There
are powerful PC numbers, as well as powerful other items
all around us. But that old example never dies, a man who lives and
dies in his home with fifty million in gold hidden below his basement
floor, will live like a poor man, even though a higher reality is
there all throughout his life, that makes it potentially so easy to
change the entire course of his life. I find myself thinking of this
upon so many occasions, not the money, but the incredible and
powerful principle behind this fucking wisdom!
MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660.
MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-660 ARE AS FOLLOWS, DEAR DIARY FROM
1983 ADEG, BUT NOT ET, © OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!
FREDERICK
HINGER, DREAMS, POLICE, BERLIN, WEALTH, ESTELLE ANDERSON, MY
ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I.
Well before the
Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with the also late
Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David Charles Roth
again, “while
water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and
assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”;
all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His
lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story
that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come
to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I
understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a
crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and
you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy!
WELL,
ANYONE WHO KNOWS WHAT I SUFFER THROUGH, KNOWS THAT I WILL GET THE
CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF ME BY LOVELY SARAH KRASSLE AS SOON AS I GO TO
SLEEP LATER; BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID, AND SO IT WAS, AND YES DAVID; I
AM GOING TO GO AND WASH MY HANDS, WITH A VERY RED AND BLOODY
SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTH JUST AS SOON AS I POST AND
PUBLISH THIS CASSETTE TAPE. GEE, I NEVER THOUGHT BACK IN 1980, I
WOULD BE POSTING AND PUBLISHING CASSETTE TAPES; BUT THAT IS NOT ALL I
WAS TOTALLY IN THE DAM DARK ABOUT, BACK IN 1980. HOLY TOLEDO-POP; YOU
SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT TOWN IN SHAME, NOW IT SEEMS THAT BOTH SIDES OF
THIS SCREWEY FAMILY IS AS TWISTED AS A LONG CANDY STICK MADE AT
MCANDREWS AND FORBES OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, RIGHT ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR OF 1989, AND LOVELY SIDEKICK MEANINE, DONNA SPITNOSE SPINOSI?
JUST WHAT DID KIRK AND ROTTEN BERRIES AND THE GANG ALL KNOW ABOUT
this POOR TRAVELING FOOL FROM FUCKING ASS NEW JERSEY, MISTER BERMAN
AND MISTER PILLER, YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????????????????
AUGUST
21, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 2:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE (96-75)
CURRENT
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING 86.
MAJOR
FUCKING COMPUTER HACKING, AS ALWAYS, IT GETS SUPER FUCKING
CUNBT BAD, FCC BOB MCDOWELL WHEN THE STOCK MARKET RALLIES FOR WEEKS
AT A TIME, AS IT NOW, AND AS I FORETOLD, IS FUCKING CUNT DOING, AND I
NEED SOME MOTHER FUCKING HELP OLD BUDDY, OLD PAL, AND SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
ARE TWO MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR SIEGES THAT STRIKE ME EACH YEAR, SINCE
THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN.
THEY ARE SUMMER SIEGE, AND
THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE. THIS HAS BEEN
DISCUSSED ON MANY A PRIOR OLDER BLOG, ESPECIALLY ON BLOGS THAT YOU
NEED TO FUCKING ARCHIVE TO GET TO, USING MY PASTED IN ARCHIVE ON MANY
BLOGS, SUCH AS THIS NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
WHAT
ARE THE GATES OF HELL U ASK? The DJIA!
BLOG
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lapping Mack Truck, MASHELL DANIELS OF 1980.
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RIGHT HOPE KERNAN, OLD GIRLFRIEND?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If MP wasn't reading my
blogs in 2009 along with my kid; I will jump into a lake of fucking
fire and sing 'YBCO' in high-G, and you don't wanna' hear me do that,
folks, ask MC and her new godmother!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks a gillion for
being so very nice to me, HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the
blogs Mizz P and her weirdo hubby were reading, are not this current
one, and need to be archived by using the links below, good kind
folks, wo wo wo wo Billy Harner! I hate those Honda's, but those
Saturn's have really fucking cool ass safety belts, Stephanie Mills,
so laugh that off and kick me down some stairs while you're fucking
at it, YO!!!!!!!! My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a
washcloth? WOW, so many like you tried to tell me shit, back door
style; and
got fucking totally screwed for so much as even doing that little
bit!
