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Sheriff
Mascara, kind sir; 'scammers' or whoever
they are, are back to calling me on my Comcast house-phone system all
the time and trying to rob me and rip me off. The same people who
keep showing up as APPLE COMPUTER as well as Anonymous and then
without any other CALLER-ID info, and my Comcast service won't allow
me to ever stop them, even after I pay them faithfully more than 160
dollars each and every month for my phone-internet-TV service. All
of my life people relentlessly try to take what little I have, and
without their hindrance, I am in major poverty, and they are
out there in some conspiracy trying to endlessly make my life's
situation far worse. my local Staples Store tells me that this is all
ILLEGAL CRIMINALS trying to con me out of money, my kind wonderful
sir, when they tell me my license key is no good, or that my system
has been compromised and or breached. I don't have an APPLE COMPUTER
in the first place. I have told them this over and over, yet they
continue to call and bother me and TRY AND STEAL MONEY FROM ME. What
else is new? I've been taken and robbed all my life by horrible filth
bag jerk off crooks and criminals who should be BURNING UP IN
DOGTOWN,
AKA HELL!!!!! SOSO-WEIN? Then back a season ago in the beginning of
the summer time this year, I had someone masquerading as the
Household Finance Company, who obviously had illegally breached some
financial system records and found out shit regarding my credit info
and history with that company. If this had been real, then I have I
not been served legal papers the way J.C. Penney served me at my door
in 2011 when they filed suit on me and got their default judgment
against me? This is why I said in my previous blog: I have come to
believe after months of not hearing anything
further, that the shit regarding the Household
Finance Company was also nothing but
an ILLEGAL SCAM; SHERIFF KJM
SIR!!!!! They said they were going to sue me, and get a
judgment against me, for approximately
eighty-two-hundred bucks. No legal papers from your Saint
Lucie County Court system ever arrived at my door, nor was there any
knock on my door from any official court officer with certified paper
court documents for me to sign so that a case would then be filed.
Sheriff
Mascara my kind awesome sir, both my upstairs dirt bag bastard
pricks in unit #707, as well as my next
door #605 Construction Company dick
licking shits are annoying me today with their goddamn noise and
dogshit. Next to me went on a door slamming tirade at quarter past
noon that went on for at least a half hour, and upstairs jerk off
mother fuckers are back to sliding heavy furniture across my floor
without any regard to someone below who must endlessly listen to
their fucking absurd pig shit, or as I said before, they all somehow
get together and decide to assault me at the same time to really
pound me into the ground. IF THIS IS NOT
FUCKING ELDER ABUSE, I ONLY WISH SOMEONE WOULD EXPLAIN JUST WHAT IS
THEN; MY KIND SIR AND LEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, more is
behind these magical Copperfield/Blaine OZ CURTAINS, or else again,
someone needs to supply me with a rational and logical explanation to
just why this is all endlessly and forever happening around me, year
in and year out, decade in and decade out, and I won't rip off the
world famous Mister Bob Price Is Right Parker by adding the century
or the millennium heredahelda and HERE!!!! What
I WILL DO FOLKS however, is thissssssssssssssssssssss: And
world forces won't like it, but it IS HIGH
FUCKING TIME WE GET INTO THIS OTHER
NUCLEAR
TRUTH that causes quite
obviously many mental disorders along this same path of logic and
truth, and it really is quite indisputable. I call it the polar
opposite truths of all reality, and it is very powerful as well as
frightening real and monstrous. I promise you that this blog will
take a bite out of these HALLS FAWCES
real Helen 1999 Zebriski GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!!
Some
days are as if these problems that I am experiencing are purely a
psychological delusion on my part, while other days, it is as if a
magical cosmic light-switch is turned from 'OFF'
to 'ON', and POW, the
dogshit is thrown into huge industrial size fans, while I am tied up
in a room smack dab in the mother fucking cunt lapping middle of this
nasty unfathomable mess. It is just as if I am inside a huge
switch of endlessly pulsating and altering magnetic polarity. When
human beings are diagnosed with this type of mirror imaged mental
illness, it is referred to as the patient having a bipolar condition,
and many have them. My life journal back in the nine-teen eighties is
literally filled with entries where after I am given one of these
horrendous assaults by these forever invisible HALLS
FAWCES, I would go from Doctor Jekyll to
Mister Hyde as a direct result, as well. After-all, who
wouldn't have a major cunt lapping negative response to suddenly
having piles of loose stinky dogshit thrown all over them following a
period of nice quiet peaceful life? Speaking of loose stenchy shit,
the brutal assaults on my physical health ever since this hellishness
began against me in 1986, also comes in bipolar fucking waves of on
and off and on and off, and my LIFE CHARTS were actually able to
recognize this monstrous horrible truth, and reflect it back as
numbers and bar or lined graphic charts that would display absolutely
indisputable pictorial picture-graphs of this reality that was
suddenly going on around me, right after President Carter confirmed
to me in a wild nightmare dreaming experience that indeed, I HAD DIED
AND GONE TO HELL!!!!
