ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-NN
5:23
ANTE' MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
3
JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
After
the WORST DAY IN TEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS BACK ON MONDAY, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR; Tuesday was a
major back off, and probably thanks to your watching over
me again, a little bit better, yo yo yo yo, TANKS-----B-O-O-M,
and Alligator Haters
Anonymous,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!
I
have another great wonderful person to thank for helping me get
through this horrendous DOGTOWN
ON EARTH
period in my miserable pathetic diseased twisted and miserable sub
vampiric existence called my physical life, and that is my awesome
GODDESS
DIANA, the great LIGHTNING
GODDESS
OF THE EARTH-PLANET.
So yes mahm, thank you Diana for coming over to visit with me
yesterday afternoon. IWALU
my gorgeous wonderful baby blond, and you know that!!!! Too bad you
couldn't come right into my bed with me and free my spirit from this
horrific HELL ON EARTH so we can be together forever and ever.
990-990-990-990-990-990-990,
and thank you while I am on the subject, for protecting me in a
parallel universe from WH, and her monster beach friends, when they
all stole from me that day on that weird beach, and you suddenly came
over to me out of absolutely nowhere, to protect me from these
vicious robber-thugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes mahm lovely
awesome girl, 990-990-990-990-990-990,
and I
DON'T GIVE A DAMN ASS HOOT-POLLUTE
HOW MUCH THE MISERABLE FUCKING ROTTEN MILITUFORCE
HATES US BEING AN ITEM HERE ON THIS MORTAL
PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, me' BRO.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
blog will discuss the FAWCES
that humanity calls “LUCK”,
the study of it, or rather the LACK OF STUDY BY ANY SERIOUS
SCIENTIFFIIC RESEARCHERS, and its
MIND BENDING MOTHER FUCKING EFFECTS
on the entire
human race,
from womb to cunt lapping tomb! IMHO this is perhaps the most ignored
and under-valued item anywhere, and is talked about only in joke and
jest, and those who seem to believe in its real and true powers over
all of us, are called to this very day in this so-called enlightened
technological age, “superstitious” folks from the dark aged past,
roaming the Earth with the now extinct dinosaurs. Shall we mother
fucking turd swallowing begin, and in connection to all of this, a
lot of damn ass other bullshit is all tied into much of this, and so
you may have to bare with me as I tell some brand new shit for the
very first time, me' wonderful BLOGAUDIAN FOLKS OUT HERE, as well as
ENEMY M2F AGENTS all over this Earth-Planet (EP)!
So allow me to get a few things out of the way first and then I
absolutely promise to dig right in and tell the entire story, yes,
and as briefly and condensed as is humanly possible so nobody is
forced to read all day long in order to get the message in full
clarification, yo BRAHHH!
I
was rudely awakened by those asshole door slammers next to me in unit
#605, at around half past eight, but after getting up for the damn
ass day, the slamming stopped (PTL)
Praise
The
Lord!!!
I speak of Tuesday morning, as it is now early on a Wednesday
morning. I only got one unwanted telephone call yesterday as well,
Sheriff sir. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
BIG
ASS
BUTTERCHEESE
BUTT;
I GOT BRAND NEW COLONIES OF MONSTER ASS GIANT COCKROACHES AS A RESULT
OF THE ENEMY ILLEGAL NABE-GUESTS, THAT FAT SLOB WHO LOVES TO SHUT THE
DOOR OVER AND OVER, WITH THE STRENGTH OF SAMSON AND HERCULES
COMBINED, leaving me to wonder how the door remains in one piece,
PTL, Mister dirt bag phony Christian 'hurricane-talker', P.R. “All
night long with CBN”, Ernie Merker? Wanna' fucking gimme' a cock
sucking bweak here, lovely 1985 Margie Leo, yo????
Lieutenant
Anita VanBuren says it beyond perfectly on that marvelous L&O
television show, and I'll fucking quote this lovely doll,
“PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”?
