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SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
There
is lots of noise around my apartment today, and on top of that, I am
hot, with mediocre air conditioning, the rats and roaches are
non-ending, eating my toilet paper and pillow cases, and Sheriff sir;
I know this is all a big civil matter, I am not
some retard. Still, it is very unfair that I am being treated
so very damn poorly in your county, kind sir, with my horrendous
enemies being permitted to wipe me out so badly, and you and the cops
all just sit idly by, and let me die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
2, 2018,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON, AT 2:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
RANGE: (H-86/L-76).
HUMIDITY
IS 72%.
HEAT
INDEX IS 86 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 3 MPH, WITH GUSTS AT 24.
RAINFALL
TOTALS TODAY ARE 12 CENTI-INCHES.
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy. The best that I can ever hope for anymore is
one or maybe that freaking occasional two day period of some relative
peace. It is so damn unfair. I am not twenty or thirty or even forty.
I will turn age 64 on the fourth of damn December and I am a totally
screwed up old frail pathetic man! Why can't
these rotten bastard pricks just leave me alone, kind Sheriff Ken
Mascara, sir??????????????????
Remember
that old ad on the idiot box for the United Negro College Fund, that
came on over and over, saying, “The mind
is a terrible thing to waste”? Well it is, and for
anybody. Dawn King was the absolute queen of
wasters. Many only waste a little bit. I try never to waste
anything, as that is simply how my mother brought me up to be, as we
were always totally dirt ass poor, and I have been totally dirt ass
poor all my life, under this monstrous and horrendous HUNTINGTON
CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is not so much
about waste or the mind being wasted. It is
about the way the mind works. I feel that people who don't
know some of these facts, are automatically wasting their mental
faculties. But then that is just my opinion, although Mashell Daniels
back in 1980, indeed told me that I was entitled to it, praise the
gods and goddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what facts am I
discussing here? Well, the powerful truths about how metaphysics is a
very real and true item, and how our minds seem to totally connect in
and through this magical kingdom that's only fractionally and
marginally understood by the masses of the population. Does anyone
remember the old saying in metaphysics? You know, “Whatever
you can conceive and believe, you can achieve”? It is
absolutely true, but only to a powerful point of reality. If
the great HALLS-FAWCES
line up intentionally against you, with the absolute agenda of
destroying every single thing that you would ever attempt to do in
your entire mother ******* life; then all the damn metaphysics, and
Fascitar's, and Patty Hollister's in the galaxy, will
not be able to break this barrier of monstrous evil darkness!
That indeed is just reality, son, and Mister Dennis Snyder, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if I did not
have these HALLS-FAWCES constantly and continually wiping me out, day
and year in and out for 64 freaking ass years, BRAH;
I would be a multi-billionaire, have a great wife and family, and all
of the happiness and peace of mind that is guaranteed me under the
great United States Constitution, only this of course for me is one
great big ass total lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mouse
hacking had backed off for a while, great wonderful FBI, ACLU, and
others, but it is coming back this afternoon, YO!!!!!!! Aniwho
let me get back on pernt here along with Mister
Bunker-Queens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whatever
you can conceive and believe, you can achieve; the first and greatest
rule and teaching of METAPHYSICS!
I had falsely believed late last year, that the Lord Jesus Christ had
put a calling on me to end poverty in the United States, with a huge
plan that I had originally conceived back in early 1986, along with
David Roth, who I had met at a job site the past November in 1985. It
was to be done with an incredible idea that pertained to a land
management and real estate development company, that was to be
called, Starburn Outreach Development,
Incorporated, or for short, SODI. Through an ultra complex and
monstrous great set of powerful ideas, all put together, within
thirty years, ten thousand dollars would be turned into ten trillion
dollars, and afterward, this money would all be reinvested in an
incredible new way, so that every family in America would share in a
system that would forever put the poorest folks above the poverty
line, and also simultaneously, clean up all of the ghetto and inner
city slum areas, take a gigantic bite out of the crime and drug
problems in America, and do all sorts of nice lovely things for this
country that my seventh granddaddy and his
pals, founded, (the founding fathers) back in the damn
seventeen seventies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To make a very long story short
here folks, things turned very ugly for me once I so much as voiced
these ideas back in early 1986. Rich bastard
pricks hate people like me that want to help the damn poor and
downtrodden folks of the land. They are all out for them and
ONLY THEM, YO!!!!!!!!!! Now, with
an idea far greater than anything I ever could have imagined in 1986,
because of this new age and its computer technology, I was sure that
I would be able to accomplish this very laudable, humanitarian, and
philanthropic goal. I approached my insurance
man, Larry Lee,
of the State Farm Insurance office,
here in my town, and county, Fort Pierce, Florida, Saint Lucie
County, USA; and shared a very tiny basic few facts about this idea,
enough to whet his appetite without giving away the entire monstrous
secrets involved. When he never got back to me, and I tried
numerous times to contact him, and was given a major brush off; his
secretary told me that “he was up in Tallahassee with Rick Scott”,
the Governor. She half winked at me, and I
knew right then that blood was on my shoe,
Patty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No 'houses need to be burned down', no direct