Speaking
of physical assaults, my health has been struck today, and I
am not only being intentionally being disturbed and harassed by loud
unpleasant noises all around me, but I have been struck with another
nasty ass diareah assault on my pathetic body, Sheriff Kenneth
J. Mascara sir. Interesting how you have those same K.J.
McAllister Publishers Clearing House
1997 Prize Patrol Winner initials, is it naut, kind sit. Life
indeed is forever amazing, fascinating, and monstrously inconceivably
hellish, at least for me since AUGUST 15, 1986,
after I DIED AND WENT TO ETERNAL DOGTOWN, huh Sir? One
positive thing has happened to me however on this BIPOLAR DAY,
Sheriff sir, and I will mention it before moving this onward with
this vely vely vely intelesting subject of all COOLEY H.H. HALL
related mysterious items from my past to present sliding
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir and all other great
fantastic illustrious AATS BLOGAUDIANS; things did seem to move, as
Mister Jim Garrigan seemed to somehow recognize way back in 1970 at
the awesome Haddonfield, New Jersey Bancroft School for exceptional
special education children, at the great COOLEY HALL on Hopkins Lane
at KINGS HIGHWAY, in a very weird two directional way, unlike all
great Sally Starr 1998 WVLT microphones that I discussed that day on
her radio program that obviously the NEW PBS NETWORK would have
loved, since they seem to have gone bonkers and turned their station
into a country-music-only system in recent weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
Mister Garrigan told me that I am always way off over here or way off
over there, and that the truth is always somewhere in the middle. He
said that I was always too far in the polarity range of things and
needed to find a truer middle ground closer to the normally accepted
ranges of parity. His words, not my words, and I have a fantastic
LONG TERM MEMORY. Only the short term memory is losing ground over
the past quarter century or so. This is why I acted the way I did in
the ocean at Atlantic City as discussed in numerous previous blogs,
and numerous other things also. It is even connected to my wonderful
kid's behavior. Patty was always doing supernatural things that would
scare her as a little child. She would then compensate, not with
5555555 numbers to offset the one-numbers that I refuse to even print
in rows as I am aware of the dire fucking cunt consequences that
would result should I do this on this blog pager and today is BOTBAR
FUCKING ENOUGH folks; BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but, she would
then gravitate towards watching scary shows and movies and even
eventually developing a split personality where that part of her
would love those horror shows with a passion. This developed what the
head shrinkers world calls BP disorder. Still, I think this entire
fucking psych thing has been overplayed ever since Sir Sigmund Freud
started this nasty mess. But who listens to my mother fucking
opinions about anything? Mountainpen doesn't know squat. Sure, right,
tell me some other nonsense. I told T.D. Ameritrade back several
years ago that the Dow Jones Averages would climb 5,000 points or so
after the nation elected my arch enemy and distant cousin, Donald
John Trump, to be the 45th President of the United States.
I of course, as always, picked that one RIGHT TO THE LETTER, and did
things that others couldn't do, huh lovely Jennifer Providence Avenue
number 12 Washburn of Atlantic City of all Mister Kent wannabee types
all over the place??????????????? Yessir kind Sheriff, my one
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE positive on this otherwise very NEGATIVE or BOTBAR
DAY ON STEROIDS, is that I can now prevent my mother fucking
computer-mouse from displaying the page eleven of elven shit. It
happens when I scroll the page to better view the blog as the pages
keep changing as I keep typing on these blogs. All I need to do is
just keep typing my blog around the time that it is near to page
eleven, and then after it is well past page eleven, I can look for
any spellchecker error red wavy lines and correct them then. It is
not worth worrying about doing it and getting screwed by that wicked
bitch Mizz Fondabraves Baseball Parks. To me 1993 was yesterday, and
actually to me, 1973 was fucking just yesterday also.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
folks; when you clearly remember
speaking to an almighty PINK GODDESS more
than thirteen-thousand years ago, in a
lovely garden over in that great bipolar city area, that
is separated by a narrow strait of water where Asia sits on one side,
and Europe sits on the other side of this non-magnetic polar truth of
endless opposites, a measly half century or less seems to be a
flash in the pan or a memory of the second gold rush at the end of
the nineteen-seventies. Beep beep, hot stuff, and wonderful disco
queens named we love the white boys,
Donna; all not withstanding heredahelda,
and here, yo!!!!!!!
