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8:41 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SUNDAY MORNING

22 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Friday, September 21, 2019

CURRENT PHASIE IS: WANING CRESCNET 1:6

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Lordy-Lordy, it is now four straight mornings that the maintenance men or bug spray men have awakened me out of a deep sleep. The hammering and doors started at eight today, and THIS IS A GODDAMN SUNDAY FOR CRISSAKE!!!!! Today was the earliest MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING SO FAR. Why this work is being done all weekend is anyone's best guess at light speed squared, people, Pearl Harbor Day I-Ching trances or no Pearl Harbor Day I-Ching trances, time travelers or no time travelers, and Fred Windstein subterranean tunnels or no Fred Windstein subterranean tunnels!!!!! Screw 1997 and for that matter, screw 2019. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Sheriff Mascara, kind sir; 'scammers' or whoever they are, call me on my Comcast phone all the time, and tell me that my computer key is no good or that my internet and files are compromised and numerous other things. I have asked my local Staples Store about it and they tell me it is ILLEGAL CRIMINALS trying to con me out of money, my kind wonderful sir. 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!!!!!

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. HAMMERING-HAMMERING-HAMMERING; IT NEVER EVER STOPS, SHERIFF; NOT EVEN ON A MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY MOUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!! This has to be a mother fucking conspiracy to make me go completely off my cunt eating nut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This bullshit is also bringing me non-ending cock roaches, and IT IS NOT ONE BIT FAIR, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!

Yessir folks, sleeping in here at public housing on mornings and weekends has virtually become impossible. Between operatic bouts of Pavarotti imitations, drilling, hammering, and other loud ungodly sounds, and even with ear plugs deep in my ears; the sound is nearly deafening in here. Another wonderful fucking weekend, huh Sheriff KJM. Par for the course, or said in Morianity's way, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! WOW-WOW-WOW, big O!!!!!!!!!

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!!! Nobody in ten thousand fucking cunt years will convince me that an entire lifetime of being MADE ABSOLUTELY MISERABLE WITHOUT EVER ANY LET UP, can be some ridiculous huge fucking random chance coincidence. If this were happening to anyone of you out here, you would echo the very same words right back to me!!!!!!!!!!

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A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

And I will never forget July 7, 2015.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now who's fucking cock sucking kidding who. The great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say that I am the bag guy in all of this. He would preach to you that “I got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish me”. How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus mother fucking pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn't say there is not some FAWCE out there, as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ''SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT'', and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical Satan/God fucking shit!!!

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! Actually AATS folks; MIND=ANTIGRAVITY OR GRAVITATION IN A REVERSED MAGNETIC ATOMIC POLARITY FROM WHEREVER YOUR MIND FOCUS PRESENTLY IS AT. One night while I resided at the monstrous Satanic Somerdale 'DEATH HOUSE' as I've come to label and term it as, I was so completely out of my mind with beyond clinical oppression on my nightmare of finding the mysterious 'SARAH-TEEN' from my boyhood past in good old fucking rotten ass ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, that I actually lifted up off of my bed. Of course the APA would insist that this was a natural mental mind phenomenon caused by the abnormal oppression and obsession on this one item for numerous months, and that part is all true and I don't deny it for one fucking second. But I do not see this as an illusion nor as some psychotic feature. I lifted off of my bed every bit as actually and literally as I spun that Crystal Lake Diner rotisserie backwards that night in 1995 when I was there with my pal Mister David Charles Roth. When MIND divides by light speed squared back in the Purgatory, it becomes physical brain and begins dreaming that it has recently been humanly born and is now living in a caporial way here on the Earth-Planet. We all lose energy after virtually limitless interactions on this Astral Plane Purgatory, and we dream out and away from there as our energy becomes divided by C-SQ. This same knowledge and wisdom was actually given to the great physicist Albert Einstein as he would do those mental-image things in his head leading to his 'discovery' of relativity and his famous formula. MIND escaping its bondage and becoming a hyperspace dream is a blowing out or a BIG BANG. It was done with me in that house of horrors that night in a small way. It also is done by all of the Purgatites at various stages, and thus, we had the BIG BANG or creation of our cosmos. I absolutely know for a fact that these words spoken on these blogs are true and real and cannot be disputed. So far the few absolutes that I now have are as follows: I exist and time is an illusion. I left Purgatory after running out of energy. I now dream out here in this banged-out hyperspace. MIND is reversed GRAVITATION. The so-called dark matter and dark energy concepts of the cosmologists are in actuality and truth, nothing more than mind coming out into the hyperspace dreams, and going back again. Actually, the real truth is that we do not go back since we never truly left the timeless Astral Plane. We exist there, we dream here, we focus here in the one third triune part of our soul-self and call these our lives and our life-times, and our dreams as all dreams must, end eventually. We do not wake up and we never left there, the dream is simply over. Gravity is nothing more than mind in motion. That motion is why our dreams create the motions of separation. These separations are in units of spaced out times or distances, inches, minutes, light years, or millennia, and it is all the same shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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?????????

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny-funny-funny, huh lovely huge tits Sheila Franklin.

Yessir ladies and gentlemen of the AATS,

Maggie will get whoever is assaulting me with this endless noise, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera from a random camera within the United States

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 21-22 SEPTEMBER weekend, OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS MAJOR NON-ENDING NOISE ASSAULT ON ME IN 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

END TRANNY; YA ROTTEN OL' GRANNY.

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10:21 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SATURDAY MORNING

21 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Friday, September 21, 2019

CURRENT PHASIE IS: LAST QUARTER PHASE

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Three straight mornings now, Maintenance men or bug spray men have awakened me out of a deep sleep. Today was the earliest, at 8:57 this MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING. Why they work on mother sucking Saturday's is anyone's best guess, guest or no guest, hotel balconies or no hotel balconies, green dresses or no green dresses, and Pearl Harbor Day I-Ching trances or no Pearl Harbor Day I-Ching trances. The man outside my door hammering loudly at the area where pipes all seem to connect into a main system somewhere, told me that Monday my venetian blinds should be arriving, as they needed to order the particular size needed for my particular window widths. The hammering always brings nasty ass rotten diseased cock roaches scurrying madly outside where they obviously hide and breed inside of the mother fucking walls, and I had to EMPTY ANOTHER CAN OF RAID. So much for the quarterly-spray as usual, and to reiterate, if anything, the spray men seem to just bring me more of them every time that they come in here to do their damn spraying job. I will need to buy another four cans of RAID at my local Publix store shortly, but I need to go out for a few staples anyway, such as some onions, some mushrooms, and a couple of frozen meats. WEEEEEEEEEE this, Sir Chester-Frank. No spoon dances please; lovely Oprah Winfrey. TANKS & BOOM, yo!!!!

One of the maintenance dudes seems to be our local town opera singer, and he is quite good, almost good enough to get lovely Patty Hollister jealous and excited. He loves to really sing out there in the hallway. Maybe Patty's blue special candles can resurrect the wonderful Mister Pavarotti, and they can perform a duet today in the great sixth floor hallway of this public housing building. Another WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for posterity and for Sir CF.

When I was off the grid for a quarter of a decade from early in 2016 through middle of 2018, the MILITUFORCE had quite a few of my blogs sent back into drafts and unavailable for your perusal, for reasons they claimed pertained to complaints about copyright infringements, lewd and lascivious language, and other technical matters that of course to a non computer geek, make absolutely no sense whatsoever. I am going to reexamine them all in my own good time now, and then remove all items other than for the text on them, and then put them onto a new re-posted system of addendum's into current blogs. I know that things of major interest will come out from my doing this; oh kind wonderful folks of the AATS. Yessir folks, sleeping in here at public housing on mornings and weekends has virtually become impossible. Between operatic bouts of Pavarotti imitations, drilling, hammering, and other loud ungodly sounds, and even with ear plugs deep in my ears; the sound is nearly deafening in here. Another wonderful fucking weekend, huh Sheriff KJM. Par for the course, or said in Morianity's way, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! WOW-WOW-WOW, big O!!!!!!!!!

Well people, you may or may not remember the blogs of mine back in **** huffing early February in 2009, when I took a horrific **** sucking mother ******* motorcycle attack while driving to my afternoon/evening work-shift at my job as a guard at Cifaloglio, over near Folsom, New Jersey. I had just passed the mother ******* Hammonton, New Jersey Skating Rink, and POW, YO; a huge blotor-motor sickie cycle assault in league with a monstrous airplane assault, greeted me after they burned me with an over-riding control circuit, at the traffic signal just past the rink. The Russians are coming, the Russians are here, Mister mother ******* Jonathan Winters!!! A major word processing hack just struck me here at Stacey JACK-HACK-ATTACK Lattisaw Township. The spell-checker has been hacked to stop working, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir! They have not yet hit my software I had put in, to (*) out curse words, when I post up to BLOGGER, and the fragile ears of our phony society. Everybody uses ******* fowl language, just like everybody does lots of nasty little things, and it is all kept hushed up and secret. At least I don't believe Leticia Tilley is from 1986 when it is 2009, nor would I enjoy the supposed 'pleasures' of Russian female urination! This little CAP-JOB was from BLOG 5 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN.

