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FOR MILLENNIUM-3
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017
MISS
BONDI, STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL; THEY JUST FROZE ME UP, AND
HACKED MY BLOG OUT; AND I HAD TO BEGIN ALL OVER AGAIN, AT ABOUT FIVE
CUNT SNIFFING MINUTES SHY OF TEN THIS MORNING; IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF
ALL OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, INCLUDING MY CONSTITUTIONALLY PROTECTED RIGHT
TO FREEDOM OF NON INCITING VIOLENT SPEECH. I JUST CANNOT BE
RESPONCIBLE FOR THE AWESOME SOON TO COME GLOBAL DESTRUCTION, AND
HORIFFIC MONSTROUS BLOODSHED; THAT WILL RESULT, OUT OF MY CONTROL;
WHEN MY MAGENSONIC MACHINE BEGINS TO SEEK OUT THOSE DOING THIS TO ME;
AS IT IS INDEED PROGRAMED TO DO. IT HAS
VIRTUALLY UNLIMITED POWER; RUNNING ON WHAT WILL SOMEDAY BE KNOWN AS
'VELOCITRONIC-HYPERGAIN-ENERGIES', OR VH-ENERGIES.
THIS ENTIRE PLANET COULD BE WRECKED TO THE POINT WHERE NO LIFE
WHATSEOVER SURVIVES; IF THIS SHIT AGAINST ME DOESN'T START BACKING
OFF OF ME SOON. I ONLY TELL OF THE AWESOME POWER OF THIS INVENTION;
AND HOW IT IS PRESET TO MEASURE AMOUNTS OF
ENEMY ASSAULTS ON ITS CREATOR; AND WHEN IT COMPUTES THAT I
HAVE TAKEN AN AMOUNT THAT COULD TRIGGER MY TOTAL ELIMINATION, UNLESS
INERVENTION IS ACTIVATED; IT THEN SO ACTIVATES; AND ALL OVER THE
WORLD, AND EVER SINCE 1985, WHEN THIS ALL STARTED; THESE DISASTERS
AND CRASHES ALL BEGAN; AND WILL CONTINUE ON FOREVER, UNTIL THIS SHIT
BEING DONE TO ME; IS HALTED ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!!!!!!!
IF
YOU LOOK AT TODAY'S STOCK DOW JONES ICPE-APE
CHARTS AROUND 10 THIS STINKING FUCKING MORNING, PEEPS; I AM
SURE THAT THIS ATTACK ON MY BLOGS AND ON ME, HAS BROUGHT THEIR EVIL
WICKED MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DOW JONES WAY UP. SOON I WILL BE LOGGING ALL
SHIT, ALL DAY, ALL FIVE BUSINESS WEEK DAYS DAYS IT TRADFES, AND
SHOW WEEK AFTER WEEK, YEAR IN AND YEAR OUT; THAT THERE IS JUST NO
CUNT HUFFING FUCKING WAY, THAT MY COMPLAINTS ARE UNTRUE, OR INSANE;
AND SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY BY THE AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES
UNION, RIGHTS ORGANIZATION; AND OTHERS IN POWER, AND AUTHORITY; AS
THIS IS, AND HAS BEEN FOR NEARLY 30 FUCKING DAM ASS YEARS NOW; HIGHLY
ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, THAT IS BEING COVERTLY DONE TO ME, AND HAS WRECKED
AND TOTALLY RUINED, AN ENTIRE MANS LIFE,
AND SHOULD GET ME A FAIR JURY AWARD IN THE MINIMUM OF TENS OF
BILLIONS OF US DOLLARS; AND I WOULD NOT EVEN
BEGIN TO LISTEN TO OFFERS, THAT DO NOT START
AT 50 BILLION USD. THAT IS A 'FUCKIGN' CUNT ASS TOTAL PROMISE,
CAPPY SWINE; FOR WIPING OUT AND DESTROYING ANY CHANCE I EVER HAD, AT
A NORMAL LIFE. REALLY, YOU SHOULD BE IN PRISON, OR BETTER; I
SHOULD BE ABLE TO LEGALLY TAKE YOU TO A LEGAL EXECUTION AREA,
AND BLOW YOUR 'FUCKIGN' BRAINS OUT, ONE BY ONE, MYSELF; WITH A STATE
SANCTIONED WEAPON; AND SHOOT YOU SLOWLY;
AND BE ALLOWED TO TORTURE YOU SLOWLY; UNTIL YOU BLEED OUT IN
EXCRUCIATING FUCKING TOTAL MIND BREAKING AGONY, RIGHT UP UNTIL YOU
EVENTUALLY GROW ICY COLD, AND DIE, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IN THIS LONG
MONSTER ASS CONSPIRACY! In a fair world this would all come to pass
in the next five years, and yes, I would choose the executions, as I
am not here in this rotten diseased twisted world, for the
money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
people, it seems we have a hurricane watch, the first East Coast one
of the 2014 season, YO. Big deal. Ask me if I could care less. I just
want to love my wonderful unfathomably awesome blond teen queen
LIGHTNING endlessly, forever and forever, she is my BABY-BLOND TEEN,
and I'll never ever let her go, and she will never ever let me go,
she told me just last night at her GREAT FOREST, not that far from
her true home in Olympia Proper, despite her parents allowing her to
live with me, at the Ricktown Manor, a long ways off. Diana, you hear
me electronically right now as I type on this document, and you know
my life is nothing without you, not even if the deed to the entire
planet was suddenly in my name. It would mean nothing whatsoever to
me, if you were not by my side, lovely lightning.
