LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; L-D Nightmare of Late 2021 Coming True Recently on Top of Endless Other Nightmares of Being Trumped With his Rotten Goddess awful ICPE-APE-TECH
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Week ending 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon, 02-20-24:
“BOY OH BOY OH BOY”; PEOPLE'S MAGAZINE, FBI, JAMES REDFIELD, and ALL BARRIERS OF PERMISSION, BIBLICAL PROPHETS AND THEIR WILD TECH FROM THE GODS & DREAMING 'TOSE' SECRET HYPER CLASSIFIED ASTRAL KNOWLEDGE THAT WAS DECODED AND USED BY MARK MOHR AND DONALD TRUMP ONCE THE YEAR OF THE AX CAME INTO FRUITION, AND ALSO KNOWN AS 1986, WHERE A WORLD FAMOUS EXPRESSION ALL MUST HAVE COME FROM IN SOME BEACH BALL-CATCHERS MITT REFLECTED WAY ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE B-B; well, and without any “U-M's” being added in here 2 add salt 2 the wounds of Dogtown itself after a PADDLE-BOX interaction which takes place quite frequently and monstrously; and enemies crashed my program again when attempting 2 add into my word-program system-dictionary, the U-M's deal and so when it was all recovered; I needed 2 merely hyphenate the damn glass thing, YO; and so on we go now. Boy oh boy oh boy, Billy & Frank; or maybe better said, from transdimensional 2007 blogs and time points, of non-Watergate Senator sub-committee's or goddess pink Jacobson's, and wild mighty songs sung by incredible beings, that some 'UFO-buffs' would argue with me and call them 'alien-beings', and like that other word despised by me, the Mountainpen, 'PSYCHIC'; I hate that dang-sass word 'ALIEN', as it can imply stuff that is not real at all, and yet it can excite, as well as draw inconceivable amounts of fear, from already deadly dangerous powerful persons, of this unfathomably disgusting rotten sin cursed EARTH-PLANET; YO-YO-YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, as those 2007 blogs talked about, and I only and alone appear 2-B the one carrying this knowledge around with me that this is absolutely real and not one wee tad little bit fictional nor made up whatsoever here, the truths of just how the transdimensional hyperspace is all interconnected with all human beings and the entire global society and our dreaming experiences R completely tied together with our waking life, 100 percent, only in ways that supposedly were only carefully revealed by the almighty 'god' long ago, 2 'his' biblical prophets of the Earth-Plane world that is still going strong right here and now in the year of 2024, only going over the heads of the greatest as well as the smallest persons living here and 'awake'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us talk about the deal that was blogged between my daughter from a parallel universe who does exist here as well, as all of U know only 2 well, the one and only MC. Just because here things worked out with incredible wild and crazy towel seepage effects of things going completely off and wrong between us from the jump, does not mean that in altered realities of the atomic varying signatures of vibratory atomic conditions, that in other locales, we R not close. I speak here of about 2 years or so B-4 her mighty awesome 2009 DVD called “Precious”. Anyone knows that they can archive the old 2007 blogs where she was punishing me 4 not trusting her and spewing out lots of angry words about stuff happening 2 me that she was supposedly allowing 2 happen 2 me, and then came what SHE HERSELF called my punishment 4 doing that, and this was none other than the (BLU-CRAN) deal, and any FBI AGENT or top city police detective that is working on a major crime in this nation, and trying 2 bring 2 justice some major dangerous criminal person, would not dismiss this as a mere coincidence should it B going down in their case and was some part of their evidence in their attempts of pursuing who is guilty of committing the vicious crime, whatever it may have hypothetically been, U all know it, and I know U all know it out there, in the CJS and at Quantico!!!!!!!!! Then we go 32 years out into the reflected space of 2009 and the great movie with lovely Paula Patton playing the part, and what was her name, QUANTICO?; & no, it wasn't goddessdog Quantico!!!! Peeps have been actually convicted of murder and major crimes lads and lassies, 4 evidence far less convincing than the stuff I am claiming here as completely and totally real and true, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! The 5th dimension is not only true, but as 'Peeps-Mag' knows and maybe even more than I do, through some reporter there at those times in single digit late first decade-21st century times, that indeed; there R magical connections between the Gaines family and the Hollister peeps, and if not here in this exact atomic frequency, then in some altered and localized area parts of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, YO. The dummies and the atheists laugh at this stuff, but guess what: Was Mizz lovely Marilyn McCoo laughing when she