The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": BLOG 56 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

BLOG 56 OF TWENTY-EIGHTEEN

THE END OF MORIANITY.

HACKERS HAVE SOMEHOW GONE INTO MY COMPUTER AND ERASED MY LAST BLOG CHAPTER. They also went up to the Google-Blogger site and erased it out of the blog online, so I am not able to retrieve it. Serves me right for not learning how to do back-up copy storing on those DVD-R discs, or whatever they are called. I cannot fight what is happening to me, so I will pack up and get out of here. I have my mother fucking cunt eating passport, and Trump cannot stop my getting out of his wicked evil empire. King Trump and his MACY CREW are not going to stop my surviving and escaping this horrendous mother fucking place! Good-bye for now, and maybe the Russians will help me out of my SNOWED-IN troubles soon.

Mister Muller; expect my letter to you, telling the entire story of what dirt bag Trump and his friends have done to me for forty years now. This is all so that he can win his scum bag elections, and again, he wins, and will go right on winning, by wiping out the Mountainpen and using this secret of PARALLEL EVENT! You'll be getting my letter soon, registered mail; Mister Muller.

THE END.

I'll be calling the fucking police when it gets light later, to make a report of this highly illegal activity, and total violation of a legal US citizen's civil fucking cunt liberties!

Well people, I just came out of the most powerful and incredible experience that I ever had, and I've had a mother fucking major doozie 'bunchovem', YO! There never was a longer version of BLOG 55, not in this universe. I had a major hyperspace event happen to me, and you won't fucking cunt believe me in a goddamn cock sucking zillion-nonillion damn ass years; my great folks! There is a parallel world where indeed, I talked for about 80 long pages, all about that fantastic early century MACY'S advertisement on television; and I told many powerful detailed things that were so incredible, that I got knocked into this universe, where I now have a chance to repair some of the damage to my 'near-selves' in some other more localized regions of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. Here is what started a little bit innocently, and then blossomed and ballooned into a beyond fucking gargantuan deal, that I never can talk about, not if I do not want to go back to the worst fiery nightmare hell imaginable. I managed to escape and realize that I can indeed make some repairs, and in fact; each time around, when I find myself on that goddamn mother fucking Westmont, New Jersey train, in February of 1969, right after they built this Lindenwold High Speed Line Transit System; I now absolutely know that indeed small things can be altered, but not large things. This is well visualized by Mister Rod Serling of the Twilight Zone show, in the early sixties, the episode where men were in a gentleman's club, and one man went onto take a trip backward into time, and ended up trying to change the way Mister JW Booth killed President A. Lincoln. He found out that small things can be rearranged, but not the larger ones; and this is very true. But I'm unable to ever fully explain what just happened. The fiery hell was too horrible, and I do not choose to ever return to that condition, and this was just less than one Earth-Hour ago, only, an hour is not an hour in all parallels. For now, just know that I will tell a very watered down version of what I originally said, and got into more trouble than Christ on the damn cross. To quote lovely Diana Ross from May of 1983, “I don't need this, no how, no nothin'”! Yes, my medical condition and what happened to me during the time when Diana Ross yelled this at me over the phone while I resided in Atco, New Jersey; is most likely 90+% of the entire mess. Again, I am only able to give a watered down version; oh wonderful Mister Muller of the Russia investigation, but as long as I don't say certain things; then the powers to be are not going to get real pissed off at me, as without this key pivotal other shit, no one would ever be able to prove anything; at least for the most part. I do not dare go on with my plan to prove to the world, how amazing and unbelievable it is, that anyone of us can randomly do certain things, and see how totally connected, all of the cosmos really is, for all of us. Remember how I showed you this, before all my recent medical bull fucking shit got real nasty-ass?

You see peeps, this is what I got as a damn ass result of pasting in that medical **** on that blog a few days back. I TOLD YOU GINA!

Well, we are going to forget all of this, at least for now, as you won't believe the hell that I was in, and was able to get out of through a miracle that you need not know too much about. Still, I know I've whet lots of appetite's out here on the net with all of this, so I will say a few basic outlined pieces of this incredibly taboo stuff, stopping before I get HALLS FAWCES really angry to where they step it up to where they too, cross certain RED LINES. They know what I mean, and I am not going here publicly right now. Let me tell you how a lot of things progressed yesterday, after my posting up the BLOGG 55 chapter, beginning with my finally receiving a phone call telling me that I am now able to come over to my local pharmacy, and pick up the two medications that I had just about run out of, and had major problems refilling, due to very weird insurance hassles! When I had been on the phone earlier, certain utility persecutions happened to me as a result of the enemies fucking with me. Remember I wrote this on my last blog? I was disconnected from my pharmacy while trying to hear my status, and then the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE enemies stopped my COMCAST HOUSE PHONE line from working. Now, during the time that the HALLS FAWCES had my landline fucked up and all discombobulated; they screwed with my mother fucking STUDDER-TONE AGAIN. Only this time, instead of not ever getting this tone when a new message or messages come into my number; now, it always is on, and so again; I wouldn't be able to know when I had a new message or messages. So AGAIN, I had to call the COMCAST peeps and have them mother fucking run another thing through the line, that I think they call a re-set, but don't fucking quote me folks, as I am way too fucked up and harassed to death right now, to think one goddamn fucking bit straight; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! On top of all of this hell, remember it's fucking hot as all shit here in this town. My air conditioning system is totally out of service. So I am in sweltering mother fucking heat, and am being constantly and continually persecuted and harassed, relentlessly and endlessly, kind Sheriff KJM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, no genius mind is needed to see why I am under the fucking cunt gun so badly right now, my Blogaudians. ELECTIONS, MID-TERMS, REPUBLICANS, TRUMP, PARALLEL EVENT; it never ever mother fucking fails. In October of 2016, they flooded my fucking cunt apartment with their sprinkler and fire bullshit. It just happened one evening. There was no fire in this building, or any reason whatsofuckingever, for this shit to have happened; and same quote here, as with my Humana Health peeps, and numerous zillions of other folks as well, throughout my miserable fucking Huntington Cursed nightmare hellish existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! October is a powerful time, and I have listed five Halloween or within 48 hours of Halloween times, that crazy shit all went down around me in one cunt chewing way or another!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As soon as Trumps' people flooded my fucking apartment in October of 2016, I KNEW RIGHT THEN AND THERE, THAT HE WAS GOING TO WIN THE GODDAMN ELECTION, BECAUSE I KNOW HOW POWERFUL PARALLEL FUCKING EVENT TRULY IS, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If he would do things honestly, I'd wish him only the mother fucking total best. But if he has to hurt me and wipe my entire life out for four decades, so he can get his sick vile way in a covert slimy operation; well, that's an entirely mother fucking other matter; my great kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His Castle Casino in Atlantic City, totally crushed me on the 29^th day of October, back in 1986. Dirt bag Reagan got reelected after they wiped out my life in October of both 1983, 1984, and 1985. The one that really effected me was 1983, but every goddamn fucking demonic October is hell, with these cunt huffing miserable jerk off HALLS-FAWCES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Parallel Event is Trump's secret bags of tricks. It was his people at his Castle Casino, who asked me how it works; and then ratted me out to him and ever since, he has been on me like a ton of mother fucking flies on pink puke!!!!!!!!!! When I discussed the percentages of gains of stock market prices, this in no way negates my claims of Wall Street criminals intentionally misusing Parallel-Event, and hurting me; to maximize those % gains, and minimize those % losses. If they can rake in the 14 percent ever since the early nineteen-seventies, until just past the turn of the twenty-first century, as opposed to dropping down to 13 or 12 or 11 or 10 percent; this makes them much wealthier, and using this 'ICPE-APE' fucking shit on me, as they do to get the REPUBLICANS TO WIN ELECTIONS; is immoral, illegal, and a total violation of my civil rights, and civil liberties. Speaking of violations, Mizz Shitpants Sleazedisease Weedsfleas Jane Dirtball Notfondau, just fucking cunt nailed me. Allow me to cunt phlegm rape (compensate), pweeeeeeeze!!! TANKS, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