Still,
the most powerful thing folks deny is the
impossible, you know, for lack of better verbal terminology,
'MIRACLES'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If
Christ were to come back today, he would be considered to be
'Mister Blaine' or 'Mister
Copperfield'. We all remember the great television show, 'Next
Generation Star Trek',
entitled 'The Devils Due',
with that lovely Ardra! I said way back
in 1971 that super high technology or 'electronic powers', were what
was really going on with all things, even this so-called almighty GOD
of ours, AKA Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle,
and yes, she even spelled out that great last name of hers in that
wild experience she gave me while I was 'sleeping' in December of
1969, you know Mister Childress, the exact time the original Project
Bluebook was shut down, and I for one don't mother fucking
believe in coincidences, not like this one, YO!!! Miracles
are always explainable with super high technology. I spoke
those words in the early seventies, shortly after meeting Patty
Hollister's friend from Ziggy's jetty in Atlantic City who I have
called the alchemist in jest since I do not know who he truly was,
only that he could vanish into nowhere like the morning mists of
early September when the sun would slowly rise up to clear the skies.
Someone or something, Captain James Tiberius Kirk, in the HALLS
FAWCES ASTRAL WORLD GROUPATION of ultra
high energy entities (COINS AND COILS), wanted me to HAVE ALL
OF MY 'SEVENTIES' experiences, and of course my sixties and eighties
ones as well, as without these, the nineties would have been
meaningless, and thus, the GASME GAMES
would never had been able to have taken off and become the powerful
shit that it indeed did in fact become. Not just for me mind
you peeps, but for ALL OF YOU AS WELL. Until my 1802 Robin Hill shit
happened, nobody ever cared about their favorite artists BEFORE
they were the stars that they were, or BEFORE
any other magical dish cleaning liquids, or
Copperfield/Blaine/Donna Summer white-boy song
equations entered into any of the mixes, musical and not-so
musical mixes that is. This is simple truth,
and I know it. I don't need the approval of any
billionaires, playboy scumbags, musical artists, or fake cousins
named Funny-Face Dennis Snyder from up in Jersey; to
verify any of that for me, naut now, and naut any time soon, great
folks out here yo! I never have used anything that does not
belong to me. If I use something, it is MY OWN
PERSONAL PROPERTY, taken from conversations legally recorded in one
party consent states at the time of the recording, and
all of Quanico Labs can check it all out and verify it. I
don't have to hide from anybody, yo, not even Doctor Jekyll. No, I
don't know the proper spelling of that wonderful FEEBEE LAB, and no,
the goddamn Mike Soft Spellchecker system was of no help to me
either, so I spelled it as I've heard it pronounced from time to
time. I know I have seen it in print, but very rarely, not enough to
make that permanent etching into my conscious waking world memory
system. SO SAHWEE old ex-landlord Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas, and
to your coworker team as well.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
I
may not be the great Kid-Dy-NO-Mite-Jay-Jay Evans. There's no
dispute about this on my part, and so I won't even attempt to argue
it. Still, all of these things led to the Cooley
High, following my four year
stint at the Cooley Hall.
Yes, there are zillions of coincidences that I
do not believe in, and you may definitely count
this as one of them. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, are
there places where coincidences are indeed quite totally legitimate
and real? Of course there are. There is no such
thing as NEVER, not to an existor,
and we're all existors, or as Morianity calls us, “Purgatites”.
Before moving along with this, my nabes are annoying me this Saturday
afternoon with lots of doors and in and out activity. ROACHES of
course follow suit, and are all over the place; but this is par for
the gash darn stinking course, to quote my late
and great Aunt Geraldine
Snow
Mason! One nice thing is
that it's only freaking seventy-one degrees today, and the sun is
beginning to creep ever and ever lower now, in the middle autumn
skies; so it won't be getting hotter like it was yesterday while I
was out on some local errands, and making me perspire my dog gone
testicles off!
