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SATURDAY
MORNING
6
JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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Dear
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, DPAESMWG:
The
past two weeks have been worse for me than anything in the past
twenty years, and this is obviously why my MAGNESONIC
acted up out west, big time, kind sir. It's just a logical assumption
on my part, and I could be way off base. Unfortunately, I have no
control over my super machine. It is like a kids toy broom, with its
controls set on 'CLEAN',
and as my old Atco, New Jersey 1983 song lyrics say it so eloquently
sir, it does just that. What is being done to me is right out of the
EIGHTIES AND NINETIES ALL OVER AGAIN. I am getting my apartment
broken into while out on personal errands, I get nothing but endless
continual utility assault and harassment, I get major health and body
attacks on me, as the one the past few days now with sonic beams or
whatever they use to death-kill my poor body and give me endless
diareah. They do damage to my property and my automatic mobile
machine (car). The list literally goes on and on and to call it the
dirty laundry list of the pitiful Mountainpen, does
not even do it one small bit of goddessdamn justice, my
wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is a very small breakdown
of very recent horrific assaults and TOTAL
ELDER ABUSE
on this pathetic frail senior goddessdamn citizen, my kind and great
awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Twice
now in a weeks time, my medications have been screwed with,
by someone
or something gaining access
into
my pathetic little snot eating public housing apartment
here
at 601 Avenue B, Suite #607, Fort Pierce, Florida,
Divided Parties (formerly known as United States) of America, ESMWG
in this localized and precise part of the fifth dimensional
hyperspace. We can get back later on sir Microsoft Spellchecker, to
the great wonders of the hypERCHRIST, YO!!!!!!!! This time, instead
of taking my two mini-football shaped white tablet medications that
appear very similar, and mixing it all together and placing it then
back into both of those bottles, this time Sheriff Mascara kind sir,
some diseased murdering scumbag ultra snot kissing subskummite
MILITUFORCE
jack off prick, opened up my pill-box, that I recently purchased over
at my local Ohio Avenue Walgreen's Pharmacy store across from my
great wonderful Toronto Dominion Bank, (TD), and they took a pill
that I take for my water retention and related blood pressure issues,
out of last Wednesday's day-box, and put it into last Saturday's day
box. Sheriff sir, screwing with my meds is ATTEMPTED-MURDER,
KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I promise you that I am very careful, and
this in no way me screwing things up.
I can tell you to the day, hour, and minute, precisely how old I am,
the precise percentage to a fifth placed decimal, where we are in the
current 2019 year, and please do not ask me who our lovely and
wonderful Orange-Man
Briggbase Astral Authority President
is, because I
am nauseous enough
this morning, kind sir, and TANKS,
and a very loud awesome sounding BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
couple of weeks ago,
some prick eating diseased bastard, came into my apartment, and
kicked my
kitchen box fan
real hard, breaking it. It
was fine when I left, and POW, some
total dirt bag shit eater criminal MILITUFORCE scuz-bag, came in
here, and broke it; my kind wonderful Sheriff, sir!!!! But so much
for property damage, as you know about the return trip from my Vero
Beach Clinic back on Monday the first of MICKY@MARS
day in JULY. This is when they broke my car before I arrived back
home, right at our local railroad crossing gate area, just after I
left the local Subway Store across from the Saint Lucie County
Library. This is about the fifth time now that the MILITUFORCE has
busted my sensor switch that pertains to some weird catalytic
converter system that these stupid moron asshole Dodge Neon cars seem
to have in their electrical goddessdamn systems. Tom over at the
Asian Repair Shop across from my building had to replace it, and he
told me that this time he has placed a factory switch into it and
not those cheapo switches sold over at the 'Advance' or 'Napa'
places. Now let us discuss some totally off the wall bizarre junk,
Sheriff sir, moving off the topic of endless MILITUFORCE
PROPERTY DAMAGE
and total ELDER-ABUSE,
KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
no longer take any anti-anxiety medications whatsoever, and plan to
tell you some major stuff regarding my condition as well as what
happened to me at approximately half
past ten
of the clock on the night
of 4 June
in the year of 1983,
while I was residing at the rental home, with my mom, owned by a real
estate investor by the name of Jerald Pliner, up in Jersey, at 134
Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey,
DPAESMWG; my
kind awesome sir!!!!!!!!
