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CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
October
is always a major deal.
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My
late pal Mister David Charles Roth and I, would be discussing this
topic of OCTOBER,
many times, back in the days and times when he was alive here on this
Earth-Planet. If you were there to witness these heated discussions,
you would understand just how powerful this all really and truly is.
But what even
Dave Roth and I did not fully grasp back then,
along with our Native American consort that day in 1987,
Mizz
Psychic Reader Laura,
while I resided at 1700
Woodlynn Avenue, in Woodlynn, New Jersey;
was that this mysterious dark evil force that was indeed surrounding
and enveloping us, swallowing us up in death and hell; was
the great and powerful PATRICIA
HOLLISTER!!!!!
There
is so much more to all of this, and where to even try and begin here
in my MORIANITY, would be anyone's best guess, IPYT, 'yall!
I
am unable to rid myself of these endless horrible goddamn roaches,
here in this lovely and wonderful PUBLIC
HOUSING BUILDING,
here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA!
They simply
do not die.
They may indeed be hybrid roaches, specially
bred,
and then placed
into this building;
by the same HALLS
FAWCES,
in some type of 'human-form', and the very
same ones
that created the super
GIFLIES of HADDONWOOD, back in 1996.
My older blogs discuss all of the horrendous and monstrous details
concerning that nightmare in my life, if you search out the first
three years of my blogs, while I
was still residing up there in nightmare Jersey!
Since THESE GODDAMN
NIGHTMARISH, HIDEOUS, and DISGUSTING CREATURES,
have been sent here to harass and persecute me so damn ass viciously
and horrifically; I
am now going to retaliate against these evil wicked rotten
HALLS-FAWCES,
and tell how they got the great satanic evil dirt bag casino owner,
Mister
Steve Winn,
to
illegally cheat me out of eight hundred dollars,
back
on the late afternoon Halloween
Day,
in
the year 1983,
YO; oh great and kind SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR;
and I
can back up what I tell here, scientifically
and mathematically,
beyond the shadow
of any doubt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe this is the best time ever since this nightmare day occurred,
to indeed tell these details; with the POWERBALL
JACKPOT,
as well as the MEGA-MILLIONS
JACKPOT;
being at
historical highs at the very same time.
I dare anyone alive to dispute my claims, and call me a liar. As for
the game that I played at Winn's casino that day, I'll
take fifty lie detector (polygraph) tests,
and you may have any examiner/s on the planet question me about that
demonic Halloween Day, back in 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a made
up story, but instead; one
of many horrible goddamn nightmares,
that make up the hellish and unfathomable rotten twisted and diseased
life of the pathetic pitiful Mister
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
I
need not take a plane to the Northern Shores of Hawaii's Maui Beach,
to find myself, totally and absolutely BLUE-CRUSHED and WIPED
OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took the entire ten-hang death set, my
gorgeous teen babes! But my wipe out and crush was totally illegal,
and it was theft; my friends in the Federal Bureau of Investigation!
I
fully intend to sue Mister Scumbag Winn for my $800,00 not-loss, but
theft by his cheating casino!
I am not freaking retarded, and I am fully aware of statutes of
limitations. However, I further know that when a plaintiff is able to
establish a pattern of criminal behavior by the person he or she is
accusing (the defendant), and can back it up, as can I, this will
legally defeat that time limiting rule of law, limiting me, (the
plaintiff) and accuser, if this were not the case, to the normal
eighteen months time for me to sue the GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL CASINO OF
LOS VEGAS, and in 1986, had a branch hotel in the world famous
playground of America, good old ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!
When
I played roulette, except for extremely rare times; I played what
gamers of this game know as the six “outside bets” of this game.
These six bets are: RED,
BLACK, ODD, EVEN, 1-18, 19-36.
If we do not count the HOUSE-VIG, which in the game of Roulette, are
the GREEN-NUMBERS, most American wheels in 1986 had both a single 0
and a double 00, then we are left with 36 numbers that range from
number 1 through number 36. All of these numbers are either RED or
BLACK. They also are all either ODD or EVEN. They also are all either
low or high, or LOW being from number 1 through number 18, and HIGH
being from number 19 through number 36. If a player is betting
outside bets, or only these six rectangle areas for placing betting
chips on, on the game layout cloth; said player has exactly 50-50
chance of winning or losing. Again, forget about the two green house
vig numbers of 0 and 00. I do not count those losses, and if memory
is serving me, there was one of them. For the purpose of this
mathematical demonstration here on this blog chapter, this is just
meaningless play, and the loss of half the bet amount is not in
dispute. Now I was playing in money chip quarters, or in casino
lingo, with gaming chips colored green and worth twenty-five dollars
each. Any professor of statistical mathematics will back up the
following information. I had a way better chance to win one of these
incredible jackpot lotteries the other night, than I had that day on
Halloween of 1983, of losing 32-straight-bets, at that roulette table
at the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City. The odds of winning or
losing, 32 straight chances of 50-50, is just
less than 4.3 billion to one odds,
and the exact number, Sheriff Mascara sir, is 4,294,967,296:1.
If
you go
and purchase a tiny little hand held calculator device,
available at any dollar store, thrift store, Walmart, Grocery store,
office store, and or any store that sells small nick-knack type of
items; you will find one of these calculators for anywhere from one
to five dollars, and costing more as all items do depending on how
many functions that it is able to perform; but take one of these, and
grab
a yellow-line paper tablet,
and number the lines from 1-32,
as I am showing how the
odds are beyond staggering for anyone ever to be able to either WIN
or LOSE 32 straight 50-50 events.
Now after you have numbered your lines, which most tablets have just
enough lines for you to do this, draw
a line downward
so there is room for you to write
down numbers on the right side of your page.