I
was in Atlantic City; and for
absolutely no reason whatsoever, I
was assaulted by these two lifeguard
mascot scumbags, and then mocked and jeered by the entire beach
patrol, along with the Atlantic City
Police Department; on that hot
summer day back in 1975. I know now that Paula King,
and Sarah Callio, and other local
forces, told these dudes to kick the
junk out of me that day. I
cannot prove this of course. But my point is that as these dirt
bag mother loving big butt dudes were roughing me up on the beach
that day, as well as scaring me to death later, on land, on Pacific
Avenue, right by a small motel that I ran into, and locked myself in
the bathroom, while the owners called the freaking cops for me; but
these dirt holes grabbed me around MY
NECK, symbolizing CHOKING
of course. Now anyone who meticulously studies the great
holy words that are written in the Christian
King James Version of the Bible, knows quite gash darn well,
that all throughout this great book, the entire theme of it is all
about great prophets, being given great
revelations, of great symbolizing messages; that pertain to a
time yet to come; where this Almighty God is planning to visit our
planet, as a human being; and I speak of our
LORD, JESUS CHRIST. The entire thing is about symbolic
messages of God's journey to our world through the womb of
a young lady; the blessed Mary, mother of
God. So if this entire thing is all about SYMBOLISM,
then please don't dismiss stuff, when I say that all of this is
totally major symbolically connected, right
down to this assault on me, and my
being neck-grabbed or (CHOKED)!!!!! Thank You very much my
kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
how many coincidences are just that, in my life, and how many are
not? my 1991 coworker Mister Arthur Crane, springs to my mind, as I
type that question out. He told me once, “Mark,
you're imagining very little if any of the junk that's happening
around you”. That's a quote, Mister Adam Schiff of 'L&O'.
I also don't believe the Quantum-World is loaded with random chance
items either, well, the majority of them anyway. They appear to be
random scientifically, yes. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
ARE THEY REALLY RANDOM????????? Was the library
hack in 2010 following the strange “BUT”
word on my daughter's 2009 movie, truly a RANDOM
item? You'll forgive this poor old dumb butt blogger, hopefully; for
not buying into that nonsense for a golly-gee whiz microseck, because
kind folks, I absolutely know, this was no
coincidence. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
on top of that, then this same wild hack got onto my MicroSUCKS
Spellchecker system a week or so ago. LIKE WOW and like
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Before
I would even hope to seriously go on with the discussions of
symbolism, synchronicity, and coincidence, on a level where an
enlightened soul realizes that life does not contain such things, but
actually exists AS such things; I would have to be totally
convinced that a serious number of Blogaudians, actually read books,
written in the nineties by the author and great
Father of the New Age, Mister James Redfield. Then we could
have a much truer meeting of the minds, without endless shadows of
doubt being formed in the mind of my Blogaudians as to, 'well,
that's all just nut-case whack-job Mountainpen's opinion'.
Instead, you would then come to realize, that a
serious, and well educated man; totally believes
everything that I am discussing herein.
LORDY-LORDY-LORDY, the entire nasty ass mess of one Mark Wayne
Mountainpen Huntington Mohr can be summed up almost as the
king-ordered condensed soup of “They lived, they suffered, they
died”, only with one other small added touch in the mix of great
life's cooking ingredients. That is that some people appear to be
closer connected to the cosmos, and the cosmos appears to be
extremely BIPOLAR. Now taking this into a mental image for further
perusal and cogitation; we arrive immediately at the point where a
child in the middle of a Trump tantrum-rant can plainly and clearly
see even better than the world famous Mister Johnny Nash, that
Morianity had to come along in the 3rd Millennium, and
whatever it took to successfully engage and complete that objective,
well, it took, and it needed to happen. At least this must be the
mindset of those lovely HALLS FAWCES.
Please remember too, AATS folks; the HALLS
FAWCES are the COINS
and the COILS of the Purgatory, the
higher energy entities of the great unfathomable ASTRAL-PLANE.
