ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD, SECTION WW
10:20
PM, Friday night, 19 July, 2019
Diana
was very good to me today. The second that I drove up to park at my
local TD Bank on Ohio Avenue to check some balances, Lightning came
practically right to me, and then followed me home following a short
trek over to my local Publix Grocery Store. She then came back to me
after I got home and was in for a few minutes, flashing many lovely
colors all around me. Lately SHE has been around me a lot, as I know
that She knows that I really need her during my times of
quintessential horrendous woes and sufferings,
CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you my beautiful BABY-BLOND
coil from the mighty and incredible
Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have decided to declare bankruptcy, and remain endlessly trapped here
at this nightmare public housing building. I have the crooked demonic
Household
Finance
Corporation
suing me for eight and a half grand, Portfolio Recovery wants
1300 smacks, and this is a perfect time to get my credit report and
see just who is claiming I owe money to, and go
bankrupt officially against them, ONCE AND MOTHER FUCKING CUNT
CHEWING ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
money I was saving towards moving, will be sufficient by the end of
the year to hire a bankruptcy attorney and get rid of these so-called
obligations once and for all. I was always taught that ten years was
the maximum time allowed for any creditors to claim debts, but I am
going to be endlessly threatened and harassed unless I go bankrupt,
so I will. This has gone on long enough. Long before the time Trump
takes over this fucking nation in January 2025 with an illegal
coup, along with his sicko redneck
gang from hell, that worships that monster
straight from DOGTOWN, and proclaims himself and his royal
family of sleaze, the KING and ROYALS,
and forever alters this once lovely mighty wonderful land of freedom;
I WILL HAVE SAVED ENOUGH TO RUN AWAY FROM THIS
BRUTAL SICKO MONSTER who's been
personally persecuting me since the middle nineteen-eighties,
and escape forever down to mother fucking cunt
sniffing South America,
where he can't get at me any more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
wake up to roaches crawling on my arms every fucking cunt morning.
I have continual death angels around me,
enemies lurking all over the place making my life a miserable living
hell, and zillions of other things too.
Several mornings ago, I awoke and lifted the clock cover to look at
the time, and it was mother fucking
eleven-eleven in the goddamn cock sucking morning, leading
to all of this hellishness, the symbolic bitch that caused me so much
hell that night at the Atlanta Braves
Ballpark, and has never let up one fucking bit ever since
that night from total DOGTOWN
(hell), back in
1993. At least the six day BOTBAR
STRING ENDED, and at least things are a miniscule
bit above absolute liquid shit being
siphoned down the esophagus. I don't
waste my time any longer with roulette
formulas, quantum
reality research, or Gawky
Gaukauk's magical future APP that
went absolutely nowhere. Why? 'Simpelllll', Mister Chuck
Korean Kim from Berlin Junction, New Jersey back early in the year of
1979. I am way too mother fucking intent now on attempting to unlock
the mysteries that prove that all of the great Sir Von Danikan ideas
of aliens from the physical plane universe, coming to this Earth
thousands of years ago and became the gods and led to all of our
religion and concepts pertaining to it, is not an accurate depiction
of explaining the numerous unknown and unanswered queries of
humankind. This 'HALLS FAWCE'
that has been screwing with me ever since I
left the COOLEY HALL at the end of January
of 1973, and shortly thereafter, began interacting with the
two wild characters, Patty and Jim; has had two main goals for me.
One, not permitting me to ever make any money whatsoever, not a
mother fucking goddamn dime if it has its way, and two, making me as
continually miserable as is humanly possible up to the exact point
where if this force could push this any further, I would commit
suicide. It seems to know right to the mother fucking deciliter, just
how far it can go, so that I won't take that absolute final jump into
the immortal-sin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'STILL', LENNY SIR, and all
Lenny's, there is a perfect plan and goal behind this, it works in
precise repeating patterns, and it has an awesome intelligence and is
seemingly able to read the human mind, UNLESS you are able to play
the game that I came up with in 1994 called “THE
DANZA DISCOVERY”, where you learn to think
in the sound of another person to confuse this unfathomable
enemy. It is not something that people can ever do, and sooner or
later, you will forget and think of that thing that you are trying to
block by using this wild methodology, and all it takes is one slip
up, and it has you. My point however is not how to fight them since
in long run play it is like fighting a fucking casino game with a
fifty plus percent vig, and YOU WILL LOSE.
My point is rather, I do not believe, no matter how many mother
fucking fantastic television shows come on the great educational
cable channels; such as the History, Science, Discovery, Public
Broadcast, or 'WHATEVER' to quote the
great dude from Haddon Heights,
and yes, the other magical combo of H's;
that some physical world aliens would
have any reason whatsoever to cross
numerous light years distance of
space, to come here and do all of these
things, and then
to DO THESE WILD AND RIDICULOUS THINGS TO MARK
MOUNTAINPEN
MOHR.
There would be no reason for these aliens from the realm of some
UFO deal, to want to do this to me, all of these years, NO
MOTHER FUCKING WAY, JOSE GIRL, NO DAMN ASS
WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then we revert back
to
Jim Burr and
his preaching to me back in those days,
SATAN-SATAN-SATAN-SATAN-SATAN.