Right next to your first number which is a 1,
you write in the number 2.
You have a
one in two chance
to win or lose ONE TIME on any 50-50
event, think of it as a fair non weighted coin toss. Anyone of you
who can ever prove to me on video, that you have taken a fair honest
(non-weighted-cheaters) coin, and spun
32 straight heads or tails,
or won
or lost 32 straight calls
of varying heads or tails; and I
will not go through with my planned lawsuit against the GOLDEN NUGGET
HOTEL AND CASINO!
See if you can prove me wrong too, oh wonderful Sheriff
Mascara,
my kind sir! So begin with a '2' after your '1'. Your second line
down on the yellow pad should be '2', and then a '4' next to it, then
the third line should be '3', and then an '8' next to it, then your
fourth line down should be '4', and then a '16' next to it. Keep
going, simply hit “X2” on your calculator for doing the next line
and then the next line. By the time you get to number 12, there
should be a '4096' next to it. If you go all the way to your bottom
line of 32, your calculator will show, as does mine, and will
anyone's who performs this simple experiment, your left side of the
margin will be a '32' and your right side of the margin will be a
'4,294,967,296. Go
ahead and try to prove that my odds on that nightmarish Halloween
day, of losing 32 straight 50-50 chance bets, is wrong,
kind blogaudians and kind Sheriff sir. You cannot. If you doubt that
odds are not calculated this way, just call up any university or any
friend you may have who is or knows a professor who can then verify
whether the Mountainpen is telling an accurate story or not. The odds
on any 50-50 chance ARE ALWAYS 50-50 on each individual bet, but if
you want to know the odds of something happening more than once, it
is always a continuing doubling of the original odds, in the case of
50-50, this is a continually doubling 1 in 2 chance, so an advance
odds query of losing 5 straight or winning 5 straight, is 1 in 32,
because 5 steps take the 2, out to four more steps of doubling,
4-8-16-32. This is just simply statistical mathematics for beginners.
Now the lottery jackpots for these great sums of money, are based on
more complex chances of correctly choosing a group of numbers that
are somewhat numerous. Without trying to blog ten thousand pages
here, if you wish to verify what I am saying, call the lottery
people. They will tell you that both of these jackpots, have a
rounded off approximate odds to win, of 300 million to one. Still, my
1983 situation on Halloween Day, those odds were nearly 4.3 BILLION
to one. So you tell me if I shouldn't go to the Guinness Records
folks as well as the Ripley people, and then go and personally sue
dirt bag Steve Win for that 800 dollar rip off they did to me on that
day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the great stock market, and the world famous DOW
JONES AVERAGE
system. I know quite well that I talk about cheating and crooks, and
even things as wild as my claims of intentionally using parallel
event and torture on me, for these Wall Street monsters and greedy
evil capitalists, to get their endless way, and to some degree, all
of this is filled and loaded with tonza major truths and accuracies.
But I have also admitted all throughout my Morianity, that parallel
event is an incredibly mysterious item that unlike the more
established and well known (cause and effect), works IN BOTH
DIRECTIONS. Now some may argue with me that if you walk into a bar
and a man punches you in the mouth, you may jump up and accuse him of
inappropriate relations with his mom, as well as should you be in
that same bar and call him that lovely 'MF' name, he indeed will most
likely jump up and punch you in the mouth. BUTTTTTTTT, folks, in many
cases, cause and effect IS DIRECTIONAL, and runs down one way streets
most of the time. Parallel event on the other freaking hand, NEVER IS
OMNIDIRECTIONAL, and always is equally causing force-A to effect
force-B, in the exact amount of energetic truth that force-B is
effecting force-A. Without getting real heavily into the scientific
reasons for parallel event to be operating in the ways that it does,
which would take many thousands of blog pages, I'll compress and
abridge the entire matter with a few simple and easy to grasp
concepts and ideas. Many times I've used the terms “V” and “I”
PE. V standing for Visible, I standing for invisible. PE standing for
Parallel Event. Many PE are indeed visible. Walk into a tough biker
bar and yell out that all bikers are %&&*#@$%* and a bunch of
other nice and lovely bleeped out items, and the obvious PE to your
actions as you attempt to make a nice quiet exit after doing this,
will be, if this is one of your luckier days that is, being assisted
along to the emergency room of some local hospital! But then there is
the real and just as true and honest IPE, such as on days when more
than the average amount of white colored trucks and automobiles pass
by you and your home and your car while driving on your errands, and
then you drive home to your significant other and out of the blue, he
or she begins to really act nasty and mean with you. After a month or
two, or a year, or two, or ten, should someone start to become aware
that on days where indeed this happens on a more than normal or
rational way, as if there was some 'invisible' connection to white
cars and fighting with your wife or husband, a person might in many
circumstances begin to think they are going mad and literally losing
their mind and sanity. But they are not. Just because all sorts of
weird parallel-events PE are floating all around this cosmos, and
some would appear to make no logical sense whatsoever, they are still
absolutely real and true. They are real and true because all possible
events are nothing more than cosmic numerations; tiny little
subatomic songs, based on a kind of mathematical grouping of combined
non-musical notes and chords, the way that Earth citizens would
perhaps think of them. If we could hear this, and we cannot; it would
not sound one bit melodic the way our musical system of twelve
semitones is designed to do when they interact in various groupings
(chords) and in various timings/phrasings. Without getting Julliard
degree technical, all I am trying to say is that on a much high level
of reality, PARALLEL EVENT (PE) is very real, and is not supposed to
be used on the Earth Planet, especially to profit monetarily. Money
is matter, and is the reverse and opposite of energy and spirit. When
secret stuff from the world of the Astral Plane is misused, there
will be eventual consequences or said a bit more parochially perhaps,
there will be HELL TO PAY! The Lightning Goddess Diana showed me how
I could apply this PE knowledge to the Earth casino game of Roulette,
and in 1986 I did this, and yes; I HAVE PAID FOR THIS IN SPADES!
