PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE
WEATHER BUG, AND CHANNEL 12 SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.
HOLY
TOLEDO TECHNO PIX, AND FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER, AND JUPITER INLET!
I WAS HOPING TO
SEE A BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON AS THE SUN WAS SETTING, WHILE I HAD PASTED
THIS INTO MY BLOG A BIT SHY OF EIGHT, ON THIS FOURTH NIGHT IN APRIL,
2015, EASTERN DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME. OH WELL, I WILL SEE HER WHEN I
WALK OUT TO THE ELEVATORS LATER ON, AND LOOK OUT THE WINDOW. WITH A
NORTHERN EXPOSURE, I DON'T GET BELTED AND BLASTED BY THE SUN, AND
THAT IS GREAT. SORRY THERE TWINBAY, THIS HAS A BIG DOWNSIDE HOWEVER.
I LOSE MY MOON, AND NEED TO EXIT MY APARTMENT MOST OF THE TIME.
RARELY DURING NEAR FULL PERIODS OF LUNAR CYCLES, MY WINDOW FACING
NORTH, IF YOU LOOK WAY OUT TO THE LEFT AND THE WEST, ALLOWS A QUICK
FEW MINUTES OF OBSERVATION TIME, BEFORE MOON SETS.
I
knew that Dawn King murdered me when she turned on me one day, and
eventually her behavior grew so nightmarish and unacceptable, that it
caused me to run away from her, and try to escape with my life and
just the dam clothes on my back. What an uncaring unsympathetic
world!!!!!!!! Victims like me have no resource,
nowhere to go to get one bit of help, justice, or vindication.
Not when something as huge as this stuff, is
truly behind the power of my plight and story from hell. To
hell with me. Not one rotten soul cares about how these pricks from
hell wiped out an entire innocent person's friggin' life. I won't
have to face an angry all powerful force, Mister Hall, one day soon,
as they all will, and be judged for these dastardly incomprehensible
deeds.
William
Shakespeare once wrote, that as a boy, he thought like a boy, and
then as a man, he realized it was time to put away childish things,
such as the thoughts of youth. Well,
this logic can backfire; and for all of the
great Twinbay types out here; you may
not wish to read this blog, as it is not about maintaining positive
attitudes about stuff that only insanity would allow one to do, IMHO.
When we get past adolescence or 'grow up', we tend to not be as
forgiving, develop a far more rigid and austere concept of right and
wrong, and other things that relate and pertain to adult thought
verses childish thought. This then goes onto lead one to make
entirely different choices about stuff that, for sake of argument on
this writing here and now; was happening both as the child-you, and
then later on as the adult-you. If I had mentally remained a day to
day carbon copy of my ten to eighteen year old basic self; I would
never have been so audacious as to think about fighting powerful
resourceful wealthy evil dangerous groups of adults, such as the
enemies all combined that make up the group that my Morianity calls,
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Common
sense tells any child, after being spanked several times by a much
stronger parent; 'Wow, I better cool it now'. But adults are ready to
fight or hire a fighter or sue in a court or whatever it takes, and
when you are playing with things as large as HALLS WALLS AND HALLS
FAWCES, it can never end well. Not for you, only for Hall, the
fawces, and the WALL. This great wall that I felt the powerful impact
of for the very first time, back in 1983. This is when one of those
little voices spoke to me and said, ''OH SHIT, just what are you
fucking into, YO''? Unless someone helps me, I am going to die a
horrible tortured death while my enemies sit there laughing at me.
This torture could go on for a very long time before my body
eventually just gives out from age, and stress, and overall bad
health from a six decade hard time stay on this nightmare planet.
If
Jim Burr were here right now, he would give his old pal SATAN all of
the credit for this entire mess. I always knew he had a secret love
affair with that horrible mother fuckiGN bastard. You don't give that
much glory and attention to something that you go around claiming to
despise and hate with a passion. To me anyway, that's pure logic and
mere common sense, and you may agree or of course, disagree with
that. I don't think that asshole, with all of his ''supernatural
power'' has that much forethought. I already know he has lousy
control over his own behavior and emotions. He already knew the
divine plan in this simulation 5-D videogame, or this (KARGEOGRAM) as
I refer to it as. The proof to this, is that he showed LORD JESUS all
the kingdoms of this world from that mountain, and Hollywood came up
with this, so they get the credit here, not Morianity. I give you
guys and gals your rightful props here, YO. If this was merely
showing the Lord the view from the current moment, from atop of that
glorified hill over there, it really wouldn't have been all that
impressive. Only seeing it all built up in the middle twentieth
century and beyond, as it all stands there today in our time, would
be something to make the Lord stand back and piss his pants. I mean
come on after all folks, Lenny McKinnon as I knew this SATAN
incarnation back in 1980 before he disappeared into 'thin air', has a
personality, and personalities don't change over lengthy periods of
time the way our bodies do. I am not including what happens to mere
mortals when the brain starts to fail as we age, as SATAN is no mere
mortal, and can travel, from life to life on mortal realms, as do all
of the gods. And what are the gods? Well the AAT people insist on
buying into these ET things and saucers, and this stuff, and I say
groovy, cool, whatever, and RAW. I believe the gods are the very top
1-5 percent, almost a similar Alex Jones haves verses the have not's,
in the magical world of money and power, kind of connectiveness here.
