Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

WFMU’s Beware of the Blog

Anyone who doubts that information can be sent backward through time using positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous heightened human emotions, is a FOOL.

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-R3

10:40 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

13 AUGUST, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

Let's discuss what my old school chum Russ is referring to, and then you can all make the distinction for yourself, on whether powerful 'magic' is sensitive to time or distance, as he seems to believe or at least wonder about. His great comment on me' whittle bwog goes “The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there”. How do we explain never ending persecution and harassment if this is so true? If anyone wishes to enlighten me and show me legitimately the error of my ways and ideas, well then, go right ahead, because I am all darn ears me' friends and fiends, and KINGS of the candy crushes and other teen crushes all over the Earth-Planet! Oh Mandy Mush!!!

We have what McGuire did, after the phone call was made at his Erin Bar that day, on 7 February in 1997, when he removed the name of 'CALLIO' from my memory, by MAGIC. We have Paula King making me listen to HER radio station from my job at Cifaloglio that night for no reason, by MAGIC as well as come to her city and her street on July 12, 1997, and see HER at HER dad's casino parking lot, the latengrate Happy John Non Superman KING, by MAGIC. We all know that I can cite many countless examples from my pants not going all the way down to my shoes back in 1988 while living in Moorestown, New Jersey, renting that little doll house owned by real estate investor Jim Wilson, at 114 West Central Avenue, to literally hundreds of other things that have absolutely no Earthly or rational explanation whatsoever. It does not matter if it is taking place right there in Atlantic City, or in New York, or in Florida, or anywhere else, or for that matter, in any time from A through Z. Magic is magic, and it is most definitely NAUT TIME SENSITIVE by any means, nor does it appear to have any respect for DISTANCE! Right now this MAGIC is being used against me to try and murder me through hypertension. I need a blood preesure medication that the ENEMY is doing everything that they can, to keep me from getting. It does not matter what or where, this never ever stops, and it never ever will, oh great wonderful and awesome sir, Mister Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

Now while I did that little CAP in above, and speaking of magic, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, I was struck hard by the magical BLACK HAT HACKERS who somehow managed to turn my blog up to 450 percent size, and I was unable to operate my controls. I clicked on the size arrow to repair it, and the controls were frozen. I had to save, reboot, and then the controls unlocked, and allowed me to unfreeze, and return my blog to normal 100 percent size. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. BUTTERCHEESE, and yes, favors, cheeses, daughters, and so much more, BIG ASS BUTT and another 'but', it also does another thing. It quite mother freaking obviously is letting me know that what I am saying on this blog is NAUT APPRECIATED, and is hitting somebody's nerve and FUNNY-PHONY-BONE as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is obviously my daughter and her family telling me to cool it. SCREW THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC) AT 10:10

THIS SUPER FRIGGIN' BOTBAR MORNING OF 13 AUGUST, ON A MAJOR DEATH BOTBAR STRING OF NAGGAMAGGING HELLFIRE. IT HAS AN ABSOLUTE CONNECTION TO WALL STREET AND THIS EVIL PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, AND I KNOW IT!!!!

TENPERATURE:-----------------84 DF

SKY CONDITIONS:-----------SUNNY

FEELING LIKE-HEAT INDEX:--99DF

HUMIDITY:---------------------79%

WINDS:-----FROM SW AT 7 WH/ NO GST

PREDICTIONS: HIGH 87 DF & TH STMS

RAIN CHANCES ARE 60%

OVERALL:LATE WEEK STORMS WILL CLOCK THE SOUTH USA

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, FONTANA!

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END TRANSMISSION.

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, who are viciously persecuting me with NOISE, BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES, and PERSECUTING the hell out of me, on the days of AUGUST 12 and 13, 2019. SCAN AND DESTROY ALSO, WHOEVER JUST MAJOR HACKED THIS COMPUTER AND MADE THE BLOG FIVE TIMES NORMAL SIZE AND FROZE MY CONTROLS. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

You almost mother friggin' nailed me, Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda, you piece of stench. I have tried with all of my spirit to forgive what happened to me that night in the spring time of 1993 at that miserable rotten Atlanta Ballpark when my Philadelphia Phillies played your Braves, and you CLOCKED ME GOUUUUUUUUUD, to quote me' ol' gal pal Mizz Helen Zebriski. Here is my goddessdamn freaking compensation!!!!

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Yes it seems that we will be discussing the wonderful mysteries of Sir David Copperfield, and his card playing goddess girlfriend, Mizz PAULA PAU000501582 NON COPYRIGHTED RADIO STATION OWNER KING OF ATLANTIC CITY, NO JERSEY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, (ACNJDOAESMWG) KING!!!! YES, I must have weelwee struck a phony bone nerve, huh Mister McThaxton? LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and a zillion additional non-'O' darkened shadows, shadow monsters, and “GOOOLLLEEEEY'S” from Pyle Avenue in the damn ass nineteen sixties, of all great Mister Count Von Marcucci's and exploratronic departments in the educational part, EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, yo yo yo yo yo yo.