threats were necessary, but I GOT THE MOTHER
******* MESSAGE, YO YO YO YO!!!!
This
was my last chance to do this great thing, and I would have had money
beyond my wildest dreams of monstrous inconceivable avarice, while
simultaneously, taking all American families out of their misery and
poverty, within thirty years. My point with all of this and
regarding its connection to the truths of metaphysics really working,
is as follows: Before Mister dirt bag Lee and my jerk off state
governor totally screwed me, I was sitting in my easy chair in my
apartment. I began to think, gee, even if this
all works, it will take thirty years or more, and I am 63 years old.
This would put me at around 95 somewhere. I began to relentlessly
think day and night of ways to extend my life span. Should I start
mega-dosing on vitamins? Should I do this or that, and a zillion
other things? I laid quietly on my chair and
began letting my mind wander freely but all the while, unconsciously
focusing on my problem of needing more time. Twenty minutes
later, I started thinking of my days working in Camden, New Jersey,
at the various places where I did all sorts of jobs, from sound
duplication to security guard work at various areas in town and
suddenly for no apparent reason, I began
thinking of the job I had as janitor or as they call it now in more
PC-times, building maintenance.
This was at a place called the Institute for Medical Research.
Then for no reason, bang, a conversation that I had and totally put
out of my mind, with Doctor Green and Doctor Corriell, at this place,
came flooding back into my mind, from 35 years ago in 1982. As
you know, I am speaking of transfusing teenaged blood twice weekly
into the body. This is just one powerful point however, and
there are many more that I could share, of just how real metaphysics
is, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By
the way folks, don't quote me on the weather accuracy, as I am not
sure that my hackers are not still in my goddamn WeatherBug system
computer APP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Speaking
of that conversation that I remembered at the medical
institute, that later was renamed in memory of the great doctor
there, Corriell Institute; and the gods only know what the
name of it is now, Mister Jim Toomey, and Mister Northshore Genlow of
transdimensional Atlantic City, and the L&O television show; I
knew that dirt bag Flaw Scamafart, would make a
trade-up deal to avoid prison. Where would that dirt-bag
mother ****** be able to get his teenaged blood in prison? He is 70
******* years old. Has anyone noticed that he is not getting old like
the rest of us poor ******* slobs?
NO
THIS IS NOT
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 119
BUT
A FURTHER DOWN THE LINE CHAPTER OF IT.
Now
if this was 2.5 years ago, then this would be true!
AN
ALERT HAS COME TO ME VIA TWB-APP, YO!!!
Alerts for Saint Lucie County
There
is 1
active alert issued for Saint Lucie County
-
WIND
ADVISORY IN EFFECT FROM 9 AM THIS MORNING TO 6 PM EST THIS
EVENING
UNTIL 6:00PM EST
Urgent - Weather Message
National Weather Service Melbourne FL
235 AM EST Wed Feb 24 2016
Inland Volusia County-Northern Lake County-Orange-Seminole-
Southern Brevard County-Osceola-Indian River-Okeechobee-St. Lucie-
Martin-Coastal Volusia County-Southern Lake County-
Northern Brevard County-
Including The Cities Of, Debary, Deland, Deltona, Eustis,
Mount Dora, Leesburg, Tavares, Apopka, Maitland, Orlando,
Winter Park, Union Park, Altamonte Springs, Casselberry,
Oviedo, Sanford, Winter Springs, .Melbourne, Palm Bay,
Rockledge, Celebration, Kissimmee, Saint Cloud, Sebastian,
Vero Beach, Basinger, Fort Drum, Okeechobee,
Port Saint Lucie, Fort Pierce, Hobe Sound, Jensen Beach,
Port Salerno, Stuart, Daytona Beach, New Smyrna Beach,
Ormond Beach, Clermont, Mascotte, Groveland, Cocoa,
Titusville
235 AM EST Wed Feb 24 2016
, Wind Advisory In Effect From 9 AM This Morning To 6 PM Est
This Evening,
The National Weather Service In Melbourne Has Issued A Wind
Advisory, Which Is In Effect From 9 AM This Morning To 6 PM Est
This Evening.
* Winds, South To Southwest 20 To 25 Mph With Gusts Up To 40 Mph
Becoming West Late In The Day.
* Impacts, Light To Moderate Weight Items, Such As Lawn
Furniture And Empty Trash Cans Will Be Blown Around. Small Tree
Limbs Could Be Snapped And Knocked Down.
Precautionary/Preparedness Actions,
A Wind Advisory Means That Sustained Winds Of 25 To 35 Mph Are
Expected With Higher Gusts. Winds This Strong Can Make Driving
Difficult, Especially For High Profile Vehicles. Use Extra
Caution. Also, Boating On Inland Lakes And Intracoastal Waters
Will Be Very Hazardous.