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After the world decided that they were being bullied enough by our aggressions, and they took action; not that I ever am condoning illegal or horrendous activities, no matter what; but look at how this in fact DID END that 14% BULL-RUN on the DJIA forever!!!!!

Well, it looks like I STRUCK MY OWN PHONY FUNNY BONES the other day, when I discussed the candidates running for Florida-Governor. Ever since I said this; POW!!!!!!!!!! I guess I must have really hit that yelping dog really hard; Mayor G! WHAAAAAAAA! My best to your mother in law, as always! Please, just win the mother fucking race!

Let's hope we can all tone this down a few goddamn mother fucking clicks on the volume knobs, YO. Hey, push me too hard, and I will do and say things that you won't want me to do or say. You can fucking murder me or whatever, but once I spill a lot of beans, the floor WILL remain very very messy for a very long ass time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My problem is that I cannot know for certain, just what targets to strike, and my enemies LOVE THAT PART OF ALL OF THIS mother fucking dogshit. I think that is their favorite part to endlessly burning me up in their sick satanic fucking hellfire! WOW THAT, PATTY H.

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BLOG 55 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I AM UNDER MAJOR DEATH SIEGE; SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, ON THIS 26TH MOTHER ******* DAY IN OCTOBER, OF 2018; SIR!!!!! I am having a major horrendous time trying to fill my necessary medications, due to that major screw up back in July, where my Primary Care Physician (PCP) went off of my insurance plan, and then came back on it recently; and causing this monster screw up! When I tried using my phone to make my urgent medical calls, I was major effed with sir, and THIS SENIOR CITIZEN ABUSE is most definitely highly illegal; and you should not tolerate my having this done to me in your great county, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir, YO!!! I was disconnected from my pharmacy while trying to hear my status, and then the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE enemies stopped my COMCAST HOUSE PHONE line from working. When they do this, I am forced to grab my cell, that I only use for such emergencies; and I called the Walgreen's back on that line. This is SENIOR ABUSE, as if I am not having enough goddamn problems with my damn insurance, and my damn prescriptions; and THROUGH ABSOLUTELY NO FAULT OF MY OWN; AS I DID NOTHING AT ALL TO CAUSE THIS PROBLEM, AND THE HUMANA PEOPLE TOLD ME YESTERDAY, THAT “THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED TO ME”!!!!!!!!!!! I truly verily feel that somebody's head should really be forced to roll for all of this abuse of a senior citizen. It was not enough to knock me off of the medicine that I had faithfully taken from the age of twenty-eight, until I was sixty years old; but then ever since the end of 2014, the persecution just keeps right on getting mother ******* worse and worse and worse and worse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.

WHOEVER IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE WILL BE MAJOR CRAP GOING DOWN ALL OVER THIS WORLD, FOR WHAT IS BEING DONE TO ME; YOU MOTHER ******* TWAT EATING SUB SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing lower than whale turds, are your mothers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You see peeps, this is what I got as a damn ass result of pasting in that medical **** on that blog a few days back. I TOLD YOU GINA!

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BLOG 54 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

It is hotter than dog**** squared here in this place. Maybe it is because I am one angry son of a bitch, and on top of that; it really is warmer than usual, even for Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. On top of that, my annoyer-caller since 1983, is never ever ever never never ever ever never, going to quit screwing with me. I believe it is my daughter, but since I cannot ever know for sure, I cannot strike innocent targets and go shooting in the dark. Should however, I find out for absolute certain eventually, then things will be said that people are not going to want said, and I mean by the damn ass truck load! Within an hour or less after posting my last blog up from middle late yesterday afternoon, this call came in, and I ignored it. I also was in the bathtub trying to cool off with water as cold as it runs here in Hottubvilleflorida, USA. Later on, the hang-

up call came in, and that one I did answer!

Here is the weather in my lovely awesome wonderful hot-hell FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE OF 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE:

76--DEGREES FNHT.

79%--RELATIVE HUMIDITY

79--DF-HEAT INDEX

WIND--ESE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 21 MPH.

TOTAL RAINFUL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS

0005.

TODAY'S FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.

DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE:

H-84, L-68.

IT IS ANOTHER MOONLIT NIGHT.