The Milituforce on the other hand, is
the groupation of EARTHLY human beings
who know somewhat about all of this, and are doing all that they can
possibly do to keep the global population from ever becoming
enlightened to this inconceivable nightmare on endless buckets of
super steroids, cubed, Cuban, and again
re-squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
past few nights, I have been on the beaches
of Atlantic City, AGAIN, as well as on the Pennsylvania
Starburn property. The night before last, my older
daughter was there. She had purchased two boxes of some wild looking
exotic cheese, and was with myself and another person, and we were
walking around; and she asked me if I would do her a favor. I
am not able to safely blog any more about this wild experience,
other than to say that it was more vivid and lucid of a
dreaming-interaction, than even the ones that I
was having a lot in the later part of 2008, and into the year 2009,
while I was back living with her distant cousins, the Kings. David
Roth was also there, and was totally different than the past five
years or so in dreaming-interactions. I concluded that this is
because I was in that particular parallel
universe where I have Starburn
operating. Cousin Donald
was never born in that universe. Makes anyone who takes any of this
seriously, really wonder? When I wrote my book in
1994, called, “The Permission
Barrier”; I 'created' a lot of
'P4E' realities around me. I created hospital patients and
their bizarre behavior towards me, the Hammonton, New Jersey
automobile accident, and the re-airing of the great soap-show of the
sixties-'Dark Shadows' on the Syfy
Channel; to mention a mere slice in this wild esoteric bread
loaf! Phase 4 Entities or (P4E),
are Astral Plane entities (Purgatites),
who attempt while they dream out into this nuclear hyperspace, to
do it in cheated ways that make them superior to others,
in this dream here of waking life, or breaking other similar types of
rules in the Lawtronic system, that is built into everything. Some
have asked me, well then MOUNTAINPEN,
who built this? Let me tell you. The Lawtrons are
counterparts. We are the Lawtrons, asleep here while we 're-energize'
so to speak. Einstein's great and trustworthy formula in reverse,
says that we need to eventually dream here because we run out of our
energy there, because Plank time has the
tiniest little bit of electron-mass and time inside of it,
just enough to cause energy expenditure after enough endless Astral
interactions. Those of us who are in the
minority, and attempt to dream here breaking the rules; are no
different than the minority of
criminals right here. Their punishment is that instead of
getting to dream the way the rest of us do here; they
become the fantasy-part of the rest of us; such as our
wildest dreams, and all of the great things that authors write, and
musicians compose; the entire 9-yards, or 324
inches as Morianity calls it. So with all of this said,
when we go to sleep and have dreams (dreaming-interactions), as
TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS; is this really some
random deal? The same people who think that life is all really and
truly just a jumbled up random of zillions of chance encounters with
events and situations would say YES. I
of course, the Mountainpen, SAY NO!
I do not buy into that random junk for a lousy teeny tiny wee
microseck; my kind folks!
Now
when we take a much larger picture of the entire fifth dimension,
we can see things a lot truer. Just as
inside any one universe, we, or those awake and alive; appear to be
living and interacting with those whom we know and deal with on a
daily basis, and things appear to have a large
cohesiveness to them, at least for the most part. We don't
suddenly drive down a road, and then the road turns into a gigantic
pizza pie. Fine. But that is only because we
ARE DEALING IN ONE REALITY, or parallel universe, inside of
the gargantuan fifth dimensional hyperspace that makes up our world
and universe, along with countless endless other ones. I
am not saying that becoming a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON,
won't allow us to indeed have more effect and control over our larger
fifth dimensional beingness, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
I am saying, to all Libraries and HACKERS everywhere; THAT
indeed, most of us mere mortals, living (dreaming)
out here, in the nuclear carbon programmed universe of eventuality;
are just exacting their beingness in a true fifth dimensional way,
and only aware of this fullness in
three-D. It is this lack of enlightened awareness that is
causing us all to be stuck in only three
dimensions, NOT some LAWTRONIC system that is like some
super cosmic cop. We are our own cops, on many
things that we don't realize this to be. We build many of
our own prisons. Morianity is hoping to
tear a lot of them down, eventually. Here's
to hoping!
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here to Sag Harbor, New York,
THERE
TRULY MUST BE A CODE
BREAKING BOOK
SOME PLACE
that tells these things nice and clear and right out in the damn ass
open for crissake, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!! WHAAAHA- AHA. This
wild code breaking book
explains the December
day in 1969,
why Morianity had to come to exist in Millennium-3, and why PINK
GODDESS
chose poor old mountainpen to do what he is doing right here at the
present, not that it is naut always the magical present of the
EVER-NOW! It is even why SHE cannot look upon SIN, as the great
BIBLE'S HOLY WORDS profess as absolute truth of omnipotent power. It
is why UH Tech is truly one and the same thing with this omnipotent
power as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!! Stop one of the two polarized realities
of the cosmos, and you will unleash that absolute omnipotent power,
and THAT folks, IPY!!!!
The
great man of wisdom and perhaps one of the top dogs of any time in
hyperspace, in the mighty dirt bag EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S
EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT,
MISTER
COUNT VON-MARCUCCI,
would say it best, “If
it ain't broke, don't fix it”,
or no, wait a minute yo, he said the same thing but used a different
groupation of wordage, did he not? He said, “LET
IT BE”.