Others have used this same PE knowledge of learning how to do certain
particular things to certain individual people so as to effect things
from stock markets to storms, from fish killing red tides to gun
violence, and on and on and on. BUTTTTTTTT there will always be a
price to be paid for using this Astral wisdom and secret forbidden
knowledge, INCORRECTLY!!!!!!!!!! I will go on and say this as well.
From approximately the turn of the nineteen sixties into the starting
of the nineteen seventies, the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL MARKET AVERAGES
was advancing on a divergence-adjusted-annual-average, or (DAAA) of
14% (fourteen percent). With this amount annually (on a yearly
basis), and compounded into its own system, as 100 divided by 14 is
just over 7, the compounding effect literally doubled this DJIA
figure, every half decade during this incredible and wild period of
financial success in the American Business System. In other words and
put very simply, every five years, the Dow Jones would double, from
1970 through roughly 2002, when all of the wild divergence figures
are compressed into mathematically usable averages, or MUA's, and
nothing to do with the Atlantic City Waterworks, either, IPYT.
However, these same equations have altered, right after those three
airplanes crashed into the American targets, late into the third
business quarter of 2001, seemingly ending the powerful 14% run, and
switching it to a paltry 6%. Anyone can see this truth with a yellow
pad again, and that same trustworthy whittle $2.00 calculator gismo.
Draw a margin divider line, and on the left side column you put the
DJIA price 400, which is a fairly accurate daily point average back
in the year of 1976, our great American Bicentennial year! Now with
your whittle two buck hand held wizard box, you simply keep punching
in 114%, hit 1, then 1, then 4 and after that, hit your percent key
(%). This takes you down to your second line. On the left side it
will read 1977, and on the write, you will jot in the number that
your calculator has shown you, which will be 456. The next line will
show the year 1978's average point per day DJIA, and this will be
520. Keep rounding off your screen number when you jot it down, but
don't change your calculator. Just keep right on going. By the time
you get to the year of 1983, it will round off to 1001. 1984 will be
1141. 1985 will be 1301. 1986 will be 1483. 1987 will be 1690. 1988
will be 1927. 1989 will be 2197. 1990 will be 2505. 1991 will be
2855. 1992 will be 3255. 1993 will be 3711. 1994 will be 4230. 1995
will be 4822. 1996 will be 5497. 1997 will be 6267. 1998 will be
7144. 1999 will be 8145. 2000 will be 9285. 2001 will be 10585. 2002
will be 12067. Now once this year happened, unless
we reduce the base altering projection number
(BAPN) or the 'bappen' as I call it, from
114%,
all the way down
to 106%,
the projections do not match up, and they go beyond even the Maximum
Divergence
Allotment
Amount,
or the (MADAA)
as I also call this. I imagine the Wall Street and other governmental
forces ARE INDEED quite MAD-AT
the TERRORISTS, for removing
an 8% three and a half decade long super-bull market run,
from the great and powerful WALL
STREET.
BUTTTTTTTT, as always; this is by no means as simple, as three
airplanes, with a bunch of crazy loser terrorists taking them over,
and crashing them into buildings; back on nine-eleven. Way
more **** is going on,
and would take a book the size of 100 Tolstoy 'War & Peace'
books, to even begin to start explaining all of the crap that's
behind all of this. But back to the 114% dropping down now to 106%, a
loss of 8%. Should you take your calculator and keep going, you would
see that although it tries hard, we are no longer in the 14% annually
increasing bracket for the markets, but rather down to 8%, just
slightly over being sliced in half like a piece of oven bread in the
Italian Bakery. We were around 30,000 points as I told you all we
would be, recently, BUTTTTTTTT; in continuing to use the 14%
projections from 1976 at 400 points per day average, as a good
rounded off average; this figure of 30,194 would have had to arrive
by the year 2009. Then by 2015, at this same increase, it would have
been 66,275. By 2016, it would have been 75,553. By 2017, it would
have been 86,131. By 2018, or this year, it would have to have been
averaging around 98,189 points. That's more than three times the
actual price maximum, a tad bit earlier this year. So readjusting the
equation from 114% down to 106%, and beginning with the year of 2002,
and the price of 12,067, we take our trusty whittle calculator and
begin going (X106%) over and over, and here is what we arrive at. In
the year of 2003, we get a price average DJIA at 12,791. In 2004, we
get 13,558. In 2005, we get 14,372. In 2006, we get 15,234. In 2007,
we get 16,148. In 2008, we get 17,117. In 2009, we get 18,144. In
2010, we get 19,233. In 2011, we get 20,387. In 2012, we get 21610.
In 2013, we get 22,907. In 2014, we get 24,281. In 2015, we get
25,738. In 2016, we get 27,282. In 2017, we get 28,919. And
finally the current year of 2018, we get 30,654,
right where we are, or were a couple weeks back when I last saw the
price on the news, at just under the $30K
point-price. Continuing these price-point projections into the future
years at 106%, we arrive at these numbers, and you can use your
whittle hand held wizards and do the very same thing, taking the 2018
price average of 30,654 and simply hitting the keys 1-0-6-%. The new
price average will now come up for 2019, as 32,494.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. For the year of 2020, the price point average, or
the DJIPPA, is 34,443. For the projected year of 2021, we get 36,510.
