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FEBRUARY, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr--------2006-2019, BOM (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
Sheriff
KJM kind sir, YYYYYYYY my upstairs mother fucking nabe from hell is
persecuting me, I DON'T KNOW, but AGENT CONDOR and AGENT FALCON I am
quite positive do have the answers concerning my endless mother
fucking dilemma. I do know that they woke me up AGAIN this
morning, and all day long, have been making banging sounds on my wall
as if these cunt chewing fucking turds have nothing at all to do in
life other than hang up brand new cunt sucking pictures on their
goddamn walls on a weekly basis. Who hangs tons of new pictures every
single mother fucking week, without end, SHERIFF, TELL
ME WHO DOES THIS, and I will tell you; THEY
DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
got your message Sheriff, yessir, BOTH
messages. Thank you. I know now
that you will do your best to look into my
incredible nightmarish junk straight from the gates that surround
DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! I think we both are smart enough to
see through the numbers that parallel universe FRANKLIN was shouting
so hauntingly to me from distant blocks away. LIKE '''WOW''', lovely
1979 JOANN-A????????????????????
As I speak-type at 3:14 P.M., a
super loud vehicle just roared past me, out on Seventh Street.
WOWOWOWO-MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please do all that you can to
look out for me right now, as I AM GETTING
MURDERED IN HEREdahelda AND IN HERE TOO, MISTER MIKE
HELL-WRECKER, and all big ass BUTT BUTTERCHEESES
from Starburn, Pennsylvania, Parallel World-1986ville!!!!!!!!
PEE,
has been attempting to make contact with me. She has done this in an
amazing way. Not all of the contact that I have come to think
and believe is from the Astral-plane (Purgatory), is indeed coming
from there. A lot of things may appear to be, but appearances as all
of you know only too damn ass well, can be quite mother fucking
deceptive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEE has
been trying to contact me ever since I was a little child in this
universe. I realize this now. Time is not following some kind
of a parallel pattern between these otherworldly worlds. Unlike that
really marvelous and cool sixties television show, “Dark
Shadows”, where things did run in parallels; in real
truth, bands of time, as well as bands of hyperspace universes are no
more connected to each other in ways that are mortally understood,
than a damn housefly could be taught to do college algebra. PEE
is the one who can use the techniques of the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society) to work through her
parallel world sister MC, as well as my baby mama, and as well as
giant Atlantic city P.K. It is not that numerous people are
all the same real one person, but it is as all things, the simplest
explanation is usually best and most accurate. Here, the
simplest explanation is that PEE came to me in a powerful dreaming
interaction while I lived at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG, just east of Hammonton, back in the early years
of this century, and she let me know that she was real and she was
there, and she would try to contact me. SHE
INDEED HAS DONE THIS, but not in ways that are one hundred percent
understood by me. Few things ever are fully logical, here on
the Earth Planet. My mom used to say it so perfectly and with
repetition, “Mark, this is Earth, not
Heaven”. She was absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now there are unlimited amounts of parallel realms in the vast and
unfathomable fifth dimensional hyperspace. Some locales exist where I
was murdered by a New Jersey State Trooper in a secluded wooded area
in a place not that far away from the trailer park. In some others, I
somehow lived through this, or was retraced back and spliced back
into reality by HALLS FAWCES. But nothing here is simple. It
is like trying to piece together the great winding roads of the
ESS-Comcast Cable System, and the dinosaurs and huge dangerous wild
animals that were all over the place, that an older blog
talked about, and many may recall. PEE worked
through Patty Hollister here in this universe, so that I could
receive the magic knowledge from the great goddess 'FASCITAR',
who resides on the opposite side of the huge mountain pass river
area, called the RING RIVER, in the neighboring province one over
from Olympia. She is part of a branch of the lost
Arteemis Gods, as they call themselves, or some mortals
call them the demigods, one whom I have met there, as well as here on
the Earth-planet, whose name there is Psyche
Myrathus, and here, is Steve Murray.
Goddess Fascitar arranged for him to be here in this dream off of the
purgatory, and then to receive a phone call to
start a job that he never applied for, at the Griffin Pipe Company of
Florence Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the year of none other
than, like WOW, 1986!!!!!!!! Another slang term used in the
Purgatory, for this lost branch of Olympian gods, is the
Ringrivertons. The top of those mountains juts up into the nestern
regions of the area over nine miles. The beauty of the place is
absolutely beyond indescribable. There really is a GODDESS FASCITAR
in the Purgatory. She is the one who made sure, in this game so to
speak, that the magical Hollister School
existed, and that lovely Patty had those cassette tapes either on her
desk or near or in her trash can at the office on that day in late
1973 or early in 1974 somewhere. I know all of this clearly as
all shit now, today, because nothing else makes one single tiny
mother fucking iota of sense or is at all fucking ass logical
whatsoever, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! The same Goddess Fascitar
who brought her KNOWELDGE & WISDOM OF FASCITAR TO THE EARTH
PLANET REALM of humanity and physical C-SQUARED DIVIDED SOUL
CONSCIOUSNESS, also made someone mtysteriouly call another god who
told me that he was on vacation here on the Earth Planet, Mister
Steve Murray from the pipe company where I was the security officer
at the time in 2003. He said they just called him up out of the blue
to work for them when he never even had applied there for a job. He
wanted me to know this fact and was quite fucking cunt emphatic about
theansweristheqyuestion and about the information, KIND SHERIFF KJM,
SIR!!!!!!!!!! These same HALLS FAWCES, in the
image of Goddess Fascitar, did all of these things; so that these
things I now am blogging and telling the world of waking
consciousness, would all come to pass, and CONTACT would be made and
further established, between me and the FAWCES of the PURGATORY or
(Astral-Plane), yo yo yo yo yo me
BRO!!!!!! No, Mister Mike Hell Wrecker, not
BROadcasters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Indeed
there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who
appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as
incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets
in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew
Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK
GODDESS is the force that surrounds
our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah
Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. Now
for quite a long time, the BOM (Blogs Of
Morianity) have discussed my ideas on parallel
universes, that the great Albert Einstein only made small
references to, and yes, backed up in mathematical equations, helping
me to a large degree in present times, to argue my points with the
rest of humanity. Do all roads really lead to Paula King? Yes they
do, but to another Paula King. But I promise
not just the great queen of Buttercheese,
oh great Mister Microsoft Spellchecker, but all of my
wonderful and awesome blogaudians, that I absolutely will get into a
fully elaborated and elucidated explanation to all of the things that
perfectly fit together, as the blogs keep coming. Is PEE really
sending John King to me, and would that magical beach water hose have
really done something should I have used it on myself that hot summer
day back in late August of 1996, to bring my wonderful daughter
Patty-Paula Junior (PEE) even closer to me here in this realm where I
sit here now in HELL, typing out this fucking cunt huffing horrendous
blog of wo-wiz-me's and miseries on steroids?????????????????
http://theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
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 on this seventh day and this
ninth day in February, of the year 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.
100%
power against whoever broke my telephone!!!!!!!!!!
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
END
TWANSMISSION.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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