **** about powerful peeps, especially my own goddamn family. I am on deaths door, and will not last the year; so why would I want to make up all this ******* ****? Think about that one seriously people, before you come to that ****** up judgment, please. Then try this one. Study the way people with mental illness speak over long periods of text such as my blogs. None of them make sense for too long. I will give you an example. This example will be in yellow highlight. Here I am people, Joe Ho, and it is a hot sticky evening in Florida. The day was pretty much without incident until my nabes from hell struck me with banging doors, while I was attempting to watch the news on television. Later things calmed down, and I decided to blog. Oh those wild hamburgers and fries, they really can make the room go dizzy and purple, along with the day sweats and the freight trains. Folks, this is what happens to those that suffer from various psychotic features in the family of schizophrenia. No matter how far out my stories may seem, my mind is clear, and I am not deluded, imagining things, hearing or seeing things, and along that line. But you all go ahead and believe whatever makes you happy; as I know Patty Hollister stays happy, as does the AT&T peeps from 1983, like Miss Blake and Mister Rambo; told about so often on my now nearly ten year long blog project, kind folks!!!!!!!!

Why I brought up Steve from 1974, is my own bizz.

Thank you for translating the great flower song; Joe Flash Berrios. But why after that did you damage my automobile, and secretly bug me and record what I said; as Nate the Resident Manager told me he saw you do, in late 1989, or early ninety thereabout? What gives here, 'my bratha'???? Yeah, I'll say brother any way I want to. My father's great great grandparents were from Johannesburg and Lisbon; so I cannot help it if I am the whitest looking N in the world; Lenny jit bag McKinnon, old pal; from all planes!

'HIFISAF'

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

FROM CHAPTER 103

NOTHING IS EVER LOST ON THE NET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

YYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY????????????????

I'll be discussing some real heavy ******* **** on this **** huffing goddamn blog today, on this 21^st day in mother ******* November of Twenty-Eighteen, on this early horrendous **** chewing Wednesday MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, I'll Promise You That (IPYT) we will B getting into some real mother ******* RED-LINE CROSSOVERS on this one, great peeps; so if you're not fully ready for a total full earshot, and along with a FULL MOUNTAINPEN BLAST of really incredible and wild **** huffing bull ****, then either switch over to the 'NEXT-BLOG' right now, or just put off reading any further until you get some coffee, and maybe a few ******* milligrams of Valium or something, YO!!!!!!!!! One of the things to be more than just touched on will be the various factions and groupings of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, as well as many of the goddessdog mother ******* ramifications of their twisted diseased evil ****, that they love to endlessly pull with me, the MOUNTAINPEN!

We will get into the MEDICAL and ELECTRONIC factions of the ESS, as well as the FINANCIAL and EDUCATIONAL factions. We will also be exploring quite a few topics and tid bits of nasty whittle informational secrets, and closet hidden practices; that lay all around this ugly mother ******* total ass mess. The gloves are coming off today, SHERIFF MASCARA; and I highly suggest that you do your damn best to have some police and deps looking out for my safety; as I have legally left in places for authorities all over the world to absolutely find on my death, many extremely unpleasant items, that will range from causing major damn embarrassment of many powerful and intermediately powerful people, all the way to totally ending many careers and lifestyles of many many mother ******* people, who I personally and very strongly feel and totally believe, HAVE ALL WRONGED ME IN MANY WAYS, FOR A VERY LONG TIME; ALL OVER THIS HORRIBLE GODDAMN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is no goddamn threat. It's a goddamn absolute promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to the Cooley Hall, and was in Mister Smith's class, after the previous school year, and having the great NON-RUSSIAN-LENNON-MCKINNON, as my teacher. Now it was the totally mysterious Mister Smith, and the great philosopher, who insisted that “mathematics is totally impersonal”. Yeah, sure it is, DLS! While in his class, I had my bicycle kept on the Cooley Hall grounds, two days out of the five school days of the week; when I would go over in the afternoons, to another even wilder, and even way more mysterious school, up north just a ways on Kings Highway; from the Cooley Hall. If it ever did have a name, for reasons that completely elude me right now; I never knew it, or I sure as all **** eating hell have totally forgotten it during my entire adult lifetime, and remember folks that I RARELY EVER FORGET ANYTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!! This other nameless school had some machines and some technologies that STILL WERE NOT AROUND AT THE END OF THE 20TH MOTHER ******* CENTURY. I am not making this story up, and you can mother ******* polygraph me twenty-nine ******* times over, FBI, Sheriff, or anyone out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My slit is 100% TRUE!

AND THIS WAS IN 1970!!!

Say what; John and Photeous, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1997??????????