The BIBLE says that SATAN is a player of games, not in those precise
and exact words, but in the very essence where
this Astral
Plane
God is indeed described in
numerous passages throughout all of the HOLY
WORDS!!!!!!!!! Let me ask this: Would
anyone bet one billion bucks,
'double or nothing', that they absolutely
know for a fact that their life has been screwed with by
some invisible supernatural force (HALLS
FAWCES) the way that I would be willing to do, in a mother
fucking absolute heartbeat? When you know something is real, down
to the marrow of your bones; you could be offered the
mother fucking moon and stars and every lovely slut in the cat-house
for a decade, if you would merely be willing to alter your opinion,
and on this issue, I WOULD HAVE TO SAY
'PASS'!
This
is why I know for a total fact that my Morianity as preached 100% the
truth since these blogs started in 2006. I have nothing to fucking
gain by telling a bunch of made up lies. Still the argument then
goes, “oh yeah sure, we believe you are telling what you believe is
true, but the point is, you big ugly fat slob asshole Mountainpen;
you are simply a totally deranged and insane lunatic whackadoodle”.
This would be a less polite description, but it tells the truth, as
everyone remembers quite well, that WFMU CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY
HATEPAGE ABOUT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So since I'm unable
to convince a soul that they are wrong, despite my entire life
proving all the things that I've said now for going on fourteen
years; we arrive at my unalterable and seemingly endless dilemma. A
voice told me ever since I got out of my teens, “Kill
yourself Mark, kill
yourself Mark, as it will never ever
get better, and I am doing you a favor telling you to do this”.
That mother fucking dirtbag voice was 100%
absolutely cunt chewing ACCURATE, YO YO YO YO YO, AND I'LL
BE DAMNED TO DOGTOWN FOR NOT LISTENING TO
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not
one real live person buys one thing from me, not
one real live person reads my blogs, unless they are the
secret agents of the MILITUFORCE
who globally travel around, or the major LAMBRIGGER
ENEMIES from the
PURGATORY who have all come here to persecute and taunt me
continually. What are the odds? Tell me that Jesus
Christ, if you're out there listening to these words, on
this website of GOOGLE DOT COM, almighty SIR!!!!!!!!!! Tell me the
answers to this, Sir Mortimer Mortino of Transformation Boulevard in
the capitol city of the ASTRAL-PLANE known by only a handful of
mortal-Earthers, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Go ahead, tell me how NOT ONE
REAL LIVE PERSON READS ME OR EVER BOUGHT ONE THING I DID FOR 65
FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!! We all know the odds of this being a real
world and me being in a real life here, are a zillion to mother
fucking one!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY? Because this could never ever happen
in any real goddamn fucking world, that's Y.
And
here we fucking go again with JANE the
ATLANTA
BITCH, and her
pussy huffing endless assault on me, with strings
of ONES. That mother fucking mouse made that thing pop on my
monitor screen that says PAGE ** of **, only the mother fucking
asterisks are one-digits!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot win if the LORD JESUS
HIMSELF made a mother fucking proclamation saying, MARK
WILL WIN NOW!
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I
have always known forbidden things, and usually after either blocking
shit out mentally or just not allowing myself to fully believe shit
until it is so absolutely unmistakable that no sane mind could deny
its truth, but either way, I could cite a dozen or more fucking cunt
examples such as the one here, but I'll just do this one to make the
point. I was riding down the White Horse Pike AKA Route-30 in
southern New Jersey, back in the middle of 1983 somewhere, before the
choking condition began on the fourth of June. I will say it most
likely was around the end of April. My mom was in the car with me,
and I told her the very same thing that I later told Jim Burr in his
car about a week later on. That is that if my roulette system keeps
working on a scale this terrific, something horrible will happen to
me. I was using a system that was not mathematical but rather turned
the outcomes of outside betting into a similar line diagram picture
that stock brokers and Wall Street Analysts use, called “Technical
Charts”. I even had a pretty young girl ask me one day, while we
both were at the same roulette table, and I am sure I told this
before on a much earlier blog around the first three years of
Morianity; “you're system works like the stock market, doesn't it”?
I answered her, “Somewhat”. In any event, this is not my point.