If you're wondering why I am moaning about the weather, kind folks; it is merely that I am tired of such long durations of the temperate climate around here. I can here Judge Judy screaming, “MOVE”! Well, easier said than done, my lovely multimillionairess! It's like saying, “Do something about your circumstances”. Sure, right. As if I can stop my twisted kid from harassing me since 1983 on the phone, or for that matter, all of these Atlantic City people, and others, for making my life an endless living nightmare super hell! Look, I have no way of knowing just who is up here reading these words, let alone how on the ball you truly and verily are, when it comes to deciphering poor old Mountainpen's reality, as well as his unfathomable, and totally unbelievable life conditions. Unless you are totally moron-retarded, you at least should know where I'm going with that wonderment on my part, YO! I mean, and yes, I'll be real damn ass careful with the RED LINES CROSSING; but speaking of crossing over other things on Grant Avenue quite a long time ago, I mean, come on; things around me are not on some damn Sesame Street nursery school level. Even the song that she used to somewhat imitate the 1983 song called GITYA, when abbreviated; was all part of the CALLIO TIME in my life, you know; right after the Haddonwood Health Club shut-down, and the Levy-Shoemaker Comet, as well as a Lifeguard-Chief, and Philadelphia Slumlords of the great Highview. Right there all mixed up with road trips, and time trips, and even the ultra mysterious 'TEENICK', and his hubcap smashers club! There is a lot more, but just stopping there, and yes; back to the odds again. The odds of just this much, all being some nutty screwed up twisted coincidence of outlandish events, with no purpose, or cosmic reality behind it on some inconceivable cosmic level, would be quintillions to one against just being purely random!!!!!!!!! You all know it, or you are all totally moronic and retarded, and there is no other way to say it politely, Mister Reale and Mister Roe; so jelly and jam that one, YO!

Yes I don't know if life is not all peaches and cream, the human English translation to the Purgatites phrase of 'jelly and jam', BUTTTTTTTT I'll say this much right here and right now; oh lovely Lieutenant Anita L&O VanBuren. My hang up caller illegally spoofed their caller ID to read out 772-000-0000; oh great and wonderful Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, my kind sir! This call came into my box at approximately eleven minutes shy of nine of the clock last night. It is now 12:45 in the Ante' Meridian, on this early Friday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, of this twenty-sixth October day, in the year of our Lord, 2018. Look, I cannot be sure of a lot of facts, but many things tie together. Look, if I could be totally positive; I would tell things beyond horrible. None of you have a clue about the first ten years of my daughter's life, and you don't need to. You also don't need to know lots of other things during those after-times, for lack of saying it any better. I am no wordsmith, but if you were to ask the ex-ADA of Camden County, New Jersey, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior; he would indeed tell you, “Mark can get his points across”. Even Mister Philbin knows where you can take that to, without doing any choir preaching! You know folks, the one thing that I would wish for if I could meet that magical genie that we all have heard those stories about, who grants three wishes to unsuspecting people, who end up far worse for wear, after meeting this dude; but still, I would not ask for billions of dollars, or a hot nineteen year old seven foot giant girl to fall madly in love with me, or any of the things you might think I'd wish for, knowing me and after reading nearly thirteen years of the Mountainpen's Blogs. I WOULD SIMPLY ASK TO KNOW EXACTLY WHO IS DOING ALL OF THIS TO ME, AS WELL AS GODDAMN WHY THEY ARE DOING IT! That my friends and my fiends out here, all over this messed up, sick, twisted globe, of germ globules; IS what I would want to know, and wish for; if I was granted just ONE MAGICAL WISH. So call me crazy, as I am sure you all already do aniwho, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night's Gubernatorial debate here in Florida, was absolutely wonderful. Now let me give you the biggest wow in it, and maybe the funniest thing about it, as well. After those type of events end, as we all know who watch them; there are the commentaries from other people from all walks and stations; students, parents, other politicians, you name it. All of it was great. I am as you know, a die hard total Democrat, who was brought up to be a staunch Republican. Still, that being said, one thing was totally missed by all of the persons who gave their opinions, after it was all over. I say it was missed, as it has a personal angle and slant with me. Maybe it merely does not for anyone else, who can know? I refer to what the D candidate said, following his R opposing candidate, in the midterm election state race for the future governor, when he nuked out, and lost his cool. The D candidate said the very same thing that all of my LIFE JOURNAL discusses on cassette tapes, that I lost due to the King Family, and what they did to me; but on those countless many tapes, I said literally zillions of times that when you strike a nerve, and I would call it WOMO'S FUNNY PHONY BONE, then you will get the endlessly expected 'OUCH' screams. The D candidate said it perfectly, and again a paraphrase, and not an absolutely perfect quotation here, but along the lines of, (when you hit a dog real hard, it yelps), as did the R candidate when he freaked out. Of course all of the R peeps loved it, and the Trump Base too. Well, David Roth said it decades ago and it has absolutely no shock value whatsoever to me; “water seeks its own level”. I try not to go anywhere near current events on my blogs as Morianity exists far beyond the time barrier, and what is going on at any one given era in STM. Still I did think this to be totally worthy of a major footnote here, my kind Blogaudians! So WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad evil forces think that they can hurt and hurt and hurt, pathetic, and vulnerable innocent people who have no way of fighting them back with any significant force on their level, and well; “too bad you little phlegm drinkers”; is their endless vile and demented attitude. This is the bully syndrome, but there is a much larger deal to being a bully. I told a girl who was my approximate age, one sunny day on an Atlantic City beach, in the summer time of 1966; that there were two different ways for people to have fun. One was to make their own fun, and the other is to ruin other people's fun. The latter of these is done BY BULLIES. The bully you see, is absolutely incapable of making his or own fun, and the only true pleasure that they are ever able to derive out of this life; is to up set other folks around them. This simple principle exists at very micro small levels, and goes all the way into the most huge and gargantuan freaking modalities of existence. THIS IS THE BULLY SYNDROME, and IPYT. It is real, and to be quite honest, IT'S PITIFUL! It's pitiful for all of us who must endure mother ******* ***hole bastard bullies, and it is pitiful that they need to exist, since Eve caved into the damn snake, back in mother ******* Eden's lovely gardens!