Mister Smith made lots of wild statements that have made their way into very recent present times, right here in the great 21^st century. He told me once that my classmate Chuckie Sakers was “SET UP TO FAIL”. Let's talk about just one out of about ten cool things, that I could get into with that whittle ******* bit of major ****; Mister wonderful James Newagefather Redfield!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, YO! The great and gorgeous lovely Florida Attorney-General, Mizz Pam Bondi, for starters, my BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! All my goddamn adult life, I was prescribed a wonderful medication called ATIVAN. It was given to me, and it worked. This is what medicine and doctors, and the medical world was originally all about; helping people to feel better, and to live longer and more productive lives; and once upon a mother ******* **** eating time, doctors even listened to their patients!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this all changed under the **** huffing wonderful dirtball REAGAN'S, and their stupid ass mother ******* “WAR ON DRUGS”. I'm not mother ******* saying that there is nothing to this, but I am saying that when that **** totally interferes with the health and the proper care of patients, SUCH AS MYSELF, who was on this medication from July of 1983, through December of 2014; and then abruptly “CUT OFF COLD TURKEY”, while doctors, and Pam Bondi's other puppets of HER PILL MILL HATERS CLUB, had the attitude of, “We'll put you in the hospital and let you get sick, and if you die, you die”; and that is a direct quote, OH WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, from my then doctor, SCHORR, here in Fort Pierce; practicing with that scumbag Doctor Shareef, or however he spells his screwed up name; working out of that horrible 'Hotel-California check in, but not out, hospital', here in town; known as Lawnwood Regional Horse-Pistol!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, Chuckie Sakers, AND MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, BOTH, were “SET UP TO FAIL”, and without any other outside mysterious forces in NYC, or in the world OF ELECTRONIC DEVICES; SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Maybe we need to examine lots of goddamn things for a short whittle time. It totally seems to me that I was not the only one who wondered about the great lab-tech from 1984. Even BonJovi's 2^nd cuzz Tony, and his faithful Avalon employee Ryan; knew there was both smoke, as well as fire, in all of this. I know that my fave TV-law show was wondering too. I mean hey, if I can't put together a thousand unmissable damn clues, then I need to go back to grammar school, and sit around on the swing set with the little rug rats, munching on Tasty-Cakes!!!!!!! Still, I don't know why the ESS does this. I do know that there are so many vigintillions of parallel worlds, that all anyone has to do to win the Powerball Jackpot, is to buy any number group at all, and then find a way to take that over to one of your hyperspace doppelgangers living in a parallel world that matches the numbers that you bought. I say this only to make the point that there are so many worlds in hyperspace, and so many endless possibilities in the entire mix of fifth dimensional interaction; that no computer, even if it was the size of a thousand entire galaxies; would be able to make any real absolute sense to it all. The gods cannot even do it for crissake, me peeps. WO, B.H. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT you can freaking damn ass bet your bottom dollar that they really enjoy PLAYING THE GAME, as this game distracts them away from the most horrible thoughts that would otherwise begin creeping into their awareness, or mind or whatever; and that is the hopelessness of endlessness. You as a human being, think that this would be wonderful and terrific. You need to carefully and closely watch a particular TWILIGHT ZONE episode with PIP the afterlife-guide, who takes this really bad crook into purgatory, and after a while, it dawns on him, that no matter how wonderful it may be, the endlessness will crush you like a trillion ******* tons of bricks falling onto your goddamn head!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods know that they must distract themselves away from this awareness of endlessness, by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and coming out into this nuclear dream of hyperspace; and doing all of these things, and a countless mother ******* zillion other things as well!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's another really good one for all of you today, me people. There was an actress back from the days that my mom would call, “Old Hollywood”, by the name of Heady Lamar. I may as usual, with my poor spelling skills; be slightly misspelling the name of this once great actress. The time circa was the forties, and this was a woman who lived back in those days, when like it or not, ladies out there; all women were either nurses, secretaries, or housewives, basically. Susan B. Anthony may have given women the voter rights, but that was that. Women were not inventing wild 'ELECTRONIC' gismos, as this just wasn't any part of reality; from hockey sticks to voice-print matches! Yet this wonderful marvelous and super gorgeous actress lady, invented an incredible device that I saw in a parallel universe, even before I became aware that this great lady invented this mind bending 'RADIO' device, right here in my waking world reality, or “this universe”, where I exist physically in this body. What it does is allow many more bandwidths of old style radio, to carry many more stations inside it, and thus program-information; and this was used in World War ll, and the Army and the government tried to steal her great invention, but she eventually was awarded what she deserved; and did a major part to help the war effort. People don't know these things, and I didn't either. It wasn't until one day about a year ago give or take some months, that I was watching one of her movies on the 'AMC', or one of those movie channels on my Cable TV System, and afterwards; the announcer and narrator comes on to discuss various things about the movie, as well as those who acted in the films. This radio jumped frequencies, one to another, and the actual transmission was based on an exact rapidly jumping scramble of the numerous frequencies on the radio band, and naturally increasing the possible amount of bandwidth by leaps and bounds. This was not ever used in peace time after the war, or at least not to my knowledge. Not until this 21^st century-WWW. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there is indeed a powerful parallel universe connection to this lady, and this wonderful invention of hers. It is way 2 complex to even begin tackling all of this for right now on this blog, that is already on page number 44, on my open office system. WHAAAAAA!!!

I won't soon forget those library 2010 days with that awful frucking BUT-BUT-BUT-HACK the WOMO SPACEFORCE USED ON ME!!!!!!!!!!

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

Shall we move this onward up here in middle July of futhermucking 2023, YO FOLKS?????

And no, I am now on page 100, & naught 44.

Yes I said this B4 an dit needs reiteration!!!!!