This was the system where I could see magnetic tops and bottoms in
what I called fielded-areas, telling me many times when no more
following or alternating outcomes would happen if the field-areas
were to hold as they did a great majority of the time. I was making a
real killing, until the day I saw that sign on the road, Route 30,
and cried like a baby, and ever since that day, POOF, the system
never worked again, but STILL, that is not the point. What is the
point is that I knew that disaster was looming ahead for me, if I was
somehow able to break this wall or barrier or WHATEVER IT WAS, that
was keeping me down and oppressed all of my life, and definitely
totally unable to ever make a mother fucking dime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
was right on the money, because later on in three years, when I used
PARALLEL-EVENT on the ROULETTE, my life did go POOF, and I have never
recovered from whatever this HELL that I am in truly is; oh Mister
fucking VON DANIKAN SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD
SECTION
VV
Well
Mountainpen, you total stupid moron asshole you, wow did you
miscalculate a lot of things recently. By recently, for
me twenty or forty years
is goddamn yesterday
practically, so maybe not all of those reading
these words, now and in the future, 'hopefully', would see
that truth in the way that I do. When you have
a wider
memory
system
than other people, remembering numerous coexisting lives, as
well as many lives right here in 'like-hyperspaces', in directions of
mortally perceived time, both ahead and behind us; things such as a
few decades is a mere bag of shells, to quote the great comedian from
that wonderful TV show, The Honeymooners,
Mister
Jackie
Gleason. Yes, a mere bag
of shells. Still, over the past two, three, four decades, give or
take; I've managed to accrue some wild and far out ideas and theories
for me to mull over and cogitate on, and now, I am realize some huge
major fucking flaws to these ideas, and thanks to one very excellent
televangelist and few are left out there that are worth their weight
in anything other than dog-shit, I have, to
quote the latengrate Mizz Disco Queen, Donna summer, done some
extremely heavy reevaluations
on numerous things, that all of my Morianity
has proclaimed since these blogs all
began in January of OH-6. First, my entire audience on-line is
made up of agents in the Black File Agency of mostly coves from the
USA and a few from Britain and neighboring places, and the remaining
peeps are none other than the Earthly counterpart of the Lambrigg
Cult that humanity calls the entertainment World or Bizz. A child can
see through all of this. No need for me
to bring lovely Erica Lucci into it
right now, oh great and mighty Mike Soft
Hell-wrecker, but TANKS and BOOM! Maybe I should get out
of that somewhat inefficient habit of using that word 'child'
here, as it is the children who
come straight here from truth, and thus, have
the greatest wisdom of all of those who live and reside on the
Earth-Planet, and even the
LORD JESUS
CHRIST will attest to that
statement I have just said here on this blog, right there in anyone's
bibles! The police are the first and the major group of peeps who
will state unequivocally, publicly and privately, that 'patterns' are
the all-telling item in urgent events, and will admit, not just in
matters pertaining to criminality. I was sitting right here in a
chair downstairs in the building's Community Room, when a very fine
officer from the FORT PIERCE DEPARTMENT came and led a pre-summer
time meeting that was very short and sweet, and this very smart and
nice man was the one who told us about how we need to use patterns of
a crime as well as making it not vanish away and thus a 'paper
trail', when trying to combat the various crimes committed right here
in this public housing building. I could go on and on, and will later
on, but for right now, a whole different thing is going to be said,
and from now on, I AM SPEAKING TO THE ONLY IMPORTANT PERSON READING
THESE WORDS UP ON THIS BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, AND THAT IS MISTER
MARK WAYNE MOHR. All the other crap is gone, and the muscle and meat
and heart of the issue to all of this, will now become the one and
the only focus, and not a zillion silly underlines and colors and
photos that none of you out here could give two rotten Dave Speas
shits about, with or without time catching up with me, and yessir
Dave, it really is now, and I am ready to sing the great hit song
from 1978, you know, “Johnny come lately, he's the new kid in town,
and on and on, and then skip over to the greatest part of the entire
song, “HERE
WE
GO
AGAIN”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
preacher
whom I speak of, is a middle aged AA
gentleman, whose name I do not recall
offhand right now. He comes onto my local Fort
Pierce, Florida Comcast Cable-TV Lineup system on Channel-17,
and maybe on other channels, but so far I've caught him quite
accidentally while surfing across that number either going up or
down, and stop right there as what he was saying really caught my
ear, every bit as powerfully as some of the stuff said by the great
MC and whom I happen to totally and absolutely believe to be my own
flesh and blood, all 1997 trained DNA Soronson seagull stolen hair
brushes, notwithstanding. I'll get back to MC, but for now; we're
sticking to this marvelous preacher, as something he said recently in
the past thirty days that I now have heard twice, as many shows on
Cable-TV are rerun over and over as we all know, is of major ass
consequence. He reminded me of nothing that I
did not already know, but as a human being residing here on this
Earth-Planet, tend to willfully forget, regarding the great
Almighty Pink Goddess that the world calls, or the
Christian world anyway, Jehovah God, or just plain GOD; as if there
is anything ordinary or plain about such an unfathomable, and all
powerful all mighty being. I should never have claimed that just
because GOD ALMIGHTY has chosen to
interact with me in certain ways, allowing me to remember
certain things from the great 'spirit-world' with her,
including who SHE is, and numerous things pertaining to HER, and
causing the mighty LAMBRIGG
CULT back in the
middle nineties to come out with that wild song, for me to tell
you all my thoughts about HER. Many have drawn lots of
weird and off the wall conclusions, as I continue to think that
others around me are even close to being on my level of understanding
the very words spoken by that wonderful and awesome preacher.