When I had that wild dreaming interaction during the exact same week that our American Government, and the United States Air Force System closed down their PROJECT BLUEBOOK regarding the study of UFO'S; some 'alien' or GOD or GODDESS really, to quote the mighty ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS of Mister VanDaniken; came to me in what mystics and psychics love to refer to as THE DREAMTIME, or the DREAM-WORLDS; and not only did incredible things to me in the interaction, but SHE also did incredible 'TSE' or Towel-Seepage-Effects to me, after I awoke from this, early on one particular school day morning, in early-middle December, back in the year of 1969. In this wild dreaming-interaction or hyperspace-adventure, she took away my very special chain, that Mister John CIA Henningsen had given to me about a year earlier, give or take; before I had moved out of the apartment at 125-A Haddon Hills, on Pyle Avenue, in Westmont, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, and moved into the apartment a mile or two away, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, at 0-15 Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue. This incredible teenaged girl (SSJKK) from the DREAMTIME, grabbed this heavy motorcycle chain out of my arms on the beach, and then after I awoke and searched for it in my bedroom closet, shared in very special hyperspace realities, with a major games-man named Future-man Patrickjane, IT WAS GONE! Unless you have read my 2007 blogs, you won't really understand what all of that is about, so why not give it a read, or even a reread? Aniwho, SHE managed to steal this chain away from me in both the DREAMTIME as well as in my real waking-life bedroom closet, in that Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment. This is not the entire story. After I boarded the bus to go to school that morning, about an hour after getting up out of bed; the entire sky was suddenly filled with a gigantic weird and beautiful jet contrail or vapor-trail, or what in the future, has come to also be known, Sir CNN-Prince, as a CHEMTRAIL. If you search that word on Google or on You Tube, you will be beyond totally amazed!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a perfectly made star, that if it were hands on a clock, would read 2-4-6-8-10-12. It was three 120 degree angles of a perfect circle. Now allow me to go on and further say that if looking at this shape mathematically, there also are six triangles that each have two straight lines and one totally curving line that connects the straight ones. There are many wild observations to be noted, but the biggest one is, why the hell was this incredible thing suddenly up in the damn skies all over Eastern Camden County, up in New Jersey on that icy cold blustery December day in 1969? Every son of a bitch in that quadrant of the county must have seen it. BUTTTTTTTT, it never made the news, or gained any type of media attention. There are a few who wonder if indeed, my very mysterious and powerful wild daughter, who was baking in Patty's oven at the time; was not able to pull all of this off. Even Russell to this very day wonders, and wanted to make his permanent mark on my blogs, by commenting on that WFMU page, hey, it's only my opinion, but Mashell says that I am sure damn ass entitled to it, YO! Yes peeps, I am most definitely for real, but my problem a few months after all of that came to be is, am I for REALE? Why did Russ want to burn my special information all up, when he came over to my apartment all juiced up at the tender age of fifteen years? It was him who told me, “Let's burn your BOOK OF THE BEACH”. Well sir, why? Why would you have us burn the one thing that contained powerful and important wisdom and knowledge? Sounds like we may as well have just been transported backward into the Spanish Inquisition. Their rack might have even stretched my wimpy whittle height a few nice inches, YO. Why did some phony-funny bones get yelping doggie hit, I wonder; earlier back yesterday; when I blogged a few words regarding my school assignment, huh D? They did, or else quite obviously, the telephone crap wouldn't have struck me; huh R? Oh those phony-funny bones, huh ADA WIRTZ, YO, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why would the Astral Plane Gods/Goddesses want to create all of these things out here in this unfathomable and totally beyond inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace? TOLD YOU before folks! DISTRACTION FROM ENDLESSNESS. It just doesn't get any simpler than this very freaking powerful truth and reality. If you are allowed to remain in the great capitol city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, Jehovah or SSJKK will literally take away your ability to recognize endlessness. You will be in HEAVEN, quite literally. But if you are outside in the vast purgatory, you will not have this incredible GODDESS to relieve you of this torment and torture. Here in physical life you refuse to believe me, and you say, well ***hole Mister Mountainpen, if you are right by some crazy chance regarding all of your claims, then we are happy as all **** eating garbage flies, as we love the idea of eternal-life. Not a soul believes me when I say that you already are IN THAT HELL, and believe me, you don't like it. It may be totally wonderful, but the ENDLESSNESS crushes your isness and beingness. If you cannot feel that crush here and now, you simply are not enlightened enough. It really is that simple, and any ECK Master or Himalayan GURU or whatever; will tell you that I speak truths here! There are no barriers or gates on the huge mega super Astral-Linelanes (HIGHWAYS), that lead into Sahasra Dal Kanwal, from distant places out in the Purgatory; but there are ROUNDUPS. Unlike in the human waking world, and its most popular sports-game of all, baseball; you get 4 chances to be in this fantastic city and not be caught in a roundup. When caught, you are deported out into the purgatory, and you get a strike, just as in our human baseball, BUTTTTTTTT, you get strike 1, strike 2, and strike 3. When you are caught in a 4^th roundup however, you are taken directly to DOGTOWN, across the great Teckbay, where the most horrific torments and tortures will interact with your endless awareness (soul), and these Dogtown sentences are long, not in time since there is no time, but in Astral-Interactions, that are measured totally differently. So to give you a tiny idea, the average sentence for angering Jehovah, is 22 MK. This stands for minnina-kalpa, which means interactions that will feel like what approximately 888 mortal world years would feel like. So you do the math on a 22-MK Dogtown Sentence. Do not get caught in a round up, not a fourth time. Well, we all do, because in the great city, we no longer feel endlessness, and we just exist in bliss in this beyond incredible Astral-Plane-Interaction. If there were barriers and we could not see the true joy that's experienced there, we would have no Astral-Plane 'concept of contrast', and this is what makes purgatory an endless horror even though as humans, you would say to me, “You can go to **** eating hell, Mister Mountainpen, as this is wonderful”. Oh no, you'll see. You all just wait and see how I am telling it straight up, YO. Your pet dog or cat has no concept of anything pertaining to yesterday or tomorrow, and this is what SSJKK takes away from us in HER CITY of SDK. With this inner-hell of (endlessness recognition), as I term it, removed from our beingness or endless-awareness, or SOUL; we ARE IN HEAVEN. Now should we leave HER great city and venture out into the Purgatory; and travel out into those great and unfathomable Astral-Linelanes; we can then eventually get caught up in what the psychics have somewhat correctly termed the wheel of the KARMA system, and after enough Astral interactions, all of us, even the GODS, need to fall asleep and dream out into this post-big-bang world of nuclear 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Our beingness out there in the Purgatory is way too enormous to fit into one little 3-D lifetime, so we must scatter along, as various broken parts of our truer self, all along time, and all along the virtually unlimited and countless worlds of parallels, in the 5-D hyperspace. Most people would ask me, how can all of this fit into a tiny place that is smaller than a grain of sand by trillions of factors, and vanishes out of existence after the big-bang, in a miniscule fraction of time, unmeasurable by any normal person? Well, you too are part of this astrallity, and you too are literally one times ten to the googal's of powers times smaller, and lighter, and faster, and hotter; but there, you don't know it. You are just part of this reality and truth, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And even a big fat WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! Between what the great Patty-H's Fascitar has taught to me, and my enemies who have 'crossed-over' into this waking life to endlessly screw with me; dya see why I'm so totally nuts as all ****, kind peeps?????????