A minimum of one percent of the people on this planet are those on
top, and all the rest are simply not on top. But in like manner, in
the great powerful awesome, and virtually unknown, best kept covert
secret in the entire cosmos, this mind bending inconceivably totally
unfathomable EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; also mirror images
IMHO, this same one percent of the entire group that are the masters
over all of the rest, and they have rule and charge over them as
well. This is what the AAT call the ET ALIENS, and what my Morianity
calls THE GODS, or maybe said better, as the AAT people claim in
their belief system, they were taken once long ago for GODS, when
they came to this world. But did they come here anywhere near the way
that the AAT peeps think that they did, is the big question that I am
exploring with you. Exploratrons,
Dreaming, Hyperspace;
these are the three items that are inside of the most magical
triangle yet to be discovered by humanity. Hay, if I am wrong, then
fine. I have reasons why I know that I am not wrong. But if I am,
then it is back to square one for this entire world as so much for
understanding even the most rudimentary levels of the who what where
why and all the multiple everlasting questions asked of human beings
since forever. Yes Jim Burr gave a lot of credit to the devil, but he
insisted that he could not manipulate thought or time. This as I
always knew from personal interaction with the son of a bitch, was
totally false. I have explained the compulsive gambler syndrome over
and over, as to why powerful entities with self destructive behavior
patterns then go onto do very self destructing things. This was JB'S
argument for SATAN not being able to traverse time. Well, I like
Hollywood's depiction, and this was not done on recent movies, but
back around the days I first moved to Robin Hill and earlier, even
back to when I stayed at Chill-Moe Tom Reale's Cornwall avenue home
for nineteen days and nights. So then to really show off something
that would make Jesus almost lose it, he would be showing him the
future, demonstrating an ability that would be totally on par with
time control magnitude for a certainty. The Christian argument that
he wouldn't have Christ crucified if he knew the future, is totally
dam laughable bullshit. His destructive behavior circumvents and
defeats his own goals and purposes. This entity was supposedly there
in almost the beginning of it all and he saw how an almighty entity
could do anything, and the scrolls were available for him to read as
we today read one text called the bible, so another proof shows that
he knew the future without even having to see it. 'Gods plan' was no
secret to Satan. All the main plans were right out in the dam open.
So just as my enemies who know their world will collapse when they no
longer have me to pick on all the time or ever; Satan himself knows
he cannot win his battle either. But you still think this battle is
for a power and a kingdom or universal control. I am here to tell you
this entire simulation is all about him and myself, and the great
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. The ultimate and quintessential love
triangle. He doesn't even care that I am madly in love with his dam
sister, what you humanly perceive as the electron, and in our
planetary biosphere, the electromagnetic charge of static electrons,
or LIGHTNING. All he cares about is the great SSJKK. This is the only
explanation in the universe and beyond, for Lenny selling me out to
Sigma and the Gibb Brothers, the way music has become an unfathomable
connection with and through my life, and the way in his newest
persona, he seems to have had a connection with me ever since he was
the same age Jesus was when he began to get some memories from beyond
himself. Understanding time and hyperspace, towel seepage effects of
transdimensional lawtronics, and exploratronic control, and pow,
you're off to the races. But yes, there is one more thing. The GODS,
those 1% at the top of this ESS that maintain a controlling interest,
in similar ways that finances and the 99% verses the 1% of the people
here and now all cooperate in this wild interaction; they need to OK
stuff that you try to do, whether you use the ESS or don't use the
ESS, they still are just like hall monitors at our high schools. We
all need cosmic-passes of a sort, in order to get from place to
place. With them, you can go far. Without them, you only will end up
going nowhere, or eventually caught and punished, you know, you
remember HS; detention, suspension, expulsion, RAW!!!!!!!!!!
You
poor poor poor fools out here. You think I'm a lunatic. How do you
think all of these things that happened to me, were ABLE TO happen,
unless a cosmic group of hall monitors, in our universal high school
of cosmos, are not all out in those halls that connect a lot more
than 6-9 medical or non medical rooms, deciding who may pass to here
and there, and who the hell MAY NOT? If you are one of 75% minimum,
that really honestly believe that shit just happens at random draw,
and do not realize that some people are blessed and others are
cursed, and many are sort of just given midland positions, but
whatever it is, it is a control; well then you don't get it, and you
most likely never will. A minimum, of three for four will absolutely
never get this. That's just realty, son!!!!!!!!!!! Right New Jersey
Dennis?????????????????
Yes,
I wanted the Assistant to my old 1975 pal Bob Andrews, who sang some
great songs for me before becoming our great Jersey Congressman;
whose name, after Mister Phil Petru and Mister Steve Petersen no
longer were working in his office; was Mister Clarence Harris of
Sicklerville, New Jersey, back in 1997 and 1998, who loved to give
my mother extremely sexy kisses at my home in Blue Anchor, New
Jersey, Mister Jason WFMU Forrest, DJ; to prove me wrong. He was so
determined to prove me wrong, world, and almost did a Joe Postal
Paget one day, in the summer of 1998, after failing all day long, to
indeed do so. I totally blew his mind, Russell Thaxton; right along
with the Count of Marcucci's mind, back in the autumn of 1969, when
the Gulf Stream changed course forever, and the UFO-Bluebook
shut down and claimed the UFO situation, to be a non-issue. All these
seemingly unconnected events, all connect so
perfectly together, as do any and all things; but we can just
leave this right there, for right now, lovely
L&O-LOO!!!!!!!!!!