Anything that I ever said in all of my Morianity and its blogs is
just one infinitesimally miniscule teensy weensy part of the
wholeness of Almighty PINK GODDESS, who
may not be Pink Goddess at all, except
for ME, and TO me. That is real, and any
Christian who calls me demonic because I have been allowed
to remember wild things between this incredible GOD, and myself, on
the ASTRAL
PLANE; is a phony
rotten judgmental Christian, who should be right now on
their knees before GOD, in heavy
repentance. The bible says, 'do not
judge, for if you do, you too will be judged right to that precise
meter'. So all I'm saying here, is that this is all my own
walk with, and personal testimony about and regarding, this
incredible, inconceivable, and absolutely unfathomable
GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as the Earth-Planet having a group
from the spirit world, here in some organized way; well the
police have absolutely taught me that patterns tell the all telling
story, and the very same patterns exist with these people who have
collectively gone to unbelievable lengths for five decades now,
to make my life a total living nightmare
bloody hell. First off, the casinos
in Atlantic City, the music
business people, and other groups we need not get specific
about right now at this exact second, are all performing this very
same thing around me, and have consistently
done this horrendous shit, not for one or two or three but about five
decades now, ever since the mother fucking first two men landed on
the goddamn moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The prophet who comes
here to this building that I have talked about has told me some major
things that he would have had no way of knowing about, and things
happened just as he proclaimed they would. To quote what I told the
pharmacist lady over at the Berlin, New Jersey
Eckert Pharmacy back on 12 July in the year of 2003, “Don't
get me started”! I have many more things to talk about
with BOTH of these very major new PROPHETS in my life, one whom I
know in person, and the other one from the TV world. BUTTERCHEESE and
but folks, for right now, like HEAVEN, this can wait. I'll only say
this much. The same pattern of the great Melanie Stinson mail order
days syndrome kicks in here to further verify that when all is said
and done, a lot of very powerful and important people have said a few
really awesome nice things about me, because not one single stranger
has ever said a word. Not one person has ordered/downloaded my
Krystal's Ball App, and the only one who
ordered my ICE REMOVAL SECRET in exchange for $3.00
USD demanded a rescission, and so I gave
it to her, and to this very day, the
financial world has the bank records. I
also know the feebs have lots of bugged
phone
conversations
too, totally proving all the things that I have said and told
for more than 13.5 years now on these damn ass blogs. Maybe I can
lead people to eternal salvation, and maybe I cannot, BUT Mister
Microsoft Spellchecker sir, I do know that there is no way this is
real, or that what I told President James Earl Carter in a parallel
world, WAS NOT THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I am dead, and yes, I AM IN
ETERNAL HELL, and who better than me to warn the rest of fucking
humanity not to ever come here???????????????????
The
great HIGHVIEW CHEERS, gee
willagars. Is this on par with 113 Caldor Store, and the great shiny
big moons? Why is my daughter so absolutely
fixated and fascinated by the events of
my life? What possible reason exists behind it, unless she
truly is the great PINK GODDESS,
lovely WOW! Hey, as far as I'm concerned, you all can own not only
the land, but the sea, the air, the television networks, and the
rotten lousy endless strings of the NUMBER-1, and you won't believe
me but I'll fucking say it anyway. Just as I wrote that last sentence
and went to move my mouse so the page would move up a little bit, the
page eleven of goddamn eleven came displaying onto my monitor screen,
a real hating alligator progression sequence, if I have to say so my
self. Allow me to say Wonderful BIG-O a few times, and then do a
compensation for that horrible ballpark lady, without insulting my
daughter's friends and their second fave city that is just past the
borders of me' own whittle state line up past Jacks-V, TEE HEE!
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Okay,
Mister King; now that I'm fucking
past the eleven-page, and no longer attempting to lead anyone to ES;
just allow me to tell you how powerful this thing really is with what
that wonderful police officer said here at my building that day
several months back.
Not
one single person ordered anything I tried to sell back in 1974 when
I ran my mail order business, and up here in the future, 45 mother
fucking years later, not one person has downloaded my APP. There is
one count up on there, and that was done
by the FIU Professor, Mister M.E., and
not to be ever confused with the great
1994 book written by me and © by me on that Halloween Day, where I
spoke of the lady who fiddled me up on the Robin Hill roof, and told
me that she was a “ME”. That stood for a Metaverse existor, or a
Multiverse Existor, 'whatever', to quote the great Congressman R.A.
Now I am glad my unconscious mind thought of the word there for me to
type in, “WHATEVER”. That way, I can also tie in the other wild
deal involved in all of this, or to keep Microsoft and its great
Spellchecker system all happy and wet, “involved in all of
thissssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only can I not get ONE
SINGLE SOLITARY PERSON TO ORDER ANYTHING I EVER DO, but
simultaneously, just about every single person that I went either to
school with or met shortly after leaving the wild COOLEY HALL of
Haddonfield, New Jersey; became a super big hot shot person. We all
know that I could easily name six names right off the bat. I don't
need to prove anything, because I already know that this is all true
and absolutely real, or to quote the mighty and vely vely vely
illustrious Mister Jim Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, from back in
the summer time of the year 1975; “Mark, this is actually literally
happening to you”!!!!!!!!!!