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OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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Oh
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IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT EATING
HELL ELSE, YO?
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'GEE-TANKS!!!!'
SO
WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
Something
Mister Spock said, on the original show called “Star Trek”a while
back, in the sixties; applies very well here with all of this, my
friends. Actually he said this to his Vulcan Wife 'Tupring' or
however you might spell her character-name; in a reply and response
to her very logical explanation to him, of why she had done what she
had done; and I'll never forget his words from that show, not ever.
“Sometimes
having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does
anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is
always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass human
beings? This is another one of LIFES SUPER REVERSAL MIRAGES OF THE
TALOSIAN REALITY SYNDROME, you know, the world appears flat at sea
level, the sun seems to come up in the east and go down in the west
and waking life has always been what homosapiens believe to be the
realer life they call consciousness, while our great dreaming lives
are subconsciousness and less real? I could go on and on, and most
know that. NO HACKER SCUM BAG, I COULD GO ON AN DON AND DON, BUT WHAT
SENSE DOES THAT MAKE, asshole mother fuckers? Oh I remember, it makes
perfect sense. How can we fuck up his blog and make him “LOOK LIKE
A BRUCE GOLDBERG NUT”. Gee was it that easy to see through that
little water ahead of us that ain't fucking there? W—O—W THAT!!!!
NO
BRAIN,
huh Lois Foca, ANTI
GRAVITY,
ROGER ALL OF THESE WILD YOGI BASEBALL BERRA COINCIDENCES; OH
GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) LOVELY WHITTLE WORL'?????????
Where are you when I fucking goddess dam need you, Professor M. Kaku,
NYU????????????????????
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS,
and more friggin' EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT
RED
ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT
RED
ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT
RED
ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I
now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows;
this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate;
despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was
quite well known in my generation.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
WHERE
ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? I REALLY NEED YOU MY ENDLESS LOVE.
PROTECT ME FROM THIS GARBAGE SWALLOWING MILITFORCE, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE
BABY-BLOND; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW
MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL THESE PEOPLE, BEOFRE THEY WILL LI---SEN
TO ME. THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS
BLOWING IN THE WIND. This part of my blog cannot be copyrighted, it
is lyrics from that wonderful great old song that us old mothe
rfuckign worthless farts all know and sing from time to time, sweet
adorable world out there, WHAAA!
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
MUCH! Baby-girl, I NEED YOU CODES TO SHOW, P. GIRL. I KNOW THAT YOU
LOVE AND NEED ME 2, DZA!!!!
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
Journal
Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.
Prof.
Michio Kaku is from NY City University. (NYU)
Use
#25,771, Journal Tape, when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current
blog, and also JCT #25801.
JOURNAL
TAPE #25,788, long blog with many good paste in photos
FONT
'MARLETT' MAKES SYMBOLS WHEN TYPING NUMBERS, USE IN BLOGGING,
depending on what blog site is posted up to.
CRISIS
LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY
BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING,
RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING,
STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE; MISTER PAVAROTTI.
>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
YOU
ARE READING CHAPTER 029 IN THE BLOG BOOK “ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG”. WEEEEEEEEE!
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU!!!!!!!
Try
not to make fun of my old 1994 car, gorgeous Stephanie!
(PHOTOS) Human Brain, courtesy of the National Geographic Society. AHA-AHA-AHA MICHAEL MCNULTY FROM 1971!
Mind
is truly gravity,
at
absolute zero dimension.
Scientists call it many things from dark matter to gray matter, if
you can tolerate a little stair-chase New York humor, folks,
WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our dream out and away from void zero
dimension is the resulting big bang of the first lawtron. But why
does all of it work as it does? Simple. There are only so many
possible combinations for anything, even if that number had more
zeros than the universe could allow to be printed after a digit from
one to nine. So whatever is making all of this work to our fixed
present point, it is happening because, now get this folks, of all of
the rest of the possible combinations all happening someplace else,
and you are now one with the one that is remaining or left, and this
is what you call your PRESENT MOMENT. GEE, grasp this truth and you
WILL be in the mother fuckiGN sike ward where DOCK SCHORR wants to
put me, I am quite sure, even at nice days on the beach!!!!!!!!!!!