This
is when I was originally placed on the medication called 'ATIVAN',
a number of weeks later on by my local doctor, who I had gone to,
ever since the age of nine or ten somewhere, Frank
Addiego,
on Park
Avenue,
in Westmont,
NJDPAESMWG.
For right now, just know that I
am totally off of all of these meds, and GOOD RIDDENCE,
KIND GREAT SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the only thing that stopped
me from choking to death from some totally unknown medical situation
that was done to me and against me, another and perhaps the very
first time that I can legitimately claim under oath without fear of
committing perjury, ATTEMPTED-MURDER,
kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I was switched way down
in the dosage that I had been taking from the age of 28 and one half
years of age in middle 1983, until the end of the year 2014, when I
was turning into my sixties, which was 4-Mg per day, and reduced down
to less than one per day; I would have died from chocking to death
should I not have taken this incredible medicine that somehow stopped
this monstrous horrendous choking. Before I was prescribed this, I
was only able to lay on a couch and moan and grown, unable to eat or
sleep hardly at all, as anything I ate would make it worse and choke
me more and more, and it was ther most frightening thing that ever
happened to me in the last 13,200 years, ever since I was in the
great garden and had that conversation with Almighty Pink
Goddess, Sarah Jehovah Krassle,
when I asked her to please
not end the world yet,
because I had committed a murder on my innocent brother, Abel, out of
extreme jealousy. Finally, I weened myself completely off even the
greatly reduced dosage of this generic medication that I was taking
for three and a half solid decades of time, since back late into my
damn ass twenties, yo. It has taken a lifetime to get better from
this unknown powerful condition that I was given when some HALLS
FAWCES or the MILITUFORCE
or 'whatever',
as my
old pal who later grew up and became the great Federal Congressman
Rob Andrews,
might put it, back late in his teens, or very early twenties, in
the year of 1975.
Now the main reason that I was determined to get off of this
medication, was I knew that the damn MILITUFORCE
was literally holding me hostage, and causing me endless shortages
and major woes each time I would try and fill my prescriptions. The
BIG-FARMA
INDUSTRY
is in bed with the rest of POWERFUL
EVIL WALL
STREET,
and they all hate
me,
and they want to murder
me,
and torment
and torture
me,
and they have done just that, for the
past four
solid
mother fucking decades
now, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But sir, here is the kicker that you
cannot write off as me just being some whack job nutcase eternal
psych ward dweller!!!!!!!!!!!! All the years since 2014 when I had
been reduced from 4Mg daily down to one and then a year later, down
to 20 one-milligram pills per 30 days, ranging me down from my
original 120 monthly Mg to 20Mg monthly, I was suddenly harassed to
death just trying to fill my legal and prescribed much tinier dosages
and when it was not some 'claimed-excuse shortage', it was this new
law and that new law, and pill-mill hater Pam Bondi this and that,
and it never stopped, to the point that I was so miserable with this
entire mother fucking hellishness sir, that I was determined not be
THEIR MOTHER FUCKING HOSTAGE ANY LONGER, and forever get OFF THIS
POISON, NO MATTER WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES, or just how rotten I had to
physically feel, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, with
the
new laws in place since the 2015 and following years,
I never was given any automatic refills, and the prescription had to
be verified by the pharmacist calling the psych clinic and personally
getting a legitimate verification. My mom was a lot like your
wonderful mom Sheriff, you know, with those
endless great cliches and sayings,
as in the one you told about on the television a while back about
things never being too good, and so if they appear to be, forget it!
Well your mom was totally right, kind sir, but moving right along, my
mom would tell me endlessly from the time she said it to me on her
damn ass knee, “Mark
remember this, you will always suffer and pay for the things that bad
people do, because they know how to get away with a lot, and you
being honest, will pay the price every time”.