and her peeps decided 2 call her awesome musical band, by the name of none other than, the “FIFTH DIMENSIONS”?????????? Was her stuff not all a major part of the HAIR movie, as seemingly lovely disco Donna Summer of the Gaines family? Is this not only completely octopus tentacle connected in altogether without even needing 2 branch out into the localized transdimensional hyperspace? Who is ever gonna' decide 2 ever cut me one of those world renown by now most likely, Mizz 1985 Margie Leo McFly breaks? Let us do a real and beyond TMMB-1969 mind blowing deal now with lovely Mizz 1985 Margie, concerning her fave expression of cutting breaks, or maybe it should read here, Mister Jimmy Safet Redfield oh sir, “WILL U CUT ME A BRAKE”, as twice now, my brakes were indeed tampered with, as in cutting a brake as opposed 2 cutting one of Mizz Margie's 1985 breaks! At exactly 03:08 this rotten afternoon,another major 2nd hack struck and put up some weird annoying dialog box while I was typing this out here and stopped me 4 a minute or so from my blog and trying 2 truck with me' concentration, and then distract me; huh there, oh Camden County Prosecutor Office Investigator fro the early 1990's, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior???????? How he would discuss that topic of distraction an dhow I needed 2-B looking behind me when p[lanes suddenly were dogging me in front of me, while driving in me' car on major serious 'HIGH CCOT' days of death siege persecution and harassment, YO WORLD!!!!!!!! Great FBI of Quantico; my story is real, this is all real, it is happening and has been going down around me now since I was born, and then it got far far far goddamn worse once I left the illustrious almighty COOLEY HELL HIGH HALL and school, at the end of January of 1973, and being there only as a guest since aging out on me' 18th B-D on 12-04-1972, YO!!!!!!!! This of course is not that other somewhat recent day. This is now Saturday the 17th day in February of 2024. Still, I need 2 paste in previous stuff when it applies 2 current discussions as that writing most absolutely will do, and now shall we move on here with just this very deal, since it all ties into the title of this current work as 'well, UM', and all of that non-Collinwood-Collingswood jazz:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kresusjiest Almighty.
4 the past 2 days now, this place has been jumping. There was no loud party last night but both yesterday and today until the weather turned a wee tad bit not all that nice 4 having outdoor ongoing activities, all sorts of stuff was happening all around where I live, and this means lots of sounds and most peeps do naught know the proper way of closing doors, manners stopped being taught in most places after the great 'Dark Shadows television show was over forever from its original airing in the 1960's an dinto early April of 1971. This includes car doors as well as regular residential type of doors. Peeps never stop 2 realize that nobody enjoys hearing lots of continuous thud-sounds which loud slamming doors, both house and car, will make especially with the Doppler-Effects of sounds, when they pass through distance, and other objects, such as the windows and or doors, of other places; such as MY GODDAMN RESIDENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! All my life, I observed that what my mama taught me, about being polite and thoughtful 2 other peeps, concerning making annoying noises and sounds; is JUST NOT TAUGHT 2 OTHER PEEPS BY THEIR SOMEWHAT MORE CRUDE AND UNCOUTH PARENTS AND GUARDIANS, quite obviously; as if this had been properly instilled into these folks, most would have then adopted this more kind and thoughtful trait only, this was naught the case, Mizz 1983 Blake of AT&T, YO kind mah'm!!!!!!!! Things like this merely do not matter 2 folks in society in general, and one of the reasons that I was attracted 2 that marvelous television show just mentioned, is the way peeps spoke, and the cultured ways that they acted in that New England fictional town of 'non-JAZZ-GLENN' Collinsport!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now as U know, I had been living here 4 less than a year when my trip 2 the eye institute went down and was driving home, and somebody had tampered with me' breaks and then caused a swoop fake con job car accident attempt on me, and only by the will of the gods of the astral realm did I manage 2 avoid a major problem by hitting the dude in front of me from behind and raising me' insurance rates 2 some exuberant dang level, and then I realized that the breaks were shot, and then it was a long time after this that while watching the first season on the 'Dark Shadows TV-show, I saw how little David Collins had tampered with his father's car brakes, and caused the same basic thing 2 happen, only he was not quite as lucky as I was, and got injured quite badly as a result. Obviously depending on how much of the car part is loosened, will cause the full effect 2 happen after a certain amount