Saturday, July 29, 2023

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 12

 

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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 12





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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:


DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE



WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:


DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN









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A child following these blogs, wh shouldn't B of course, but if he or she was; would put together just Y my hellish and hurlish most recent persecution and death siege harassment happened 2 me. Trump was in a lot of legal woe-whiz-me hassles, and the ICPE-APE crap perpetrated on me keeps the DJIA flying in their recent BULLISH RUN, and both these things combined will of course cause me' poor ole' Phillies 2 also collapse, it is just a matter of time every single year, and it has been ongoing now 4 nearly 4 SOLID FRUCKING DECADES NOW, AND ALL OF OUT HERE KNOW IT IS THE TRUTH!!!!!!!





Just watch that stock market fly, as it did in 2013 and in 2009; after the hellish hurlish slit that the MACY WOMO SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES did 2 me back in those times as well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Very rarely, 2 or more astral entities R dreaming the exact same dream, being comparable to 2 people here on Earth dreaming of the same thing and of each other, and both waking up and remembering their dreams, such as in the famous fictional example with the dream that both Annie and Kevin Costner had in the fictional movie, Field of Dreams from 1988, about the Finway Park Baseball Field. So shortening the story and answering your query, one of my many dreams that I have, as a dog named ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, is that of me, MWM. Also one of the many dreams that I have, as a great Duke and owner of a large 9 octillion cubic mile area, but a mere speck in the huge Olympian Province, OP, where the mighty GREAT DIANA ZUUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, click into www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR information, is where my name is Rictofarious and 8 other names after that, that have legal registration meanings in Ricktown’s capitol City of AKOSLEM, the full city’s spelling is shown on my website, this is the shortened mortal world spelling. Here, I am Rick, but never went by this shortened nickname, until one day when the great parents of my lovely blond Diana, a 33 foot pure energy coil that stands 6' and 3' tall with long bright canary yellow hair past her knees, and long eyes that curve up just a tiny bit at each end.






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Sunday, September 21, 2008

magic winds, slamming doors, and come-true-dreams

MAGIC WINDS, SLAMMING DOORS, and COME-TRUE-DREAMS”
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First off I will say simply this, when I left the death house in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of the ‘98 year, I wrote a book called, “I Am Here and Surviving”. I could perhaps call these internet blogs the 21st century equivalent to this sitch from a decade and 2 seasons ago.

Karen, I called U and left a message as I do once per week minimum, now that I am still here and alive. I had wonderful ideas about a blog share and website share club and everyone, what else is new; treated me like skit and ignored me. Please C what U can find out and Google and get back 2 me. There has 2B an all ready existing ‘something’, although I know that my idea was better and a real legitimate money maker. My mother worked part time long ago for Esquire Magazine, and I came 2 learn first hand from her, that advertising and this business in general is probably the largest, or one of the top five 2B in, especially in an entrepreneur situation. The money would B a side benefit, the idea was the promotion of unknown persons blogs and websites. If a boring blog written by a celebrity is destined 2 get all the hits while an incredible blog such as mine, due 2 no name recognition on any significant scale, causes it 2 virtually get lost as a single star in the galaxy of internet chatter and gossip; some new thing needs B set up where many persons can judge 4 themselves, and learn where 2 go 2 find such non-ordinary chatters such as mine. There should B a rating scale. Not trying here 2 toot a horn, but please, what could Britney or Jessica, or any of them say that would stand up against the eternal importance of my family, and its 2000 year old curse, and my infinite existence or my awareness anyway, of it?




Card counters will relate totally 2 what I now have 2 say here. If U marry a wild person with mood swings, and is extremely bi-polar 2 the point that even the quill and all other sike-meds have little significant value 4 normalizing and or stabilizing the patient’s condition, and let us now 4 sake of this example say that U-R like I am, into charting things, and U learn that this difficult dangerous spouse has on average 3 seriously bad days out of each ten, only it balances out after 50 or 100, and is not that simple 2 count 3 out of a 10 day period, subtract good days, and then know about how many more OK days R remaining B4 the next bout of 30% is due; but say that U eventually pretty much have it computed and can know when sort of a spell of good or bad times is just ahead. Now, U can know this as U have the problem, and have gone 2 great measures 2 calculate the formula, so that U can indeed start recognizing expectant mood patterns and behaviors, and thus B braced 4 them as well as being extra ready 2 deal with the situation; right B4 it just snaps up into your face, and catches U unprepared. Now compare yourself with say friends and family members of this difficult spouse of yours, that come to visit, B it occasionally or frequently. They walk into your home with no idea of anything except 4 the knowledge that indeed the person is difficult, and will upon occasion, snap and make everybody totally miserable, but there is no real way 2 know or predict the when’s. This ability is simply not available, hence, they simply take their chances, as they R playing so 2 speak a cosmic game here, within the grander scheme cosmic game that continuously surrounds and is integrally a part of all of us frail poor humans, as they choose 2 come over 4 a visit. But U on the other hand, R living in one long part of this cosmic game, and have the mathematics 2 it basically plotted out in a trustworthy statistical manner. This is what I was referring 2 regarding being able 2 cheat at gambling, by keeping track of all of the numbers say at roulette that ever come up 4U while UR at tables, and then reducing this 2 a formula where U indeed can with real honest trusted reliability, B able 2 return 2 a following game and know which 4 or 5 or so numbers out of the 38, that will have a much higher than the 38:1 chance for each coming out, as this would B your real odds if U were not charting and playing ONE-LONG-RUN-PLAY-GAME. All of life is no different. It all works this way, and as Gawky says, is totally Y the Gawnum works and exists, and is taught as a basic beginners course at the Teck-Bay Mystery School of the Province of Olympia on the Astral Plane.


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Thursday, March 30, 2006


Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension



Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lov
ely invisible things that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM waiting for the laser beam to bring their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is occurring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the 70's as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program, intelligent single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought, brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever imagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could walk, then later still, Jesusholymoses, u could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself beyond death, and more? The answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to run" situation. Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as
gravitation, time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream sequencing 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on
infinitim. One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep, hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and total eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later
as the child, to run: No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W, nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving this up for the return of ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radios with their one half inch tin speakers in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u, that insist on living your 3-D lives; as the EPITOME OF DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me, as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity; to me, R all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H-E-L-L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on
this ball of puke, and their dangerous and vicious mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u, is beyond unconscionable and horrific. It is
more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs hurling right down our throats every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awesome awful and completely unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, which simply said is, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels, endlessly torment our lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATERIAL AND SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF THINGS!!!!!
THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, it and it is called PARALLEL EVENT, the greatest kept secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams and the Dow Jones stock market system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when Phillies lose, Flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , Flyers lose, and Phillies win. When my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, & no, the
word was not misspelled; the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F-L-Y-I-N-G, YES F-L-Y-I-N-G; and to keep the stock market and Flyers hot, and the poor Phillies forever crushed; they simply constantly make my freaking life a total
total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E L L!!!!

I have been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but
scummy gods operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many
sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO,
FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER, MR. MARTINO OF MARTINO'S RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY
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In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege by the CIA, NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS which is not existing under same name but is the old
president's Secret Service, all these people have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WWll. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants, congressmen's assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase. Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya
bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!!


SO TEE-HEE-HEE, MIZZ LILLY DECARLO MUNSTER!!!!!!


AND WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.






Oh yes lads & lassies of Cyberville, and Blogaudians alike YO; my hyperspace interactions last night were totally beyond surreal and major ass powerful, YO!!!!!!!! It was as though a covert group of incredibly hyper-natural authorities were grilling me via dream-interrogation, and all the stuff recently blogged about by me was all being asked and I was doing me' utmost best 2 accommodate some very unusual peeps all night long in this incredible nocturnal experience of 5th dimensional hyperspace. Back a while ago, and especially un the disco years while employed at the RPL Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, I had a name 4 this type of activity, calling it the “RPL-DD” or DD standing 4 DREAM-DEAL, with RPL being the name of the place where the incident happened 2 me. YO BRO.





I paid me' rent this moUUUUUUUUUrning and my duties and errands R all out of the way 4 a while, until me August bennies come in and I can purchase a wee bit of food items. GEE WHIZ GOLLY GASH DOG peeps; and 2 quote what I said 2 me' camp counselor so often back in July of both the years 1967 and 1968 at the Camp Chesapeake in Northeast, Maryland, USA; “THIS IS WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, YO”! This entire frucking thing is 100 damn percent totally and without a doubt beyond ridiculous, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, BUTTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, big ass BUTT and but folks, it is happening, all of it, and WE ALL KNOW IT 2; so Y naught quit playing games about it everybody, 4 crissake??????






We all know that I am a pitiful powerless slob with absolutely nothing whatsoever. Now with money, I would B able 2 resolve quite a few major issues, right peeps? So is it naught completely logical 4 me 2B in fact, intentionally being KEPT DOWN AND ENDLESSLY BROKE THROUGHOUT ME' ENTIRE LIFETIME? Don't U morons C what is being done here, and by WHOM? R-U really and truly THAT DAMN DENSE PEEPS????????

Jesus Christ Almighty 4 crying out loud-ass!





Diana Arteemis (Lightning) was very good 2 me AGAIN yesterday-Friday and SHE has been almost every day this summer and spring. SHE is in the distance even now at 3 of the clock on this Saturday afternoon, as I have been hearing the distant thunder. Also HER lovely moon was gorgeous last night once the clouds all blew out of the sky and the jet haze from the launch at the Cape disapaited away. SHE is in a lovely two thirds waxing size and will B around three quarters full later on as SHE should B rising any time now. I LOVE U so much DIANA!!!!!!!












Yes I am alive and still me, Mildred Young!!!

HEAVENLY BODIES OF ALL TYPES, ARE LOVELY TO GAZE AT, AND THAT IS IT. NO ONE WILL EVER GET ME OFF OF THIS PLANET, AND YOU HAVE ALL MY RESPECT, NASA; FOR TAKING SUCH A DARE, WHEN ALL YOU NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IS TO REALIZE YOU ARE ALREADY THERE; OR BETTER PUT PERHAPS, YOU ARE NOT REALLY EVEN HERE TO BEGIN WITH. TALK ABOUT FLUIDITY AND LIQUIDITY, IN BOTH CAPITALISM, AND AERONAUTICS, YO KIND FOLKS!!!




















I ran into an old time traveler today, when I left my doctor's office, for my check up appointment. Every time I go there now, the doctor has some wild emergency, and is running behind by a minimum of an hour to an hour and a half. Sometimes, things need to be timed; huh Mister William Pine Hill Harner??? No airplane can fly for 30 years, and look and sound exactly the same. I used to call it the “UGLY PLANE”, and it has a co-traveler, that I used to call, the “FIGHTER PLANE”. We won't even start delving into the complexities that are involved with all of this. I came out of the doctor's office building, a hundred yards off of Nebraska Avenue, at just a couple minutes shy of STOCK MARKET CLOSING BELL TIME, naturally, about 3:57 give or take, and it came roaring right over me. I gave it a military salute. This plane is a time-plane, and it moves not only in the skies over this planet, but also, through time, and thus never appears to age, whatever time that I am in and perceive this aerial vehicle in, as it just moves back and forth in the wink of an eye. I first began being stalked and messed with by these two planes, in late august of 1986, and it never ever stops. They are always there, you know, like wonderful ADT!












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PEACE OUT, MISTER MARCUCCI, AND YOUR COOL PALS!



Eat your mother flucking heart out; Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






HAPPY YUCKING BIRTHDAY, WAYV-FM, AND PAULA PATTY KING HOLLISTER, WHATEVER EXPLORATRON, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!






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THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!



THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!






Not 506 Robin Hill mid-stay, folks; but yes, it is now 5:06 Post Meridian (after-noon). So frucking runt eating WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Let's stop all this flucking goddamn killing each other over silliness; people of Planet Earth. Can't you see that in a few years, this whole world will be worse than shmucking Rikers Island, unless this horrible ducking tide is turned????? Well, here goes me' poor whittle mucking SPELL-CHECK pwogwam, Mister Elmer Fwudd. Let me boot off and back on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, all real New Yorkers know that there is a lot more on that island, than just the famous jail, that became three times more famous, after the greatest law show of this world, graced our television presence, called, “L & O!!!!! WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!









HERE IS WHY THE TIME-PLANE-UFO-EXPLORATRON STRUCK ME, AT MY DOCTOR'S OFFICE; FOLKS. HOPEFULLY, YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, ALONG WITH MISTER ISLANDER BILLY JOEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHA-AHA-AHA. So Mister Governor Kean from 1983 and 1984; if we all are ''perfect together'', maybe my wonderful daughter would like to know if we are fallen angels as well. Oh boy, Mom!!!








To quote Diana, Waterfalls are so awesome”.






Still, most of me' free-images photos have been all taken away from me, so it is doubtful these nice lovely waterfalls will even show up here 4 me' Blogaudians, YO!





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Boy oh boy, my people really do get around, and I am happy to see them all doing whatever it is they do. You know life's a real real funny old dog when you sit down to ponder on stuff, peeps. You're doing your thing and Mountainpen sits here in South Central Eastern Florida, USA, wondering what it all could be about, well, not totally wondering perhaps, but the details will elude me of course, and then I must wonder if these same great travelers, read my words from what may sometimes seem to be further out than they'll ever travel, understanding and comprehending it on levels that they indeed are getting it on, but yet; its totally remaining always a bit like the great butterfly song from decades now long gone by, you know; ELUSIVE. Yeah, just a passing thought, but thought that I'd share it my kind folks. Life really is a silly old dog, and again, three cheers for Mister John Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of New York County, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO!