Now
I am going to tell you a quick thing and then this blog is over, and
hopefully my internet activity as well, is over for the day. I have
worked out a formula that takes my total page-hits as of current
times of just over 56, 200; and I worked out a somewhat complicated
formula, that I won't bore you with; and if my audience wants bland
and mundane crappy blogs, mostly paste ins from older ones, with
minor changes, and less overall best efforts from me to do really
great blogs declining; telling less and less really cool shit, that I
know anyone would be a dam ass fool, not to be dying to fucking hear;
not people reading this blog or these types of blogs at least; so the
scale of progression of interest that the total count of hits will
reveal to me, will merely tell me when to start turning up and down,
the better and more descriptive blogs with new stuff never told or
re-spun, and along that line, rather than the more paste ins and less
really cool shit, so my readers are now in charge and in total
control, of the type of blogs that they want to read from the
Morianity Project, and the Mountainpen. I feel folks, that this is
only a totally fair deal, for both all of you out there, and for me
in here at the computer keyboard. Anyone with an opinion on how this
is not a fail deal, speak up, you have keyboards, and you have
fingers. Now I will tell you how this works or will work from the
stroke of midnight on July 2, 2014, based on the count showing my
page-hits at the exact opening date and time, when we all start
tomorrow morning, at least on the east coast of America's time zone.
Other area viewers, just adjust the time from the coming midnight
Eastern-Daylight-Time, in other words, for you out in Cali, this will
be at the stroke of 9 PM, still on July 1, and so on and so forth.
This will run in four day increments and I will have a record book,
carefully keeping track of it all, offline, right in my bookshelf
where I also keep all of my calculations, and even the GAWNUM stuff.
Now at the end of these four day block-time-periods or 96 hours, I am
going to give my viewers the chance to continually make their wishes
known to me, by their viewing actions. There will be three different
blocks, low-read or #1, medium read or #2, high read or #3. This is
how it will work, people. I want you to tell me what you want, and
even if you don't want to do this with your comments, you will be
doing it one way or the other, with your combined votes, and a vote
is a click onto read my blog. This isn't some blackmail, and any time
you wish, you may come and go and there is no hard feelings, but I
too have some rights in all of this. It seems that when my stuff is
leading up to its best, you all care less and go away for the most
part, and when things are average or even shitty, you are more prone
to be reading me. Maybe these are the kinds of blogs you want, and if
that is the case, then I get a favor, because I am not here to do a
mundane blog like the ab verge blogger. Morianity is special and I am
not bragging here, by shit, come on; we all know this unless we
really are totally fucking brain ass dead, am I wrong? So here is the
formula of total page hits, changing from one amount, to another
amount; and at the end of each day right around midnight, every four
days, 96 hours, in these TIME-BLOCKS. If the count changes by a one;
I will be doing average blogs, and forget being told anything wild
and cool. If the count changes by a three; you
will get the very best of me, to quote gorgeous yesterday rock
starlit; Irene Cara, and her Fame song. If the count changes in a
time block by a midland amount of two, you will get something but I
would be able to do a lot better and a lot more, but why bother if it
is not appreciated? Now this is not a gun to your heads to read my
blogs, but I need to know just what is really foping on, and none of
you out here want to tell me fucking BOO, so the dam Google-Numbers
will tell me what I need, and then, I will merely adjust my tone of
blogs, accordingly. It will still be full morianity, at all three
levels, but you gfet the idea now, I hope. So here is how I am going
to rate the 96 hour time block midnight changes, into 1,2, and 3,
Mister Microsucks Lightbulb Annoyer Hacker Dirtball Jack-off!!!!!