Maybe we need to examine lots of goddamn things for a short whittle time. It totally seems to me that I was not the only one who wondered about the great lab-tech from 1984. Even BonJovi's 2^nd cuzz Tony, and his faithful Avalon employee Ryan; knew there was both smoke, as well as fire, in all of this. I know that my fave TV-law show was wondering too. I mean hey, if I can't put together a thousand unmissable damn clues, then I need to go back to grammar school, and sit around on the swing set with the little rug rats, munching on Tasty-Cakes! Still, I don't know why the ESS does this. I do know that there are so many vigintillions of parallel worlds, that all anyone has to do to win the Powerball Jackpot, is to buy any number group at all, and then find a way to take that over to one of your hyperspace doppelgangers living in a parallel world that matches the numbers that you bought. I say this only to make the point that there are so many worlds in hyperspace, and so many endless possibilities in the entire mix of fifth dimensional interaction; that no computer, even if it was the size of a thousand entire galaxies; would be able to make any real absolute sense to it all. The gods cannot even do it for crissake, me peeps. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT you can freaking damn ass bet your bottom dollar that they really enjoy PLAYING THE GAME, as this game distracts them away from the most horrible thoughts that would otherwise begin creeping into their awareness, or mind or whatever; and that is the hopelessness of endlessness. You as a human being, think that this would be wonderful and terrific. You need to carefully and closely watch a particular TWILIGHT ZONE episode with PIP the afterlife-guide, who takes this really bad crook into purgatory, and after a while, it dawns on him, that no matter how wonderful it may be, the endlessness will crush you like a trillion ******* tons of bricks falling onto your goddamn head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods know that they must distract themselves away from this awareness of endlessness, by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and coming out into this nuclear dream of hyperspace; and doing all of these things, and a countless mother ******* zillion other things as well!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can speak about lots of mother ******* things, me kind peeps. If you don't wanna' listen or believe the poor old MOUNTAINPEN, then I can talk to you about anything ranging between Nancy's noodle knockers, to Gloria's golden goblets; and nothing will matter. Still, I DO PLAN TO KEEP RIGHT ON ******* TALKING, AND RIGHT ON TELLING! So put that in your bee buzzing bonnets from here to Freddy's fake fish farm, YO. The true connections are all inside our own heads, and only top genius computer geeks or some of them, fully grasp this truth and reality; and perhaps some very high end Quantum Physicists. The rest of you out here are beyond totally clueless, and just laugh and scoff at that whack job nut case Mister Mountainpen. BUT IN THE END, those who laugh the hardest and the loudest, will cry the hardest and the loudest. IPYT one, me wonderful peeps. Either you, or your descendants will, as this WILL absolutely freaking happen!!!!!!!!!!! All my junk comes true and totally into trucking ass fruition!!!!!!

Every possible part of human life is totally covered by the great and powerful EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!! They don't miss one mother ******* **** eating goddamn trick, YO, IPYT!!!! NOT A ONE. Not by a long-shot, Mister Perry White! Electronics is a major part of the humanity equation, ever since the great 20^th century began taking off, and move ever closer to mother ******* 'doomsday'. Every day is always one day closer to doomsday, because sooner or later, our sun will blow up, and burn this planet to a ******* cinder. You know folks, earlier this year, the great and powerful non-OZ-NASA peeps; launched a rocket to go to the sun. Check it out online if you don't believe me ladies and gentlemen, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, here's my mother ******* question? Why do we the citizenry never hear anything more about **** like this? Do they know that PERHAPS SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG WITH THE GODDAMN SUN? They sure won't tell you or me, if they know anything like that, and folks; IPYT one right here and right now; with or without the great lovely 'L&O' Lieutenant Anita Van Buren!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a young boy, the sun appeared to me in a very powerful interaction, and was crying. He said to me, “Mark, I won't be around that much longer”. Was this just another one of Mountainpen's crazy whack job nutty ass dreams???????????? Still folks, we'll get back on point now, with the topic of the ELECTRONIC-FACTION, of the ESS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This world got a whole lot crazier as a collective race of entities, after the invention and wide usage of RADIO. Any mother ******* statistician who's worth their salt in dog **** also knows quite well, that this same worsening of humanity's total madness, increased after the next invention of this ESS-FACTION, television. Then again, things got far crazier still, after wider usage of computers, and then crazier still when they all hooked up together and became the internet. Then as if things could not possibly get worse and yet nuttier still, along came SOCIAL-MEDIA. This got big around the time that Treyvon Martin was shot and killed by that nutcase trouble maker Zimmerman. From here, things have turned into what you all see around you; from Washington, DC, and all over the entire mother ******* globe. So, can it get even worse? Stay tuned, as Morianity plans to share a whole lot more on that little bit of stinky ******* dog ****!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes-sir peeps, IPYT-1 YO!!!!!!!