UH-OH Bobby McDowell; here
comes the mother fucking (`~HACK) YO,
can yo please help fucking me, old pal? TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone
is attacking my heart,
ACLU and Pam
Bondi, State Attorney General!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AT
4:30 AM, 08-21-2014, a legal recording!!!!!!!
In
blogs I have done over the past eight years now; quite a small feet
if I may say so myself, good folks; I have discussed the FASCITAR,
and told a small bit of this ancient ultra secret set of paranormal
instructions, for proving to anyone; that atheists are all wrong
about nothing being ''beyond'' this so called waking and mortal life.
I do not make this judgment call, so don't come at me with sticks and
stones and knives and guns, please. The Fascitar makes this claim,
and then goes on to verify its claim, to anyone who has the fucking
balls to properly use it, and thus see it all for themselves. I do
not plan on rehashing any of these instructions or even reiterating
what it is all about, not here on this blog, as that is not a part of
the point that this writing will be trying to make. All I want said
about it is that is more secret than anything else kept and called a
secret, and that if released into the general population, it would be
a matter of only a short space of time, that all of humankind and its
organized power structure large religions, would dissolve away and be
exposed for the total frauds they are, in a nutshell, being there to
give hope to those who fear death and hell, the hell part created by
them to generate that fear, and other things time prevents me from
detailing on this particular writing. But it is all there, if anyone
should have the desire and the time, to archive my blogs that show
up, these current ones, and then on this current one, on many of
these blogs, I show the BIO-PAGE, where you can click next to any of
five bullets that name my five original blogs, on BLOGGER DOT COM,
beginning in January of 2006. This appears right next to a normally
larger font made by me, area, saying' ''MY
BLOGS''. Now we move this along to part two of four which is
the JACOBSON, and also known in
my blog texts and writings since the near beginning of them, as SARAH
JACOBSON; from the New Jersey Rehab System
of Camden, New Jersey, and who attended the REHAB CLASS,
in the same special education school that I went to, on Hopkins Lane,
in Haddonfield, New Jersey; back as the nineteen-seventies began to
come into the scene, replacing the love/hate sixties' truly known in
all of its mysterious numerous ways, by only those who were there to
live and experience these wild times.
Sarah
Jacobson was not an ordinary girl by any stretch of anybody's
imagination. She was extremely lovely with long dark hair, extremely
tall, unfathomably physically strong, the coolest personality in the
world, and seemed to have advance knowledge of future events, as did
some others in this lace just a short while back, coming to mind
first and foremost, is Misses Marola, who knew the way the first ten
years of the following century were going to be pronounced, while
nobody else seemed to, and other stuff is just as suspect as well,
leading me to the conclusion that right after she was suddenly gone,
her replacement as a younger self was immediate, the JACOBSON.
Without boring anyone to tears and back, all the way to Christmas of
twenty-seventeen or so, I'll abridge, compress, and transform what
comes next, into a real short and sweet little ditty of words that
tell what needs to be told, without any of the fat or window
dressing. It will be thinned out to anorexic proportions, but you
will get the connections, if you want to, and if you really are
trying to, good peeps.
Misses
Marola insisted that I do something, not on school time, and where
she did not have the authority to be so ultimately relentless with me
against my will, but did it anyway, and it all led me to be at a
place at a totally different time on May the Thirtieth of 1969, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, than would have been the case if she had
not forced this issue, and this event, altered the course of my life,
and many many lives around the world to this very day. All
major events that pertain to the story of Mountainpen and morianity,
and MARK WAYNE MOHR, seem to be on and occur on A
LEGAL UNITED STATES HOLIDAY. This goes quite a bit beyond
mere happenstance or coincidence. You may insist on disagreeing with
me, and as I said many times, I am willing to fight and die on any
battlefield in this world, for your right to indeed do so, stupid as
disagreeing with me about all these things possibly being
coincidental, may be.