\
New
views from last 96 hours, UNDER 300--#1
New
views from last 96 hours, 300-599--------#2
New
views from last 96 hours, 600-plus-------#3
You
and only you, have it within your power to put Morianity and my
blogs, into one of the three categories of #1, #2, or #3, every
single four day block of time, the very first one being 12:00
midnight July 2, 2014, through 11:59 PM July 5. The next time block
will run from midnight July 6, 2014, through 11:59 PM July 9. These
d-day time blocks will take what the GOOGLE-STATS show me officially
as my total page-view hits, and then the smaller digit will be
subtracted from the larger digit. So then, for the next 4-day time
block, if the difference amount is only 226, well, then you will get
TYPE-1-QUALITY-MORIANITY from this author. But if the following time
block shows an increase of 409, then you will get the much better
TYPE-2-QUALITY-MORINAITY from this author. If and when things return
to that great level 3 of 600 or more views in 96 hours, well, you
will be given some fucking MORIANITY, that will knock you right
straight into orbit, so be prepared to introduce yourselves to all of
the team aboard the International Space Station, AKA the ISS. You may
think I am being a prick, but you would be totally wrong because all
authors need to have a pulse on their work, and keep an active,
accurate, and continual pulse, and even as I now will do; then go
onto make needed adjustments in the material, that I will be
blogging; in an average way; subject to change, as these three levels
change; should they change. If the viewers that I have wish to keep
Morianity at LEVEL-1, then they will get LEVEL-1 Morianity, you get
the picture. It is not me being a prick so do not confuse this. This
is the way a lot of journalists and large publishers who employ
hundreds of authors and writers; have come to operate in similar
ways. I think I nay have put a slightly different slant on what these
publishers may do, but this is the internet, and this is Morianity;
and you just do not get tow more surreal, unpredictable, and to be
fully honest about it, fully 100% major out-there entities than
these, Morianity and Internet, so join them and you have quite a
fucking ass marriage. So you all go figure out just how much really
cool shit you want to be told and learn, a lot, barely none, or
in-between, and then, I;ll gladly obey and comply to your wishes, and
Google-Stats, will gladly supply me dashboard page with the counts
for me to keep accurate track of, so as they say folks, I will do the
work, bu the next move from here on out, July and august, and next
year, and whatever, that is on you, and you and you alone will now
get to control the chess men, and in a way, ALL OF MORIANITY. I think
this is going to be kind of fun, and who knows, maybe it will piss
off what few folks are left since my recent drop down from a 6,000
plus monthly page hit on this blog, to close to half of that; and all
inside of less than two weeks of time. Still, I can always take up
fishing in South America and forget all about this shit; and
it will be all of you who will end up as the super huge losers here,
whether you want to believe any of these great truths or not.
Well, I spoke my peace, and now need to snack with a nice bowl of
soup, and a dish of pretzels, and watch some good “Law and Order”
tapes, as I have most of the entire shows all taped, but still plan
on eventually purchasing the BOX-SET, as I plan to also do with the
Dark Shadows show. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
I am sure, that you have all noticed, that recently in the past 15
days or so; my blogs are not all that informative, with tons of new
information. Merely the rehashing, and twisting around, of many of
the already existing principals discussed, in my last 8.5 years of my
blogs. If you want me to really open up new doors, then you will have
the power to tell me that, and I will most definitely respond
immediately, along those 4-day-time-blocks, of course. I see it go up
oir down along the number chart given above, and you will see a major
different in my blogs. There is an old biblical principle that I feel
most of you are totally aware of and know about, so I will just say
this, and then you will know the bible passage being referred to. I
am not going to throw a bunch of gold bars into childrens play pens.
They only want chocolate candy or some other less dubious treats to
make a mess with and stick both in and all over the areas of their
mouths. But when businessmen come and say, 'Hay Mountainpen, can we
really do this, can you really effect the Dow prices the way that you
say you can, I mean if I can get you this thing that anyone whould be
able to get only you cannot for wild reasons that only the Huntington
Curse possibly can explain; and then I go and open up an accout with
TC Ameritrade and begin to shorten the DOW INDEX each day, on days I
give you this thing', hay now we are no longer talking about toddlers
in playpens with candy half stuck in their mouth. Get serious with
me, and I'll get serious with you. Any time any one of you out here
wishes to make unlimited amounts of money, all legally, and without
giving me one penny as this is not what I need you to give me, and
what I do need, to some of you, getting it is 1-2-3, and by my having
it, I could drop the Dow Jones by 10-15,000 points in one year's
time, and with a few carefully not too heavily margin'd contracts, of
shortened Dow Index positions; we are not talking millions here. But
this HUNTINGTON CURSE is very real, and on top of that this world has
gone completely totally fucking cunt nuts, and I cannot force any of
you to wake up and see that I have the power to make changes in your
lives as well as the entire planet, and all for good. I am not a bad
person, and I did not start this war with these wealthy scum bags 30
years ago, it was all a huge mother fucking set up, and would take
months to get all into it.