SHE, like your great mom, was absolutely correct; and
we both know it,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, my
brother
in honor!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I'm fully aware that this nation and world
for that matter, has a serious drug abuse problem, and yessir, I had
to pay for it with all of this persecution when I just needed a
medication that would relax the muscles and glands in my neck and
throat to help not to fucking choke to death. It never ever made me
high or hallucinate, or anything that could even remotely be
connected with the abuse of drugs. That was never my thing, not even
back in the sixties when just about everybody was screwing around
with all sorts of wild hallucinogenic drugs, such as the 25-Hawk
(LSD) and Sir I never had to do any of this, because just as I was
getting to the age of experimentation, my mom's great awesome office
coworker Patty, had put me onto shit that could take me higher than
the highest peak of the metaverse, and we both know who Patty is sir,
and so does the whole damn world, and get all of the media teasing,
nothing ever gets past me, and yessir, we are speaking of the great
mysterious FASCITAR,
and Patty HHH gave me this in a very secret way, so that the world
never can know the details of just who she really is, and what she
really did to me, and YYYYYYYY, me' kind sir.
YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for my LUCK-TESTING
and all of my scientific research data and private amateur laboratory
results, kind sir; well, here is a little bit more for you to know
and gnaw on for a while. I bet you'll find it quite intelesting, vely
vely vely, to quote the mighty now retired FCC-Chairman/Director, and
my great Cooley HHH Hallucinate HALL school chum from the great days
of somewhat 'embarrassing' special-ED!!!!!!!!!! I know peeps hate me
telling secrets. I cannot help it sir, if I knew lots of really wild
peeps who made it big in this world, for some unknown very weird
reason that eludes even the mighty Mountainpen!!!!!!!! All I can do
is pretend this is the World War ll era, and that I am the Ambassador
of Japan, so here goes, Sheriff sir, “SO
SAHWEE”.
Yes, and WOW, talk about a loud ass B---O---O---M!!!!!!
My sound effects from my musical Atco project, or one of them, MADE
THE POINT HERE, KIND WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it all before and most likely will be
endlessly fucking reiterating this over and over again, but I am not
the damn ass aggressor here. I did not start this damn ass war.
Maggie is not doing anything, any more than god or even the devil is
taking souls to hell every day. Cops do not put us in jail, and
judges do not make it official. WE, WE, WE, WE, YO, we are the ones
who do ALL OF THESE THINGS TO OURSELVES. Okay, maybe the damn ass
mother fucking Christians are right, and maybe all this occult shit
did cause these problems, but they are so ignorant to the truth. This
is not some mysterious spirit world, it all can be rationally
explained, and in fact, the mighty Einstein was given the entire
message by the gods of the Astral-Plane, and all anyone ever did was
to focus and concentrate on the one half of that great awesome
formula, never ever thinking to see how the inverse tells the truth
about everything, that indeed, mass
is nothing more than energy divided by the speed of light squared,
the inverted formula we all know so well, E=MC-SQ.
As I type this out Sheriff, my dirtbag enemy nabes over at unit #605,
are hammering and banging super loudly on my damn wall, at precisely,
you guessed it, dirt bag Jane Fonda time, or ELEVEN ELEVEN, SO ALLOW
ME TO RUN A LOT OF NICE FIVE NUMBERS TO COMPENSATE COSMICALLY FOR
THIS FUCKING DISEASED ASSAULT ON ME, AND ELDER ABUSE, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
Oh
yes, just substitute in physical world in place of the word
'MASS'(M), and spiritual world in place of the word 'ENERGY'(E). This
great fantastic fucking dude up there at Princeton U was given,
directly by the gods right into his mind with those image boxed he
would see in his mind, the real full truth to it all, AND
EVEN HE refused to see the POWERFUL FUCKING INVERTED FORMULA,
and just what incredible shit that it meant, and now the rest of
dumbed down humanity just endlessly
continues to follow suit.