The dirt bag ENEMY TRIAD NABES FROM HELL are on a non-stop mission to make me totally miserable with their incessant 'hammering Harriet' hammering, and door slamming. It started again early on this Tuesday morning, and has gone on all morning long from next door over in unit number 605. I was told to write it down on paper and give it to the lady at the office, and so I will do just that. Well, here we go again, it appears that we're now back to the past with the old mother friggin' (`~HACK) from yesteryear, and to quote Mister Marcucci and his MAGICAL FRIENDS from two continents and the ESS, from good old “yesterday”. Yes Mister Lenny McKinnon, to get you off my back, I'd even be willing to put you in touch with an old MAGIC-COOLEY-HALL TEACHER OF MINE, the great one and only MAGICAL Mister Marcucci. How 1980 rings forever loudly and memorably in my ears with the sound of a crisp old English bell on steroids, such as lovely BIG BEN, who I always believed was named for me, even though I wasn't born until the early eighteenth century. I'll never forget dying on my death bed in that lifetime (sequence of dreams off the Purgatory), and suddenly this beyond lovely tall young blond girl was sitting right at the foot of my bed. Her long yellow hair seemed to be on fire, but nothing was burning, reminding me now of Pyle Avenue in Westmont, when LG-DZA would flash right outside of my living room window over and over and over, yet NOTHING EVER CAUGHT FIRE OR BURNED. Oh well lovely Patty; don't be jealous now. She DIDN'T make me burn with fire, and I still hoped secretly that you would sing the song that I wrote back then for you, and please confirm this for me if you're still here on the Earth-Planet, and tell the great musical arranger and friend of the National Football League, Mister Glenn, that I am most definitely NAUT A HOMOSEXUAL, and that I wrote that song for you to sing to me, back in July of 1969, before Misses Kinsel threw me out of the apartment for cursing too much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

I AM JUST A POOR SILLY OLD DOG!

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D-------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this, or any other part of HS, all notwithstanding!

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Comments

anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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???????

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0---PEEKAY RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31

AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30

OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31

NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31

JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30

FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34

MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31

Magic is not really magic of course, and we all know that there is no such thing. Behind every great man is a woman, or so the famous saying goes. Well, beyond all great magic is always TRICKERY. Sometimes, built into that trickery, is TECHNOLOGY. The greatest SYFY show in the history of television, STAR TREK, harps on this a great deal. The 'NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK', goes into a lot more about this. On several episodes, Captain Picard tries to enlighten backward thinking people about this very thing, and yes lovely Erica Lucci of AMC, 'thisssssssssssssssssssssssss' too, sweety-pie! When a pretty young woman is taken to the bridge of his ship on one of these fantastic shows, he attempts to enlighten her to this truth, and she then falls back into her ignorance and darkness later. It is very difficult to decipher the great trickery to some magic. It sure as stenches had me totally fooled and vamvoosled for a very long time, and I ain't too mother loving damn ass ashamed to admit it “right here and right now” on this blog, lovely LOO VanBuren. YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!! Yeah Microsoft, “I WISH” GIRLfriend, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Lightning came around again yesterday, following me all the way to my doctor's office, and then being around me again at home. SHE is keeping me going throughout all of this magical insanity around me from the never relenting miserable DEMONIC MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO. Thank you lovely wonderful awesome times ten vigintillion infinities, GREAT SATAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, my beautiful marvelous TEEN-QUEEN of PURGATORY. You have such a lovely great city, and I want to be there with you forever and forever, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sahasra Dal Kanwal is the capitol city of Olympia Province, and Olympia Province is the capitol province of the entire ASTRAL-PLANE, or the PURGATORY.

Anyone who doubts that information can be sent backward through time using positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous heightened human emotions, is a FOOL, and I will be punished for saying that, by the Millionth-Council, so says the LORD JESUS CHRIST. I am not supposed to call my human brothers, fools. It is right there in the Bible for anyone to read, and warns of dangers and judgments passed to me, from this great MC, and their powerful manipulative tools such as MC (Mind-Control), and of course, many many many many more as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW do those 34 digits keep mathematics anything BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTTTTTT IMPERSONAL, MISTER SMITH, YO YO YO YO!

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Good old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little boy”. That's her number, or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984.