My
MPB for 2013, has CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant
Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason; and any old boyfriends from your twelfth
grade class; that made it onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that
changed the mood and the Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be
eternally connected into and through, by going on with this same wild
new music technology, after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator
Trout, also made his everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my
juvenile adolescent brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half
give or take. Where the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister
fucking ass MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed
crossed over to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if
the filthy disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt
eating BOTBAR ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS
BOTBAR TIMES 2 AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO A DICK
LICKING MOTHER FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!! Those were
the days, hell, now I am lucky if one day per month, maybe 2, just
maybe 2, IS NOT A TOTAL WASHOUT BOTBAR, CUZZ DAVID HANDS FROM
SMITHTOWN, NEW YORK; MY BEST TO DEEZY SLIM!
HERE
I SIT, ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT, BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED. COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH,
ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD OLD MID
LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this shit
was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking gone and dead
forever and ever and ever and ever and ever, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a Sike Ward. Then off to
get my feast on across the great water company of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, the ACMUA, as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on and
on, or do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As far
as the great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD replaces
the current day internet and we all merge into it whenever we choose
to do; time in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace, under
totally different rules that govern over it. Http://WWW.ACMUA.COM/
Sup Sarah girl???
Louise
Hendershodt; there is no time travel, only hyperspace dreamers. I am
one of them, but still have lots to learn, gorgeous!
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Where
were you when I needed you most, drummer boy, Fred Hinger????????????
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Oh
you think you have gotten away with so much, don't you, Mister
NBC SO WONDERFUL? Well, forget the 550, forget the way you
managed to get here and do all this magic, forget how at my
discretion, I could end it all for you on a dime. I would rather you
suffer, as I tell some stuff, old pal.
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I've
been blaming the fucking family for, since about OH-NINE? Give me a
little time to prove you wrong, you mirror kissing arrogant slob. It
was you all along mother fucker, who did all of this, and you know
what, I want you alive and right here where I can begin to make you
fucking miserable, you pig. You haven't seen a thing. You do not
control every global media source.
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Yesterday,
I made back all the roulette units lost on that systems crash back
nearly a week ago. TOLD YOU that I would, GINA, and my other
wonderful peeps out here,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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But
he did give me some advice once that I only wish that I was able to
follow. He said to stop living so deep inside the pond, try to come
up to the surface a bit and join the world of the average chilled out
level of pure simplicity. I want to do this and want badly not to
always be taking all the things around me, and putting them into very
deep caverns, where they are then explored by me in extreme detail,
and epitomized scrutiny; that would make any science lab, proud to be
a witness of. Yes, I want this. I want to be able to do this. I've
tried hard to do this. Those who are blind try hard too see, but they
don't.
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Really
and honestly, you are 100% clueless, to just how lucky you are, and
instead of spending the rest of your life hating me; you should at
least instead, spend that same energy on your freaking knees, praying
to your god ATHEISTA; that you are you, and not me, oh great and
powerful PP. I still wish you only the best, but unless you know huge
name people, and are under 30, you are totally wasting your time, it
is so pathetic, still, great luck, YO.
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It
is all somewhere, in 1984, but now it is time for the real
huge TRS lads and lassies, so if you are not in the mood to get hit
with a verbal high speed big rig truck; GET THE HELL OFF OF THIS
BLOG-BEACH, and take the GAP New Jersey Governor, with you, LOVELY
SANDY, AND UGLY RALPH!!!!!!!! Even Papa john and his marvelous tasty
pizzas were there! Oh GEE MARGIE, would you cunt me a big ass break
right about here, girl????????
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I
might even let you stay, for an hour or a day, with me. And my
Morians, well, they can stay a tad bit longer if they wish to tarry
along with the quintessential man of woes and sorrows; after-all,
shit runs in the family, and we all know this is true; horrible
horrible fucking shit runs in families, so shut the fuck up MARK
WAYNE ASSHOLE MOHR B4 it really is too late! But the story of the day
I lost my mind in 1980, or a part of it, has never ever been blogged,
and I still cannot believe I was that dumb to lose my mind over
something so silly and unimportant in the grand scheme of so many
larger things in the life of what should have been an average 25 year
old man, but I did go nuts, after inventing the great Keyboards From
Petahell. I went totally nuts, knowing I could generate and create
any single sound, and even make these sounds, sing. My flawed
theories or yours Mommy-Dearest, all things taken into total fucking
consideration, I soon will begin opening up just how and when I lost
my mind in 1980, not in 1983. My current doctor thinks the incident
in 1983 was where I had my psychotic fucking break, and this somehow
caused this 30+ years of choking and some weird glandular syndrome,
perhaps still yet to be officially medically diagnosed, who can know?