&& - Issue Time:2/24/2016 2:35:00 AM
- Valid Until:2/24/2016 6:00:00 PM
- Back to Summary
In
Plankatory, we don't have time. No event is ever before or ahead of
any other event. It is not even possible to imagine a timeless
endless existence. Humans think WOW, sounds great. It's not great.
Endlessness sucks!!!
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SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Ladies
and gentlemen, now I'll get down to some interesting cases, concepts,
and points regarding my WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE
ENEMIES. Lots of mother freaking people are not going to
like this blog all that much, I promise you, WOMO/MO!
SEPTEMBER
30, 2018,
EARLY
PREDAWN SUNDAY MORNING, AT 3:19,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,USA, ESMWG.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS HACKED DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
RANGE: (H-HACKED/L-HACKED).
HUMIDITY
IS HACKED %, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS HACKED DEGREES.
WIND
IS HACKED AT HACKED, GUSTING TO HACKED.
RAINFALL
TODAY IS HACKED.
One
thing that I'll never say to these mother ******* hackers, is “Don't
you know that you're out of sight, in the morning light”, and NO,
not LIGHTHOUSE, Mister Spellchecker, SIR,
'WOW THAT', all great and powerful
NON-OZ
EXPLORATRONIC
ENDocrinologists,
EXPLORATRONIC
ENDocrinologists,
EXPLORATRONIC
ENDocrinologists,
EXPLORATRONIC
ENDocrinologists,
EXPLORATRONIC
ENDocrinologists.
If
only I were free to tell you all
a whole damn lot more, but it
would be very risky,
I promise you. No one believes me, no one is offering me any real
world protection from HALLS
FAWCES,
which are AKA the WOMO-MILITUFAWCES.
I can give you some more powerful but general information on Patty's
FASCITAR,
and even PATTY
for that matter, or as I
have come to hyphenate
this in more recent times; Patty-Paula.
I can give a lot of information on why our 'true
beingness' and endless awareness (SOUL),
travels around to places both in
the hyperspace,
as well as even the occasional
trips back into the Plankatory.
Here are just a tiny teeny red-line-crossings,
that may get me into all sorts of trouble, that even Sheriff Mascara
may not be able or willing, to help me out of!
You
all have the ability to examine all of my Google-Blogger
(TIME
AND DATE STAMPED)
older freaking blogs. You know perfectly well that I discussed a
conversation over at the Honorable
Judge Frank Raso's rental home
at 65 Middle Road, in Berryville, AKA Hammonton, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, with the great DAWN-MARIE KING, my captor and clever
persecutor in 2008-2009, under a very well globally accepted term
even among the psychiatric industry, “Stockholm Syndrome”. We
were discussing how my daughter would literally be allowed and able
to off somebody, and not go to jail.
You all know it is up there in those year periods of time, when I
indeed blogged this fateful and quite powerful conversation between
us. She made that incredible statement to me in the living room of
that awesome open-concept 6-9 hall-less room home of mysterious winds
and slammed doors. Now just who out here remembers the days when our
wonderful President
#45
made his famous statement that went along the lines of “I
could shoot somebody out on 5th
Avenue, and get totally away with it”?
Hey, I remember it, and I'll bet dollars to donuts that lots of folks
out here do as well, YO! Of
course, that is not proof that he watches me continually and has been
since the eighties, nor is it legal proof of my phone and residences
and automobile being under constant major surveillance. However,
in the law, such a thing as “PATTERNS”
are indeed recognized.
My entire life is one long freaking pattern of these things,
whether anyone out here with tremendous power likes this fact or
not!!!!!!!
Now
let us discuss another one of my songs that nobody will be forgetting
any time soon. The title of this song from the year 1980, and of
course is a permanent record of the great mighty LIBRARY
OF CONGRESS,
as this was of course Copyright © protected, for all that this is
worth, as I came to learn through the damn years. Still, the name of
this song, “LOVE
IS
FOR
CARPENTERS”,
and you know my shortened version title, as it is shown in RED INK
above, LOIS
FOCA.
The lyrics to this song, at the very opening of the damn tune,
discusses “travels
through time”.
Things like this can get somebody watched and carefully scrutinized
in this world, and especially in modern day U.S.A. Lifestyle. I was a
clueless young twenty-something who never realized those things back
then. Now other songs and professional artists likewise said things.
But they did it very cleverly, and left a lot to our level of
imaginations. I mean speaking of those days and times for crissake,
was
Christopher Cross just sailing away,
or maybe, a bit more than this? One can never know. But indeed, my
mom was correct. I was always just too open, too blunt, or put
without sparing my feelings, too damn stupid to know that society has
rules and regulations; every single society the world over, and in
every time era than humankind walked on the surface of this planet!