Now
this was a teacher in this special education school, and she was my
teacher, from early middle February through late into June, back in
1969. Once she did her job, knowing already that my days with Sarah
on Tennessee Avenue were winding down on this last summer of running
into her, somehow, but she knew it, believe that; this is when on the
following spring in 1970, my encounter with the great next paranormal
person to come into my life, indeed happened, the JACOBSON. I am not
at liberty to tell all that I want to here. The world simply is not
ready to accept so much. After all I went through with all of this,
even I am light years away from understanding and appreciating the
full scope of this big-picture story happening all around me and even
still to this very day, so how the devil can I in good conscience
expect anyone else to GET IT?
Still,
SHE HAPPENED, and it was very major. She did things to me both while
I was awake and asleep, that both Sarah from Tennessee Avenue did to
me, and way up in my adult life, her newest persona has done,
beginning in 1997 and then going on a lull for a while until a full
11 years ticked by past then. Only so much more connects all of this
that volume sized encyclopedias would never contain it in proper
elucidated details that would not leave any kind of blanks or skips
in this awesome and inconceivable story. Now, and since 1980, I no
longer have one paranormal, but two paranormal ''people'' that mess
with me, when the mood strikes them, despite my recent best attempts
to distance myself totally away from them. And the coincidental thing
pops right up again, as when I get the next phase or 3 of 4, the
TRUMP, he does the very same
thing, by stuff he did and bought, that made the few things I used to
enjoy in my rotten life, all turn into total pig crap at the speed of
light, such as buying up all the pageants of beauty queens, and along
these lines, and there are many others, way too numerous to get into,
on this text here today. On top of these interconnecting items that
few have the psychic energy or PERCEPTION
to properly even begin to see, or 'spiritually
visualize' so to speak; is the way an entire life can be seen
if you stand back away from it as a totally neutral observing
outsider; and watch what I jokingly now call, ''HALLS FAWCES'',
working through an entire huge operation, that makes things all
happen, no matter how incredibly hard one might try and fight against
it, it is exactly like swimming against a rip tide on steroids, and
being four years old, and who had just been taught to swim a day or
two ago.
Now
speaking of invader Phase-4 entity TRUMP, not the brain or body; but
the 'HIM' that is inside of it, that no surgeon could ever cut open,
and then so much as hope to witness or observe or measure in any
meaningful way, not yet with today's teck, right Professor
SCI-CH-KAKU?, but yes, speaking of this wild dude who influenced me
to create him on a 1980 open reel semi-pro mastering machine called
the RS-1500-US tape recording machine, where would I even think of
starting? I could type for a year, and not tell it all, so why even
begin such a futile time wasting energy wasting endeavor? I won't.
BUTT, it is time to draw the connecting FAWCES of mister Hall, into
these three items, FASCITAR, JACOBSON, TRUMP. This item is called the
electromagnetic spectrum. Again, I will shorten a quick lecture about
all of this to get a few of my smarter readers really thinking and
maybe drooling on their shoes; but that is all I can do. It would
take lifetimes to try and explain the life that I have already lived,
and just as me, in three dimensions, as Mark Wayne Mohr. I could give
all of you the accepted scientific explanation first off of just what
really, this mysterious sounding item is all about, the EM spectrum,
but that is for the birds. That won't cut any mustard is so far as my
attempt to connect it up to these other three items, not that
anything will, but old gambler me, as many of you already know;
always plays the odds, or said perhaps somewhat more accurately,
tries to pick and choose the very best odds, in all of life's many
situations.