GREAT FOLKS OUT HERE, you are now reading CHAPTER 19.






DECEMBER 9, 2015,


WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:06,


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Oh well, wonderful kind lads and lassies all over the place, most 'Earthers' will always insist and proclaim, that Mountainpen is just a total crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense, and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence, that all proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story, from 1995 through almost 2016. After all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over, only someone who would buck and defy odds that stagger the damn imagination, could possibly say that Mountainpen/Morianity, is all a hoax, a lie, and or the product of total quintessential madness and insanity. And yet, alas, just as those same, or some of them, claim to believe in flying ships from beyond our planet, and little alien beings too, and they cleave unto their ideas with clenched fists, ready to take on Washington, DC, or the world; believing some gigantic conspiracy of some powerful group, all know some deep dark truths, and are keeping it from them. Oh well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL treatment, huh Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must be in with the fawces, to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey; that is, should you still be amongst us breathers, here in the land of the living. Am I right, gorgeous J. L. Hewett Ghost-buster? So now I hope to hear from any scientifically minded soul who can show me the most miniscule lab-tested evidence for NOT BELIEVING one thing at least, and that would be, that LIFE IS A SILLY OLD DOG!








Well Mizz Wonderful Know-it-all Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980; “BULL-SLIT ON YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN; AND THEN RE-SQUARED, YO”!!!!!!!!







When the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical projects together, on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died of brain ducking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida, where other great 'K-named folks' R, in 2016!


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I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously fuckiGN horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.









Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother flucking act up; me' kind lads and lassies out there in Cyberville, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















Happy Turkey Day, YO!!!!!






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And soon, MERRY CHRISTMAS!










The great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK; gee, just what is going on? How many out here know about my trip in 1972, up to Babylon, New York, to 175 Peninsula Drive, to visit with my mom's cousin, Ruth Huntington Gottwald, at his mansion there? If you don't, you won't be told any details right now, other than I always took a tape recorder with me, and was obsessed with tape recorders at that time. How many know how I was taken on a road trip on the second day of my visit, up to the north shores of this great Woodie Guthrie Island, and had an experience that I blocked out of my mind for 36 years, until it resurfaced in a dream on 5 October, in 2008? I, even then after awakening, believed it to be just a dream, until I finally became my own head doctor, and admitted to myself that I witnessed a horrendous event up at my daughter's house! Hey lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo, by any remote chance, would U like 2 cut me a bwake right about now, YO girl???????????







There are no absolutes, but David Leigh Smith from Cooley-Hall had some very wonderful advice for me that day after I returned from Ellisberg Circle's weird school of machine-professors. I told on earlier blogs a lot about this place, the Ellisberg Circle that is, not just limiting this discussion to this school that was there. There was mom's boyfriend who took mom and me by car one Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1969, to several stores there. My mom needed to buy a mirror, and I was told to take it to the car, and given the keys, so I could place it into the back seat, and then either come back and find my mom and her boyfriend Sid, or at my discretion, remain in the car until they completed their shopping task. I chose to do neither, and took the mirror, and used it to almost cause a lot of serious problems, by using it in a manner not intended by its manufacturer, that is, to reflect bright blinding sunlight, directly into the face of drivers. Today, the world of this new age would have seen me in what I call, the Abbey Carmichael Law & Order way, you know, a bad egg, a crazy nutty adolescent who needs to just be locked away, for not conforming and obeying and saying yes sir, no ma'am to every dam adult within my daily interactivity. Hey, I wasn't a really bad ass, but I was quite the imp who could really piss off my mom's sort of nutty boyfriend, Sidney, without, to quote Lenny McKinnon who I would not go onto meet for eleven years, ''any doubt about it''.







Before this time, back in the spring time of 1969, about a half of a year or so, I had become friends, an d not by my choosing, but everything in this life is always my fault and I am the perpetual absolute bad guy in all things, as I shortly thereafter have come to learn; but yes, Brad and I did some things that were bad, and I told about most of it, on these blogs, the first two years of them, in 2006 and 2007. But why I acted out, had something to do with being given this somewhat wild bigger kid, who was fourteen months younger than me, in the body of a seventeen year old, with the physical strength to match, and an eye for the fairer gender, and on I can go here, but won't, since he is not here to produce his side of anything that I might say; but yes, he was a wild customer, and quite a pistol, and a lot more; but he was my pal, and we did become close friends; about as close as any two young teen boys could be, who lived in the same garden type apartment system, of those times and days. But Brad was not the only reason that I began going a bit loco in many various ways, such as acting out with screaming and cursing, and being defiant with parents and authority, abnd feeling life was somehow mistreating me, because shit was happening to me, beginning early in February of that year, and going strong, month after month, in ways that no blog could ever really hope to adequately and properly address and define in terms that would permit normal and average type of people, any ability to identify and or relate to me, from their own personal private young lives. I am speaking of three major things here, that most of you out here know, or think that you all do, to some degree and some extent. These being, the chain and the wild teen girl on Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, the train and my suddenly remembering an entire half century or more of a lifetime, where I had grown into a man and an adult, lived a totally failed and clucked up life, and ended up realizing that I had been repeating this loop of nightmares, similar to being literally trapped in a hellish I-Ching Trance, for what would seem to be about six to ten thousand years, give or take, if all strung together. The biggest of all, was the first Saturday in July, just shortly before Brad and his mom, Grace Messenger, moved away, and took up residence in Cherry Hill, in the Stievasent Towers, about two miles or more away from the Haddon Hills Apartments. I do not have a play by play memory of the day it happened and the exact events. It is jumbled broken up nightmarish fragments, just exactly like the inverted digital year to follow, 27 years later, in 1996, when the great exploratron Patty-Paula, got me a second time, and this time, was witnessed to some degree, by a maintenance person at the apartment I was at then, called the Highview Apartments, in Monroe Township, Gloucester County, Williamstown, New Jersey, just down the street from the famous Black Horse Pike, and the Gete's Diner. My Spell-Check has been disabled, so I need to go off and come back on, and fix my typos.






Discussing exploratron-Patty-Paula or EPP for short, is like discussing Sarah Krassle, as with both, this mother and daughter team have extremely unfathomable abilities to do inconceivable and outlandish mystical things, and they do them on a regular basis. If you do not think about someone, yet begin to dream about them on a regular basis, this means that they are thinking about you. I promise you that this is true, but I am speaking in five dimensions, not three. This applies to both of these 'people' and yes, I do single quote the word there, as I do not know just who or what they really truly are. The game that Sarah wants me to play with her, seems to imply that by its very title that she spouted off to me on P. H. Day of 1996, and very interesting symbolic initials too if I may add here; this game seems to be all about indeed guessing who is 'real' and who is 'not real', or who is the guest, which can very easily be interpreted to mean, who has an active dreaming-doppelganger inside of them, hence that would be the 'GUEST' that I will need to 'GUESS', if I am to successfully navigate my way through this physical hellish life and this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE.


WOW-WOW-WOW & WOW!




She said to me, back on 7 December, of 1996, just shy of 5 AM, while I was dead asleep and out of this world where my body was laying in my bed, and I was on her great street, in-between the great TRINITY-HOTEL, and the great and powerful monster dirt ball Robert McGuire's Hotel-Bar, and I quote, “Let's play a game boy, called GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. Folks, these things all happened and this is all entirely real, REAL, and yes sir; absolutely REALE as well!!!!!!!! If he and that ACMUA water company were naught all mixed up in this horse slit, he just would naught have flipped out on me that night when he saw me get off a jitney bus. After all peeps let's BE REAL here 2 quote Sir Bob Schleigh back in 1980. It wasn't that late, and I was not 8. I was 15 and a half and it was only about half past ten, and everybody was out 2C the fireworks, so gimme' a break lovely Margie, willya' sweet girl??????????????? The one home that was bought by the ACMUA water company just happens 2B Mister fagot TOM REALE's home and property, right there on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; and that is where this prick molested me twice in the summer of 1970. Out of all that reale estate on Abseacon Island, which includes the world famous ATLANTIC CITY itself, and they bought the home this dick head molested me in, give me as break distant cuzz Donnie boy, willya' YA??????????





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Agatha's annoying agonies on apple juice folks, this has been the absolute worst month of me' entire life, when me' age of course is taken into consideration, as I ain't no damn ass spring chicken or cloud-chicken, as we all know out here, but BOY OH BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME WILD SLIT 2 TALK ABOUT ON THIS WHITTLE FLUCKING ASS BWOG, SIR ELMER!!!!!!!!!! Today so far is just a lot of air crap that began as many evenings do, and me' AWLS lights R activated and have been 4 days now and will go on being 4 some time, most likely, signaling me' pal-pilot at the FPIA, who drives around me' park 2 check on me, with these 2 porch lights. The bulbs R those new special ones that last practically indefinitely and take only 15 watts or so of Diana-power yet shine in 100-W luminosity equivalent. First off, I injured me' thumb a couple weeks back, cutting it accidentally with a sharp pair of sheers and had it bandaged, so operating any kind of stuff like keyboards has been harder 4 me, and my techy told me that I may B hitting a control key in combo with a letter key that causes the highlighting problem and I have taken some steps 2 avoid that, but many of me' woes were 'mouse-related', and I have a brand new non-Melanie-key-MOUSE now, and 'stuff is working much better', naught failing and acting up as much now; and on or off of TIMES SQUARE, HELP ME GIBB-PEEPS, or TEASING GAME LOVING DAWTERS! Never envy my incredible absolute long-term memory great awesome peeps out there, just pweeeeeeeeeze YO, promise me U won't ever do that, it is not an enviable thing unless of course your life is opposite of my life, U know, blessed and great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all old years and NEW YEARS aside here; let me get on with the show here, VERIZON CARRIERS, and call ten non-Callio's, YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA ME' BRAHHH!!!! When I went 2 unplug me' computer and take it over 2 the PSL-FL-USA-Walmart Store's TECHY JOINT, oh Mister 1983-1984 STEVE WINN mighty sir, YUK-YUK-YUK; as soon as I unplugged it, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE BLEW OUT THE ENTIRE POWER BRICK that was just sold 2 me last autumn and less than one damn ass year ago, by that BEST BUY GEEK-SQUAD INSTALLER GUY, 4 about 70 bucks; and they do not last long, and I learned that unless we of course spend around a quarter grand or more, 4 the very top models sold over at the STAPLES STORE. Today I bought a replacement there, a mid-quality one, but twice as powerful as the old model that OTAMM blew out with all of their endless electrical assaults on me and power outages, etcetera-etcetera-etcetera, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! On top of this, all sorts of horrible crap continued happening back on Wednesday which was BOTBAR X3, or 3 straight days of hellishness at quintessential levels, especially 4 a pathetic sick elderly guy and who did nothing ever 2 anyone, 2 deserve this monstrous evil wicked sinful endless slit being perpetrated upon me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wasted a trip going 2 the TECHY because the guy on the phone assumed my computer model was more advanced than mine, telling me Walmart sold me in the year 2010 a Windows-7 operating system that was pre-2010, perfectly legal and acceptable 4 them 2 do so this ain't a complaint against me' fave store, only a needed tutorial here 2 explain some of my horrible bullskit here. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass Buttercheese BUTT and yes world, all apartment number Philly-24-A's aside here 4 the moment at least, 'MISTER ZENO' and 'MISTER STEPHANO', but; the trip was no waste despite all kinds of hellishness surrounding me, as I was able 2 learn several super beyond wild and powerful things from these dudes, and they did run a few free clean wipe program check sweeps and claim that no hacker is doing these things and it is all a matter of an ancient dinosaur computer just normally slowly wearing out and general or no general songs or medical conditions, “breaking down”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Slowly but surely, this machine is doing what ole' ancient Mountainpen is doing, “DYING”, so yes world, “WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”??????? Still, when I do buy my new tower computer and not at Walmart, at the year's end on some holiday sale, as Walmart does naught sell the desk top towers any more and only the BB Store does, and 4 a very reasonable fee they will transfer my document and music files over from this dying old horse onto the brand new and much better steed, hopefully better, as well as make sure I am protected with the best software 4 doing that and a good program is installed that replaces the now defunct open-office. I was told they R not making any more of that, and this is Y when my system updates happen as all computers and cellphones do unfortunately IMHO, then the open office no longer is there 2 update the updates on the machine, and that is what keeps yucking it all up. Even dummy Mountainpen knows that this makes sense and some of me' frucking paranoia is a wee bit recently relieved, but no YO, NAUGHT ALL OF IT; as I know a lot of crap Mister Arthur Crane, is simply naught being one bit goddessdog imagined by me; just as U told me back at the TCE security post in 1991, ole' bud!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I left the TECHY-joint, something happened that never happened in all the decades that I've been driving a goddamn ass automobile, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I pulled into a MOBIL GASOLINE STATION 4 twenty bucks of fuel and thought that I was at pump number 4 when actually, it was number 14. That caused me a major ass hassle, but they were nice 2 me at least. That part of the tale does indeed vary quite damn immensely from my usual norms during BOT-X-3 hellish death assaults from the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this never happened in all of me' driving decades, oh wonderful great folks!!!!!!!! Now 4 what this dude told me about those times when I began my blogs up again after that most recent quarter decade off-time and moving from the PEE-HA Building, into me' current residence of the Quiet Waters Park, of good-ole' monstrously hot and sticky northeastern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. When my blogs shut down over and over, it was intentionally being done 2 me but naught by library staff. It was done by county controlled program filters, that monitor all things typed on their public terminal machines; and have a keyword-sensitivity program so that at certain points when enough no-no stuff is said, it will then trip the 'SHUT-DOWN circuit', and then POOF; off goes the goddamn computer. That one day while typing a major-doozie blog, remember Blogaudians, it shut off something like around four times, and without my flash drive, that would have been it, so me days of blogging on public terminals are OVER FOREVER, as there is no freedom of speech in this goddamn wicked evil nation, not any longer, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! It is so nice 2 know folks, that I AM INDEED NAUGHT IMAGINING MY ENDLESS WOE-WHIZ-ME TROUBLES however, as so many keep endlessly attempting 2 tell me that I am just a crack pot whack job nut case from the mighty WFMU internet radio Crackpots from New Jersey page, where I guess, I will live on in non Pearl and non Harbor infamy, huh President FDR sir??????