Now
as we approach the great mighty awesome marvelous terrific and quite
marvelous
four year anniversary
of what I call Walmart-Lightning
day
and the great day of the July
7, 2015 'ANSWERED-PRAYER'
from my dodge-Neon Automobile; allow me to discus the great Kevin
Costner 'other WH bodyguard non beach robbery MAGICAL CORNFIELD
VOICE, yessir folks, the very same one that spoke to me inside of my
brain as clear as day and said to me while I was still residing at
Apartment
#1802
Robin Hill, in Voorhees, New Jersey,
back in the autumn
time, in the year of 1982,
“Just
you wait until the fourth day of next June, just you wait, Mark”.
Then
it LAUGHED,
and I am dead ass fucking serious folks, IT
LAUGHED RIGHT INSIDE MY UNSLAMMED-DOORS-BRAIN, AND WITHOUT ANY SOUNDS
OF SILENCE OR ANY GREAT NEW AGE ELECTRIC AUTOMOBILES,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Dig that great ESS-EDUCATOR MAGICAL
HYPERSPACE MARCUCCI, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!
Yes
folks, THIS VERY SAME MAGICAL CORNFIELD COSTNER VOICE
that
spoke to me,
and told me of my upcoming health-doom on the following June the
fourth in 1983,
spoke to me on the two mother fucking cunt chewing days in June
of 2019,
THIS
VERY
ASSHOLE
YEAR,
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It told me that on Micky@Mars
day and better known in MORIANITY as JULY
1,
the day of the non-Jimmy
Stone firing
at Griffin
Pipe
God
Steve Psyche Myrathus Murray,
Sonny
King
Visitation
Location,
abbreviated for any potential future blogging reference, into SKVL,
but yes folks and great BLOGAUDIANS out here around this
Earth-Planet, BRO; it said to me back on the final two days of last
month, June 2019, that my automobile will be damaged by the
MILITUFORCE
on the Mickey@Mars DAY, and folks, I
swear to everything mother fucking holy and unholy in this entire
goddessdamn metaverse/multiverse system beneath the sixth dimensional
MIND-REALM or as the mighty ECKANKAR
RELIGION
calls it, the MENTAL
PLANE,
that I speak the words here of only truth, and I will gladly swear
this before GODDESS
SSJKK
as well as this mighty and once great long before DJT land of ours,
the now DPA/once the great USA, and yes, as the VOICE
FUCKING TOLD ME IT WOULD HAPPEN,
it mother fucking indeed DID
HAPPEN,
or as our wonderful BIBLES would put it much more eloquently I am
quite sure, “This
was done to me to fulfill the prophecy”
given to me. Yes great Doris Day Samsung, the
future is not some mystical entity out there somewhere,
BUTTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT folks,
“IT
IS
CREATED”,
and all you have to do to see that truth, is open up your mother
fucking wonderful
BIBLES,
and read
all of this for yourselves,
because it is all in there, IPYT
(I
PROMISE
YOU
THAT)!
So
before tackling the
luck crap topic
on this whittle fucking pathetic bwog,
Mister Elmer Fwudd sir;
allow and permit me pweeeeeeze Unk-Snoots, from 'Babyblond', New
York, LI, to
get into some power house shit,
that is all completely
connected up in and throughout this entire mother fucking ugly
monstrous inconceivable messy un-flushed toilet from mega
steroidal Dogtown,
cubed, Cuban, and then re-squared; Bear-Hugged
Obama,
from that awesome day here in goodol' Fort Pierce, Florida,
DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW do I miss you, wonderful ex-President Barack Obama, oh great
marvelous sir!!!!!!!!!