Weldon Saunders was another magical type of person, like the great Atlantic City beach alchemist, and the lovely and super cool Patricia H.H. Hollister. This dude worked with me in 1987 before I worked at American Honda in Mount Laurel, NJDPAESMWG, on Gaither Drive in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park. This place was only a mile from the great house that my mom and I rented from the real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, in 1983, after leaving the illustrious 1802 non-Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. Fourteen years had whizzed by, and “lost and alone here I cried”, but not for the reasons listed on my copyrighted 1997 song called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS”, written a solid decade later on. Mister Saunders could hear the death angel too and he buzzed all around him quite constantly just as he does with me. WOE WIZ ME, Mister Crichton of the mighty and vely vely vely illustrious WALT DISNEY CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

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Every night just about, I have nightmares where I'm either in Atlantic City New Jersey, or else I am in Philadelphia near the subway station at 16^th Street, right outside Steve's stoop and apartment, that I visited in 1974; the dude who was so infatuated with lovely Patty Hollister H.H. ButTERCHEESE and but I was in Atlantic City all night long the night before last, and I cannot go into too many details right now because more pressing bull stenches are in need of discussion presently. My scum bag dirt hole neighbors next door woke me up just after seven this morning with their incessant non stop DOOR BANGING,that has gone on ever since. I AM GOING TO GO TO THE OFFICE DOWNSTAIRS AS SOON AS THIS BLOG IS POSTED UP TO THE BLOGGER/GOOGLE WEBSITE, to complain again to the resident manager. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, ain't life grand, to quote Mister David Roth, the Latengrate?????????? I may decide to call 911 later if this does not stop, because I have totally had it with this slob next door in UNIT #605, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Would you believe LIGHTNING came over to visit with me again yesterday, SUNDAY afternoon? Well, SHE DID, and SHE made all sorts of lovely colors and designs up in the skies outside my Fort Pierce, Florida sixth floor window. THANK UUUUUUUUU, to quote that lovely Sugar Hill Harlem waitress!!!!!!!!

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I wrote a song in 1981, while living at the 1802 Robin Hill Apartments apartment, called, “HA-HA-WHO”, dedicated perhaps to Batman's rival, the great 'JOKER'!!!!!!!! Still peeps, a powerful television show was viewed by the Mountainpen back in 2017 while I was off the grid and not blogging, during my off-period of March 2016 through August 2018. It was a British show and it aired on the PBS (Public Broadcasting System). The name of it is, “Midsomer Murders”. It is a series, and this particular one was called, “THE GREAT AND THE GOOD” and it was re-aired Sunday afternoon, and I watched it again, only this time, I AM BLOGGING, and so I can discuss this show with my wonderful BLOGAUDIANS! A child will see in just a quick seck how my old tune from 1981 ties into this, but there is a lot more that also connects into sleeping, dreaming, exploratronics, and high technology, remembering of course some wonderful words of wisdom, shortly after the original ones given to me and many others by the wonderful Mister Marcucci, and these came from my father back in the middle seventies, around Patty H.H. Hollister time. Those were, “Remember son, the military is always about twenty years ahead of the civilian population”. Now let's bring this all into a connectiveness with the show that I viewed again on TV, on the PBS network, yesterday afternoon, folks! In case anyone may be interested in precise details and before I get into the show, it was on between 4:46 and 5:32 on the Comcast Lineup Channel System here in Fort Pierce, Florida on channel-2, yesterday, 11 August, 2019. The date that was displayed on the Comcast Information System when using the remote 'info' button, came up as 4-13-17. Now the show of course was about a mass murdering scumbag guy and he loved to cut people's throats, so right away, we have 'THROATS', but yes, in 1981 when HA-HA-WHO was written, this was a couple of years before my THROAT INCIDENT IN ATCO, and I realize that, as I said to lovely Sharon Payne, back at the 'HTHS' high school that day in the middle nineteen-sixties. Still, this just shows that cosmos is not, as I've claimed all along, al that sensitive to times arrow or (direction), Mister Gene Roddenberry, sir, and Latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!! Now in this murder show which was quite fantastic, as most British shows are, since they are made for the slightly increased intelligentsia amongst the crowds; when the great detective finally figured out the murderer's identity, it was done greatly by figuring out just how he had managed to accomplish one of his feats that seemed quite unexplainable by normal standards. When someone was asleep, he heard noises and voices, and this influenced him in certain ways, and was part of this murderer's plot. But just how this was achieved technologically is the entire point to this counter-striking blog of today! Someone opened up his stereo amplifier and placed a wild tiny bug into it that connected a computer program, and the person controlling this was then able to influence the person who used this. The murderer was able to speak through it from a microphone, as well as play sounds through it such as creaky floorboards and other sound effect noises. Then as the person slept, he heard such things as “kill him” through his own system, because the murderer was speaking this through a microphone. Now maybe this much computer tech was unavailable in 1991 by the civilian population, but it most definitely was not beyond the reaches and capabilities of the MILITUFORCE. That is what the lyrics of the HA-HA-WHO song were all about, Mister Halloween Hollister Joker. Right now this technology is being used against me in two ways at a minimum. First to influence my nabes from hell in unit number 605 to screw with me this morning, and also to block a name I am attempting to think of, as I was going to add in on the prior sentence, Mister H,H. Joker, and ****. They have blanked the name I am trying to remember out of my mind. Many will know who I mean, since it is associated with that wonderful scary festive occasion known as All Hallows Eve, AKA Halloween; YARRRRRR! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR. ETTOS, ETTOS, ETTOS, ETTOS, let us endlessly control the minds of his neighbors, friends, coworkers, and of course, HIS ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make them all hate his guts and forever harass and persecute the little bastard snake, huh world???????? Yes folks, ETTOS from my 1994 so-called fictional book called, THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, stands for Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System.