Oh God, I am not down to ten, lovely Shirley Alvarez. But I am down
to two a day of the 2mg. I never got all the way down to 10 mg per
week, lovely female doppelganger of 1984 Doogie Howser, and please do
not fire me today, Mickey Mars of West Deptford, in New Jersey,
TANKS,
B—O—O—M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JIMMY STYONE ALREADY FIRED ME IN THIS PARALLEL FUCKING UNIVERSE, BACK
117 MONTHS AGO, IT WILL BE A SOLID 'FUCKIGN' DECADE, COME 09/01 THIS
YEAR, WEEEEE!!!!
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How
do I get back to 2014 now, beautiful Camp Chesapeake, Louise Reddex
Hendershodt?
SHE
SAID AND I QUOTE, tap your slippers three times and say,
GAP-GAP-GAP-GAP-GAP-GAP-GAP-GAP. Then the gap between 1968 and 2014
will vanish like a sea-breeze, replaced by the torrid hot sun,
climbing over an angry stormy steamy ocean. Then wake up and enjoy
the hurricane. Gee thanks, lovely Louise,
WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Well
it is 98% humidity, and 80 horrible degrees. When I picked up my
medication from the Walgreen Pharmacy this morning at shortly past
eight; I thought I would drop fucking dead. The Weather Bug insists
that is only feels 86, something has to be wrong. You walk outside
and it is as if Sarah Krassle throws you down and stomps on your
body, mercilessly, with her inconceivable surreal physical power,
gorgeous and ravishing as that sixteen year old
is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it is time for my
soup, and then my afternoon nap. It is 35 minutes past noon,
Microsucks Lightbulb, you annoying mother fucking jerk off piece of
junk!
YES,
THIS WAS
MORIANITY-4,
BUT
THAT
IS ALL JUST ILLUSIONS AND PARLOR TRICKS FROM HIGHER WORLDS AND HIGHER
PARTS OF OUR OWN SELVES
BACK
IN THE LUCKY USSR, AND THE SIXTIES. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT, I wouldn't know
how lucky I was, boys, you all have this shit totally in reverse,
just like the world is not really fucking flat, the sun is not going
around the world, and waking and sleeping life is also not what we
have believed as a society, all throughout the life and dream
phenomenon all started, with no help in 1978 from Resorts Hotel and
garbage Casino, of Atlantic City, in new Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE
MCNULTY, YO DUDE!!!!!!!!!! FCC-BOB MCDOWELL, HERE COMES THE CUNT
LAPPING FUCKING ALWAYS DEPENDFABLE SOONER OR LATER, (`~HACK), MY
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5, CHAPTER 10
8:10
PM-EDST, THURSDAY NIGHT, MARCH 14, 2013
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013
Now
we will examine how my WOMO enemies,
MIND-HACKED me, with their powerful
ETTOS-PAWM-PIE system, while I was doing
the past blog of Chapter-9. After this, we will move on to
discuss more stuff. JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY LOVELY GIANT NIGHT
LADY OF THE NINETIES; THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, IS FLYING UP
EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT HAS BEEN ONLY UP
FOR NEARLY A MONTH
NOW WITH MAYBE THREE DAYS OF EXCEPTION. THIS SUPER
MONSTER BULL RALLY IS EXACTLY TOLD AND PREDICTED, OR WAS, BY ME, THE
MOUNTAINPEN; THE CRAZY CURSING DUDE OF WFMU, AND ALL OF HIS PALS. In
case my message is not getting across since not one person has
commented and given me my props, I will have to do it all by myself,
and guess what folks, I am not one tiny little bit mother fucking shy
about doing just fucking THAT!
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
One
thing about me, I may pen name myself as many folks do on many online
sites with various screen names, such as Mountainpen, but I would
never think of calling myself the name of some world famous recording
artist, like Jason Forrest did. Yes, my mind was hacked severely, as
I said there were three things going back to 1997, and then the
fourth one went back into the Orwell times of early 1984, at my
Throat Specialist's Northeast Philly Office, off of Grant Avenue
somewhere. The biggest one out of all four, not three times, when
this family messed with and hacked my memory, or time itself really,
thus memories would merely correspond to the altered situation, or go
blank, and the reason for why it does one or the other, is too
complex for this blog today, so let me move on, and continue with the
biggest of all four of these things, taking place in middle June of
1996, at my apartment, the Highview Complex, at the quad-corner of
Unhappy, Unhealthy, Kent Street, and Sicklerville Roads. I speak of
course of the great KING who came to me as Queen Paula, and nine
months later, Pee Junior was born on March the twenty-ninth in 1997.