Just
what if an intelligence
that exists
every bit as much fifth
dimensionally
as the electron
does,
is indeed monitoring
the carbon life forms called 'humanity residing on the Earth-Planet',
and then rates us on a scale just as capitalists
on WALL
STREET
rate all of us on a Capitalism scale called PNW
(Personal Net Worth), ONLY THIS SCALE has absolutely
mother fucking nothing
whatsoever
to do with MONEY,
but rather, a person's HEV (Hyperspace
Equation
Value);
so allow and permit me to further illustrate and explain this
somewhat better here, Uncle
Snooty Heinz Gottwald Philly-57 Hickey-Sticks,
of both
great and rotten vocalists that
seemingly has started this horrendous
mother fucking mess
back in the summer time in that
nightmare
year
of monster-ass 1986,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! What if it works like Clarence the Angel on
that wonderful movie of Frank Capra's, called “It's
A Wonderful Life”,
you know, where the angel allows Jimmy
Stuart the actor who portrays the part of a struggling man in an
average American town,
who through absolutely no fault of his own, suddenly
finds
himself in a very
major
financial
scrape,
and his arch enemy Potter Barrymore makes his famous L&O-SVU
non-'Emma
Comment'
that was used on me by my ex-pal Mister Jim T. Burr of Gloucester
City, “You're
a frustrated young man, and you'll someday be a frustrated old man”,
speak of not only the mother fucking devil here, and in the details
too as is aid, BUTTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT,
having nothing to do with 1983 and what I will do when my mother
croaks; but STILL,
Lenny Briscoe sir;
and back on total pernt Mister Archie Bunker of Queens, New York, yo,
yo, Mary Stuart 22nd
granny, HA HA, and lovely Alligator Haters Anonymous too, the angel
Clarence who was sent to the Earth-Planet by one
of Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle's
subordinate Arch Angels,
in order to help poor Jimmy Stuart avoid the immortal sin, and
extremely negative pathway, of committing murder on himself,
(suicide) if you will. So he was sent to a very localized parallel
universe in the virtually unlimited fifth dimensional hyperspace, and
into a world where various things that happened somewhat differently,
all led up to his birth never taking place, and so without his being
born into this particular dimension, many things would be different
from what he was used to seeing around him, such
as the town being named Pottersville instead of Bedford Falls,
and
numerous other items also.
Now I know for a fact that this is the reality that lays behind the
great invisible OZ-CURTAIN,
and somehow a few people do seem to have tiny whittle pieces of these
truths revealed to them, in fact, mostly peeps in the mighty
ENTERTAINMENT
INDUSTRY,
such as the maker of that great fantastic movie. This is also why I
totally believe that many peeps in this bizz, are indeed, perhaps not
in any organized human plane way, or maybe it is to some degree, but
a definite part of the Exploratronic
Supermind
Society.
Otherwise how could peeps like Mister
Gene Roddenberry know
about my
children
scattered all over the place,
and how they as well as Diana, can
choke you when they feel the need to discipline you,
and so forth, and countless other things that these peeps just could
not possibly know about unless they are in some way, consciously or
unconsciously, but a
part of this incredible mighty ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the Roddenberry example, I speak of the great
original STAR TREK nineteen-sixties episode,
where one of their shuttle crafts lands on an asteroid somewhere, and
meets the inventor of the warp drive, mister Zephran Cochran. With
him, is one of my children, or maybe another coil, who can know, but
my pernt sir Archie Queens Bunker is THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Mizz lovely
gorgeous 1983 AMC-ERICA KANE! How
the holy hell smell did HE KNOW ABOUT THIS COIL,
and especially, THE
CHOKING,
and way back in the late sixties, long before 1983 when I was choked
by DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!! The great US © Office knows just how much that
got my attentyion, after 1983 and after my choking condition al went
down, and they know it for the very great reason that I copyrighted a
song that told about this the following year, and mentioned the name
of that great late sir, Mister Gene Roddenberry!
My
pernt is not
about Mister Roddenberry however, or Diana, or choking, or being
disciplined.
IT IS ABOUT HYPERSPACE-EQUATION, and the very distinct possibility
that just maybe these fifth dimensional entities somewhere that do
cross over into our human plane of existence from time to time based
on mortal time illusion and our perceptions through a physical
brain-mind system, and that these entities indeed are rating all of
us on a completely different scale system, one that measures how much
effect our lives in single dimensional physical material universes,
effect other localized parallels. This ultimate scale could very
easily hope to explain something that has plagued and bothered me for
four to five fucking cunt decades now, and that is, just why am I so
important, and just why am I being so violently fucking targeted for
some reason, and what is this really and truly all about. Who
else could pull off this endless magical hellishness against me,
unless they exist
on some mind bending
mother fucking fifth
dimensional level,
as does the very ELECTRON
HERSELF,
yo yo yo yo yo yo?????? I feel so fucking sorry for this world of
ignorant blind pathetic fools, happy
and blissful and non Huntington-Cursed
as they indeed may be! They all totally think of the Mountainpen as
some sick insane delusional and quintessential whack-job, from
ultimate
grand' CRAZY-TOWN,
and never believing or entertaining even
the mother fucking remotest possibility
that I
may be absolutely correct in all the theories and ideas presented on
these BLOGS called MORIANITY,
for nearly a decade and a half, since
January of 2006.