Oh well, shall we move on now and further discuss the
measuring of 'LUCK'
and my hypothetical
'roulette' games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
wouldn't both INTENSITY
as well as DURATION
be equally connective co-factors in the measurement of any kind of
LUCK-RELATED issue, or for that matter, ANYTHING AT ALL?
No Almighty Mike Soft Spellchecker, 'NAUT' ALLigators,
Mizz AT&T 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau Blake!!!!!!!!!!! My
'HRG' verifies and proves beyond a shadow of fucking doubt
that indeed, intensity as well as duration are both equally important
in the accurate measurement of LUCK
or its directly related subroutine of NEGAMAGGING!
The Negamagging effect of persecutors screwing with me and how it
effects my ability to win on 50-50 games of chance (basic gambling),
is totally germane to the issue of measuring this data, and why it
has been used against me for four decades now, by this totally evil
and diseased mother fucking MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so indeed, I+D=FNM. Intensity as well as duration does equal the FULL
NEGAMAGGING EFFECT. Why not? Let us look at the concept of a large
meteor falling into the orbit of this Earth-Planet for an example.
This energy that would be measured at the strike point, or where this
rock strikes the Earth; is both of these things. It is both the size
and mass of the big hurling stone that will crash down on the point
of impact, and it is also how hard or intense it is falling, or its
speed at impact. So it is both how fast as well as how massive or
large, and both of these things can indeed be placed into a basic
mathematical formula that accurately determines the amount of energy
at the point of impact. We can include into this and later on go onto
elucidate in ways that maybe will seem foreign to many for a while,
but later will start to make more sense as we all continue to
cogitate on this. This being that if the past causes the future in
all of the matter worlds where electrons and protons are charged in
one direction that we call forward and normal polarity here, then
does the future cause the past in all of the antimatter worlds where
electrons and protons are charged in the opposite polarity from our
frame of reference here in a matter-world? All of the system is
indeed a giant circulation pump, and it all goes around. As all
things go around, they eventually move up into a higher dimensional
plane, and then referenced from below, things appear as a straight
line. This also is why mathematical reality always has two other
forces that cannot help endlessly operating throughout the system,
and this put in very simple seventh grade language is the endless
coming together or towards an averaged truth, while simultaneously
endlessly attempting to break out into new territories that break
away from the central point, convergence and divergence, or call it
yin and yang or anything else you may wish. It is also why any great
system, not just a roulette system, but anything whatsoever that has
become systematized, is able to be measured after enough time, to
sort of claim to be within a small parameter of truth. In a parallel
universe that I have visited quite often, and talked to my younger
daughter PEE,
or Patty-Paula
Junior,
who was never miscarried, but who actually lives and exists
physically, in this alternate reality; there is something called the
'closer-averages formula', where many people not even schooled in
higher mathematical learning, do indeed use this in their daily
lives, and APP'S exist over there to make it easy as 1-2-3 to just
type a query, and receive the proper information on the phone-screen.
If you'll allow and permit me to show you a little trick here, I
will, Sheriff sir, and any other interested blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let us take my HRG newest system that I have been using since
this late SUPER-SPRING-DEATH-SIEGE all began this year!
This is how it goes and I feel that maybe a lot of folks will see the
power in this, and without me getting all specific and detailed
beyond just a very basic introduction into this concept.
To
get an idea of just where things might come close to ending up, in a
system such as the one I have been using in my HRG (Hypothetical
Roulette Gaming), we simply take the total games P&L $-SCORE, and
divide by the amount of games so far in the total-games, so for
example in GAME-1, where I got the +310, this score is also the CAF
for the total games played so far, since only one game is the total.
CAF
stands for CLOSER
AVERAGES
FORMULA.