No
I want to be proven wrong, just as badly as you wanted to indeed
PROVE ME WRONG, CLARENCE OLD BUDDY. Here is a BRO who paid this poor
old honky the biggest complement that any bro could give to a pale
face. He said to me if I was just a little younger, he would want me
to marry his daughter Mindy, who was then in 1998, age seventeen; and
I was in my early middle forties. I cannot be proven wrong,
SEABOTTOM, because ICPE-APE is real, just as October 5, 2008 blogs
are real. Just as all persons and entities who know higher truths,
connect themselves always, in some way, with those two buildings that
are no more, in Manhattan, Donna before did it in her strange 1968
song as a teenager, and on and on I could go, without glitter or any
1986 booming sounds and other unpleasant things, spoken of in my
copyrighted songs. I want to be proven wrong, but I simply CANNOT BE,
this KARGE SIMULATION IS REAL, and totally TRUE, folks. Believe it,
or not, Mister Ripley; in or out of wonderful awesome mega-great
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
are what they are, and the greater code than the towers, is and was
known by Dawn King all along, and shared with her great clan of TAWF
all along, you cannot escape these truths, none of ever can.
IT
IS
WHAT IT IS.
The
code is to realize you take this marvelous untrumpable saying, and
merely remove words number 2 and number 5 from this five word great
coded cosmic poem. What is left but ALMIGHTY ISISCYLLA, who sang LOIS
FOCA to me in early June of 1980, in an unforgettable wild
DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going still one more step further, is the
GUTHERMAN SYNDROME. Why did the great SSJK not realize that this
would not be such a great Chemtrailitis career move? If she knows so
very much, why would she want Midge, and the RS1500US, Mister
Thaxton, oh mighty wisdom guru book burner of the NON-BOB???????????
Think about all this, those who know exactly what's being said here,
really, YYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, © 1984, YYYYYYYYYYYYY would you do
this to yourself, lovely wonderful ''LAB-TECH''? Poor Mike and
Mariah, when will all of these great learn how real this all is,
Clarence sir?, and say hi to to the Congressman for me.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I
want to be wrong so badly, but I never ever never ever never ever am.
Here is just a tiny teeny little bit more proof of this reality,
peeps!
I
BELIEVE I SAID, QUOTE,
“I
DEMAND MY PROPS! JUST WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE DOW AFTER
THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME BY THESE FILTHY ROTTEN
FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM”!!!!!!
“Sometimes
you only get one chance in this world”.
This
was an exact quotation to me, from the son of a woman, back in 1963,
at 2041 Chestnut Street. My mom and her were both nabes and pals, and
around the same age, mid forties. She was a nurse in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania in some center city hospital. One day the four of us
were in her apartment and I had said or done something, that then
went onto prompt her son of about age 22 give or take, to say this
unforgettable
advice-statement to me, and I will not ever forget his name either,
John McDowell,
same last name as my soon to come in another decade or just shy,
friend from the Cooley Wormhole Lobby-Angel-Dream, where I attended a
special education school on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, New Jersey,
known then as the Bancroft Neural Health system. Two McDowell's in my
life in nine years, to say the least, Mister Yogi Berra, is a pretty
wild little 'coeenkeedink'. But while we are on this topic, do you
really want me, anybody out here, to go on with this? Hay Margie Leo
from 1985, cut me one Sweetie and not the smelly kind,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try to show how real this all is and show all
kinds of proofs, and even dared to do a little YOU-TUBE stuff, and
then began to figure to myself, well, if peeps want to do things
their way, FRANKIE, then enjoy having one blue and one brown eye, and
give my best to all female country vocalists that are not discussing
dogs or skies in their lyrics, oh that's right PP, our thing went,
“When the BLUE skies turn to gray, wrong colors, sorry about that,
I am only a person, old 1973 buddy and tape
recorder 'voice alterer',
Sir Bruce Allan Pennock! Is a peta-juata WOW in order here, you know,
a WOW times ten to the power of minus thirty-three. That would take
up some nice big telescopic chunk of sky area, right amateur
astronomers and pros as well??????? Yes, no do overs in this life,
many times, and without L&O “SARAH-DAUGHTERS”, right
HARNER??????? These boys in Hellyweird don't miss a trick, and they
seem to know 100 times or more things about me, that I know about
me. Well, we all know by now, hopefully Mister Islander-Joel, SIR,
that only T3E entities can explain this otherwise unexplainable
mystery, along with pyramids, and zillions of other wild
shit!!!!!!!!!! So this makes the next question obvious to a moron who
diligently follows the teachings of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the
great son of the Philly-Nurse, a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON? Who knows. His
advice was a major listen-up for me, only at the time, what does a
punky little kid like me care? We all need to be living backwards,
born with the wisdom of our future selves at age 90, only reality
kills that cool little fucking plan, eh? Still, I repeat the truth
that those were extremely Wise
words from the son of my mother's friend, the Philadelphia nurse,
John McDowell. Let me go back into time with STM, and be sure all of
this is covered in blogs. Folks this is no joke, this is what happens
with all of us, you know, why did I do that or what is this bullshit?
