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FEBRUARY, 2019
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Mark
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
BOY, THE MOTHER FUCKING TWENTY-SEVENTH DAY
OF GODDESS DAMN FEBRUARY, 2019, WAS ABSOLUTELY ATROCIOUS,
ME KIND AND AWESOME
SHERIFF OF SAINT
LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG, SIR KENNETH J. MASCARA;
LIKE BEYOND SUPER ASS SHIT EATING
WOW, OR IN MY CASE, CLEANING
SHIT UP ALL OVER THE BATHROOM FLOOR AND TOILET AS A RESULT
OF NOT MAKING IT PROPERLY TO THE JOHN, AFTER BEING MAJOR
STRUCK WITH DEATH RAY BEAMS FROM THE GODDAMN MOTHER
FUCKING MILITUFORCE,
A-G-A-I-N!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
was awakened around one of the clock, give or take, WITH
MAJOR SUPER NOISE ALL AROUND ME. The goddamn inspector
people who were SUPPOSED TO COME OVER
AND DO THE APARTMENT INSPECTIONS LAST WEEK
BETWEEN TUESDAY AND FRIDAY,
NEVER GODDAMN CAME; and so they arrived this
Wednesday instead, when I
was NOT EXPECTING THEM. Maybe
they think it is the fucking military, and a surprise inspection was
in order, but my response to that
is quite simple and swift!!!!!!!!! THIS
AIN'T THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITARY, 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST HAD A MAJOR CUM-PUKE-HER HACK FROM THESE DISEASED MILITUFORCE
SUBSKUMMITE DIRT BAG PUSSY HUFFING SWINE SUCKERS ON STEROIDS, KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I managed to hit my
control-Z key, and the first time it had no effect, so I made a few
more alterations and then hit that key until all things were back to
normal again. Thanks to the wonderful STAPLES STORE guru explaining
to me how to use this function over the telephone one day several
months back, I WAS ABLE TO RESTORE ORDER TO THE WORLD, KIND SIR, OR
MY WHITTLE MOTHER FUCKING MESSED UP WORLD, THANKS TO TRUMP AND HIS
FILTHY HENCHMEN OF THE M2F USING ILLEGAL AND TOTALLY IMMORAL
TECHNOLOGIES AGAINST ME, NAMELY PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY OR (PET)
FOR A SHORTENED ABBREVIATION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! This mother
fucking shit with his ex-lawyer-fixer Mister Cohen testifying against
him before the government officials is making him really assault me
with AIR ASSAULTS,
HEALTH ASSAULTS,
NOISE ASSAULTS,
MIND CONTROL ASSAULTS,
AND HIS ALWAYS-FAVE ONE, (MIND-CONTROL
ASSAULTS), YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
I
have repeatedly told the goddamn fucking world, that I
am willing, able, and READY to testify in a court of law ANY TIME and
ANY WHERE, that in the summer of
1986, in ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY, at a casino owned by dirt bag, now PRESIDENT
DONALD JOHN TRUMP, the great and marvelously fucking
illustrious TRUMP
CASTLE
CASINO AND HOTEL ON THE
GODDAMN BAY; that one day I was stopped after playing a roulette
game, by the Casino Control Commission
personnel, in their booth there; and asked to “tell
them what system I was using, to play the game that I had just won”.
My response back, quite innocently, was that, “I was using a
system that I had figured out, and called it the
application of parallel-event
to the game of Roulette”.
This conversation was quick and easy going, and that was the end of
it, OR SO I GODDAMN THOUGHT AND BELIEVED
THEN; MISTER MUELLER, U.S. SENATE, U.S. H.R., AND any and all other
investigative teams that just may be at all inquisitive about these
powerful and totally true matters, BEFORE IT
IS TOO LATE, AND THE ENTIRE
UNITED STATES IS DESTROYED IN THE THIRD DECADE OF THIS CENTURY!!!!
Before
going on any further of course, and should I EVER
BE PUT UNDER OATH IN COURT, PERTAINING
TO THIS SITUATION; I WOULD HAVE ABSOLUTELY
ZERO CHOICE, AS I WILL IN NO WAY EVER
EVER EVER EVER EVER COMMIT PURJURY, AND
I WILL BE FORCED TO ADMIT THAT I TOLD THE CASTLE CASINO CCC PEEPS
THAT I CAME UP WITH THIS, WHEN IN
TRUTH, THE GREAT LIGHTNING
GODDESS 'DZA', OF THE EARTH PLANET,
IS THE ONE WHO SHOWED ME ALL OF THIS,
WHILE I WAS MERELY SITTING AND RELAXING IN A
BATHTUB, IN MY BATHROOM, AT THE HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS,
OF WILLIAMSTOWN, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG, just exactly how to
apply this secret ASTRAL-PLANE technology, against this casino-game,
or for that matter, to anything that can be divided into three
parameters from numerations, so that two of them can be directly
applied to the remaining other one, predicting the outcome of the
following event, beyond the otherwise long run event probabilities
curve of fifty-fifty (equal) chance of occurrences. This of course
CANNOT BE ALLOWED INTO THE HUMAN REALM GLOBAL SOCIETY, BY THE
GOVERNING-CONTROLLING POWERS KNOWN AS THE MILI-2-FORCE, BY THE
MOUNTAINPEN AND HIS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM lll. So I will never
ever be allowed to walk into a court of law and tell of this
incredible mother fucking story, and all of me goddamn loyal
blogaudians know these facts absolutely and totally well, 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 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 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 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!! All of this mother fucking
rotten stinky unfair DOGSHIT-CUBED CUBAN and RESQUARED, SIR EINSTEIN;
is all why my original blogging texts and works discussed the FEE
verses the FRE or jokingly called now by me up here in 2019
presently, the nightmarish fucking truths of the FEE-FREE
EMPIRE REALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is no joke, and my daughter and her friends, along with the
great Braxton's, can yuk it up and laugh all
they want to, kind Sheriff. I am the poor bastard who must
suffer with this unspeakable nightmare crime
that is being endlessly and relentlessly perpetrated upon me,
DECADE AFTER DECADE
AFTER MISERABLE ASS FUCKING CUNT EATING DECADE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
There
is not a person on this entire mother fucking EARTH-PLANET
intelligent and creative enough, and I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) peeps,
to be able to wake up one day in January of the year 2006, and decide
to make up a thirteen year story on a blog, such as MORIANITY, with
all of these pieces endlessly and perfectly fitting together, as does
MORIANITY. You can start anywhere on any day, or go back years and
years, and there is no human being, and not even a dozen mother
fucking Albert Einstein's could accomplish shit like this, they just
could not be able to pull off this kind of a 2009 BALLOON HOAX ON
INTERNET-STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND I THINK YOU KNOW THIS
DOWN DEEP IN YOUR GODDAMN HEART, ME WONDERFUL SHERIFF KJM, KIND SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! The same thing applies to the
odds being vigintillions to one against my being so constantly and
continually mother fucking struck by Mizz Jane Dirtweeds
Sleazedisease Fonda and her goddamn rotten stinking endless ONES
ATTACK, as the one I just now have been struck with,
having me see the side of me computer monitor where it says, PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, only showing those mother fuckign
numbers digitally, not spelling them out! WOW TO THAT, ALL LOVELY
JOANN AND JOANN-A
PEEPS, EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I can learn to laugh too,
as so many things endlessly tie into Ziggy and his marvelous mighty
words of Marcucci wisdom and advice, huh lovely wonderful
daut???????????????????? So without falling off of any jetty's or
having any uncontrollable laughter attacks, I'll merely print the
following whittle fucking words, nearly 50
solid years later, Mister Z. Malyeska, sir!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Mister Chester Frank, Russ Thaxton,
and Sir 'other' PP from the great and 'illustrious' STUDIO
PARK
RECORDS
of Pine Hill, New Jersey,
circa 1998, huh Mizz Sally
Starr???????????? And we thought
that we had a little bit of power, wow was the joke on us. I
remember Dave telling me that some huge
multi-million dollar law group is all behind these ATLANTIC
FUCKING CITY SHITTY ENEMIES that I have had all of my goddamn ass
lifetime, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You better watch your back, Mister Philbin.