How do they say it, 'Mom
is always right'? Well, a lot more than most of us give our moms
credit for, aniwho, BRO!
Still, the mighty Trump and his mighty team of pals, even in the
eighties; they gather information, they get to know stuff. Someone
who comes right out and says that 'they travel through time', is
going to attract all sorts of attention,
and not necessarily the kind that is desired, not by any means!
But
in the past couple of years after long hard tedious reexamining of
multiple issues, and past nightmares, and mega-hassles; I
as you all know, have totally switched my opinions and ideas of just
who really those monsters truly were all along in ATLANTIC
CITY!
Not the Callio family and Sarah, at least not directly.
I say that because I know for a fact that Sarah Callio and the entire
family are indeed great friends with the entire McGuire clan, and the
great and quite intense and scarey, Mister
Robert McGuire of Tennessee Avenue, himself!
Still, I really did have that powerful dreaming experience on the
OFF-RAMP of the world famous ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK, but I came to
see that all along, this was not SARAH, but the
great and mighty PAULA KING, and yes, the daughter of the mighty JOHN
KING,
who for reasons that I was and still am totally clueless about,
insisted
huge hyper-time, that
I hosed myself off
with a very particular beach hose right there at Ziggy's
Central Pier Jetty, after leaving his parking lot,
one
block north of his other lot on Tennessee Avenue.
My blogs as well as tons of mother freaking cassette tapes, go into
very unpleasant and lengthy details concerning all of this very nasty
and outlandish mess! Now
I admitted to the entire world that after this first week of June in
1980 dreaming interaction with this wild crazy girl or whoever she
REALLY IS,
I was only able to retrieve originally, the basic tune or melody,
and only a few of the words. It was me who sort of REVERSE-ENGINEERED
the lyrics as though I was trying to go back into this thing, and
properly see it from some very far off point of view. I
did write in the fact that I seemed to have always known this person
from boyhood,
and yes, I won't freaking lie about it. I
thought that she was the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my entire
life. She
was indeed a giant beauty,
with very long light brown hair. Just as the lyrics went,
I wrote this, and I meant it. BUTTTTTTT, the few words that were
directly sent to me in this powerful dreaming experience, I made sure
to keep in there. One thing was right at the end, and it went, “When
you get home and see me on TV, don't pick up the phone, and do not
call me”. The
other thing that I remembered was this repeating line of, “Love
is for carpenters”.
The rest of it was me trying to figure it all out and understand it
all, and then to try and write it almost from an observers
perspective to the entire thing. It
was not until 27
years in the future,
at a security guard job; that I went back into a very deep trance
early one morning, at the Cifaloglio
place where I was posted, and successfully managed to retrieve the
entire lyrics, that this incredible goddess gave to me in this
'DREAM';
whoever she really and truly is, or was, or always will be, or
Congressman
Andrews 1975 'WHATEVER',
and write it down, and
later vocally record it on a little Karaoke machine
that I purchased at the K-Mart Plaza in Berlin, New Jersey, at a
Goodwill Store, while on a short shopping road-trip with Eddie
Himacane and Ann
King, the mom of Dawn-Marie King.
King,
King,
King;
how do I escape this snowed-in-KING of a blizzard shivery ice cold
blistery day,
when I walked over to the great Bank
Of New Jersey, in middle January of the year 1978,
while residing in Blackwood, New Jersey, USAESMWG??????????????? Yes
the © Office has the new updated version to that 1980 song from the
'OTHER-WORLDS'
, oh great PATTY-PAULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to slightly traverse another
RED-LINE.
I don't know if this person is being totally truthful with me, and
therefore I can only relay what he said, and not produce proof to the
accuracy of what was told to me. This is a friend of someone who I
recently met while out on errands. He does not owe me anything, and
said he wanted to check it out. He works for the Division of Motor
Vehicles. When Paula came over in the late part of June back in
1996, to my apartment called Highview, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG,
she
drove over in a Chevy Cavalier.
It was all shiny and brand new looking. I was looking out my window,
and I saw this absolutely unfathomable giant beauty, alight her
vehicle, and approach the main door to my three story six apartment
system. It was right after this that my memories all fade out and it
was two hours later on, closer to the time when my mother would
arrive home from her shipping company job. Now this person has told
me that PK indeed had a registered Chevy Cavalier automobile in 1996,
a dark colored vehicle, as I remember it to be before my memories all
cut out, you know, the
Julie White Syndrome, only without the long islands or the school
buses that make incredibly wide angle turns up there in Manhattan!
This was all about one month after my Saturn Automobile had been
assaulted over at the psychic shop, called “The
Gathering Place”, in Deptford, New Jersey,
and then fifteen minutes or so later, I ran into teenager Nick Cannon
on the Black Horse Pike, and he told me that my hubcap was all
screwed up, when I pulled over to make a payphone telephone call.