Well, many times it is T3E active and controlling us without our
being remotely aware of it, and many times it is our own STM selves,
being sure bases are getting covered. Did I ever ever wonder where
the shadows dwelt by day in 1983, before the 21st
century came around first? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum
Physicist, Professor Kaku, as you all ready have my opinion which
does not count since I have no walls filled up with
degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA. ALL I'VE GOT ARE AN ENDLESS
FUCKING SUPPLY OF HALLS WALLS, AND WHY? BECAUSE I HAVE AN ENDLESS
SUPPLY OF HALLS FAWCES AGAINST ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL
4, 2015,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,55 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND
IS ESE AT 8, GUSTING TO 14.
HUMIDITY
IS 69%, FEELING LIKE 79 DEGREES.
RANGE
TODAY----------(H-86/L-57).
A
year ago, I said this to all of you kind folks out here:
Hay
folks, howz-it-goen? As for me, I am doing just about as monstrously
horrendous as it gets, but as all of us good
Huntington clan, ''STILL HANGIN' IN THERE'', right Atlantic
City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, nearly a decade back into
time????????? In all absolute honesty, ladies and gentlemen out here,
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY
ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO,
“just what can I say”?
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
I
HURRICANE
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MARINE
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For
about 1700 years now, people wanted to know a biblical mystery,
concerning the Apostle Paul. Just what strange physical affliction
did he suffer with that ''GOD'' or SSJKK was unwilling to cure him
of? You won't believe me, but it is th every same affliction that
I have suffered with since June 4, 1983, with my thyroid. It is
not as rare a problem as many have come to think. This was his
affliction as it is mine. He developed his as a result of
something that happened to him on the road to Damascus, this great
at that time, Saul of Tarsus, later to become the Apostle Paul of
the Christian New Testament bibles. My situation developed as a
result of many powerful strange electronic machines that put out
very bizarre fields of energy, when all connected up and used
together through the telephone system of those times. So how do I
know all this, you may be asking? The voice that spoke to me from
the autumn times of the year preceding 1983, have told me so. I
have learned to heed these voices or 'knowings'. They made me
continuous money at the impossible to beat game of roulette for
one thing, and there is a lot more we need not get into right now.
I absolutely know this is all true. I absolutely know other
things. There are two organizations that have material caporial
people walking back and forth across the land of this world, and
probably the air and the sea as well. One group is called the
Millionth-Council-Briggbase-Residents (MCBR) for short, called by
me and Morianity, the MCBREE FACTION. The other group is called
the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority (SDKM) for short, called by me and
Morianity. It reminds me in a powerful way of our present
American political system in Wash-Dock-13-600, AKA POWERS ON TH E
HILL IN WASHINGTON, with its pretty much two party ruling class,
the (R) and the (D) parties. This two party ASTRAL-WORLD system is
very real. Nothing is real, not even here in waking life, but
illusion is so powerful, we don't see this truth, nor will we ever
be able to break the chains and bonds of this ultimate maya. Now
moving back to the heart of cases here, on this blog; we wonder
perhaps, just why did these HALLS FAWCES do these things, and then
just why did HALLS WALLS go into an endless cover-up mode? If you
want someone to do your bidding, you must be able to control them
on a physical level, not as told to us for so very long, that you
do this through controlling mental channels. The best way is to
have full absolute control over someone's thyroid. If they can
turn up the power that makes it grow, or turn it down as you obey
this person or entity; they have the ultimate control-collar on
you. It can be used to threaten such as a punishment-collar, or
just be there endlessly to let someone know who is boss, a
controllers-collar. As if the one with this thyroid condition is
the animal and the handler has the power over this collar, to make
your thyroid shrink and grow, at their whim. Only anti-anxiety
medication can shrink the gland, or certain thyroid treatments,
that most cannot afford. I find it offensive to me personally,
that the supposedly great Mayo Clinic has the dastardly audacity
to solicit for donations. They charge their patients as much if
not more than other hospitals and institutions. I for one wouldn't
give them a thin dam dime if my ass was on fire and by doing this,
the fire would go out. In 1984, I had a lengthy talk with a very
special lab-tech assistant to a throat specialist. She had a
storehouse of information on the symptoms that I had been going
through for nearly a year, and we talked at length and she
scheduled an appointment for me to come into the doctor's office,
and gave me driving instructions for getting there from voorhees,
New Jersey. I had recently returned from my trip to Orlando,
Florida, to visit with my ex-Chief Recording Engineer, mister
Howard Solomon, from the RPL Sound Studio Labs of Camden, New
Jersey, at the corner of State Street and Pierce Avenue.