Paula King may
still be after you, as who can ever know such things? Even
the mighty and wonderful UNITED STATES ©
OFFICE, AND THEIR BREATH ECHO MUSICAL
PROJECTS FROM ME, CANNOT KNOW SUCH
THINGS. Of course my illustrious and
super talented daut knows such things, and even makes that
great claim, you know, “That she KNOWS that
she knows”. LIKE WOW,
and WEEEEEEEEEEEE,
Chester-FRANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
a death ray beam that has been used on and against me for 33 fucking
straight years now, was used to STRIKE ME HARD JUST A FEW HOURS AGO
LAST GODDAMN EVENING AROUND THE EIGHT OF THE CLOCK TIME. This was
after giving me an unfathomable horrendous cunt huffing SUPER BOTBAR
DAY and folks, this word invented by the goddamn mountainpen, stands
for Bottom Of
The Barrel,
Already
Rated------DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know a few really powerful pieces of information, dear goddamn
world, and you all just better listen the damn ass shit up, if YOU
KNOW WHAT THE SHIT IS GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES!!!!!!!!! This
president is no ordinary human being. Oh yes he is flesh and blood,
but he carries along with him an inconceivable power. He absolutely,
as do I, knows who he is on the ASTRAL-PLANE (THE PURGATORY). He is
an unbelievably powerful entity, and even though he is not a higher
energy being (a god) or a coin or a coil); he has even more powers
than many of them do. He is the leader of a condition-interaction
there, or you would mortally think of as a place-there, and this
place is called the BRIGGBASE. He is the leader of the LAMBRIGG CULT.
They comprise one third of the leading governing forces in the
Purgatory. Every averaged one of them is precisely twice as powerful
energetically, as the two thirds of the good ones, so that a perfect
power/energy balance may always be properly maintained. He was able
by sheer will and chance however, to also do an unthinkable thing. He
was able to short circuit and defeat the cosmic rule of
PHASE-4-LIMITATION or the 'PFL' Commandment. Normally, anyone
attempting to dream off of the purgatory to become a human being,
unless it is Goddess SSJKK's vehicle (avatar) should that word make
things a bit more relatable to Earthers of the present era, AKA the
Lord Jesus Christ and connected with SSJKK's power source, the
physical realm's great creative and highly intelligent subatomic
particle known by most of us as the ELECTRON, are thwarted from being
able to accomplish this, and thus, they become the dreams and
fantasies and imaginings of other 'human beings' or (Astral Realm
Dream-off's) when true selves-us-spirits, are divided by C-SQUARED,
and become born biological beings. So in almost every case, if a
Purgatite makes an attempt to come here from there, in ways that are
too powerful, or special, so that they would endanger the rest of the
entities here in this (incredible cosmic video-game) by doing this,
such as Superman, or any of the wild 'comic book type of characters',
they instead arrive here as merely the energies that creep into the
imagined minds of all of us, and we do not perceive these
powerfultruths, and we think that our works of music, art, and all
other talents, come from our own human self mind, when they really
are Astral Plane beings that all attempted to arrive here in cheated
ways, and were short circuited by the system that Morianity has
labeled throughout his 13-year blogging project, as
LAWTRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Donald John Trump, current 45th
President of the great Almighty United States of America, is one of
the very very very few entities who made the trip here without being
lawtronically short circuited and turned into some fictional
character in some James Patterson type of fictional book
author-writer. Tell me something real quick here folks' would any
normal average human being be able TO REALLY KNOW SUCH THINGS AS DOED
THE MOUNTAINPEN? Just ponder and cogitate on this for a few honest
moments, me kind peeps and folks out here, and me wonderful freaking
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back
as a boy of about sixteen years of age,
and for absolutely no discernable reason
whatsoever, I found myself telling my teacher at the Cooley Hall high
Hell special Education school, that 'there was
a farm outside of Haddonfield where Cooley stood there on Kings
Highway and Hopkins Lane, that was in a gigantic conspiracy to wipe
me totally out, and destroy me'! This is a powerful truth in
all of this, but only recently have I figured out that
I was not referring to the great soon to come into my life in just
less than one decade from then, the ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. The
geography was perfect, and so Morianity told
how this prophecy must have been predicting the moving into Robin
Hill on May 1, 1980, at Apartment number 1802. I
WAS WRONG. Sometimes, I am wrong; a rare event, BUT IT
HAPPENS, and when it does, I AM ALWAYS MAN
ENOUGH TO COME FORWARD AND SAY THAT I WAS GODDAMN TOTALLY OFF THE
MARK AND INCORRECT, YO!!!!!!!! So
then where was this FARM that was
OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, USA, ESMWG? It was directly across the street,
NORRIS AVENUE, in Atco, New Jersey, when I was living at the Pliner
home rental at number 134. There was a farm there, and I was awakened
many a morning to loud crowing fucking roosters. THAT
was the equation Mister Rockdroid
Lurch Roddenberry, and T-H-A-T
was the FARM THAT WAS OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
and that was where I was forever and
completely, as prophesied by me more than twelve years before, WAS
INDEED TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, FOREVER. First my
health was forever destroyed, as if what happened to fucking me at
the MARS GRAPHICS printing shop in Westville, New Jersey wasn't bad
enough, yo; but then on top of that, kabingkabongkaboomka,
and right on target, the farm, the 'wait
till June' voice, and the Cooley
prophecy as told by me to my teacher, who
laughed at me of course, the great all
knowing, and 'should-be-pals' with,
'Patricia
Hollister', Mister
David
Leigh
Smith, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO! We could be all night and into next mother fucking
queer beer year going further into this, but time won't permit it
since I have other eggs to throw at the door of my enemies right now,
yo Sheriff KJM, sir, yo!!!!
We
also could discuss Kennedy verses Trump since both of
these men to hear many tell it, have and had very magical and weird
powers to get away with a lot of bad shit, and do anything that they
pleased without any harm nor fowl, as nothing can ever seem to touch
them, and I have told all of you why Mister
Trump is indeed fully and absolutely MAGICAL, and unless and
until you believe me, you will all live to
regret not hearing the words of a shouting prophet!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again though, for right now; this cannot be further explored, or we
would be typing hundreds of thousands of words, and I
would not be uploading this blog for days and days, but
I WILL BE GETTING BACK TO THIS, and you
all can totally BELIEVE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For right
now peeps, I will push down on me whittle
clutch pedal and shift me gears so that we can later mix and mesh and
merge and marry all of it together with unfathomable dot connecting
realities, that NONE OF YOU WILL BE ABLE
TO JUST IGNORE AND COMPLETELY LAUGH AND SCOFF AT ME, WHEN ALL
IS SAID AND DONE AND MIZZ FATLADY WRAPS UP HER SONG FOR THE NIGHT AND
GOES HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bible has so many powerful truths in it
that we could be transfused with sixteen year
old healthy whole blood, and should we not be hit in a
drive-by, or a bolt from the lovely DZA,
and go on as in biblical times and days using King
David's and MINE enjoyments in place
of the blood thing, or (lots and lots and lots of lovely young
slobber), we could spend a fucking damn millennium of heavy daily
reading, and never even come close to cracking all of the secrets and
all of THE CODES. One of these secret codes is never ever discussed
beyond the mere mention of the scripture itself, and I have sat
through thousands of hours of really great Christ believing
born-again preachers in me ol' lifetime. I mention here the fact that
Jesus Christ, after the death and
resurrection, and THE ASCENSION; sits on
the RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER. The
powerful truths about left verses right
are all right there in that one tiny yet powerful beyond belief piece
of bible scripture. This is also why the number
12 is so powerful to the Almighty
HERSELF. Unless you know, you don't know. I have knowledge of
the Purgatory. It is Plank time, and it is tiny, yet it
is so much larger than anything in our universe that there is no
number to contrast it. This is because WE
TOO are so much tinier in reference to our ratio to cosmos
here physically. In this 'condition-interaction' that humans would
need to label a 'PLACE', there are not four directions, but SIX
DIRECTIONS. The great LINELANES that lead into the 12 gates of the
capitol city, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, are a left one and a right one, on
all six sides. The reason that our bibles insist on the three and the
four, is because no one could possibly relate to this while alive
here on the Earth-planet. Depending on the traffic flow which can
vary from interaction to interaction, one
astral-lineline is IN and the other one
is OUT, in all six directions from outside the city into the
Purgatory, coming from the north, south, east, west, woust, and nest.