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THIS IS A RECORD OF TIMES OF OUTAGES AND DESCRIPTIONS OF THEIR DURATIONS AND ANY COMMENTS FROM INFORMATION LEARNED, AND ONLY INCLUDES TIMES WHERE I AM AT HOME AND AWAKE AND AWARE OF THEM, NATURALLY.





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Who out here has noticed and made the mental pattern observation that it is ALWAYS and ABSOLUTELY during as well as after any unusual weather pattern strikes, my BOTBAR patterns R always simultaneously at their WORST, and this confirms the CHRISTIANS CONCEPT OF THEIR BIBLICAL DEVIL-SATAN dude with 'non-PO MO-radar' horns atop of his head, and pitch fork in one hand and perhaps in the other hand is silver-tin foil and an old Walkman Stereo system and ear-bud in his ear, endlessly tuned 2 the great awesome and illustrious WFMU-Internet-FM-Radio, or whatever it was and is, as 2 this day, I could care totally less about it, or my damn worthless rotten dawter, or anyone or anything, since this entire world sucks, stinks, and is 100%+ TOTALLY WORTHLESS, cubed-CUBAN!!!!!!!!! Yes, this torrid heatwave is the main focus on WORLD-NEWS, and this was the hottest non Stevie-Wonder Master Blaster JULY on this planet, according 2 the newscasters. Simultaneously, this has been the most horrible DEMONIC SATANIC PUTRID MONTH IN THE LIFE OF MOUNTAINPEN, that I can truthfully remember IN A VELY VELY VELY NON COOLEY HALL 1972 BOB MCDOWELL TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I believe Mister 1971 McNulty said it a wee bit like thissssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mahm': AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!













MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,

ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!




Folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!













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This is one example of what is being done 2 me, ACLU, and especially since my alphabet tweet blogs back last autumn in 2022. I re-colorized the font from black into RED, 2 show U this censorship on my blogs that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever 2 me, since things being stopped R already on older blogs on their site, it has 2B some AI program that only allows just so much of my tale 2B told at any one given time, 2 me, this should naught B legal 4 them 2 do 2 me; oh great & mighty freaking ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024


Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

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Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

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MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024


Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.









HOW ANYONE DOUBTS MY TRUE TALE OF NIGHTMARE PATTY-HHH AND MERRY FROM THE 60's AND THE 70's is anyone's ABSOLUTE BEST GUESSING GUEST!!!!!!!!!! Just the odds on the A-24 and my apartment #24-A as a boy back in Philly, would B 'millions 2 one against it just happening', and I can prove this mathematically, YO GREAT FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY, someone didn't like it either. When I discussed it, POOF, OFF WENT ME' BWOG, just as it is shown above from earlier on this totally demonic year of 2023, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!








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Folks, if something is hard 2 read or blanked out entirely, just highlight over it with your whittle mouse and it will show up clearly. This is all, according 2 me' techy peeps, me' ole' 'cum-puke-her' just breaking down, sure, well; then Y is the DEATH ANGEL major attacking me, each time I say anything really major, such as the very last incident being as I typed in the {Patty-HHH & Merry} junk?????????? When I started these blogs in January of 2006, U all know that I still had naught remembered just who these peeps truly were, nor tied any of this together with me' true astral plane existence as well as me' hyperspace 'dream-life', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, “YO-YO'D & BOUNCED 1988 AROUND, WILD & SCARED----FROM TOWN-2-TOWN © PROPHET OF NOTHING”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS yes, and also Sir Chester-Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me, and causing me the most horrible 3 day BOTBAR STRING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON JULY 24, THROUGH JULY 26, OF 2023, MONDAY-TUESDAY-WEDNESDAY, AS WELL AS THE MOST PUTRID HORRENDOUS JULY IN MY HISTORY, and broke my POWER BRICK BACK ON MONDAY MORNING, AND CAUSING ME ENDLESS INHUMAN DEATH PERSECUTION AND SIEGES OF VARIOUS TYPES, IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, and is all connected with my nightmare, with the WOMO-SPACEFORCE, EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986 WITH THEIR ENDLESS USAGE OF ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY 2 KEEP THE DOW JONES FLYING UP AND THE PHILLIES LOSING AND THE FLYERS WINNING; AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 AND ONE HALF YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.




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




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





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





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Well Doctor Shriner and mommy, from back in early autumn days of the year of 1971, and I quote here oh so 'PENNOCK-PERFECTLY' YO, “Here we go again”!!!!!!!!!!!! The last 2 days I SUFFERED MAJOR WOMO SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES or 4 short MAJOR 'WSS' PERSECUTION AND DEATH ASS HARASSMENT, and all 4 what reason, pray frikkin' tell, YO ME' BRAH???????? U got it wonderful awesome folks, U got it, weelwee & twuwee U do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY PERSECUTION, USED ON THE MOUNTAINPEN; THE POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN, OR ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It appears that 4 the past few days, the 'TRUMP-MACY-PEEPS', AKA the scumbag LAMBRIGG CULTISTS, AND THEIR EARTHLY CHAPTER IN THE MW (MORTAL-WORLD); R in a major and somewhat futile attempt 2 organize one of the largest illegal coups of all time, and I will explain this down 2 the nth detail, and absolute degree; 4 those naught so damn much educated in the field of American politics, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












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B4 closing out today, I will let a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE frucking cat out of the bag. Recently, the cum-puke-her is either breaking down or it is a hack, but one of the fonts when I try 2 use it, won't allow me 2 and it causes the document naught 2 flucking work. This is what started me' major woe-whiz-me slit back on Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning with the major hacking followed by my unplugging the machine and thus instantaneously the entire power brick battery BROKE, and I still say this is the WOMO-SPACEFORCE enemies or my SPAMMENIES. Still, I will now tell U what the font is that is causing this HACK-BREAK-DOWN-WHATEVER or 4 short, this goddessdog flucking 'HBDW'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is called the “DEJA VU SERIF CONDENSED” FONT. Once when copying something in that font off of a website, it also crashed my open office 3.1 program, so something that is not properly updating on this old machine may very well B trucking up my slit here, who can know, I am not that computer savvy, and admit 2 it right up flicking ass front, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now believe it or naught wonderful Blogaudians YO, that ain't what I was gonna' say, as it all happened when I tried using that very font while beginning this paragraph. What I was gonna' tell U is that I never ever told that there is yet one other tactic in my magic book of tricks pertaining 2 me' casino gaming. In all honesty I always believed it is simply 2 flucking powerful 2 tell it because of the potential deadly danger when my enemies truly know how it can and WILL eventually, go onto devastate them and their evil demonic plans that they seemingly have 2 utterly ruin and wipe out me' entire mother frucking life. I am gonna' tell U just a small thing here, and have no plans 2 ever reveal what the particular numbers truly R, as I have always, 4 whatever the stupid reasons behind doing it may B, attempted 2 disprove it and simply put peeps, CAN NAUGHT DISPROVE IT, and I have played with this 4 about 30 years way back while residing in Mizz Patricia Meeker's rental home on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG. 2 put this about as simply and colloquially as possible here, there R two numbers out of the 37 or 38 of them depending on whether we R playing at a single zero, or a double zero ROULETTE TABLE, that come out in an incredibly major preponderance when I am playing, and during times of two different things, and both generated yes folks, by none other than the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES. When I am under major BOTBAR STRINGS, days and days such as now, or any time I am getting 3 or MORE nasty-ass BOTBAR-DAYS, but not necessarily all stemming from just major heavy aerial crap with days and days and days of non ending major sky filled chemtrails in addition 2 choppers and other air vehicle enemies of the WOMO, there R4 numbers that come out if I play between 50 and 100 wheel spins, at a rate of nowhere near the 9.5:1 ratio 4 them 2 occur. I am not exaggerating and this has gone on 4 me now 4 a solid mother flucking goddessdog 30 years since my days at the Meeker home in 1993. These 4 numbers that should come out in long run as well as in pretty much averaged out 50-100 wheel spins of 9.5:1, come out during these incredible BOTBAR-STRINGS, at a rate of close to 6:1 ratio, varying from 5.8:1-6.2:1, when they should B at 9:1. Then there R2 other numbers that R completely different numbers from those 4, that come out in that same wild mathematically exaggerated way and in a consistency that has lasted in long run play also of those same 30 years, and these 2 numbers come out during any days and not just strings, where the air hellishness is vicious and major. Now peeps, I need not remind a one of U out here that my entire life is filled with major aerial persecution times as well as major frucking death inviting BOTBAR STRINGS, and if I move 2 Atlantic City in February when me' lease is up here, and just play these numbers at roulette tables; I will B able 2 make a million frucking dollars within a few short years and then retire off of some goddessdog nice ass annuities, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, AND A BIG FAT ASS WEEEEEEEEEE!!!





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The wild and glaring eyes of STAR TREK's Gary Mitchel, on the great mind busting PINK GODDESS 1966 EPISODE, was incredible enough and would epitomize into the Thaxton-Marcucci 1969 mind blow all by itself, but then along came my coworker at the great HARVEST OUTREACH joint back in early 2011, the one and only Sir Billy Crouch. There seems on the surface to be no connection, but digging a little deeper, he said to me that he knows the Hollister branch of this wildly surreal WASHCLOTH FAMILY well, and they have peeps here; and near Kings Highway and Kings Ranch. Then we have both the ESB claim of ruler-ship, and Billy saying he is Jesus Christ come back, and when he takes off his shades, his eyes are glaring jewels. If I am lying about this, FBI; come ducking arrest me right now at 601 Avenue B, Apartment 607, as I've had just about enough from this bunch from hell, and something will eventually give, with or without your interference. This is an observation, not a threat. I just know simple logic, and hopefully, it will suffice George Burns and Gracie Allen!!!!!!!!!! I will talk a lot more as more stuff happens, and it will. It is past the point of no return now, and anyone can see this, unless they try not to look at it, and Morianity labels that mind bending exercise as the 'COMEY-GWPOS'. You saw what you saw, SAM, forget son-cops and Lab Dogs, YO because this is not what is important here. Shoemaker indeed made lots of trouble for me, and their daughter Tracy, was the engineer at the Technion Building, that once was the great route 73, 901-Building. Adding the magic one of the binary code, and we get the realer emergency, right Angela and Donna? Just who really knew 'what', and “WHEN”, as we all do need 2 seriously wonder; and naught just the great Washington 5 sided building, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




























Hey, Lenny is busy doing his thing at 1PP, and I need no Blackberry phones to keep up with that, or pig snorting Samantha ones either. Hell, between ducking blueberry capitols, blackberry phones, and my daughters' favorite berry juice from Chatsworth, New Jersey; life may well just be a bowl of cherries, but not for me, Davy Jones, you old ape you!!!!!! Watch out for those flip side Marsha kisses, as you and me both came real close to Rikers Island, only you at least would not have committed incest, sheeeeit.











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After spending the last 20 years in the Boston Area, I recently returned to my hometown of Philadelphia. It's been a pleasure to reconnect with the Philly music scene! I've recently had the opportunity to perform and record with old friends and new-all of whom are incredibly talented and supportive in a way unique to this area!

I recently finished the jazz CD entitled “SHUFFLE TIME”. It features mostly original compositions and some fabulous players: Tom Adams (Piano), Andy Lalasis (Bass), Grant MacAvoy (Drums), Denis DiBlasio (Bari-Sax/Flute) and Tony DeSantis (Trumpet/Flugelhorn). 

We recorded the CD directly to tape at RADScape Studios owned by Randy Weaver.  Now I'm a believer—tape definitely provides a true and “warmer” sound-especially if the session is recorded by an artist of Randy's caliber.

I also just completed the 4th CD with a former student and consummate guitarist Stu Goodis (Goodis and Glenn) entitled “New Song”. This is comprised of 12 original Jazz Guitar Duets that range from Latin to straight ahead and even blues shuffle styles.  Please visit the Goodis and Glenn page on this site for more information.

Since retiring from Roland Corporation as New England District Sales Manager, I have returned to devoting all of my time to performing, composing and producing music.

I am continuing to reach out to old and new musical friends in the Philly area while maintaining bonds with my New England associates-particularly on Cape Cod.

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It's also great to be back in Pat Martino's town! He has inspired me for as long as I've attempted to master my instrument!

Onward and Upward!!! I thank our Higher Spirit for sharing a little bit of the Creative Light that keeps us searching for the TRUTH! 

I am also eternally grateful to my wife Kathy Anderson Glenn for her unending support and inspiration. 



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Tom performed on stage with such notables as Chuck Berry, Major Harris, Sammy Davis Jr., Nancy Wilson, Alice Cooper, Captain & Tenille, the Delphonics and many others over a period of more than 30 years.