You
can read a blog like this and wonder what is going on, and you
don't have even a small clue just what is happening, and has been,
not for a few years or decades, but for millennia. Most don't even
believe in what was really going on a long time ago, and the
scientific community sees it black and white in their own way. We
were visited by ET types and they were our ancient gods. The name
for their belief system is Ancient Astronaut Theory. As with
anything at all, there are various amounts of truth in what they
claim abnd what they believe. It merely is a far cry from all of
the truth that at least by my mind; I'd think some out here would
yearn to really know the full scoop. After-all, it does all effect
you and those you love, cradle to grave, and you can like or hate
this reality, but to quote Dennis Snyder from Jersey 6-8 years
ago, “That's just reality, son”. Just as Paul had to write his
epistles to the various churches all around the magic are
concerning the Earthly birth and human life of Almight God, in the
persona of Jesus Christ the SAR (LORD) I too write these blogs
over nearly a decade now, and throughout the majority of it, I
didn't suffer with my affliction because the controller-collar was
able to be managed and adjusted to levels where I was living as if
I had no problems. But in this 2015 year that I knew I would be
moving into; things have all changed. But I want to make very
clear to those who are convinced that the Apostle Paul's famous
side thorn, was not about his eyes. It was all about his thyroid
gland. And I know this. SSJKK told me this truth, and told me that
I may indeed tell it on my blog. But a lot more happened last
night while 'asleep' besides what I remember with SSJKK at her
great city that mortals refer to as 'HEAVEN'. It involved Russell
Thaxton all grown up but young, like say age 25. I too was
younger, maybe 35. Adam Schiff, the TV L&O character was also
there, as his phase-4-character himself. There was an area
somewhere, and it was up north, and it seemed to be a lot like a
parallel universe Voorhees Township, where the Robin Hill
Apartments are lovated, obviously in both of these universes, that
were not all that similar or localized to where I am right now,
typing out this blog to all of you. Mafia characters were
involved. Now I know why I need to get something that SSJKK has
been telling me to get for years now and I keep waving her off. I
must order it as soon as possible, along with other crap that she
insists I get. Don't try to go ahead of me or think where I am
going with this. You may guess some and not other things, and it
won't be one bit pretty when all is said and done and you learn
you had the wrong ideas about so many things I am trying to get
out to this world, before it is too late, if I may add that in
here, SSJKK? All the crap I have gone through al of my life, is
all a part of this thyroid gland problem. This is why that
ridiculously strange event happened that never should have,
outside the print shop that early late winter morning in 1977, and
yes, I keep saying 1985 over an dover when I mean to say spring
time in 1986, when David and I were at the Medport Diner, and all
of hell broke loose from the bowels of the Earth, and nailed us,
to quote goddess-Keisha, 'really gooooud'!!!!!!!!! I stand again
corrected, as it was Helen Zebriski who said that to me regarding
Keisha, telling me after gazing at my right arm and the monster
fracture and bruise on it from a play-punch given to me by this
girl who had just turned age fourteen, in th e early autumn of
1999, in Lindenwold, New Jersey one night while I was visiting
with Helen and her wild friends.
Moving
onward now about this wild hyperspace interaction that I
experienced when I retired for sleep around three this morning and
waking to it with a bang around shortly past five this morning.
Some mob boss's daughter had fallen for me and Russell had taken
me to a rave club or some similar place that I in this universe
would never be caught dead in as I hate loud music and partying
and all of this. I also hate illegal drugs, I hate booze, the
whole dam enchalate, LSS, why would a person like me ever want
to go clubbing or partying? I don't dance and have 5ive right feet
and no left ones, and don't like anything about this stuff. But
there I was, and this seemed to go on for a month, and always at
night. I was in different vehicles, promising to pick Russ up and
come back for him, and kept trying to leave. I could not escape
this area, in this universe, it was like an entire small city of
clubs all inside of a gated community. Getting out was almost
impossible. Adam Schiff and I were talking in one of the parts of
this experience and he seemed so nice, and then his mood shifted
on a dime as if someone had just kicked him in his love beads or
something, and he began coming down on me and saying really mean
things to me and very harshly. I was getting into more and more
trouble no matter how I tried to escape and get out of this
horrible scene in HELLS-NIGHTS! I was chased by mobsters, beaten
up, shot, and you name it. There were high speed car chases, and
people throwing fire as it was called. They had a wild weapon in
that parallel universe that shot out gasoline like a small fire
hose that streamed a thin but long range channel of liquid fire,
as it shot the gas out in two second intervals from one part of
the small rifle, while another part then shot out a really
powerful long range flame throw action. Things caught fire and
burned and once they hit my car and it exploded, allowing me to
get out with my life, but someone in the car with me did not make
it. The girl who fell for me in the club was beyond gorgeous. She
had long black hair and deep green eyes. She was so god dam
beautiful it literally was disgusting. I was asking why there was
no way to get out of this area and why it was gated in with some
perimeter wall, but could get no decent answer or response from a
a single soul. It seemed to go on a year of time, but unlike times
where I really did go through long times such as what started all
my hell in 1986 in middle August, there was no order of events or
calendar displays or anything allowing me to perceive this with
any certainty. I couldn't believe how Adam Schiff turned on me
when I didn't think I said anything that would warrant his
behaving that way. But then, these things all happen right here in
this universe while awake, so that is not really any Earth shaking
news to be speaking of here.
