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Enemy
MILITUFORCE sub-scum, blew out my
damn bowels earlier today, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!
From
here to Sag Harbor, New York;
THERE
TRULY MUST BE A 'CODE
BREAKING BOOK'
SOME PLACE,
that tells these things nice and clear; yes all the things that
mystify all of us, and for me, just
who the MILITUFORCE truly is, and just YYYYYYYYYYYYY they hate me,
and have made it their LIFE
FUCKING MISSION
TO UTTERLY WIPE
OUT AND DESTROY
THE LIFE OF MARK
WAYNE MOHR!
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In
December
of 1982,
I was magically led at a dentist's office one day, to a magazine in
their waiting room, and an advertisement in it from the great
INTERNATIONAL
MOBILE
MACHINES
CORPORATION,
& now called the 'INTERDIGITAL CORPORATION',
displaying a fantastic telephone
screening machine
that would be perfect for someone like me, who was getting, even
back then,
lots of annoying
and weird telephone calls;
by forcing callers to enter what was called, a 'PRIVECODE
NUMBER'
in order to successfully complete their call and make the system
ring. Hence, the
reason for AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau's
wonderful
Miss Blake,
in the following year. Even with the machine, the problem did not go
away, and thus in
May of 1983, I became connected with Miss Blake,
and the entire © Office has a copy of part of this nightmare deal,
even to this very day of 5 September up here in the year of 2019.
Whether this was the greatest three-hundred dollars that I ever
spent, or NAUT, it was most definitely the most wild and incredible
three-hundred dollars ever spent in the lifetime of the Mountainpen!
I had a very long way to go in my 'cosmic journey', Sir Count Andreas
Petofi, from those days and times, in so far as my knowing what I
know today. Still, I know basicly nothing at all. The same major
queries stare me down relentlessly, and perhaps always will until the
die that I physically die. Who exactly is this HALLS FAWCE against
me, and just exactly what did I ever do to them or anyone else, to
deserve their unfathomable mother fucking wrath on hyper-steroids? My
mind is indeed an open channel, and I've received many wild 'thoughts
and signals' since the days and times of the great PRIVECODE MACHINE
and its incredible and inconceivable after effects. But I still am
totally clueless to the two most intriguing questions as listed
above, and I believe that I will die in that state of wonderment
also. Even without this pressing weight and pressure of this on my
mind, MIND is still a form of absolute weight and gravitation. The
reasons for my saying as well as believing this, cannot be summed up
in one blog, short, intermediate, or very lengthy. A
dozen years ago, some peeps in the scientific community were
discussing STG or space-time-gravity. They were were champions of
Morianity, and that is because MIND
IS
GRAVITY.
This may not seem to be a rational plausible possibility to many, but
I assure you that it is the truth. When a sufficient level of mental
pressure is reached as in the case with me while residing at the
Somerdale-Death-House
at 112 Harvard Avenue,
from the end
of August of 1996 through the end of March of 1998;
and I was going through the indescribable and unparalleled misery of
my recently additionally acquired burden, that we might call my
“SARAH
NIGHTMARE”;
I actually reached a level of pressure that caused what some in the
scientific community would perhaps think of as critical pressure, as
in critical mass in atomic physics. When I could not take one more
infinitesimal part of this excruciating intense agony, I suddenly
began to lift off of my bed one night in my bedroom, at this house. I
told this story at least one other time, on an older blog, back on my
original PRE-FLORIDIAN-BLOGS.
On that night, I believed in STM, and I knew without fractional
hesitation, that indeed, MIND=GRAVITY. Naturally this is much more
complex and involved with countless multiplexed scientific as well as
humanly relatable situations, that would take years to blog and who
would ever read it all? Still, I will move this along as the year of
2019 continues and closes out, as we now are entering the beginning
of its final third period in time, that is in
the human illusion of
SPACE-TIME-MIND!
The
temperature this week is going to sizzle in my part of the planet.