Yessir Mister Marcucci, you gave me words of wisdom directly, and to so many of your other fans, indirectly. Well, let me scratch my head while I walk out of my Quakertown 1969 cornfield after almost getting lost again, and maybe even attempt to make a great Jamie and Flo Progressive Insurance commercial, yo. All my adult life, I always adhered to the worldly renown expression that I know all who are reading these words right now on this blog, know and heard numerous times. Those words go, “If it ain't broke, don't fix it”. I believe wholeheartedly in this great sound bite of pure unadulterated great wisdom. I personally feel and think however that my attachment to this is because Mister Marcucci said the very same thing. It wasn't until just last night while trying to relax a half hour in my damn ass whittle bathtub, that I came to see this incredible and awesome truth. He said this very same thing, “LET IT BE”!!!!!!!!! Hey man, if it ain't in need of something, then leave it the Dogtown alone, yo!!!!!!!!!! Now why I didn't apply this to my 1994 SARAH NIGHTMARE SITUATION, is anyone's best guess. I could ask the Almighty Goddess to try and have all the guests everywhere to work on that global mystery and just maybe, find the answer laying beneath some wild 'elusive non butterfly-rock'!!!!!!!!!!!! The really great and fantastic query of the ages, is after learning this wonderful stuff from Mister Marcucci, why would I then be tricked and fooled so easily, into destroying the last chance I had in this life as ME RIGHT NOW, to have a little peace of mind and financial security, and go and spend about fifty grand and completely wasting my time trying to locate that mysterious SARAH from my past, in ATLANTIC CITY, and getting utterly wiped out, pummeled, and cremated all to DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!! The only bigger mystery than that, in all of Thisssssssss nightmare, Mizz Erica non Eden-Kane from 1983's AMC, would be THE HOSE. The great mysterious hose of Mister 'HAPPY JOHN KING' and his super daughter MIZZ PAULA???? Just how happy these 'people-entities' are and were is anybody's best guess, or all of the guests' best guesses I'd suppose. Still, in September of 1996, John King insisted that I use that hose before returning to my car that I had parked at his KING DAVID HOTEL PARKING LOT, right near the beach in North Atlantic City, New Jersey, DPAESMWG. I am a true loyal American who does not like to told what I must do unless it comes from a legitimate authority figure, and is the rule and the law, and or it makes some kind of rational sense at least when not coming from such a source. So I did not obey him and his silly hose demand. The sky never fell in and Chicken Little never moved to Steve King's Littletall Township either. But that's not me' ol' pernt, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, sir!!!!!!!!! Me' ol' pernt sir is thisssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two more weird James Redfield events of unexplainable synchronicity happened later on in following years, that all pertained to this original beach day in early September of 1996 with Paula King's wild and 'HAPPY-SUPER' father! For those unable to grasp all the puns here and jokers of Sir Batman and ADAM ZAM CRASH BANG BONG POW SLAM WEST, there was an original television show done in black and white, from back in the nineteen-fifties, and was the original human version or non animated version of the SUPERMAN show, and a particular episode where there was a character who had a plot to kill superman using Kryptonite, and the name of this character in the show, is HAPPY J. KING of all names of the Mister Redfield possibilities factor, imagine that. It is like David Copperfield's wild early 3^rd millennium card trick done on television where the entire audience was somehow ETTOS empowered to think of one particular card, so that Copperfield could then 'GUESS the name of that non-guest CARD'!!!!!!!!!! However before that huge TV stunt was accomplished with this illegal and highly secret MILITUFORCE TECHNOLOGY, there was just the following year when Paula somehow came to me in a MIDSOMER MURDER DREAM with my electronic stuff perhaps being used as discussed earlier on the blog. SHE influenced me to drive down to her street in Atlantic City, TENNESSEE AVENUE that following day, and then SHE WAS RIGHT THERE AT HER FATHER'S PARKING LOT NEXT TO MCGUIRE'S BAR AND HIS PITTSBURGH HOTEL for me to unmistakably see that day on July 12^th of 1997, just as my wild song told about, and the entire government knows about it, and so does the great illustrious COPYRIGHT © OFFICE, because of my music project titled, THANX TO THE SHADOWS!

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Thanx to the shadows.