And to add another entry from that wonderful whittle blog, kind peeps;

Yes folks, deny what you know is true all you want, from dirty disgusting habits, talking dogs, Russian sexual preferences, & my preferences, which indirectly led me to being a little younger than my chronological age since any labber will tell any of you that human saliva is not that different from human blood, and needs not be screened for typing; but rather, just for great looks. 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 ******* believe in coincidences, not like this one, YO!!! Yes I cannot prove it Doctor Coryell sir, and doctor Green sir, but I fully believe that I was able to put off aging a while as a result of my so-called yuk-yuk habits and weird sexual preferences. Today it is all considered Chillmo stuff and so I now have aged. WOW THAT, OPRAH, huh??????? The copyright Office I am sure knows what is being said, and have some perdy damning evidence against me, although the statutes of limitations sort of protects me, and I do not do any of those things any more. My days are now long fucking behind me, folks!

Parallel Event Technology or (PET) for short, is usually not a great thing like our loving adorable 'other pets'. The reason the blog world stopped me from posting links was all so that I could no longer show a visual reality of the great and all mighty mother ******* Dow Jones Industrial Averages. You were not allowed to see and remember how I told you, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU ALL, that this thing would go to between 25,000 and 30,000 points as this current decade began to grow to a close in the 17 and 18 and 19 years; and it all happened, JUST AS I MOTHER ******* SAID SO, YO!

So then just exactly why is the parallel event with me verses the ******** owners of the world, going on, you may be asking and wondering, or then again, you may be saying to yourself, 'Oh go **** your stupid *** self, Mountainpen'! But in case you are indeed ******* interested, it is because I am the only mother ******* **** chewing illegitimate son of a female dog who actually knows a very simple few word combinations, and truly understands the absolute power behind them, one being that time is an illusion and that we simply exist, and another is that Space-Time-Mind or (STM) for short, is where eternal spirit is not the attention and focus of energetic existence or as the church calls it perhaps, (eternal spirit). When you are in one, then the other one simply is not there for you, and it works both ways. Once that becomes clear, the nature forces begin to communicate with you, and then in a relatively short space of time, fish and birds and other soulless creatures do as well. But is anything really soulless? Is there anything, sir Einstein, alive or even inanimate that does not have an energetic equivalent? Let me tell you a quick little example that does not require me to go back further than around this time yesterday. I went over to the Walgreen's Store to order some vitamins, and when I paid for them, the nice lady clerk asked me if I wished to redeem some of my Rewards Card savings, and I said fine if there is any, and yes there was, a nice two dollars; and for me every penny counts, Sheriff Ken Mascara sir! Some of us citizens really are honest and before crippled into disability by powerful astral world enemies, hard working too, kind sir! The bill came to 28 dollars, and then the two buck discount brought it down to 26 dollars, and just as I was seeing this on the computer screen, I thought to myself, 'gee I hope my lovely Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis isn't mad at me for skipping down through her magical '27' number in-between the full price amount of 28, and the new discounted price of 26'. I no sooner had this thought in my mind and instantly, a beautiful pinkish white brilliant flash of light was practically at my feet, as the doorway to the store is only five feet away from the cash register. It was LIGHTNING, and the exact time of the flash to the deci-second was followed by a super loud clap of thunder, meaning that SHE was right there, and I even felt a tiny little bit of lovely current on the tips of my feet! Don't mother ******* tell me I'm nuts or what I am imagining, oh world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of that neighbor as well as my powerful so-called wild imagination people; let me CAP this following thing in also from that same blog in the summer of 2018. Right after this, she got into that bad car crash. coinkeedink, Sheriff? I for one ain't buying into that for a New York City microsecond! Here is the CAP.

Sheriff sir; I have a neighbor who told me exactly who it is that caused me 500 mother ******* dollars worth of damage recently to my automobile. She will tell if she has to, but naturally like all of us, hopes not to have to get involved. She told me that you already know who this is and are hoping to get the necessary proof so he can be taken to jail where he ******* belongs, my kind SHERIFF, SIR! To quote Uncle Billy on that fantastic “It's A Wonderful Life” movie that was done by the great Mister Frank Capra, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

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1:53 POST MERIDIAN

FRIDAY MORNING

20 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Friday, September 20, 2019

CURRENT PHASIE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 7:7

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Yesterday morning, inspectors came to my apartment. Then some repairs were done, but the repair crew never came back to repair my bad window that causes me flooding every time it rains, or to give me two new venetian blinds to replace the broken two on three of my total windows. They also left my bathtub leak in worse shape than it was. They did however replace the shower system that I ever use but the old one looked ugly so that wasn't a total loss. They gave me a new bathtub hot water knob to replace a rotted out old one that would cut your finger many times and leaked there as well as through the main faucet system. I can live with my fucked up blinds and window. I will have to re-tape the window with more duct tape since they pulled the tape off that I had placed around it to lessen the flooding problem. They also repaired where I had pounded on my wall near where my bed is situated the other day when those pigs next door to me in unit #605 were hammering brutally in there and making me crazier than ten nut trees all put together. They may still come back but I doubt it. If they do not come by Tuesday to repair the window and blinds, I will re-tape the window up, and maybe get a price at the Walmart for some new blinds, which if I buy, I WILL TAKE WITH ME when I leave here someday, and THAT you can take straight to the Toronto Dominion Bank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today the bug spray people came to do the quarterly-spraying as it is referred to around here. Normally this only makes the roaches worse, and I am ready for them with cans of RAID. It obviously forces them out of my next door and across the hall and upstairs units and into my unit. I am not a pig like other people around here, and I HAVE BEEN TOLD that my apartment is really neat and meticulously kept, and quite clean. This is of course means that others around me ARE NAUT, Mizz AT&T Blake. Gee whiz, why am I naut at all surprised?

As for my jury experience, if I had to do the nine days, I WOULD HAVE DIED PHYSICALLY from the strain since I have extremely poor health. So the MILITUFORCE actually has ended up doing me a favor and LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE, something I am quite sure that is pissing them off right about now, as they want to SEE ME DEAD AND BURIED, YO!

My health seriously deteriorated after being kicked off the medicine that I had been faithfully taken from July of 1983 through the end of 2014. This is when I suddenly developed TYPE-2-Diabetes, nerve damage, eye cataracts, skin problems, and bouts with several other serious things such as worsening of a preexisting vertigo condition, worsening hypertension, and other medically related complications, as well as brain fog, short term memory problems, and numerous other things to lengthy to list. This was done to me intentionally by the United States Government and local Florida State Governmental Agencies and governmental enemies connected throughout and by way of the MILITUFORCE. I know this as sure as I live and breathe, or shortly WON'T BE. This is and was nothing SHORT OF FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MURDER against an innocent legally born United States citizen if this very EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do naut have one single positive thing to say about any of this, or ANY OF THEM. I only wish and pray that Senator Sanders can somehow miraculously defeat his opponents and then go onto defeat this monster evil demonic prick in the White House, President Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't see it happening, and already am positive beyond any doubt whatsoever that Trump will be reelected and serve a minimum of an eight year term. I personally believe he will launch a successful coup at the end of his 8-Y term and overthrow the system, and go onto become KING of this nation, and live forever in the White House along with his evil rotten diseased ROYAL FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have predicted many things, and I know that everyone out here knows that most or all of them HAVE TOTALLY COME TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All three of my triad nabes from Dogtown have been noisy for a long time. For a while it was only the 605 Construction Company crew next door, but recently the entire TRIAD has gone full on fucking nuclear. As for the next door bullshit, why naut Mizz Blake? After-all, remove the zero from the remaining other digits and those digits come dancing out at you faster than big WOW's Spoon Dance, good old non Middle Road 65. Gee whiz willagars JAYJAY EVANS, what can I say. This most definitely and certainly DOES NAUT however, bring me any thrill or joy, Tom Glenn, Congressman Robert Andrews, and Michael Crichton. 'WO' Joanna and Billy Harner. A great big HUUUUGE WO!