Today got up around 93 with a feels like temp that was ten degrees
hotter, and tomorrow, it is predicted to reach close to 105 and feel
just about a buck and a dime. Isn't
life just grand,
Mister
David Charles Roth,
to quote you from the nineteen-nineties? Yeah, real grandchildren
grand; huh there Microsoft Spellchecker? Imagine that, and yes
Chester Frank sir, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!But
no, not 'thermonuclear',
Mike Soft, let's not get that darn carried away, Ernie Merker Fawces
from 'DogtownITE' Dogtown!!!!!!!!!!!!
not
only the great COOLEY HH HALL educators themselves were unfathomable
and beyond hot ass wild, but so were the things spoken and done BY
THEM, from Dave Smith, to Marola, to Garrigan, to Marcucci the great
Liverpool Count, to Dock Knight, to Dock Faulk, to Eckstein; and on
and on I can go 'heel'. Still, Sheriff
Mascara sir,
if
you can provide me EVER,
with some fantastic and or rational explanation, to why
Marcucci took me out into the hallway,
beyond earshot of my classmates, one autumn day in 1969, and said to
me, and I quote him absolutely verbatim here, “You
know Mark, you could be a father, chronologically”,
well, and yes out of the blue with nothing that would remotely have
prompted him making that incredible statement, please
sir; go right ahead and give it to me!!!!
I'd weelwee wove to heel lit, and yes silwee Wabbit, I weelwee would,
Mister Elmer Fwudd sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-Alligator
Haters Anonymous!!!!!!!!! Boy do I have one hell of a hyperactive
Mister Dock Lockner Flint Star Trek Rhytalin 'IMAGINATION', in or out
of all hyper space mechanic musical high schools.
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Yes
any
fourteen year old boy could be
that indeed, but how
did you know
that I in fact was a proud papa kid at that tender age, and also, why
were you even concerned,
unless all my ideas and explanations have at least some merit and
value, that discuss this fantastic and unfathomable Educational
Department of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY?
Yes 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????????? Hey folks, maybe the great Hurricane Dorian
slammed a brick into my brain when I wasn't looking, but do I or
don't I have quite a case here with all of these things that I have
openly talked about publicly and willingly shared with all of you at
the risk of total embarrassment and complete sociological
ostracization, should eventual facts come out to prove me all totally
wrong?????????
The
mighty Albert Einstein
who is most renown and loved for his energy
equals mass times the speed of light squared
formula, allowing the so-called 'good-guys'
to eventually go on and win
the great Second World War;
believed wholeheartedly that the true and absolute definition of
insanity is to believe that things will change if we continue doing
the exact same thing over and over and over again, you know, CONTINUE
TO DO THE SAME,
CONTINUE,
CONTINUE, CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously the mighty evil demonic MILITUFORCE knows just how true and
powerful THESE TRUTHS REALLY ARE, as they use this in my life, and
always have, and obviously ALWAYS GODDESSDAMN WILL. They know what
works, and
they endlessly 'CONTINUE'
using those tools and techniques applied against me, the ETTOS, the
ICPE-APE-TECH, the keep him down and oppressed and poor, the MIND
CONTROLLING TELLOSIAN
powers to make those around me hate me, and just want to wipe me out
forever, and so on. Why
fix it if it ain't mother sucking broke?
This is the whole damn thing wrapped up in a total nutshell, the
entire 27 feet and 324 inches, or as most would say, the whole damn
nine yards, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHH!!!!
Funny-funny-funny,
huh lovely huge tits Sheila Franklin.
Maggie
will get whoever hurt my health again today, and
THAT,
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
mother fucking top of that, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, when I tried to go
up on the net to post the blog, I was MAJOR FUCKING ILLEGALLY HACKED
BY BLACK HAT MILITUFORCE HACKERS, and had to manually force a
CUM-PUKE-HER SHIT DOWN, so that I could unfreeze and fix shit, and
then come back up here, so now since these diseased prick eating
shits want TOTAL WAR WITH ME, they can fucking cunt have it, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!
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
ON
THIS 5
SEPTEMBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME,
WIPING OUT MY HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH BEAM STRIKE, HACKING
MY COMPUTER, AND ALSO CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY
TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AT UNIT #605,
AS WELL AS WHOEVER IS BRINGING ME
RODENTS AND ROACHES, 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.
END
TRANNY; YA SWEET ROTTEN GRANNY.