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Tom earned a Bachelor’s Degree from La Salle University, a Conservatory Diploma from Neupauer Conservatory and a Master of Music from Combs College of Music.  He also studied with Dr. Jacob Neupauer (Neupauer Conservatory), Dr. William Schimmel (Juilliard), Pat Martino (Jazz Virtuoso), Joe Federico (Jazz Guitar) and Alex Dramis (Jazz Guitar). He also served as District Sales Manager of New England at Roland Corporation for  20 years until June 2013.











As U all know, my ole' pal from 1980 did not die in that hospital fire during a minor surgical procedure, and went onto enjoy a major successful musical career. May I add in here that nobody on this Earth was more impressed with his musical talent than was the Mountainpen who merely was Mark Wayne Mohr back in those days of 1980, and yes, that day in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, in Voorhees Township, when we did the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG that he had arranged 4 me on his marvelous and exquisite sounding electrical guitar; I was beyond impressed. Next 2 my own wonderful mind busting daughter Mariah, he is the greatest musical genius in the opinion of this blogger, on this entire planet Earth, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! The © Office has the music cassette tape 2 this very day of that song being arranged and even some of the back and forth discussions between us in that now somewhat globally and perhaps 'intergalactically' as well, mysterious apartment, wherever its true origins may B in the reality behind all of the great OZ-CURTAINS.


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No people, the Mountainpen is neither a FAKE nor a PHONY, and U can even ask distant-cousin DJT. Of course just what he will tell U is anybody's endless best guests-guess, right along with the mighty Pink Sky Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE STUFF, huh Senator Sanders, SIR?????????

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!











There is a parallel universe where I don't spend a hell of a lot of time concerning myself with the G-20, not 8, wow am I behind the times. Or am I? Perhaps I just get many countless parallels mixed up, it is not easy being me, Dave Roth license plate admirers and all from a night in the summer time of 1987. This is because there is no dam G-7, G-8, G-20, or whatever, just a Roundhouse Manor Estate in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. My level of personal immaturity is the same there however, and is the concern of my family. All this is on many previous blogs, and has no power or weight, as it is all unproven and will be until long after my current me-life physical death will occur in just less than twenty years, PTL. In this universe, there is a very good reason that my younger daughter, PEE, is so interested in those suicide bomber pilots from WW TWO. This is what won the war for the axis side, in that other universe. You know, Ida forgotten totally about the recent interaction with PEE, but for watching the Fort Pierce CCC television last night, number 110, about the black holes and the M-Weird theories that grew between the seventies and basically just around the time before my blogging and all the hell that followed as a result. Yes, good old Yamoto was the big war hero over there in that other reality and won the war with complex naval strategies, before Mister Einstein could complete his work on the atom bomb. Speak of the DUKE, and the great movie, and spell checker will not help me to correctly spell the name of this Japanese naval officer, so yes folks, it is not spelled accurately. Bruce Pennock was a good friend of mine in this universe, and doubtfully did I ever know him over there, but he realized how all of us are indeed only human, despite that three octave sudden climb before completing his famous sentence that my older daughter likes so much. Where are you when I need you, Roy Carl Weiler Senior?









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





Let me tell you what I am talking about. There are shadows and there is substance, and all concepts of humanity are backwards. That is a sentence of true awesome power right there, but there's a lot more. There is a reason that I had to have a terrible shock one day in late May, that causes me to this day to require taking medication for, and has no rational rhyme nor reason for coming on me suddenly on June the 4th in 1983 at 10:30 PM, the way that it did. But there are parallel worlds where because of things working out in powerful ways with my father in the days right before Einstein completed the atom bomb project, forced 5th dimensional channels and eddies to all wash into a weird commingled reality, and I believe to this day with all of my heart, that my great banker family, knew the secrets, as my mom told them all to her cousin Ruth Huntington, and she was the wife of the great banker of those days, who even denied a big loan to Donald Trump's father, the eminent Heinz Gottwald, Senior VP of the Manhattan main branch of the world's 2nd largest bank then in the seventies, CHEMICAL NATIONAL, now I believe, Gawky; called PNC, a slight hyperspace twist in fate, huh my friends and distant relatives at TWC? This is also why TD bought my Commerce Bank, and just after the year 2000 had ended, in my very early days at Jenny's dirt ball trailer park in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG; I had an incredible powerful interaction or (dream), where I was inside my future self as an Exploratron, here in Florida. It was winter, and many things happened; involving the cold, Paul, and the bank, and my being homeless; and sure as the Loretta SAR of Mary Hartman Fartman, it all worked its way, as did the telephone conversation of the great WOW, into a mixed and merged, or commingled reality. This needed to happen, and is why powerful global and beyond global forces, get upset, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO MY DOCTOR, ANY DOCTOR, ANY STATE; EVER SINCE THIS CONDITION CAME ON ME ON JUNE 4TH, IN '83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday, I had a 2:30 afternoon appointment with my Florida Doctor, Doctor Jay I. Schorr. From the moment I left home, chemtrails were very bad above me here in Fort Pierce, off to my north, Oliver Fawn Hall Wildpartys. When I parked at the doctor's parking lot, a powerful loud awesome crash level small private aerial assault, struck right over me at a 'perfect daughter Pennock' zenith, straight over my car, out of millions of possible square feet over my position. Every time I see a health care professional to keep me alive and going by writing me another generic Ativan script, I get killed and annihilated. Just archive old blogs at my old site, and also I am 'Schorr' that this has been mentioned once or twice, even on this new blog as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





END TRANSMISSION.


Getting rid of that rotten Deju Vu FONT!!!!!!!!!



7:24 AM on Wednesday morning, 26 July, 2023


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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL-BOX IN 2301


CHAPTER 10





Anyone out here who believes me and envy's my 'magical life', is A FOOL ON QUINTESSENTIAL STEROIDS. Judge and punish me all U wish 2, great MILLCO, I'm saying this 2U, and back in 1969, 2U-BOY as well. Last night all of frucking goddessdog DOGTOWN broke loose 4 me, and I doubt that I can even remember all of it, but here goes, let me try wonderful good peeps. The most recent 2 things just happened within the past quarter hour. First, all of me' photos R hacked out again, even my own, and that was paid 4 and done at some office store, all legal, and is naught the property or image belonging 2 anyone else, such as the lovely golden moon with the illusion of the airship flying nearby it, and numerous others. But one powerful thing happened that is naught ugly and evil, my mother frucking Spellchecker program is suddenly functioning again, out of the blue and after approximately 6-10 weeks somewhere of it being poofed off and completely gone. Of course late yesterday afternoon I called my 'TECHY' joint and made an appointment 4 today at 10:10 this morning, mourning, and moanin'. I have proclaimed and told so many times, that if I had a frucking quarter 4 every time I blog-spoke it, I'd have thousands of dollars in the bank, instead of thirty-seven and forty-one cents, that the forces doing all these things 2 me all of me' goddessdog life, R masters of GAMING, and beyond sicko whack job nut cases. But on top of all of these endless games they play on me-me, or MIMI, or 'whatever', ole' pal, Bob Andrews, from the time range of 1975-1980; these sicko eternal gods from the Astral-Plane R indeed doing this 2 me, and I am naught imagining one tiny bit of any of these crazy maniacal things that R forever perpetrated upon me and happening all around me and 2 me 4 coming up on seventy flucking years now, U wonderful great awesome Blogaudians out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this, my toilet went out on me again around one or two in the goddessdog moanin' which was the last straw of crap that began with the wild pest trucks, and B4-I finish telling this, a major HACK JUST STRUCK ME AT 7:41, WHERE AN ENTIRE SENTENCE SIMPLY VANISHED OFF THE BLOG PAGE, AND THEN SEVERAL RED SQUIGGLY LINES ON MISSPELLED WORDS, SHOWED UP, AND ALL ELSE WAS COMPLETELY BLANK. I am glad they did this, or if U did this MIDDIE-PINK-SKY; as now I am gonna' keep my mother flucking goddessdog appointment 2 get this machine wiped totally clean, and my junk all backed up and then reinserted. But they promised 2 get me a really high grade protection system also, hopefully some plans give an initial free time period, so that I can really C and judge 4 me'self if it is worth the money---here we go again, another sentence line poofed out completely. I took out the mother ducking internet modem plug and restarted my computer, and the blocked out section came back on the dock page. From now on, only when I post publish a blog or need the internet 4 something, will I plug in the computer plug into the Comcast modem, and the SPACEFORCE IS BEYOND WIPING ME OUT, PRESIDENT BIDEN KIND WONDERFUL SIR; AND I DO NOT C-Y-U-R UNABLE 2 ASSIST ME HERE WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PROBLEM, OH KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!! If I am targeted today, then who knows who it will B anytime in the future that this disease wishes 2 attack 4 whatever their sicko reasons, ICPE-APE-TECH or 'WHATEVER'?



MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC


Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this 26th day of JULY, 2023, with off the scale computer hacking starting just shy of 8 this morning, along with major air persecution, major property damage from breaking my toilet, harassing me beginning around dusk last evening with an off the scale death assault on me, and 4 the past three days or so now placing me under another major death siege with the applying of tactics such as using noise, major air harassment, major health attacks and death beam strikes, major sonic Spaceforce depression attacks, and also attacked me at just shy of 9 o'clock tonight, on this 25th night in July of 2023, as well as yesterday's beyond SUPER BOTBAR DEATH STRIKE ON ME; causing me just about the WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE BOTBAR DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON THIS 24th OF JULY, IN THE YEAR OF 2023; AND WHOEVER HAS DONE THESE FOLLOWING THINGS 2 ME TODAY, SINCE THIS AFTERNOON. BEGINNING OUT OF NOWHERE, A MAJOR HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE, BLOWING OUT MY BOWELS, AND CAUSING ME 2 SHIT MYSELF IN MY NAP-SLEEP, AND AWAKENING ME SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH A MAJOR CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT OVER MY RESIDENCE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACK JACK LATTISAW BLACK HAT ATTACKS, WORSE THAN IN AGES NOW, BROKE MY RAZOR THAT I HAD FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, CAUSED A VERY BAD ROAD INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT 2 TRY AND STOP ME FROM BUYING ANOTHER RAZOR, HARASSING ME WITH CREDITOR JUNK FROM NEARLY 20 YEAR OLD DEBTS ON THE PHONE, AND BY MAIL; AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENT'S AS WELL, LARGE AND SMALL, ALL DAY LONG AND NON-STOP; and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.




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



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




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





EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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





Yes, these sicko MOTHER FLUCKING WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES have struck my toilet, struck my computer with a hack worse than ever this entire year, and this recent assault started around dusk last night while I was out on me' frucking porch trying 2 enjoy a nice view of me' lovely half waxing moon AKA Goddess Diana, check any encyclopedia and don't take my word 4 slit, YO! WOW-THAT. 4 any decent person reading this nightmare blog, my words 2-U-R quite simple, and it comes straight from the STAR TREK original 1960's television show, the episode with the little dwarf Alexander and his putrid rotten society that he was being major mistreated by. It was something spoken 2 Captain Kirk from the leader of the planet, Parmon was his name; and I'll quote the snit. “How can U let this go on”?????????????? I honestly ask any authority out here, that 64 trillion dollar inflation question, 'right here and right now', oh lovely Lieutenant Anita VanBuren of “L&O”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps, tell them 2 do their worst, as I WILL B LEAVING 4 FAR AWAY POINTS WITHIN A FEW WEEKS, AS I CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCKING ABUSE ANY LONGER, IT IS JUST THAT RED HENNINGSEN SEMPLE-SIMPLE YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Major crap will happen 2 somebody 4 this HELLISHNESS!!!


I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 9


AND NO WORLD, NAUGHT HIS 'HELL-BIX', TYPO, AKA A 'PBHE' (PRIOR BLOG HACK or ERROR)


9:03 Post Meridian, 25 July, 2023

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All of this blog will B in the black font and the only 2 things done on it will B the MAGNESONIC Capping 4 DOCUMENT UPDATE-RE-POPULATION, and the coloring of the blog pages into a light blue shade, and with all pages the same exact color. Nothing will B underlined or slanted either, so as 2C what happens if I just CAP in the MAGGIE-DOCK, and use the light blue colored pages.




I just was struck after going out onto me' mucking front porch 2 gaze at DIANA's lovely half moon waxing at HER first lunar quarter phasing position; dead zenith right over me' pre-fab residence, and pow, a crash level plane about 80 feet up or so, and very large and unusually stealth-quiet; came right over me as I flipped the dirt ball slit heads the mid-bird, at C-SQ!!!!!!! The time of the persecution, FAA, FPIA, and ACLU & World Court at the Hague; was 8:57 Post Meridian Eastern Daylight Savings time, here in Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG.