of times using the dern brakes. With me it was okay until I had driven all the way there and most of the way back home, and even then, I needed 2-B given a reason 2 apply a full braking 2 completely cause the problem, hence the staged swoop attempted 'fake-ax' on me, YO. I know absolutely that this was a fake set up accident attempt as I had already experiemnced 3 others back up in Jersey in the past times of my life B-4 ever moving here 2 Florida. I was not as lucky as I was up there in the past as I was that day in December of 2021. But during these times, I also had an incredible vivid nightmarish dream of being with the talented awesome dude named Mister Lee Daniels, of the Hollywood click; who was here in me' home, and assisting me in a very diligent search 2 locate a lost cassette tape. This has been told and blogged over and over, and now will B somewhat reiterated, with some additional and more elucidated pieces of information; and how it all ties into the real waking world life of my life here in this CO-OP PARK. In this experience in the 5th dimensional hyperspace, or (my wild dream of December 2021) putting it in your way of wordage, he was with me an dmy mother who lived with me, remember that part now as it ties into my most recent blog and my telling how only one time she was not in favor of my being under anything less than HER TOTAL CONTROL OF ME back in the first half of the year of 1984 or maybe the first third; and we shall come back 2 tying all of this together if not on this blog then on some soon 2 follow blogs; and my mom in that wild 2021 dream was here with me and we were both 30 years younger and she was off with some of her friends from here in this place, and the place was super huge in this wild dreaming experience. The pool was gigantic, the park was gigantic, containing thousands of acres of land, and everything was on steroids so 2 speak, in that dream. Right after this dream, waking life began 2 slowly try or seemingly so, 2 emulate the conditions of the dream, U know, as in slowly bit by bit, getting more activities, seemingly more peeps being all around me and along this line. I have told all of this so far and now more stuff needs 2-B said, and B-4 getting into it all, I am going 2 tell U that the last 2 days it is almost as if the dream had been completely realized here in the waking life of the Mountainpen. A perfect example would B these most recent 2 days. On top of this, me' next door nabe Maggie seems 2-B back again, as when I checked me' mail around half past 2 and shortly B-4 beginning this blog, her car was back and parked right at her front door close 2 me' driveway, so that she could move stuff in obviously with the least effort. I think that she may have a dude with her unless this is 2 other peeps that I recently observed when looking out me' door again when I got up ten minutes ago 2 get a Mountain Dew soda can. It may or may not have been the same woman. As I said a lot of peeps R continuously all around here all the time, and my place is right directly across from the C-C (Community-Center). I had the option of living in this unit or another one, and chose this one so that I would B dead center in the place and as far away from the outer perimeter where many loud noises can always emanate from and I would have little 2 no control over that, so I chose the unit I am in as my landlord showed me 2 available places when I came here 3 years ago now 2 look at it all, back around the 10th day in February in 2021 give or take a day or so. Noisy and active as the place may get upon occasion, I am safer and better off with my personal enemies, the WSMT Scumholeweeds of sub-slime, living here where it is harder 4 'them' 2 directly get at me so 2 speak, than in any other spot; so here I am. Long story short, my mom being here in this hyperspace deal and the fact that we always lived and shared life since neither one of us had the ability so it seemed 2 generate a sufficient income by our self in order 2 sustain any decent lifestyle in so far as living in any place that was not filled with horrible peeps who would make our lives miserable continuously and always seemed 2 no matter where we went or what we did, year in and year out, endlessly; and so we accepted the goddessdog inevitable and agreed 2 put up with each other and cohabit together, and Cooley Hall educator Misses Mildred B. Young, B DAMNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 a lot of this world, we were the freaky idiotic peeps, but it was a way of life, and would not have been all that miserable if she had not been so incredibly domineering and controlling, as on a scale from 1-2 smother trucking 10, she was a strong 15!!!!!!!!!!! The only time she wanted me 2 leave and go out on her own, not counting her love affair with her boss back when I was 21 and living with my father, who had come back from Baton Rouge, Louisiana; and was all part of a mysterious bunch of craziness that I haven't yet even started putting all of it together, BUT I WILL, so