Want a little tidbit morsel of information on 'true-hacking', as this has been around a whole lot longer than ANY DAMN COMPUTERS ever have, and IPYT, folks? I call it what it truly is too, “Astral-Hacking”. Your mind is no different than anything that exists here in mortal and waking life, be it electronic, mechanical, be it the energies of the planet's biosphere (the weather), be it the wild animals that roam in the great forests, or as Robert Andrews would have said it so perfectly and wonderfully, back in the year of 1975, 'WHATEVER'; it exists first in what Quantum Dynamics Physicists love to call, the Quantum Flux Worlds. This is a true sub-term, as all any of this really is, and I do not say it isn't complicated as all get out times ten to the power of a nonillion; but it is still what MORIANITY calls and labels, the nuke-rules, or said a wee bit better perhaps, LAWTRONICS. When I talk about the Astral Gods of the PLANK-TIME or the Purgatory Entities, or some of them; this works not a whole damn lot differently than all things do in one way or another, you know, maybe the bully syndrome and maybe not; but there always does indeed appear to be a hierarchy of some type, or an energetic inequality of some sort. Simply put for the non-QM reader Blogaudians, I mean that just as in the card game of WAR, there are those with more and those with less, of SOMETHING, and I cannot verbalize that a whole lot better, but SOMETHING. At any point in the subatomic reality, there are lots of uneven things, or things that exist as their own point of quantum truth, and then, all other things are some percent of that, either higher or lower. We all were in grammar school where kids sat around arm wrestling. No one was most likely more than maybe one and a half times as strong as anyone else, BUTTTTTTTT, if we instead of doing the actual arm wrestling, we could all sit at a table and have our true strength accurately measured in muscle fibers in any muscle group, each would have some slight variance, if measured in multiple thousands or millions of fibers. Everything everywhere, and at every point; is equal to itself at 100%. No other reality can ever be exactly that same 100%, not if measured down to a number with say 50 or 100 digits following it. This is why there cannot ever be two equally shaped snowflakes, or leaves, or finger prints, and on and on. There never ever will be two identical lightning strikes. The worlds of the subatomic are so vast even though to us they may appear to be so damn small, but this vastness in their own ratio, is why this law is part of the complex intra-systems of Lawtronics. Back to true-hacking. Things in the great Quantum Reality are not only endlessly non-equal, they also fight to make changes. I have heard some of the Coins and the Coils, the gods and goddesses say on the Astral Plane; that more than the primary goal of intentional distraction from the nightmare truths of endlessness, is a desire to have more and more ability, or power. Now in a human sense and speaking in absolute atomic terms, power is energy divided by time. In Purgatory, there is no time. So again, trying to have a damn conversation about such things will throw up an instantaneous barrier. I believe that the greatest separation between mortal life and immortal life, is not the speed of light squared, other than in atomic physics it has to be that; but speaking from a standpoint of sitting here as a human being who is awake and alive by our way of humanly recognizing this state of being; but the separation between matter and spirit or mass and energy, is the direction of focusing our endless awareness or soul, as we don't have a soul, we are SOUL. I can give you some light exercises to do that would blow your mind, and at some small level, even go as far as to prove all of my points that Morianity makes on these blogs, and maybe soon in following blogs, I will. I am not going to show you too much right here and now. I also have to always be vigilant and careful not to cross the RED-LINES. Yes, hacking here in waking life, can indeed be real living breathing computer hackers. BUTTTTTTTT, hacking of your mind, your PC, your phones, your tablets, whatever; all of it can be done on the Astral Plane, to us directly; by these powerful COINS and COILS. What are these things, you ask me? Hey, I am madly in love with a gigantic COIL, named Diana. I still don't know what she really is. I don't even know who she really is. And get this. I have known and loved Diana forever. You heard me, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And still, I don't really know what these wonderful and awesome Coins and Coils truly are, and how they do all of the things that they do. But they love to make changes, and even my dad recognized a part of this incredible truth, and said to me once when I was barely out of my damn teens in this present and current human-me lifetime as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, “Mark, remember this, nature hates sameness”. He was totally 100% absolutely correct; my kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BLOG 53 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

IT'S VERY 'FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF^^^^^^^ HOT'. I have door slammers this afternoon. I have roaches all the time, and sometimes I get mice and rats, too. My medical insurance, as always, gets ****** up, and I was temporarily switched from my regular PCP doctor, and when I tried to get a meds refill; things got totally screwed up. Hopefully the situation has been rectified after calling my health provider peeps. Still, as the lady who works there told me, this shouldn't have happened to you, not a quote, but indeed, a paraphrase, and a very close one. But then, I get this all my life, and Morians know this, and so do Blogaudians. Before I go on crying, moaning, bellyaching, and bitching; here is the Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, weather report; lads and lassies!

82--DEGREES FNHT.

60%--RELATIVE HUMIDITY

85--DF-HEAT INDEX

WIND--ESE AT 14, WITH GUSTS TO 21 MPH.

TOTAL RAINFUL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS

0005.

TODAY'S FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY IS:

H-84, L-68.

IT IS PARTLY SUNNY HERE NOW.

As many of you know, I have a busted air conditioning system that they won't replace because it seems to work when they come to look at it, and then it does not work after they leave. The old Tony Orlando and not Dawn King syndrome of phonograph records containing mysterious E. J. Korvette Store powers, of Halloween and Patty's witchcraft. It works enough so that I am not in an oven, but still, my rent plus the other 70% paid by the government to these Public Housing Owners, pays for me to have relative climate comfort in here, and I DO NOT! Like anyone could care less about Senior-Abuse; huh SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA, SIR?

Well, I am the biggest asshole in the entire world if I think that OCTOBER won't be filled with all sorts of NASTY political and non-political SURPRISES, my kind folks. Yes, I am able to adjust my program that bleeps out bad words with the asterisk symbol, in degrees of sensitivity. However, playing with it and lightening it, occasionally will cause cut and paste jobs to skip over some extremely unpleasant words. My sincerest apologies for that the other day. When I turn up the degree to maximum, we get ***hole, when I type in the red highlighted word above.