For the projected year of 2022, we get 38,700, and so forth and so
on, as we merely continue to hit those four little calculator keys,
the 1, the 0, the 6, and the percent key %. WEEEEEEEEEE, and **** you
to Mother Mucous Methuselah.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't really give two damn **** about anything, other
than getting justice
for what HALLOWEEN'S
HALLS
FAWCES
have put me through for just under 64 years now, kind folks, and kind
Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! From
Nancy's noodle knockers to Darren's dancing dairy cows; this is
totally, Mack Kaiter REDICULOUS, if I do have to say it my damn ass
self, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHA-HA-HA.
The
weather as of just past midnight and the beginning of this 23rd
day in October, 2018:
73
degrees FHT.
Humidity
is 66%.
Heat
Index is 77 DF.
Wind
is E at 5, gusting to 20.
0000
centi-inches of daily rainfall.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE 1971 MCNULTY!!!!
ENDlessness
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50 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
October
is always a major deal. If anyone out here could have been
a goddamn fly on my wall, throughout the years
of 1986, until the end of that
horrendous twentieth century, at various places where my late
pal Mister Roth and I, would be discussing this issue; you would
understand just how powerful this all really and truly is. But what
even Dave Roth and I did not fully grasp,
along with our Native American consort that day in 1987,
Mizz Psychic Reader Laura, while I
resided at 1700 Woodlynn Avenue, in Woodlynn,
New Jersey; was that this mysterious dark evil force that was
indeed surrounding and enveloping us, swallowing us up in death and
hell; was the great and powerful PATRICIA
HOLLISTER of
Gloucester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! October of 1983 was when
I lost 32 fifty-fifty bets in a row, at that CHEATING
GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, ON HALLOWEEN
DAY that year. October three years later was where DONALD
JOHN TRUMP'S HOTEL AND CASINO CALLED THE TRUMP-CASTLE,
totally wiped me out and crushed me on the twenty-ninth day, in 1986;
and then there were those other three Halloween days in 1994,
2005, and 2007, when I was somehow incredibly influenced to copyright
musical projects, and send them to the © Office, in Washington, DC,
on Halloween Day; this all makes 5
HALLOWEEN'S quite important in ways that go beyond
silly words, such as outlandish, weird, or
bizarre. Still, it would take a thousand pages of blogs to
scratch the real surface information, as to why
Halloween and Patty, and a few other things such as the mighty
secrets of the FASCITAR, all connect up
into one huge beyond HELLISH NIGHTMARE!
But if I had a gun at my head, and was
told right here and now to abridge this
information into readable quick text,
to give a tiny whittle smattering of the entire 324 inch ball of
hellishness and nightmares; I would begin like this, and go on as
follows; kind lads and lassies out here! ***NUKE
RULES***. This is a shortening as well, for what Morianity
and its many long winded blogs of nearly
thirteen years now, calls “LAWTRONICS”.
If
you pick up a Christian version of 'Holy Words' or scriptures,
especially the KJV of our well know olden-days English translated
bibles; we read how Jesus spoke those
incredible words, “Seek and you'll
find, knock and the door will open”. This is LAWTRONICS.
This is built into the 'game' of the GODS. This
is absolute truth, and this truth as all truths do, has
incredible mind bending POWER! FBI, the
RUSSIAN HACKERS are screwing with
my blog, BIG TIME! They tried to stop me from RED-HIGHLIGHTING
the last red print above that you are reading. I don't know why, but
someone or some thing, Captain Shatner and gorgeous daut, seemed to
want to **** it up, and wouldn't allow me to highlight it without
totally taking over my mouse and screwing **** all up! Maybe it is
because in the great King James Version (KJV),
all words spoken by our LORD JESUS the Messiah
(Christ), are in RED PRINT, and the
enemies simply didn't want another piece of James
Redfield's COINCIDENCE and SYNCHRONICITY truths, to seep into
my BLOGS & MORIANITY!!! Who
can ever really know anything? Of course, never say that to the great
mighty powerful Patty! Gee-pee Wiligars
for heaven's sake!
Yes,
the cosmos is very much like an incredible
videogame, that is owned by, and played by, the
Astral Plane Gods. These games, as do all games; quite
naturally have rules built into their system. These
rules are what MORIANITY calls, 'LAWTRONICS'.
For short, I, Mountainpen, call them, the “NUKE RULES”. Same
exact thing, kind folks. As any seeker for wisdom and knowledge,
pursues their quest sincerely and diligently; the
system is programmed
to respond. Secrets, no matter how great and hidden, and well
guarded by the fawces, Mister
Hall sir; are forced to begin to
give up pieces of the otherwise forever hidden jigsaw puzzle parts to
everything. It really is, to quote Mr. John
Henningsen, “Just that simple”. Not one soul on this
planet ever helped me. Everyone tried to misguide me, and obfuscate
me, at every twist and turn, in all things that I have ever tried to
learn or know or do, here in this miserable waking life reality.
BUTTTTTTTT, LAWTRONICS kicked in for me,
and I became more aware and wise than a dozen KING
SOLOMON'S, throughout all of this unholy mess! Mortimer
Mortino the Angel of Death is
buzzing at my left side, scanning my mother ******* position, at 5:55
this morning. Hey, he did me a damn ass favor this time, as I got to
stare at my damn clock number five's, HA-HA-HA!
Why
does the death-angel annoy the living Mucous Methuselah out of me,
you may wonder; kind and unkind Blogaudians? Allow me to enlighten
you. When anyone is in any kind of mortal
danger, LAWTRONICS has a system in
place, to literally scan you, in case your dreamoff out here
in fifth dimensional hyperspace is terminated. I have monster
horrific mother ******* enemies, who sit around plotting how to hurt
and kill me, constantly and continually! This
activates the Lawtronic system, or (the Death-Angel). Why I
hear it more than most is obviously because I
am the 'Chosen-Huntington'. I am the first born, and the
grandson of Grace Isabel Huntington, fifth daughter of Samuel
Huntington, one of our Founding-Fathers of
America! First-born's are more sensitive to Mortimer Mortino,
another Lawtronic reality, and one that can be found in the books of
MOSUS, in the Bible; pertaining to the holiday
that today is called, the 'Passover'.