Shirley Alva; the friend of mom's shipping company coworker, Mizz Jane Davis, from the good old brotherly love city, and great Philadelphia. WOW THIS! Daughters who are somehow lab-technicians, when we expand reality into the fifth dimension. Powerful connections into things that go back into 1979 and 1980, regarding what I jokingly either referred to on my electronic-metaphysics tapes with Professor Theodore Jackson, and NYC-tycoon Mister Shorty MacInvondi; or to a few acquaintances from my past, who I trusted, and maybe shouldn't have, as the 60^th dimension; need to be further addressed right about now. The huge part of all of this lies in an experience that I had while residing at a home that was owned by a man who was straight from hell itself, and who put me through hell cubed, Mister Richard Dirt-Bag Karpf, of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I went to sleep one night just as I had done for more than thirty years of my life back then, in the month of August, of the year 1986; and my entire life altered as a result of what happened mother ******* next, before I awoke to face the very first day IN ETERNAL HELL. The Atlantic City Medical Center, as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved with all of this, as was a lab-technician; but the story does not end there. It only begins there; and it morphs into pig **** so horrific that no words could ever even come freaking close, to properly telling this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe a few really smart folks out here can see now, that there indeed were powerful reasons why Mister Marcucci had to be shut up and shot dead, back late in 1980, just a few months after I had moved freaking into 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS! Most people don't have sense enough to come in out of a damn thundershower, so “what the hell”, as Nurse Helen Felkner used to say to my mom many times, in Atlantic City; back in the late nineteen-sixties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy hot potatoes people; from bloodlines to flood-lines, YO; many things have happened here on this 'incwedible pwanet'. How can anyone ever know for sure just what is real, and what is not? I know for a fact that the great Mister Nimrod built an asteroid deflector tower, a number of millennia ago; and angered some of the David Childress Gods. Oh well, then they hovered above us and aimed one of those devices used on me so often to injure my health and body. Only this was a MIND-HACK. Suddenly, the hypno-password-suggestion-frequency was at full blast, and a moment later, instead of one common language; everyone ran in different directions, babbling out all sorts of nonsensical verbiage, that later evolved into many various human languages. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, I heard a great preacher say not long ago, that the great lovely SSJKK (Jehovah) was willing to wait for the death of Methuselah, before releasing those WATERGATES in the skies, and definitely NOT ON JUNE 17^th, way up in the future year of 1972; huh Mizz Jacobson Cooley? No one will ever tell me that all of this, along with trillions of other dots, do not all connect up absolutely perfectly; oh great and powerful Mister Iranian CIA SHAH!

Speaking here of empires, states, elements, apartment numbers, top floors, daughters, and meanings of great incredible surnames here; 'like WOW', as the kids would say, just readeth on, Mister Joseph Stephano, oh please-please, I'm down on me' knees, YO BROadcasting BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! People were not living as primitively as most of us believe, back between three and five thousand years ago. We had levitation through magnetized gaseous materials created out of highly complex combinations of both elements, as well as manipulation of similar things to how this blog opened up, or “MIND-CONTROLS”, as MIND is actually GRAVITATION, and is why Morianity calls the true cosmic fabric, SPACE-TIME-MIND, and some have changed this to space-time-gravitation, and yes, since my words on the internet; this has been placed up there. But my point in all of this has to do with many cultures living quite high on the hog, or maybe a good rephrase would be, a hell of a lot better than I am living. Family lineage was always important. I totally believe there is one reason and only one reason why people lived approximately eight times the life span that humans have been living after this so-called great-world-flood-event (GWFE), or pronounced GRIFFEE as a shortened abbreviation. The secrets told to me at the great medical institute in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, I totally believe were used by the human population. Families would give up a small amount of the blood from the younger people living amongst them. Done with regularity, about a pint fifty times or so each year; should keep people around what we think of as age 25-45 for at least 700 years. I typed this back in 2018, and now up here in 2023, I have come 2 the awareness that the great Jewish secret and my personal sexual preferences R sort of one and the same thing, and since blood transfusing was simply not within the knowledge or scope of medical procedures way back in those pre-flood bible-times; then obviously the children were merely giving up their spit, 4 a nasty way of putting things. Cells R cells, and I don't care who says this is not a reality; as I was just recently laughed at a few weeks ago, over at my Blood-Lab, while telling a little bit about this, 2 the dude who took me' blood. I know that rats have been turned young from being old, back at that cancer institute; and it is very real. But things need 2B done in certain ways, and I doubt that these pricks fully understand it all. So let us get back now, not to PBHE-1997, or even 2007 for that matter; but rather back now 2 the year of 2018. There is no better explanation for why suddenly, the words straight out of the Holy Bible that proclaim life as being eight times longer here on Earth before this GWFE, is now suddenly reduced to such a short time. Back in the early nineteen eighties, I knew doctors who told me that rats were turned young again that were very old, and that they lived on and on. There is always some truths to legends, and maybe this is why the legends of vampirism all got started. Who can know? I do know that the anatomy of a rat is exactly the same as that of a human being, with the small difference that a rat has no bladder. This major anatomical similarity is indeed why all of the medical research community uses rats to test out all of the medications, and other medically related items as well. So we know it works, so why are the governments of the world letting us all get old and die so quickly, when we don't have to? I see this as murder, personally, or as they might say in the legal profession; as depraved indifference homicide. In any case, the little people can't do squat, and they never could. This has been the freaking ass way of the world since the first day and the first night all began.