This too is on lots and lots of my older blogs. Of course, this was
all also happening in concert with, and no puns intended, that
'time-travel' experience, where
he took me back to my high school, the HTHS of Westmont, New Jersey,
and I was telling people that I came from the year 1997,
and had found myself back in the year of 1968, and later realized in
a major query, why was I telling these people that I came from the
future next year when it was 1996? This too is on plenty of older
blog texts in my MORIANITY! You know it is funnier than dog ****. The
same people that want all of the world to believe in their flying
saucers and little weird alien people landing here on Planet Earth
and interacting, are the biggest 'laughers' and scoffers of my
goddess damn MORIANITY!
Go figure, folks! Spellchecker informs me that I've freaking coined
another word. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes folks,
why do they expect to be believed and then turn around and treat me
like dog puke? Mortimer Mortino the death-angel is striking me,
passing by my left side at 4:25 Ante' Meridian. WOW
THAT ONE!
You
know we could take the simplest and most relatively recent
experiences that I have had right here in Florida, nothing past a
decade back into time, and see some mind bending truths that indeed,
totally all connect up with this Atlantic City bull ****, and these
monster people up there! When I was employed up at 25th
Street and ML
KING BLVD, yes, I said the word again, KING;
working at the place that then was called the Harvest
Food Outreach Center,
and now is called United
Against Poverty (UP)
for short; I had people for no reason at all, come
around and harass me, thinking it was funnier than goddess damn pig
crap.
Many of them would call me 'mahm' when obviously I do not have a
feminine appearing face, and many would start nasty rumors about me,
and still others such as that day in the computer class, and yes,
that too is on my blogs from those days around 2010; and this dude
for no reason at all just began persecuting the mother ******* ****
eating **** out of me. The
lady coworker Sandra Waller told me, “I don't know why he is
picking on you, you've done absolutely nothing to the guy”?
Well, I know why this all happened, and would happen all over again
tomorrow with brand new people in this Shakespearean Play, should I
begin working up there. You all know it too. It is nothing other than
HALLS
HAWCES
doing this to me. It will never ever stop until my HUNTINGTON
HELLCURSE ends with my physical death. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, in just about
all cases with people on this planet, your
hell is swallowed up by your eventual death.
Mathematics however ponders the great notion and question here that
takes us all just a tad beyond this idea. What
if somebody's freaking HELL is so big, that IT LITERALLY SWALLOWS UP
THEIR DEATH?
Just
exactly what did the great playwright Mister Shakespeare really and
truly know about all life being a mere stage, and we are all merely
the actors/players of the entire larger system, where someone or
something is operating some great inconceivable cosmic entertainment
show of a sort? I did not make this up. This is not some concept of
MOUNTAINPEN and his MORIANITY!
My
miserable scum bag upstairs neighbor hammers every single goddamn
day. This bitch wakes me up every stinking rotten day with this
monkey snot hammering. Her entire mother ******* apartment must look
like one big bunch of Swiss Cheese walls!
So
exactly what
is going on with Patty and Paula and Melanie,
and those great digits of '1-8-0' and then extending this just a bit
further and in any boxed-lottery order, making those two powerful
numbers of 1802 and 1980, you ask me? Well first off, when we remove
the damn '1', the '8', and the '0', from both 1802, and 1980; we
are left with those two digits of '2', and '9'.
Combining these two digits in the only two possible ways that can be
arranged, we
get the numbers of 29 and 92.
We have discussed this. Let me take it a wee bit further now on this
blog. All of the people who have turned my life into a never ending
living nightmare hell, are not totally responsible. They become
indwell'd and used by the
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, OR
BETTER SAID, THOSE LOVELY ******* HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
who ever studied basic religions and basic Christianity and its
teachings, knows how our Lord Jesus Christ commanded the 'demons' to
leave the 'possessed' person, whom when this was indeed accomplished,
seemed to be totally fine, but these forces or 'demons' had to go
somewhere, and so Christ commanded them to go out of the person, and
then they went into a herd of pigs. After this happened, the pigs
went ape-crap, and dashed wildly and madly into the sea. It is right
there in any King
James Holy Bible, for anyone out here to open up to the four
Gospels, and read it for yourselves!
Morianity believes these things 100%+. However, Morianity also knows
that in those days, our Lord, or really the Almighty who jacked into
this reality in the same way that in the movie called, “Lawnmower
Man 2”,
those kids jacked into that videogame, and began interacting in the
game; told his closest peeps (disciples), lots of things that were
intentionally taken
and removed out of the scriptures, by the Canon system of the Roman
Catholic Church.
Only a few brave folks accept this truth, and do not keep insisting
on their lame beliefs and ideas, that somehow
magically, the Holy Ghost made sure that the BIBLE and every word in
it is exactly what we are supposed to have,
as Gods people or the Christians. Now I discussed my daughter PEE
from a parallel universe, who when Paula did not miscarry the child
in that universe, was born on the 29th
day of March in the year of 1997. I will never forget her coming to
1802 Robin Hill Apartments in that powerful wild dreaming experience,
and telling me how she miscarried the child. But then there is
another parallel where she never came over to tell me that, and I
found her to be residing at the Harborfields Juvenile Detention
Center of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.