If we look at the very first game outcome score of plus $310, we
might conclude the mistaken impression of the system producing more
than three hundred dollars per game of 4-RRB or four (4)
Random-Row
Boxes,
a game of approximately 38 roulette spins based on the green vig or
house cut or percentage caused by the 0-00 numbers on the wheel, as
four 9-row boxes equals four times nine and this 36 means that in the
long run, approximately two green numbers will also pop up which is
the house-vig, totaling 38 numbers to a 4-RRB. This $310 is also
based on the BASE-BETTING-LEVEL of $10. This could be $20, or $25, or
$50, or even the maximum $100, but let us stay on the poor mans level
of the $10 BBL. Gee, from the optimistic first game outcome, it
appears to the mathematically ignorant amongst us that we will earn
approximately 31 times the BBL per 4RRB. Don't even dream about it,
and this is how in all of life, we can take this great formula out at
least 25 times, and probably to get the best results, we can go out
as far as 100 times, on this CAF or Closer Averages Formula. So far,
I have 23 games to work with, a far cry from the full 100 to ensure a
really great CAF score, but just look for yourself folks, and Sheriff
KJM, and see how even only 23 games, shows us a much better view of
what can be realistically expected. It is nowhere near 31 times the
BBL folks,I can assure you. In fact, after we give back the house vig
or about 70% of the original profit, due to the 0-00 numbers, it
appears after 23 games and using this CAF or Closer-Averages formula,
we are going to have an expected
earnings potential of 1:1
of the BASE BETTING LEVEL (BBL),
so on a $10
BBL
where the four staged bets would be 10-20-40-80,
the per 4RRB profit is about equal to the BBL of $10. The average
amount of time that passes in a casino roulette game based on average
crowd size, and speed of the game, is 30-40 minutes per 4-RRB. In
other words, at best, an hour of play will allow the gamer two 4-RRB
plays, so doubling the 1:1 earning since it is based on a half hour,
produces an hourly average of the base betting level (BBL) of 200% or
two times, so using the $10 BBL, the hourly earnings average
potential at the casino would be approximately $20, after all of the
vigs are subtracted. This is based on using the CAF for 23 games, and
an even more accurate figure will come in after 100 total games are
recorded. So
the hourly earnings is about twice the BASE
BETTING
LEVEL,
and so at the minimum or $10, that would be $20 per hour. Now some
tables still allow a minimum bet of $5 and thus a player could play
at the rate of 5-10-20-40, making about $10 per hour. Sounds skimpy,
but at the green quarter 25 level, this would come to 50 bucks an
hour, and at the maximum 100 level, it would be $200.00 per hour. A
20 hour week for a year, or a spare time income at the top level,
would come to around 200 grand annually, not
too cheesy and skimpy.
This of course would be if the damn ass mafia didn't fucking kill you
or your family first, I suppose, or just make things so miserable for
you that you would want to run and hide somewhere on the goddessdamn
moon. Anyway and in any event, here is how the CAF would show up on
the chart so far for me, after my 23 total games:
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Sheriff sir!
RRB1----$+310--------+310----310.00
RRB2----$-20--------+290----145.00
RRB3----$+70--------+360----120.00
RRB4----$+30--------+390----97.50
RRB5----$+20--------+410----82.00
RRB6----$+80--------+490----81.67
RRB7----$+130--------+620----88.57
RRB8----$+100--------+720----90.00
RRB9----$-60--------+660----73.33
RRB10----$+250--------+910----91.00
RRB11----$-60--------+850----77.27
RRB12----$-30--------+820----68.33
RRB13----$+100--------+930----70.77
RRB14----$-290--------+630----45.00
M.C.
RRB15----$+140--------+770----51.33
RRB16----$-70--------+700----43.75
RRB17----$-30--------+670----39.41
RRB18----$+70--------+740----41.11
RRB19----$+210--------+950----50.00
RRB20----$+50--------+1,000----50.00
RRB21----$-30--------+970----46.19
RRB22----$+90--------+1,060----48.18
RRB23----$+50--------+1,110----48.26
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will
be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and
devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL DEATH
PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting
me,
on the FIRST 4 DAYS IN JULY, IN 2019.