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Some
mother fucking RUSSIAN TRUMP-PAL BLACK HAT HACKER HAS JUST HACKED ME
BIG TIME, knocking off the ability to draw a line by typing the (~)
key several times and then striking the goddessdamn (ENTER) key
afterward. Allow me to use a different
system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Uncle Heinz sir, formerly the husband of my
mother's Cuzz Ruth Huntington, who resided first before
the toaster oven caught fire in Masapeaqua Park, LINY and later moved
into Babylon, at 175 Peninsula Drive; “Permit
me to capture the powerful hyper-natural
Mister McGuire onto the camera on Tennessee Avenue back in December
of 2006, please kind sir”. 'WOW', could he be snooty,
but that wasn't the only thing he could be, or for that matter, with
or without being allowed to have any ice cream that day, but being
absolutely permitted to be insulted, by having you say horrible
things about my poopy-pop, to my mom,
right in front of poor little seventeen year old me; as maybe he
could have shown me the real tricks behind photography, so that
Robert McGuire would have not been able to do a Barnabas Collins that
day and remain totally invisible in front of both me and my pal
Mister Edward Himacane Lynch!!!!!!!!
So now the hackers have released me' ol' line making commands.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
So
now it is time to record things just for myself, and so that things
cannot be made to vanish, also post them up on-line. The only peeps
reading them are enemies in the LAMBRIGGER
CULT and secret agents around the globe aniwho. So I'll
use this the same mother fucking way that I used the U.S. Copyright
Office, as a TIME CAPSULE so the
MILITUFORCE cannot make it go
away, and at least I'll always have my own mother fucking record of
all this horrible endless shit that's been perpetrated against me for
half a century. One small spoonful of dogshit for me, and one larger
tablespoonful of it for the rest of the gang! Yes Mister Mirrors
Sidney Cohen Crown sir, “I'm so very sorry Sid for all the bad and
wrong I did. I wish to make it up to you, I hope there's something I
can do”. The three things that I wrote in 1969 beside the rules to
a board game called 'Water-Water-Everywhere', would be that silly
little asshole poem for my mom's boyfriend Sid, and then those two
musical works, “That's the Way it Goes” in early June and then
“Burn With Fire” in late July. One small step has turned into one
giant leap into HELL, huh Mister Carter??????????? And the real
kicker Mister President is that obviously only HALLS
FAWCES truly know the reason
why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
absolutely plan to join the largest UFO CLUB in America, and tell my
story after being a member long enough in their club to where they
just might allow me a small audience for me to stand on my whittle
fucking soap box and tell the whole damn thing to the whole damn
fucking world, Misses Cooley Marola of TWO
THOUSAND! Hey sue me world, so I was wrong and that great
movie came out a year before I thought it had. I still have enough
power in all this story to knock the shoes off of KING PAULA KOPNG
from here to the damn ass ES-BLDG and back, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Out---071719---10:44:42
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was in the eighty range also, high, hot, sticky, and
yikkie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since the last week or maybe two weeks of last year, 2018, I have had
a very strange skin problem. For the most part it is on my
forearms in the back. It is similar to poison ass oak or ivy, only it
is not. It is not the Shingles virus either, according to my Primary
Care Physician,
Doctor JAR. He has given me some
prescription cream that I will be
applying to the situation, starting some time today. I always avoid
doing anything that has any potential problem or unknown factors,
when other important things are synchronized along with any existing
potential problems. Today is my Public Housing
Inspection here at the great and illustrious roach hotel of
northeastern Fort Pierce, AKA the Park
Terrace Building. In case the cream has some adverse
allergic effects on me, I do not want it to screw up my ability to go
through my inspection and re-certification, which is an annual
occurrence here.
This
won't be a long blog. I just want to open up a tiny foundation that
will bring my soon to follow blogs into a readiness for my wonderful
Blogaudians. It is the concept of the ESS which is not new by any
means, but it will be further explored just a bit now, pertaining its
connections, or possible connections that is, to my
transdimensional daughter Patty-Paula Junior (PEE).
If Morianity is correct in its theories and concepts, then it has
been PEE all along who is going into all of the persons who these
blogs have discussed various interactions with, both on waking as
well as non-waking levels. As you know, the
Mountainpen is not a big respecter of whether or not it happens while
awake or while asleep, due to my total belief in the virtually
limitless parallel universes being accessed by humans having dreams,
just as in similar manner, they experience waking life while
connected to the sensory systems of waking conscious worldly life,
and those being hearing, seeing,
tasting, smelling,
and the largest of them all, FEELING.