I enjoyed watching a rerun on the Book-TV Channel a few nights ago, where the former CIA Director, Michael Hayden was the guest speaker. He has recently written a really fantastic book called, “The Assault On Intelligence”. An hour later while I was viewing a channel a little lower on my Comcast Cable lineup, I thought I recognized a name that the reporter was suddenly discussing. I was correct, it was Mister Hayden. I think that someone did not like his book or his talk on the television; or just maybe that I was watching the talk; who can know? All I do know is that the poor man had just had a stroke. I know for a fact, from an old military pal decades ago, who used to say to me, “Mark, there may be something to this, and maybe not; but the rumor is that a secret death weapon is used by the American intelligence services. The NSA can cause you to get a heart attack, and the CIA can stroke you out”. Well, he got a goddamn stroke, and that's all I know. No matter how you may want to ever shake anything up, especially regarding this recent political bull ****, it is not the mother ******* Republicans who elected Donald John Trump to be the 45^th President of the United States. It really wasn't, not if you honestly stop to smell the dog **** and drink the reality-coffee down, rotten and stale as it may freaking taste, YO! It was the DEMOCRATS who elected TRUMP. The country got very sick and tired of all of this ridiculous PC dog ****. I mean if anything ever got totally out of control, that was it. I for one, and I am a total democrat who was brought up as a staunch Republican; am so sick and tired of this mother ******* politically-correct goddamn crap; that I could literally drink down a bottle of piss, and up chuck bars of gold. I mean this is beyond ridiculous!!!! And this is why that red necked alternate-right-wing group got such a following, and became such a force to be reckoned with. No other president in history ever managed to accomplish such an incredible feat. When you have a huge group like this on your side, before you even run, and believe me folks, HE DID; AND THIS WAS ALL LONG AND WELL PLANNED; and you can't ******* help but WIN THE ELECTION. Now this dangerous powerful group of racists and homegrown potential nutcase terrorists, are more dangerous to this great country, than a thousand Donald freaking Trumps, ever could be, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! I hate getting into political spats, but I am so sick of living with the epitome of stupidity all around me, to QUOTE AGAIN, THE GREAT DAVID ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing that is beyond powerful, and it goes right smack dab to the very heart of the argument against Russ Thaxton or whoever made the comment on the WFMU-CRACKPOT-PAGE, about how I am complaining about the same **** when it is years later, and that I am now living so many miles away from the northeastern part of the country; where most of these horrible jerk offs are located. Normally, the enemies do not want to break any laws, and they do all of the things to me, except for property damage; VERY COVERTLY AND STEALTHFULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, they will break another law and quite often, when they feel the need exists for them to do so. I am speaking of NOISE-PERSECUTION. It is illegal to crank music in a car up to the point where many of my enemies do around me on a continuous basis. But yes, they take the risk. Sooner or later it stops for quite a while, because someone does get caught too many times, and either gets some well deserved jail-time, and or some real nice hefty fines to pay. When the very same things keep happening no matter where you run to, or how long it may be since this all began; only a retarded ass wipe is going to keep on insisting that they need to present me with their silly arguments on this matter. But hey, everyone is always entitled to their damn opinions, just NOT THEIR FACTS!!!!

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Knock and the doors will be opened. Seek, and you will find. Yes, the words spoken in Jerusalem by Jesus, some two millennia ago, and are still every bit as valid and powerful as they ever were and ever will be, YO! Right now, one powerful explanation to many things are in the same realms as all the rest of HALLS-FAWCES, and that is the mind boggling 'TELLOSIAN REALITY'. What is that, some may ask? Well, it is how the great television show called, “Star Trek” was first introduced, back in the year of 1966. It was the two hour pilot episode, called, “The Menagerie”. I am not going to waste valuable time and energy reexplaining it. If you're interested and are not sure about this; well then, go online and watch the great show for yourself, and then let the pieces of this blog fit where they may. In any 'real-world' that is not under some powerful hypnotic spell; the night at the Crystal Lake Diner with Mister David Roth, where I suddenly reversed the direction of that powerful motor-controlled cake and pie rotisserie, even if no one else stood up and went semi-nuts; you would think that at least the waitress involved, or even my late pal David Roth would have not only observed this wild outlandish incident; but would have made a huge federal case out of it, only the world went ever so silent, as if NOTHING HAD HAPPENED. I am starting to think, just maybe, NOTHING DID; and we are going to explore some stuff now, pertaining to this; that I was going to take at least a year or more, gradually making my way into with my Blogaudians. Now, we are going to have to move into the Marcucci, Ciprionni, Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome, at an alarming high rate of speed. There is no time to pussyfoot around, and do this nice and slowly, as I was going to do; until just a couple of days ago, and then especially, after a television documentary that I just now finished watching on the Public Broadcasting System, called, “Independent Lens”. It was called, “The Amazing Randi”, and was dated on the Comcast Information scroll as March 28, 2016, subtitled “An Honest Liar”. We'll get further into this later on, in light and connection with the above mentioned Marcucci, Ciprionni, Zane, King Family Tellosion Powers Syndrome!