believe goddamn THAT folks!!! But no, I speak here of 1984, and actually the tail end in 1983, when I took that trip 2 Florida; originally 2 Orlando, 2-C me' ole' coworker the Chief Sound Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; and 2-C if I wanted 2 invest a few bucks into a food business that he had going there, and I ended up having a big blow out with the guy, and calling my relatives in Fort Lauderdale, and having me' Uncle John come up and pick me up there, and drive me down 2 their home, where I stayed 4 a week and then returned back home 2 me' place at 506 Robin Hill Apartments. My mom was acting beyond strange, and something connected with the Patty HOLLISTER deal was all a part of it, and I can smell it 'from here, 2 Supersluethville' and flucking back, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! But again, this was not all unfolding in merely 3-D. This was all a major 5-DIMENSIONAL REALITY, as most stuff in the R-H-A with me, all was part of some beyond wild and beyond hyper-time deal in all 5 of the transdimensional hyperspace system. But all of this ties in together in complicated ways, and my point 4 this blog right now is only concerning how this present spot where I reside, had these 2 very different realities going down with them from 2 different locales in the vast virtually limitless 5th dimensional hyperspace. After a long time of wondering what may have been on that cassette tape that was lost, and had me very upset as a result, and that Mister L. Daniels was helping me 2 find in that wild dreaming experience, in December of 2021; definitely had 2 do as do all things, with MUSIC, and not that a tape has 2 have music on it or contain a majority of music related items, but in most cases, it does. I have tried 2 think beyond major hard many times, and all I know is that it WAS MUSIC, and that it was the only copy of something important and gigantic, and the more I think of it, there was a definite reason that Sir L-D also wanted me 2 both find it, as well as keep the situation away from the awareness of my mom who would have caused even more problems 4 me, as she seemingly had done in the middle eighties with the throat specialist place that I sometimes jokingly refer 2 on my blogs as 'Shirley's Laboratory', and Shirley being a coworker of my mom's at her office in Philadelphia, and back then and after her failed romance with her boss in the middle 7-DEEZ, was no longer the center city area office at 3-PCP Building on the 17th and 18th floors, but at the Bourse Building downtown around 5th or 6th and Chestnut Streets, across from the Independence Mall, and where me' 7th grand-pappy's name was signed on the world famous Declaration of Independence, and yes, I saw it myself upon a few occasions while there in Philadelphia with my mom when we would go there together on weekends after the 80's decade had come in. Just tellin' stuff as it is Mister Verizon, no bragging!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now back 2 the telling of me' nightmare hellish endless existence of subvamperism, spiritually that is, naught physically. The lost tape, L-D, this CO-OP park, the way stuff began trying 2 conform 2 the dream following my waking up out of it and continuing this process 2 this vely vely vely non McDowell-1972 day, it all adds up 2 powerful wild stuff on ACS, 2 say the vely least, YO!!!
The main part of the dream with L-D is that there was a missing & important cassette tape, and that things here in this place were much more alive and crowded and how the towel seepage effects have caused my waking world place here 2 also slowly seemingly B attempting 2 copy and emulate these same crowded conditions, so what is left other than 4 the tape-part 2 do the same, hence, do I have anything happening 2 me in waking life that even remotely pertains 2 something musically related as well as something that has gone 'MISSING'??????????? The answer at least 4 right now, & this minute in time focus points, Senator Watergate Sir, is a resounding and quite damn unequivocal 'NO', YO-BRO!!!!!!!!!! Now I am not Almighty PINK SKY GODDESS, nor do I claim 2 have all of the answers, and even with matters of the 5th dimensional hyperspace; and certainly matters concerning the operations and fully detailed mechanics behind the TOSE (Towel Seepage Effects) of this system!!!!!!!!!! Not 4 one dang minute Admiral Kirk, and Admiral Perry, of the Starfleet-FAA!!!!!! Still, I must wonder just what has gone 'musically-missing' around here in one form or another, after that other piece of this wild vivid unforgettable dream seemed 2 start this copy-cat process, of stuff becoming ever increasingly crowded in this Co-Op-Park. Now yes, 4 those who love 2 endlessly friggin' nay-say this Morianity and all that it seemingly stands 4, allow me 2 front-jump U here, and stop U-B-4-U even start with me here, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! I know we had the COVID-19 nightmare, and so I know it is perfectly and completely normal 