PAu002237985

1997

Then there was 2008 and the powerful dream on the first day of summer, where I WAS INDEED HOSING MYSELF OFF, outside of some small structure in a parallel universe somewhere. My daughter was inside with some people and some press, telling all sorts of things. And then there was 2009 at the very end of the year, or maybe it was the first week or two in 2010, but in either case, I had another wild dream that sort of connected all these other 'hose' deals, and only really great “Law and Order” fans would understand. I won't bore you with the details of it on this blog. But as for the mysterious hose and the mysterious ETTOS TECHNOLOGY, we shan't forget the other great 2009 incident while I was at my security job at Cifaloglio, and suddenly was 'MIND-INFLUENCE CONTROLLED' to tune to the WAYV-FM RADIO STATION, PAULA KING'S RADIO STATION, and heard her accusing poor sweet old Mister Regis Philbin of threatening her when he was trying to just be really nice to her, following her playing our daughter's great song, or one of her many, actually. Even Mister Copperfield could not do all of these powerful magic tricks. The whole clan is able to pull them off because Bob McGuire made me forget the last name of 'CALLIO' that SARAH had given to me that day in his payphone at his bar.

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Sarah Callio of ACNJ.

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I feel very sorry for the damn idiots of the world that endlessly enjoy laughing and scoffing at both me and my MORIANITY, speaking of ultimate WORDS OF MARCUCCI'S GREAT ALMIGHTY WISDOM, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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No folks, I didn't care, and I always knew it would happen. There was simply zero shock or surprise factor here. “I already knew it”; oh wonderful, marvelous,great, terrific, 1983 United States Copyright © Office. I had no 'L.C. pliens' whatsoever, of mother freaking returning to any GAMBLING CASINOS. I was merely proving to this ignorant and quite blind EARTH-PLANET that indeed, NEGAMAGGING IS VERY REAL, and is absolutely true, and happening to me, in my life; ever since 1986, where the practice of PARALLEL EVENT has been illegally misused and abused by powerful HALLS FAWCES, to obtain an objective. 'HURT POOR ME WITH ENDLESS SIEGE AND PERSECUTION, AND IT BLESSES THEIR WICKED CAPITALISTIG EVIL EMPIRE'. This is why the most wonderful man in the US GOVERNMENT, Senator Bernie Sanders, HATES WALL STREET, AND THEIR EVIL DEMONIC GREED, every bit as much as the Mountainpen does, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! The same magic that Morianity talks about, ETTOS, NAGAMAGGING, ICPE-APRE-TECH, all of it and more, IS ALL EXPLAINABLE. It all has logic and rational reasoning behind how all my claims to this, are being done to me. There truly are NO DAMN MYSTERIES. Well, that's almost true. The one mystery that is indeed left is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss! Why goddessdamn ME? Why AM I under this awesome nightmare HUNTINGTON CURSE??? Shall we explore this, to quote my daughter's people, Mister Razzy Russell MCT of 'wherever' in the magical online ether's of the cyber villages??????????????????

We've worn out the carpets five times over going through the dog stenches of just why the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS do these things, you know, bored to tears with endlessness, distraction, yada, yada, yada, and blee, bluu, blum! This does not explain why ME? Well, the HUNTINGTON family has been used by the astral gods, high energy entities of Purgatory or the (COINS/COILS), ever since this videogame of a sort has been 'created'. Jesus came through or JACKED-IN through the Huntington family line and the early ancestral peeps of its present name, and there always seems to be ONE CHOSEN in this family, FOR SUFFERING. I suppose it is all part of this sick and cruel game, but who can ever know anything for damn ass sure? This will be explored in far greater detail as these blogs ever continue onward, yo!!!!!!!!!! WOW, I haven't experienced the (`~HACK) in a while. DEATH ANGELS by the way are off the scale bad and horrendous again, folks!!!! Well, maybe as the diction goes or endlessly echoes in hallways and chambers in sound recording studios the world over, “Aren't you gonna' take your song with you that we did”? I yelled back, “Keep the rotten thing yourself, it isn't my song, yo”! I wanted to do a brand new version, or my other-me did, of my 1983 Atco, New Jersey song, called, “Don't EF Around With Magnetics”. Gee whiz, imagine that, Mister Marcucci, and Kevin Costner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW. It was a horrible double bubble nocturnal interaction, (nightmare) or (spirit-travel hyperspace experience), however anyone would wish to word the event, Mizz ROSE SHAKESPEARE, YO YO YO YO!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, THIS IS GOING TO BE A CALL 911 DAY FOR SURE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

No great folks, this is NAUT the

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

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BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT and but, it is ANOTHER WORST DAY IN FLORIDA FOR THE POOR SICK ELDERLY MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!