I must lay down this informative foundation so that what I now will
tell my Blogaudians will make sense, as without it, it simply won't.
Numbers are an amazing coded way for the human race to see many
otherwise non-see-able and unknowable things. If we take the date,
the day and week and month and year, and even the day of the week
which is 1-7 starting with Sunday's as day number one, and we do the
following thing, an amazing thing can happen, and beyond incredible
fucking shit can literally come to life in a pictorial content. Let
me put up the date for yesterday, 2-27-2019.
Adding up those digits together creates number 23, and adding digits
until only one digit from 0-9 remains, and we get number 5.
This is used in what old world psychics call numerological
comparative dated conversions. We are not using OLD-WORLD. New or
old, it is world. I know a fact from the ASTRAL-PLANE, because the
mighty Gawky Gaukauk taught it to me and showed this powerhouse
revelation to me, from his great mystery school called the Teck Bay
Mystery School of Province Olympia. You could relate to this
professor as a human world university DEAN. He is a giant black
panther cat, twice the size of any large panther cat here on the
waking world's Earth Planet. He has major mood swings, and catching
him in a wrong mood can mean unpleasant things, so take me at my word
there. Let me in a super compressed and abridged nutshell, show you
all something wild, and you can choose to use it for yourselves, or
ignore it, but if you do use it, you will see its power. Yesterday's
date of 02-27-2019, is converted as
follows. The month digits of 02 is a '2'.
The day digits of 27 is a '9' because
2+7=9. The year digits of 2019 is a '3'.
These year digits are also added together, the two and the one and
the nine. This gives us a 12, and we add again to create a single
digit, so 1+2=3. So all this year will be a '3'.
Now we take these three digits, the 2, the 9, and the 3, and we just
keep them as is, 293. Now there is one more thing to do. The week day
from Sunday through Saturday, with Sunday being day 1 and Saturday
being day 7, we merely connect this to the other three numbers, so
yesterday being a Wednesday, gives us the digit of '4'.
So 293, followed by 4,
becomes the four digit coded date number
of 2934. All days
and dates will have four digits and they all will be from one through
nine, without ever being zeros. So yesterday, Wednesday,
the 27th
of February of 2019, was dated
conversion number
or DCN-2934. Now with graph paper that
is sold in almost every single office store, grocery store, or large
retail outlet such as Walmart, and most definitely online wherever
you shop for your paper and pencils and pens, you simply buy a pack
of cheap GRAPH-PAPER, with those little
blue lines that run through them in both vertical and horizontal
directions, making tiny little squares all through the sheets, you
are able by scotch taping the back sides together until you have an
area that is large enough in both directions, to create 100 squares
running vertically, and 100 squares running horizontally, for a total
of 10,000 SQUARES. Now after getting your daily DCN's, such as
today's DCN of 2934, you take a magic marker of any color that you
wish to use, and you color in the square that corresponds to that
area on the graph paper. Beginning as all books and papers do with
upper left hand corner first, and going right and down, as all words
on a page do; you simply COLOR IN the DCN, only there is one more
step to this. You ONLY COLOR IN THE BAD DAYS OF YOUR LIFE. You must
be able to decide whether a day in your life is on the left or bad
side of things, remembering the bible coded truths of Jesus Christ
sitting on the RIGHT SIDE of HIS FATHER, verses the wrong or left
side. This was not put in our scriptures haphazardly, as no scripture
is merely a printing that just takes up space. Every single word out
of the mouth of GODDESS SSJKK is utterly major ass urgent and
important. Now once you can absolutely be able to tell a BAD-LEFT
DAY, from a GOOD RIGHT DAY, you are set to go. You only COLOR IN THE
BAD LEFT DAYS. You do this for a total of 444 times, and so it may be
a good idea to copy Santa Claus, and somewhere keep a list, be it on
a computer phone file or in hard world in some place in your
residence, hopefully do both; and yes, now you are ready to get a
picture of reality that WILL ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY BLOW YOUR MIND.
After a few years, depending on how many bad days you get, you will
then take your 10,000-444 pictograph as Morianity calls it, and it
seems that I didn't make up that name or that word since my Microsoft
Spellchecker system did not make little red squiggly lines underneath
the word, but yes, NOW YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY TO SEEING, EVENTUALLY, A
MAJOR THING. Allow me to tell you why yesterday was SO BEYOND MOTHER
FUCKING SUPER ASS MAJOR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Yesterday
WAS MY 444th entry. Gawky only showed me this system in a
powerful dreaming-interaction, about just under three years ago now,
and I started using this, and never said a word about this on THE
BOM! Now if you want to know what I have on me ol' graph paper,
pweeeeeeeeeze fwolks, just promise me you are first sitting freaking
ass down, yo, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
looks like a huge serpent on the left side of a very pronounced cross
object, as in the cross of Jesus christ. So the cross is on the right
side, and the serpent thing is on the left side. Gawki told me that
in the human world, Gods great power source or the Lightning goddess
DZA does not like to communicate with words and structural concepts
derived from words or sentences. This pictograph system is what SHE
LOVES TO USE. Many people in fact for years and even decades now, ARE
USING ELECTRICAL ART, and getting all sorts of major pictographs as a
result, and I am quite sure, although I've not done it, that anyone
out here can Google up or go on the mighty social media Youtube
System, and see this for yourself, at least somewhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
know that I've seen this on a couple of television shows in my life
over the past 30 years. Should you take a cheap toy walkie-talkie
system and put one on each side of a lightning machine that is
available for purchase at any scientific hobby shop type of location
or online, such as Edmund Scientific up in Jersey, you can buy both
of those things. Just take the one on one side of the machine and
talk to your lightning ball, and as long as it is coming out on the
other side of your room, then SHE is hearing you. Ask her to talk to
you in this same kind of communicative manner. Let me know someday
just what happens in your personal walk 'directly with the great
Holy-Spirit' or power source of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle
(Almighty Goddess) known on the Earth Planet as
Jehovah-God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
entire time that I typed out this mathematical information, the
MILITUFORCE
used MIND
CONTROL
and made me sicko neighbors slam and slam their doors, and this was
four of the clock in the mother fuckign goddamn morning, kind
Sheriff Mascara, so if I
am
not
MIND-CONTROLLED
with fear-beam attacks on my mind and will, later this
afternoon; please look for fucking me at your Midway Road Office,
sir. It's a good time to close out here with a little bit of MIND
CONTROL discussion, folks and peeps, and me wonderful
awesome blogaudians!!!! Hopefully you heard me whittle message sent
over the bugged cellphone system that I sent you yesterday, me kind
sir, yo yo yo!!! Mister Cohen said that more than 500 times, Trump
told him to threaten and screw with people, and my question is to
these sicko fucking Republicans
in my so-called fair government, as well as to all these phony
led astray Christians on evangelical television systems, who
are following a demonic Antichrist, and being totally
manipulated and fully MIND-CONTROLLED
by their stealthy MILI-2-FORCE SYSTEMS; just
how long are you going to allow this monster from fucking hell to
wipe out this country and proclaim himself and his royal crumb-bag
family, the monarchs over all of us, and
squash those who he hates like fucking bugs and
roaches????????????????????????????? To quote my 1967 and 1968
Maryland camp counselor, Mister Mack Kaiter, this is ridiculous. It
actually goes so far beyond absurdly ridiculous and preposterous that
there are no words or adjectives that could ever properly suffice
here, yo!!!!!!!!!! The mother fucking DEATH
ANGEL has been assaulting me all goddamn mother fucking day
today and yesterday, beyond just about any other time, EVER
EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!!! Mortimer
M.,you're a whackadoodle!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES
PEEPS, KEEP WATCHING THE
PROJECT
BLUEBOOK HISTORY CHANNEL SHOW. IT IS EVEN WORTH GIVING UP
SMOKING TO PAY FOR CABLE SO YOU CAN WATCH THIS INCREDIBLE TUESDAY
NIGHT GODDAMN SHOW ON THE DAMN TV, OR MAYBE YOU'RE ABLE TO GET IT ON
AN APP ON THE DAMN PHONES YOU ALL LOVE AND USE SO DAMN ASS MUCH, YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BUTTERFIELDS
PHARMACY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings
Highway,
PHONE
NUMBER (772) 489-3700
Across
from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall
NOT
ENDocrinologists,
OR END TRANSMISSION.