2 expect things 2-B basicly dead around the times that I moved from the PEE-HA place, and into where I am living now; and then slowly over the past 3 years, stuff picked up again, as the epidemic slowly disapaited away. I ain't stupid, and I do know basic junk folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! But another thing that I've come 2 goddessdog learn over this period of post 08-1986 nightmare quintessential hellishness, coming straight out from the very horrible upchuck juices that were spawned by nothing less than the HUNTINGTON CURSE ITSELF; and this is none other than THISTLETHORNS, and THISSSSSSSS, Mister Mike Soft Microsoft, oh SIR: On countless occasions I can easily recall and remember how I tried beyond damn hugely hard 2-B rational and use mortal world explanations 2 explain away stuff happening around me and 2 me all my life since this after 08-1986 time point, SENATOR-W!!!!!!!Almost every damn glass time I did this, I was shown 2-B absolutely 100% beyond possible arguments, and quoting the lovely 1980 ad-spot TV-gorgeous hair shampoo babe, “WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG”!!! Now as 4 being endlessly goddamn TRUMPED, and Y example number 371, 248 (yesterday's all day long aerial death siege on the Mountainpen), all went down, hey YO; we all know that Trump had some HUUUUUUUGE gargantuan legal problems and big hyper time ultra issues, and stuff wasn't particularly going his crybaby whittle way, and as I typed this; he and his evil demonic BRIGGBASE HENCHMEN struck me' computer, with a gigantic STACEY LATTISAW HACK JACK ATTACK, (SMALL-BOX-HACK-TYPE), the one where suddenly it is no longer typing on the word page and instead it is coming out on the line above where the margin hourglass icons R on each side of, and the only thing I know 2 do is close down and when it shows the options of save or discard, I click the 'SAVE', and reopen, and then it works again, but this is punishable, and I will get me' goddamn flucking MAGGIE on the job just as soon as I finish up here on this present pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The time of the hack was approximately 05:10 PM. Also at approximately 09:00 this morning, I had a two second brown out power interruption HACK ATTACK, so me' '24' number will B played today on me' roulette system, the A2R2023. There is some light aerial attacks today as well, BUT NOTHING WHATSOEVER LIKE YESTERDAY'S BRUTAL ALL DAY ASSAULT ON ME, YO WORLD!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THESE PAST 2 DAYS NOW, FEBRUARY 16 AND 17, OF 2024, WITH BAD RESIDENTIAL AERIAL DEATH SIEGE, UTILITY ASSAULTS ON MY ELECTRICAL POWER, ALONG WITH MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, NOISE ASSAULTS IN ME' RESIDENCE, ALONG WITH ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your 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, and on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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POWER OUTAGES RECORD
THIS RECORD WILL NOT INCLUDE SHORT OR LONG OUTAGES CAUSED BY NEARBY HEAVY WINDS AND OR ELECTRICAL SKY ACTIVITY FROM NATURE-STORMS.
EVENT-1-JULY 23, 2023, 7:18 AM
QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND
EVENT-2-JULY 27, 2023, 7:16 AM
QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND
EVENT-3-AUGUST 5, 2023, 7:23 AM
QUICK HALF SECOND BROWN OUT, NOT TRIPPING BRICK POWER BRICK BEEP-ALARM
EVENT-4-AUGUST 20, 2023, 4:08 PM
QUICK BURST OUT LASTING 2 SECONDS AND TRIPPING THE POWER BRICK BEEPER
EVENT-5-AUGUST 21, 2023, 10:50 PM
QUICK BROWN OUT LASTING ONE HALF SECOND
EVENT-6-AUGUST 22, 2023, 9:59 AM
QUICK BROWN OUT LASTING ONE HALF SECOND
EVENT-7-AUGUST 23, 2023, 1:15 AM
QUICK BROWN OUT LASTING ONE HALF SECOND
EVENT-8-SEPTEMBER 16, 2023, 10:30 AM
QUICK BROWN OUT LASTING ONE HALF SECOND
EVENT-9-SEPTEMBER 29, 2023, 5:43 AM
QUICK TOTAL BLACK-OUT LASTING JUST UNDER 2 SECONDS
EVENT-10-OCTOBER 1, 2023, 1:27 PM
10 SECOND TOTAL BLACK-OUT and definitely part of this now week of solid death siege from the WOMO SPACEFORCE
EVENT-11-OCTOBER 16, 2023, 3:50 PM
2 SECOND BLACK OUT
EVENT-12-OCTOBER 27, 2023, 8:14 AM
1 SECOND BLACK OUT
EVENT-13-NOVEMBER 26, 2023, 7:04 AM
1 SECOND BLACK OUT
EVENT-14-DECEMBER 24, 2023, 04:47 PM
2 SECOND BROWN OUT
EVENT-15-JANUARY 27, 2024, 04:21-05:57 AM
TOTAL LONG BLACK OUT 4 ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD REASON OTHER THAN ICPE-APE-TRUMP-HELLISHNESS ON ME
EVENT-16-FEBRUARY 17, 2024, 09:00 AM (+-) 10 MIN
2 SECOND BROWN OUT
'I WAS NOT NEAR A CLOCK AND WAS IN ME' BED-RM.'
I will B coming back with me' roulette game results later on, and when is anybody's goddessdog best GUESTS-GUESS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Mister TCE ART CRANE SIR; a big fat sloppy 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', and yes lovely Katy-PEE of the great 1997 Plesantville D-Q Store, also a lovely awesome gigantic and quite absolutely 'S-B-S'-HUUUUUUUGE 'WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS' 4-U-2, girl!!!!!!!!!!!