[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980

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When we dream, we are doing what the vast majority of people believe to be recharging our physically batteries so to speak, and allowing our subconscious mind to randomly run in circles and have numerous chaotic and meaningless experiences ranging from Mama faced pizza pies, to Tobycouches. Yes Mister Crichton sir, imitation may very well be the greatest form of flattery sir; but right about now, I could use a little bit of mother fucking legally fair financial compensation. To quote Mister Mike Patterson from Hollywood-Miami, Florida, “You keep the fame and glory, give me the doe”. I hele ya bud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My situation proves to me without one iota of hesitation, that I HAVE ABSOLUTELY DIED, AND GONE TO HELL, the actual Astral-Plane truth to that is where that “Gone to the dogs” expression must have come from, as the word is DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No folks, DREAMS are not some screwy part of our minds going bonkers while we rest and recharge after hard days of being up and awake. Still, animals dream and so do humans, and so do birds and fish, and this is because the things told about in Morianity are true, and NAUT the crap that is preached in the medical industry or the scientific community, or the American Psychiatric Association (APA). As things keep moving along, I will get way more specific and really blow your Joe Paget minds, IPYT!!!!!!!! Jane fucking worthless whore Fonda just nailed me again with those rotten diseased ONES of hers from that night in the springtime of 1993 at her favorite baseball park in Atlanta, Georgia, so I will now need to cunt phlegm rape or (COMPENSATE) to say it more politely like Tommy Roe might do on the flip side of his old '45' vinyl record called, “Dizzy”. So is life really and truly and verily just jelly and jam, lovely Pink Goddess Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle???????? NAUT 4 ME aniwho, NAUT 4 ME!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

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When you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”? Yes, what can I say”? Yes folks, the great 1969 song that I wrote at age fourteen and a half years of age, shortly after that wild Atlantic City encounter with [[[[{{{((*LOVELY PATTY HHH*))}}}]]]], things like this simply put, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, JUST CANNOT BE MADE UP. This is too fucking ass fantastic for any great mind, or even collaborations of great talented minds, such as the (OTHER NON-HARRAH CASINO SJK HOLLYWOOD GROUPation), 'SJK', as in Spielberg, Geffen, and King. The Geffen character pronounces his surname as JEFF-EN. WOW-THIS; O.W. Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSS; the great song, “BURN WITH FIRE”, and the super great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, who went onto do numerous other fantastic musical type of projects, with really important peeps such as the wonderful National Football League (NFL), and many more also; told me in 1981, and I quote this fantastic human being, who is and was convinced of my homosexuality, A TOTALLY UNTRUE DEAL, BUT PEEPS ALL SEEM TO HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS, AND THEY ARE QUITE DAMN ASS ENTITLED TO THEM, YO; as Mashell Daniels would say back in 1980, at the wonderful RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS at 1100 State Street, and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; yes this great dude Mister Tom Glenn said to me over the phone shortly after he had helped me do my LOIS-FOCA song with his guitar arrangement, that the Copyright Office has to this very day, and I quote his words here quite absolutely verbatim, “It's overdue time for another FIRE song”. Yes my “BURN WITH FIRE” song from 1969 was of course after the great band had THEIR FIRE SONG, 'come on baby, light my fire', and so forth, but nobody has a copyright on the idea of fire in a song, yo. I learned through the years that it is not that difficult to make ever so slight alterations in any song, and that small change allows a writer to fully copyright a new song. If it is legally challenged, as with all things pertaining to the law at least here in good old great America, Cuzz Don; the almighty fucking dollar determines how great anyone has a chance to win a case. Money and nothing else, BUYS GREAT LAWERING, and the lack of money buys not so good lawering, and that's that, Mister Esolph. So if I am even close to another song that has powerful people who own the rights to it, I would be in deep trouble. But other powerful peeps can make the smallest alterations and have done so, in many of my songs throughout the past four plus decades now, and get totally scott free away with it, without ever having to pay me a single dime out of the many many millions of fucking bucks that they make in royalties. Hey, as Ziggy Malyeska said in 1969, and speaking of good old fucking 1969, “That's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE and WOW!!!!

(VERSE-1)

I'm saying this to you boy

You bring me thrill and joy

When you just touch me What can I say

I want you real bad

You make me so glad

Just you and me boy

Please baby stay

The things you do to me

Beyond my fantasy

The way you hold me tight

Let's keep it hot tonight

Don't let it ever end

Oh baby let's pretend

Just say you love me

Make me feel all right

(CHORUS)

You make me burn with fire like a soul in hell

You bring me more desire than I could ever tell (No Microsoft, NAUT TELLOSIANS)

I'm gonna' love you baby 'till the end of time

Come on little baby, gonna' make you mine

You make me burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire

Bring me such desire such desire, make me burn make me burn make me burn with fire

WRITTEN BY MARK WAYNE M. H. MOHR

The second verse after the chorus was not written in 1969 but in 1981, right shy of the time that I had that talk with that great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, while I was residing at where else, but good old freaking 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, with absolutely NO TOBYCOUCHES anywhere. So I will not type out the second verse of the song, since 1969 is what I am talking about right now. This was written for a female vocalist to sing, but good old Mister Glenn was just convinced for absolutely no reason whatsoever that pertained to logic, that my writing those words made me a stone cold fucking fagot, and in those times and days, that was a big black spot against anyone, as if I would have needed another one on top of the already zillion plus of them that surrounded me already for crissake, yo! It wasn't enough that Patty had me so fucked up in 1969, that I ended up getting evicted out of the apartment at 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont (Haddon Township), New Jersey,USA, ESMWG. No sympathy at all ever, for good old pathetic fucking diseased shithead MountAINPEN, huh world, huh Dorian, huh wonderful awesome Jehovah Goddess (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE)???????????????? And you say to me, I don't have the right to say the following two mother fucking things, yo? 1) LIFE SUCKS AND STINKS, and 2) I AM IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, YO! Hey man, I think the expression here that would be totally adequate as well as completely apropos, is “KMA”!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS!!!!!!!!

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!

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.

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MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO; OH YEAH, RIGHT.

THIS CAN ALL BE GOOGLED UP UNDER “CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY”. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even Lightning tried to warn me, as well as my dead mother did, once in a dollar store with my mom in a powerful 'dream', and then later on the FBI'AGENT'S porch right outside of the kitchen, when Dawn was in the local Hammonton town jail, and I came a whisker close to getting out of their diseased hell. BUT NO, this had been planned from before I ever even came into this world as the current-ME. But alas, I ENDED UP SCREWED, AND I LOST EVERYTHING AND MY LIFE HERE IN FLORIDA IS WORSE THAN IT WAS UP IN GODFDAMN FUCKING NEW JERSEY, NOT THAT A SINGLE SOLITARY SOUL CARES IN THE LEAST LITTLE FUCKING BIT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All they care about is Mark can get too many powerful name recognized peeps into shit that they don't need to be in, so SCREW FUCKING HIM!!!!!!!!!!! And that is why I love Senator Bernie Sanders, and I hate the fortune 500 capitalist PIGS! THAT is the long and the short of the whole damn thing. THAT is the entire deal all compressed and cunt lapping nut-shelled into one little ass ball!!!! That's the entire story, SHERIFF MASCARA, oh wonderful great and very kind sir, yo!!!! HA-HA-HA JANE Sleazeweedsdisease, YOU MISSED ME, YO ROTTEN BITCH WITCH!!!!

The two people on the very top of the negative ledger book, who in my best guess and opinion that is based on numerous powerful things, many touched on in many prior blogs, and many not yet talked about; are a man and a woman who believe it or not, in real estate terms, are quite connected, and I know for a fact shared their enjoyment of alcoholic beverages in several bars as younger peeps, in Gloucester City, New Jersey. I doubt that they ever met or knew each other, but who can know anything for sure if it is not known? Still, I have a great respect for synchronicity, and I do not believe as most shrinks do, that putting associations of things together, is not a rational form of thinking. It does not mean that things are indeed always connected, but I do promise that they certainly can be, and to just dismiss things of synchronized values because the mental health society encourages it, is nothing short of allowing ourselves to literally be blackmailed through threat of sociological ostracization. I refuse to be intimidated or threatened by the American Psychiatric Association (APA) or anyone else attempting to legislate how I think abnd feel about my own personal things and my life. Screw them all is my damn attitude, now that I have managed to get off of their meds and not be under their control and legislative power. I do not have disdain for proper authority and or proper legislative processes, BUT folks, I have great anger and animosity towards those bullies out here or most definitely are abusing their power and authority over us and literally attempting to remove all of our freedoms, one by one, and hidden in the clever forces of gradualism. Yes two people are responsible for the total destruction of my life by OTHER-WORLDLY FAWCES, who in my opinion, began hounding me and wiping me out, as am immediate direct result of my interactions with these two lovely peeps. These peeps are Patricia Hollister and James T. Burr. The joke on the entire cosmos with all of this, with the biggest laugh on me I would suppose, is that these peeps did not have anything against me. I honestly don't fucking think that either one of them woke up on any morning whatsoever, thinking to themselves, “Gee willagars, how can I really fuck Mark up”. Again, I said, I don't think. Lordy-Lordy-Lordy, what would anyone have me say right about mother fucking now?