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NOTE J1
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POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
5
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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
ON
THIS 5
SEPTEMBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, CAUSING
ME A NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AT UNIT
#605, AND ANY OTHERS IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, & WHOEVER
IS BRINGING ME RODENTS AND ROACHES, 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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NOTE E1
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MORNING
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
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RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
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GLOBAL
POPULARITY MAP IN SHADED
GREEN
RATIO DEPTHS, NO LONGER CURRENTLY ACCESSABLE AS THEY WILL NOT CUT AND
PASTE IN (CAP-IN).
These
diseased pricks over in UNIT #605 began hammering on my
mother fucking walls and slamming their doors around twenty past
eleven, and it went on for an hour, SHERIFF MASCARA, the ILLEGAL
605 CONSTRUCTION COMPANY AT WORK!!!!!!!!! SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, or
spelled out as,
SAME
OLD SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, SAME SHIT ON A DIFFERENT DAY!!!!!!!!!
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY; SHERIFF K.J.M. SIR!!!
My
'dreams' where I'm back at the DELLWAY
ARMS
APARTMENTS
are on a real roll, and so are 'DREAMS' with my mother, who
just turned 100 years old if she were still alive and here on the
EARTH-PLANET, back on the third, yo. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir
CHESTER-FRANK, YO BRO!!!!!! That goddamn stinking rotten (`~HACK) is
a real royal pain in my butTERCHEESE
BUT, Sir Archie Bunkerqueens, Latengrate
Banker Cuzz Heinz Gottwald, and Sir Fred
Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I EVER NEEDED SOME MAJOR BIG-ASS GODDESSDAMN HELP SIR, IT IS RIGHT
NOW TIMES FIFTY FIVE VIGINTILLION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!
Mister
Tesla, who died while renting a
NYC hotel room
by the number of 2733,
and yes, as per HIS
REQUEST, is the only other human
being that the LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA
Z. ARTEEMIS ever
told about HER
magical '27' number.
For him, it was part of some huge equation that helped him go onto
invent a machine that eventually could send electrical power by
signal instead of by wire, just
as cellphones and TV and radio and internet all now works through.
Now all of this is just the beginning of a story that lasts millions
of eons, and plays out on a stage that was recognized by the literary
god Mister Shakespeare, and that my Morianity has attempted to
scratch the surface of by telling many numerous things for nearly
fourteen years now on a blog. You may all not see the connecting
dots, but then, we don't see many things. You cannot “SEE” germs,
electricity, nuclear radiation, and numerous other things either, not
without aides that only came into existence during approximately one
percent of recorded human history, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, HOTEL
ROOM #326,
when converted into
DIGICODE!!! Perdy
dern close to 327 may I add, and yes, last night there
I was AGAIN, back in some transdimensional world at some alternate
reality 1802 ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS. Hey yo, I do not
know why lightning in human form did what she did while I resided in
that ATCO, NJ-USA rental home, BUTTERCHEESE but, I do indeed know
what HER
BIRTHDAY IS, as it is
only a day off of my kid's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From
now on, only the Ancient Astronaut Theorists Society are invited
cordially to my blogs. Everyone else is of course welcome, but I am
no longer writing to any of you. Whether life is about complex things
that are only discussed in great laboratories, or simply a couple of
friends sharing gossip over a damn cupajoe, yo, SPACE-TIME-MIND
or (STM) abbreviated, is a powerful reality; and until the
mighty Einstein realized that space and time was a connected fabric
of truth, and we began calling it space-time,
it was still two separate things, space and time and maybe soon or at
least someday out in photon projection (the future), STM may be
recognized as well. If not, well as spoken in that fantastic law show
(L&O), regarding the lovely legs of some girl in a NYC bar, “Stay
stupid”. I ain't got a gun at
anybody's ribs.
STM
is real because we are existing mind here in cosmos, trapped in that
space-time fabric. This makes the bigger picture of a connectedness
and that being, space-time-mind. MIND cannot be created on any
computers, and this is because it is not from here. If it was, by now
with all of these wild powerful technological advancements in
computer science, we would have been able to really make a computer
thinking brain, and not merely a set of complex algorithms that
simulate or synthesize real brain thinking processes. A dozen years
ago, some peeps in the scientific community were discussing STG or
space-time-gravity. They were were champions of Morianity, and that
is because MIND IS GRAVITY. This may not seem to be a rational
plausible possibility to many, but I assure you that it is the truth.