Think
about it like this, great folks. Does it make a whole lot of sense,
or just maybe a lot more sense, than seeing the crap in my 64.2 years
of life here in present MWM persona, in ways that are now acceptable
by the sociological norms, verses my rationalizations and
explanations? To this day, the psychiatric industry insists that
brain is nothing more than something that exists here inside of this
three dimensional world of physicality. Fine, I am not going to argue
with the goddamn experts. But here is a punch in the groin that they
don't like thrown at them to challenge their rigid insistence to
their staunch belief systems. Why can't the computer industry create
intelligence then, if real intelligence comes from THIS WORLD HERE,
and not truly from an external source beyond our three
dimensionality? They themselves say it folks, I didn't make up the
words. “Artificial intelligence”. Translation, not real
intelligence because THIS CANNOT BE CREATED here in
3-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just be a tiny wee bit open minded here peeps,
and read this a few times, and let it sink in, and even dare to
share. Any legitimate challenge or comment is accepted and welcomed
by the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, the ESS is real,
and it is all a part of why we all need to sleep AND DREAM every
cycle of planetary revolution. Disrupt this, and it causes major
health problems, both physical as well as mental/psychological. Ask
any health care pro if I am making that up, go ahead. I triple dog
dare anyone from the land of leg-lamp Christmas heavens, and
ho-ho-ho, as Santa's foot kicks the kid down the
pole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
just makes total sense, and since 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The
problems I face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking ass
decades back into time, “MY FAMILY”,
and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but
then, he never had to sing any dam apology songs, YO! Give me a break
Merry Greendress Loveboats!!!! WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking Spell-Check
Program was disabled
by the Milituforce Hackers
Club again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I
have been taught by the school of AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the
AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is that when a bad day is happening,
COUNT THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK
HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND BLACK HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!! Oh yes folks out here, YO; I can always know that the
MHC will strike on bad nasty ass fucking BOTBAR times,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MESSAGE
FOR SHERIFF KEN MASCARA:
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ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
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Jim
Burr was a man I met at a place called the Professional Careers
Institute, in the early summer of 1973. I was taking a Computer
Programming class there, as was he, studying on the state of the art
system back then, the great marvelous International Business
Machines system 360 (IBM).
When
we met, he and I had one desire, and that was to become
multi-millionaires. Back then, that would be like single digit
billionaires in equivalent purchasing power to today, in actual net
worth.
After
only a few months, something happened to ther man. He changed, and
big time. Suddenly he could not care in the least about money making,
or anything other than some kind of super natural bullshit that
entered into his life. He shortly after that, found GOD, as the old
expression goes. In fact and truth, no one ever can find God, as God
is not lost to begin with. God finds us, but a promise you that a lot
more than this simple three word sentence is all part of a very
mystical and powerful equation.
Jim
Burr and I meeting at this PCI school, at the 1-Cherry Hill Building,
at the Mall; in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at Suite #201, was no
accident in the cosmos. Nothing is ever just an accident in the
cosmos. Atheists don't agree, and I must admit, I envy the fucking
hell out of the atheists. I HAVE SEEN SHIT that never ever can be
told on any blog and I promise you, it wipes out one religion, and
the name of that religion is Atheists.
If
anyone out here thinks that all of this began
in 1973 with Jim Burr; then you would be about as far off
base, and onto god dam left field; as the ball park can possibly be
stretched. Jim Burr however does indeed, play a
gargantuan mother fuckiGN part and role, in my life, every bit
as large as Atlantic
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other fucking shit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other fucking shit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?
Yessir
Sheriff, me horrible mother fucking nabes from hell woke me up this
Easter
'Scumday' Sunday
MOUUUUUUUURNING,
slamming and banging their doors,
over and over and over and over. I know that this is a part of my
dirtbag TRIAD NABES FROM HELL, this time, the ones NEXT FUCKING DOOR
TO ME, making all of this cock sucking racket!!!! I knew last night
when I suddenly had a major ROACH
FUCKING
INVASION
out of nowhere, MY
NABES FROM TRIAD HELL were about to go mother
fucking TOTAL-NUCLEAR ON ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!! Things NEVER FAIL to act in tandem dual connections
with me, at least ever since this shit all started to fucking occur
around me in middle August of 1986, Sheriff,
kind sir!!!!!!!!
Happy
Turkey Day, YO!!!!!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
AND
HAPPY FUCKING HELLIDAY EASTER SUNDAY, TO ALL NON-HUNTINGTON CURSED
PEOPLE, E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E!!!!!!!!!
BOY
AM I GETTING REAL MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF YOU, JANE
SHITDIRTWEEDS!!!!!!!
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Folks,
I've talked about Jim Burr,
and meeting him at the computer school, as well as Dave
Roth, and our meeting as two security guards, at a
department store that was being constructed in Woodbury
Heights, New Jersey, called, Caldor. But let me
tell you that no matter how I tell this thing, Mister Microsoft
ThiSTLEWEEds Smart-Programs; there is no way
for anyone to get it, as you would
have had to be there. Lightning told
me a fantastic thing in the dam nineties, and now of course, I
realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I had a
thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight, or
however Misses 1969 Marola wants to pronounce things back at
Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate at Kings Highway, just past
the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the grounds of this incredible and
awesome place of inconceivable intrigue and mystery,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would one of my co-students from there, say
this, if he was he with me now, just as he said it back then in 1972
in Dan Mackey's great class-room, “Vely vely intelesting”? You
bet he fuckiGN would; oh great and marvelous, terrific and powerful
FCC (Federal
Communications Commission);
and can all of this be some wild COSMIC
ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay, and
lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a half
block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and
only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S
GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran Grocery
Store of Southwestern No Joysey;
huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in this third
millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also my friend
and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister
ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO.