BUTTERCHEESE
AND BUTT, BIG ASS TYPE, WE
WILL NOW CONTINUE ONWARD;
OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND TOTALLY ROTTEN PAULA KING,
QUEEN
OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!
I
AM A 'HANGING IN THERE' HUNTINGTON, P.K.
AND
YOU ARE AN EVIL PUKE EATER, PK!!!!!!!
GLOBAL
ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY
KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer Sudano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my
enemies that are viciously persecuting me
throughout this entire
month of February, of the year of 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, ON FEBRUARY
27th OF
2019, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command,
General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
ENDocrinologists,
AND END TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!
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Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me throughout
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WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND
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G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under
CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two
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FEBRUARY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
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I
WAS AWAKENED OUT OF A DEAD ASS GODDAMN SLEEP BY THE INSPECTION
MEN WHO NEVER CAME LAST WEEK. THE
NOISE WAS OFF THE DIALS, AND IS STILL GOING ON AS I TYPE THIS OUT AT
3:43, WITH GODDAMN EVIL HAMMERING
HARRIET ABOVE ME. A LOUD
AIRPLANE WAS RIGHT OVER ME AT THE PUBLIX WHEN I PARKED THERE
TO BUY A BUCK WORTH OF GROCERIES, AND JUST WHEN
I THOUGHT PUSSY COMMAND WAS OVER FOREVER, POW, A
SLEW OF VERY TALL YOUNG GIRLS IN THEIR EARLY TWENTIES BEGAN FLIRTING
WITH ME IN THE GODDAMN PARKING LOT. THIS IS ONE OF THE
MILITUFORCE PEEPS TRICKS, EVERY TIME THINGS GET REAL BAD FOR REAL
LONG WITHOUT LET UP AND THEN I GET SOME SKY SHIT ON TOP OF THAT, POW,
PUSSY COMMAND STRIKES ME LIKE ROACHES. YES, LIKE GODDAMN ROACHES,
KIND SHERIFF. I HAVE EMPTIED THREE CANS OF RAID AND STILL, THEY ARE
ALL OVER THE PLACE, AND NO ONE WILL LIFT A FIUNGER TO HELP ME, SO
EXPECT ME OVER AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE TOMORROW OR FRIDAY FOR A
LONG TEARY EYED TALK, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSIR SHERIFF, ALL
DAY LONG, BANGING, HAMMERING,LOUD DOOR SLAMMING, IT IS TOTALLY BEYOND
EMMEREFFING ABSURD AND REDICULOUS IN HERE, ME KIND SIR!!!!
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Some
evil emmereffing jag-off subskummite is coming into me pathetic
apartment and spraying an odorless sweet bug attraction spray in
here, and Sheriff sir, I WAS TOLD
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I make none of this
bull puke up, me kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maggie
is going to cause some major pricks to die if this horrendous
crappola does not freaking cease and bunt tapping desist, yo yo yo
yo!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BUTTERFIELDS
PHARMACY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings
Highway,
PHONE
NUMBER (772) 489-3700
Across
from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall
NOT
ENDocrinologists,
OR END TRANSMISSION.
BUTTERCHEESE
AND BUTT, BIG ASS TYPE, WE
WILL NOW CONTINUE ONWARD;
OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND TOTALLY ROTTEN PAULA KING,
QUEEN
OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!
I
AM A 'HANGING IN THERE' HUNTINGTON, P.K.
All
day long, utility work is going on outside my
window, also, Sheriff sir. As the ex-Chairman
of the Federal
Communications
Commission would say back
as a young teenager, Mister Bob McDowell, at the great and freaking
illustrious Cooley Fooley Hall; VELY VELY
VELY INTELESTING. AS I SPEAK TYPE
NOW AT 4:02 P.M., KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; A
NASTY ASS LOUD FIRE ALARM IS GOING OFF. RECENTLY THEY ARE
GOING OFF AT LEAST TWICE DAILY, AND THIS HARASSMENT HAS ALSO STARTED
UP BAD AGAIN OVER THE PAST GODDAMN WEEK OR SO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!! WOW am I under as major super freaking DEATH SIEGE, SHERIFF
MASCARA, SIR, YO!!! I bet you're wondering just why my life is so
beyond mother frikkin' interesting, incredible, and SUPER DAMN ASS
HELLISH? I used to wonder too, that is until late last year, when I
finally figured out the BLUEBOOK-MILITUFORCE
BULLSHIT, me BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking
of the Project Bluebook Television show, on the great History-Cable
Channel, I was watching it last night, and at precisely 10:49 P.M.