There is no way this is imagined. This is not a crackpot's
delusion. Every single mother ******* time that my
attackers really pour it on me, the 'DEATH-ANGEL'
is around me way more than usual and normal, even for me. When
it backs off, so does my hearing this wild
signal sound all the time! Most likely you all have heard
him a few times in your lives, as most have had the experience, but
they ignore it. People tend to ignore things that are weird and
unexplainable, so as to avoid sociological shunning, and full blown
ostracization. Spellchecker
says that I coined another new word. The
word should exist, so screw it; I'm using it, YO!
Just
a whittle freaking footnote here,
my friends and fiends out here: I told on my blog a long time ago;
how in the year 1975, while doing summer
help work, as a house painter, for a dude named Mister Paul Tomastik;
he told me to get something out of his car.
His exact words, even though I
forgot the actual item he told me to grab, was pertaining to his
instructions on where to look in his station wagon. He said to me,
“Opposite the driver's side”. My
brain clearly heard and registered the word “opposite”.
Still, what did mother ******* total jerk off retard me go and do? He
went TO THE DRIVER'S SIDE. Thinking
about this even to this day, 43 years later, totally pisses me mother
******* off like a ton of dog**** being thrown right into my face. To
this day, something is wrong with my turd sucking brain.
Notice how I said on that blog about ten blogs back now give or take,
“I have never heard of a woman having a
baby”, when I was talking about the CREATOR-FORCE
being female as opposed to male.
I know you must have picked up on it. Obviously,
I WANTED AND MEANT TO SAY, “I have never heard of a MAN
having a baby”. My ****** up brain does this constantly, and
in 'exactly the same goddamn way'
that my computer gets hacked. This is not
really something wrong with me, any more than something is physically
wrong with my body when I get these body slam health attacks by the
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES!
This is all being **** chewing done to me by this wicked diseased
bunch of toilet germ swallowing filthy
sub-scum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Telephone
bull**** was in-between bad and fair yesterday, Friday. This is why I
am blogging, but not going overboard, and crossing too many
RED-LINES! Sheriff Mascara sir,
unfortunately, ALL OF MY GODDAMN ROACHES ARE
LEGAL. They are non-killable.
You cannot get rid of them for all of
the mother ******* tea in China's I-Ching Trances of
Third-Vacation-Days! What can I say? I'm so
innocent. Before I started watching
shows like “COPS”, I never even knew that there were both legal
and illegal roaches. I thought that you would get a ticket or
be taken to jail if you were caught with roaches in your car. That is
how stupid and retarded I mother ******* am. WOW THAT, lovely
great PATTY!
Oh yes, these ***holes won't ever stop calling and annoying me.
Comcast told me that they would remove my stupid Call-Waiting
feature, and they never did. What ***holes! At least they showed me
how to go into my account settings, and turn off the television
screen prompts so that I don't have to look at **** on my screen all
day when these annoyance callers make a field day out of ******* with
me, Mizz AT&T Calm-Down 1983
Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
get into a little bit of stuff that HALLS
HALLOWEEN'S FAWCES do not want me discussing on a
potential world wide media platform. To open it up, I will say that
this has to do with Quantum Hyper-Mind
verses Morianity Stage-1.
Morianity needs to at least entertain the George Jefferson's Movin'
On Up to the Non-East-Side of STAGE-2,
or the possible truth that Quantum Hyper-Mind has numerous
multiplexed possibilities, that will be somewhat explored now; at
least one additional angle from the usual Morianity norms of items
such as TSE of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, (Towel
Seepage Effect). I fully realize that no other group or mindset
outside of Mountainpen and MORIANITY, believe the stuff about why we
all dream, and just what dreams really are; quite the way that is
expressed in the Blogs of Mountainpen, or the
(BOM). Morianity may indeed split eventually, into two parts,
where I will admit that there is a twin duality of concepts, and that
it is just as possible, that only when 'soul' activates a clay being
IN ANY UNIVERSE, is that soul actually 'real', along with that entire
universe 'real'. The problem with the old cave-days theory of dreams
and dreaming, is that (TSE) cannot be rationally understood by using
that concept. It just won't compute logically, and anyone who has had
any life at all, and then has read Morianity; knows fully well that
Towel Seepage Effect is totally real. TSE and HSEE (Towel Seepage
Effects) (Hyper Space Equation Effects); these truths cannot be
rationally dealt with, when we change the basic new truths of
Morianity and what dreaming really truly is.
This does not mean that some missing link cannot later on be made to
work it all out. But right now, I would not be able to even think
about trying to rework the old ideas into TSE
and HSEE, pronounceable as tissie
and hissie. This goes way beyond my
father's electric shaver becoming something entirely else, in a dream
I was having, while he was shaving; back at the Haddon Hills
Apartments, when I was nine or ten years old. I am talking about
things that go far beyond tid bit tiny's. When songs are sung to you,
as has been done to me now on several occasions, and by several
people; things begin to get a wee bit more complicated than just a
sound from waking life, becoming part of something else while in a
dream. Now if someday I am indeed able to make tissie and hissie fit
nice and neat, with a pretty little pink bow, all inside the
original ideas of what dreams are; I may be able to reexamine lots of
ideas, and even begin perhaps, what might be thought of by some, as
Morianity-2.0. In light of an ever expanding rearranged concept of
numerous items that pertain to the fifth dimensional hyperspace, for
lack of a better way of describing it, should we arrive at such a
point and place, in some dimly lit corridor of outward time (the
future), maybe I'll begin a Morianity STAGE-2. BUTTTTTTTT, for right
now folks; we can keep things “right where
they are”, to quote my Lightning
Goddess, DZA. Oh and yes, I screwed up,
and said that Zeus was Diana's Grand-Father. I meant to say that he
is her father.