Just write me off as the next crazy headed for endless commitment in
the local psych-ward. Yessir Sheriff, I know differently, and for
that matter kind sir, SO DOES THE MIGHTY EVIL MOTHER FUCKING
MILITUFORCE
(M2F)!!!!!!!! Before moving this still further along, the FAWCES
somehow got me a few pages fucking back, to move my left hand nearby
the monitor screen where my little sticky page blocks the page number
while blogging so that I do not fucking have to look at Mizz
Sleazeweedsdisease Jane
notfondaU Onebit,
and so I GOT TOTALLY FUCKING CUNT SCREWED, AND NOW FOLKS, allow and
permit me to quickly print my compensation rows of the great number
4, yo yo yo yo yo!!!
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So
back again to me' ol' fucking pernt, and the
fawces and luck,
and all of this, including BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT,
not
limited to this list
by any fucking diseased cunt lapping stretch of anyone's
imagination,
not even the wonderful marvelous Count
Von Marcucci's!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
and Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey
to boot, yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
peeps out here, without
trying to brag in any way yo,
I totally absolutely know without a doubt, that if
this is all correct,
and indeed
we are being rated in this hyperspace value system,
totally explaining
why 'they'
the
M2F, are all so goddessdamn fascinated by me and my nightmare life,
right down to and including August
15, 1986,
and the hyperspace
deal that sent
me into
this
NIGHTMARE
BURNING
HELL
TO START WITH,
MISTER GREAT WONDERFUL JAMES EARL CARTER AND “I KNOWWWWWWWW”, my
rating on their scale would place me in a similar to a capitalism
rating in money, to a hyperspace-value
double digit billionaire!!!!
This
indeed may explain many wild fucking truths, that I have been
searching and seeking after, for about a quarter of a cunt lapping
century now; while pitiful me is simultaneously BURNING
IN
THE
FIRES
OF
EARTHLY-DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the mighty timeless PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully believe
that I would be on a TOP-20-LIST on this
fantastic
unfathomable
VALUE-SYSTEM,
me' kind folks, me' unkind folks, and me' BLOGAUDIANS
in general,
me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and WOW!
Yessir
Sheriff
Mascara,
this may just be the great MARCUCCI
WISDOM WORDS
that I've been seeking and searching for all these goddessdamn
decades, yo. Imagine THAT, yo and WO! Still, LB sir, we are far from
done and completed here, me' peeps, IPYT, BRO!!! I totally fully
promise you all that one right here, and right now; oh lovely Anita
VanBuren mahm, from 'L&O'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this system of
value measurement is used by these GASME
GAME PLAYING ASTRAL-PLANE GODS,
as I now believe is true after much soul searching, heavy meditation,
and wisdom seeking; and I am one of the top twenty ranked peeps here
in this one particular universe parallel, this would utterly and
totally fascinate a bunch of fucking entities that are doing all
possible things to DISTRACT
THEM FROM THE EVER PRESENT HELLISHNESS OF BEING AWARE OF HORRENDOUS
ENDLESSNESS.