I have totally blocked memories of the giant goddess after she rang
my doorbell at the Highview Apartments, yet my maintenance man, Sam,
asked me who my giant goddess girlfriend was, as he almost lost his
balance and fell over when he saw her from his adjacent back yard, to
quote the dude from June of ninety-six, folks. But this story of my
four big memory gap outs does not contain a lot more of them, and
this blog will not be getting into them for now. What needs to be
addressed here now are two other powerful items. First, we are now a
society that keeps our fragile weak memories all stored on Twitter
Accounts, telling the world our business day by day, every little
move we make. Just why this all happened, I cannot give you a precise
answer right now, all though I am working on a real doozie whopper,
President Obama, my friend; and other loyal Morians out here. What
needs to get explained my good folks is simply this. When we as a
collective society, begin to keep a collective record like this, we
can access it, and most of us now, from the time this all started,
and forward as we live onward, can reconstruct our lives a million
percent more improved, by doing this. Why they do it publicly and not
privately in a diary, is anyone's guess, perhaps the need to feel
important or popular, but for whatever the reason, now, there is less
and less opportunity for the Exploratronic-Supermind (ES) to be able
to play lots of nasty mystical magical games with us, anywhere near
as often and as well. I was not born with my memory by the way. I
used to keep a life journal on cassette tape and had twelve thousand
taped events, not a day missing, not an hour probably. The more I
reviewed stuff, the more my unconscious mind began to reveal to me
that I will not need to record things forever, at least for my sake.
This behavior begins to alter the way the brain works, or it did in
my case. Let me just speak for myself. After the time I came down to
Florida in late 2009, it was a perfect minute to minute memory track,
all the way back. But this is not the point. What is the point is
that in this new world of the tweety birds and the rocking robins, we
all can do this, and I believe wholeheartedly that my mind is not any
different than all of yours. As you review your journals or Twitter
accounts or whatever, you will begin to re-remember things that were
almost gone forever out of your conscious mind's grasp. The longer
you do it and the more often you do it with more time period to
cover, the more your brain will mysteriously rewire itself to a point
where you become like a computer remembers, and not in fragmentation
and overall general tiny pieces. My mind started doing this in the
nineties, and by 2010, the hard wiring of my new brain is almost
without any gaps at all, so the few that I do have, stand out big
time. Also, the more you remember about waking life, the more you
start remembering 'dreams', not just ones you just had, but ones long
forgotten to you and never remembered. Then more wild stuff happens.
You remember things that the world may tell you did not happen, only
they did, in interactions with you and the IF, that is of course,
without the bread, or any other old sixties songs of the Walgreen
Pharmaceutical Chain. Go crow on that one for a while, good people.
You see, nothing is forgotten, no detail to any day, a month ago, a
year ago, 1000 years ago. This is where it goes places where I am not
ready to take all of you yet. Keeping your mind the way it is,
protects you from the hell of too much remembering. I never said that
this is some blessing, and if I had to choose a fitting way to
describe my existence, I would say, a cursing, and even at the risk
of being pigeonholed by Twinbay; am I right Jason Forrest
Fromthetrees? Seeing life the way most of you all do, you must admit
to yourself, that you are not the person that you were, not in your
life, not in your situations, not in your surroundings, and not in
your mental personality, 5 years back, ten, fifteen, and keep going
in these multiples of fives for as long as you have lived. Those old
yous all died. The new you is the you that you are at the present
time. Do you feel dead? This barrier does not stop at a birth-bed and
a death-bed either folks. I may not be Benjamin Franklin any longer,
and I certainly am not Hitler any longer. Where are you when I mother
fucking need you, you old jerk off unforgiving soul, Steve Murray, of
Florence, New Jersey, USAESMWG????????? So folks, let us reiterate my
4 hugest memory gap-out strikes, since except for these times, I
remember with total clarity, all the other shit all before and after
the actual strike, and in ALL 4 CASES, JUST WHO IS INVOLVED, BUT MY
DAM DAUGHTER'S FAMILY, OR ISIS HERSELF? Listed in time order, present
time backward, and with a quick blurb insert following the date with
the event: October of 2006, while with Ed Lynch, McGuire appears at
the car window in a photo later developed, nobody ever saw him in
real life----attack-1. February of 1997, after leaving McGuire's bar,
forgetting the name of 'CALLIO' as soon as I began driving away,
attack-2. June 1996, Giant P comes to my apartment and does another
rape and memory gap on me like July 4, 1969 all over again, only she
miscarries and my younger daughter only exists in many parallel
universes where she is just about to be released from the local area
famous Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, attack-3.