I
had told Russ in this experience that both Cuzz Don and my
daughter's hubby were being indwelt by the same T3E and that I
know his name. Russ asked me the name, and I said, “Well I only
knew him a bit before this time, as Lenny McKinnon, but that may
just be another human that this TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) was
indwelling back then. Just as we were into this part of our talk,
Adam was passing by and was heading out onto the parking lot and
the sidewalk across the street beyond the lot. But he heard me
then say to Russ, I can't prove any of this, but obviously this is
APOLLO-LUCIFER, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING,
ETCETERA, (all the same difference)!!!!!!!!!! I said it
forcefully, and Adam turned and gave me a half frown half smirk
type of facial expression. I ran after him to discuss how I just
popped into this place and wanted to know if he knew the way out
and he said for me to just go with it and try and relax. When I
made a counter statement and told him I had to leave right now,
this is when he told me not to countermand his advice to me and he
got almost like my commanding officer in some military situation.
THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over 2 years now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
It
took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as
usual, being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister
Hall, doing despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start
of my second decade here in this world, as MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing
me the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games
containing playfield after playfield of nothing short of my mother
fucking life in total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or
without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies and
other birds singing that the springtime is here.
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I
don't dare be punning and joking around. Hay lovely Roseann
Delaney. These fucking bastards are worse than you were that night
in middle May, outside Brads place when you lunged out from those
bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. WOW MACY
BUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME
COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of
penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire
story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time
period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the
one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with
her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night
of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath
and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all
nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a
phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS
FUCKING ASS IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would
belong!!!!!
I
can hear the MILITUFORCE every
waking and sleeping moment now, saying to me in a laugh type of
voice;
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
The
great pill mill hater and AG of Florida
PAM
BONDI
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THERE ARE MORE HORSES ASSES
THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DAVID
CHARLES ROTH!!!
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Audience |
REAL
MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND
RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE
TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.
IWON'T
ASK YOU MUCH LONGER MIZZ MARGIE LEO FROM 1985. PLEASE CUT ME A
FUCKING BREAK, BIG LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 33
Now
since I am doomed to die a horrible death at the hands of this
oppressive evil empire (United States of America), for reasons to be
quite frank, totally elude me yet a four year old suffering through
my hell would know that it is totally real and true; but since I am
doomed anyway folks, I will start telling you things that even my
blogs never planned to reveal, at least as openly as I will get as we
move this along.
Let
me speak of my weakness that they knew they could cash in on whenever
they needed to trump my king on the chessboard of life and laugh out
at me, check maitee. My glandular disorder that I have now come to
believe was somehow given to me by a powerful force that knew I would
die from AIDS, when even I did not know I had this brand new disease.
I still don't know when it came on me while at Mars, but it seemed to
happen when I did something one morning while waiting for the print
shop to open, that needs not be gotten into, as it is quite nasty. If
you really are cleverly still alive with your mom and on some
tropical island under another name, DAVE ROTH; they did a much better
job on your fake course than they did with my mother in 2000 at that
viewing. But if you are alive and reading this, explaining why your
Style Court cousin is a literal Twinbay to you, so maybe he should be
called Twindave, but yes, it explains why he had no interest in
following up with me regarding your murder and that of your mom, by
mister Jonathan Schau of Philly's Drake Towers. In any event, the
fucking crumb stole all of your life insurance money which led to
your mom getting a heart attack just days or so after you hit the
fucking grave, unless it was all a big fake balloon hoax child scale
of nine years earlier. Anyway, I know what you did that night at the
Crystal Lake Diner when I didn't like that lousy buttered bagel, so
don't hand me any shit about my wackiness. Still, things all
happened, and there's no turning the mother fucking clock back. I got
sick fast and was almost dead in a few months, but I survived. But I
wouldn't have survived past 1983 or so if an incredible astral world
teenager had not intervened somehow. She and her wild powers from the
heavens, managed to create the IMM Corporation along with many other
things that I can get into later on. I think I would have been better
off dying the way I was meant to, but SHE RULES THE COSMOS. LSS, a
while ago, most who read this blog, remember the Marvin Gaye crap we
heard buzzing all over the TV-news and SM. It was all about his song
being ripped off by this new current times artist, don;t begin to ask
me his name or the group's name, as you know, I don't know one of
these fucking assholes from another, and could care fuckiGN cunt
less. BUTTT and I do mean BIG FUCKING ASS BUTTTTTT; folks, this is
the exact time, when I popped off on my blogs about my connections
with stuff like this and gave you the details; tiny as my pathetic
little fuckign following may be; but THAT is when the law was
suddenly changed, regarding NO MORE COMPUTERIZED PHARMACY ORDERING
ALLOWED ON THE MEDICINE I TOOK FOR 31 YEARS, AND ONLY PAPER SCRIPS
ALLOWED. They knew Doctor Omar the dirt hole did not do paper scrips,
it was either allowed on the system, or it was not. The psych place
said it is not against the law for a doctor to prescribe my
medication, if it is under the psych-dosage of 2-Milligram max. This
is a 14/week Mg dosage. For 31+years, I had been on 28 Mg. Before I
die, I will take to the World court at the Hague, all of this, plus a
powerful tape that proves Cuzz Trump knew these FAWCES all along, as
it was not me who was doing this traveling, despite what some people
mistakenly believe. They all know I am sitting on proof that time
travel has indeed been cracked, and is being
used!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To them, I am way beyond a fucking pariah.