I got up around 2, and was awakened by 2 very loud pest control trucks parked outside me' window, making strange reverberating sounds in me residence almost eerily similar 2 that sound of Mister Carey non-Mickey-D, in that wild “Outer Limits” television show with the exceptionally bright son being tutored by the space invader named Mister Zeno. Also I find equally surreal and strangely bizarre here, as soon as I said my photos were coming out in black and white, instead of color or actually, CAPPING that into recent blogs from earlier ones done, back from the prior middle decade time circa; and pow; my establishing shot of the road near the bay some place, also is now doing this again, in 'B&W'. Only the MILLIONTH COUNCIL's evil one third chapter, the LAMBRIGG CULT of the evil sicko BRIGGBASE, operates like this; and would indeed B considered 2B here on Earth, the KINGS and ORIGINATORS of all bullying and taunts and teases done by small iritating annoying ignorant children, in need of major discipline with old style hickory sticks; back in those good old (Pre-Freudian days) that I totally frucking cherish!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can go on and on, but will save it 4 later on in the week, when my techy peeps finish their re-wiping-cleaning, and installing some powerful protection systems, 2 help alleviate me' black hat hacker problems; and also backing up all of me' files. I got a really good price, as they R working with me, knowing that I will B getting a new and updated computer around the holidays, and they will transfer all of me' discs into that later on, and will again B given another charge, so they R still making a good deal 4 the both of us. I always say, keeping good customers always beats ripping off everybody, and ending up with a bad name, and no more customers. Still many peeps all over the country and world 2 I'm sure, R total crooks; and operate in what Morianity labels as, the 'Dario Security way'. This will B me' final blog until later on in the week, and with the computer repaired, as well as FULLY HACK-PROTECTED; AND GUARANTEED 2B. They know that at least 100 hacks R on it, and there is even a chance some can B traced and REPORTED 2 THE COMPUTER CRIMES DEPARTMENT OF THE TRUCKING F.B.I., YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND U BETTER BET MISTER WARD CLEAVER SIR, THAT THIS WILL B REPORTED 2 THEM; as I have every right as a LEEEEEEEEEEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, 2 do just THAT, ME' GREAT BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!






Like I said, and will go on saying until someone someday gets this slit stopped.




WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:




DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE



WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:


DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN





MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC


Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me, using noise, major air harassment, major health attacks and death beam strikes, major sonic Spaceforce depression attacks, and also attacked me at just shy of 9 o'clock tonight, on this 25th night in July of 2023, as well as yesterday's beyond SUPER BOTBAR DEATH STRIKE ON ME; causing me just about the WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE BOTBAR DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON THIS 24th OF JULY, IN THE YEAR OF 2023; AND WHOEVER HAS DONE THESE FOLLOWING THINGS 2 ME TODAY, SINCE THIS AFTERNOON. BEGINNING OUT OF NOWHERE, A MAJOR HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE, BLOWING OUT MY BOWELS, AND CAUSING ME 2 SHIT MYSELF IN MY NAP-SLEEP, AND AWAKENING ME SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH A MAJOR CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT OVER MY RESIDENCE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACK JACK LATTISAW BLACK HAT ATTACKS, WORSE THAN IN AGES NOW, BROKE MY RAZOR THAT I HAD FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, CAUSED A VERY BAD ROAD INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT 2 TRY AND STOP ME FROM BUYING ANOTHER RAZOR, HARASSING ME WITH CREDITOR JUNK FROM NEARLY 20 YEAR OLD DEBTS ON THE PHONE, AND BY MAIL; AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENT'S AS WELL, LARGE AND SMALL, ALL DAY LONG AND NON-STOP; and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.




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



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




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







EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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






My wild nightmares that the pest control trucks woke me out of, did me a real favor however. I was in Philly some place with a gun, and was some type of a hit man 4 the city mob families; only I was being set up 2B hit myself, and once realizing this was happening, I was doing all sorts of clever maneuvering in order 2 try and get out of my woes, but could naught seem 2 do it; and then nightmarish stuff just kept getting worse and worse, and in dreams, the emotions R always heightened, since we experience them in our glorified or dream bodies, and the great ECKISTS all know about those wild truths very damn well!!!!!! Shortly B4 this went down, I was in a court room and a judge was asking a panel of voirdire potential jurists various questions, and suddenly a lot of blood was all over the jury seats, and then the judge excused everyone not already selected and was not objected 2 by either side, the defense or the prosecution. Maybe in this wild hyperspace locale, the Philly-M thought that I'd turned states-E or something, since Y else would I-B there at Jury Duty; as all peeps like this R normally never even selected 2 do JD as they all have felony records for doing something or other. Still, just as I was about 2 get bumped and iced, boom; I awoke 2 that Mister-Carey sound from the TOL-TV-show. I know what peeps in the © Office may B thinking here, but NO; I absolutely promise U that my machines were not intentionally set up back in 2012 and 2013 even 2 slightly resemble that sound on the show, or in my residence this goddessdog afternoon. Even I know that coincidences R possible, well, somewhat. Obviously my systems made those sounds 4 some reasons, and maybe in the higher truths of everything, a connection is indeed there. I merely am stating that I didn't make those sounds on those 2013 tapes on me' musical project, intentionally, and had no thought of that TV-show in my conscious mind any place, and had not seen it 4 many many decades, totally forgetting it; at least on a conscious mental level!!!!!!!!!!!!













GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.

1:39 AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013


I managed to get through another fucking weekend, hip hip hurray for freaking me.



I have a lot of things to tell and say. Naturally; I will pick and choose the few that time permits all of us to share in some really mind blowing stuff, even in you may not be consciously aware of this truth, Russ and Count Shaves.


Back on Wednesday, Mikey called me out of the blue and we are speaking again, and I learned a lot of shit from him on many subjects. In a nutshell, his sales job sucks and as most all of them do, promised him truckloads of money if he would put in the time, and he did, and the effort I might add; and only got a pittance out of it, and is why he for a while was behaving kind of fucked up, I cannot say I blame him. I learned that the mighty Harvest and many of the self righteous arrogant pigs from there, all as the mighty normally do eventually, FELL. I really hope the NSA and the FBI and all of the so-called caring authorities of this nation, are aware just how powerful this fucking drug culture is. You won't stop it, that I'll promise. On top of that, people are hooked on all kinds of dope and booze that you never in a million years would suspect they are. Not everyone shows their physical symptoms as prominently as a majority of users and drunks do. All I can say is a lot of git bags got what they deserved and I am incredibly fucking disappointed in all of them, as human beings first, and secondly, as peeps I had been somewhat close to in my daily associations a few years ago.




Yes fucking sir, people, I learned a lot of powerful shit back on Sunday afternoon, up at Mikey's place. Also, I visited with the wonderful Atlantic Ocean, and I told her just how much I love her; and she told me she loves me too, and to quit being such a pathetic wimpy non-believer; and that she has my back, if I just stop causing trouble, and keep my fucking mouth shut a little bit more. She's right. I hear her inside what you might call, ''my soul''. It is not an audible sound, nor is it just my own thoughts, as your own thoughts come to you in the same sound as your own speaking voice, am I right people, or am I wrong? Think about it 4 a second.



Now the main problem I am having in this building is totally supernatural. This is no different in its base point, as is my PPC or persecution-pussy-command when I am under days and days of very heavy aerial siege from planes and chemtrails, etcetera. Today by the way was small for going to visit with anyone, as normally, I get bombarded whenever I do the least little thing 'socially'. There was one plane that was loud and low but it only was around for a short burst and was gone, no circling, no buzzing, not an unrelenting action of normal air persecution. But the one chemtrail was one of those 'thumb-in-the-ass' jobs, and 30 seconds after it was there; the tape in my car stereo system completely stopped working correctly. On the tape I was playing, it refused to play the side that I had recorded something on, and it was a brand new very recently purchased cassette tape. Three guesses what it was folks. I have recently added some 'talent' into the machine-voice-mix on my song, ''You'll Be Crossing Over''. What it is about this and all of music in general, and me, I'll never be allowed to understand, that is one thing I AM sure of, but that's just the fucking point, JUST WHAT IS SOMEBODY'S MOTHER FUCKING PROBLEM? Go fucking figure, my peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I have both a track with just these harmony vocals generated from my great Lab-Technician of 1984, and then I have a track of the completed final mix-down music, from the now defucked/defunct Avalon Recording Studio, now Bonjovi Entertainment Corporation, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida. Some of you may just remember the start of this year as well as before the Christmas fucking helliday-holiday season of twenty-twelve, and the incident with the powerful dreams of my engineer Ryan while he was with his 'family' supposedly in New Jersey, where both he and the big boss hail from just as I do; and the cigarette thing, and the rotten job and eventual close down of the place, or said a lot better, and definitely a lot fucking quicker; another 'Mark Wayne Mohr SOSO-WEIN', (Same Old Same Old-What Else Is New)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He had enough garbage in that studio to put a lot more talent into the vocals, and was planning to do this after returning first from New York City and then a visit with his family for the holiday season, only it never happened. It would have taken a couple of hours to do one of the four bars a hell of a lot better, and then this would be used all four times in the fucking song, we all know what's being said without saying it, a completed KFP system that is still in the construction process would sample numerous bytes from other songs, and artificially learn the way the words an d notes need to phrase out musically, this is called, techno-pop talent reproduction, and no one has a program as good as what I used back in the days when things were all done by wild plug and cord connections and various effect machines in-between the recorder and the amps. It would have taken some time to make the final fourth word to move all around in harmonious blends, and then make four more tracks and put them both a barely noticeable amount of microseconds ahead as well as behind the main track, at equal volumes most of the time, occasionally riding the gain manually here an there, and there are a million ways to do all this longhand, but it is time consuming, so he gave me a rotten job, after telling me he was going to really work this thing for me. But this was NOT the same Ryan that had promised to do this for me before leaving in the autumn about thirteen months ago, for the north. That Ryan was very proud of himself for quitting his smoking and told me he was finished forever with it, and was now using the electronic blue cigarette system. That was the Ryan that would have come back and done a super job for me instead of piece of garbage. Engineering is everything, and especially in a techno-pop creation. I know I expect a lot, but that is because I know what can be done when you ride all the effects and all the levels and do a totally perfect job. Otherwise, when working with a speaking voice, all you are doing is pitching it musically, and only three notes of music range or so, will come close to sounding similar to the true singing voice from the sampled source, in the case of my project, the introduction part. I will complete a tremendous machine, and I will complete 'KFP', the ultimate music computer keyboard system, but as of now, what works once, does not work the next day, it is sensitive and has a mind of its own, and was originally meant to operate totally and only, with analogue audio equipment. Why the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is so hell bent on my not ever doing anything at all in the field of music, must have something deeply rooted in both unnatural and yet unknown realities, or they would not make it their life fucking mission to stop every single mother fucking thing I ever try to do, WITH MUSIC. Now with my lab-tech, this is fair game. This was a conversation between US in 1984, and although recording on the telephone is illegal, I'll admit, fine YO, then how about if everybody comes clean about everything? When it all is balanced out and said and done, I might do a couple years in a federal fucking pen, but when I get out, the owners of this world will be legally liable to cut me a fucking check for about eighty billion US dollars, for all the shit that's been stolen from me, and illegally used without my permission, and on and on an don I could go for a week of typing without stopping for a glass of piss juice!!!!!!!!!!!!! also, because the voice was when she was only 14 and not 20, it is not under contract by anyone, or even legally owned, not even by wonderful her. Still, I see this nasty ass little butt wipe three inch jet and chemtrail off to the south while driving out of Mikey's driveway to head home, and get down the road and play the tape of a more improved mix-down, just a fraction of what I can eventually do, but is a real head turner, not like the garbage I sent to the Copyright Office back on the fucking third day of July; and kapow, the tape just garbled and would not play. I parked someplace after crossing over the Hutchinson Island south Fort Pierce Bridge, no pun intended, honestly, well maybe a little one; and the only way this will play is to play it in auto reverse mode, and I have to get used to pushing opposite settings for working it and reversing it after a play, etcetera, a real pain in the ass. But I had with me two other tapes, and no problems at all were presenting themselves with them, not in forward mode, not in auto reverse taping mode, they both operated with Swis perfection. So when I got inside my apartment, I played the tape on my system here, again, no problem, it just refuses to play in the car system, and this is totally SUPERNATURAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amittyville, New York, and the haunted house, is a total hoax. My shit is totally real. None of you seem to remember when it was admitted to, but I do. Quite a while back, it all came out that Ammityville was just another big UFO big ass balloon hoax, without any innocent little child along for the ride, scaring the nation half to death so some fucking arrogant slob could get their 15 minutes, whatever the hell that shit really means to any of these losers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Now for the problem that is also SUPERNATURAL HERE IN THIS BUILDING. This was all happening to me when I used to live by myself while my mom was going with that Chicagoan dude, Edwin R. Potter back late in 1975 and 1976. Neighbors for no reason would fuck with me and attack me, and I had fucking pastors and preachers tell me that SATAN was personally assaulting me for unknown reasons. Shit was going down around me that had no Earthly rational mother fucking explanation whatsoever. Then Jim Genius Burr told me that it all has something to do with my family. I thought that he was a total fucking fruitcake looney bird, BUT GUESS WHAT FOLKS, HE HAPPENED TO BE FUCKING 100% CORERECT, ALL ALONG, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


























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*******SUICIDEOR WAS IT?*******


BY Grace Mason, in her original words, in the year of our Lord, AD 1977.


Upon recovering from what appeared to be a suicide attempt, my thoughts centered around others who did not survive ''apparent suicide''. There must be numerous cases where the person did not intentionally plan to take his or her life but never lived to affirm it.


The furtherest thing from my mind that night was suicide. Yet I had taken sixty tranquilizer pills, which would certainly indicate I had tried to commit suicide. Other circumstantial evidence would further convince anyone as I had hidden the prescription bottle in a boot in my closet before passing out. There also would appear to be logical reasons for the overdose I'd taken. But, I had no idea of suicide when I downed those tranquilizers. I merely wanted to forget what had just happened.