On
top of my daily mother fucking misery on steroids, jury duty last
Monday, the cancellation of an urgent meeting with the Miami college
professor regarding a fantastic non LARRY-LEE business idea,
tremendous attacks and assaults on my physical health, I have a nasty
mother fucking cunt huffing Atlantic Storm bearing down on me, with a
big fat cock sucking BULLS EYE right on the Treasure Coast and my
town of fucking goddamn FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA! This is of course WHY
THE STOCK MARKET IS FLYING DUE TO THIS HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKING
RELENTLESS PARALLEL EVENT BETWEEN THE DOW JONES AND THE CAPITALIST
SWINE-PIG BUSINESS WORLD AND MYSELF IN A REVERSE-DIRECTION. But it is
also, and yes butTERCHEESE big ass butt but,
a part of STM. My mind right now at so
called present time, is sort of reflecting the truth that all is
well, and the only thing that went wrong for me at least, was not
being able to get to Miami as planned. While I was in the middle of
this uncertainty and misery however, my mind was focusing on that.
The two truths were only separated by my MIND. When we do meditation,
and we begin to see how time does not work in true separate pieces
but rather in a reflection image to our mind; the clarity of this
powerful truth can actually separate that so-called reality that we
are stuck inside of during life. Not all meditations are that deep,
and I am not advocating any longer that folks should try doing things
such as the Fascitar to prove that my
Morianity is all real and true. I am however merely stating the
obvious, that is for those with half a brain. It is only MIND that
creates STM here in cosmos. In real truth, that brain inside of you
is a bunch of complex goo, that permits
electricity to run throughout its 'magical' borders, and allow
us to invert the great formula, leaving the Purgatory for a short
burst of dreaming interactions along a fifth dimensional fabric of
hyperspace or a gigantic locale containing virtually limitless
parallel universes, some similar to ours and some not so similar. The
great formula is only seen in one direction of the potentially
inverted math function. This is simply the truth that our true
existence spiritually in endless purgatory is divided by the square
of the constant, and this is done by the electrical interaction into
that magic goo-brain we all have. M=E/C SQ. Even the great genius
never saw that truth, because the gods who gave him this fantastic
wisdom perhaps were waiting for me to come along and tell these
truths to a blind humanity. That is what Morianity is about. That is
why I have and I will go on calling it, the RELIGION
FOR THE THIRD
MILLENNIUM.
I believe Sir Chester-Frank would have a very appropriate saying
right about now, for this: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The
mighty, great, and vely illustrious Mister Jim Burr, always insisted
back in the nineteen-seventies, that Electromagnetic
forces were NOT behind the 'spirit world', but rather existing
because of it. His exact college genius words were, and I am
quoting here, “I see pitchforks and devils
behind the curtains of all of your electromagnetic stuff, Mark.
Magnetics is not behind the supernatural, the supernatural is behind
magnetics”. We talked like this together quite a lot
throughout the seventies. What a total fucking moron windbag, and I
was a fool for entertaining his absurdity. Still,
I see the pattern of the GASME in and through all of this.