Yes folks, when I verify that I am able to legally talk, I plan to tell a lot of things pertaining to that day of jury duty that I did. Still it takes no fucking Einstein brain to see the incredible HALLS FAWCES AT WORK HERE LATE THIS SUMMER, interfering in every possible way with my attempts to get somewhere with my ideas that involve the professor and the FIU down in Miami. This includes the jury duty, the goddamn fucking Hurricane Gray Everyoung, AKA Dorian, Mikes car blowing up, and on and on and on and on and on and on I can go here, Sheriff sir, and wonderful “NG-ADS” as well, and any and all other “Antimatter space” AAT folks tuning in from out there in 'photon-projection' (the future)! Well, the professor has my full presentation, and I hope to shortly connect with him to see if he can do something with this raw but fantastic idea, after dirtball prick Larry Lee, from SF INS COMPANY, treated me like total worthless shit last year, and completely screwed me; causing me to take my rotten car insurance business elsewhere. I sure keep hoping that the last laugh will be on Mister fucking Lee folks, but that would of course go against the mighty Huntington Curse one-hundred fucking percent, would it naut?????

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Mountainpen's Huntington Curse:

I have no accurate authority here to tell you one thing. When I do not have my facts as straight as humanly possible, I have learned to just keep my whittle non-Herman Munster mouth SHUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, big O.W.

Know I do not say that everything spoken of on the internet's so-called recognized informational system has to be a hundred percent accurate either. Still, if you GOOGLE the Huntington curse, it is up there, only it is some other HUNTINGTON DEAL, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with me or my family and its curse, that originally my CUZZ-DONALD called, the “MASON CURSE”, and now peeps, I most definitely KNOW BETTER!

Let us speak around this wild topic for a while, me' kind wonderful NEW 'AATS' BLOGAUDIANS. It was somewhere during the first half of 2015 if my memory is serving me half correctly here. I had been LEGALLY kicked off a very needed medicine that I had been taking since the age of twenty eight years and seven months, prescribed originally by some Philippine doctor at the Garden State Hospital in June of 1983, and later was prescribed for me permanently by my family doctor who now would be called a PCP in these 'NEW TIMES' of all great ATCO MUSICAL © COPYRIGHTED PROJECTS, dawned by kings or NAUT, by the name of Frank Addiego, on Park Avenue, in Westmont, New Jersey, just five blocks or so away from the high school I had attended during my seventh and eighth grades of school. It worked and this is why it was given to me. Without it, I was literally agonizingly chocking to mother fucking death. Not one doctor could or WOULD help me, and claimed that nothing was physically wrong with me. I was beginning to believe in witchcraft, and was remembering the great actress Mizz Lara Parker, who played the lovely witch in that wonderful sixties ghoulish soap show called, 'Dark Shadows', where she took a handkerchief belonging to Barnabas Collins, and used it on a voodoo doll to choke him mysteriously, in a hellish nightmare that caused him unfathomable suffering. To this very day, anyone can get copies of this by ordering the box set for two hundred bucks, from the Dark Shadows Fan Club up in Maplewood, New Jersey, or some such place, just GOOGLE up the fan club, it all pops up. When I sought out help from the Florida Mayo Clinic back in 2015, I was told they would not help me, despite me being as dirt poor as anyone can be in this country, and suffering from this unknowns wild condition. The Bondi-Trump NARK SQUAD had stopped me from being able to take the one medication that stopped me from choking to death. I thought I had it people. But miraculously, without the medication, I merely now suffer with an extremely dry mouth, and unpleasant feelings of something being forever wrong, and yet is endlessly invisible and undiagnosable. The conspiracy of placing me into this inconceivable monstrous hellishness now extended beyond just the MILITUFORCE enemies who caused this to happen to me on the night of June the fourth in 1983, but to all possible doctors and hospitals in the medical world. This was and STILL IS nothing less than a constitutional violating human rights violating conspiracy of cosmic proportions, and I will swear to that any time I am permitted to do so, in any COURT IN THIS LAND OR ANY OTHER LAND, UNDER FULL OATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have absolutely ZERO FAITH IN THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM. I know the entire game IS RIGGED, AND CONTROLLED, AND OWNED, BY THE OZ CURTAIN POWERS AND FAWCES OF HIDDEN CLOAK, as are all things in this post RONALD SCUMBAG REAGAN system of these “NEW TIMES”. Still, I believe fully and wholeheartedly that the DREAM REALMS and all of the mind boggling fifth dimensional hyperspace, connects into ONE GIGANTIC TRUE ASTRAL REALITY, as that is where the entire thing all stems and comes from to 'begin with'. When I worked at the RPL Sound place from early July of 1979 through middle March of 1981, I as you all know, encountered a wild young man there. This was after working there only perhaps a couple of months or so, and I am speaking here of the muscleman coworker who told me, “Dude, you're haunted”. This was spoken to me by him after he overheard me telling some of the peeps who he worked with back in the Shipping Department on Day Shift, that I was onto someone there and wanted to know what was being planned, since I was here in dreams last night and saw it go down. I have told and blogged this story over and over again, but it is very powerful because it not only was a part of something going on forty years ago almost to the day now, but it also is a part of things that are ongoing right here and right now, lovely LOO VANBUREN of the great 'L&O' Television Show. Right after my encounter with thissssssssssssssssssssss miniature incredible hulk coworker, maybe a couple months or so give or take, my car was stolen at this sound studio place, and something weird was going down with several other coworkers from my own department, the Duplication Department. The two girls in this area seemed to know exactly where to locate my car, when even the fucking Camden Police were absolutely impotent to do so. I believe that a lot of connections to many incredible things exist all throughout all of this nasty-ass mess from stinking mother fucking DOGTOWN. In the very same way that whenever I talk about certain things on these blogs (BOM) to whoever is out here, it causes MAJOR WILD DREAMS that appear totally connected to what I said before going off to sleep. This of course comes as no shock to me at all. This is the TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) of Hyperspace Mechanics, discussed very often in my BOM! Now when the police came to the recording studio on that night that my car was stolen shortly after the incident with the man who said that “I am haunted”, they informed me that someone from Mount Ephraim, New Jersey had the very same license number that I do and other matching identification stuff. In today's world, this would be called 'IDENTITY THEFT'. I did everything that I could, to try and get to the bottom of that problem later on, after my car was recovered, and to quote CUZZ-DON, “LIFE WENT ON”, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUT, no one in the law enforcement system seemed to care one bit, nor were they willing to assist me one tiny little bit. I am speaking only the truth here, Sheriff KJM, kind sir. This all happened. If I say something went down on these blogs kind sir, you can bet your home and reputation that it is the absolute truth, so help me PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE (God Almighty)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now to tell about my arrival here in Florida in the middle of December in the year of 2009, after I was forced to literally run away in the dead of night FOR MY LIFE, from the evil sicko Mizz Dawn-Marie King who literally had kidnapped me and confiscated my entire life, along with her horrendous family, OH SIR RUSSELL 1969 THAXTON. I have little respect for separation in time or distance old school chum, because I have come to absolutely respect as well as appreciate the awesome power of both the horrendous mother fucking MILITUFORCE, and those human beings who this FAWCE chooses to operate through and empower with seeming magical abilities and powers, exempting them whenever necessary from the rules that the rest of us pathetic fucking mere mortals must endlessly be under and follow! Another message to the great lady here, mizz Winfrey; LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!