9:00 AM, May 7, 2019, Tuesday Morning
ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
SECTION----L
please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. I will discuss my father, both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds of wild knit manifesting itself around my life, and then after his death in 1981, and the real hell after that or second phase, beginning with the Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number 1802, forcing me and my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey, and then from there, it was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that moment on, right up through the very present times. You all know I speak the truth. The same force behind everything, the Bible calls this the devil and SATAN, and the AAT folks call this the space aliens, but Mister Shakespeare said long ago, “What's in a name”? It's what is being told that matters, and slit smells like slit, and roses smell like roses; even if we wish to reverse the names of these two items. It was never me, it's always 'THEM', the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, who danglass else for crissake, YO???????????????????????????
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU
It really is fascinating, ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995; and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown 'WAWA' store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it, as all of U that R reading this, R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace, where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a 'CPFI' in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an 'AVM' or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in waves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, and sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if U-R unfortunate enough 2-B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, and far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds, where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology; and then she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through. STILL ME PEEPS OUT HERE, as well as SIR N-G-A-D-S, I am not even beginning to tell the details of how the future lab in Westmont, New Jersey, truly fits into the hell of right now, and how I began remembering all of this in the year 1988, around the end of the winter time, shortly after copyrighting my 'EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, DANCIN' IN THE OCEAN' musical project, right after Valentine's Day. The title was called, 'U CALL THAT MUSIC'. I bring these topics up again as they all will absolutely dovetail into the bullshkit that will be blogged right now, today, May 7, 2019, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; me' wonderful SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX DOCUMENTARY NARRATORS AND CREATORS, THEY TOLD WHEN PEOPLE FOUND SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON FILM, THE AIR FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES MADE IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED THE FILMS AND PHOTOS BACK, AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER OPENED UP THEIR MOUTH AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE A MOMENT'S PEACE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THIS ALL AIRED AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, CHANNEL ELEVEN, TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY, IN 1988, BACK WHILE I WAS LIVING IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL AVENUE. I may have mentioned an address of 7 East Main Street, & that was an error. That was the address of an attorney who I had gone to for complicated reasons. To simplify it however, it was because I WAS MAJOR DUCKING RIPPED OFF BY UGLY SOUL TOW TRUCK MAN, MISTER JOHN J. SPRAWL CROWLEY, OF LINDENWOLD, NEW JERSEY!!!! Again, all things fit completely and perfectly together, and they always have and always will; me' kind wonderful awesome Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The great Billy Harner the human percolator told me at his Haddon Avenue barber shop, not beauty shop, but yes, when all of these shows were happening in real-'regular' time, NOT TO LIVE WITH ANYONE, but to, and I ducking quote him totally grass verbatim here, “Stay by yourself Mark”; only I did not listen to his wonderful great advice. As I speak, another horrible plucking death angel attack is striking me, and these have been bad again over the past several days, sheriff, and all because YESTERDAY, I SUFFERED A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME BY THE MOTHER DUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE, WHO ELSE, YO YO YO YO YO ME BRO?????????? But warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL AND 1970, and W---O---W, again; there was another place from where I can swear in any court on this planet and not worry about being ducking charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night, and again, there is no return.
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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK MUD------F
Public Catalog
Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)
© MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, 2006-2019, THE BOM
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL, and guess what Sheriff KJM sir, this was quick and fast and super hard pounding enemy retaliation! I FELL UNDER ANOTHER NASTY DEATH ATTACK ON THE GODDAMN TWENTY-FIFTH DAY IN APRIL OF THIS HORRENDOUS ASS YEAR OF TWENTY-NINETEEN; absolutely mother frikkin' brutal pummeling hell was applied against me, against my health, against me with noise, and against me with some more nasty video cut out assaults on my PUSSY CHEWING CIVIL LIBERTIES, OR LACK OF THEM, DESPITE MY BEING A LEGALLY BORN AND FREE CITIZEN OF THESE ALMIGHTY UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
WHEN I STARTED UP THESE BLOGS AFTER SHORTLY STOPPING THEM AFTER THE ONE NOW BEING PASTED IN HERE, I USED A PUBLIC TERMINAL AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY BRANCH AND WHEN IO GOT ON MIND CONTROL STUFF, THE COMPUTER WOULD SHUT DOWN, SHOWING ME THERE IS NO FREEDOM LEFT IN THIS HORRIBLE DAMN NATION, YO, NONE AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL.