I try not to get involved on my Blogs Of Mountainpen (BOM) and MORIANITY, with current events and the daily horse **** that goes on around us; but from time to time, I need to say a few things. I mentioned the Robertson-Zimmerman Cornerstone Syndrome, or the (RZCS), and a few other things that will all tie into some really hot major junk as we progress along; and then when I feel that I must discuss things that do not appear to connect, I do. This is because if it is inside my head, then there is a connection. Remember how I talked about the inner-workings of 'metaphysics'? My mind went literally all over the place, and ended up thinking about the various jobs that I had worked up in Camden, New Jersey while back in my twenties. Then it popped suddenly into my head when I was with those two great doctors while I was employed as a custodian (janitor in 1982), at the Institute for Medical Research. I listened the other day to a very interesting speaker who appeared on the Public Broadcasting Network, discussing the quantum worlds. Of course pure scientists rarely believe the things spoken about in Morianity, but that is because they did not experience what I have, in Purgatory, and for whatever the reason, was able to retain the memories of it back in human-waking physical life. Hey, I am not trying to rip off Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin Bacon and Julia Roberts; but there really are strange truths in all of this, and they, although the entire thing was fictional; had a marvelous little idea in that fantastic “Flatliners” movie from the early nineteen-nineties.

Why did Patty teach me the 'NEO-HO'-CHANT and for that matter, why did she show me lots of wild supernatural things, and what was so important with her obsession of speaking to those who have 'moved on'? Also, why did she want me to get my hands on the FASCITAR knowledge, and why do it so secretly, unlike the other times when she so freely talked with me, both in person as well as over the phone, in length; about special vegetable oil potions as well as other so-called 'magical-ingredients'? Well folks, maybe I need to open some **** up by examining a lot of other stuff, such as another Cooley Hall teacher that I did not have, but knew and spoke with, by the name of Mister Ciprionni. I may be spelling the mans name correctly or maybe not, sorry if I am not. Also, a fellow student by the name of John Zane fits into all of this, and there are others, students and teachers; and for that matter, even some 'student-teachers' from local colleges, who came to work on their teaching degrees by gaining experience with special educational procedures and ops. Let me begin something that shouldn't cross over any RED-LINE forbidden and punishable stuff, yet will indeed enlighten the Morianity-Blogs and my Blogaudians quite a lot, on many various things that before this, have only been touched on a tiny bit; from Justine the cat, to me being so stupid in the summer time of 1980, and telling a dangerous wild record promoter of the musical industry; just a wee bit too much information, that got a great man killed. Yes, even folks in the 'ESS' can be killed. No one is above being tapped on the shoulder by Mister Mortimer Mortino, IPYT (I Promise You That). This friend of 'Count Von Lennon Marcucciess', a Mister Ciprionni, was in the classroom one day, right after I had received a very powerful and unpleasant punch in my right arm, by a student by the name of Scott Frazier. This is why I remember this day so well. The bruise that this powerful teenager left on my arm, resembled a small apple that was not fully ripe. After Scott walked out of the room, and after that punch had landed; I was the only student left in the room during lunch-break that day, and in walked Mister Ciprionni, to speak to the great Mister Marcucci. I had written a short story as an assignment, and the two teachers were discussing how 'I seemed to know things about the sixties movement', that I should be too young to fully appreciate or know. Now I had not yet been given the great Fascitar, but I had been with Patty, and I knew her, and biblically; but she had not in any way told me anything. However, a few days ago from this day in class, I fell asleep; and awoke on a beach. I was with a young girl who was about ten years old, and I was wearing around my neck, a very heavy motorcycle chain, given to me by a man who I fully believe now, although I have no court level proof to sustain my suspicions, to be a CIA-AGENT, named John Henningsen. This chain was very special, and there are powerful stories connected to it. John told me it came from the mountain people up in the highlands of Guatemala. Later on maybe within two years from this time, I learned from watching a fantastic medical show on television, called Medical Center, staring Chad Everett and James Daily, that indeed, these people are known locally as the 'powerful people'. I did not fully grasp lots of these things when MORIANITY was beginning on the internet, as the Blogs Of Mountainpen, when I discussed Mister Realtor Scott Ransom, telling me about how “Very powerful people are disgruntled with me”. Anyway, back on point; this was about a week after this powerful dream about SARAH on the beach, and how this dream was in two parts. First, when she was about age ten, and then jumping suddenly to four years later, when she was the current age that she would be, about fourteen, back in 1969, in Atlantic City. I never told all of the story about Mister Ciprionni; but he asked me after he read my assignment story, a question about a sound that I told I had heard. This sound was inside this “CHAIN-DREAM”. It was the now worldly famous OHM sound. Back then, it was known only by guru mystic type of persons, the seers and the psychic card readers, and along these lines. All through this incredible dreaming interaction, was that wild OHM-SOUND. All the way to the very end of the dreaming interaction, there it was. I told Mister Ciprionni and Mister Marcucci the entire dream, and the assignment was about this dream, and was going to be the beginning of an original Morianity Blog of a sort. It was to be called, “THE BOOK OF BEACH”. Jane Sleazeweeds Diseasefleas just ******* got me, with page eleven of eleven, so allow me to compensate quickly with my fives counterstrike, before finishing up this story here, kind folks, YO!