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KEEP FLYING, LOVELY OLD GLORY, AND THE BEST TO MISTER SIR SAMUEL HUNTINGTON, WHO HAPPENS TO BE ME' OL' GREAT GRANDPAPPY NUMBER 7, YO!

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, who are viciously persecuting me with NOISE, BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES, and PERSECUTING the hell out of me, on this day of AUGUST 12, 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. 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!!!!!!!!

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.

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I had two powerful strobe-light dreams, one where I was up at my daughter's house when she was a toddler, and the other was around the same time, or about a year or so earlier, while losing consciousness at my Cifaloglio job for a few moments, and suddenly the moon woke me up as she was shinning right in front of me through the windshield of my car, but just before she came to that position and woke me up, I was at my old apartment of 1118 Linden Hill, a two maintenance men were charging up the stairs to the second level, as there were four units on a lower level and four units on an upper level, and my unit of 1118 was on the upper level, on the right side and in the front closest to the stairs before the landing that led to the rear two apartments, one being the dude who just happen top work at my mom's office out of all of the freaking gin joints, huh Mister McCoy, and that dirt bag Mister Ron Owens who threatened me for talking back to his wife after she gave me holy hell for spilling a tiny bit of laundry detergent in the laundry area one day. Now there was the strobelight-toy that Mariah was playing with in her Suffolk County house that was down the block from my third and fourth cousins house, who had me walk their dog that day of the road trip, in the holiday season of 1972, just before Christmas, while mom and I went up to visit her cousin in law Mister Heinz-57-no sticks Gozzwald-Gottwald, and his wife, my mom's mom's sister, or cousin, or some such relation, who can remember so many mother fucking facts, I speak of my grandmother who died while I was but a child of nine years of age, Mizz Grace Isabel Huntington, and the other lady was Mizz Ruth Huntington, and she married her sweetheart from NYC where she met him while she was employed at the large NYC Library, I think they call it the Stacks today but I am not sure, and they married, and he became the Senior vice President of the worlds second largest bank at the time, the great and powerful CHEMICAL NATIONAL BANK OF WALL STREET, WOW-WOW-WOW, oh lovely wonderful Oprah?! But the strobelight bullshit goes like this, regarding the two powerful dreaming interactions. First there was the one while I was at Cifaloglio, and the maintenance men were running up the apartment stairwell holding weird strobing flashlights that were jerking wildly all around as they were running up the stairs, and then the moon woke me, and the light in the dream became the moon in my face, just as my dad's razor was something in my Pyle Avenue dream that afternoon while I was napping, and then I awoke to him shaving in the bathroom. Then came the year later experience, after coming back to Judge Frank Raso's rental home, at 65 Middle Road, in Berryville-Hammonton Hanging in there Paula WAYV King forest fires, and Mariah was in a small brilliantly lit up closet with some flashing toy that appeared like a strobing light, that was annoying her step father to death, and he blew up and everybody began chasing each other up a staircase in the home, leaving me to make a fast and strategic exit, back to my fourth cuzz, Christopher Myers, and his brother, who was also my fourth cuzz, Scott Myers. Now as Joseph and Daniel and many hyperspace travelers who have been given the ability to crack the codes of properly deciphering the mysterious of hyperspace and its effects and equations that lead to life here where our physical bodies appear to be living in some material plane of existence, I too know and understand that this same strobelight dream in both of these experiences, is because of the connections to both of these locations, a house up on Long Island, as well as an apartment in Lindenwold, New Jersey. Also remember, that a wild interaction also happened in 1975 while I was actually living at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, where a newspaper boy was also charging up that same apartment staircase, and yes, the stair chase in the Long Island house, so we have the running up of stairs, and we have the strobelight that the two maintenance men had in their hands as well as the toy that little Mariah was playing with that day. Then there is also the reality that ever since the mighty knowitall Mizz Hollister moved me from Oaklyn to Lindenwold, the NABE-PROBLEMS took a life of their own, grew roots powered by steroid fertilizer, and grew into inconceivable monstrous mother freaking proportions, as after I left Oaklyn, despite having troubles with the pigs above me, Mister Bob Backer as well as the next door scumbag Ann and her dirt bag hippie hubby, who stole my parking lot area and harassed my mom and I consistently, and even gave my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason a huge shove one day almost injuring him severely as if he had fallen completely back onto the sidewalk or driveway parking lot concrete, he could have even died, and then I would have had that mother freaking bastard for murder, but yes, bad as all of this shit was, Mizz Theresa Pennock, who told me not to mail that CURSE-LETTER to them, my real monster ass freaking hassles with evil demonic cunt lapping nabes began at the Lindenwold address, and to this very day and freaking hour, kind Sheriff Mascara sir, has never ever even tried to look back, yo!!!! People continue to say directly as well as indirectly through junk I see on television that I know is meant for me to hear, that I am stuck in a time warp and I need to get over shit and move on. Total mother freaking imbecilic morons!!!!!!!!!! I'd be glad too if the HALLS FAWCES as well as the goddamn MOTHER FREAKING MILITUFORCE would allow me to ever fucking cunt eating do that, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! To this very day and hour, as per the assault on me yesterday with both of my cunt lapping NABES FROM HELL ON STEROIDS, they go right on persecuting and harassing me to my grave, day and night, forever and ever, and I am not stuck in any freaking butt sucking time warp, as what I am going through is 100% CURRENT, & not some past shit or collection of memories and delusions. This fucking shit never ever goes away, and nobody on this mother freaking asshole EARTH-PLANET would be happier than me, if this freaking horrendous bull stench would somehow be made to stop, and I could be allowed the splendor of living the rest of my tiny pathetic fucking frail little goddamn life, in normalcy and peace. But I am a realist, and I know what I know, YO!!!!!!!!!! As I speak-type at 2:01 this mother freaking totally diseased MOUUUUUUUUURNING, Mortimer Mortino the Angel of Death, is passing by my mother freaking right side, annoying the stench eating hell out me, SHERIFF sir, and of course I know fully well that you have no control over this monstrous android from DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, AKA HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MARK MUD