You will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN
FOR ALL DIRT BAG WALL STREET
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, AS WELL AS
WHOEVER CAUSED MAJOR DAMAGE
TO MY CAR, HACKED INTO MY
COMCAST ACCOUNT TWICE, AND
FUCKED UP MY TV BOX, ASSAULTED ME WITH THE CHEMTRAIL
SIEGE, AND DID UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES
AGAINST ME, including harassing me on the JULY 4th
HOLIDAY. 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.
Enter
your Privecode number, Mister M.W.M.M. Huntington, YO, 1-2-3!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
To
access texts from 2006-2011, use links:
I
have recently talked about Gawky Gaukauk on blogs, and was leading up
to tell you a lot of shit, reminding my BLOGAUDIANS of the night that
I stayed over at Mike Patterson's apartment in middle late July in
2017, and witnessed again, the great PULSAR STAR, known as in the
Olympian Province of the great Purgatory, “Hydroglacia”. This all
has to do with the project that SATAN MADE FAIL or the MILITUFORCE
made fail, same shit, just different verbiage yo, and it
has been up on the Google-Play stores for several weeks,
not doing a goddessdamn mother fucking thing, just like all of my old
YOUTUBE posts of musical shit that I wrote that proves all the shit
in my blogs and in my life.
But if nobody reads about it or cares, then there is no point, and
soon, I am closing this all down.
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE.
This
APP is the formula used by GAWKY GAUKAUK the magical black giant
panther cat from the great Teck Bay Mystery School of the
Astral-Plane, AKA by the great Roman Catholic Church, as the
Purgatory. He came to me in a dream in the late summer or very early
autumn time somewhere, in the year 1980, while I was residing at 1802
Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, DPAESMWG. In
that wild dreaming interaction, I was on a bus in some parallel
universe that is quite localized to this one where I had a body
laying in a bed in my apartment bedroom. A large lady in her early
fifties owned this cat and he was smaller like a regular human sized
big black pet cat, and it was in her lap on this bus, and I was
sitting next to her on the bus seat. We got talking and she told me
that her cat 'Gawky' was able to accurately 'meow-out' the lottery
number for later on that day. She told me that it sometimes came out
straight up and other times it came up 'boxed', which means the same
digits, but scrambled around to all possible combinations. We both
got off this bus and walked into a local bar in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania, somewhere, and the TV was on in the bar. We looked up
and I thought I would shit myself, because before we had gotten off
of this bus, her cat looked right at me and said to me in a meow type
of cat sound, ove3r and over again, “DIE, DIE, DIE”. I looked at
her and said to her very bewilderingly, “Lady, your cat is telling
me to die”. She then proceeded to say back to me, “Oh no, he is
giving you the three digit lottery (pick-it) number that will come
out either straight or boxed, later on today. So we looked up and the
TV set, and sure as dogshit stinks to high puke eating heaven, these
old folks came on and one of them was drawing the lottery numbers, as
in the state of Pennsylvania, at least back in the year of 1980
anyway and perhaps still today, the senior citizens somehow get some
benefit amount through the lottery wins of the state and thus, they
employ a senior citizen to do the picking. Some elderl;y lady picked
the digits of 5-9-4. Gawky the cat had meowed the 'DIE' sound at me,
which the lady had gone on to explain to me, meant that the 'D' is
number '4' in the alphabet, the letter 'I' is number '9' in the
alphabet, and letter 'E' is number '5' in the alphabet. So the meow
sound of DIE was telling us the number would come out as 4-9-5, and
if it did not come out straight up as 495, then it would come out in
a box, as the lottery lingo goes. Sure enough, it came out 5-9-4, one
of the box combos of the die-4-9-5. Now right after the number was
drawn and I saw it happen in this bar while sitting next to this lady
on a stool at this bar in Philly somewhere, IN THIS
SUPER WILD DREAM,
I woke up, I left a few minutes earlier that day for my job over a
the RPL Sound Recording Studio, and I stopped into a local store to
buy only the straight up number of DIE or 495, and I bought it in a
New Jersey store. I bought $8.00 worth of tickets, drove into work,
and took an early lunch break so that I could watch the lottery
results on the lobby area television set that came on right after the
world news ended on one particular channel. When the drawing of the
594 number came out, I went bonkers. But
that was when my night boss, Donald Cialoni calmed me down and told
me,
“Mark
you asshole, you bought straight no-box, and you bought Jersey
tickets, this is a Pennsy-lottery, ya' dumb little fuck”.