Now after these two cool long haired hippie teachers got done talking amongst themselves, I began to say on this blog chapter, that Mister Ciprionni then wanted to know more about the “OHM” sound, and I said it to him, just as I had heard it in this wild CHAIN-DREAM, where Sarah took this chain out of my hand, and told me that SHE needed it for HER great city, that I have since come to learn, is called by all of the great global powerful people and mystic seers, and especially the religion of Sound and Light, or known as the great ECKANKAR, this is the capitol city of the entire Purgatory (ASTRAL-PLANE), SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. The English word of CITY is DAL, SARAH is SAHASRA, and KRASSLE is KANWAL, in Purgatory Lingo; at least in the Capitol Province of Olympia. BUTTTTTTTT this truth and other related truths, were not revealed to me for several years, AFTER PATTY H MADE SURE THAT I HAD BEEN GIVEN THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE OF FASCITAR. Fascitar is a powerful Goddess, who lives about twenty-two provinces away from Province Olympia, 'southeast by woust' on purgatory compasses from Central Point Heights of PO. She is a very good friend of the powerful mystical panther cat, Sir Gawky Gaukauk. They have three incredible cohorts or whatever may be an even better and more descriptive word for them, and these three power-girls which is an Astral-Plane equivalent for Wiccan High Priestess's on steroids; who are in total charge of the Exploratronic Supermind Society. The great panther cat Gawky is the one who came to me right after Paula King did, or somewhat shortly thereafter; while I was residing at 1802 Robin Hill, and had been there for about five or six weeks. Patty-Paula is the one who came to me, and gave me the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS DREAM (LOIS FOCA) for short, back on that first week of June somewhere, in the year of 1980. These five entities are the reason that the number 5 is so powerful, and beyond unfathomably awesome; and especially for me. Before I finish up today's whittle squib on Cooley Hall's teachers, and one very special one named CIPRIONNI; let me remind you that I told yet another Cooley Hall teacher, Mister David Leigh Smith, that “there is a farm outside of Haddonfield, where people are trying to destroy me”. THIS WAS ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, AND ALMOST A SOLID DECADE INTO THE FUTURE. This doesn't rival the great sixties soap show “Dark Shadows”, you all know that it takes it beyond ninth powered steroids. So in closing today's little mucho bites of opening titillating tidbits regarding the chain interaction with Sarah and Mister Ciprionni and the OHM-SOUND; and how it all relates into the great and powerful NON-OZ PATRICIA HOLLISTER; after this back and forth went on a while, the two of them began making the OHM sound. Then after a few minutes, I went to take a piss. When I left the school bathroom in that wing of the Cooley Hall, I began walking back to Marcucci's classroom, and Mister Ciprionni saw me, as he had returned back into his classroom, and he told me to come in. After we talked a couple of more minutes about this wild dream, and this wild sound; he told me that there is a lot more happening around me, than a thousand wisest people could ever fully know. This is a paraphrase again, not an absolute perfect quote. Then he told me that if at all possible, maybe I should try to move to another country somehow, and as soon as can be arranged. I laughed, and then he chuckled too, but the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, was no joking matter. It was very real. So was PATTY. We will leave **** here for right now, today.

There are absolute mighty forces (HALLS FAWCES), that WILL NOT ALLOW me to ever make it in this world in the smallest way, because I know too damn much about too many powerful people. THAT, Mister Android Star Trek Rock; is indeed the equation, or as I'll put it, THE SIMPLE TRUTH!

Yes, hopefully it is not asking too goddamn much to get my air conditioning working again, and my medical ******* bull**** straightened out, so that I can order my necessary mother ******* medications. BUTTTTTTTT, we all know that with me, everything is asking too much. As the goddamn Christians have told me all my life, all I deserve is death and hell. And then they wonder why not all of us want to hang around in their mother ******* churches, or with their followings. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I will say that I know I am the dammed, and the damned Chosen Huntington. Even the coded language of Redfield's Synchronicity bears it out. After-all, look at the letters. “C” CHOSEN. “H” HUNTINGTON. “UR” YOU ARE.

C-H-U-R-C-H

Yes I am the Chosen Huntington, and even the mother ******* CHURCH symbolism bears that out. OH WELL, as Ann King would say it so damn perfectly, YO!

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BLOG 52 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.

ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES—ROACHES

HEY FLORIDA, AND FEDERAL BOARDS OF GODDAMN HEALTH; MY PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, SHOULD BE CONDEMNED AND TORN MOTHER ******* DOWN, AS IT IS INFESTED BEYOND INCONCEIVABILITY, WITH RODENTS AND ROACHES; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M---Y-------B---R---O.

Here is the weather in my lovely awesome wonderful hot-hell FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE OF 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE:

84 DEGREES FNHT.

46% RELATIVE HUMIDITY

85 DF-HEAT INDEX

WIND IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTS TO 8 MPH.

TOTAL RAINFUL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS

0000.

TODAY'S FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.

HIGH AND LOW FORECAST FOR WEDNESDAY THROUGH FRIDAY IS:

H-88, L-75.

IT IS MIXED TO SUNNY HERE WITH CARBON COPY PREDICTIONS FOR REST OF WEEK.

WOW has Patty-Paula totally screwed up my entire life, ever goddamn since the Dow Jones Averages price, was around 400 points per day in that year, and actually, since before that, tracing back into the nineteen-sixties, YO. But of course, I AM NOT ALOUD TO CROSS ANY MORE RED LINES, so let me shut the hell up right there, for today, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My roaches are some kind of a cross between insect equivalents of Christopher George, Doctor Corriell, and Duncan Highlander McLeod. THEY SIMPLY WON'T DIE. YOU CAN LITERALLY SCALD THEM, DROWN THEM; THEY JUST COME RIGHT BACK TO LIFE, JUST LIKE THOSE GODDAMN MOTHER ******* GIFLIES IN 1996, AT THE OUTDOOR POOL AT THE GODDAMN HADDONWOOD HEALTH CLUB, IN DEPTFORD, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHH!

THE ROTTEN DIRT BAG **** HUFFING “WE-CHANNEL” HAS TOTALLY REMOVED THE GREATEST LAW-TV SHOW IN HISTORY, THE GREAT WONDERFUL MOTHER ******* “LAW & ORDER” SHOW. I'll bet my damn kid and her friends the BEEXS had some part of all of the channels removing this wonderful show, that is so filled with absolute talent; words simply cannot express the fullness of it, so why even damn try, BRO? The mother ******* TNT Channel took it off, along with the ION Channel. What a bunch of mother ******* jerk off loser lightweight assholes, if I do say so myself. I PLAN TO GET RID OF MY TELEVISION, AND GET A PART TIME JOB GOING BACK TO SECURITY WORK. I CAN RETEST FOR MY FLORIDA LICENSE, AND GET A JOB, AS MANY SENIOR MOTHER ******* CITIZENS HAVE JOBS DOING SECURITY GUARD WORK; NIGHT WATCHMEN AND SO FORTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw you all!!!!!!!! Of course, I can always check online for the price of obtaining a DVD BOX-SET of the entire show, probably 500-900 bucks or so, but hey, with a part time job I can start to get a few things like this that I want, instead of living in total mother ******* misery!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY, YO!!!

OK, let me show you all how **** really works in this cosmos, and you won't learn any of this from governmentally controlled educational systems. At pure random, I will go to my dock files on this machine, and pull up something, and take a section of it, and CAP it into this blog; my wonderful blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example:

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CH: 019

I AM GETTING READY TO CALL ******* 911.

