Tuesday, March 10, 2015

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 3-10-2015 SUPER DEATH STRIKE DAY PAM


Posting at 10:16 AM-EDT, on 10 March, 2015, from FP, FL.



SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 3-10-2015









I went to bed around 3 or so, and was rudely awakened a couple hours later, by a bunch of unruly and uncouth scum bags all over the place out in my common fucking hallway that have been yelling and slamming doors and partying all night long since about five or six this cunt chewing mother fucking morning, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, AND PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY OF PORT PIERCE, FLORIDA!









THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS FUCKING ASSAULT AND DEATH ATTACK ON ME, AND OBVIOUSLY PUNISHMENT AND RETALIATION FOR THE POSTING OF MY LAST BLOG, WHICH BY THE CUNT HUFFING WAY, GREAT PEOPLE, DIDN'T EVEN GET TO BE THE BLOG IT WAS MEANT TO BE DUE TO THE CRASH OF THE OFFICE PROGRAM, OO-3.1.









The mouse was better for a very short while, but is seriously acting up on this blog and the one before that seemed to be at the root of all my woes today. I know without even bother fucking checking, that the markets must be flying over the past two days, after this assault on me starting basically late last fucking cunt Thursday afternoon, after my return from the psych services location up about fifteen miles to my north, in Vero Beach, FLUSAESMWG. The weekend was bad also, but Thursday, Friday and today this Tuesday were extremely bad, with this day being king of the fucking mountain for these sick twisted diseased dick licking rotten bastards!













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On February 4, 2002, a large mass of as yet unidentified black water has swept through Florida Bay and according to reports, is now breaking up into smaller pockets aggregated along the north side. It is interesting to compare the way things work with both the life of the Mountainpen, and the surrounding Milituforce and its unfathomable wicked tentacles, that seem programmed in an unrelenting way, to go tit for tat with him since this all began in middle August, back in the year 1986. This story, with some editing on the part of the Mountainpen, is courtesy of NASA, but not necessarily their semi-driver from 1988, Mister Jackson. In any event, not the same Mister Jackson that Mountainpen communicated with metaphysically that may have all led to a lot of his miseries and woes.







These doors have been slamming since 5 this morning, and are still ongoing at quarter past ten, Fort Pierce Police Department!


I have such a wonderful group of people who just adore and love me so much. But if they ever try to declare me the king of sarcasm, I really will be forced to throw a large mirror up in front of myself, with the reflective side facing them of course. AWE, did I just get caught with my Kiefer Sutherland Joe Hurley videotapes down? No, I got caught by a powerful mysterious daughter who absconded with an incredible tape, back 28.5 years ago. CLEAR, --------------------------------------- GONE! You know what Kiefer; I think your machine was pretty cool, but all the joules in the world are not going to cut it, when it was my family jewels that seemed to be more at the heart of things, to quote or semi-quote a man by the name of Woodside, some decades ago.





I asked Gawky Gaukauk why I am under this death siege today here in my PHA Building, and got the answer to my query, PCN-514.


Then I played a roulette game, and was convinced I would get an ass whooping, to quote the one and only Mister Charley Barkley. Only this did not happen. I however, did cause a major ass whooping for the hypothetical roulette-bank. This was in spite of this horrendous hell and death strike on me, baby!












Let me see what PCN-514 has in my whittle notebook under this listing category:











BEACH, CURLS, MOVING COMPOUND, ENDLESS POVERTY, RUSSELL THAXTON, MAUD HUNTINGTON, KING NEBNOOSHOO, BY THE TIME YOU GET THIS MESSAGE IT WILL BE TOO LATE------------------------------







MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, OPEN COMMAND ON G-7 MAGNESONIC SYSTEM.



USE ALL ORDERS, G AND CG. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES.



SCAN ALL THOSE HURTING ME AND WIPING OUT MY LIFE, AND THEIR LOVED ONES. I HAVE CRUSHED AND SINGED AND OBLITERATED AN 'IO', AND PLACED IT NOW ONTO YOUR 'TP'. IT NEEDS TO BE SCANNED. I HAVE SET YOUR PPG TO MAXIMUM 11.8 IINS, AND THE CONTROLS PULLING ON THAT GAIN TO MAXIMUM 11.5 IPNS.



COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER THE IO, SO THAT CAUSES THE ACTUAL FILTH BAG ENEMIES TO BE WIPED OUT, AND COMPLETELY DESTROYED.