What nobody gets besides all of these things spoken in prior blogs
and prior years, is the incredible unfathomable inconceivable
unlimited stealthy powers exist in what can be termed and labeled as
'MIND CONTROLLED' populations. Scriptually, it is taught that
almighty GOD (Jehovah) DOES NOT DO THIS, and totally believes in free
will, while on the other hand, His greatest fallen angel (android)
Apollo-Lucifer, not from the 12th planet, feels absolutely
concentrically about that. He loves to control and take over our
minds. Well, put in mother fucking modern day words or just merely
kept as old world scriptures, AND TO PERFECTLY QUOTE THE MIGHTY
DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. In other words, thats
life, or as the great French would
say to the ex-Mayor of Atlantic City, New Jersey, “SAY
LEVY”!!!!!
Oh
yes peeps, I FUCKING KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND
ON LAST NIGHT ON BLOG #C, talking about MIND
CONTROL,
and guess what, it was quick and fast enemy retaliation. Yessir
Sheriff KJM, very quick, very powerful, and quite fucking horrendous
too!!!!!!!!!
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THE GREAT AND POWERFUL
WEATHER BUG (TWB), IS BEING
SHARED NOW, ON THE BOM (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN). WOW!!!!!
EVEN THOUGH THE
WEATHER BUG (TWB) HATES ME AND
KILLED MY LINKS, REMEMBER, EVEN
BLOGGER HAS KILLED MY PHOTO LINKS, DESPITE MY PAYING LEGAL MONEY TO
PHOTOBUCKET FOR THE RIGHT TOPOST IT UP.
LIFE IS REAL FAIR AND WONDERFUL, HUH ME WONDERFUL AND AWESOME
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA??????????????????? Like
goddessdamn WOW on steroids, huh??????
WeatherBug
Featured Story says, “THE END”!!!!! Even more importantly,
Mountainpen also concurs and says, END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am under a major assault, Sheriff Mascara, with a lot of
doors going off at 5:25 this morning, and also, SOME
MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF HAS
COVERTLY PLACED A BRAND NEW ENTIRE COLONY OF FILTHY DISEASED COCK
ROACHES ALL OVER MY
GODDAMN PUSSY HUFFING APARTMENT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIND
CONTROL is so much behind
everything, how can I ever really know just who is truly behind
this? The sad part is that I CANNOT EVER TRULY KNOW THINGS LIKE
THIS, HOW COULD I POSSIBLY KNOW THE MOTHER
FUCKING UNKNOWABLE FOR CRISSAKE????????????? Mind
Control or Roddenberry-Telosianism
has a lot of powerful, and vely McDowell intelesting stuff connected
into it; going far beyond the DEF-CON
NUMERATIVE 343434 or basic Redfield
Technology.
Mind
Control is the most powerful weapon in the arsenal of the
mighty and extremely fucking DEMONIC
MILITUFORCE. The
entertainment and media industry knows all about these things, AND
USES THIS SHIT QUITE EFFICIENTLY, may I also add in here. A
lot of the Milituforce assaults that began around me, came as
a result of a song in 1986, that I wrote, and sent down to the
mighty United
States
Copyright Office,
with lyrics talking all about these matters, the name of the
song being “Ripoff
Town”!!!!!!!!! All
of many these years since 1986, during this totally fucking demonic
death siege by this evil Milituforce, I thought it was the title
song of this musical project called “REAL
GOOD GIRL”, but just maybe it was because of the other
tune on that fucking cunt eating cassette tape, yo, Sheriff
sir!!!!!!!!!!! Who can ever really know anything for sure, kind sir?
Knowledge
can be learned in MANY PLACES!
There are so many
things that have been repeated on my blogs for thirteen plus years,
for rote's sake. Their still are plenty of things yet unsaid, IPYT!
Back
in 1984,
as I have stated on several prior writings; I was in a powerful
dream and lightning came to me telling me that HER special number is
27.
This happened again just last night in some parallel world Atlantic
city, and yes, I was at the Golden Nugget Hotel Casino there in
present times, so that
particular world still has this casino in Atlantic
City.
MIND
CONTROL is the entire thing.
All serious biblical scholars know that the bible insists that GOD
ALMIGHTY does not mess with free will. Now if the Milituforce
DOES and even the ALMIGHTY DOES NOT, what does this tell humanity
about all of this horrible monster ass fucking dogshit, at light
speed cubed and CUBAN????????????? Boy oh boy does life a suck a
huge prick! Why
indeed have so many John
Crowley's
and Mark
Marieni's,
and Mike
Devlin's,
and Lenny
McKinnon's,
and the list is quite exhaustive, nauseating, and revolting, so
there's no mother ******* need for me to keep typing on here; but
WHY are so many people ripping me off, and stealing from me
since I have been knee ******* **** high to a small **** chewing
puppy dog, YO? No Halloween outing for me either!!!
