SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 12-11-2015
AT
1:00 P.M. AGAIN,
EXPLORATRON-PATTY-PAULA
and her gang, just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it
is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808
too. I
COULD USE HELP, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AS THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING
VIOLATION OF MY DAM CIVIL LIBERTIES, KIND SI
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Sheriff
Mascara; I WAS JUST SUPER FUCKING HACKED, IN
VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS TO SPEAK.
When
Exploratron PP hacked me, it wiped one one and only one section on my
previous blog. I had told on it that I enjoyed four hours last night,
of the H-2 Channel. How despite my not believing in their ideas of
the UFO-ALIEN situation, I see it as the Exploratron
Supermind Society, or the real travelers
club, from distant or more future points than our own, in
parallel universes; where the MIND is able to
travel into less MIND-AWARE beings such as us, their
doppelgangers, and they can do so way much more than just what I have
discussed so far ON ANY OF MY DAM MOTHER FUCKIGN MORIANITY BLOGS,
YO!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, no matter how translations of ideas may all
vary, I was left with the undeniable reality, that these UFO-people
(MUFON) and those who join these UFO clubs, seem to know exactly why
so much shit that I never could adequately address or explain, in my
own personal life since leaving high school, all happened, and even a
lot of it before then. After all folks, I was sent to NJNPI for the
school year of September of 1965 through June of 1966. The only thing
that I can possibly think of is that I blogged this before going to
sleep last night, earlier this dam ass morning, in which case,
Patty-Paula's hack into my PC was not the cause of some hack that
eliminated and deleted part of a blog text.
After
viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about
the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite
my absolutely not believing in this,
or shall I say, on
its face value
of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya),
as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient,
along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings,
covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so
far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and
labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I
believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even
sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and
if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know
that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what
they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to
do so; JUST
AS ALL OF YOU DO,
when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote
only what I have named this, ESS.
All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the death angel is going past me
on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks,
agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my
family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way
every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me,
Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and
they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not
unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows. It's
fuckiGN disgusting, just how accurate all of this information,
depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life,
and yet when this new shit is
added into the mix of enlightenment;
things
fuckiGN clear up for me at warp fucking speed,
my fiends and my friends out here, YO!
Now
some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I
do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education,
and they threw you into special education way back in the end of
1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965
through June 1966, they
threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey
Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey!
Well,
you would be right.
I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild
and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up
around 1972 and into 1973, as
I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL.
I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do
know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have
the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just
what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of
the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly?
Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just
shut up like none of this mother fuckiGN unfathomable shit ever went
down around me, YO?
Yes
lads and lassies; this
was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally
entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL
Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU;
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in
the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that
videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along
with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one
being the one called, “Where
No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?
Yes,
I was wrong, and am slowly losing my mind from age, stress, and
endless death persecution for thirty solid years with no let up
whatsoever. And people of faith tell me to believe in some righteous
powerful all caring god. You have got to be totally out of your
mother fuckiGN minds, people!
I
admit that my paranoia is way up there in the fuckiGN stratus and
cirrus clouds, along with Paula King's height! WEEEEEEEEE! Originally
back yesterday afternoon around three or so, on the eleventh day of
December, I was closing out this chapter. However, I am now going to
keep thisTLETHORNS, and this, Microsoft; and add a few things now, on
ths early Saturday morning, on 12-12 here in 2015, and I hope to make
it through the day. As I typed this at 12:25 AM, a fire alarm is
sounding, so I guess if that is not the quintessential and fuckiGN
cunt ultimate speaking too soon about something, then I do not know
what is. Boy is this stupid mother fucking alarm back these days, and
annoying. I do not report all of th em on these blogs, just once in a
while. I either have some new jerk offs in my PHA building, AGAIN; or
some old ones being ignorant assholes,
right Mister Mayor? Say hi to the Bourse
Building
for me,old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
fire ladder peeps have deactivated this horrible dam alarm praise be
to the gods, at 12:32 Ante' Meridian. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Yes
folks, I do love my pals over at LADDER-15. AHA-AHA-AHA, and have
yourselves a merry little X-mas day; all Merry's out there, and all
others too, YO BRAH!
DECEMBER
12, 2015,
EARLY
SATURDAY MORNING AT 12:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE YESTERDAY WAS: (H-79/L-63).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 93%. WIND CHILL IS 64.
WIND
IS STEADY-NNE, WITH QUICK GUSTS TO 18.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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Aunt
Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about
anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur
Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a
dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway. Even to riding
run-away trains, huh CUZZ??????
You
know, I am getting very fucking sick and god dam tired, of all of
this persecution, for
forty mother fuckign dogshit licking years, peeps.
That and civil rights violation, being robbed and raped and
assaulted. I never ever will sit on any big court case, as I won't
get past the Vuodier
opening, where the prosecutor will love what I must admit to under
oath and for the county record, but then, THE DAM DEFENSE ATTORNEY
will want me out of that room faster than fifty-five jack rabbits all
combined being chased by seven planets of ferocious ball lightning
bolts behind them!!!!!!!!!!! Saying
the following things do not even scratch a surface of tons and tons
of mother fucking dirty-tricks right out of all dick Nixon's play
books; huh Tom NFL Glenn, old pal. Old buddy, YO????????????????????
Diva
Shania,
and her colorful non dreamed
city of major song rip offs,
merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to
many truths and secrets, about both music,
and its
interaction with Mountainpen
(me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the
government, and its agencies, always side with the big superstar
people, the big
giant moguls
of the business world, the top
folks on the ladder rungs
that are nearest to the fucking cirrus clouds, and this
no way excludes the mighty and wonderful GAP United States Library Of
Congress Copyright Office,
and what they did to me in the late summer time in 1980, in favor of
Marcy
Levy and Robin Gibb,
of the great world famous superstar Gibb Brothers BEEGEE
music assholes; and their theft of my pal Tom Glenn's arrangement, on
my LOST
LOVE SONG!
Yes sir/ yes ma'am, the great and powerful (GAP) ©
OFFICE, always sides with the big wigs; and screws shit up, and even
alters documents TO
FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY FUCKING CUNT CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful
organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts
on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and
fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at
Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to
quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's
the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam
mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won't
bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fuckign
ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people
who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote
Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I
cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO
were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature;
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my
blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great
washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a
summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic
City!!!!!!!!!!! And
yes, I know that the word 'Vuodier'
is
probably misspelled, and Spell checker was a rotten fucking help, or
no help, and only offered me the word 'vineyard'. I know th eword
exists, as Dick Woooooooooooooolf dam crew taught it to me, on their
beyond fantastic show, “L&O”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo; I
will never totally know,
so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a
larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box;
great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I
must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK I'm
back,
EVIL
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ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DOT COM ASKS THE MOUNTAINPEN:
When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
MOUNTAINPEN
RESPONDS WITH:
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
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