G-13, G-14, G-1133, G-189, CG-18 AND STOP.







I guess all this mother fucking shit that I am going through, is why I report so many



DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.

DEATH ANGEL ATTACK STRIKES.



BOO



Yes Mister Microsoft Lightbulb, I know how to modify my margins to where I wish them to be just fine without your assistance. TANKS ANIWHO, YO! Oh Pam ma'am, when will family get off of my back? By the way, unless he lies and I think this man is honest to a fault, get the great Sheriff Ken Mascara to look up his phone log records for the county prison in the autumn of 2010. You want to see how real this all is and if I am just a psychotic nut, or don't you want to know the real truth, just as with the Voorhees New Jersey coppers back in January of 1990. And if he is still alive and he should be; I will be my old pal from that station, will tell you I am for real now that he doesn't have to worry about his job or pension any longer and is long on it and retired, his name would be Sargent Smarzinski, perhaps spelled a bit differently fut this is spelling it as it would be pronounced, MA'AM AG of Florida. Go ahead, why not check me all out. Even my old partner PP doesn't buy into my stuff, because like the rest, they don't want to, and they think that things like this JUST CANNOT BE, only ma'am, THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Sorry you couldn't go out on Halloween, but two things were all involved in that mix, *ERR*-MY. You had been a real bad girl just shy of that, and, this all had to happen so I would get to be shown four decades up here in the future here, what otherwise, I couldn't possibly ever explain. Talk to ED, and tell Vicki that I'll ''TALK 2 FRANK''. WEEEEEEE, the quintessential surrealism if any there was any, past the gates of OZ aniwho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Happy Jane Whore Fonda? You should be. You just cunt chewing nailed me again with page eleven of mother fucking twat scratching eleven, forcing me of course to compensate and cunt phlegm rape!!!!!!!!







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I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms. I was given a new system for roulette that is blowing my cunt sucking huffing brains apart, great peeps!!! It is so simple, you can just about do it without even a note pad and pencil, and it involves pure randoms.









Now you all want to know how I am going to go onto try and vindicate myself in these post-BonJovi times. Well first off, Doctor Randall Steckle says most of this on the great movie from 1990, called, “Flatliners”, but there is still some more. Yes Dave shit his drawers over at Roseann Delaney's place, and I joined him upon numerous occasions as well as Kiefer Sutherland being accused of doing only didn't. Second off, I was a total asshole for thinking that in these new times of so much of so much and a lot of it doctored up on top of it, that I was going to prove a lot the old way. I thought hey YO, if billionaire fuckiGN Cuzz-Don made so much of a big deal out of this, and after-all being some part of why this condition of mine all began in the first fucking place; then there must be lots of fire burning below all of his thick black stinky ass smoke. The trouble was that he and other big shots control all of that smoke, and fire, and all of it, so if I had a clear mindset of that reality back as 2010 ended and 2011 was coming in, I would have never gone that route, as stated before. But there are a couple of people involved in this same nightmare and live on this planet to this day, and they don't have billions, or for that matter, even millions. In addition to that, they don't have lots of all mighty powerful friends and resources, and under a subpoena from a court, will be forced to do two things. Either commit perjury and lie, or tell what I need told. But if you think I am going to get more specific with this, on my blogs, with all of my super powerful fuckiGN enemies who hate me with a major Italian passion cubed; then you have another thought that is coming your way, real dam quickly. BUT, big ass fucking cunt lapping BUTTTTT, you will get a few hints and some little puns thrown out here an dthere. You will be able to enjoy over th enext months of my dwindling life, while I slowly die, hearing things that will onkly make you THINKI you've heard it all before from the Mountainpen. Not everyone is going to remain as silent as the famous Christmas night. I will give you a powerful clue that only th emost powerful fawces up in DC might decipher the tiniest clue from. There may be people right in the great HOUSE, and I don't mean Colinwood of Dark Shadows; and not the President, that someone who I know, will state, was said and overheard, and if that won't vindicate me more than 100 YBCO songs ever could, well Uncle Jesse, we both may as well close up shop, and look up Archie's great night nurse for our long great nap to eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll bet you never ever thought in a million years, I would be able to have someone this close in a position of this kind of power. Well, as the great 1986 'RGG' non RAW song lyrics put it quite eloquently, I think, “I DO”!





All savants know what comes next, ''THE END''.

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