I am convinced now that some of us can reach the limit of what we can take and then all that is necessary is an additional sudden shock to catch us off guard and set off the alarm – an alarm that causes one to react irrationally momentarily. If alone, it certainly can cause disastrous effects....And that is just what happened to me.


I believe my happy well-balanced childhood prepared and sustained me in the difficult years that were to lie ahead.


I was twenty-six years old when I fell in love and married, fully ready not only to accept the joys but also the trials, tribulations and sorrows through the years.


For the first ten years of married life there were just two of us. People often remarked that we must be the happiest couple living – and we were. We were very much in love....But there was one serious problem. My husband throughout our eighteen years of married life had difficulty in maintaining employment and the problem was made manifold in the last eight years of our marriage because of the additional responsibility of raising our son. Unable to support us at the end, and finally, after everything we owned had to be sold at auction no house to live in, or car to drive, food and clothes at a real premium ….he walked out and we separated. I am happy that my son, who was eight years old at the time, has grown into a fine young man, has an excellent job and lives in his own apartment.


I worked throughout most of my married life in various businesses and during the past fourteen years have continuously worked as a secretary. It wasn't easy going backward to live in a one-room furnished apartment, but I managed to make a comeback for my son and me after the breakup of my marriage. After a few years of being on my own I procured a divorce so that I could forget the past and make a fresh start.


A year ago a man in the company where I worked asked me to go out to dinner with him. It wasn't long before we knew we were in love. He asked me to marry him but there were complications. Before ever going out with him he had expressed to me his intention of divorcing his wife. I had every good reason to believe him. I was aware that he had many unsolvable problems with his wife and there seemed to be no hope for their reconciliation. They lived apart in different cities and rarely saw each other. (I have a very strong contention that people should remain married if at all possible and I could not bear to be responsible for a divorce.) 'Her afterthought'


We had a year of beautiful times together, awaiting his final decree so we could be married. We talked and planned our future together. The door was opened for a lovely new way of life.


None of this was a simple matter. Along with the trauma of his getting a divorce, it was further complicated by the fact that this man happened to be ''my boss''. We both had to be very discreet. Neither of us was going into this foolheartedly and neither of us could afford to jeopardize our job. Still another complication arose when he was asked to work in a new office location – which was not accessible without a car. I had never had the means to buy a car, but, nonetheless, he asked me to work for him and said he would make sure transportation would be provided each day....It was – and he was the one who constantly provided it. We shared many happy hours both during and after business. Our future together was becoming more of a reality every day.


Later we were to have a number of misunderstandings and there was an instance where he told me he was going back to his wife. I was shocked. His divorce was already in process. I decided to go off somewhere for a week to collect myself and once again reshape my life. After five days I received a phone call from him asking me to please give him another chance, that he loved me, and would make it up to me. I gave him that chance. The divorce was pushed once again. He began to tell his close friends in business that we were going to be married. We not only picked up where we left off, we shared a closer than ever relationship. The bond between us seemed unbreakable. But it wasn't to be...His wife came on to see him – and again he told me he decided to ''try to make a go of it''. Upset as I was, I steeled myself to go to work with him the next few days. He appeared completely miserable and said he just couldn't go back to her after all. He told her they must complete the divorce. He said he could not wait for me to meet his daughters now. Foolishly, I picked up where we left off and my love still was undying for him. After many months, we had received word from both his and her attorneys that they were ready to take action for finalizing the divorce. That weekend we were especially happy and we had a delightful lunch at a charming spot in the country.


The night before I had prepared a home-cooked dinner for him. He smilingly remarked what a happy life we would have together if I just continued cooking like that.


To this day I shall never know what happened. Suddenly his wife appeared again the early part of the following week. He told me he was going to attempt reconciliation after all and that it was over for us. This was not the final or second real shock yet. I had survived the breakup the first two times and now I must overcome it again. Once more, overwhelmed with chagrin, I visited my cousin for just the weekend this time. It was such a lovely home, sprawling by the beach overlooking a bay. Again I collected myself to face the future. My only request of him was that somehow he continue to provide transportation to work. I realize now that what I should have said was – ''please give me a little time to find another means to commute even if I have to move''. But, at times like this, he was very uncommunicative. He had not even given a reason, nor would he, for this very sudden and shocking change. Upon returning from my trip, I asked my doctor for a prescription for my nerves, and told him why. On the way home from work I picked up the pills at the store.


Next morning I met him outside my apartment building ready for work as usual. I managed to get through the day. But, that night there were many buzzes and knocks on my door. I did not respond as I had gone to bed early. When the knocks and buzzes pounded in my ears, I could not go to sleep. It left me little alternative but to answer the door. I did. There stood both man and wife staring at me. The rest is somewhat vague, but they did come in. I do not recall whether or not I invited them.


Not one word did he utter during their brief visit, but his wife talked continuously. She reprimanded me for having gone out with him, even though he had not been home more than three times in the past two years and during which time their divorce was in process. I was at a loss for words. It was too much to bear.


Then came the full impact – the second blow which I was not yet prepared to handle. As he sat there with nothing at all to say, she pointed her finger at me and said harshly – ''My husband is never to take you to work again''.


Sometime during all this, he had quickly walked out of my apartment. I do not recall at just what point, or why. Everything became hazy.


I do not remember her walking out after that last remark or if anything further was said. I barely recall anything clearly from then on. Before they had arrived, I had set the alarm clock for morning, was ready to sip a cup of decaf coffee along with two tranquilizers to help me fall asleep.


The moment she left I remember a sudden feeling of helplessness overcoming me and an intense fear of losing my job. I am 57 years old. I had always tried to be logical and practical but this time for the first time I had no control over the situation....The decisions were being made for me. I went to the sink, took the bottle of pills up to my mouth, threw back my head until my mouth was full, and with a glass of water swallowed the pills. Being a very thin little pill it was easy to do.


Never before had I done anything impulsively, and to this day it is hard to believe. I was unaware how many I was taking at that time. In fact, not one thought was in my head except I just knew I wanted to forget for a while. Certainly I was not thinking of taking my life ; that I DO KNOW.


My mind seemed to be working rapidly. After taking the pills, my thought was – I must let someone at work know I will not be in the office the next day. I would have to ask someone to call first thing in the morning. I didn't want to do the calling myself until I could think things through, but I was obligated to let my company know. You see, I was not secretary solely for him but for another executive as well. But, before going out my door my head already in a whirl, in a flash I thought I'd better hide the pill bottle just in case something should really happen to me and that might mean my son would lose my insurance. Now, had I been rational, I would have realized any such condition could be diagnosed with or without the pill bottle, especially if an autopsy were made. But I didn't give the matter much thought….I certainly didn't think anything would really happen to me, AND by this time I probably wasn't too coherent.


I threw the bottle in a boot in the back of a closet. Then, using the fire exit, went up the back stairs to the apartment manager's wife on the floor above me.


I know she would be glad to phone my other boss to let him know I would not be at work that day. I wasn't sure what the man I'd been going to marry might now say to those at the office so I prepared to give my own reasons. But I wasn't ready to handle or discuss it if it became necessary...SO having someone also call (just to let them know I was trying to work out a solution to my transportation problem) seemed sufficient to me.


I was unaware that the pills were taking effect. I reached the apartment manager's door and knocked. When his wife came to the door, I gave her instructions for calling the Office. She later told me I was uncoordinated at the time. I hadn't mentioned to her that I'd taken any pills. It didn't even enter my head; it seemed so unnecessary and unimportant. We had become friends in the last few months and I had told her earlier about my previous break ups with him.


After giving her my Company phone number, I turned, started down the fire escape steps and completely blanked out. Miraculously, I did not even hurt myself when I fell. I later found out that I was picked up by a tenant who called for help. I understand I talked a little before arriving by ambulance at the local hospital, but I have no recollection of anything until a few days later. I was unconscious during that period.


So, you see, the second real shock, the shock of my job being in jeopardy after so many years of desperately trying to succeed in making a comeback from a broken marriage , had triggered the pill incident . The Company had been a major part of my life off and on for over twenty years. It was a frightening experience to have it suddenly taken away from me through no fault of my own, and the other blow still too fresh in my mind. I was just not prepared to meet it.


Years ago I had known a man personally who had been through a similar situation, and, after my experience, it brought the thought to me…. TWO BIG SHOCKS, ONE AFTER THE OTHER, can set off a quick and hasty reaction.


This man had just lost his young wife to a terminal disease after a few years of fighting a losing battle. (Leukemia-Hodgkin) Then, less than six months later, his little son died after two operations to try to save him. Shortly after that he took an overdose of tranquilizers. He was with a company that manufactured and distributed these pills to hospitals and drugstores at the time it happened to him, so they were very handy. Before he passed out he had called a friend , who immediately took him to a hospital to have his stomach pumped. Now, that was years ago but I remember him telling me that he had no intention of suicide. It was only after he took them that he realized the seriousness of what he had done.


Believe me, for those of us who survive, I do not believe it could ever occur again. You now know positively what can happen – and you know you could not repeat it.


I am convinced that there are many other people, like myself, who have taken an overdose of pills without realizing the consequences and with no idea of taking their lives.


Unlike people who plan their suicide, fully intending to end their lives, the people like myself are are hit TOO FAST, TOO HARD, and TOO SOON with TOO MANY SHOCKS, and momentarily at least, are completely unaware they are taking a lethal dose of pills. There are many cases, of course, where a person is prone to attempt suicide and may have a history of psychological problems. There are others, who analytically plan and succeed in suicide, leaving a note or papers indicating life has become too burdensome for one reason or another.


Easy access to tranquilizers or sleeping pills can be dangerous. Yet, for me, I know that under no circumstances could it ever happen again. It shocks you into cold reality. Life for me may not be very important but my religion is..and it forbids any such finality. We are all educated enough to know an overdose can KILL, but at a time of shock your mind can become blurred. Knowing the consequences and being sharply aware that if you lose your head you actually can lose your life, no doubt will keep those who have tried it from ever repeating it.


I am now back working with the same Company but at a more convenient location, and the Company has been very good to me. I understand since my return that he became terminally ill shortly after our separation, left the Company to recuperate, but did pass on a few months later. As for me I have no intention of ever dating again, and will try to do my best to live a more spiritual life.


I have written this article hoping my experience may save others who at a time of overwhelming but temporary desperation, might otherwise risk their lives.


...........

(The one happy note to the above is – he told his Pastor that I had made him see the Light and the Pastor told me he died a Christian).



THE 'HE' IS NONE OTHER THAN former boss of my mother at the then Lavino Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Shipping Services, in Philadelphia Pennsylvania, with offices all over the world, from Mobile, Alabama, to jolly old England. His name was Edwin R. Potter, and he was from Chicago, Illinois. I am not as forgiving as my wonderful 'Christian' mother. Some might argue he converted so he could avoid me kicking the crap out of him in eternity, as I am heading straight for mother fucking HELL. Not a bad argument, even for morons, Chicagoan's, or Dogtownites of any and all breeds and minnina-kalpa sentences. But so much more exists in my mom's tale of tears and pathetic woes, from 1976. Oh lord fucking christ almighty, if anyone had eyes to see and ears to hear. If my mom's fucking relationship had been Gozzwald cosmically permitted to work out, by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; can you even start to fathom the fun and cool games LOST TO THE GODS FOREVER? Jesus-God Terry Pennock; No Robin Hill, no ever finding out about lost loves or daughters, no Atco chocking, no lightning and me meeting up in a human lifetime, no lab technicians of power and mystery, and I could literally type on for a fucking ass century and not scratch the surface of it all. ''THEY HAD NO CHOICE'', biting neck-shave Count Marcucci Barnabas Lambrigger Levy Athan, take away my mom being by herself and us deciding to team up since neither of us ever had life skills to make much money individually, so by joining forces, we could live in some really nice places, and I was destined to have the wildest mother fucking ride in hyperspace imaginable, at least in my humble opinion. Talk about the fucking quintessential HYPER SPACE EQUATION, or effects in transdimensional space interactions, hay Margie Leo from 1985, CUT ME A FUCKING BREAK, SWEETIE, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Folks, it is the Mountainpen, AKA not my pal the Prince from the 1980-1999 bomber Squad, but MARK WAYNE MOHR.








In any event, I have been given a message, to stop spreading certain messages; the great highway to hood deal, the truth about any summers of love from the first weekend in July of 1969, and why I was so glad, Brad Messenger, back then; as well as going into my first of two major unheeded warnings, you know, stay away from the shore son, or the beach or the book or the chain or the midnight action reaction, or up closer to present times; the great advice from Barber Billy, on staying by myself, in living situations. I really must learn to listen, as well as obey, the forces that are so much stronger and huger than I can ever possibly be in a million years. Maybe the biggest part of the message is somehow all buried inside of this wild fucking MUSIC CURSE, huh David Zatsman Drums Roth of 1987?????????????




Laugh-Clowns. I could say more. What I will say is that right before the great stock market shot back up again, when it seemed to be comfortably back under the fifteen thousand basis points level and not shooting back up; this is when this newest assault against me was launched, and quite naturally, this was nothing more than the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE using their nearly 28 year weaponry on me, the ICPE-APE, and look at just how the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES shot right back up ultra huge super time, at C-SQ, without daughter websites, trackback-34-cookies, hacking from queens, or Atlantic City-Cifaloglio marriages. Well, that last one belongs together as many marrieds do, you know, Hampton Mrs. Cifaloglio and Atlantic City Political hack rooms at City Hall, and the great RESOURCEFUL Levy family, that the general unbroken down public, is not at all aware of. Another family branch of the almighty TAWF PEEPS, who keep enough secrets from the rest of us, to make ten closet making corporations, endless multi-millionaires. That day in the early autumn of oh-Marola-8, where the Mayor's kid said to me out in the surf on that early morning, while Dawn was at her coo-coo-bird meeting, at the smaller transdimensional Trinidad Nuthouse, up at Pacific and Tennessee Avenues, there in town; he had a few things to tell me. It was like it was all pre-matrix-programmed, AND RELOADED, just waiting and already knowing, that I would be coming down to swim there at that exact time; so he could say what he said and then poof; he catches the next big wave into the shore, a truck is already there waiting with friends; and in a flashy shot, they all drive away, and are gone; vanished like a lovely sunset turning rapidly into darkness.