That is because I had him pulling me one way just as hard as
possible, while concentrically, the mighty and wonderful Mizz
Patricia Hollister was pulling me super hard in the opposite
direction towards chants, candle talks over at the Jerry, magical
foods to partake at exact times and dates, and last but by no means
whatsoever least, the mighty powerful
FASCITAR! My dad came back from Louisiana around this same
time when this was happening. I had not seen him for a decade from
age nine through age nineteen. Suddenly, he is back, and for
absolutely no apparent rational rhyme or reason. Then at the end of
the seventies, poof, as if programmed by the
mighty HALLS-FAWCES, with some help from Albert Einstein and a few
other nice genius EMF folks, poof, that's that, Mister Esolph,
replaced of course by ATCO, wild dreams, windy houses, and
zillions of paranormal unexplainable fucking items that seem to all
be connected up to this one entity of three magical ladies. Also,
when I went to stay overnight at Selena
Dada's rooming house on Stenton Place, in South Atlantic
City, and pow; along came the great and mighty mind transmitting
alchemist, or 'WHOEVER HE WAS', who
could come and go like magic, as well as place the incredible 'LAW
OF 1' into my mind by
'mental magic', AKA telepathic 3434343434-MC
or TELLOSIAN
MIND
CONTROL. Good old
34, the forever inescapable digital combination from DOGTOWN
or at least from the locale where it exists, the ASTRAL-PLANE
or Purgatory. Just exactly why Lightning
came to me in this current-ME-lifetime, and helped me to remember
with a human-memory, just who SHE really
is in the Purgatory, a gigantic 33 foot high COIL (Astral-Goddess),
is anybody's best guess, guest or no guest, games or no GASME's, yo
yo yo yo yo yo!!!! Ron Wirtz the ADA, up in Jersey, who I had been in
communications with, regarding my MILITUFORCE WOE WIZ ME'S, for well
over half a decade, starting the day that we met over at his Camden,
New Jersey CCPO office back on 5 December of 1989; told me some very
powerful things. We talked about the unexplainable aircraft's that
were coming into my life out of nowhere, destroying my property and
negatively adversely effecting my physical health, and one statement
that he made to me on HALLOWEEN DAY in 1994,
stood out in spades and squared!!! He said to me when I telephoned
him from a National Park, New Jersey payphone late that afternoon,
and I quote him absolutely here, “Mark, if
you test 'them', they'll give you a reaction”. We will
get a lot more into that powerful statement, but THAT was the same
day that I had placed into the mail system at that local town post
office, my package to the United States
Copyright © Office, my book, titled, “The
Permission Barrier”. Only those who read it, know the power
behind not only what was spoken in it, but how many time-lines go on
from there in really 'HUUUUUUUUUUUGE'
ways, as a result of THAT BOOK BEING COPYRIGHTED ON THAT FUCKING
DISEASED HALLOWEEN DAY, Sir John Gillerlain and Sir David Impersonal
Mathematics Leigh Smith, of COOLEY H.H. HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mister
Smith was good for numerous powerful statements, as was ADA Ron Wirtz
Senior, of the great Camden County Prosecutor's Office. Yessir
Sheriff Mascara, this is all real, it happened, and I am quite sure
there are records to much of this, including the incredibly
unfathomable website that the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office has
on a computer disc that was taken from parolee Mister Ed Lynch one
day, for being in some type of very weird violation of his
transdimensional parole, and this has been fully explained on many
blogs, kind sir, on this blogger website of www.blogger.com.
Yessir Sheriff, the great Mister Smith, his sending me to the
Haddonfield Library to research Halloween with fellow classmate
student, Mister John Gillerlain was only some more connectable dots
in al of this. The real power here was a statement that he made, also
blogged many times on the original blogs of Mountainpen back in the
first two years of these blogs, 2006 and 2007. I speak of how I came
back from the other school on my bicycle in the autumn of 1970, to
Cooley Hall and to his class, and how Mizz Zenkiss did what she did,
and that wild powerful message that I saw on the goddamn blackboard,
leading me to somewhat jokingly refer to this entire matter as the
day of 'Blackboard Smith', and horny Mizz Zenkiss. In those times, it
was not unheard of for teachers to screw around with students, and I
had a lot of the young girl teachers quite interested in me. This was
the way things were in the sixties, not everywhere and not all the
time, but it did happen, and back then, people didn't get carted off
to jail for thirty and forty years. As Abby Carmichael and Jack McCoy
would discuss it on one particular great L&O episode, McCoy said
to Abbey regarding the sixties, “You'd have to have been there”.
But my point here in middle late 2019 is not about how the times are
change-JENN, or about any other great university promotions either.