SUPER DEMONIC ASSAULT.

RED ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT

IT WAS 95 DEGREES WHILE I WAS OUT AT MY **** CHEWING DOCTOR, BUT THE HUMIDITY BRINGING **** UP TO FEELING CLOSE TO A HUNDRED ******* TEN, WAS THE LEAST OF MY WOES AND PROBLEMS. WHEN I TELL YOU THE STORY, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I PLAN TO TAKE MY MOTHER ******* LIFE IN TWO WEEKS, AS IT IS HOPELESS, AND GOD IS THE **** CHEWING MOTHER ******* DEVIL, AND THERE IS NO POINT IN PROLONGING MY AGONY HERE IN THIS **** SUCKING MISERABLE ******* WORLD!!!!!!!!!!

WOW, TEMPER-TEMPER, MARK MOHR!

MAKE MY DAY, YOU MOTHER ******* BASTARD **** SUCKING SON OF A STENCHY BITCHES. ONLY TRUE COWARDS, AND BULLIES, AND DIRT BAGS CUBED; PICK ON A PERSON, WHEN THEY ARE DOWN AS FAR AS THEY ******* **** CAN POSSIBLY GO; AND THAT DESCRIBES THE **** CHEWING MOUNTAINPEN. WHEN I TRIED MAKING MY DOUBLE LINE A SECOND AGO, FCC, OLD FRIEND BOB MCDOWELL, AND SIR; THEY HACKED ME WITH THEIR FAMOUS MOTHER FUCKING (`~HACK). LET ME TRY IT AGAIN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION (FCC)!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Literally dozens of ******* things went wrong, bing bang boom **** me, one after the other, all day long from the second I got up out of **** lapping bed, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It seems I was not imagining the way my ***hole doctor has been acting for the past two **** chewing years. I am going to get rid of him, and change doctors shortly; and plan on discussing ******* **** with my insurance company. You want to hate me and treat me like total mother ******* ****, fine; I will go to the American Medical Association regarding my 1983 choking condition, and take an attorney with me; and when I die from not being able to be given the only medication that allows me to live and survive on some small level; my estate is suing the AMA for 100 billion dollars USD ($100,000,000,000.00), and that's a mother ******* **** promise; Mizz Attorney General, PAM BONDI of Florida.

MY QUESTION NOW, IS PERTAINING TO THE DOUBLEMINT GUM ADVERTISERS? IF TWO GUMS IN ONE, MEANS THAT TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE; THEN IS FOUR BETTER THAN TWO, EVEN IF PEOPLE ARE ENEMIES, AND REPUBLICANS TO BOOT????????????????

WOW THAT, PATTY-PAULA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I have taken off the photos, but there used to be four pix of our gorgeous Florida Attorney General. WEEEEEEEEEE!

My momma told me; looks are only skin deep

so I guess I'll just keep shopping around!!!!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOY. WHAT REALLY IS GOING ON IN THIS COSMOS; KIND FOLKS?

Line drives in baseball are great when a batter needs to bat one in for his team mate who is standing on third, and praying like a mother huckster. BUTTTTTTTT, why are the lines below impossible to get rid of, Mizz Bondi? I wonder if you and my distant cousin have answers to that whittle query?

This nightmare choking condition that started at exactly mother ******* **** licking 10:30 at night, on June the ******* **** fourth, in 1983; is real. It is not in my mind. It is not ******* psychological; and this is going to be what finishes me off, when they cut off my meds soon, so I AM FORCED TO COMMIT SUICIDE, and my estate will be able to sue the AMA for 100 billion dollars, Mizz Bondi and Narq Squad Garbage America. You will not believe what my doctor told me today, and I will tell you the entire story for the public record, and then this entire blog is about to become legally ******* **** copyrighted officially, even though unofficially it has been, all along. Before I get to this **** that started the day on a roll that is beyond any normal mother ******* person's wildest imagination; let me go through the basic events of this turd chewing bastard day, and it is only ******* just more than two thirds over, calendrically.

AUGUST 13, 2014

LATE WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:50,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

DAILY RANGE SO FAR, H-95/L-76

HUMIDITY IS 76%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.

EARLIER WHILE OUT, IT FELT CLOSE TO 110 DEGREES, I KNOW THAT FOR TOTAL MOTHER ******* SURE, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE I SIT ANGRY AS ****. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND ****, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!! And my lines are back, Mizz Bondi and Cuzz Donnie boy. WHAAAAAAA! Maybe I should click and open up the hyperlink of the great hackers club of the net!

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this **** going, Tttttttttttttttttommmmmmmm Ffffffffff******* Rrrrrrrreale might say it like this; watch the end of the world as you all ******* know it, go down all ******* **** around y'alls, as I will bring in a death comet, and for those who doubt my ability to do this; you would be 100% correct. I CANNOT do this. But I am in with the FAWCES Mister Hall, WHO CAN; BRO!!!! ''Before you get at me, I'll get you'', Barnabas mother ******* Dark Shadows Collins Julia White. THAT'S A ******* **** PROMISE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now the details of the doctor can wait, and many out here who are aware of my 31 year + problem now, can only imagine how things went real bad today, and I may pack up this weekend and leave for Pennsylvania, and return to my old doctor and live in that area, the one who replaced Doctor Margret Hagar, from the U of P Medical Professionals. My doctor said we are going to let you get deathly sick, put you in the hospital, and if you die, you die; and I intend to write a report about all of this to a lot of mother ******* people. He may say he was joking a little bit, but I know better; and I know when someone is dead ******* serious, and when someone wants LOBO to fall off of a chair with help from big gorgeous teen girls, as well as how much we all love you, lollypops Telly Savalas, and even the Old Testament of the Morianity Bible, that did a number on wonderful kid; and I know this as fact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW ALL OF THIS PH!

Many see the patterns in all things, and that random is a pure 100% 'space-time-mind' illusion. But many do not see these truths. Truly truly said the Lord Jesus, to so many folks back in the olden days when He walked the planet. Truly simply translates into modern day English from the biblical word of 'verily'. If any human being had a real corner on truth, that person would be on that very merit, GOD. I know I don't know my butt from my beer cans. I am honest about that one, kind fiends and friends out here, YO!!!!

END TRANSdimensional, AND END TRANNY!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Saturday, October 27, 2018

BLOG 56 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

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