I'll never forget holding my tickets right up in his face all happy,
and him saying that to me, and then the great let down, as I thought
that I had one about four grand for my eight dollars, as I was a dumb
ass back in those days at age 25 years, a total empty vessel as the
college world might put it. Still, this is how the Krystal's Ball
formula all began. A few years later on, I had my third dream, as the
1980 dream was NAUT the first but the second dream of this wild
professor character on the Astral-Plane, who can turn into a large
panther cat and even visit humanity on the physical plane of human
life in various levels of reality that exist throughout the virtually
limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace. In this third but not final
dream, as there was yet another one somewhere around 2013 or 2014 and
which was blogged, where he told me that he never attacks anything
that has the ability to fly, and he went onto tell me that he knows
that I do have that ability. But back to the third out of a total of
four total interactions that I have had with this mystical incredible
astral realm entity and mystical school professor there; this is when
he explained the total formula that makes this all work on not just a
lottery, but anything at all, and THAT is what led up to my putting
this formula into a computer application!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is,
oh lovely mortal world, just in case anyone could do a donald Trump
and Steve Winn deal here, and actually, “Give a
shit”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE
'KRYSTAL'S
BALL'
EXPLORING
THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:
Krystal's Ball
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price:
0.99 USD
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE PLAY STORE.
I've
got fucking roaches all over the goddamn apartment no matter how much
I spray the RAID or how clean I
keep the place. I have the ILLEGAL GUESTS
around here slamming the goddamn fucking doors today, kind Sheriff,
sir. It's more fucking fun around here than Alice
Ciminelli, and her barrel of jail
bird American Honda guardhouse conversations, sent
to the U.S. Copyright Office, on 1988's Valentine's Day
monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that I
have been hit with another health assault on top of this, Sheriff.
Another horrible fucking year is beginning for me, oh wonderful kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my heavenly and marvelous life, measured by the
standards of anti-matter, is just making me so thankful and
appreciative of the blessings that flow from such a wonderful fucking
GODDESS, who sends songs in my sleep that altered my life, and so
many grand and glorious fucking things! So
thanks a lot, Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Sheriff
K.J.M., and “thanks
a lot, DAVE”!!!!!!!!!!!
YARRRRRR, Patty Hollister, maybe me buckin' hat's on crooked or
something. WOW-THAT!!!!
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Yes
folks, we can definitely call that my
Mountainpen's
Morianity
Quotation
or (MMQ) or anything else you may wish
to, as this won't alter the following truth: When the famous and
terrific agents, mentioned in that wild and cool report-documentary
on New York City's
WPIX-Channel-11-television show,
back in 1988
non-Spellchecker monkeys; Agents Condor
and Agent Falcon,
said that people who open up their mouth, and say things that are
not allowed to be said; those people will not be able to get a moment
of peace for the rest of their lives; how does this then fit into
those who were on the receiving end of all of this horrible monstrous
mother fucking turd swallowing junk, LONG
BEFORE they
ever uttered a single goddamn word?
THAT, oh great SIR ROCKDROID of the original STAR TREK SHOW, is the
real Shakespearean query of the ages, on kind peeps and loyal
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes THAT
is the question, Mister Bill
Shakespeare, YO!
How
I'll never ever fucking forget, ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, telling me how
all of my damn answers to all of this nasty-ass mess; lays in the
town of Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Right after he told me this
incredible fucking shit, kind Sheriff KJM sir, POW, “My
goddess non son of Sam girlfriend”, came over to my apartment and
raped me, and this led to the
miscarriage of my younger daut, PEE!