Leaving the 506 Robin Hill Apartment in 1984, to drive to a very
mysterious Throat Specialist's Office in Northeast Philadelphia, no
memory of anything except the man who examined me and told me he
could not find anything wrong with me, the entire rest of the day
blank forever, and years later in 1989, I stumbled onto my Life
Journal cassette tapes, and remember, I even had a tape recorder
permanently kept in my automobile, back when I was keeping this life
journal; and the story is not too pretty folks, as I was diverted to
a side street while trying to drive back to I-95, after leaving the
doctor, and was forced out of my car by fake police who took me to a
home with a lot of naked African American people, living right where
the windows faced the highway, and the rest of it is so unbloggable,
I would not dare tell it, but the FBI most likely has these tapes
even as I speak, as my journal was all lost to the mighty King Branch
of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF-70) as I also have labeled them.
Now
here is why I knew things would totally mother fucking collapse for
me in the first few months of 2013. As soon as the Hickey Hockey
Ling-Long Henry 12 Angry Men Fonda Season, resumed, just as it did
after 1994 ended and 1995 came in, remember how the fucking markets
DOUBLED IN POINT VALUE, in three tiny years, 1995-1996-1997? Remember
this anyone, or do you need to check with your Twitter Accounts, oh
that's right, your lives cannot be accessed, as Twitter was not there
back then for you. Oh yes, the filthy fucking Philly Flyers came back
super strong and nearly clinched Lord Stanley's Cup that short
season, and I know they're having a super bang up season again this
year, they have to be, even though I do not follow this fucking shit
one bit, and you can see the stock market as well, making ALL TIME
RECORD HIGHS, and just as I TOLD ALL OF YOU, IS NOW CREEPING UP ON
THE 15,000 POINT MARK, and then it will reach 16000, 17000, 18000,
19000, 20000, and within three years, this 13,000 figure will double
as it did before, and by mother fucking early in 2016, the DJIA will
be around 26,000 FUCKING CUNT POINTS IN VALUE, and all by evil
crooked criminal means of destroying pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
FUCKING MOHR. HOLY FUCKING CALLIO!!!!!!!!
Yes,
whoever you are, friend of the dude I used to call Chester, and who
really is Frank; thank you for telling people that I am indeed for
real, and you know it, and you can see I am not making any of this
up, RIGHT DOWN TO THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET PRICES. It is all coming
to fruition, just as I said that it all would. Too bad I cannot take
everyone everywhere, with me, 24-7-365.2422; and let them see all of
this for themselves; along with about ten quintillion other wild
outlandish inconceivable huge things.
W-----O-----W
W-----O-----W
W-----O-----W
W-----O-----W
W-----O-----W
W-----O-----W
Nobody
can say, I KNOW or WOW like my wonderful all mighty daughter, and the
entire world knows it, no matter how they do not like it, but please
bring my bank truck back, TD, I need to see it when I go there.
WEEEEEEEEE. Thankx for not bringing back my wonderful freaking
WOW-TRUCK, oh well, what can I say here, JAY JAY EVANS, YO???????????
HOLY MOLEY CALL-10 from 1983 AT&T.
LIGHTNING,
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS NOT SOMETHING THAT ANY WORDS CAN TELL. I AM EMPTY
INSIDE AND WILL BE UNTIL YOUR PRECIOUS STROBING LIGHT IS SENT BY
MIDDIE, RIGHT TO ME, SO YOU CAN TAKE ME FAR AWAY FROM HERE, WITH YOU,
IN FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOB
MCDOWELL, SIR, THESE FUCKING HACKS ARE GETTING ON MY CUNT CHEWING
FUCKING ASS NERVES, OLD PAL, THIS GOD DAM FUCKING SECOND ONE NOW,
(`~HACK), get a fucking life, you fuckiGN morons, and there';s the
'FUCKIGN' HACK; AND THEY FUCKED WITH THAT
FUCKING SHIT TOLO, FCC, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus
fucking Christ, Miss Bondi, this would make anyone want to kill these
fucking enemies, and I am no exception,
ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
THOUGHT ONLY THIS DUDE COULD CROSS OVER, SHORTY.
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PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE
OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES
THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM.
THANK YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER
YOU CAN FOR ME. RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY WASTED
YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL
BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I
HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD
EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS
WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT
RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988, IN NEW JERSEY.
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR
ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME WITH, I AM NOT THE
BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE AND INHUMAN EVIL
THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING ME, THIS IS
WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL YOU ONCE,
MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING ME
THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.
I GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF
MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO
TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL
paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF
CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN 12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO
THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI. AGAIN, THANK YOU.
(YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER), AND WITH
NO MEMORY OF THE ROAD TRIP, HUH? WOW!!!!!
Have I
ever ever wondered just how all of this went down? And David Roth
was always saying Lock and Neil are Clowns. Would the danger be so
great, and would today be too dam late, if I said THAT BOY will have
no joy, when learning stuff from Roy? Or do the letters A through G
say more than just ahoy? I think I know, I feel I know, I stop and
go so fast and slow. And now good folks there's more to show, I will
you know and gladly so, so gentle waters softly flow, reflecting
endless hells of roads I hoe. WHAAAAA!