Yes
there is a line that stretches very far to the left and to the right,
and has a speck in the middle called VL (Visible Light). It is just a
fancy scale that measures how quickly things vibrate. Vibration gives
off heat, more of it gives off light, still more gives off many types
of invisible light rays and waves. But telling you this would get me
an A on a term paper in college, for the best down to Earth and
compressed explanation of this subject, and getting an a in some
hypothetical college, is not what this blog is about by a long shot
and a half, so I'll move on and finish my dissertation. Folks, in the
world of the subatomic where nothing is anywhere near the size of an
atom, the rules that govern the physicality of things also are not
the same as those that govern in post atom sized realities. These
rules, laws, or anything you wish to think of them as, are very real,
and they do not bend and are indeed inviolate. Nobody breaks the laws
of anything, from all the basic engineering principles, to
hydrodynamics to aerodynamics, and on and on, it is not going to
happen. As technology improves, and life appears to be breaking the
laws of physics to some degree here and there, you need to see this
as another one of life's so many great parlor illusions. In truth an
honesty, when things around us advance and improve, it is because the
collective mind has not figured out ways to BREAK the LAWS that
govern our world, but because it has figured out ways to interact
MORE EFFICIENTLY within these laws that govern our world. In a real
nutshell with volumes of potential text removed; all I'm saying my
peeps, is this. This smaller realm of what the men and women of
science call ''sub-atomic', or the ASTRAL PLANE, is a reflectional
image of what this realm then goes onto create. It does this creating
by a process that is quite natural, but not to the scientist. The
entities of this realm, DREAM-DOWN into hyperspace mortal world
existences. They lose energy through numerous interactions, and the
way it is regenerated is to sleep and dream, the very opposite of how
humans on Earth think of their human lives and falling asleep and
dreaming every so many hours when they wear out for the day, and need
a recharge. But coming from this realm, where forces are beyond
mysterious; and where there is no space-time-mind as there is here in
the fifth dimensional hyperspace, of all these many parallel
universes, such as the one we live in right now and I am blogging
this message out to all of you; is the true magic of every single
thing that happens while here and supposedly awake in this mortal
realm on the planet called Earth. All the connections to all the
things in my life, your life, our lives, the whole Mexican 27 foot
Pizza pie; is because of very strange and
spooky forces; to quote the great pal of my dad, sir
Professor Einstein of Princeton university in a place called
Roddenberry New Jersey McNulty Laugh time; and to give you all the
grand finale' here, parallel universes indeed can effect and rub into
each other electromagnetically, and do; every time electrical energy
and humans connect together; but there is no way in these hyperspace
dream-downs, to effect the locale where we dream off of or FROM, the
subatomic reflections of us, AKA the ASTRAL PLANE. If you are looking
for details of just what happened on the Astral plane, that caused
the Briggbase to all get together in an unconscious way and do all
the stuff that they do, or even for me to quickly sum up an
intelligible way for you to understand powerful wild things in my
human current lifetime (dream-down) resulting from Astral-Plane or
subatomic interactions, well; you sadly deluded yourself at the
beginning of my blog. Common sense tells you that I can open doors
and walk you through a million trillion things and endlessly expand
and tell infinitely more stuff, but those looking for a worldly type
of accurate Google-road-map to pop up somewhere, in any way, shape,
or form, is most likely the King or the Queen of the Eternal Optimist
Club of the World (EOCW), and would be loved madly, by the girl who
in 2008, I nicknamed, ''TWINBAY'',
from where else but Egg Harbor Township.
I
will keep telling stuff, there is an infinite supply. Just don't
expect a perfect wonderful Google Map, hell, I could have used one
that day that I took Chicky's dam brothers to the JFK Airport.
*****THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:*****
AHA
AHA AH AHA MIKE MCNULTY, YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, YOU KNOW WHAT'S GETTING
SAID PARTNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID A FEW MEASLEY DECADES WIPE YOUR
MEMORIES OUT LIKE A MCGUIRE MAGIC LEPRAWAND?????????
''THE
FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE
ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM'', AND THEN THERE CAME MY INVITE TO JOIN THE
ESS ON THE FINAL 2014 DAY OF WINTER, BIG ASS WOW, JOANNE, FROM 1979.
Before I remembered it all, you were my first. Then came the
memories, Barbara, both Barbara's, no electric shocks dock!
RIGHT
TAXI DRIVER KAREN GRASSI?”
SUBTITLED,
PART TWO OF DA CONTRASTS BLOG, MMCN-71, IN YOUR NIGHTMARE FUCKIGN
CUNT DREAMS, THERE MOUNTAINPUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
HAVE FUN CLICKING AROUND THE GREAT ALMIGHTY YOUTUBE!!!!