Her Grand-Father is Zeus's father, Zuudlochronus. Many mythological
language translations, merely use the word Chronis, and many know of
this mythological being as simply, “Father-Time”, where we get
the word Chronology and TIME from! “WOW-THAT”, lovely Patty!
Electrons
move in the fifth dimension for the simple reason that they are truly
fifth dimensional entities, since they can 'DREAMOFF' entity
Purgatites, yet unlike US, move in a fifth dimensional
world/reality? I mean, can we really be alive
in all of these worlds, or as the
psychics believe, are we only in this mysterious land of dreams,
while there? What I mean to say, and words limit me from
saying what is really inside of my head, but indeed; I am asking
myself and all the rest of you out here, the ultimate Shakespearean
question here. Can we really be having all of
these other alternate lives in alternate realities, or is it
only real when we “PLUG-IN”
to those worlds through dreams, as the dreamers; and then
bring the entire thing to life, us as well as the entire parallel
worlds around us; by the very process of our being asleep and
dreaming, in these mysterious unknown realities? You see, the
subatomic particle that we call the ELECTRON,
is truly a fifth
dimensional entity. SHE is able to be in all of our worlds,
but everyone except for myself, disbelieves that these other worlds
are there whether we are dreaming them or not. I believe that
hyperspace is a vast fifth dimensional area
containing all of the countless 4-D universes. But the
real point for right now is that my opinion, although the mighty Mizz
Mashell Daniels of the 1980 RPL job, has indeed entitled me to; is
just that, and we are only truly entitled to
opinions. None of us are ever entitled to our facts. Facts are
facts, and truth is truth. Unless someday I am
able to absolutely prove to the entire Earth Planet world, all of my
Morianity; none of it will ever mean a lousy Katy crumby crucifix,
from here to Shirley's
short
sugars! And if I cannot
succeed eventually in proving Morianity's truths, then all of my
suffering in this agonizing hell, will be in wasted vein; at least in
my humble opinion, Mizz Daniels!
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49 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
just had a conversation with a Tech-Support telephone systems agent
at the Comcast Cable Company/xfinity. While doing my prior blog, #48,
and keeping to all of the agreed upon RED-LINES
NO CROSSING DEALS MADE WITH TAWF, and my wacko kid, the harassers
called me four times again so now I know the DEAL IS OFF, and we will
just march along, FULL SPEED ******* AHEAD HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The maintenance people all left, and the super horrendous noise
bull**** has stopped, at least for right now. This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO! This
has really been a major mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO!
Well,
I'll tell you all where this horrible mother ******* **** all
started, with this powerful monster rotten
dream or hyperspace-interaction, that I found myself in, just
before awakening out of it, in a shaking sweaty
horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was working at my
old security-guard location up in Jersey,
called, “Cifaloglio”.
Instead of it being a trash collection site, sort of a miniature BFI
or WM; it seemed to be a large area of woods
and homes that had a team of security guards, because of
some wild event that had just happened. Maybe even Marshall Law had
been declared. I am not going to say, as I am not totally sure; but
something
was absolutely not right! There was a boy, who was
White-Caucasian, a male teen, about 13-15 years of age, with brown
hair and eyes, and about 5 feet four inches tall, and weighing
approximately 150 pounds; who was messing
with me big time. Since I am being screwed with today, by
this harasser who I believe my messed up daughter has put up to doing
this; I can see what Morianity calls the TSE,
being completely involved here, in-between the two parallel worlds,
here, and over there where my spirit-me was 'dreaming',
(Towel-Seepage
Effect). Even with all of this monster
horrible turd swallowing pig piss going on around me today, I'm still
not going to reveal the entire mess, and it is beyond the pale putrid
and horrendous; my kind SHERIFF MASCARA SIR,
and where are you today??????????????????? Jesus freaking Christ
Almighty, for pity sake! I'll only say that this boy kept asking me
if I had taken my medication today, and that he had heard me doing
and saying some really crazy **** and was going to tell his friends,
along with my boss. I told him that he was trespassing on a private
part of the area, and that he will be sorry if he makes trouble for
me; as I will have him up on these charges. He
then pulls out his phone, and he speed dials a ten digit number, and
called my mom over at her job in Philadelphia. After five
seconds or so, my phone rang in my pocket and it was my mom screaming
her head off at me for something, and we got
into a gargantuan loud phone-fight. The very last thing that
she said to me was that she and Patty were going to come over to the
jobsite and make trouble for me, and that the boy was going to
somehow provide some weird proof that I had done some incredible bad
thing, and was going to go to jail. I totally knew that I was being
framed, and had no recourse. I drove out of the area, and headed up
north, and was planning to go up to New York City, and see one of Roy
Carl Weiler Senior's friends, from the jobsite in both worlds;
as over here, he worked with me at Cifaloglio,
as well as wrote that book back in the twenty-ohs, called,
“Secrets of the Museum”.
His book was about the Roundhouse Museum of Egg
Harbor City, just blocks away from where he resides on
Philadelphia Avenue. This girlfriend of his has a place somewhere on
Staten Island, at least over here in this universe; and the gods only
know what the mother ******* **** is all happening out there in that
parallel world place, where my damn ass spirit was obviously dreaming
in!!!