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For the life of me folks, I cannot figure out the way for those super sleuths to receive a grade of A+, at that movie my family all went out to see back in 1972, up in New York, Woody, but yes, WASH YOUR HANDS! Somewhere in here perhaps lies the secrets of one AM door bells ringing, and night forests, all existing somewhere in a magical zone between South Jersey, and the non Egyptian Babylon; right Pharaoh Ramases? Give gorgeous Queen Nefertiti a big ass kiss for me, YO!





Take away the family curse, and what is left to ponder about this thirty-first day of Bostonian weird sports motels, in either September or October? Oh that's right, only thirty days are in September, so tell the Chief, Maxwell Smart, for me; ''Sorry about that''! Still, a lot of powerful shit is in the reality of upline and downline, and you need not be a Tupperware or an Amway distributor, or a future software computer geek and friend of the Roth's; huh Style Court Judge? I really thought you would care that your cousin and his mom were brutally fucking murdered by Mister Jonathan Schau, of Rising Sun Avenue, in Philly; and go over to Drake Towers one night, and kick his old fat ugly ass, from one end of the building, to the other. When I say crap like in the upline world, all of this downline here and anything further downline all together endlessly, must always remain a sum total that is lesser than the smallest possible thing upline and above here; many really are not getting the experience. It's like talking about a super sound system verses hearing one, or watching the famous Vomit Comet on television and really riding and experiencing the thing. Take the numbers of 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 512, and 1024; for a quick example. Pick an area somewhere in the middle of this number group that endlessly doubles from the lowest possible mathematical integer of one. Let us randomly choose 16, 32, 64. If you go back down lower than the sixteen or the first number in this chosen group, you can go all the way to one, and add up all the numbers, and yet never will it equal or exceed the next doubling upline integer or the number 128. You can go down throughout infinity peeps, you know, after you get to one and it totals up to 127, you can keep adding, one half, one quarter, one eighth, endlessly adding half of the last number, and it NEVER EVER will equal that upline number of 128. You can take an 80 inch super seven grand top end high-def television set, and place a DVD or DVR picture onto it in full reality and splendid vividness and dazzling color, and there it is right before your eyes; a great mountain like the Himalayan Chain, or our own American Rocky Mountains, or Congressman 'Whatever Andrews'-teen; but it is still in all its beauty and splendor; smaller than your 80 inch television. There may be a video shot of the entire galaxy we live in, yet it exists inside of this fixed endless 80 inch diagonal screen. How about if we have a video similar to those horrible audio feedback loops we all have heard once or twice; only instead of the squealing loud high pitched sound from hell; we just see ourselves in our room, watching our wonderful 80 inch screen; and then inside of that, is another and another and another, endlessly? Did you know that I can prove to you in mathematics, that if you in fact make such a loop, the math insists that you are always at a center-line, and all the downlining videos that get endlessly smaller, are balanced by out beyond you, where a you from another upline, in which an entire universe, where our entire universe is smaller than the smallest possible item in theirs; is a you with their 80 inch screen that is just displaying you and all the you's downline below that, and that above this upline you is an infinite amount of higher uplines as well, all displaying their next downlines? Continuing the topic of upline-downline reality, and mathematical equations, that support this wild shit; YO. Start with one or any fraction of one, and double it until you are in the trillions; and add up each of the units, and you will never be able to quite reach the next doubled number above the one that lays directly below the one that you stopped on. The real 'brain breaker', Roger Whatshappening, is this: All the way at infinity, the two numbers going lower as well as higher, actually connect up together, and this point of unimaginable connection, becomes something even more unbelievable. It becomes one dimension spatially higher, than the one that all the numbers below it, all existed on. Shit like this does not get taught in most math classes in Ivy League Universities. This is why folks do not know about or understand the mind realm of the sixth dimension, and how it literally holds itself out beyond its lower dimension; the hyperspace or the fifth dimension of virtually limitless four dimensional space-time universes. This is how on the sixth dimension, we get the equation known as STM or Space-Time-Mind, as below this point, and just as the mighty Einstein said, it is all just Space-Time, but when we raise the Lawtronic reality to its ultimate point, and begin to see how all things are an endless line until they eventually at infinity, carry too much weight, to remain straight; and they bend down, and loop around; and close up into circles, that this is why all things are in circles, orbits, spheres, and so forth; even in our little world of the here and now. But does somebody actually need to go out into the expansion around the Earth, or outer space; in order to cause STME (SPACE-TIME-MIND-EFFECT), ONE MIGHT EVENTUALLY COME TO SERIOUSLY WONDER? The answer, I promise you from personal experience, is an unequivocal NO! Most of the time, you hear me discuss things when one becomes aware of what DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, and EXPLORATRONS, are really all about; and how this can cause H-S-E or HYPER-SPACE-EFFECT. But any disruption from normally running time, causes this. When you drive 50 miles per hour, or just run 15 miles per hour, or just walk 2 miles per hour; you are not at 0. Only 0 is still, where then, you are at an atomicly precise accurate measurement, inside of 'regular time'; and any movement at all; will then place you into movement-effected or non-regular-time. It may be so miniscule that no human in a trillion years could ever begin to measure or witness the effect; but it is there, none the less. If your consciously aware mind, was somehow accelerated one billion times, from where it should be; living here on a world where it takes light or time's reflection, one seventh of one second, to go around this world; you would not be able to physically move. It would take way more than your strength level could ever be; just to move in the tiniest imaginable increments. If you were to suddenly move eleven point eight inches in one second's time; your mass would equal infinity. If you could speed up your conscious mind another thousand times or so; it would begin to merge with infinity itself; and you would be on the sixth dimension, which is why the speed of light, ''is what it is'', god help me; but I truly must quote the great Dawn King here, on that. Seeing this, if you ever could; would permit you to then reverse-think, and see how all orbits everywhere, and all parts of you; are one and the same truth; and that you and gravity itself are really the very same thing, but in a dream state; you can individualize in an illusion, called material physical life; here in the hyperspace of five dimensions. I know this is all Greek to my readers, in their conscious waking mind, but as you read this; you will come closer, in your deeper realer and truer, YOU, to understanding the truths about me, and MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and all the hell I suffer through at the hands of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and the one third, evil dark part of it, known Astrally; as the Lambriggers.






A MAJOR FUCKING COMPUTER HACK JUST STRUCK ME FBI, FCC, OLD PAL MCDOWELL, SO IF THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH OR TWO DO NOT COME OUT NORMALLY, I DID NOT FUCKING DO THIS, ILLEGAL FUCKING HACKERS DID IT, FEDS!!!

SEE YOU LATER ON THIS AFTERNOON, SHERIFF MASCARA, MY FRIEND.



Between fucking up my improved YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, not the tape but my ability to listen to it in my vehicle on the normal non-auto-reverse side, if this brings any real good memories back of early 2009 at fucking ass Cifaloglio, where I worked, and during my hellish Stockholm Kidnapping syndrome experience!!!!!!!!!









SEE YOU IN YOUR OFFICE SOON, SHERIFF MASCARA!!!






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About me:





Gender

Male

Industry

Non-Profit

Occupation

paranormal researcher

Location

Hammonton, New Jersey, United States

Introduction

Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.

Interests

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So do I plan to tell you all some more about the great coworkers of my mother and her office days at Lavino, Shirley Levinson, and Patricia Hollister, and just how my mother and I decided it might be a good idea for me to go to the office of a certain throat specialist in Northeast Philadelphia, roughly a decade or a tad little more, and in the very same neighborhood practically, as when my Saturn car was completely brutally ripped apart and all my items in it and in the trunk were boosted by hip-hop thugs and total miserable lowlife trash, right my buddy, Sheriff Kenny Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida????????????


Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????


This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!


Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never fucking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic city knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!!














MARK WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3:





Now let me tell you some powerful shit based on powerful yet unknown math, shit that only could come from another world and by what you all call powerful vivid dreaming, as there is no other way of explaining the great fucking 1980 LOTTERY CAT, AKA GAGA for short, or Gawky Gaukauk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is where shit starts to get wild and tricky as a stinky old mother fucker cubed, YO FOLKS!









I cunt lapping ASKED KITTY-GAGA why I am suffering the worst and longest SIX-DAY-DEATH-SIEGE, this entire year, and the worst siege in decades when all totaled up, and I got my response, and things are going to get quite ducking CAT cataclysmic soon, all over this messed up mother fucking world. My major cursing is because I'm being put through a totally fucking undeserved horrific hell by monster dirt bags that Morianity foundation and mountainpen, its creator; calls and labels; the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sorry, and if things ever get a little better, my language will clean up big ass time, I promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But for now, I asked GAGA why this is happening to me, this unfathomable and inconceivable torturous monstrous fucking dirt bag cunt chewing hellishness, and the nice big kitty cat said to me through 36 playing cards, and I quote him now; ''MEOW-MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''. Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!





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







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







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





Now there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards, I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could sit here for five fucking thousand years straight and type, but the typewriter would break, and so would flucking I, so let us save all this shit for a later fucking time, good folks, and bad ones too!!!!



OK, HERE IS OCTOBER AND SO FAR NOVEMBER MPB, OR MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Read it and cry, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Good folks, being 4 for 10 for having really horrible fucking rotten days, SUCKS!







If you think for one sucking ass microsecond, that you could live like this for more than 27 straight years, from August 15, 1986 through October 30, 2013, you are kidding yourself at light speed squared, and then some more, I PROMISE, AND I'M DEAD ASS SERIOUS TOO, WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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Well GINA my lovely pretty NON GOZZWALD NIGHT-LADY of the nineties; I TOLD YOU. Let me have a major mucking disaster like last evening, and KAFLUCKINGPOW, YO, THE DOW JONES MARKETS SHOOT WAY UP; AND NO SHOCK TO ME WHATSOEVER.
















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WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join, and the price is FREE. Only nothing really is free, and smart folks know I am merely trying to get my six billion one hundred and one degree home to drop in temperature. I know my blogaud ain't stupid. I know I have maybe, just maybe if lucky, 2-5 peeps that are smart enough to stay silent and are really on my side, and all others are merely government and enemy agents. A fool can see he's just being played and I'm a sub-fool cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No Marie and Ed Green, you can't argue against science or math, it is a fools parade cubed to even make the mother flucking attempt!!!!! Fruck it, POP!



I had a wild time exploring the hyperspace, (doing very active lucid aware dreaming), interrupted by one major fire alarm, but they come and go on rolls, and I must confess, recently these monster-sirens from Non-Disney, are cutting me a break; hence, it's time again, Sir Barnabas Leviathan Lambrigg, so here we go. I will get into a little bit of my experiences, perhaps, but right off, I wish to discuss a few small items that I feel more pertinent for this day, we can always get back to this, Jim Rockford, as you well know, ouch, YO Maverick. Speaking of those named Jim, I don't need someone or something to ever inform me, that Jim Burr seemed to have some innate insight into my family, and stuff generally about it and its connectedness to me and my poor shadows from hell, if permitted to use and alter some very once well known song lyrics. Me and my shadow huh, oh well, wash your hands, Shadow Man of the 1984 Copyright Office. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971. I was going to save this for later, but now I am telling this right now, SINCE SHIT IS SO DANGEROUSLY BAD FOR ME RIGHT NOW. They know Diana cannot protect me, and has been slowly fading away around me and has been, and will not be around again any time soon. These fucking monsters have totally altered and somehow magically destroyed my hurricane attacks ever since the Katrina Hurricane Season a number of years back. There really is no more hurricane season, it is all a total joke, as I have been in fucking Florida for nearly four mother fucking years, and can say it openly, IT ALL IS JUST MEDIA HYPE, ALL OF IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



PEOPLE ARE ALL TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING NUTS. The entire mother fucking world has gone insane. Nothing has been normal since I died and WENT TO FUCKING HELL, back on August fifteenth of 1986, and recently this hell is going right off the charts bonkers. This is what I was going to tie in, but I need to be careful, as time is catching up with me, Dave Sleazespeas, AND HYPERSPACE IS ALSO GOING INTO RAPID PRINT THROUGH, ESPECIALLY OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS AND MONTHS; AND IT APPEARS TO BE ON SOME WILD PARABOLIC COURSE OF INCREASE.