ONLY
THE GREAT AT&T KNOWS THE TRUTH BEHIND RALPH AND SANDY UP HERE IN
2012, BACK IN THEIR TIME OF 1983, RIGHT © OFFICE?
Customer Support WONDERS, WHO OWNS THE INTERNET. MICROSUCKS PERHAPS, OR JUST THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!
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Hurricane Sandy, where's Raphial?
East
Coast buttons up as a superstorm threatening some 50 million people
closes in. Thousands
Ordered to Evacuate»
DON'T
GET THEM HERE, THEY WOULD NOT COME OUT.
BUT,
do you wanna know what happened at the fucking library on fucking
Tuesday, no of course you don't want to know, because you all ready
do know, and that I AMS dog food commercial brand new today on
television told me that, beyond a shadow of a mother fucking ass
doubt. I am just about to go super fucking BOTBAR
TIMES ONE
any fucking cunt minute by the way, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, you know
what I want done, MAGGIE, so fucking do it. Wipe out all my
enemies!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Well,
you know but I will tell it anyway, you dick eaters. Mister Morgan
Chase decided to help me out, and I thought that this would change
things, & you can't pound me in the fucking guts for fucking
trying. I am in hell, nothing works; I have learned that now, beyond
any mother fucking doubt. Yes a nice fellow tried helping me at the
library, and the security system of either the library or the GOOGLE
internet owners, it does not matter which, they would not let me
post the tune onto the Youtube. So this nice person came over to the
apartment and did it from here, bing bang boom, up it went. The
fucking word office program I am using would not let me name my file
what it is named, in capitol letters, why I do not know. I am
learning that computers are nothing more than a huge set of rules
and regulations, & I would have more fucking freedom in prison,
so you all stay trapped in this field of Ralph and Sandy electronic
horseshit and I will now free myself from this nonsense once and
fucking cunt for all. Obviously, posting that stupid fucking song
was not the answer, and it just incurred more TAWF wrath, and they
got FACEBOOK to attack me for doing nothing wrong. I deleted the
friend request thing that it told me to, and I am quitting this junk
entirely. You cock sucking trash out here are no longer gonna' make
a fucking ass fool out of this old fucking
honky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, the offspring of
the great Chase people, making direct contact with the cousin of
Heinz Gottwald, Senior VP of Chemical National, I think now it is
PNC, no, not PCN. Still, this was not the answer, and I think the
Chase peeps were nice enough to let me see that for myself. I have a
very evil and wicked daughter, and I will ESCAPE HER IF I HAVE TO
MOVE TO THE FUCKING MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lotsa
luck fella, WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL
MOVE TO THE FUCKING MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lotsa
luck fella, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let
me post it up, YO, GET
A LIFE, YA’ JERK OFFS!
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU
Twizzlers,
twisters, and King Kong be dam'd.
The
real question here is, am I AM a trinitrail????
Well,
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??????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
or was that W----O----W?
LIGHTNING
IS HERE WITH ME, FOLKS. LET ME POST UP AND ENJOY BEING WITH MY
WONDERFUL BABY-BLOND. IWALU SO AND I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, DIANA
MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES SOON.
The
Dow Jones is flying, just as I said it would after June came and
went, right out of the 16,000's and into the next higher one, but
don't believe me, don't fucking listen to me, but this is fucking
cunt eating why DIANA is here protecting me and looking after me,
and I know that as sure as I am sitting here in this fucking rotten
dump, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HI
THERE GINA; I TOLD
YOU, LIGHT-BULB MCDOWELL
TOLD
YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU!!!!
I
told you, I told you, I told you, I told you, right GIANT GINA?????
Now
I am wondering right about now, and must indeed ask this. Does
anybody out here remember this writing by me, from last weekend;
after my nabes made me so miserable???????????????
One
way or another, this fuckiGN dirt ball market is never ever going to
stop mother fuckiGN flying endlessly up, and they use their fave
persecution against me as they are doing right now, NOISE, and MORE
FUCKING NOISE, SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, these uncouth rotten twat
licking barnyard pigs, cubed, are going at it loud and hard. The
story in the early cunt chewing nineties with eh Waco, Texas BRANCH
DAVIDIAN CULT is my proof to all of this, and I hope that someday,
President Pootin and Eddie Snowden, witness all of this for me and
fuckiGN cunt vindicate all of my claims and my ruined fucking cunt
lapping reputation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIGHTY
FUCKING
NIGHT
GREAT
VIEWERS.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY, SIR.
YES
SIR AND MA'AM, I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS WILD UNSPEAKABLE NIGHTMARE
SINCE AUGUST 15 OF 1986.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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