I
am going to say that I never drove all the way
up to NYC, and I awakened out of that horrible freaking nightmare
before I even got driving very far down the (95) Interstate
and in fact, I may have still been in Mount Laurel, just getting off
of Highway #295 and driving towards the entrance onto the interstate,
near the bus terminal where my mom and her friend Shirley, and
coworker Jane Davis, and myself; all met in the early eighties, to
take Atlantic City Casino tour bus trips, as was told on recent
blogs, that I cannot wait to further get into now, since these
horrible ******* bastards just won't stop persecuting me to my
******* total grave, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But anyway, I do remember that this friend of Roy's was somehow
connected with this friend of Frank Callio, who I was supposed to go
up and bring a lovely and expensive 'boukay of
flowers' to, along with a tape of my song
written in 2000, called, “Atlantic
Queen”. Spellchecker is mother ******* totally
worthless, not showing me how to properly and correctly spell the
flower word, but I know you all know what I am saying,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, before I forget; let
me hit my damn clutch pedal here, and switch gears, just for a quick
seck. There is no one place, that the
******* hackers keep switching my WEATHERBUG-APP to. But
all I have to do in order to get the weather for my town
to come back, long enough for me to post up a report; is
to click into the box that says “CHANGE
LOCATIONS” and it will go back; oh great mighty Federal
Bureau of Investigation, ACLU, Federal Trade
Commission, Federal Communications Commission, and
etcetera, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JESUS
MOTHER ******* CHRIST IN GODDAMN HELL. This
is ridiculous,
MR. Mack Kaiter!!!!!!!!
BE
CAREFUL, SOAPMOUTH!!!!!
All
soap-mouth people,
from Mister Kaiter, my old Maryland camp counselor, to country
bumpkin curse-word haters of 1986,
in the back
woods of Medford Refrigeration Lakes, up there in Hicksville-Jersey;
I have one thing to say to 'yalls'. You just try going through what
mother ******* HALLS-FAWCES
puts the MOUNTAINPEN through, day in and day out for 30-50+ years
now;
and see what kind of sanity or language, that you'd be left with, my
BRO!!!!!!! I'm busy on my blog, Mister Wilbur MacAfee, YO, don't bug
me, my BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
almost nailed me AGAIN, Mizz Sleaze-weeds Total-disease Jane
Notfondau 1-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTT,
I managed to catch it, and block it; so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, and
aha-aha-aha-aha 2U2, Mister Michael Freaking 1971 McNulty,
of Exton, Pennsylvania, United States of America,
ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
THAT PATTY.
You
know, when
she
had all of that powerful information on her office desk that day, in
the early middle seventies somewhere; my kind folks and blogaudians;
she
wanted me to never ever learn that she personally wanted this
information to fall into my hands and a very clever plan of hers,
very nearly made sure that this would happen,
BUT
JUST NOT DAMN ASS QUITE, YO!
There is powerful dog**** in this cosmos, and MORIANITY
has labeled it LAWTRONICS;
or for a shorter abbreviation, also calls it the NUKE-RULES.
I have come to know that originally, this was on her desk, and by
late in the afternoon, she had thrown it into her waste basket next
to her desk. Many
would say, and everyone who works in the psych
industry,
that this kind of magical and schizophrenic thinking on my part, is
why I am, to put it semi-kindly; a
weirdo nutcase crackpot!
Well, my response back is along the lines of a coworker's response to
something that I had spoken one evening, while employed at the RPL
Sound Recording Laboratories, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, by the name of
Mizz Mashell Daniels; and that was, “Well
Mark, you're entitled to your opinion”!
I think if she had spoken the word “ENTITLED”
any louder or more angrily, it would have grown legs from her lips,
and punched me right in my ugly mutt. 'Oh
well'; Ann King.
'Still', Lenny Brisco; I am entitled to believe that Patty
was an extremely clever person,
and she may still be. I am out of all loops, and have no clue who is
alive, and who has returned
to the 'great-beyond'!
BUTTTTTTTT I do know this folks. She wanted me to have this
information, knowing
fully well that I would choose to learn all about the Fascitar,
and she wanted to be obscure and secretive to the very end; about who
was behind this great
OZ-CURTAIN,
as well as a whole lot of other ones! The Fascitar is more than
special secretive information from 2,000
years
before the common era (BC)
written
on stone tablets, by powerful mountain people.
Don't anyone out here ever say that the great ancient Guatemalan
culture of mystery and intrigue, got the end of the world wrong. They
never said that the end of the year 2012 was “the end of the
world”.
Study it all for yourself. BUTTTTTTTT,
I'll tell you a huge ass ******* secret right here and right now,
kind folks.
When
Mister Buttwipe Zimmerman,
shot and killed that poor young lad, Treyvon
Martin;
I
KNEW
on that very week; that this world had turned
another “1967 Pat Fat Slob Robertson Cornerstone”!
And I was 100%++++ correct. This was one CURVE
that even HER
FATHER
was ahead
on, and ahead of all of you out here. I just knew it, and then the
shootings just went on and on and on, and I was right!!!!!!! I
don't need any blues,
or crushes,
or other teen
movies
here; to
tell me a damn thing,
Admiral Whalespock, sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
RANDOMLY
PULLED FROM MY PC FILES:
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 125
The
minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and
I both know, with or without being snowed in; just what went down all
around me. I
thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on the guy.
If you want to do it all in secret, please be
my guessed guess,
as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be stopped
or exposed, but
I feel you and hubby know some little bit about these top secret
truths from Majestic
Level TS-#12!
Everything we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free.
But
when I called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this
is how the entire election has been rigged
so far with everybody. No
one ever wants to know truths
that are as horrible and monstrous as what I know to be true.
Last
night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is
very different.
I wanted to control the trip, but found myself powerless to do so,
limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron.
There are many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a
more than one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3
from type-1 or type-2 exploratron.
It is just easier for me to go around again, and be on that stinking
rotten train and
go into my next cycle.