Dawn King's Parole Officer in the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, Mister John Judy, seemed to be a very fine upstanding gentleman. I had met him upon several occasions as I was in Dawn's proximity, and I also met him in person that morning when Ann King and I drove over there to his office after Dawn was really ABUSING ME BIG TIME. When he and the CJS refused to violate her parole as the L&O TV-SHOW makes things like this appear so easy and Hollywood-Phony-Scripted of course, I had to run away that night for my fucking life, as all of you now know quite well. When I was living here about a month in White City at the Manatee Park in a small shitty RV with absolutely nothing to my name by horror and fear and terrible memories, a couple of days after I had AT&T instal my telephone, I called John Judy, and he never called me back. I know I tried him at least twice, possibly three times, but he wouldn't call me back. I needed to tell him what happened. These things and many many many many more, are why I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO FAITH IN OUR AMERICAN SYSTEM. It is only there to work for THEM, and we all know who the 'THEM' truly is. This is the NEW AGE ROYALTY CLASS OF AMERICA, not one single king or queen, but an entire class of nobility and royalty called the mother fucking dirt bag BILLIONAIRES CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the great and wonderful Senator Bernie Sanders understands just how miserable all of these truths are, but he won't deny them, because like me, HE TRULY LOVES HIS COUNTRY and he wants to try and get it back for us all, BEFORE THESE 'NEW TIMES' KINGS AND QUEENS WIPE ALL OF US LITTLE SURFS OUT FOREVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES MY (`~HACK) again. I can depend on the enemy fucking diseased M2F always using their tricks, because THEY WORK, and they know the power of copying success. Poor people have way too little respect for this knowledge, and yes Mizz Erica Kane Susan Lucci, for thissssssssssssssssssssss knowledge as well, honey cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back thirty-one days ago, I served one day of Jury Duty over at my local Fort Pierce Courthouse. I told the judge that I was the victim of lifelong crimes of numerous types and that no one would believe me if I told them all of it. I further stated that I despise criminals and that I would not be able to be as fair as needed as a Juror, to any defendant. I of course was politely excused. I told only the absolute truth, Sheriff sir. Still, one positive came from my being given this HELLISH NIGHTMARE ON STEROIDS LIFE BY THIS MONSTER MILITUFORCE. I was able to not have to serve on a trial that would have lasted according to the prosecutor who spoke to us all, about nine days. This was during the hottest possible time that Fort Pierce goes through this year with very high humidity. You can only legally park at a parking garage that is separated by the local train tracks and I already told how the enemies almost killed me by making me sizzle out in a hot Florida sun while a goddamn train blocked my path to my parked car that day that I did serve as a Juror. When our group had to go up the stairs to the courtroom from where we all originally were seated and paid our fifteen dollars, I almost died. My health is very poor, and going up those stairs was hell on Earth. I would have been trampled though if I tried to stop as there was a huge mob of us all going up the stairs at the same time. When I got up there, we all had to stand thirty or forty minutes before being seated. I really thought I was going to have a heart attack. The system is so unfair and so evil. I have a doctor who thinks it is unpatriotic to be excused from JD because of health reasons, and on top of that, the county threatens to take away your drivers license and legal driving privileges if you claim to be too sick to serve. It is not difficult to sit in an air fucking conditioned car and drive to my doctors or to the laundry or the store. I almost fucking died in that courthouse, and yet I obey all the laws of this country all the mother fucking time. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, and a BIG ASAS BUTT but folks; horrible monsters like DAWN and PAULA KING and ROBERT MCGUIRE and the guy who terrorized my mom and me at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center on August 2, 1996, get SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH ALL THE SHIT THEY DO TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This horrible rotten mother fucking country isn't worth a goddamn mother fucking stinking thin dime! When we were all being questioned, I almost shit myself TWICE, not literally thank the mother fucking gods although that too is always in the back of my turd sniffing pathetic mind, but when I heard so many people discussing SEXUAL CRIMINALITY. The topic seemed to come up numerous times, even though this was not a sex crimes trial, BUT A MURDER TRIAL. Some poor pathetic old grandfather appearing dude killed somebody, so it seems. I am quite sure the verdict has to be long in by now, so I can tell you all of thissssssssssssssssssssss Mizz SLEK. All I need is to be a juror on a murder trial with the way I despise people who do horrible things. The poor dude looked absolutely pitiful and I felt sorry for him a tiny bit. Still, without hearing one word, my verdict would be only one thing, GUILTY-GUILTY-GUILTY-GUILTY!!!!!!!!!! How in the name of Pink-Goddess could anyone expect me to feel anything else after all the shit that bad evil people have put me through since I came into this horrible mother fucking cunt lapping world????? The second thing that literally made me almost go off my nut was hearing a dude say that he worked for the NSA. It was like pulling teeth when the prosecutor was asking questions during this voirdire process, of this person, since obviously he didn't wish to discuss what he did for a living. SOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane, now I can absolutely know for sure that at least one National Security Agency agent is living close by in my vicinity. Why the fucking word voirdire is not recognized by Spellchecker is crazy, as I have seen this spelled in legal books, and yet it won't even give me a correct spelling as per their information since they say that I am in fucking error. WOW THAT, huh lovely British moaning Oprah??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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As stated in the opening of my previous blog, roaches and hammerers are a non ending hell in this mother fucking hellhole. I truly believe that one causes the other. Every time the hammering is bad, the FUCKING ROACHES GO ON A ROLL AS WELL, not some time, not often, but EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING TIME, WONDERFUL KIND SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I killed some giant ones on my wall a couple hours ago, and again, I have emptied an entire can of mother fucking RAID all over every square inch of this horrible rotten apartment here at nightmare PUBLIC HOUSING. Many say this is all my own fault. I call it the Judge Judy Syndrome. What peeps in her category can never understand since they absolutely cannot relate in any personal or human way to the miseries of truly fucking cursed people such as myself, is that no matter what we do or how hard we try, ALL OF OUR MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN PATHETIC DEMONIC LIVES, NOTHING EVER WORKS OUT, AND THE ONE THING WE CANNOT EVER GET OUR HANDS ON IS $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. We all know that without $$$$$$$$$, you cannot have anything in this life other than endless misery. It may indeed be no cure all, and it does not stop all the woes and ills of the world, nor can it cannot buy true love, or true friends, or good health, BUT IT MOST DEFINITELY WOULD SOLVE ALL OF MY ROTTEN FUCKING CUNT SNIFFING PROBLEMS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED. This is JUST REALITY SON, as Mister Dennis Snyder from up in Jersey knows fully well, and would most definitely agree with me on, as he is a true realist, and yes peeps, I LOVE FUCKING REALISTS!!!!!!!!! I am sick of people like Mike Patterson and so many others, who refuse to accept reality when it goes against their grain or their belief systems. They are only hurting themselves in the end game and the long run of all things. My mother and Mike would get along super fucking great. She was literally the queen of head games and other such silly dog shit. If it works for them, fine and fucking dandy, as IT MOST CERTAINLY DOESN'T WORK FOR ME, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

Hyperspace is talked about a lot for one great and powerful NON-OZ wizards reason and one reason only. It is the key to everything, and for those like myself who appear to be under some wild inconceivable curse of infinite bad luck, that can never be halted, even through Christianity; it is the only voice of reason in a sea of madness, to quote the lovely Amy Madigan from that marvelous movie called, “Field Of Dreams”! This short blog is going to touch on some more shit pertaining to this, and at later points down the road, I will expound further on any new concepts that may be discussed. First off, David Roth and I had several talks late in the nineteen-eighties regarding the seeming inability on our parts, to get to the bottom of finding out just who or what is carrying out these vicious assaults on us as all things MUST HAVE A SOURCE, even 'spiritual problems from out there somewhere'. All things means all things, without mother fucking exception. He told me that I have no right to shoot at innocent targets just so I can get at the guilty ones, when it is impossible to ever rationally separate the wheat from the chafe to quote the great Jesus. I am quite sure that people have noticed that I am just not a strong enough individual to endlessly suffer through this nightmare fucking cunt HUNTINGTON CURSE, and then NOT STRIKE BACK AT ALL POSSIBLE TARGETS. This is why I may appear to be going after certain groups or people from time to time on these blogs. I am not able to do what David Roth wanted me to avoid doing. When I cannot take any more of this hellish unfathomable mother fucking shit being done to me day in and day out, and year in and year out; I will indeed strike out, and lash out; and I intend to keep right on going, and EVEN CROSSING OVER SOME MAJOR RED LINES EVENTUALLY, IF THIS SHIT DOES BOT BACK THE SHIT EATING HELL OFF OF ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When we dream into the hyperspace, where our infinite alternate lives are existing on a transdimensional plane of unbelievable proportion; there is the same apparent illusion of separation that exists in any one given dimension of existence. We appear to perceive a SEPARATION between ALL TIME and ALL SPACE, when there really is only MIND that is causing this separation. This same thing also applies quite naturally, to the separation between these dimensions of alternate realities where we go, inside of our dreams, as our true soul-entity of triune beingness. The magic of three is one thing, and yes it is powerful truth beyond imagination on pales of steroids, BUT folks; the truth of what we truly are and how it moves us along in this fifth dimensional hyperspace system is ever larger, and even the great Bernie's HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE is impotent here, to attempt to rationally verbalize any of this to its actual legitimate proportions. We may wish to have a dream where we are at our favorite place or with someone who we love and want to be with, but do we go to where this is and DREAM IT IN to our soul-beingness connectivity? No. Very rarely does anyone successfully control what we dream, how long we dream it by human rational time terms, or any other such thing pertaining to our being able to manipulate the dreaming experience. But I do promise this world that I fully know that our true-soul-triune-beingness does in fact control our trips into fifth dimensional hyperspace or where and what WE DREAM! The real true us does indeed have absolutely full control over everything, just as much as we can control our bodily movements from the time we open our eyes up and begin our days until we fall back into bed, close our eyes, and lose our waking world awareness. Our five senses control most of our waking day and when we shut them down, we can separate ourselves from the waking world and we do just that. But there is that word again, SEPARATE. In truth, mind produces the illusion of separate broken up areas of space, be it blocks or rooms or counties or countries or light years of space distance. It also separates the seconds and the minutes and the hours, and eventually the years and so on. The truth is that MIND controls all SEPARATIONS. Separations only exist because MIND CREATES THEM. MIND exists and is made alive through a biochemical and electrical process no where near fully understood by any part of the medical industry. This mind exists and is powered by blood coursing through our arteries and veins and then an oxygenation process makes our brains exist. Still, the truth here is MIND is now existing PHYSICALLY. This mind is now a part of the SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM) system. Before Einstein made us see that space and time is really SPACE-TIME, the world would laugh just as hard and loud at that as they are doing with my Morianity's claims of STM. The TSE or (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of Morianity's hyperspace mechanics and hyperspace equation, deals with the phenomenon that the separation in-between the alternate realities is also a mere illusion that MIND when physically existing, is indeed creating. It is separating space to create distances, it is separating time to create a physically workable life where events can both appear to be behind as well as ahead of some weird unexplainable eternal now, and also, it is creating the separation of the parallel universes of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. As I typed this out, Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just fucking cunt nailed me with that goddamn ass mouse prompt that places the page eleven of eleven bullshit onto my mother fucking computer monitor screen. I will need to compensate for that with rows of fives, yo!