What I am to these fawces of Mister Hall, make even a PARIAH to the
millionth power look tame, as no way to describe my shit, does
justice to it. The most powerful part of all is that I never knew any
of this until well after I came to Florida and left the nightmare New
Jersey life behind, or so I mistakenly mother fucking thought that I
had, and was quite wrong! But my point for
right now, is that I can prove this law passed to choke me to death
covertly, was a direct result of my daring to openly tell you all
that shit, after the Marvin Gaye plagiarism incident made the news.
The timing was precise. In any event, this only scratches a
small surface, but it does tell you what I am dealing with. If
these industry trash can have a law passed, proving the lobbyist
billionaire Washington Conspiracy beyond any shadow of fucking doubt;
with this example being a perfect reflection of that reality; then my
thinking there is any hope or any chance, remaining in this
oppressive and totally sick deranged evil empire, with any quality of
life or now it seems, any life at all; and I can just totally forget
about it, BRO!!!!!!!! Mouse jumping
started up after I said this, FCC McDowell, but then, we both know
you're hands are tied, and you cannot help me. I once thought Mizz
Bondi could, and later came to learn that she wants me dead too,
Sheriff Mascara. Oh she'll deny it, Kenny my boy, I don't expect
anyone to ever go to bat for me in all of this. But just hope and I
am dead ass fuckiGN serious, just hope to the gods, that after I am
gone, that my shit doesn't ever fall off on any of you. If they can
do this to me, Mister Ollie Stone JFK Greatmovies from 1992, they
sure can do it to you and yours!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 32
The entire months
of March and April have been one huge fucking super 'BOTBAR'
for me, (Bottom Of
The Barrel
Already Rated)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew the Mayo Clinic wouldn't work out, and I was right. There was
a time when the word ''CLINIC'' meant FREE, but not any more. They
told me that was a laugh, I guess on me. They said I did not have the
type of insurance that pays either, they do not take any Health
Maintenance Organization
type of insurances, and my Welcare is an HMO.
Of course, that sent the day right straight to a fucking super
BOTBAR.
I know that I
have to pack up and run away to some place in the world that will
give me the only medicine that will stop me from literally mother
fucking slowly exfixiating to death. I
know the fucking word is misspelled, and I respelled it the way it
sounds, and neither way, will asshole Spellchecker
Microsoft, correctly spell the word. You all know it means choking to
death. I am asphyxiating, in here. WOW
and WOW; they decided to spell it for me
after-all!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY.
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON,
NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK,
BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON,
NEW YORK; take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your
lack of permitted ice cream treats, and all of your wonderful warped
CD's, and stick them so far into where the sun never shines, that
there are no words to express my desire for you to go and do this.
Well to
keep old AE happy, DAD and Stacey Hamblin;
he would be what I thought of, back before the time when I fully
understood the 'great
equation',
when I was in my late teen years; Uncle Heinz that is; my
constant relative, unfortunately.
At least those days are over, that is until I am back on that train
again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times,
this nightmare looped life. Oh I know quite well how some have
questions for me who have managed to go to the LOC and read my 1994
book, “TPB”, inb Washington 13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to
know stuff, only to be able to shuffle lots of pieces all together
and pl;ay with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The
Ultimate
Super Sleuth,
could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the great
United States Copyright Office know a few powerful truths from this
so-called work of fiction, the main one being, it is no fiction.
Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true shit in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEE.
APRIL
3, 2015,
MIDDLE
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY---------H-82/L-58)
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, FEELING 84 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 11, GUSTING TO 15.
OH
MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
What
can you do when they're gonna' kill you?
The
day at the diner of King Neb-New-Shoe
I
told you Dave old pal, so there's nothin' new
You
and me are drowning in the witch's stew
Oh
baby, my sweet sweet baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
Rewrite for music done in 1986 and 2010.
I
have a major new fucking respect for electronic-metaphysics. Anyone
who plays around with making reality via electronics, is a fool. Take
this from me. The one who said in 1983, “Don't
EF around with magnetics”. After I
am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse.
It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight
deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for
them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin
to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is
an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be
the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy
will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor
strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more,
that will be the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire
global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight.
Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use
me any more, that will be the end for them.
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Audience |
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I
knew they would not allow me to live to the 100,000
crossover; and no puns meant there!
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I don't
dare be punning and joking around. These fucking bastards are worse
than you were that night in middle May, outside Brads place when you
lunged out from those bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. And
these fucking jerk-offs on television think they have some shit with
their cool shows. I was there and faced a real vampire, or whatever
the fuckiGN hell she was, back in 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Could you have prevented that attack on me as well, Rodney?