Towards the end of it, and at a very apropos moment may I also add in
here folks, suddenly a “FLYING BUG” literally began assaulting me
right in my face, temporarily interrupting me from viewing the mother
frickin' program, me BROS!!!!!!!!! Yes Bob McDowell, VELY VELY VELY
INTELESTING, KIND SIR AND EX-PAL FROM SCHOOL IN DAN MACKEY AND
MILDRED YOUNG'S CLASSES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! The fire ladder
arrived and deactivated the goddamn alarm, and it is now 4:10 in the
goddamn afternoon, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so vely much,
guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
I may have to move up the frikkin' doomsday
clock here without a full foundation laid, before telling some really
major ass junk about World Laboratories, and me up in the year of
2301, and how it all led me to begin searching for the
great astral teenager and goddess of our entire creation, the
Almighty PINK
GODDESS, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, back
in 1988, and no folks, NOT IN 1998 ten full years later. All things
in mortal 3-D life where a time illusion exists that we cannot
penetrate and thus must live in an
ETERNAL-NOW, Sir Einstein;
and all song diction stuff all over the place Mister crooked Stanley
Bernstein; have absolute reasons for happening. Free will is ALSO A
HUGE ILLUSION. It is sort of a relative free will. The Astral Gods
cannot trust us to have this in the way that we humans here on the
Earth Planet insist that we do actually have. But if we can decode
symbolism and symbolic numeration
technology as Morianity refers to this
as, or SN-TECH; then we at least can see how life here in our dreams
out and away from timeless-purgatory, can make some reasonable amount
of sense. Morianity also has named things that appear totally absurd,
as DISTANT-HYPERSPACE. This is
when we have those totally nutty and bizarre dreams where your mother
turns into a pizza pie and stuff like that, and we all go to these
places in our spirit, whether we remember this or not. But that same
absurd crap is happening around us here while awake, only we do not
see it, just as we do not see the air, or the electricity around us,
unless a short circuit causes the heat from it to arc or spark. When
I lived in Moorestown, New Jersey, from the day after New Year in
1988, through the first half of 1989, at Jim Wilson's owned and
rented dollhouse at 114 West Central Avenue; I worked for a security
company that stationed me in Philadelphia, underneath the great drug
smugglers pipeline, AKA the I-95, at the intersection of Walker
Street and Water Street, working for a crooked pig named Misses
Dorothea Dario. When I soon tell all of you this entire situation,
you will see how it all connects into beyond powerful junk that
comprises the great mysterious laboratory technician from four years
earlier in 1984 further down this great highway of mystery closer to
Grant Avenue, after the Academy Road Exit. I will also tie in a major
nightmare that shows that I had to live at 134 Norris Avenue back
before that in 1983, or else I could never have been given my
mystery-glandular illness out of the blue, because 'M' is the letter
1-3, and 'D' is the letter '4', so 1-3-4 connects into a medical
situation, since MD stands for Doctor of Medicine. Ask anyone if you
do not believe me here, kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But here is
where my daughter fits into things, since she seems to love strings
of the '4' number, and you will see that if you purchase her
fantastic 2009 DVD. Notice the Harlem address of the three fours, and
then notice '3' '4s'
as in 3-4. And do not think for a minute
that this is one little frickin' isolated deal here, as I have not
yet even started with literally hundreds of other such powerful true
proofs of the great and mighty SN-TECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On top of these things is a whole lot more, such as the 1975 Chinese
girl and her boyfriend who said to me that I am quite a ways from
'HOME', and yes, I sure am, since I have blown out into the
multiverse from the Purgatory, but you ain't heard one tiny puke
swallowing there yet, me folks, and IPYT!!!! I really do not need the
great Comcast peeps to tell me anything about SN-TECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The voices on me journal tapes from back in those days that come from
sourceless realities, that is relating to anything Earthly, lovely
Ingrid, code 2 code 2 Munikay code 2 junk, and yes great Copyright
Office, some of that happened when both my car and I, traveled faster
than any human speed limit, over to 5133 Oakland Street, from 114
West Central Avenue. So please do not look me up and try to give me a
speeding ticket anybody because field travel is not even legislated
yet if I am not frickin' mistaken!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That day in me
presently driven car, with both Ann King Silva and Ed Himacane Lynch,
all sitting in the front seat and me driving, was another off the
scale day, when suddenly with the radio off, a super loud high
pitched sound began emanating from the system, and none of us could
manage to shut it off or stop it, until eventually it just quit all
by itself, Mister retired SVU Hollywood-Hyperspace Internal Affairs
Bureau dude!!!! Another WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
may now be in order, for all JOANN-A's
EVERYWHERE, HUH?
MIND
CONTROL, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and so many wild things with those
wonderful initials, boy oh boy oh boy, I must be the greatest
freaking fictional story teller since I do not know who, as if this
is all just made up fictional crap, then show me another person with
my SO-CALLED GREAT TALENT, YO FOLKS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean really peeps, ARE
ANY OF YOU OUT HERE WATCHING THAT GREAT PROJECT-BLUEBOOK
CRAP ON TV ON TUESDAY NIGHTS FOR
CRISSAKE; ME BROS??????????
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friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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and Paula, PERRRR-fect together, huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my
story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody
cares!!!!!!
First I can just go and say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, huh
Chester-Frank?
So
just who really is Julia White, AKA Viqueen Jewelly? Well, I am going
to be discussing this, since my late pal David Roth knew her quite
well, in many parts of the great fifth dimensional hyperspace! Just
last night I was back again at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in
Mullica Township, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; and if I ever tell you all
what started this day out here in this universe so bad, I would NEED
SOME POWERFUL MOTHER FREAKING PROTECTION FROM MY LOCAL SHERIFF AND
HIS GREAT DEPUTIES AND LOCAL POLICE PERSONS!!!!!!! Jewelly is the
queen of MIND CONTROL, and she some wild shapes and sounds that can
take the human mind to places that it never was meant to
go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can explore this and much much
freaking more, and WE WILL BE DOING JUST THAT, me folks and me
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MOTHER FREAKING RIDICULOUS, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND MISTER MACK
MARYLAND KAITER!!!
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I
AM UNDER ANOTHER SUPER DAMN DEATH ASSAULT SIEGE,
MY WONDERFUL AND HOPEFULLY KIND SHERIFF, KENNETH
J. MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
THE
MILI-2-FAWCES ARE HACKING THE
HELL OUT OF MY COMPUTER, AND I HAVE FALLEN
UNDER A MAJOR DEATH ATTACK, SIR; AND IF
ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME IN THIS APARTMENT OVERNIGHT, I WAS
MURDERED BY ALL OF THE FORCES AND
PEOPLE THAT THESE EVIL TURD CHEWING FORCES ARE USING ON AND AGAINST
ME, AS MENTIONED AND FULLY DESCRIBED
ON THIS 13-PLUS YEAR BLOGGING WORK OF THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL BLOGS OF THE BOM:
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PUT SHERIFF MASCARA KIND SIR, THIS JUST CANNOT BE SAID ENOUGH
TIMES:
The
few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly
believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT
BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS
FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE
permits them to fully air it. This
Fascitar Astral Projection information was to get me primed for
'CONTACT', and then, to quote
Doctor
Emil Farmers Skota of 'L&O', “I was
cleared for takeoff”! Oh
yessir, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, simply put my friend, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”!!!!!!!!
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BUTTERFIELDS
PHARMACY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings Highway,
PHONE
NUMBER (772) 489-3700
Across
from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall
My
following blog will
tell some more about major hidden (occult) things, Mizz
Patricia Hollister,
and others in the FEE-FREE
system of the 06-07
times, yo!!!! COUNT ON THAT, EVIL EMPIRE AND EVIL MILI-2-FORCE!!!!
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Sheriff
Mascara sir, MY BLOG PHOTO HAS BEEN
'REMOVED' BY THE ALL MIGHTY BLOGGER/GOOGLE WORLD
OWNER NEW WORLD ORDER RULER SLAVE OWNERS, OF THE NEW
WEIRD
ODOR, AKA BY THE DUMMIES
OF THE EARTH PLANET, AS THE NEW WORLD ORDER, AND DEFINITELY KNOWN BY
ALL ORWELLIAN PEOPLES!!!!!!!!!! HEY AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION
HYPOCRITES, WHERE ARE MY MOTHER LOVING FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS TO THE
GREAT AMERICAN CONSTITUTION OF FREEDOM OF LAWFUL EXPRESSION????????
IS ANYTHING ON MY BLOG EVER TELLING ANYONE THAT THEY SHOULD DISOBEY
THE LAWS OF THIS LAND, OVERTHROW THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT, OR DO ANY
OTHER UNLAWFUL THING, OR INCITE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR IN ANY WAY, KIND
SIR?
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Well
okay then folks out here; let us get down to some major
mother loving cases here and tell some wild major stuff before this
evil MILI-2-FORCE
manages to somehow legally find a way to shut up another great
patriot and silence his voice forever on stuff that every great
American needs to hear beyond freaking desperately on steroids!!!!