This will now take me into PAGE TWELVE. That rotten witch bitch, to quote me' ol' 1999 girlfriend, Mizz Helen Zebriski, really “Got me GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD”!

The saddest part of al of this is that somewhere in the absolute truth of hyperspace-mechanics or (fifth dimensional towel-seepage-effect), most likely are all of the answers, so that truly innocent fucking targets need not be continually struck. For example, if Patty and Merry are completely innocent in all of thissssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz AMC-SLEK; then I would not say some of the things that I have said over the past half decade or more, and let out so many secrets, and believe me, there are plenty more secrets where those came from, folks. Lads and lassies; there also are zillions of other HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE secrets that would most definitely NOT BE APPRECIATED should I ever start talking, in numerous other circles of “Scott Ransom's VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Several nights back, and no, I never mentioned it at the time because I was suffering through other more pressing and current M2F bullshit on cunt huffing steroids squared, but I was in northeast Philadelphia again, only this time, I was right there at the illustrious and great magical throat specialists office off of GRANT AVENUE. I won't get into a lot of it right now, but so much dogshit is really beginning to tie together for me. The problem is that the Mister Quay Syndrome is going to kick in unless I can open up a laboratory and somehow legally begin transfusing myself. Ever since sonny-BUSH was elected, it is absolutely illegal in this rotten nation to do the things that would solve many problems, such as social security going bankrupt, elder care, and zillions of related problems that all stem from people aging and becoming ill in this land. We won't even touch this dogshit for now. I am tired and as the old song lyrics go, “I want to go to bed”!!!!!!!!! Good old eighth grade history teacher at the great illustrious HTHS (Haddon Township High School) said something that stayed with me front and fucking center ever since late in 1967 in his classroom, just down the street from Albert Pileggi's home, where I met the great future Congressman Rob Andrews back in the middle seventies. He said, “Just when you get old and wise and start getting it all put together, KAPUT”!!!! This means touched by the non-TV angel from the nineties, or the other angel, Mister Morty Mortino. And there is no getting around this powerful truth. Even if the unthinkable were to happen where I could set up a lab and begin transfusing blood from still growing young teenagers, into my body for twenty or thirty years, eventually, all things that are capable of killing anybody continue to have greater and greater mathematical odds of happening to us with each passing minute and millennia for crissake. There is no stopping the statistical reality of this, as a giant bolder can fall down on anybody at any time, or Diana can directly strike, or we can be the victim of gun violence, and on and on and on, car crashes, boat crashes, the list is absolutely endless, and to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, who played lovely Samantha Stevens, the witch on that super cool marvelous sixties television show called, “Bewitched” she said to her husband Darren regarding what his angry mother in law might do to him, “The possibilities are endless”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never ever forget anything. I may block out super unpleasant things, but eventually, even they return in feverish ghoulish nightmares, such as on the fifth of October in the year of 2008. I believe the title of that blog that talked about thissssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz lovely Erika Kane; is “HOW MANY TIMES MY FRIEND”?

To quote the mighty shoe-knocker-outer, Sir Chester-Frank here folks, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

ENDlessness AND END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!

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FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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Roaches and hammerers are a non ending hell in this mother fucking hellhole. A fire alarm woke me at quarter past four this morning, and at 12:41 my dirt bag hammering TRIAD NABES FROM FUCKING HELL STRUCK AGAIN, hammering on my wall and ILLEGALLY SCREWING WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS WHY I HAVE ENDLESS DISGUSTING MOTHER FUCKIG CUNT LAPPING DIRTY DISEASED COCK ROACHES, SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!

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We can skip today's weather, as we all know that Fort Pierce is mostly hot and hellish, with an occasional miserable hurricane or other nasty mess. The whole mother fucking world can go straight to DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, my LEGALLY CREATED photobucket photo is all blured out on my office document files, by way of some rotten fucking WALL STREET PAID OFF AND MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT HACKER, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, AND I AM UNDER ANOTHER ASSAULT THAT BEGAN AT JUST PAST FOUR THIS MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING!

I sure wish you'd goddamn help out an old diseased dying and totally fucking pathetic old man, Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and yes, BUTTERCHEESE too Spellchecker, I won't expect any fucking nice whittle miracles in here or in heredahelda either, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!

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Occupation	persecution study statistic and paranormal researcher
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Introduction	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.
Interests	Finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
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Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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My following words will tell some more about major hidden (occult) things, Mizz Patricia Hollister, and others in the FEE-FREE system of the 06-07 times, yo!!!! THE MILITUFORCE JUST CRASHED MY CUM PUKE HER, SHERIFF SIR, AT 1:03 P.M., KIND SIR. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TOSTAND IDLY BY AND PERMIT THIS ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE ON ONE OF YOUR CITIZENS HERE IN YOUR COUNTY, OH GREAT WONDERFUL AWESOME SIR?????????? Yes folks, we WILL BE DISCUSSING THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MAGICAL LADY ON THIS BLOG, AKA PATRICIA HOLLISTER OF GLOUCESTER CITY, AND MANY OTHER CITIES AS WELL, & AS WELCOME.Bienvenido.Bienvenue. Yes, good old Microsoft Spellchecker. SAY IT MIKE MCNULTY, GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CUNT EATING SAY IT, YO! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, and it ain't even fucking 1971 any longer, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, ALL JOANNA'S.

NOT ENDocrinologists, AND END TRANSMISSION.

BUTTERCHEESE AND BUTT, BIG ASS TYPE, WE WILL NOW CONTINUE ONWARD; OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND TOTALLY ROTTEN PAULA KING, QUEEN OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!

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NO WILDFIRES PERMITTED, SIR UNCLE SNOOTS HEINZ GOTTWALD OF BABYLON, NEW YORK!

On the Astral Plane of existence, there is a large city in the capitol province of Olympia, and it is called, when translated into Earth Planet English Language, HYDROGLACIA. All of the stars that we perceive in the skies in our waking reality, are indeed astral cities back in the Purgatory. Do I truly believe that I was semi-awake when I was 'contacted' by this incredible star, not once, but TWICE? YES. That is how CONTACT is usually made, when we are SEMI-AWAKE, or SEMI-ASLEEP, depending on if you wish to say it one way or the other way. When contact is made between ASTRAL ENTITIES and human beings here, while dreaming off of the Purgatory; as long as it never goes beyond the acceptable and very heavily Milituforce governed semi-awake contact, or as Morianity calls it, 'acceptable contact' Go ahead and try to stop me from getting some major revenge for this goddamn assault on me, PROJECT AIR FORCE BLUEBOOK CLUB!!!! “If you ever open up your mouth about this, we won't give you a moment's peace for the rest of your lives”. If you don't believe me, contact the mother fucking television station in NYC, WPIX, and verify it, IF YOU STILL CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The only problem left in all of my overturning of stones project is this one. I am fully willing to forget all of the things that happened to me and never talk about it, if the Milituforce would allow me a normal life, but THEY WILL NOT. Maybe it is the point of no return syndrome, where once you know too much, you are a threat to their new world fucking Orwellian Order. Who can even really fucking know, me peeps?

So let us now discuss Patty-H, as well as Privecode, Hydroglacia, and other such related fucking topics; me folks of the Shamrocks, and other kind Blogaudians!!!!