So now, in properly leading up to all of the points made on this blog, and also known as laying down a proper foundation; this will take us to right here. Computers, and the interconnected networking system they have been all linked into, shortened into the word, (INTERNET); have an extremely amazing integral part to this entire system, that of 'PASSWORDS'. In the world of psychiatry and the subheading part of it called hypnotherapy or hypnotic suggestions, this all connects up in ways that are impossible to dispute; that is if we truly are knocking on those cosmic doors, and are genuinely seeking after wisdom and truth! The reason that coincidences and synchronicity cannot be scoffed at, is actually quite mathematical and physical. In the worlds of the very small, or 'subatomic', a seemingly random flux of particles are all whizzing around madly, and seemingly without any discernable pattern or mission. But there really is a pattern to this random, that would show up immediately, if we were able to successfully apply a technology that Morianity calls, ZDT, or (Zero Dimensional Technology). All things, even though they may appear separated by a distance in-between them; have what the great Mister Einstein labeled as a “connection by way of spooky forces”. It really isn't all that spooky. All unknown things can indeed appear quite spooky, and we all know this very well. This quantum flux is not limited by our idea of three or four dimensions. They intermingle in five dimensions, thus appearing to come into our lower dimensional reality, as well as vanish out of it again; when really, they merely are MOVING AROUND IN THE 5TH DIMENSION. Morianity has discussed this now for thirteen years of blogging. Not many of you listen or believe, and THAT, I simply can't help. I would never ever sink to the level of those powerful HALLS-FAWCES connected ESS and other covert groups, who use these magical parlor tricks with major regularity. Now as many of my Blogaudians know only too well, I DID indeed use and yes, MISUSE, this knowledge, back at the COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, where I was attending this school for EXCEPTIONAL CHILDREN, from February of 1969, through January of 1973; and I was a whisper away from being expelled for messing around with such things, by the head of the school; Doctor Knipe. This was the day that I used hypnosis on a classmate, John Zane, next to my classroom, in Mister Ciprionni's class, early in March of 1970. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, what none of my Blogaudians know about, is that I was not through yet; not even after being warned about possible expulsion should I ever try such a thing again. And the second time was on the final week in March, about two weeks later; and this time, I used it on none other than the great ESS-COUNT, Von Richard-Lennon Marcucci. I knew that there had to be some wild reason for him to have become so incredibly angry with me two weeks earlier; and this only made me ten times more curious, since he was a very mild mannered young man. When I had put him under, he began telling me the most amazing things. I literally thought that I was going to get a heart attack and drop dead, because my damn heart was beating so rapidly. At the time, it made no sense, but as 'years went by' and Sir Elton John became a rocked out Crocodile Guy; I began to see just how unfathomable and nightmarish that this entire mess truly was. David Roth told me decades later that “I had opened up a real huge hornet's nest in Atlantic City”, but looking back, and in a genuine comparison; this was an exploding thermo-nuclear device, and ON STEROIDS! He told me that he lived in Liverpool, and that he was about my age when he began his musical group, along with his pal; and that he used the exact same word for “music” that was used by David Roth up in 1985, when he was discussing his old pal Chris Farlowe, and that word was, and I'm probably not spelling it correctly, “skiffle”. If I am, then hurray for me. He said that he, along with numerous other people, were all very fascinated with me. I asked him who the other people were, and he told me that no one else on the entire planet would even know about them because they were all part of some wild musical and historic secret club, and that I had played a very important part in the historical world of music; and that only in the following late century, would any of that knowledge be brought to light; after an excavation had been done somewhere in Pennsylvania, and some kind of buried time capsules were found with my name and information inside, instructing the finder of the note, to search me out in the Copyright Office. Yes indeed, long after I had put this silly conversation with him, while I had him hypnotized, totally out of my fifteen year old mind; events followed along and absolutely matched up with precisely what he told me would happen. David Roth and I did indeed bury time capsules, some in Jersey, and some in Pennsylvania. Inside of glass Mountain Dew Soda bottles, were notes where I asked the future to come back and help me out of some wild and horrendous dilemma, and that they could find information on me at the United States Copyrighted Office. At the age of fifteen, I was totally clueless to anything about my future in the middle eighties, a decade and a half away! But Mister Lennon wasn't clueless, quite obviously, oh, I mean, Mister ESS-Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My asshole nabes above me are annoying me with stupid noises, right after I discuss the repetition of NOISE HARASSMENT by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE ENEMIES. Coincidence lads and lassies????????????????? And it is only ten minutes before eight of the clock, on this goddamn Tuesday MOUUUUURNING, November 27, 2018. Gobble glbble turkey day, and good old 'Givens family' of Atlantic Putrid City, NJUSAESMWG. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!