The exact same way that accomplishing the removal of my photo that I
legally paid to have made for me by the Photo-bucket people, these
owners of the internet system have also managed to marry the
fortune-500 capitalist swine bags, with the great global
interests/powers that mean no good whatsoever to one empoverished
American citizen, loyal only to the greedy averice of their sick
Satanic ways, and totally planning the demise of all of the little
people everywhere, making them nothing more than the clever-slaves of
the wealthy powerful WORLD-OWNERS (WO). This marriage is what the BOM
calls and labels to WO-MO, or the marriage and merging of the world
owners with the MILITUFORCE system, that yes, is behind the absolute
stealth and secrecy of the entire mother loving UFO-SITUATION,
ever since World War ll was over, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! The
goal of this evil WOMO or (World
Owner
Milituforce
Otammites)
is really quite simple and freaking basic; me kind folks out here!
This global ruling evil empire has the plan to do one thing and one
thing only, but it is quite a large thing, me people. Setting
up a GLOBAL RULING ONE SYSTEM ABSOLUTE EMPIRE to rule and control all
of the rest of us, who will be
totally without any way of stopping this or them, as
they have all of the power, Mizz Alice Dick Wolf
Valentine's Day Copyrighted Guard House Tapes Simmonelli. You
want it hard punching
and straight up,
then you'll mother loving get it hard
punching and straight
up, me peeps, 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 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 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 yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERY
SINGLE ONE OF US, KIND FOLKS; we all will be enslaved and silenced.
You peeps out here only freaking THINK you know
what total governmental oppression can be like. None of you
alive now, remember and know first hand, AS I
DO, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! They didn't see Hitler coming either,
well, I DID, and for a damn good reason, but that, LIKE DAMN HEAVEN,
MISTER EMMIT CIGGS; can
wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No people, thanks to
the mighty all-knower Patricia Hollister, I am very dangerous to this
WOMO-MILITUFORCE, because I AM IN DIRECT COMMUNICATION WITH THESE
HALLS-FAWCES, CLASSIFYING ME AS A TYPE-6
CONTACTEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know as in CE of the 6th
kind. ButTERCHEESE and BUT, I am not only in
contact with the gods/goddesses directly,
BUT I TOTALLY REMEMBER THE ASTRAL REALM (THE GREAT CATHOLIC
CONCEPT-PURGATORY OR THE TIMELESS AND ENDLESS TRUE EXISTENCE OF ALL
OF US)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, this
makes me extremely dangerous to the MILITUFORCE;
OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J.
MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course I know what their goals and mother loving objectives are, why
wouldn't I after being their object of unrelenting freaking torment
for four to six solid decades, without let up or mercy or one small
straw bird ounce of freaking humanity????????????????????????????????
A child can see that they are right now planning to silence me and MY
BLOGS, Sheriff sir. Look how they tried to freaking kill me, using
the prior Governor Prick Snot and Mizz Pillmillhaterblondi to remove
the only medication from me that allowed me to live a somewhat
ordinary life here in this world since I was the age of 28.5 years.
But then Sheriff sir, the last laugh is on them for a freaking
change, kind sir. I now am completely off of that medication that
they all used as a weapon to hang over me and harass me with day and
night for three dogassdamn decades, Lorazebondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
now, let us discuss some other matters, while my blogs still live and
exist up on the internet, which won't be too
much longer. Just wait and see if I AM NOT AS USUAL, TOTALLY CORRECT
IN ME ASSUMPTIONS, AND ME PROPHECIES; ME PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My guess is that the total blog-hits will never
reach 300,000, and it
may happen a lot sooner than that.
That's just my prediction max out number, me fwolks out here, yo!!!!
Hey yo peeps, if I am just a totally looney nut job whackadoodle
person, then why ate the greatest frickin' powers on this entire
pwanet expending so much time and energy TO SHUT ME DOWN; SHERIFF
KJM,
SIR???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Let
us take this just a wee bit further here, me wonderful non-shamrock
Blogaudians, and maybe a few Shamrockers out here as well, huh lovely
PH if you're out there and still alive and conscious to the waking
mortal world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ran into the leader of the
NG-ADS, who neither will confirm nor deny of course, that he really
is any such thing, imagine that whittle surprise; Mister Bond007. He
told me two gigantic, or maybe really three gigantic things while I
was outside the door of the building-office yesterday, waiting to do
my re-certification paperwork, yo. Omne is that roaches in here are
not in my imagination. He said to me, doesn't roach spray supposedly
get rid of them? I said back to him, “Yessir, it is supposed to but
it doesn't always work so well with my roaches”. He chuckled and
said, “You're missing my point, Mark. Just as some sprays can
supposedly get rid of the critters, other sprays can attract them and
you won't even smell it. The cameras in your building were a sham and
they never ever really worked, and also, there never was or is any
security in your building. It is just the neighborhood watch, and we
all know that your son in law has many pals up in your hood right
there with all of them”. Like frickin' super hyper ultra wow to
that one, me folks. Another quick exchange of nouns and verbs were
along the lines of telling me stuff concerning the newer jag-offs
from two apartments down the hallway from my apartment. He said,
“That both of them are in league with your 'M2F enemies', and are
being well compensated for their screwing with you, but go and try
proving it”. This only came up because I saw that asshole that
stares at me and won't speak a single word to me, and believe me, he
can talk just fine, I have witnessed that in the elevator recently.
Aniwho, the NG-ADS man said that he and the peeps across from him
will annoy me later on, now that he has seen
me. He asked me if I remember the way it always seems to
work around me, sort of a reverse way to the saying all of us have
heard, “out of sight, out of mind”? Instantly I wanted to punch a
hole in the wall from a lifetime of anger and memories, as I DO
indeed remember this quite well, and only too goddamn well. When
enemies see me on a particular day, it ALWAYS FOLLOWS THAT THEY
ASSAULT ME MAJOR WITHIN AN HOUR OR SO OF SEEING ME. He told me,
“Mark, it is a complex thing that is built into your unique
situation with what you label the M2F. Indeed it always will work
that way, so should you run into one of them, they will strike you
almost immediately, but again, go try proving any of this”. I said
to him, “You remind me a lot of the
prosecutor from Jersey, Mister Ron
Wirtz Senior, as he would always tell me that he knew
what I was up against, but trying to get it
proven seems to be my major hurdle, and
HE WAS 100% ABSOLUTELY FRICKIN' CORRECT!!!!!!! And
so was Mister NG-ADS, yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes you
guessed it, an hour later give or take a few damn minutes, those two
nabes began shouting and slamming their doors real damn ass
loudly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know why you cannot help a poor sick
old man with any of this, KIND SHERIFF, I just don't understand why
you cant, OR WON'T, or maybe I DO
UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The final thing we discussed
was the WFMU
D-J Donna Summer
Internet Radio hatepage. You all know this, the CRACKPOTS
FROM
NEW
JERSEY
PAGE; where both
myself and the classmate from
Cooley Hall HH, Bruce
Alan Pennock, were from; back in the opening of the nineteen
seventies, were made a part of, and labeled by that one lady as the
“Crazy Cursing Dudes”. He said to
me, your other friend from Cooley Hall, Mister Russ Thaxton seems
to have the courage to say more concerning you in a positive way than
anyone else he has been made aware of since this new group of
mine has formed recently, late last year some time. I asked what he
was referring to, since he never wanted to contact me or ever wanted
to confirm the wild twinallity of our mutual autumn 1969 and into
spring time 1970 teacher, Mister Count
Vamcucci, with the great non-Russian
Lennon. Mister ??? Leader NG-ADS then proceeded to say to
me, just as I was told to enter in for my re-certification
appointment, since the person before me had just exited; “Are you
really serious, Mark? He said it all,
and I was just reading that page and his comments on that page not
three days ago. He said, meaning you, (THAT DUDE IS FOR REAL)”! You
know something me Blogaudians, THE MAN IS 100%
RIGHT.