Poison
cake, poison cigarettes, WOW.
Then
the real proof of all of the claims made in MORIANITY lays in-between
1980 and 1986, yet this is only a fraction of my major ass life, kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2014
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com asks me: You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also
at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry for all the
negativity here, lovely Twinbay, but if you were me, then and only
then, lovely girl, would you begin to understand all my hell!!!
I
LOVE YOU BEYOND ANY WORDS, DIANA ARTEEMS!!!!!!!
Dangerous Thunderstorm Alerts (DTAs)
I
LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY BEINGNESS!
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outdoor county fair, or a school administrator in charge of keeping
thousands of students safe, having the earliest possible
notification of approaching severe weather can literally mean the
difference between life or death.
DON'T
YOU EVER GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME, BEAUTIFUL LOVELY TALL TEEN BLOND, LOVE
OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NEED HELP DIANA, PLEASE, BRING ME YOUR LIGHTNING!!!
THESE
TURDS ARE KILLING ME DIANA MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have lots and lots to say and plan on taking a
big ass bite out of things, as thiss goes on, YO
YO!
Hay
Marcus and Letty!
Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I
would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had to
drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY',
the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and
brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, “W—O—W”????
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS, DOES THIS DAM SHIT TOTALLY FUCKING SUCK A
HARD THROBBING PRICK AT C-SQ?????????
REALLY
BOB FCC MCDOWELL
old pal and sir; does the date really matter, or the time? I can just
paste the same shit in over and over and over again, am
I 'WROOOOOOOONG'
lovely gorgeous 1980 shampoo hair girl advertiser?
I
MEAN FOR AN EXAMPLE, I'LL PASTE THIS.
AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!
SUPER
FUCKING CUNT HACKING,
BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22
PAST ELEVEN
ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY
SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28
MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE
OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!
HOLY
FUCKING CALLIO PUKEIBLOW!
Welcome
to a blog that is like no other on the net. If I am wrong, MICROSUCKS
LIGHTBULB ANNOYER-HACKER JERK OFF; please comment or e-mail the
mountainpen, I'd love to view the blog and see it for myself. Oh
yeah, there are blogs of doom and gloom, blood and violence, end of
the world survivalists screaming and ranting, and the average angry
blogger out there also, with plenty of fucking pet peeves. There are
science and UFO and conspiracy blogs, by the thousands, but show me a
blog where hyperspace is talked about in the life of an Earth citizen
from this time period. Show me a blog where time travel is not only
discussed intelligently but is all woven and integrated throughout
the story of the blogger, as well as tons of other wild outlandish
fucking crap that goes beyond unfathomable. If this sounds like an
authors' own book report, sorry, I'll cool it now, but really, if you
can put me onto another blog even similar in all its ways, to M-3 and
the Mountainpen-Blogs, cool, but I want to see and subscribe to it,
so please, e-mail, call, write in snail-mail, or comment on my blogs.
Why are people so fucking scared to get involved in things? The only
answer is that none of this is real since I died and went to mother
fucking hell back on 15 august, 1986. Again, show me a better
explanation for my not getting even one taker on my billion dollar
offer when I tell you there is no risk or downside potential for you,
as I don't need one cent from you or anyone, nor do I need one thing
illegal, from any of you, but I DO NEED SOMETHING, and if I was able
to get it from you, this world would be totally fucking altered
before this summer is out. You would not recognize this world after
one short season in time, and THAT is a promise, Rockdroid Lurch
Rottenblucran!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AND TIMELESS SATELLITE CALENDARS AND PHONE TAPING, OR TAPPING, BUT WE
CAN ADD LENNY MCKINNON TO ALL OF THIS, ISN'T THIS ABASOLUTELY BEUOND
SURREAL AND INCREDIBLE, MY PAL BOB MCDOWELL, YO?????????????? Screw
1972 and for that matter, screw 1969, it is all equally unbelievable
and absurd times infinity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah-Stacey
Krassle's game, GTNOTG that she taught me by human Nexus Trek time
perception, Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Funny how Pearl Harbor day is
digitally 12-7 because reversing this, becomes 7-12, the last day I
encountered Sarah's mighty girl gang in Atlantic City, New Jersey,
the Quoddy Mockers, the Earth doppelganger girl club of the great and
powerful (GAP) OZZQUEEN-VIQUEEN GANG!!!!!!!!!! Choke on that a while,
''UNCLE'' Heinz, at 175 Peninsula Drive,
in Babylon, New York, back in 1972!