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The assault and elder abuse is still ongoing, just a tad bit less intense than Friday's monstrous bull stenches, SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Here is the situation, Inspector Henderson” straight from the great fifties black and white television show, regarding the west coast mafia guy, Mister Louigee. There was a quick burst of wall hammering again early this evening, and I am assuming that right after this, MY KITECHEN SINK WAS STRUCK AGAIN, BACK TO BACK, as it was last time this happened, remember Sheriff sir, it was two straight days and times, and then it stopped for weeks just as it had not happened for weeks? I am not making this monster ass crap up, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!! It had to have occurred between just past five and just shy of seven on Saturday evening, as it was a few minutes before seven when I entered my kitchen and saw this attack on me AGAIN, and the last time I was in there to warm up a hot dog on a bun in my microwave oven, the gol darn sink was just fine, Sheriff sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then things were quiet until about a quarter past two on this damn ass Sunday morning, and suddenly I was struck with a major freaking left side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, and then thirty-five minutes later, a gigantic cock roach was sitting on my television set, and the second I so much as moved, it scurried away. Normally, the roaches here are very unafraid of the human species, coming right onto me while I am laying down in bed, and crawling right onto my dinner plate to try and share my food. I took what was left of my RAID CAN SUPPLY, and emptied it all over every single penis licking square inch of my apartment. Hopefully, it will die, but if it is a T3E mini-droid, it will know exactly how to escape and just come back at me another time. Laugh at me all you want to world, and you too BATMAN-JOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I speak the total absolute mother friggin' truth in all of my MORIANITY, me' BRO!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE, and Alligator Haters Anonymous TIMES NINE, or (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, and UNIT #707, who are viciously persecuting me with NOISE, and BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES AND RODENTS, as well as totally destroying WHOEVER IS MESSING WITH MY KITCHEN SINK. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. 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!!!!!!!!