I know that mortals reading words like this refuse to believe me, and
see things only in reverse, and think to themselves, you're a fucking
nut Mister Asshole Mountainpen, and we are happy and want to exist
endlessly, and this is only because you have no awareness to
endlessness while you're here in present life-form living your mortal
existence. I on the other hand, AM. I
AM HERE,
and I ain't no disco song that I wrote in 1988 called “Prophet Of
Nothing” that had an entire McDonald's dancing one afternoon when I
pulled up playing this in my car at a drive-through. I am also not
someone who is just here with no memories of my biological jack-in to
this game, ensign Wesley Star Trek Crusher, sir! I know what
ENDLESSNESS is, and we find ourselves now right back into my old
ESS-argument regarding the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BIZZ, as there is
another fantastic television show, the OLD
'TWILIGHT ZONE',
where a 'spirit
guide' named 'PIP'
escorts a city thug who got shot by the cops during a heist, and ends
up in 'that
other place'
not SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL
(HEAVEN). When you watch it five times or so, maybe, just mother
fucking maybe in lieu of knowing about this Morianity, and these
blogs also; you will eventually come to realize some small part of my
powerful truths concerning these incredible things. You see, in the
GREAT CITY of SDK, SSJKK removes the AWARENESS OF ENDLESSNESS,
leaving us all in unimaginable and inconceivable and unfathomable
BLISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This wonderful GODDESS somehow in ways SHE
refuses to reveal to me, takes this from us and somehow brings this
into HER OWN SELF, allowing us to be unburdened with its awareness,
as if it was the great SERVO-PRO or something, you know, like it
never even happened, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask me how SHE does
this, and don';t ask me how she can pick up an OCEAN LINER and fly it
over the mighty KRASSLE-RIVER in her great awesome city, but I have
been on this vessel while SHE has done this, and SHE knows that I
fully remember that mind bending life altering memory here in this
human world plane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you all
that we will get back into all of this and in much greater detail,
unless of course the powerful evil
dirt bag MILITUFORCE
backs off of me and leaves me alone, but alas, that 2020 census is
coming, and then wonderful Oprah,
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!
I
told how when I worked as a custodian (janitor), under Mister Bernard
Derakowski, in 1982, at the great Ferry Avenue in Camden, New Jersey,
DPAESMWG, Institute
For Medical Research that later became the great Corriell Institute,
and whether it is still under that name or is another name today,
isn't information that is privy to me right now, but when I was doing
this job, I told you all about how I heard two
inebriated doctors one afternoon talking at a Christmas Party there.
They told how transfusing
whole blood of very young people that are still in their growth
state, and
NOT
BLOOD PLASMA,
BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT
big ass or not big ass,
but whole
blood, will indeed reverse the cellular-biological clock in human
beings.
Now people in a modern day laboratory up in these times, nearly
four decades later, called Ambrosia Labs, did some experimenting,
and this made the ABC
World News
about a half year back give or take and the report said that blood
plasma of younger people DOES
NOT
MAKE
PEOPLE YOUNGER,
NOR
REVERSE THE MIGHTYEFFECTS
OF THE ALZHEIMER
DISEASE. Well,
this was done by a research laboratory by the name of Ambrosia
Labs.
First off, I
said WHOLE BLOOD, not blood plasma.
I also said these transfusions had to be done at a precise regular
interval, and be from
donors who are still growing,
so their growth
cells
can
communicate
with all of the cells in the bodies that are being transfused into.
I also am still picking myself off of the floor from major
raucous laughter.
Old
age
takes decades
to reach,
and this study was what; days,
weeks,
maybe months,
maybe even a
year or two
or so,
maybe???????
Hey assholes; problems
that take decades such as aging,
also take
decades
to reverse.
It may indeed take the average transfusion patient just as long to
reverse their biological cellular structure, as it took to reach
their present biological age, so if someone
who is seventy
wishes to be thirty,
wake up, you may have to wait until you are chronologically
age 110 years
to
become 30 again,
like fucking cunt eating DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
great Hyundai
car
commercials of 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May I have another WOW-WOW-WOW, along with another mother fucking
great old WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, pweeeeeeeze?
TANKS----BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA!
Now
I told the Sheriff
that I would come back with my RR-results on my hypothetical roulette
play, and no Microsoft SPELLCHECKER, not roulette Plageman's,
although I was living at mighty Jenny's miserable Mullica Mobile Home
Manor, in Mullica Township, back up there in Jersey,DPAESMWG, playing
an awful mother fucking lot of this hypothetical roulette. And no, I
did not speak to the sheriff personally, and I merely mean that I
leave these messeages for him on my Morianity blogs as well as on my
cellular system that is monitored by most LEO systems that are high
up in the circles of shadow-governmental systems such as great
alphabet soup secret black-file-agency systems, a few now recognized
publicly after the end of the cold war in the nineties, CIA,
OSS,
DIA,
NSA,
and
believe me when I say, this
is only the new opened up group,
as many
new deeper blacker systems always then are merely forced to go
underground.