WOW
was this a
miserable cunt chewing
mother fucking 2014 year so far, and is far from over,
American Civil Liberties Union.
WOW
honey Bee, those queereecrows do taste delicious, that and Chex are
my faves when it comes to cereals, well, and I supposed Frosted
Mini-Wheat's also. All good tasting and nutritious, and I have been
told that I am most likely the only person, that insists on eating my
cold cereals dry. I use no milk or any wet shit in it at all, no
adding sugars, or anything else as well; just plane cereal, for a
plain Jane; only I am not Jane; nor do I slap people's lives apart;
now that I know her friend won't get mad, and beat me up. You're 'all
heart' lovely girl, just try not to break any diner doors up in
Berlin, New Jersey. Are you related to Venka?
It's
a joke, I know she is Swedish and you hail from locations farther
into the lovely south lands, where I will be heading, very soon. I
wish I could speak the lingo. If I could, I would get the hell out of
America right now, girl. Enjoy your soon to come project.
Mister
Arthur Crane, keep doing what you're doing as they're doing much
worse to me, and I am fully snowed in with it all, from here to great
Mother-Russia. Life sucks a maggot filled hen at C-SQ!
Good
Lord, and a quarter, William Leonard McKinnon, my old 1980 record
promoter ''pal''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss
Chillie
did you say,Lenny? Some local folks think it is chilly down here, but
that is only when I switch the Shoebox-Tablet
back to the other side. OOPS!
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY
sure-may-have-been
a complete freaking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
NO
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Mikey
did not die,
it was a simple
hyperspace experiment,
folks, sorry if this upset anyone, let me explain this to you all,
good peeps. In the powerful interaction where I was with Paul and it
had snowed three feet all over every inch of Florida, Mike had died,
and I came back here thinking this was real here in this universe,
until the phone rang, and it was Mikey. By having this happen, things
altered in a HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EQUATION!!!
But
was it Mikey, or MY KEY, or just MY, or for that matter, Cartivillus
sir, was it a bunch of airship operators, you old gate keeper
you?????????????? You can't spell the old Roman soldier's name either
Microsucks, get off my fuckiGN back, thank you so much Pat R.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Originally
he had been thrown out of where he was staying with two ladies that
he knew from some time ago when he lived in Miami quite a while ago.
They had sent him out to buy some hamburger for a stew they were
going to cook up, and 5 minutes later, he calls back, after I
distinctly hear friendly conversation and they asked him to go out to
the store and get this food, and then he called back and the world
did a BLUCRAN and turned upside down
with Jimmy Stuart and his bleeding an non-bleeding Christmas punch
lip. By my remembering how he died from them throwing him out, and he
drowned himself in the ocean off of Miami, he never was thrown out
and never jumped into the water to off himself. Ain't playing with
hyperspace great and cool, Mister Innonannon of mighty Potter Magic
and parlor tricks from auto reverse cassette systems, to very tasty
cupcakes from a local New Jersey food store just yards away from the
home of my daughter's third cousin twice removed, Leticia Tilley, if
this twinternet can handle all these powerful berry towns, along with
Professor's Einstein and Kaku and all of these cosmic laboratory
experiments, that seemingly never ever end!!!!!!!!!!! But then, why
should they, after-all, they never ever begin either?
Holy
MO, ''this is frikkin' ridiculous'', Mister Kaiter. Hay Queen Katy
from 1997; did I just say redeeeeeeeeeeekulous???????? Cut me a
fucking break, willya Margie 1985 Leo, dam it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
wonderful Diana, please bring me your lightning soon. I am really
missing you BB!
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