She was an incredible computer genius, and she
had invented the travel-tower.
This is connected to a computer system, and then things are
data-transferred into zeros and ones, and sent to another computer
over the internet, and then turned back into what they originally
were, by way of some incredible three dimensional laser system. She
had been contacted by the great E-BAY people, and they were
consorting with her even though she was only about ten years old. I
was having those incredible 'dreams' back in the year 2007.
I had no clue about lots and lots of things in 2007. I
was destined to put a whole damn lot of **** together as more time
continued to pass.
The
old joke goes, “What
does a sperm cell and a lawyer have in common”? They both have a
million to one chance of becoming a human being.
Well then, what is the damn difference between a throat specialist in
Northeast Philadelphia, over near Grant Avenue and Interstate 95, and
a Cherry Hill endocrinologist one year later? Well folks, the answer
here is that only the great president of our country knows the
punchline to that one. Well, and maybe
the great Macy crew also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
SEPTEMBER
28, 2018,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, AT 4:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS ** DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS **%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS ** DEGREES
MAJOR
HACKING. WEATHER DATA IS GOING CRAZY.
SUPER
COMPUTER HACKING TODAY, SHERIFF.
WIND
IS ***, GUSTING TO ***.
RAINFALL
IS ****.
My
computer was hacked big hyper time huge, when I tried to open up my
OPEN-OFFICE 3.1 Program. It would not come on from the screen icon,
so I had to go into programs to click into it, and the icon on the
screen is off, so I'll have to open it up the long way from now on
until and unless I can find someone who knows how to put it back on
the screen as the icon. On top of this, MY MOTHER ******* TRIAD
NEIGHBOR SITUATION, abbreviated to my TNS, is very bad
today. The toilet germ sleaze bag bitch above me hammered this
morning AGAIN, kind sheriff, she never ever stops doing this, and I
know she is intentionally ******* annoying me, as it is beyond the
**** huffing point of absurdity! To say the very least, kind Sheriff
Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USA; this is a very BAD
BOTBAR DAY FOR ME, but the kind sir, SOSO-WEIN (Same Old Same Old,
What Else Is New?) Nothing ever changes for me under this mother
******* **** eating HUNTINGTON HELL CURSE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES' is because they cannot
control my mind the same damn way that they control just about
everybody else's. That totally pisses them off. Yes, I have *******
deactivated my WeatherBug system, as it is showing hurricane force
winds and a temperature of 52. It showed nearly 100 with no winds
when it first popped up, and has floated all over the place, Federal
Communications Commission, and Anti-hacking and anti-terrorism forces
of the USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is terrorism because
this ******* **** is meant to terrorize me and make me live an
endless life of endocrinologists and living endless hells, huh Merry
Hollister? So as I said, and now in reiteration: The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES' is because they cannot
control my mind the same damn way that they control just about
everybody else's. That totally pisses them off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
so now the hackers have released my Weather Bug from their evil
demonic HALLS-FAWCES grip of TERROR! WOW, Merry and Joanna!
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister;
and told me. You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SEPTEMBER
28, 2018,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 4:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,
THEY
ARE HACKING AGAIN, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNABLE to provide my BLOGAUDIANS with a weather report, AS
RUSSIAN-TRUMP HACKERS are quite obviously ******* with my ****
sucking ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot be certain of the following facts
because I am being hacked to death, Sheriff. I believe the weather
facts for my local area to be as follows: It is 88 degrees with a
humidity of 70%. The heat index is 100 degrees. Rainfall today is
0000 centi-inches. Wind is blowing ESE at 11 miles per hour, with no
measurable gusts presently. Range of temps today is, High of 88, and
Low of 75. This is a real true and honest
STACEY-LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK DAY, YO Sheriff, kind pal and great
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT one, Joanna-a! And yes
great folks,
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
exactly what is going on with Patty, Melanie, and the great numbers
of 180, and extending them just a bit further and in any
boxed-lottery order, and with or without Sir Gawky Gaukauk, 1-8-0-2,
you ask me? Find and dandy, Bro! Since death siege is right back on
me, so that they can get their way today with that mother *******
Supreme Court Justice nightmare rotten bastard, Sir B.C., let us go
further in retaliation against this totally mother ******* wicked and
demonic EVIL EMPIRE, that's run
entirely by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OR BETTER
SAID, THOSE LOVELY *******
HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apartment
Number 1802 Robin Hill, was very
magical; and I'll bet even Patty Hollister agreed with that, back in
1980. The trouble is, I was out of
contact at that time, but the reason for that would take five years
to scratch any serious surface about, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes,
for
one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time year,
1---9---8---0.