I leave phone messages on my own Comcast House-phone voice-mail
system, using my whittle trustworthy government cellular phone called
'Assurance Wireless' services. BUTTERCHEESE,
BIG
ASS BUTT,
Sir
Frank Lombardo
Mylyricsteartheheartoutofaguy, 'back
to the days'
of so many things, such as song lyrics that I wrote that were later
changed in 1979 and used on my rewritten song called, “Long
River Blues”,
once called “Lovely
giant Gloria”,
written originally in the year 1974, while still in my last year of
living at the Dellway
Arms Apartments,
in Oaklyn,
NJDPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes I believe it went, “Back to the days and the happy ways and the
great times we did share. And back to the start when you stole my
heart, and my soul became a flare”. Mister Lombardo used to say to
me over at his mechanics bizz in northeast Philly, back in 1976,
“Mark, you're song lyrics tear the heart out of a guy”. I
learned to try not to make my lyrics so emotionally charged as the
seventies became the great cheesy non BUTERCHEESE
nineteen-eighties,
however, yo!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Yessir,
Sheriff,
here is the RR info pertaining to my HRG (Hypothetical roulette
Games), and definitely
NAUT
my GASME
GODS GAMES
from the beginning of me' ol' attempts to blog me' great awesome
mother fucking MORIANITY, from the days of mighty Mizz Jenny
Plageman's trailer Park, and my number 10 trailer there, so WOW,
big-O!!!! I think that you might find these results somewhat, or as
the now
retired Federal
Communications
Commission
Director,
and old school chum
of mine from the illustrious COOLEY
FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic HALL,
Sir Microsoft-SPELLCHECKER; “VELY
VELY VELY INTELESTING”!
Good old Bob McDowell and his wonderful “Johnny Fucker Faster jokes
in Mister Dan Mackey's great class there, yo. Like
WEEEEEEEEE, and like WOW!
So let us get down to cases here, Sheriff KJM me' kind sir! To
refresh your memory from the first of two horrendous assaults on me
that lasted for more than one day and night, the first one in middle
June that caused my system to crash, is where we'll start. To my
method of measuring what a crash is on a roulette system, it is when
the past twenty games profit has been whittled away by fifty percent
or more, and an absolute crash and burn is when the entire system
brakes completely down and you lose your cock sucking shirt entirely.
The mini-crash from the eighteenth day in June of 2019, caused my RR
(Random Rows) to read as follows:
3-2-4-3.
The major rub was my proving
to the world
that games
are being played
by ASTRAL-PLANE-GODS
(COINS
& COILS).
By taking what my actual randomly picked selections on the six
possible roulette outside bets, being either RED,
BLACK,
ODD,
EVEN,
1-18,
or 19-36,
if the actual picks do
not go off any normal curve of basic 50-50
chance
outcome determination,
then it is the system used that is directly fucked with, whenever I
am having these days of total and absolute
MILITUFORCE TORTURE,
making all things surrounding my life's proximity, literally GO
STRAIGHT TO DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And this was proving itself. Now I will say openly that although I
came close to a total systems failure on the first day of July this
year of 2019, with this system that I now call the “PROOF
OF THE GODS GREAT GASME GAMES” SYSTEM,
applied to the casino game known as ROULETTE; BUTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS,
it did not crash and I managed to win on a STAGED-4-BETTING
ROW,
and here are the results. This only proves that since this attack was
only one day long and not a 'HUUUUUUUGE'
BERNIE SANDERS TYPE OF STRING OF BOTBAR SUPER DOGTOWN DAYS, that it
most likely takes a string of SUPER
FUCKING BOTBAR DAYS,
to cause a systems crash, no matter how putrid and awful any one
particular day may in fact be, yo yo yo yo yo me' wonderful and
awesome sheriff KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks,
the major fucking rub is not only totally understandable but it is
predictable and is why the MILITUFORCE
JUST NOW HACKED
MY BLOG
AND FUCKED
UP MY PRINT
AT 8:35
THIS
MOUUUUURNING!!!!!!!