Yes, Bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman, and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me wonder what you knew back then as well, along with hallway communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends, and Marola and her school play insistence wisdom. Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!! And then comes mysteries so goddessdog totally gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE that if I even began typing out just a wee tid bit of it all, I'd B all goddessdog nighgt long, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Up here in 2023, all I will say is that there is one really new story 2 tell; and I will open it up in just a short while, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, his Beatles 'friends' all right. Where is Mister Sidney Cohen Crown when we need him, and coming back from a world famous locale, called the CHERRY HILL MALL, with me' mom, back on that late summers day, while I was residing back in the 'GAMES EXPERT PATTY JANE' APARTMENT #O-15, ON OAKLAND AVENUE? Just as with Mister Joe Paget back around 2002 somewhere, I feel very sorry when my goddamn life's nightmares and other similarly related collateral damages, rub off and strikes so many innocent targets. As for diner rotisserie's and other Uri Geller FAKES, what if SOME HALLS FAWCES other diner patron, knowing in advance quite easily from illegally listening and tapping into my telephone conversation with David Roth, was already there; and just MADE ME BELIEVE that I did this to the damn rotisserie? I mean that, and most likely only that; would be a reasonable and pretty good explanation for David and the waitress, and other patrons all around me, at that very crowded diner, on that weekend night; to act as if nothing at all had happened that was unusual. We can further explore this and so many zillions of other similar and related matters, on other blogs. I don't want to type on and on forever, and I see that I am already on Open-Office page #31, so let me cut my blogaudians a whittle bweak here, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah sure, page 31, in me' rucking butt dreams, YO, twy page wumber 132, Mister Elmer FWUUUUUUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll be major discussing the family plot that goes all the way back into time for many thousands of years. I don't buy into the coincidence of my Aunt Gerry getting her facelift, and asking my mom to take Cousin Sandy down to Atlantic City, to the Trinidad Hotel with us, during the vacation of 1967; any more than I believe that the Shah of Iran didn't put her up to it, as he was an operative of America's great Central Intelligence Agency, back in the days when my Aunt and him were very good friends, and my Aunt had him over for a visit at her home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA, at what else but 1208 Greentree Lane? A digital scrambling of both the current nightmare year of 2018, as well as the great apartment in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, called Robin Hill. Enemies are giving me back an old and very freaking damn annoying hack called the NON-CAP-LETTERS-HACK, where almost every time I hit the SHIFT BUTTON to capitalize a word, it still comes out in smalls! “Isn't having powerful mother ******* enemies just swell and swift”; to quote the great and late Mister David Charles Roth? How about another freaking WEEEEEEEEE?

Another thing that comes back into my consciousness even after decades and decades of time, is that I told him that whenever I wanted to talk to him again where he would not remember anything at all about our talks, he should remember the name of, and then I used the man that my mom was dating at the time, Sidney Crown. Should I ever say that name, he would be under the hypnotic suggestion again. Somewhere closer to the end of the school year, perhaps around the middle of May of 1970; I found myself alone in the classroom, shortly after my classmates Burt Frulo and Russel Thaxton had just been in an altercation, and Burt socked him hard, and Russel went flying down onto the floor, and his left eye was all bloodshot from hitting his head on the floor quite hard. Mister Marcucci had gone to get some help, and after the situation had calmed down, it was just myself and him in the classroom. After I said the post hypnotic password suggestion, he instantly half drooped his head. Remember the name Sidney Crown, and the word crown had somehow triggered something in his subconscious mind, as he suddenly before I said another word, had blurted out, do you want to know about the Queen? I asked him what he meant, and he told me that my family lineage were descendants of a cousin line of Queen Elizabeth, and that she knows about me, meaning ME, not Marcucci. I remember laughing and saying, “How can the Queen of England know about me, or even care about me”? He then sat upright and turned his head towards my direction. He said that the CROWN knows many of the secrets about well hidden things. He went onto tell me, and I am of course not quoting, but paraphrasing as best as I can, as it has been nearly half a century since this conversation took place, She has an adviser who knows many hidden truths about how Russia is planning on totally taking over the United States, by making a friend out of a loyal American citizen, whose only desire in life is greed and avarice and royalty; and then placing this royal family into the White House, and then just as the Crown here in England works, the Royals are merely figure heads, and the true power will be the future leader over in Russia. Does anything here sound remotely familiar, and beyond totally frightening, YO? A few years later towards the middle of the nineteen-seventies, and shortly after the great event called WATERGATE had occurred, my mother told me that her ex-boyfriend Sid had revealed to her, that he as a young man was ashamed of his Hebrew heritage, and altered his name legally, which was much easier to do back in the nineteen-forties, from Cohen to Crown. The synchronicity here in this, is beyond inescapable. Cohen, as in Trump's damn monster fixer lawyer. Sidney-Cohen-Crown; like WOW-THIS, huh PATTY? Just as the very name that I used to get Marcucci-Lennon under my hypno-spell; this very same coincidental nomenclature here, seemingly got all scrambled into the mix of present day events and nightmarish political and global situations. Mister Putin will obviously have HIS CODE WORD, by way of the great Almighty-Internet, and then our wonderful President's new-age way of using this tool for his nearly almost total communications with the rest of us; for Trump; and all he will need to do to be put under, is to get on his goddamn Twitter-Account. I am quite sure that this was all worked out long ago. Now if the CIA or the NSA or the FBI asks me to prove any of this, well, first, Cooley Hall has done a total Brigadoon. The WOMO-HALLS-FAWCES-EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, has made sure that all of these powerful locations, and otherwise 'history-markers', have all totally vanished and disappeared into the misty moonbeams of Irish Gallagher McGuire's Brigadoon! Jim Burr told me long ago in the seventies, that all of these problems around me, all of the nightmares and hellishness; has to do with something in my family. Well; give that goddamn dude one big fat Cuban cigar, Mister Proud Papa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Exploratronic Supermind Society sent another one of their faction from the Educational-Department, to a school that I am quite well acquainted with, my mom's old Philadelphia Huey School. I believe if I remember the telling of her story, and I should, after hearing it a few dozen times or more; that a teacher that she had, said over and over, that the Russians will take us from within, without ever firing a gun or dropping a bomb. This made a very powerful impression on my mother. Looking back now in hindsight, it is making a big ass impression on me too; kind people! You see, I am in a unique position to see all of this very clearly around me, and know fully well, that I am just disbelieved and scoffed at. Oh well, Ann King; we're all going to be so goddamn sorry, and very soon; that is unless someone in power, DOES INDEED take this blog, and my Morianity claims seriously. Sheriff Mascara and Mister Agent/Investigator Mueller, kind sirs; YOU KNOW THAT I I'LL BE NEEDING SOME PROTECTION RIGHT ABOUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday, the skies were heavy with siege. When it is not in the sky, it is on the ground, and many times, it doesn't spare me on either fronts. Like WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another truism here would be, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”, “SOSO-WEIN”.