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

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Let me explore some wild bull stenches with you SHERIFF KJM sir, and all other potentially interested BLOGAUDIANS, including the mighty New Group, Alpha Deep Six (NG-ADS) and the gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Jayjay, what can I say; it seems America loves me after all, and even my Canadian friends deserted me. 'NGADS' asked me recently not to discuss his mission here, and that this is why things went beyond nuts for me in this PH Building (not this Patty-57) building mind you, and told me to let the world know that I am incorrect about him being the intelligence agent known as AdeepS. It seems I caused a little trouble in the CIA, and so I am apologizing for that. In any case, who knows, maybe then he is one of the big butter cheeses of the mighty Tellosion Exploratronic Supermind Society. Yessir/mahm, I thought maybe since my First Cuzz Mizz Sandra Mason married the Canadian Citizen Mister Timothy Letterman, that this might have come to light, and some offspring family up there in those great lovely north lands; were maybe reading the Mountainpen. “Oh well”, to quote the illustrious Mizz Ann King Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the great washcloth family of Dogtown. Let me now go and wash my hands of this mess, Mister ultimate fighter David of Smithtown, New York, and Mister Highness Emperor Assistant Pontious Pilate. Not all things can be washed away, perhaps not even with the great blood of my sixty-first great grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter of Nazareth. 'OH BOY'; huh Annihilating ANN??????? Yes, “because I loved Diana”, She said that She would spare the world, for a while anyway. Oh Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, how I love you my endless all powerful TEEN-QUEEN!!!! Lawn Mower Man ll, the movie, rent it at the RED BOX, or buy it on the big Amz and make that rotten multibillionaire playboy jerk even richer. In any event, you will see that we are all basicly living inside a gigantic video game of a sort, and that the gods from Purgatory can simply 'jack into the game' whenever they choose to do it, and have a big blast messing with humanity, all in good clean fun mind you. We also know the reason for it all, to divert and distract their attention away from the inconceivable nightmarish truth about existing in endlessness. The mind of we human beings is another matter all aside from anything yet harped on to much in my nearly fourteen year old MORIANITY-BLOG! What do I mean, maybe you're wondering? Well, in case anyone is, then let me try and be a bit more damn specific about this. We all wish that we could know more than we do, and the Mountainpen is absolutely no exception at all. When I was nearly totally nuts as dog stench back late in 1996, with my SARAH NIGHTMARE on full steroidal rage and passion, leading to my I-Ching Trance, and the Hexagram of Deliverance being thrown, and then leading to my 'trip' with SARAH where she told me, “Let's play a game boy, called GUESS the name of the GUESTS”. Shortly after this happened on 'PH' (not Patty-Hollister) Day of 1996, AKA December the 7^th of the year; I came to write the song in the following year of 1997, called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS”, and most definitely affirmative sir SPELLCHECKER, THANX TO THERMONUCLEAR would be absolutely and completely apropos, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had completely put the great T3E Hollister and family, out of my mind, it was 1997 after-all, a long time after all of the past crap went down. It was Patty who introduced me to what the Christians would call the “dangerous demonic occult world” shortened now by me and my Morianity, to the non THERMONUCLEAR but yessir, the “DDOW”. Not just did she teach me the great NEO-HO-CHANT, but she was directly and quite mysteriously responsible for my shortly following that, ordering a set of cassette tapes that taught me how to use the incredible and unfathomable secret ancient wisdom of “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Burr whom I had met in the early summer of 1973 at the Cherry Hall Mall's great office building, at the computer school that we attended, by the name of Professional Careers Institute, suddenly very shortly after our meeting there, became a Christian. So the magnetic FAWCES of good and evil, in sort of a quintessential operation were now at work around me. Jim Burr was pulling me one way, while Patty Hollister was pulling me the other way. Then came the beach alchemist shortly after I began to use the Fascitar. After this all got going, things multiplexed into unthinkable stuff that no words could ever hope to discuss intelligently. Still, this was the HALLS FAWCES at work with me as the pawn, in an epitome of power and motivation leading to whatever truly is the reason for the 'GASME' to begin with, or the great ASTRAL PLANE GAME OF THE GODS. Something has to be used to distract and divert their attention away from the hellishness of ENDLESSNESS and so this ultimate game, with two ultimate non Smithtown-David-Hand-washing FAWCES and powers of unfathomable and inconceivable proportions was now in play, PUN INTENDED! Now without my being consciously aware at all about my past in Atlantic City or my past up beyond sir ultimate fighting hand-washing dude's place of hail, I was a sitting duck, and a target the size of a solar damn system, for crissake, yo! When I went onto write that 1997 song that was part of the musical copyrighted project called, 'THANX TO THE SHADOWS', I used without even consciously realizing it at all, the same melody from my old 1969 song, called “Burn With Fire”, written for Patty Hollister to sing to me, or at least I was hoping that she might, and even told the musical arranger, after forgetting all of this with my conscious up front thoughts, to Mister Tom Glenn, who had come over to my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill early in the year 1981, to help me do my song, “Love Is For Carpenters” (LOIS-FOCA). You all know this story and I won't bore anyone with any rehashing or reiterations on that topic. Yes, the music from the BWF 1969 song, was used without my up front mental awareness ever even being tuned to that truth, back in the year of 1997. Some peeps might say that reality can never be escaped from. I wholeheartedly freaking concur, yo!!!!!!!!!!!

This was all just one small example here of how not only all things are endlessly tied together and connected cosmicly, but how higher parts of ourselves, OUR SOUL IF YOU WILL; are what really controls a great deal of our human lives as we live here on the Earth-Planet, yo BRO!!!!!!!! And yes Microsoft Spellchecker, you're totally right again, YO BRO and YO BROtherhood!!!!

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Mountainpen's LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

WAXING GOBBOUS 6:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6

F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6

WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5

WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4

WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

NM=NEW MOON

FQ=FIRST FOURTH PHASE

FM=2^nd QUARTER PHASE-FULL MOON

LQ=LAST FOURTH PHASE

WX=WAXING MOON (GROWING LARGER)

WN=WANING MOON (GROWING SMALLER)

G=GIBBOUS OR LARGER PHASE MOONS

C=CRESCENT OR SMALLER PHASE MOONS

FQ, FM, LQ, NM HAVE ONE DAY PHASE

ALL GIBBOUS AND CRESCENT MOONS HAVE EITHER 6 OR 7 DAY PHASES OF SIZE ALTERATIONS.

RED PRINTED PHASE IS THE CURRENT ONE.

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THIS MEANS WAR, CUTTER AND MCCOY!!!!!!!

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