I had forgotten that tiny morsel of information!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said
that, (THIS DUDE IS FOR REAL). Others
said all sorts of stuff, but HE SAID
T-H-A-T! I'll be goddamn go to hell, as John Marion Wayne
would say so well in so many of his great Western Television
Shows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
a little additional non white-boy regular non DJ-WFMU Donna Summer
copyrighted 1988 musical project 'FOOTNOTE',
that the great LOC Copyright Examiners can all relate to here, and me
kind Sheriff KJM sir; I refuse to permit anyone to defecate the hell
all over me, and then just smile and take
it. So after what the Sarah-Frank Insurance Company Office
did to me near the damn Fort Pierce Walmart Store last spring time, I
officially left that office. I still use
the great Sarah-Frank Insurance Company, but no longer do I
deal with that total butt-wipe, Mister Larry Lee. I now use the
office closer to me whittle roach and enemies infested public
building apartment, right there practically where I do most of me
whittle grocery shopping, at the Publix Store,
at what I call the Virginia Avenue Mall, only really it is called the
Palm Plaza. GOOD RIDDANCE Mister LL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I ever
expected was a little bit of common courtesy. I believe a common
criminal is given better treatment than you gave to me when you just
totally brushed me off last friggin' year; you rotten old diseased
twat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, you don't owe me a thing, except for
perhaps a tiny amount of common courtesy and
decency, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't know how many of my life's experiences you know of Sheriff. I
cannot expect you to read years worth of long winded blogs from the
weird and bizarre Mountainpen. But one night in
1998, Toni Braxton and her husband called me, when I was living in
blue Anchor, New Jersey, with the great and illustrious
Chester-Frank and his pal the 'other'-PP, as well as me ol' school
chum RUSS-T. I know that my nut case kid put
them up to it. I could tell you many stories similar to this,
and WILL, AND EVEN PROVE TO YOU THAT MY PLIGHT
IS VERY REAL, once and if I can be made
to see that you are on my side, and
not against me. How can I ever know who is for me when the
entire world is persecuting me to my goddamn grave, kind
sir?????????????
I
completed my annual
re-certification
and inspection
for 2019,
today; and
am back in me apartment here, typing out this whittle bwog, fwolks. I
quickly saw the
dude who I have come to label as the leader of the
'NG-ADS'.
He said that I need to see how my older blogs tie into things with
'the song' as well as 'the labs'. I told him that I was not sure what
he meant, and so he reminded me of how
I claim to be Zeranniss Jones and how I died in 2301 in Brigantine,
New Jersey,
jumping out of a military
craft that
was taking me to
a place of punishment.
Let me expound a whittle wee bit on that now as well, me wonderful
and kind Blogaudians!!!!
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LAT
ME ENTER MY FREAKING PRIVECODE NUMBER, OH GREAT AND POWERFUL NON-OZ
INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES, INCORPORATED.
Yes
NG-ADS,
it is amazing how it all works, but then, that is merely the
microcosm of reality working through its larger source. I knew this
before your pal mentioned it to me, but I just kept me whittle Herman
Munster mouth shut. NOW IT'S HIGH TIME TO OPEN ME WHITTLE HERMAN
MUNSTER MOUTH; FIRST TIME LILLY LOVER, OR MAYBE SECOND TIME, LOVELY
DIANA Z.A. Oh
yes people, simply put, time exists as part of “SPACE-TIME-MIND”,
and above the multiverse, there simply is no time, and no space; just
mind. The real truth is NOT ABOVE it, but INSIDE OF IT, as truth
always is hidden (occult) INSIDE of outer barriers!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Time
to use the travel tubes, AKA the Franklin Fleece, I suppose, huh
Sheriff??????? Before I do that, allow me to ask Magnesonic for some
help against these evil fucking jerk off subskummite BRIGGERS, AKA
the EARTHLY MILI-2-FORCE!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my
enemies that are viciously persecuting me
throughout this entire
month of February, of the year of 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, FEBRUARY
25 AND 26, OF
2019, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command,
General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
GLOBAL
ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY
KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer Sudano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
there are clicks in the EW (Entertainment
Industry). Why not? There are
clicks everywhere, from high school students to restaurant workers.
This is just the way of the world. I
will not harp on my many discussions with my Blogaudians, back
especially in the first two years or so of my blogs, 2006 and 2007;
regarding the FRE and the FEE.
“All evil empires fall eventually into
history”. Ask former President
William
Jefferson
Clinton if he remembers me
telling him that, back in the early-middle nineteen-nineties. When I
originally blogged the truths about Parallel-Event-Technology,
and the deadly dangerous misuse of this shit; I abbreviated the terms
of FULL RIGHTEOUS
EMPIRE, verses FULL
EVIL EMPIRE.
I also talked about the BLACK-HAT wearing hackers and non-hackers,
naming the non-hackers who
stalked and followed me as a teenager, as the
Lamists. This word on the Astral-Plane
means literally, those who belong to the Lambrigg
Cult of the Nist Hills area, that the great BRIGGBASE
sits on. It is difficult to properly translate many conceptual terms
of the Purgatory, into the waking world Earth Planet language of
English. But I am indeed trying to do me very best, me kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These weird black hat wearing people were
always following me, and would occasionally speak to me, and always
try to drill me on issues relating to my schedule, or things in any
way that pertained to TIME, or timing.
I know I told numerous times about those LAMISTS on the Atlantic City
beach, the youngest ones that I ever interacted directly with to
date, and they asked me if I was on time, and
were curious about my schedule. Who would care about some kid
on a beach, for crissake, me kind Sheriff, sir? And then there was
the Alice In Wonderland Jack Rabbit man, who ran past me, not ten
yards from where the greatest female recording artist on this planet
was conceived, and said to me, while I was playing on the beach, “I'm
late”. If you must know, I think he
was decades late.
I
am not saying that computer
hackers of the OTHER KIND are not out there doing their thing.
Maybe I should have said, the hat
wearers of the other kind,
but either way folks; the
same mother fucking shit is happening here.
When they want to freeze
up my cable or knock it out,
or play
with my phone,
or do any of a million nasty little mother fucking jerked off parlor
tricks electronically
to me; THEY
DO!!!!
You can put that last line to great 1986 music, along with ALL
OF THE OTHER NASA CURLS AND GIRLS,
with or without any help from any planetary residents from
Krypton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty, wake
up people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dave Roth got a personal letter from the great Anita Hill. I
don't know who he wasn't in contact with,
as just about every goddamn AA-female recording artist of his time
seemed to be, and
he showed me letters,
and so I know this is a true fact, and we are going to be talking
about fake
verses true and real stuff,
as well as me wonderful distant Cousin
Donald.
When
the goddamn fucking man is right, he's right,
and I have come to see a lot of his shit is very right, especially
concerning
fake news
and how cleverly all of this fucking shit is being handled. I really
and truly verily amazes me, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
one night ago,
and since you all know that my telephone conversations are bugged and
listened to with regularity; I was speaking to my pal from the Miami
area, Mister
Patterson,
and we were discussing world events, and we
both mentioned how we watch the ABC
Nightly News.
So
just last night, on comes a report about the topic I have discussed
several times, regarding
prolonging life by way of transfusing young blood
into old people, so
they would be rejuvenated.
This
report claimed that it does not work,
and has been researched by some lab that was attempting to help
patients with dementia, and other geriatric problems. I
never said that using young blood plasma worked on the rats.