Part of the difference between Magnesonic's or (MAGGIE) 4 short, general and special order 9173, is that the special order pertains 2 musically related stuff but always has 2 do with being able 2 hear that little voice inside our selves, and we all hear what voice when we hear it, so that we believe it is really our own goddog thoughts when it only is sometimes R own thoughts, yes world, it is our own voice we that we hear, our own individual exact V-P (VOICE-PRINT) on the electronic oscilloscope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It truly is just as Officer Kim simplllleeee as THAT, YO.
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© 1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
Just in case it concerns the mighty Astral-Plane Authority, known by a handful few Earthers on the temporal realm here as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, I admit that I have never yet told a soul on blogs, or in other other human way as of this date, at 3 of the clock in the morning, on 26 April of the year 2019 of the post common era circa; all of the things that I know about both THEM, as well as all of the connections with THEM and MYSELF, both here on this physical plane of existence called human life, as well as back in the Plankatory, (spirit world). I know for a total 100% fact, that the Millionth Council uses Mind Control in numerous ways against the waking world (humanity) of this Earth-Planet. I also know that they have rigid and austere methods of operations, and why, because THEY WORK! When something is not broken, DON'T FIX IT. Stick with what works, and copy success. If the ruling Purgatites believe fully in this method of operating, then by the gods folks, you all should employ these same methods as well in your own lives. Jesus Christ, what are we, a bunch of total friggin short-bussers? In my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr, I have been targeted by this horrible bunch of bottom feeding subskummites from the spirit-world. I realize that the educated peeps insist that I am talking dinosaur here, and they call themselves the Ancient Astronaut Theorists, and that's all fine and well, whatever floats your boat. I know what is real and I have lived through enough total dog shit to drown a solar system. I am not saying that this groupation of aliens from the supernatural spirit world (Astral-Plane) cannot descend into our reality with abductions and weird flashing lights and giant round hovering saucers, and all of this and a whole lot more. I am not saying this, because of course they can. They can do unfathomable goddamn crap to us, any damn ass time they want to. Look what they have done to friggin' ass pitiful pathetic me for crying out louder than crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have learned to see patterns, and have come to observe how they follow a strict set of repetitive rules and regs. With me, in order to keep my entire life down and oppressed and unable to escape being around low life criminal drug addict type persons who do nothing but hurt me and damage my stuff and steal from me and on and on, all they have to do is keep doing the same things to me that they know for sure will always work, and this is what they do. They endlessly set up circumstances around me so that things will only stay endlessly hellish and bad for me, in places where I try to live and exist, where I try to earn a living and work, and so on. They make sure that I have no social life, they make people hate me without reason or good cause, and the list goes on and on, and yet it is one simple Tellosion tool these prick bastards always keep using against me, and that is MIND-CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!! Not my mind, but the minds of those around me, neighbors, coworkers, bosses, authorities, do you get it yet, you assholes all over the world, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo?????? If negative events and negative situations can be endlessly created and caused around a person, mortals can think of this as a CURSE. I do not know a more appropriate or educated term to use, despite sounding archaic. Dawn King would say it perfectly right about here, “It is what it is”. There is no way to break out of something if they have all the power to just keep screwing me up endlessly, by controlling people to never want anything at all good for me, ever. If they are given thoughts that I am the bad guy, I am no good, I am the prick, I am not misunderstood but rather just a son of a bitch no good bastard, who should live in a soup of maggots, then I can be sure that I will never make more than minimum wage or ever be content one bit any place where I am forced to live. So tell me how any of you would fight against this kind of unseen hellish nightmare powerful evil twisted force straight out of the gates of HELL-DOGTOWN for crissake, yo???????? Now, yesterday, on May 7, 2019, I was struck super hard by the MILITUFORCE, AND HERE ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote the mighty wonderful SIR CHESTER-FRANK here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOO, Mister Arthur Crane, and everyone else; this is why I remain forever trapped in a TIME WARP called HELL. Jimmy Carter knew it, and he TOLD ME SO. But here are the details of yesterday the seventh trucking runt day of May, yo, me wonderful Sheriff Mascara, kind sir; & just in case you care about my endless ELDER ABUSE here in your lovely wovewee county of Saint Lucie, Florida!!!!! WOW THIS!!!! My mother ducking OIL LIGHT ON MY CAR DASHBOARD IS BACK ON AGAIN, after being off for quite a while. To quote wonderful Don Feldon Maxwell Smart, “The old hit him sporadically and make him go nuts trick”. Yes sir, how we all loved that talented and great old television show, huh? Too bad I don't love living in eternal mother ducking DOGTOWN ON EARTH!!!!!!!!! Around nine last night, I WAS STRUCK WITH A HORRENDOUS PLUCKING DEATH BEAM, causing severe diareah and health abuse, on a pathetic and frail old man, SIR SHERIFF, YO, and the video cut-outs are being RADIO SATELLITE SIGNALED big time again, numerous times per day, kind sir. An old harassment is back from many years ago back in Jersey. I call it the pen-persecution trick, where somehow they muck up my pens, and nothing writes on paper. Perfectly good pens just stop writing, or they skip and barely write, breaking up and not working as they're ducking supposed to work. Death angels are real bad again, loud music outside and crash level private planes are back, AND THE LIST COULD READ ON AND ON. Roaches appearing again all over my mother plucking pathetic apartment no matter how much I spray RAID, and keep the place trucking immaculately clean and tidy, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo sir SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the list can just keep right on doing a COPPER-TOP DURACELL BATTERY here, me' goddessdog awesome BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At