No sir, it is about how Mister Smith told me that if I see enough
shit in the real world around me that tells me something, no matter
how improbable it may appear to be, it most likely is quite real just
as how I saw that crap on the blackboard, verifying my suspicions
that Mizz Z had the major fucking hots for me! These pigs over at
unit #605, at 1:08 P.M., Sheriff KJM sir, are pounding on the walls,
AGAIN. I suppose the cock sucking stock market is not doing as well
as it has been for the past week or so, so Trump and his fucking
diseased evil henchmen are making their covert calls for their peeps
to kick in and screw with me and pummel me into shit, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, if I'm permitted a whittle
mother fucking reiteration here, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said to the lady Pharmacist at the great Berlin, New Jersey ECKERT
PHARMACY that day, the unforgettable Mister N.K. Cole day of JULY 12,
back in 2003, “Don't even get me going here”. She replied right
back at me, and I cannot say that I truly blame her one single
whittle fucking cunt iota here, yo, “Don't worry Mark, I
won't”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION, YO.NUMDWATATES NOTE I1
6:19
A.M. September 4, 2019
What
a week, what a summer, what a life, this has been. For some however,
recent events have been worse even than what I suffer through, and I
feel sadness for the residents of the great Bahama Islands after this
incredible and tragic storm event has now come and gone. WOW
this.
I
taped up my bad window and spent some hours on my knees, and it could
have been a whole lot worse for me, with lovely Dorian and her mighty
Atlantic assault. The storm is now north of me, and the apartment did
survive. I fully expected and anticipated the
worst however. I am always doing this. I expect the absolute
worst and when things turn out marginally better, then folks, I just
breath a sigh of relief and actually am able to be a tiny bit happy
since the worst possible situation did not go on to happen. I will
point out a powerful fact however. I do
believe that we are BEING PUNISHED. Halls Fawces are very
real, and no one is going to make me ever doubt either that fact, or
that things pertaining to it have one iota to do with random chance.
That great episode on the greatest law show in the history of
television, “Law & Order”, with the
father who murdered the teacher of his daughter who he had mistakenly
accused of molesting her when it was the guidance counselor all
along, and where he said that he does not believe that things such as
“Hurricane Katrina” does not target New Orleans by chance, and
that it is all part of the wrath of God, was what he firmly
believed in. Well, Mountainpen has no problem with this whatsoever. I
wholeheartedly concur with his marvelous opinion. Now in further
light of thissssssssssssssssss, Mizz SLEK of AMC; Cat-5 hurricanes do
not happen often as far as making landfall in the United States, not
through decades and decades of recorded historical event going back
to the turn of two centuries. For the FIRST
TIME EVER NOW, peeps yo; we have had FOUR
STRAIGHT YEARS NOW OF THIS EVENT, (CATEGORY-5 HURRICANES STRIKING US
HERE IN THE USA OR NEARBY, being Dorian in 2019, Michael in
2018, Irma in 2016, and good old wonderful Mathew in 2016, shortly
after I took that sabbatical from my blogging earlier that late
winter some time in March. This is how my mind works, in association.
I rarely forget or get things wrong, because I always use memory
association. Hey, this is only my little friggin' opinion, but the
mighty 1980 coworker of mine at the great illustrious RPL Sound
Studio Labs of Camden, New Jersey, most definitely has entitled me to
it! In any event, I will be remaining in Florida, at least for the
time being, folks. Until, “the next one at least”. I am taking it
an hour at a time, not even a damn day any more. But as spoken
earlier, many others have recently had it a lot worse, so I would
feel rotten to sit in here typing and complaining at the present
second.
I
screwed up on my last blog and I typed in just 'H' for the title at
the BLOGGER SITE, so sorry. Still that works like basic chemistry.
The one is just accepted if the letter does not reflect a number, as
in two parts of hydrogen and one part of oxygen, we all know that one
since we were in middle school or so, H2O. Some call water, H-twenty
just to be funny, but it really means two parts of H and one part of
O. AHA!
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
September
4, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 5:5
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 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.
*****1969---1969---1969---1969*****
It
was all during this wild fantastic time
in my past, as a youth and adolescent; Sheriff KJM kind sir, that I
had my unexplainable interactions with this GODDESS-FAWCE in Atlantic
City, as well as in
my Dellway Arms Apartment in Oaklyn, in New Jersey. And
thisssssssssssssss will indeed be the discussion with lots of
powerful and brand new dogshit connected into and throughout this
entire messy pile of stench puke from Dogtown squared, provided this
computer and these blogs survive beyond the coming week, and is all
contingent of course on lovely sweet adorable HURRICANE
DURIAN.