We have talked about my purchase of a machine called the PRIVECODE, invented by a company called the International Mobile Machines, Incorporated, which later on became the Inter-digital Corporation. This machine was delivered to me some time in early or middle December of 1982, if I am at all correct; right around the very same time that I had met three beyond weird human beings, at a place called Warwick Auto Sales, in Magnolia, New Jersey, owned by a private airplane owner by the name of Mister Everett Simpson. In that place, I also came to meet the other two nut jobs, Mister Herby Letts, and Mister George Belton. All things fit together in huge major ways, such as Herby and his lasers to the moon, and his perpetual motion machine, and many other such nightmares. First off, Patty H is so mixed up in all of this that I don't dare get fully specific because my already horrible and screwed up life would alter on a damn ass dime if I do, and I KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will 'naut' cross over the absolute RED LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT folks, I can say quite a bit more about the 'PRIVECODE', knowing of course there as well, just where the ABSOLUTE RED LINE CROSSING MARKS AND BRIDGES TRULY ARE, and RESPECTING THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! However people, on this blog, I just may cross over a few mother fucking RED LINES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was all during the old analogue days, BEFORE THE DIGITAL REVOLUTION came, and I could not afford to make the video stores richer by renting movies, as money was always tight for me. So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!! I think it is very appropriate here to ponder this mystery. Why is there no such device today when it would be so needed to screen out ROBO calls, and for that matter, this automatically leads us to an even huger query? Why then back in those days WAS THIS MACHINE REALLY INVENTED BY THE MYSTERIOUS IMM CORPORATION????? What really was going on? First of all, I was one of the very few people who purchased it, or so I was told within a year or so. And then we come to one more incredibly interesting deal because folks, you see, when people experience similar or exact life experiences and stimulus, the average person will develop an average attitude towards that, not that any two persons are alike, mind you but still BUTTERCHEESE, and Spellchecker; most of us within the psychological norms, will indeed react similarly to 'same-stimuli'. Are people intentionally given same stimuli by HALLS FAWCES; is the next appropriate following query to examine here; me wonderful freaking blogaudians!!!!!!!!! On more than one occasion, I have come to meet doubles of people, who are NOT REALLY TWINS. For starters there was Desire', and Mizz Knowles, and then there was Phyllis at RPL, and Donna Summer. Now I will tell you a major private story about me wonderful 'baby-mama', Patty. She met a guy where she was working who she fell head over heels in love with, lucky prick. He did not feel anything towards her, and this made her crazy as all get out stink shit, cubed and Cuban. Then one day, she met another dude not all that far away from where she had met the first guy. He was a precise physical double of this original guy. He liked Patty, and they eventually fell in love, and more. Still, there is a ton of shit behind this story, and we must remember not to go too damn ass far across RED LINES, but me ol' pernt here still is goddamn CONTACT. Some force did the very same shit to me, as they did to P.H., at least in my humble opinion (IMHO). Bringing doubles into our lives and testing for a reaction. This all fits into a powerful Astral Plane secret that I have fucking dared quite cunt eating boldly to share openly with the residents of the Earth-Planet now, for thirteen years of blogging texts. That is, that the gods of the Purgatory, that the Air force believes to be aliens from distant points in the expansion, are bored to tears from the endlessly existing reality that all existers face, and thus in order to fucking distract away from this nightmare state, they have invented the concept of PLAYING GAMES, and this is where the entire world Olympics all comes from, the great Olympian GODS, or the MILITUFORCE ALIENS of UFOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE 1983 CONTACT M2F PUNISHMENT:

I picked my mom up at the PATCO train station in Lindenwold, New Jersey, and drove us back to our Atco home and ate dinner. After she went off to bed around a quarter past ten at night, I began flicking through channels and started to watch some stupid movie on the television. There was no cable television service in Atco yet in 1983, so entertainment was limited to only a few choices. I got a bag of M&M's candy and a soda and put them onto my card table in front of me, and began to watch this dorky ass show about some kids who did a song and were discussing how to make a few improvements to the recording, and after I was eating some candy and got into the show, approximately fifteen minutes later on, around 10:30 P.M., I suddenly was unable to clear my throat. To quote the great Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic City, New Jersey, “That is where it all began”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, this is only THE BEGINNING, and the after shocks that started practically instantly, are what is at issue, and is all part of this CONTACT, but I need to say one quick thing here and now on this blog. I used to watch in the afternoon, two shows on the Public Broadcasting Station (PBS) that were on back to back. I knew that this magical M2F (Milituforce) was behind making me want to watch those two shows that followed the Sesame Street show on PBS. As I type this message here in 2019, I was just goddamn fucking hacked big time, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AGAIN; and my blog shifted up for absolutely no mother fucking reason to the opening part of this paragraph and screwed up while I was typing this line and I had to go back and repair it. First the freeze up and now this 'move-the-line-hack', sir. But back on pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens and otherworldly and worldly Blogaudians; I decided to stop watching those shows. You might think on the fucking cunt eating face of it, this was a very benign thing for me to do, only it was not. Not when we consider the full impact of many following things. For one thing, right afterwards, this is when the fourth of June came, and BOOM, my mysterious medical condition that followed along, AS PER THE PRIOR AUTUMN'S PROPHECY, YO YO YO YO YO YO, while I resided at the world famous now perhaps, 1802 non Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now tell you what the last hack did to me, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. My death and my blood is on your hands, oh wonderful Sheriff KJM, sir!!!! Somehow my blog DUPLICATED ITSELF, as in TWINS, and my discussing a fantastic secret of PATTY HOLLISTER THE GREAT ALL-KNOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now tell me what the bloody heck I am imagining, kind sir! Please, just ga'hed and tell me THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I decided to close one of the two TWIN-BLOGS Sheriff and they both closed. Now when I went to reopen and pushed the open prompt after reentering the title on the file of the Open-Office Program on my PC system, it opened back up as one singular blog. NOW, did Patty do this to me sir, or did the MILITUFORCE, or did HALLS GAME PLAYING ASTRAL PLANE GODS FAWCES do this to me; oh wonderful and awesome kind SIR? Just how can I ever know such things; Sheriff Mascara, sir????? Gee freaking willagars!!!!!

'1-2-3'

1-2-3, or 3-2-1-----”CONTACT, IT'S THE REASON”!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT IS REALLY GOING ON? Well, I do not wonder any longer, not after all of my life, and then on top of this, that wonderful new television show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL called, Project Bluebook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also remember that wonderful soon to follow STAR TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION (TNG) show, created by futurist Mister Gene Roddenberry, who seemed to know about my choking condition, way back on the original sixties show, with the inventor of warp drive, Mister Zephran Cochran, when the landing party landed on that asteroid where one of the COILS had mated with Mister Cochran. There is absolutely no way that Mister Roddenberry could have known so much unless he REALLY DID KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for new shit on today's blog, wonderful kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, here is a real doozie-whopper saved for this very fine occasion of my DEATH HARASSMENT TODAY oh great kind sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! I will quickly CAP in this first, however, followed by a counterstrike from lovely MAGGIE, AKA my MAGNESONIC, without any car crash 'accidents', Miami incidents, rip offs, or wheel chairs!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I had a recording system connected up to all of my telephone stuff, and many times when CONTACT was made with me, the little girl on the other end sounded very much like Sarjenka, and they all knew it too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes lads and lassies, between Count Von-Lennon Marcucci and Mister Jehovah Witness Woodside, someone or something, CAPTAIN KIRK sure seemed to have some powerful and forbidden knowledge pertaining to the offspring of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. I don't mean Woods or Woodside TEST PRESSING, or the great old record label ATLANTIC KRASSLE RECORDS. Still, KRASSLE means ATLANTIC on the Purgatory-Plane, and indeed, that really and truly and verily is HER CITY on the human world, ACNJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, is PAULA KING really and truly and verily the Almighty in human flesh today in the year of mother fucking 2019?????????????????? Again folks, who can ever really know shit like this for sure? You CANNOT prove to me or anyone else, scientifically, that SHE IS, or that SHE IS NOT, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!! What began for me as sort of a game, has turned into a wild horrendous unfathomable hell. Now what if we should all follow the advice of a great Astroblake spellchecker astrophysicist or cosmologist by the name of Doctor Carol Sagan, and UP THAT BY ONE DIMENSION? Get it? I fully believe that in order to distract away from the unfathomable hellishness of realization of endlessness, the gods or Purgatites of highest energy values, have learned how to use GAMES to distract themselves away from the nightmare. I also believe that these GAMES went TOO DAMN FAR, and now we have HUMANITY. Still, we all must dream off of the Purgatory when running out of energy, and thus, begin dreaming somewhere and into something, hence our cosmos and the great hyperspace expansion. The story of the serpent, Eden, and original sin is a perfect illustration that man can relate to, but if man ever wishes to evolve to what is truly happening here, this is why I have created mother fucking MORIANITY!!!!

This is ELDER ABUSE, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!! I am sixty-four years and fifty-nine days old, and that should make me an elderly senior citizen that protects me from these vicious mother fucking enemies, who relentlessly assault me and victimize me, and destroy my property, continuously and endlessly; as well as ruthlessly and without conscience, shame, or fucking cock sucking humanity whatsoever, me BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

What a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Across from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall

There will be some real sorry mother fuckers out there for this cunt eating vicious assault on me today; OH GODDAMN WORLD, IPYT!!!!

THIS DOGTOWNITE, AND

THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, IS NOT SIGNING OFF.

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Donald and Paula, PERRRR-fect together, huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody cares!!!!!! First I can just go and say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, huh Chester-Frank?

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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 17^th day of September, in this year of 2019, scanning for all my neighborhood and building enemies and my TRIAD NABES FROM HELL, 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.