I feel that each time I go through this, things are progressing worse
and worse. I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who
appear to be following me back each time, to convince
me
I am just a delusional buttwipe kid.
I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very obvious
reasons, and my
Milituforce enemies
may think they have successfully crawled into my head and know, but I
promise them that they are not as darn smart as they may think they
are.
Friday
and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous
leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it
was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so
myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will
watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under
inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to
me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!
We
will be talking about why
anyone can pull at random,
from a TV-off air taped video library, to a computer open office
file, to anything, anywhere, at any time; and then literally come to
see the explosive reality of Mister
James Redfield,
and his mighty revelations to the world, two decades back; regarding
the never ending messengers who secretly live and dwell, deep inside
of the worlds of coincidence, and other words that he uses in his
marvelous, and truly beyond outstanding books, regarding his trips
down into Peru, in South America. What he learned shortly after Dave
Roth and I were also exploring this, back while I was residing at the
great and powerful NON-OZ Highview Apartments; is inconceivably
astonishing. I swear to all that's both holy and unholy, that this
goes beyond being unfathomable to the power of a thousand. What
we can all do and learn from this powerful **** is beyond even the
mind blown Count Richard Lennon Von Marcucciess,
of 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We have not even so much as begun to get into all of this incredible
crap, Mizz Carpenter, so WOW ALL OF THIS; PATTY H.
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SUPER
BOTBAR DAY, 10-17-2018, 2 P.M.
BLOG
48 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS
IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Numbers
are beyond wild, and anything BUT impersonal, Mister
David Leigh Smith. I am not going across any RED
LINES, as the phone harassment has backed off somewhat. I
keep deals that I make. It is ashame that when those
around you have all of the power, as
they can absolutely control your entire life, and limit the so-called
freedom that you were taught back in freaking grammar school; that
you had as an American Citizen. The
great U. S. © Office, has a 1988 collection of cassette tapes,
that is the Epitome
of Harassment, TAPED VERSION,
as opposed to the INTERNET VERSION;
where I sent down a very wild powerful conversation, that took place
in the American Honda Security Guard-House, in Mount Laurel, New
Jersey, USAESMWG on Valentine's Day of 1988; where
David Roth was shouting, all about this very thing. He was so
beyond correct, and totally ahead of his time, NO
RED LINE parallels, just sayin'!
The
WEATHERBUG APP hackers are a high school in Indiana somewhere.
The next time it pops on, I will give you their weather address. Only
THEY could have done this, and I do not know why, unless
certain peeps put them up to it, you know, the Braxton
crew. Speaking of garbage like
this; the WE CHANNEL took
off the mother ******* “Law &
Order” television show. My TV sucks
now, and I plan to get rid of the entire package. If COMCAST
does not let me out of the contract, I'll just quit paying the bill;
and then they will shut it off. Screw my mother
******* credit rating ****! I am not paying out from
my miniscule mother ******* disability monies, to multi billionaire
hacking scum who deliver nothing but
headaches and heartbreaks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that
straight to the TD BANK, my kind folks!
Here
is the weather from THE WEATHER CHANNEL, as of approximately a
quarter shy of two this **** chewing horrendous Wednesday butt-wiping
afternoon. This mother ******* upstairs nabe is about to make me CALL
911. The hammering is extremely loud, beginning at mother *******
2:11, and the enemies TOTALLY KNOW that my machine is always ******
up and displays the time on the screen an hour earlier during
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME parts of the year. So Jane Slutbag Fonda
screwed me good, making me see the ONES. Here is my **** phlegm RAPED
(compensated) FIVE numbers, now!
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As
I said, I was about to do the goddamn mother ******* weather report,
when this bitch above me started with her **** eating sledge hammer
on my **** swallowing walls, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Temperature:
87 at 1:48 in Fort Pierce, FL.
Humidity
is 61%, feeling like 93 DF.
Wind
is blowing from the E at 10 MPH.
There
are no wind gusts presently.
It
is partly cloudy in town, it says, well, where I am, I'd put it at
just about completely sunny.
Tomorrow's
prediction is partly cloudy.
High
of 87 DF, with possible showers and storms.
Wind
is out of the ENE at 10-15 MPH.
Upstairs
has maintenance in there, making horrible loud mother ******* sounds.
This day is beyond SUPER BOTBAR. First super sledge hammering
sounds, now super loud power tool buzzing is going on. It sounds like
the entire mother ******* apartment is being demolished by miniature
nukes! I awoke from horrible mother ******* **** chewing NIGHTMARES
about an hour ago. I thought I could escape by remaining awake here,
but the same FAWCES there are making my life
here TOTAL ******* HELL, SHERIFF, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
G-7 OPEN COMMAND.
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH NIGHTMARES AND NOISE TODAY, WILL BE
TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE.
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!
The
nightmares were absolutely ******* off the dial horrific and putrid.
My mother was in it and was a total ******* monster! I had a boy of
approximately age 14 years or so who was really screwing with me, and
I was back at Cifaloglio in this parallel ****hole world, and in a
reality where my mom was alive and living with me, and still working
at the shipping company over in Philly. This nightmare was so
horrible, that even the Mountainpen wouldn't dare to blog the details
of it. Many
times, indeed, when I pop out of a nightmare, where I am being major
HALLS-FAWCES PERSECUTED; my life here follows suit immediately, or
within a tiny march of minutes from getting the hell out of *******
bed,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I
was planning to do some light errands this afternoon, but when a day
goes this bad, straight out of the mother ******* ***** huffing gate;
I
DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER FROM MY DOOR, THAN THE DAMN ASS TRASH SHUTE!
Even by throwing trash out constantly, the
goddamn
roaches
here in this damn hellhole are beyond unmentionable and monstrous,
KIND SHERIFF, YO!!!!!
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