Before I get into
this a wee bit today, every
mother fucking morning or afternoon, whatever, that I get up and walk
into the kitchen,
for at least the past three days or so, I get a
giant fucking germ riddled cunt lapping cock roach glaring down at me
from up on a wall. RAID cans get emptied over and over, and I end up
coughing and feeling like fucking shit, while the bugs sit there
laughing at me, WHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!!!! No one will ever convince me
that I am wrong on things that I know I am not wrong about, and
before you blame or hate me for having what
some call an “arrogant rotten god-like attitude”,
please affix both credit and or blame where it indeed properly
belongs. I speak of the mighty and very illustrious Mister
David Leigh Smith, of COOLEY
H.H. HALL
OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY,
at the intersection of Hopkins Lane, and KINGS
HIGHWAY, right
there at all magical gates! Oh yessir, the
'shot-gods-cops'
syndrome
of all great 'Tobycouches' everywhere:
Never
ever be fooled by anything. Nothing ever
has to make sense. Many peeps tell me
they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if
not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of
stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being
interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to force
jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks, let me
quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this. If you
think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross parallel
worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid
distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion
rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip and
see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is just
moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross between
worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience and yes, a
pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may suddenly
become the TV-set. Many things make some sense, no sense, and
all the in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world and
what we all appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all of
the other places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie is
not divvied up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep and
dream, this alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals that
connect to a physical mental producing instrument, are altering.
Still and all, the waking piece of this pie while we live and breathe
is sort of a controller. Think of it as a base that then only allows
you to visit parallel worlds that have some sort of a similar thread
of evental time that matches the signal of brain that appears to go
from conscious to subconscious, also said, from being awake to being
asleep. We don't normally control our dreaming-trips into hyperspace
, in other words. Those who do this with great frequency are what
Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
So as for all the Mike McNulty's everywhere who need to feel blessed
with endless credits from blogs such as Morianity as well as others
too I'd suppose; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALLIGATOR HATERS
ANONYMOUS!
I
awoke after only three and a half hours of sleep last night, at
precisely four minutes after four of the clock this morning, from a
wild and somewhat unpleasant nightmarish interaction. I cannot safely
blog and tell all of the details about it,
butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE but, it's sufficient to
say that I find it powerfully intelesting, bob McDowell old school
pal from Cooley HHH, that the time was what it was to the very second
I came out of the experience, and what it was about in this parallel
reality with my doppelganger, as yes, it involved my mom I getting
onto a really weird train in order to go and visit with my daughter.
I will say that the driver of the train, Kasey Fontana Non-Terrorist
Jones, was in a big hurry to get the train going or else he
intentionally tried to separate my mom and I, as here it what
happened, or as wonderful old buddy and mechanic pal from 1980,
Mister Derrijo, would say, at his wonderful EXXON gasoline station,
back in 1983; “Letame tellayu wah hahppened”. We were both about
to board the goddamn thing and after my mom got on the train, some
total idiot decided to get off and blocked my way, long after those
who were exiting had all done so. Then the driver or Casey Jones,
closed the door and took off before I managed to follow my mom
onboard the damn ass thing. My mom did not realize this until the
train was going quite fast and tried to get the attention of the
driver and he did manage to look over at me, and I was so angry or my
double (doppelganger) was, and was flipping a gigantic bird to him,
over and over. It was right out of the ex-rated version of “The
Three Stooges”. You'd have to have been there to witness it. You
would have done what peeps love doing to me all my cunt lapping life,
LAUGH AT ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully believe that numbers have
power. Yesterday would have been my mom's 100th goddamn
birthday, born September 3, 1919, and yesterday was September 3,
2019. I think she magically helped that damn ass hurricane to stall
out and move away from me, and I think that she feels guilty for her
and damn ass Patty HHH keeping
'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' secrets from me and
taking the not worrying about never having grandchildren secret,
straight to her grave in March of 2000. In any event, I cannot safely
tell you all of this interaction, and it involved in my opinion,
possibly, a transdimensional version of her old 1969 boyfriend,
Mister Sidney Cohen Mirrorman Crown! Again, I think this was the
dude, and he was just as annoying in that parallel world as the dude
was over here, but I have no waking world cognition of what his name
was, or even a clear picture now of his face so that I could relate
the two men.
END
TRANSMISSION.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
NUMDWATATES
NOTE H1
8:19
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
EVENING
1
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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