100% power against whoever broke my telephone!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Now for my retaliatory counterstrike for that super horrific BOTBAR DAY, this blog number 18 of 2019, follows: You all heard me discuss the great galactic pulsar star, and me giving it the name of Hydroglacia. This is because on the Astral Plane of existence, there is a large city in the capitol province of Olympia, and it is called, when translated into Earth Planet English Language, HYDROGLACIA. All of the stars that we perceive in the skies in our waking reality, are indeed astral cities back in the Purgatory. Do I truly believe that I was semi-awake when I was 'contacted' by this incredible star, not once, but TWICE? YES. That is how CONTACT is usually made, when we are SEMI-AWAKE, or SEMI-ASLEEP, depending on if you wish to say it one way or the other way. When contact is made between ASTRAL ENTITIES and human beings here, while dreaming off of the Purgatory; as long as it never goes beyond the acceptable and very heavily Milituforce governed semi-awake contact, or as Morianity calls it, 'acceptable contact'; no persecution or harassment is received as a result, by the contactee, from the Milituforce system. However, in my case, a much more direct contact had happened in many numerous times in my past, and thus, whenever I have any major interactions or contact, I GET HARASSED, or you can use the expression given in 1988, on a New york City television station, with a very wonderful and truthful documentary that they had on one day, where two very secret agents were revealing that indeed, this is something that DOES HAPPEN, when it is 'UNACCEPTABLE CONTACT', and I speak of Agent Condor and Agent Falcon. Their exact words, if memory serves me at all well, after more than thirty years since I saw the show, directed at some folks who had taken pictures of some UFO craft crash site, and after their camera was confiscated by the milituforce, “If you ever open up your mouth about this, we won't give you a moment's peace for the rest of your lives”. If you don't believe me, contact the mother fucking television station in NYC, WPIX, and verify it, IF YOU STILL CAN!!!!!!!!! But bringing shit up to date with this siege on me with noise from my TRIAD SCUM NABES FROM DOGTOWN, we will discuss my mom's so-called 'alien abduction' in Philadelphia back in the middle-late nineteen-nineties, and what I now tell you all will be pretty mother fucking difficult to dispute, although many of course will endlessly keep right on trying to do so as this is literally programmed in to the system, so to fucking cunt ass speak, yo yo yo yo!!!! Oh yes folks, the MOUNTAINPEN IS UNDER A

MAJOR FUCKING:

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR; I AM UNDER A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE FROM THE ever illustrious WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES ON THIS seventeen September of twenty-nineteen. Still, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD? This never goes out of style or so it seems, along with all great Carey's Lamp telephone conversations with great Gloucester City residents, such as the mighty and high filuting Mister James Tiberius Burr. Yes folks, apartment names are no different than any other James Redfield synchronicity events, written about so wonderfully in his great Celestine books late last century, Prophecy, and Vision. Let us further examine and explore here, shall we all lovely Joann/Joanna's all over the place????????? Heredahellda and here comes Mortimer Mortino the ANGEL OF DEATH passing by my right fucking cunt side, at 1:38 this disafsternoon on 17 September, 2019. WOW THIS, huh lovely weight watching big O? Those Brits even moan sexy, huh Ray Curtis and all other marvelous NYC detectives. This fucking cunt death angel is really on me, yo. Get fucking lost, you loser lightweight!!!!!!!!!

I told the story before on prior blogging texts about the home that I rented shortly after escaping the SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call and label it, at 231 South Route 73 in Blue Anchor, New Jersey. This hammering bitch either above me or next door to me is REALLY MAKING ME NUTS TODAY, SHERIFF, AND PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITIES. The Milituforce is really mother fuckign persecuting me today with these evil nabes from HELL. I will call 911 soon if this hammering does not stop, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, AND THAT IS A TOTAL PROMISE, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just left a message for my wonderful sheriff and I will be forced to call the cops soon as this is not backing off. I cannot be positive if it is being done by my enemies next door or upstairs, but if I was forced to make a double or nothing million dollar bet at gun point, I would say it is from these asshole enemies NEXT DOOR TO ME AT THE 605 CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, illegally. It is not lawful to run a business that disturbs other neighbors with noise or activity in ANY APARTMENT SYSTEM, PUBLIC HOUSING OR OTHERWISE. Nothing is stopping them, even banging back on the walls. Now I have to repair with Spackle where my fist went through my walls, and it is not stopping this banging sound. I WILL HAVE TO CALL 911 AND REPORT THIS TO THE MOTHER FUCKING POLICE. I have not fallen under A DEATH SIEGE THIS SERIOUS IN YEARS WHERE I HAD TO CALL THE COPS ON NEIGHBORS. I think the MILITUFORCE knows what I want to speak out about concerning my mother and the Philadelphia abduction and its connections into the house in blue Anchor that in my opinion anyway, absolutely proves beyond any doubt whatsoever, that this was no longer my mother. I already told how she had said before moving into there, over at the J.F. Kennedy Hospital's Stratford Division on Laurel Road back a couple months earlier, where she told my Cousin Donald that day, “I have no son”, and Donald looked at me with a wild expression as if he sure did not envy my life's hellishness one tiny little mother fucking bit. I know that WALL STREET is the reason, along with mother fucking PARALLEL EVENT, is what is causing today's MONSTER FUCKING CUNT DEATH SIEGE WITH MY TRIAD NABES FROM HELL. It has been extremely volatile ever since Donald has pulled this fucking trade war tariff bullshit with good old I-CHINGVILLE AKA CHINA of the lands of NO-CHAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell you all out here in the Ancient Astronaut Theorists future society or club or whatever, about the connections into the home owned by a Mister Guthrie Short, in Blue Anchor, the same place you heard my school chum discuss on the WFMU BEWARE OF THE BLOG COMMENT, regarding my enemies and how distance and time do not seem to effect my interactions with them one tiny bit, and NO SIR, RUSS OLD PAL, THEY MOST DEFINITELY DO NAUT, 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

My mother always dreamed of having a kitchen with a 'BOOTH'. The home at 231 Route 73 South INDEED HAD A BOOTH, a really nice one too, right between the kitchen and the dining room area. I kept my mouth shut at the time, partly because I was going through horrendous other MILITUFORCE woes and problems on a cosmic scale, and partly because I knew it was JUST BETTER LEFT FUCKING ALONE, and we all know about those kind of situations, don't we folks? I know that most of you or all of you out here have indeed been there and thus can fully relate. Just put what you may be relating to on a mountain top and add in a bucket of steroids. Yes, she always wanted and talked about having someday, a kitchen booth. But whoever this NEW PERSON WHO WAS IMPERSONATING MY MOTHER AFTER THE ALIEN CONTROL-CONTACT HAD FOREVER CHANGED HER was, she had absolutely no such memories, and no such desires. This WAS NOT MY MOTHER. She had memories sufficient enough to pull off the fake phony impersonation of her, and THAT WAS ALL. That WAS NOT MY MOM, but rather some taken over exploratronic puppeteer controller of the MILITUFORCE. I know this is true, SHERIFF, every bit as much as I know this horrible assault on me today in my LEGALLY PAID FOR APARTMENT, was also done just and only, FOR THE ILLEGAL PURPOSE OF PERSECUTING ME, and sir, this is MAJOR ILLEGALL ELDER ABUSE, and needs to be addressed as an additional charge when I have these diseased dirt bag subskummite bastards next door prosecuted in court soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise that these enemies WILL PAY FOR THIS HORRIBLE ATTACK ON ME TODAY, Sheriff sir, I absolutely guarantee and promise you that, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir kind Sheriff and all other Blogaudians and hopefully the AATS someday soon; I spoke another powerful truth on my last blog, the NOTES T1 section of this current blog. Indeed, I tell you all with a whole and full heart, the biggest covered up secret of all is that we are all Astral Plane entities and we dream off of this purgatory and out here into this big banged out hyperspace, and also that not only is GOD Almighty a triune being, but SOUL IS TRI-ENTITY BEINGNESS, and THAT is the hugest fucking secret that can ever be let out of the bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is truth so help me Almighty great wonderful awesome PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. One powerful mother fucking thing that even mighty evil twisted diseased puke licking WALL STREET understands and wholeheartedly knows and believes to be true, is that a reality exists that Morianity and Mountainpen labels and calls, “The Truth Of Opposites” or just TTOO for a shortened abbreviation that may again be used, and yes, if I do, I'll remind you what it stands for several times again. This can be totally reflected in the rule of where smart money goes, and it can be endlessly displayed and seen with crystal clarity, how all humanity seems to endlessly see things backwards. I speak of the sun quite obviously going around the Earth for starters and maybe the greatest largest example of any other following ones. Even the great BIBLE SCRIPTURES say that the first shall be last and the last first, and goes onto say how the mighty will serve and the servants will be the masters, and on and on I can go here, and most of you out here absolutely know that I am speaking 100% truths here.

Yes you would have to have lived with my non Liverpool's mom, Mister Mike Soft, in order to 'weelwee appweeseeate' to full effects of why I am discussing this thing with the fucking kitchen booths. She always talked about having one before she died to make her life complete, and she really went on and on milking it to death folks. Then we move into such a place, and it was as if it had no meaning at all for her. This is why I claim that SHE WAS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PERSON after the abduction in Philadelphia, followed shortly by the crazy death trance that night in her bedroom at that Somerdale hellhole death house! To this day I still have nightmares about what the fucking cunt lapping Milituforce did to her the day after 1997's Christmas. Don't you fucking get it, yo?????????????????????

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JANE WHORE GOT ME!!!!!

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