A half blind brain injured snotty bratty child however, can plainly
see that these two numbers both contain three similar digits. Now
before taking all of this too much further, there is the other
magical two digits that we arrive at when
we look at 1802 and 1980,
and begin playing with the 180
and the eliminated two digits after this process is completed, the
'2',
and the '9'.
I talked about the song lyric of the 1980 Copyrighted © music
project that I did called, “The
Morning Light”,
with the
year of 1992
being discussed in the third and final verse to the song. But
now we move onto the 92 inversion, or '29'.
This
is PEE's birthday.
Sam the maintenance man asked me, and I'll quote him from the first
week of the summer time, back in 1996, “Who's
your goddess girlfriend”?
I still do not remember anything other than a few quick bright
flashes for that entire day, back there at the mighty and awesome
'Highview
Apartments'.
But I
do know that Patty-Paula did come over,
and AGAIN,
had her way with me, to steal my DNA again, and then on March
the 29th
of 1997,
along
came lovely daughter PEE,
only she miscarried.
This was part of that wild nightmare, that my Blogaudians all know
about only too damn well. BUTTTTTTT,
there is
a parallel world,
where she did not miscarry. This
is where PEE was born,
and lives with me and the entire family, at what over here in this
world, is the great Roundhouse
Museum,
in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.
There is a million giga-tons more to all of this, but for right now,
we
are only concerning ourselves with the '92' and '29' numbers that
remain, once the nine and the two digits, are indeed removed, from
the four digit numbers of 1802, and 1980,
remembering of course, that I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
on May 1, 1980!
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36 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
My
mom worked in a wild and amazing office, for a wild and amazing
shipping company that was known the world over, called Lavino
Shipping, of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She met many fascinating
characters in this place, even my father, who at the time my mom was
there in early earliest days and times, was in the Naval system. In
those days, the service which he had joined, became a part of the
United States Navy, during World War Two, (WWll) and I speak of the
Merchant Marines. My father was at the Philadelphia Navy yard at the
time, and the so-called great experiment that never was admitted to
by our government, was ongoing. My parents met during that experiment
that never took place, officially that is. Mizz Jane Crappants
Slutweeds Sleazedisease just pissed in my ear with her page eleven of
mother ******* eleven, so let me compensate here pweeeeeeeeeeze, kind
folks!
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Continuing
on with my parents, the great never-happened experiment, the world
renown shipping company, and all of these totally wild, bizarre, and
beyond strange characters; that were all a perfectly integral part
of this incredible Shakespearean play; the
great Patty Hollister was most likely, and all puns and
multiple drivers licenses aside, “KING of
the parade”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hammering,
motorcycles, slamming doors, this has been a real death siege today
Sheriff sir, along with a ton of **** sucking computer hacking.
Well, the noise woke me up out of a nightmare where
I was in a parallel world Atlantic City, and a huge storm had
blown up, and waves were coming over the boardwalk, and washing into
the Resorts Hotel Casino, where I
was standing. My mom was inside the casino speaking to some totally
weird people, even weirder than the most outlandish of her great
office crew! I was happy to exit my way out of that interaction, and
have had to brave the continuing noise all around me. I am really
under the goddamn gun in here Sheriff, so try to assist me in any way
that you can, please kind sir. TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
adequately get real far into this office mess, will take tons of blog
work, and won't be happening now in some wild long mega-blog. No way,
to quote my mom's late and ex-old friend, Mizz Audrey Heller, of
Audubon, New Jersey, USAESMWG! BUTTTTT I will open a few hornets
nests up today, in retaliation for this death attack ******* strike
on me, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There also are tons
of 'DO-NOT-CROSS' red-lines, and caution yellow taped barriers,
that I quite obviously must adhere to; and even my most retarded
followers know all of this quite well. Powerful named recognized
people are involved, and when people with money and power want to
shut you up, they will wreck your life in ways that you cannot ever
prove, and then you are left to sit all alone
trying to salvage lots of broken pieces all around you in
Humpty-Dumpty-ville.
But
let me get the hornets all buzzing just a bit, on a few
things that leave me relatively safe to discuss cleverly, and sort of
in round about ways; yet as ADA
Ron Wirtz Senior said to me so well
in 1991, “Mark, you get your point across, on those DS-Destruct
tapes, as you call them”! As soon as I posted up my last
blog, and then shortly retired to bed; POW. I was with some people
who I do not know from over here in this waking world system of
reality, and they were trying to get me to take
them to that house of nakedness, on the highway, somewhere in the
vicinity in N.E. Philadelphia's Grant Avenue, and Interstate-95.