I did not mention Darius from the Harvest on my prior blog for no reason, helter-skelter out of the blue, and comparing his PCN with that of Paula Belinda King. You see, if you go to his wonderful YOUTUBE PAGE, clicking the search box and typing Deezy Slim; you will see that he came over here at a specific time to help me with my own crappy YOUTUBE PAGE, that is now gone, and good riddance. He makes no bones about the importance of strings of number ones, such as November the eleventh, back then in twenty eleven. Back in 1988, on the eighth of August, I sold that property that my blogs talked about where I bugged my own automobile and got a realtor engaged in a conversation, beating old mighty Joe Berrios to the punch a year or two later over at the mother fucking Echelon Towers Public Housing Building, in Voorhees, New Jersey. Then 20 years after that in 2008, to the day, came that powerful EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY where I was at the Lakehouse for the first of several times that followed that time, and they all know that I think I know two huge powerful secrets about my wonderful daughter, and of course, if you have a tiny clue from reading this, my advice is to join the Regis Club, and BE CAREFUL; as this KEN CLAN are all powerful exploratronic sociopaths in my humble opinion, and would not blink an eye to light you up, and not in small rooms in the early seventies. Darius dated the girl who went onto fire me on the following first week in March, which would be 2012, and she always hated me from the day she met me, for her own reasons, good old lovely Jessica. I do not claim to understand why everyone is doing what they are doing, but Quantum Physics is very powerfully involved in the mix. There is no way all of this is not a part of some gargantuan Astral or subatomic realm force that is totally unknown still to any of the greatest minds of 2013. We collide particles at high speeds and can observe a lot of things, but to my knowledge, any attempt at communicating with these sentient forces, especially the electron or as the Christians would call it in their blind ignorance, the Holy Spirit; has yet to be done. I began doing this in 1983 and have had the wildest ride in the universe ever since. But all that can wait, as my point right now is Darius and his print-through connections with the KEN, and before I ''wash my hands'' of all of this once and for all, all will be said and told. I can be a quintessential rat out when I need to be, ask another great and lovely Jessica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Flo and Poolbox, and others; last twelfth of December ended these nasty ass dated numeric combo entities, as there is no thirteenth month. Still, lots of magic lies in why Darius came over out of the blue after I had been asking him for half a year, and offering him plenty of doe. There are reasons for those wild interactions both in June and August of oh-eight, and on and on I could go. Tomorrow, I'll be asking Gawky Gaukauk why this horrible fucking botbar day struck me today, especially with these illegal fucking jit bag nabes from across the hell hall.


MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND ON GENERAL ORDER-7. Use all orders, all tecks, scan all enemies, and destroy them, and here are the two tones, scan my voice print on the sound of the 'E'.


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G-901, G-1133, under CG18, G-189, CG-39, AND STOP!



Folks, if it takes me a thousand mother fucking years, I will find out what these horrible mother fucking King's, and Callio's, and McGuire's; all want with me, all these mother fucking years. It did not start in recent history. They have ruined my entire fucking life, ever since I was dropped onto the street, at one year old; in mother fucking Southwest Philly-57 Hickey Hockey Sticks. Be careful, Coach Cryden and Regis Philbin; you cannot ever say or do the right thing with these KENS, Lord knows I have fucking tried my best for a very fucking ass long time, BRO! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!







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Let me post it up, YO, GET A LIFE, YA’ QUIRK OFFS!


http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU (IN YOUR NIGHTMARES, YO).


Twizzlers, twisters, and King Kong be dam'd.


The real question here is if I AM a trinitrail.


I am no such thing, but then there is the word root deal, right friends? You know, a name like MARTIN/O-EZ or a word like ELECTRIC/ITY-IDAD, or another word, like the HOLY TRIN/ITY-----TRIN/IDAD.


YO, cut me a real big break here Margie Leo from good old November in 1985. Just what am I left to think after all these powerful submarines and SAT NURINES landed here at De Gamma's Fort Pierce, and went BOOM? Do you have any letters for me on that one, oh great and powerful Ozann and Ozdawn, and all the rest of uuuuuu's?????????????????


WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, or was that W------O------W?



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For the record.

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1984

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

I'm Criana.

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1985

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

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2007

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.

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1992

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Lost love.

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1981

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo collection, set 4.

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1983

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo collection : set III.

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1982

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr tunes.

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1982

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Queen of blue.

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1986

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Real good girl.

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1986

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

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2000

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

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1996

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah.

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1996

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Sarah Callio of ACNJ.

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1997

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Uncle.

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1983

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

What's wrong?

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1984

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

You call this music?

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1987

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

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1988

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.

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1989

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

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1980

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

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1980

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morianity music pre-book.

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1998

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Morianity tunes of 1998.

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WHASUP VIQUEEN MARI-LOO?








WHASUP STOCK BROKER GORDO?


WWYWINY, MALCOLM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?













YES GINA, I TOLD YOU THE DOW WOULD GO UP ENDLESSLY FOREVER, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!

HENCE, YO,




I DEMAND MY FREAKING PROPS.






FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

Mark_from_nj

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U, and now, also so says Mountainpen.



















      Photos of the Day



A beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and 'Goddess Diana', by the Romans.


MY BEAUTIFUL MOON, DON'T EVER GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALL ALONE, YO!!!!!!!!!!



Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DOGTOWN----subtitle



Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.


I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAESMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.



END TRANSMISSION-----------------------------------------4 now, whatever now is!!!!

GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN

All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.

DATFILE NUMBER l--------------------END TRANSMISSION

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"Varo Edition"

THE CASE FOR THE

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003

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THE CASE FOR THE UFO Unidentified Flying Objects By M.K. Jessup

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PREFACE

On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

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last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister.
















Live Camera image from Seaport Hotel































YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”

VERSE ONE

I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

And I’m not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I’m not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I’m not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer

You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking

You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you’re not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG. No magic Leprechaun linking, sorry.





*****BULL FUCKING SHIT*****

MY ENTIRE LIFE IS ONE HUGE LEPRECHAUN, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.

YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:

Only the opening title words are real. Technology, huh???

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so go there and have a blast.













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Thursday, January 31, 2008

teohiv, datfile xxxiv, TMCAM-subtitled

TEOHIV-CB21-datfile XXXIV
013008.562-BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well, another horrific week is going down, today there is major chemtrail persecution, go to http://www.chemtrail.com/ and C if I am nuts or have a real serious problem 2 deal with?????

If this Scylla’s skies problem was all I had 2B concerned with however, I’d have it made in the shade with lemonade. Http://www.scylla.com/ is another site 2 log onto. Man has his interpretations of all of the Greek gods and Roman Gods, the myths and legends, and I know the reality of it from using the FASCITAR 6/10. Time does not permit a long blog. These agents R obviously part of THAT FAMILY, or TAWF. No human in the early 21st century has this much power, nor would they B doing this 2 a person 24/7/365.2422, it simply is not a rational belief. So I tell the story some more, and they hack some more, good, I know when I am hitting those lovely wovewee phony-funny bones there silwee wabbit!!!!!! It was in early oh-four and I was at my security shack at the Griffin Pipe Company, in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. Suddenly I just was not there, and have no memory then or now or ever, of getting tired or woozy or falling asleep. Bang, I am just on this bus, and there is no 2 ways about it. It winded through lovely areas in Pennsylvania coming from State College, PAUSAESMWG. Eventually, I’m in Atlantic City. The bus is going up northerly on Pacific Avenue, and I remember distinctly passing the Convention Hall. I know I blogged all this. When the end of the line was reached, I was being forced off by these wicked nasty mouthed big bodied agents. I was whisked down lots of stairs, through a hallway system that led finally into that video room. Back 4 now 2 more present time things. Jenlow wanted me 2 do something and we made some kind of a deal and mutually agreed on something that I have written down in a journal, cannot presently pull it up in wakeful mind. But give me a break, Toomey, Jenlow, come on. I mean B4 the show, even Fontana is in the damn interaction with me, and he is in this show’s episode with Detective Green, bro. Toomey helped me in 1972 around the time I had met Sarah Jacobson at my school. He was a sports coach then, and was on the beach shooting the breeze with some of the beach patrol honchos, http://www.acbp.com/, if the website is up there, when I tried to view it some time ago, there was a problem. Aniwho, some dirt bag kids had stolen my bus ticket home and shoes and shirt. If Jim Toomey had not been there and helped me, right where Giant Sharon was 26 years later in August of ’98, I do not know what would have happened.




Presently mankind has laboratories that R just about at the point of creating the environments that will enable them to do all of this. In these states nothing is life as we know it, yet it is not in phase two or astral. It is physicality or the 3rd phase of reality starting with the great Roman-6 or VOID INFINITY. A person enters this chamber that for all intents and purposes is zero degrees Kelvin, nearly 3 full Kelvin degrees colder than your average location anywhere in deep intergalactic spaces in the hyper sphere. Movement in one single dimension can B achieved, and from here 2 across t

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Monday, February 25, 2008

TEOHIV DATFILE XLIV

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #31
022308.118 datfile XLIV
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I must accept this curse for now and perhaps forever, I have no power to stop it, and no one believes in what I am going through, or the few that do just cannot help me out of it in any way, while some flat out just don’t give a damn.

Ed screwed something up, AGAIN, he said for me to save my document as DOC 1 as it shows on the screen, but it would not save and every time I hit backspace, the screen cleared and nothing was working right, so I brought down the old 30 document, and am saving to that, Ed can split them and cap it later. The hack is in big time, the capital letters lock went on by itself, did not push any key when it occurred. Lots of words are not fully coming out, and the bottom of the screen is acting very weird, and I will have to close down in a second, this is not going to work, the hacking is huge or else as usual, Ed must think this is funny I am starting to think and even Ann thinks it if I can be blunt, we both are thinking he is getting a weird sense of thrill and power out of messing with me, and if this is true, then he can totally fend for himself, and with out a car. My life is not funny, and if he is teasing me, I don’t trucking need this one bit. Ann is not on medical treatment for paranoia and she is thinking this, and does not yet know about tonight, but she will when I call her, this is not one freaking bit funny. I can now buy my own computer with my new credit line; it is not me that needs any of this. Now if this is not part of some sick sense of humor, then I owe him a big fat apology, but this is trucking ridiculous.



Well, last trucking rock chucking runt slapping and bunt tapping week was pure ultimate epitomized DOGTOWN, MW word is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a horrendous week, every stinking rotten day, and their dirt ball stock market, just as I said it would, TOOK THE TRUCK OFF, AND FLEW LIKE A DAMN HUMMING BIRD. UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, just keep pouring it on against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim MOUNTAINPEN, BWABY WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!! Continually persecute and harass poor me into the ground and wreck my life totally and absolutely and full and wholly and completely, and this scum ball DOW JONES has but one direction 2 travel baby-cakes, and that is UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP AND UP!!!!!! This has been going freaking on now with me for nearly 22 years, since the spring and scummer time of 1986, the freaking AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, [ACLU] obviously along with the great and mighty Google, do not give one rats grass about helping a victim out of an unspeakable and unconscionable nightfreakingmare that will not ever end!!!!! The reason along with all the persecution that I received, that the Dow Jones flew last week, is because I had to work around my residence with Ann Silva, like a damn dog, and many a dog lives better than this dog does, and that is a fact. Property damage and sky persecution, and all the other terrible constant trucking harassment's that I am forced to endure, is making this evil market rise forever, and endlessly will, until I screw up my wussed out courage, and use my passport and just walk out of this evil empire. My more immediate plan is simpler and safer however, and that is that I will be blogging starting next week, onto a fourth and new blogging site, after I choose the one I feel most suited to my situation, as I have Googled up the NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCE stuff, and there are lots of sites to choose from. Ultimately, it is my desperate hope that some person with clout or even better some institute takes an interest in studying me and my horrific dilemma. I will come back to this in a minper or so, I just got the market report on Philadelphia’s famous amplitude modulation {AM} radio station KYW, at 1,060,000 cycles per second frequency, or at 1,060 kilocycles, and the Dow flew up Monday through Wednesday while I was miserable working like a dog, and taking Ann to the prison where her daughter Dawn is soon to transfer out of and into a program in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG, and it was a totally wasted trip, the warden would not let Dawn keep the coat her mother was previously told to bring to her, and I could go on and on with Atlantic County and their totally screwed up system so just do not even get me freaking started, but Thursday it dropped and they persecuted me to get it back up, and again Friday it dropped, but a second day of major sky persecution brought their fixed ICPE JESSICA MARKETS that were down almost 100 at one point during Friday, back up 70 points, to only close down about 28 points on the cheated freaking day, and for the cheated stinking trucking week, these evil markets gained 1.4%. Ed does not know beans about many things yet acts like he is all mighty GOD on the Earth, telling me the markets are heading down, and all they do is forever each and every week, keep moving UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, DUH, your old now you stupid duosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, BRRRR. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blogaud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. 55555555555555555555555 plus 55555555555555555555555555 times 55555555555555 and divided by 5555555555555555555555555 is equal to fucking who cares???????????????? I just got on page one hundred eleven, you bastard whore JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll have to fucking compensate, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.







A CHILD CAN MATCH THE PERSECTUION I GET WITH THESE CHARTS FROM THE FUCKING CUNT EATING STOCK ILLEGAL MANIPULATED ICPE-APE- MARKETS. A RUNNY NOSED PUNK OF AGE 4 CAN SEE THIS!!!



THE ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA AND ME:

I AM GETTING MOTHER FUCKING SUPER SICK OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, PEEPS!



Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)



Why the flucking markets appeared to close an hour earlier back last Friday the first of November, the gods only frucking know, folks!!!!!!!!!!








So exactly what is happening to me, and exactly why, and who exactly is behind it, and can Morianity ever have the dimmest hope of sleuthing its way to the Gozzwald Movie Answers, from the early nineteen-seventies???? If only I was able to go back into mother fucking time and see that movie that my family all went out to see that night. I am starting to wonder about a lot of fucking things, © Office Examiners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what this fucking shit is worthy of, ''right here and right now'', my lovely Anita VanBuren, and that would be thissssss, ERICA. A great ducking big **************W-----O-----W!***********












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