And then there was the wild dream a few years afterward, where
I was back at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
and Paula
came over to visit with me and tell me
how I was too immature and that she refused to marry me, and that she
had recently miscarried our child PEE. This
is how transdimensional hyperspace works.
We cannot go getting ourselves all fucking hung up on minor whittle
details such as an event happening in one universe and not happening
in another one that lies in localized hyperspace. No Spellchecker,
the hypERCHRIST
has absolutely nothing to do with any of this, OR
DOES IT, come to reflect on it
heredahelda and here, kind folks!!! I mean for crissake, it isn't
every day that I am stopped and searched like a criminal by the
authorities, for just sitting and telling a man about something from
my childhood. But it sure happened that particular day in Medford
Lakes, in the springtime of 1986. Maybe
this is why the satanic demons of hellfire itself, struck Dave Roth
and me so very hard, as after-all, it
was directly following all of this,
along with a tiny whittle detour through another Mister
Rod Serling's Twilight Zone; called
that special talk that took place in the
spring time in the following year of 1986, at the Medport
Diner, in Medford Lakes, New
Jersey; regarding the “Great Sarah
Krassle”.
Along with these whittle pirate facts and YARRRRRRR's, and buckin'
fuckin' pirate hats, I am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are
doing these goddamn days, yo????????????? But then, like who gives a
fucking shit, to quote the kids who cuss?! Alligators or ALL I'M
SAYING is that long B4I ever had a blog, or even shot off my mouth on
RED-LINE-CROSSOVER
topics, or said boo about shit; I have been given a no-peace
persecution by these monstrous evil
mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES. So it is
not like anyone out here can go screaming into my ear, “Hey
Mountainpen, this is all your own fault”, as my kid did about
alligators, when I complained about all of these horrible things all
over this place, and she said that I had made my bed and must now lay
in it. Hey, she's totally right. Still,
was this all my fault for real? Was this all my fault for REALE, for
that matter? Was it me who teased you or
you who teased me, every mother fucking time that I came down in 1997
to try and relax on the beach, and you
tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV
radio station, oh
mighty Patty-Paula?????????
WOW
THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Susan Erica AMC Snakes from
1983. Yes, Patty-Paula may very well be Sarah Krassle, or
spelled with a fuller ASTRAL-PLANE name, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Yes there is pure magic in this
incredible entity named Sarah Krassle
Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah
Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle!
Why
go to so much trouble doing al of these things, beginning with Misses
Cooley Hall High Hell Marola, on Memorial Day of 1969, May 30th,
and going all the way so far, up to the stunt pulled in waking life
while I was at my non-choker Darius Evans Cifaloglio security job in
2009, two years before the transdimensional-choking deal, and right
around the Lakehouse-choking deal, but yes, always (choking-1983
deals); with that WAYV magical stunt she pulled on me with the Regis
Threat and magically getting me to tune into it from my car while on
that job. Things like this JUST DON'T HAPPEN,
not in any real life or real world, and not with this sort of endless
fucking repetitiveness; and I know that you all know that, and
I'm not being WAYV-cute heredahelda and
HERE, yo! There was a night a few years earlier where I was at my
trailer, #10 at the great and illustrious Mullica Mobile Manor of
Mullica Township, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and watching one of those
two famous magicians on television. I forget whether it was Blaine or
Copperfield, but it was one of the David's. Tee-Hee-Hee. He told
everyone out in the TV audience to think of a card. We
all did, and HE GUESSED IT;
and that would be a one in fifty-two chance; and I don't buy into
chances, or long shots like that. Yes longer shots than this do
indeed happen, and with more frequency than we all might think would
be the case, BUTTTTTTTTT folks, I know that he did something, and I
know that night at Cifaloglio with Patty-Paula, that she did that
very same 'something'; and then things happened. Just because
I am unable to properly explain it, I STILL AM
ABLE TO FULLY REPORT IT to the goddamn mother fucking world, yo,
and you can bet I do, and will go right on screaming out my pain.
This monster and all of her FAWCES are behind it.
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRAnsdimensional!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNY!!!
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