Someone in the Exploratronic Supermind Society of the non-automobile
and Lexus Chapter, HAHAHA, was attempting to pump me for all sorts of
nasty information. This was just a few hours after I posted up this
last blog in the world of cyber-electronics. But it gets a whole lot
freaking better than this, kind folks out here, from Mother-Russia
with love, all the way to the damn lovely moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then I found myself being questioned by some Narcotic Detectives
about my anti-anxiety medications, and they were totally and
absolutely demanding to know the true connections in all of this,
with my daughter and myself. Anyone not half brain-dead knows that
there is one, but they were going to get me to tell them a lot more
secrets than I planned to, by taking me with them in what mortals
call an extremely vivid and lucid dreaming experience. The real joke
here is that lots of people think the real thing being covered up
here, is the stigma of emotional problems as we called this in my
younger days, being the main theme running through this unpleasant
tale of hellish woe. If it was really only that easy, or to quote the
doctor, “I don't think that's his problem, Misses Mohr”. The real
problems are HALLS-FAWCES, and the mighty engine and vehicle that
empowers them and all of their powerful parlor tricks, the ESS
(EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY)!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!
Sheriff,
this is mother ******* ridiculous, kind sir. pweeeeeeeeeeze come over
and see what they are **** chewing putting me through in here today,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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”, in Washington
13-600-DC.
Folks, I do not claim to know stuff, only to be able to
shuffle lots of pieces all together
and play 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 **** in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I AM LYING, MAY I BURN IN HELL FOREVER WITH B.C., HUH OLD PAL,
SENATOR KENNEDY!!!!!!!!
Will
Morty Mortino ever allow me to escape?
“HERE
WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!
My blogs
So
just what was happening around the time that
I left high school at my special-ed
school called 'Bancroft' for 'exceptional children'? Well, several
things were going on that were more visible although when living
through these times, I experienced that typical effect we all know as
not seeing the forest from the trees, and then also, there
were a few very outlandish and more invisible powers or
HALLS-FAWCES
that were most definitely at work with me, YO!!!! A silly puss eating
child most likely knows that we can spell a lot of this out with the
letters 'Patricia Hollister'. But going on further will take a
mountain of time and type, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there also is
Atlantic City, although we all have probably figured out by now, that
Patty from 'anywhere she wants to travel' and Paula from Atlantic
City or 'any other place she also may wish to travel', is kind of
like Clark
Kent and Superman,
and don't scoff off the comparative made
here, because if this is not some kind
of a SUPERGIRL, then just who and what really would she be, CBS
NETWORK?????????
Yes
great Senator Kennedy, I am glad you believe in this almighty being
just the way that I do. And as Goddess
SSJKK is my witness, if this story is a lie in any way, MAY I SPEND
THE REST OF MY DAYS HERE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, IN
10 TIMES WORSE PAIN AND HELL, AND
THE REST OF ETERNITY MAY I BURN IN
ENDLESS FIRE AND HELL AS WELL!!!!!!
The
absolute answers will never be known with all of this. Still, I know
a whole lot more than I feel safe to reveal on a blog to an online
world or any world that could care less about my personal safety and
just believes me to be a total crackpot ***hole! So we will putter
around with small pieces of chump-change, at least for now. Patty had
some very weird stuff on her desk one day at this shipping company
office once called Lavino, and after an English firm bought them out,
presently called INCHCAPE SHIPPING, or at least presently as of the
start of this century. For all I know it could be anything today, as
we all live in a rapidly altering world and society. I know that I do
not have to tell anyone that simple truth. I know that Patty wanted
those things on her desk to be somehow delivered into my hands, but
in a way that she could never be held responsible for the event
happening. This was some very strange information about a school that
today might be thought of sort of as an online college. It offered
several courses in subjects ranging from mathematics, sciences,
languages, and some occult studies. As most of those reading these
words know only too well, I chose a section of the last mentioned on
that list, called 'The Secrets of the Fascitar'. Only through this
powerful item, did many of the present world events around us, really
and truly all come around to happening. This much I can safely say
without crossing over the REDLINES! BUTTTTTTTTTTTT
should I ever tell how my medical condition really and truly came
about, and I don't mean that nasty sex junk that I discussed about
trash cans, over at the Medical
Research
Institute;
but if I were to get into all that I know about why I choked to
death in 1983, went to hell, and came back as the Chosen Huntington;
well, let's just say that 'things would get
rather dangerous for me around here', real quickly. Sounds
like Jimmy Olson and I need to have Superman fly over right about
now, and help us,here in Greengrass county, in or near, or maybe far,
from all great lakehouses anywhere! In any event, even
Lightning
told me to 'BE CAREFUL'
when dealing with Patty Paula, sort of like other PP's out of
my more recent past nightmares. 'Oh well', Ann King!
Speaking
of beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis, thank
you so very much for visiting with me, lovely
LIGHTNING,
IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!Laugh
if you ******* want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now,
dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother
******* treated all over **** chewing hyperspace.
Yes
folks, my name is Giant Katharine.
Hello
G.K., you are such a beautiful fish!
MAGNESONIC,
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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