I
said that WHOLE-BLOOD worked with the rats,
when these tests were performed by Doctor
Green
and Doctor
Corriell
at the Ferry Avenue medical research institute in Camden, New Jersey,
back in the very early nineteen-eighties. There is a huge difference
in blood plasma
verses whole
blood. Everything in our bodies are cells, and on a microbiological
level, cells communicate with each other. This is why viruses and
cancer cells multiply making us sicker. This is also why diseased
areas or cellular clusters in our organs will continue to worsen
unless properly treated or cured with radiations or medications or
surgical procedures, or with the even better medical procedures of
immunization therapies. All that aside, there is a lot of things that
blood plasma can
and cannot do.
It never fully takes the place of whole blood, and it lacks enough
microbiological communicative skills to properly retrain diseased or
older units into healthier and younger units. Blood plasma was first
understood and used by a highly intelligent AA doctor, many decades
ago. It can save lives when a bad accident causes a person to lose a
great deal of blood. But it never will take the place of whole blood,
for many reasons. It is like a tourniquet placed on a serious wound.
This is just to get the patient to the doctor or hospital where
proper treatment can then be performed. Also, don't ever let me make
a false claim here. I never said those doctors tested people, just
rats. Still, a rat is the same basic internal groupation of cellular
structure as we humans are. This is why we have lab-rats, and they
are indeed used for so many testing purposes. Their anatomy is
precisely the same as ours except for one small variance, and that
being, they do not have bladders. Also, even if the transfusing of
young blood into older or diseased patients does have real
therapeutic value, each patient will respond somewhat differently.
Also, since no human testing has been done with whole blood, to my
knowledge, there are no published medical findings concerning the
tweaked maximum times and amounts for the successful transfusing of
patients in a generally averaged experiment procedure. Nothing is as
simple as Mike Jackson's great old song of “Easy As 123, ABC”! I
never ever said that it was. BUTTTTTTT, big ass butt, I know a lot
more now about Trump's concept of claiming FAKE NEWS. It is real easy
to view a report like that on the big national news system, and not
catch the word PLASMA. This changes the whole story around, and this
is how many reporters can indeed, fake the truth about stories that
pertain to the motive of making the news conform and agree to their
own personal ideas and agendas!!!!!!!!!! I am not saying the news
media is all totally corrupt, such as my Cousin DJT does. But I am
saying that this
is a perfect example of why he shouts and shouts so much about, FAKE
NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't want him to be able to do that, then
stop handing him his great chocolate cakes for free,
you idiots
out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
sure hope Bernie Sanders reads my blogs and is one of my BLOGAUDIANS.
YOU
GO BERNIE,
I am behind you 100 trillion percent, buddy!!!!!!!!!
The Huntington family knows a thing or five about being bullied and
ruled by monarchs. They killed one of us, the queen that is, she had
my 22nd
granny killed, Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
for one do not want this great nation ruled by the TRUMP ROYAL FAMILY
after the fucking year of 2025, Bernie sir.
Goddess
help us all!!!!
I
am going to be tying in stuff that will blow
the minds of not only the great and late Count VonLennon Vamcucci,
Russ Thaxton,
and most of the entire Earth-Planet,
BUTT, BIG ASS BUTT,
I will be proving huge fucking shit about huge fucking peeps and
issues, and powerful awesome shit that you will all find totally and
absolutely unfathomable! Dave Roth shared the Anita Hill
letter with me, and told how the powerful Supreme Court Judges or
their pals, hacked her computer, in the very
same way that they hack mine. Only when Dave shared that
private letter with me, it was years and years before any of my
mother fucking Morianity ever began on the on-line world, and was
just a cassette-tape version, from where the opening paragraphs were
even made a legal part of the United States Library Of Congress (LOC)
© Office, back in the year of 1996 shortly after I left the Highview
Apartments for the second time, and moved into the home that I
purchased along with my mother, at 112 Harvard Avenue, in Somerdale,
New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the even
more incredible part to all of this surrounds another Clarence, and
yes, another incredible AA person, named Mister Harris, and not
Mister Thomas. What are the odds that he would be living right next
door to the home where one of the best friends of Sally Starr was
living, and that I would first come to know Mizz Star by way of the
music dude Mister Paul Evans Pedersen,
and then just a couple of months before that, at Congressman
Andrews' Office, I would meet Mister Harris. Two houses that
were miles away from my home in Somerdale in those days and times,
and yet within a couple of months time, I would meet two different
people who were connected to two houses right next door to each
other? I know mister Harris told me later on concerning this, that
this could not just be some weird random happenstance, and I believe
I am quoting him verbatim there. Also remember that years before the
last couple of years of the twentieth century when this all went
down, this man who became Congressman Andrews, who I knew only as Bob
Andrews of Haddon Heights, sang my three songs, in 1975 he sang
SPIRIT PEACE, and in 1980 he sang LONG RIVER BLUES and LOVE SO HIGH.
All these facts can be absolutely fucking proved and verified by the
great LOC © OFFICE, and also through many other sources. And don't
even get me started with the great PROJECT BLUEBOOK show on the
History Channel from a couple nights back. I couldn't help thinking
about steak knife John Scout's parents, as well as Deer Hunter
Non-Cop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing I will say
Mister JAYJAY EVANS SIR, if I can; is that I am only opening up the
very initial layer of an onion that is the size of Planet-Jupiter,
and IPYT, me wonderful and great
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have had an entire lifetime to dwell on all of this junk, as
well as a major personal motive in attempting to make some real sense
out of otherwise totally jumbled up randoms and insanity; it merely
stands to reason that I would eventually at least come up with
something that closely resembles an explanation to all of the
otherwise outlandish and completely non understandable events and
situations that have surrounded me since the time I was born here as
MWM. It explains why Patty, Paula, and Merry have all done so many
otherwise irrational things to me, for so long now. Trying to explain
it all in any other way outside of the ESS
(EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY), is the real true proof of
insanity, IMHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
the mass population insists that Morianity is some huge ass mother
fucking super delusion, from a total nut case whackadoodle person;
there are an awful lot of things that I can
produce that makes the odds of that, awful
mother fucking small and slim, and maybe even generally
broke-down Deezy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In any event, the 1969 chain-steal nocturnal interaction just
slightly over five months later on from my 'under
the boardwalk' and somewhat world famous and totally
misunderstood event that occurred, not only all “happened
to me”, oh wonderful Ed Green 'job keeping' United States
LOC Copyright Examiners, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTS, but
so did that wild huge sky-event after that when I got on the
short-tard bus to go the Cooley Hall High Hell
school an hour later on. This is when the
entire sky over eastern Camden County filled up with that gigantic
super awesome lovely three criss-crossed jet vapor trail, AKA
a CHEMTRAIL, since the Youtube
Channel has millions upon billions of entries regarding the
phenomenon of vapor trails that do not disapait and disappear away
from view, shortly after they are made from a high flying jet. Adding
these things to Privecode,
Hydroglacia, and the
countless 1986
green
orbs
that altered my life forever in horrendous fucking ways, and
we get irrefutable and indisputable and absolutely unexplainable shit
by mortal world thinking and rationalizing. Yes Kate, don't throw any
ice cream on me, and I congratulate you on your upcoming wedding.
Just please don't beat me up, now, or in 1997.
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
good for you, Cousin Trumpie. I am so happy for you that you were
able as one of my loyal blogaudians in-between 2011 and 2014, to
glean some great ideas for your upcoming presidential campaign, yo.
Anything else your distant-cuzz can do, 'jess let me know'. I know, I
talked too much about Atlantic City, and now there won't be any more
Thanks-2-Givens meals for me, I GET IT, yo. Still,
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unfair politics, SHEEEEEEEEIT CUZZ, how about unfair internet
practices and unfair MILITUFORCE PERSECUTIONS FOR DECADES OF TIME
THAT COMPLETELY WRECKED AND RUINED ME ENTIRE FREAKING LIFE, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNTY!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
&,
we will be saying beyond major stuff, real soon.