I was starting to say that the row that crashed my system or
mini-crashed it back on the 18th
fucking cunt day in June, 3-2-4-3,
was a four or five day assault on me by this diseased and twisted
sicko M2F. The assault on me back on Monday however, horrendous as it
was, WAS
STILL ONLY ONE DAY IN DURATION,
and duration
is as important in measuring negamagging
effects,
as is intensity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know this big ass time yo. So Sheriff KJM kind sir, yo; here are
the RR (random-row) outcomes for the proceeding times up through the
second major off the scale illegal elder abuse assault on poor old
pathetic little ass me!!!!
6-7-7-5
5-5-3-3
5-4-4-4
7-4-6-3
6-3-4-7
4-6-6-3
4-3-5-6
Now
here is the
actual 4-RR
P&L
(profit and loss) results of this entire game.
A child can see how really bad death sieges, are intentionally caused
and done to me for the simple reason as stated in my blogs for nearly
a decade and a half now, USING
PARALLEL EVENT INTENTIONALLY
AGAINST
ME TO WIPE OUT MY ONLY WAY OF GETTING MONEY VIA CASINO GAMING,
SINCE MY HUNTINGTON
CURSE
WON'T ALLOW ANY OTHER METHOD TOOPERATE, AND THENALONG CAME THEIR
MOITHER FUCKING NEGAMAGGING AND THEYKILLED THAT TOO!
So
far there are 84 RR's, and thus there are 21 actual 4-RR boxes, and
so I will now list the mother fucking P&L for each of these 21
boxes of four random rows (4-RR's). These 4-RR BOXES are shown below
from 1-21, and are called RRB for RANDOM ROW BOXES.
This
is based on a ten dollar base betting level where the four staged
bets would be 10-20-40-80.
Bets can progress as bankroll totals increase over time to be sure a
player can always use HOUSE-MONEY
to play,
and using prior discussed additional systems of applied lucky to
bankroll ratios, this allows a player to up and down his base betting
level play, based on lucky as well as unlucky longer term streaks
that indeed, all gamers will eventually realize that they're subject
tom and should always therefore adjust their level of play
accordingly. Also folks, in actual play, the vig effect will indeed
bring approximately
70 percent of these profits back to the house, because 0-00 numbers
will indeed come out, leaving the player with about 30% of these
profits as shown below, but still, I am not using the house vig to
prove luck, as I do not need to. Again, this is on the ten dollar
base betting level or BBL. The figure on the far right is the total
of all games on this $10 BBL.
RRB1----$+310--------+310
RRB2----$-20--------+290
RRB3----$+70--------+360
RRB4----$+30--------+390
RRB5----$+20--------+410
RRB6----$+80--------+500
RRB7----$+130--------+630
RRB8----$+100--------+730
RRB9----$-60--------+670
RRB10----$+250--------+920
RRB11----$-60--------+860
RRB12----$-30--------+830
RRB13----$+100--------+930
RRB14----$-290--------+640
RRB15----$+140--------+780
RRB16----$-70--------++750
RRB17----$-30--------+720
RRB18----$+70--------+790
RRB19----$+210--------+1,000
RRB20----$+50--------+1,050
RRB21----$-30--------+1,020
WEEEEEEEEEEE
and WOW, lovely BIG-O!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEE
and WOW, lovely BIG-O!!!!!!!
ALLIGATOR
HATERS ANONYMOUS
ALLIGATOR
HATERS ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS
ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA),
HUH MISTER MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971, UP THERE IN EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA,
AT THE CHURCH FARM NON DISCO QUEEN
SCHOOL??????? How about those mother fucking berry fields of
forest fire hanging in there lovely goddess PaulaKing2011Hammonton,
New Jersey,
Divided Parties of America, ESMWG now that we're on the mother
fucking cunt lapping topic, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo???????????????????????????????
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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