So tell me, or SOOOOOOOOOO tell me Mister Crane sir, what's the damn
ass diff, yo?????????????????????????????
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being
one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going
back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to
deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
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When you open your eyes
underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well, I did drown in 1995,
in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland
Avenue.
SHERIFF
MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, YO YO YO YO YO
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OR
RUN FOR THE ROSEANN DELANEY'S BEFORE SHE TAKES A BITE OUT OF
MARCUCCI'S SHAVING KIT AND RAZER, YO!
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IF
YOU PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, AND TANKS!
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Yes
peeps, the trial ended that I served one day of
JD on, and yes, I did tell you,
so like the movies in the good old days; you
can now waltz out of the theater after you read the rest of
this CAPPED IN blog from a month ago or
so. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY.
How about we do a spoon dance, lovely girl??????? I am not legally
permitted to say what I want to say, and it all fits together in wild
ways, causing me to wake up a short while back today, and cry abnd
ball like a little pathetic baby. When I am allowed to tell it all in
about three weeks and after I thoroughly check out that I am, and
that's all that I can say now about this, then I will CAP this page
into a blog from up then in the near future, and then from there,
I'll proceed to tell a major story. I am allowed to say this much.
After I left where I was in the early evening yesterday, and began
walking to the railroad tracks where I had parked my car in a
township parking garage, yo, I was troll-kidnapped in a matter of
speaking. It lasted about a quarter of an hour and there was nothing
that I could do about it except for sweltering in a hot suit jacket
in a feels like 105 temperature, sweating my testicles off, and
waiting for a stuck-train to get out of my way and allowing me to
pass so that I could get to my car. There was absolutely no way to
get across since the train was just sitting there, hundreds of cars
long, blocking the way. WOW what a lovely day I had yesterday,
perhaps calling it somewhere between super botbar, botbar on
steroids, and super botbar on super steroids, would come close to
being accurate as well as appropriate. Lots of memories from my past
hellishness came flooding back as a result of where I was and what
was being spoken,and again, until early September somewhere or maybe
not until the middle of it, I CANNOT TELL ANY MORE ABOUT THIS, not
and stay on this side of prison bars. Another WOW and another
WEEEEEEEEEEE, huh, lovely Oprah Winfrey, yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!
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LQ=LAST
FOURTH PHASE
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MOON (GROWING LARGER)
WN=WANING
MOON (GROWING SMALLER)
G=GIBBOUS
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FM, LQ, NM HAVE ONE DAY PHASE
ALL
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FROM
THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC)
REPORT
FOR FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, FKA (FORMERLY KNOWN AS), THE USA!
WEATHER
REPORT AT *********
Temperature:
-----------** D.F.
Heat
Index: --------------** D.F.
Humidity:
--------------**%
Sky
Condition :-----**********
Winds:
---- WITH GUSTS.
Predictions:
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Moon
Phase: **********
My
upstairs fucking noisy pricks are moving furniture again. Speaking
of such dogshit, it might be the mother fucking maintenance crew.
They NEVER
CAME BACK HERE FRIDAY OR MONDAY
to give me the venetian blind replacements that they promised to
bring me. This hellhole shithouse is a real fucking trip, to use the
old sixties hippie-trippie-dippie expression from the past. I
am planning TO MOVE OUT OF THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING PLACE just as soon
as I can save enough goddamn fucking doe to do it,
SHERIFF K.J. Non McAllister Mascara, sir!!!!!!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
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 of my enemies that are
viciously persecuting me
FOR
THE PAST
TWO SOLID YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS
AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, ON
THIS 24 SEPTEMBER,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME ANOTHER DIAREAH
ATTACK , AS WELL AS THIS HORRENDOUS NOISE
ASSAULT ON ME, IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE
BUILDING, WITH FULL POWER ON THE UNIT #605 ENEMIES; on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719,
G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
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.
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1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
Yes
this shit seems to all be coming from where else BUT THE COCK
SUCKERS NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT 605 AT THEIR ILLEGAL 605
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY APARTMENT, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
DRILLS,
HAMMERS,
IT THIS ABSOLUTLEY MOTHER FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE WHAT THESE PRICKS
OVER THERE IN THAT ENEMY APARTMENT DO CONSTANTLY AND MOTHER FUCKING
CONTINUALLY; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND THIS IS INDEED A
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