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”, allow me to remind all of you that my murder will
most likely go unpunished. But up in the future I get back at all of
you and have never told you this. May the gods help me for spilling
these beans. More than twenty-eight centuries from now, in a place
that really quite frankly ain't anyone's bizz; HACK-HACK-HACK SCUM
BAG DIRT HOLE born of a dirt hole; with another (WD-HACK) Bob-FCC,
YO; I convinced the society around me which was quite small, exactly
1800 people. Who knows, maybe one person for every number in the
original Robin Hill Apartment I resided in while in this current
existence; then adding in SSJKK and myself is two more so
1+1+1800=1802 as in Robin Hill. I don't know that for a fact, but it
is one hell of a wild coincidence, huh Knick Heaterhotels. Well,
first we went back only we did not go back. You scratch your heads, I
know. We went sideways. We just created a parallel world where it
became around the year 11,200 BCE by our present calendars of 2015
AD. When I convinced SSJKK not to stop this little experiment, it all
went this exact way. This incredible teenager won't ever tell me why
she does things the way that she does. But she recently showed me
that this medical condition that I have is a pivotal tart of the rest
of humanity's future. First came 1954, then 1965, then 1969, then
1980, then 1983, and then now here in 2015. Hay you don't want this
too easy. What fun would it be if Mark Bruner and Mark mohr and dick
Wolf and the Macy-Karge bunch spilled all of the beans? YUK THAT!
My
new roulette system, even while I am slowly dying; is beyond
wonderful and I only wish I had it years ago when I lived practically
down the road from good old mother fucking Atlantic City. But this
same system is light years ahead of even the mighty GAWNUM, and all
of the DIE words proving that my awesome daughter, at even the age of
ten; indeed was doing all of this. But there is so much more to this
shit. This new system has assigned a subdivided area of my entire 9.3
year blog, or maybe said better, it has broken it up into pieces of
time that is was written. With a fast translation formula, I can get
to that right up on the net within a minute or two. Here is what
popped up when I asked why I am dying of this 1983 condition. Even
the mighty FCC MC DOWELL will have to concede here, that this goes
even beyond being just vely-vely-intelesting, YO!
DECEMBER
12, 2013,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:20
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
THANK
YOU SEABOTTOM. I ALWAYS DID BELIEVE IN YOU. WE NEED TO TALK SOMEHOW,
about W----U radio, and those tapes from the nineteen-nineties.
Yesterday,
I was under too much horrible fucking siege from the MILITUFORCE, to
tell how it had been exactly 4 years to the day, that I awoke at a
I-95 rest stop, where I had slept since arriving by car in
Jacksonville, Florida the night before close to midnight, and found
this cozy rest stop to relax my fucked up weary bones for a few
hours. I thought I arrived in paradise for a few hours, and was
struck extremely hard with a powerful punch from Mister Reality, as
the hours passed along after being awakened by a very nice highway
trooper who asked me if I was all right, as they really do not want
folks to sleep at rest stops other than for maybe four hour maximum
cat naps. It is all one huge con game with those with money, all
aiding each other, perhaps not even realizing what they are doing
consciously, and seeing it from their vantage point of not allowing
bums to stink up their society and its 'beauty'. They really want you
to check into some 200 a night hotel near highway exits. Fine, we all
would like to do this as well, hot meals, hot baths, comfy beds, the
works. But again, there goes hard puncher Mister fucking Reality, to
greet us all. Ouch! As I continue along with PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL,
AAAB, I awoke without incident an almost an hour ago. I need to put a
few things on this record, RIGHT NOW, lovely LOO-10-ant, Anita
Corecedin. I did not ask to get born. I did not ask to be in this
mother fucking family. I did not ask to share the burden of this
family's cock sucking horrendous curse. No one ever asks me anything.
I just get pushed around and shoved hard, right into one dogshit pile
after another. This
sounds like I'm Fruitcake City and I know this, I also know it is
true. For some reason, these same things that are said in holy bibles
and ancient writings are totally acceptable, that is until somebody
claims these miracles are surrounding them personally, for their
entire life, right Dorothea Dario? Yes, she sure knows about having
numerous operations licenses herself, she and hubby crook. They were
two violent and evil peeps as young teens and adolescents, and went
right on being total trash cubed. Yes, as I said so perfectly in the
mid late autumn of 1995,
''I do think it wise, that this book be made a part of the life
journal of Mark Wayne Clark Mohr. This is the beginning of the book
known as Morianity Bible. Morianity bible is as the name implies, a
bible; a bible to sustain, to edify; perhaps save the very life of
the author of this bible, at some critical time when without it, the
author may commit suicide. A lot of things are difficult to find a
point of origination. It's very difficult for me to tell myself or
anyone else, where this pain, and these negatives in my life began.
I've noticed it seems to be a trap, a negative within a negative, and
I'm convinced that part of the thing that's working against me, the
force, the thing, whatever is working against me, derives its power
from a continual perpetuation of confusion. Keeping someone confused
has won many a boxing bout. Confuse a business partner, confuse an
opponent in a law case, and no genius is required to know the
outcome, that the person doing the confusing has a great chance of
winning''.
THIS IS FROM the original Morianity Bible old Testament that was
dictated at the highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey,
onto C-90-cassette tapes. Only my first tape survived my trip to
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are more things under Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are drempt
about in your whittle philosophy, so sayeth the GAP William
Shakespeare!!! Yeah screw you death angel, I know I'm dying, so take
me already you asshole!!!!!!! Whatcha-waitin-4? The PASSOVER or the
CROSSOVER? Now THAT Sir Rockdroid Lurch
Blucranrodden, IS A BIG ASS PUN,
so WEEEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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