least LIGHTNING has been very wonderful and good to me, Sheriff sir. SHE has came around to visit with me almost daily for more than a week now. No one on this diseased evil wicked sinful planet can stop the love that Diana and I share endlessly and infinitely. HA-HA-HA. Oh yes, not even the mighty Space-Force, or (MILITUFORCE) can stop our wonderful awesome love, yo yo yo yo yo yo; and not even the dirt bag worker bees in it, the mighty and horrendous Exploratronic Supermind Society of transdimensional couch dogs, and mama faced pizza pies. The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is as some know by now, quite a group. It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death and resurrection, aliens and UFO's and the whole scene there, psychics and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in any rational way; and on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!! So why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went to. Why do they do the things like having my teacher, Misses Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school play; and zillions of other similar items, that while happening; seem totally innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight; we all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey” or the (Robin Hill Apartment Complex) as it truly came to be in the future decade. There are items that do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large and small, that definitely are. Everything is all part of something that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing that's all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not some random deal, even though it appears to be, in life's incredible illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space, so that our interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of them are pure illusion, although, when interacting; it seems more real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that, there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No interaction is ever happening, before or ahead, of any other one either. To compensate for endlessness, the Coils and the Coins, (Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same games there, carry down into the nuclear universe that the 'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as the nuclear mechanics, of how things go from singularity, out to the Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds, where star-nursery systems form, by way of 'nuke-rules'. From there, as stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still, it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin discussing here. The ESS are the GODS, or the COINS and the COILS. Coins and Coils are a totally different species than the Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The 'AAT-VAN DANIKEN Society', believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity teaches; but they are unable to make the still needed leap into seeing some of these powerful truths. The reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no different at all, from those who oppose and refute the teachings of the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal. The ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins. Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is the father of Diana Z. Arteemis; as I remember my existence in Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power. I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and she is the greatest tennis player; not only in the area proper, but the entire Province Olympia, which if measured in a human perception in mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world, or physical-plane of awake existence, and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all six directions of north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered unbeatable, and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where our tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory, as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins. These entities do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was bright, and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be anywhere around any of us; we, and up to a thousand miles around us, would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses. 15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings, and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the Purgatory, are what makes up this EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory); do they travel around and do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”!!! But what is the really big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning Goddess Diana for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She knows this, as do I. But people in her great GODS-FAMILY, have dreamed down here as the ESS, and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love Her so much. Now her parents have given me their blessing; Zeus and Leda. BUTTTTTTTT, there are cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good. Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S? You bet I do. Also, I know for a fact that Mister and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and his wife Mariena Palamalay Krassle; hate my damn guts with an Italian passion. Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from doing every slam ducking thing that I have ever tried to do in this human danglass life; all part of this organized scum against me, the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards, and 27 ugly feet, the entire 324 inches???? YOU CAN TAKE IT TO THE DANG BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE SLIT; me' kind folks! If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog, into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and against me, from the ESS, all of my entire freaking human life; I would begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months, and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a drop of liquid for 75 hours which is the human death maximum average, if memory correctly serves me here lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So again with the mother plucking rats bird swallowing “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I began pasting this at 06:42 PM and 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever beyond the enemies of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE BEING SOMEHOW ENDLESSLY BEHIND THIS GODDAMN NIGHTMARE FROM HELL, the computer just CRASHED OUT OF THE BLUE. MAGGIE WILL OF COURSE WIPE OUT A LOT OF PEEPS AND THERE WILL B SOME NATURAL DISASTERS THAT WILL ALSO B OFF THE GODDESS GLASS DAMN SCALE, LET ME ASSURE U ALL OF THISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! I shall once again now say 2-U all:
ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.
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