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where
did it all really begin?
THESE MEN MANAGED TO ERASE THEIR
PHOTO'S; HOLE DRILLER STABLER!!!!!!!!!!
BUT THESE TYPES WON'T BE ERASED FROM MY MEMORY IN 40,000
FUCKING MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
lbs.
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29
March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN
H SPROWL
Why
have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the
past four plus decades?
There is a reason, and not all of it is nee-nee-nee-nee weird and
super mother fuckiGN natural; and I promise you that!!!!!!!!!!!
Where
are you SHERIFF KJM???
Well,
maybe through the back door, you have sent me that wonderful
FPPD-COP. THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
there have been a few brave souls who have wondered aloud, and let
me know it through numerous channels and back doors, that if indeed
MIND
CONTROL is so much behind
everything, how can I ever really know just who is truly behind
this?
Patty
Hollister was necessary to the great video-game of the
GASME-GODS, as has been recently told
after my recent revelations concerning those facts were finally
slammed into my goddamn conscious awareness!!!!!!!!! Still, have all
of the facts been told? Well, if the Milituforce keeps planting
roach colonies in my apartment, this world can get fucking ready to
hear some REALLY MAJOR SHIT THAT I HAVE NOT
EVER TOLD, my wonderful Sheriff Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am one fucking angry person. Still, my
beautiful lovely golden moon was there to greet me earlier in the
evening, and for that much, I am very grateful to the gods of
the Astral-Plane, AKA, the Purgatory. Like WOW
and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am not trying to get all esoteric or philosophical, or pretend that
I know all of the answers. I AM NOT
Patty
Hollister,
and this is not the late sixties,
or early seventies.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
folks, Jesus Christ all mighty YO; let's play Bob
Schleigh's game, at
the Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG security
gatehouse.
LET'S INDEED “BE
REAL”,
folks!! No ordinary mother fucking dream can be more
real than ten times all of your other dreams put together,
and no ordinary dream can alter
your mother fucking waking life from the second that you wake up out
of it. Yes
Spellchecker, it is totally outlandish!!!!!!!
But it's way more than that. It
definitely fits the Agent
Falcon/Agent
Condor
profile for why
things may have all gone down like this. Anyone who follows ufology
at all, knows that huge walls and blocks are real; and that there
is indeed a powerful cover-up of 'SOMETHING'.
Just what, my jury is totally out; but definitely
fucking 'SOMETHING',
YO! For right goddamn now, that is all that I have to say, but
know this my Blogaudians.
We'll be further exploring down
this road, and
without any help from my ex-son in law Nicky, and his
magical hyperspace road-trips through time and
hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, my ELECTRONIC
stuff did appear to be able to create “monster-ass recordings”!!!!
People
can insist all they want to, and I know that they are wrong.
They tell me that I am a paranoid lunatic, with a zillion damn
delusions. Well, as Mashell
Daniels said in 1980, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Laboratories
of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG;
“I am entitled to my
opinion”,
and of course, so is everybody else. But in absolute truth, we all
are under the same, whatever you may wish to call it, deal; and
that is, none of us are
entitled to our FACTS.
I feel that I have presented lots and lots and lots of very great
arguments, and even many facts, that are just
about 99+% beyond anyone's power or ability to dispute.
To me at least, the items in my Morianity are absolutely
irrefutable.
Here's
another whittle morsel tidbit of horse shit that is very much a head
scratcher, unless
what lays underneath your hair is as dead as your carpets.
During that wild Christmas party at that medical research institute
place where I did janitorial work for the contractor, Mister
Berny Derakowski;
and was told by two doctors who had a bit too much to drink, all
about using
very young
blood
to transfuse
older
bodies,
and thus rejuvenating them to youth again, after a couple of years;
just what if after they sobered up; they came to realize that they
released some highly classified medical information to
the lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor?
Only readers of my great 1994 book know what's getting mother
fucking said there. Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just
what if they got together, just like towards the ending of that
fantastic Sharon
Stone movie, “CASINO”,
and had “THAT
SAME
TALK”,
or maybe
the mob is connected into the medical industry;
hey after-all, everybody knows about the music
freaking industry,
for Jesus
Christ's sake, heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes peeps, you heard me right. Just
what if they had that talk, that in the movie, ended with that nasty
scene in the Vegas desert,
only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits;
they
simply arranged for me to pick up some horrendous medical virus?
First off, if this is all real, then this is why, “MISSES
MOHR,
HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS
MY PROBLEM”,
and also, this is why nobody has ever, ever, in the entire medical
industry; attempted to properly treat me, or help me; and they
basicly are sitting around and just hoping and waiting for me to
mother fucking die
in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and
very wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the
TRILOGY
FROM HELL,
TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI;
as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!
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POST
SCRIPT:
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG,
WOW SHERIFF, THESE
ILLEGALS AROUND HERE
ARE MAKING ME FUCKING NUTS AS ALL GODDAMN ASS SHIT, CUBED, YO YO YO
YO!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MISTER MCNULTY SIR!!!
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