So how does the great and awesome MACY-CREW fit into so much of these powerful blog warnings, and other storms on the fronts of deadly and ominous skies of pure terror? Well, some things may appear one way, and as we all know only too well, the truth is in a totally opposite direction. And then there are many times and situations where my lovely peeps from Dogtown, Olympia don't even attempt to hide their total and absolute disdain and hated, for poor old pitiful and pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! I believe that Trump hates me for totally other reasons than does my awesome daughter. This can all be explored at other times, and on other blogs, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT; it all fits together like a perfectly made jig saw puzzle. Oh yes, the pieces appear to be all scrambled up and disjointed, 100% out of any recognizable order. Yeah, and the Earth appears to be flat, and the sun definitely seems to rise up in the east, and set out into the west, day after day. As for me, I trust the commingled truths of many things all put together, long before I just say 'UNCLE' to any single item in evidence. Now you dudes and duddesses out here are just way more fortunate than I am. You can afford the luxury of seeing things with blinders and lavender shades. I cannot. I just cannot afford to believe in a whole bunch of wild and crazy freaking coincidences. So SAHWEE to all Ambassador's and non-Ambassador's all over the pwanet, Mister Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!

Well between that monster punch that Keisha pounded my right arm with, fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW, you and me are two near time amputee patients, huh old neo-ho-rengay key oh, chanter guy?

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KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!

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So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already.

What the fuck are you laughing at, YO?

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

CHAPTER 17

''MELLLLLY MELLLLLY CLISMAS''; Ex-FCC Director-Chairman, Bob McDowell; old buddy, from 1972, at the great wonderful awesome Cooley Wormhole Hall of Haddonfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

My life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay, I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either, YO!!!!

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 17

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

AND LASER RETRACE AND DISTANCE DELAY LUNSAT FIELD TECHNOLOGY ALL ASIDE, FOLKS; I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, AND NEITHER DOES THE GREAT DAWN-MARIE KING, OR THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO MECHANIC, WITH THE LOGO'S ALL OVER HIS DAMN WEIRD JERSEY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well between that monster punch that awesome 14 year old Keisha pounded my right arm with, shattering and fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW, you and me are two near time amputee patients; huh old 'neo-ho-rengay key oh', chanter guy? Patty'll make us both totally nuts, huh ole' buddy from 16^th Street in good ole' 'brotherly-luv-Philly'??????????????

So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA.

Hay, I didn't ducking say you have to go all crybaby over it either, YO!!!!

Hey, it looks pretty, YO.

The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 0000.

Patty and the gang just illegally froze up my mother ducking computer, WOW, it is 2008 all over again, and going on 080808 too. A really big trucking WOW, and a big clucking JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNY!!!!!!!!

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Now here is what happened with me' nabe 2 the north; ole' lads and lassies, B4 we end this bwog 4 the day. He has vanished and peeps R looking 4 him. On Friday, the police knocked at my door here, and they were talking 2 all of his nabes; and so I am one of them. I could only tell them what I know, that he disappeared. Some nabes around here have rumored it that he is in a hospice somewhere, but rumors R only rumors. He is gone, that is all there is 2 it; but his health was not good, as he had pretended 2 me during several talks with him, that it was. Me; I never bullslit anybody. If I am healthy, then I'm healthy. If I am sick, I'm goddamn sick. If I'm old, I'm old, which I am. I am just naught someone who ever got off trying 2 bullslit everybody. Shortly after moving in here, this one nabe told me the reason that I saw an ambulance outside, along with police cars; is that he had fallen onto the ground outside of his trailer, and he told one of the nabes, “I think I'm having a heart attack”. That same nabe told me, back on the day that the power failure happened, due 2 the Gekko snake climbing up the power pole, that he had told him after returning from the hospital, that indeed; he had suffered a heart attack. In any event, no one knows one thing beyond the many rumors, and this one seeming fact, and that is all I was able 2 relay 2 the nice officers at my door, who were going door 2 door, 2 try and learn 4 themselves, just where he has vanished into. There is more 2 it, I'll guatrantee it; as he was my next door nabe, and yes, U all know about my other nabe who moved out after naught being able 2 take the constant Havana death weapons, that R being aimed at me in my residence. I know this, but no one else wants 2 get involved, so that as they say, Mizz Whale Hicks of 1986; IS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'SOOOOOOOOOO' a big fat stinky old Jersey-bar, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDLESSNESS & END TRANSMISSION.

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