BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE M2
1:19
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
7
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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NUMDWATATES
NOTE L2
4:22
POST
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
AFTERNOON
7
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
JEEEEZE-LOUISE-FONTY!!!!
Some
things are just dots and dashes, yessir. Other things such as this in
1988; well, you would have to prove to me that this is all just
endless bunches of random ass chance coinkeedinks, Sheriff KJM, me'
wonderful awesome kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLS
MILITUFORCES
know of course that me' only two witnesses to that little “other
Egg Harbor, New Jersey school”
stuff, weelwee weelwee 'weelwee' did happen, you know, Diana's
wonderful grand-pappy! Oh boy wow and
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' to all of this; huh wonderful
shoe-knocker-outer Sir CHESTER-FRANK OF NO-JOYSEY???
They
can do some crazy things,
impersonating
queens and kings.
But
now she lies forever strapped
inside
a field that keeps her trapped.
Ralph
and Sandy cry the blues
Because
their queen from hell must lose
The
valve of space and time is gonna'
blow
her fuse!
©
1983, Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud!
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26, 2019 7:00 AM – Oct
3, 2019 6:00 AM
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N.M.
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WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q.
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THIS
IS NOT YET POSTED, AS THIS IS STILL IN THE MYSTERIOUS REALM OF
PHOTON-PROJECTION, AKA (THE FUTURE).
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
HUGE
FUCKING TIME
ON
THIS DAY
7 OF OCTOBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, BY FULLY WIPING
OUT MY HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST
ACCOUNT TWICE AT HALF PAST EIGHT LAST NIGHT, AND AGAIN AT 4:09 THIS
AFTERNOON, WHOEVER IS HACKING MY PERSONAL FUCKING COMPUTER, AND
WHOEVER IS BEHIND THE ENDLESS BEBT COLLECTION PERSECUTION ON ME, AS
WELL AS THIS MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AND FROM
OUTSIDE WHEREVER IT IS COMING FROM TODAY, 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.
I
have not taken the LIGHTBULB
HACK
in numerous years, and that
just popped on
a few seconds ago, and it is now precisely 4:35
on this major fucking
SUPER
BOTBAR DISAFSTERNOON, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND THIS IS A MAJOR MOTHER
FUCKING:
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
**RED
ALERT-RED ALERT-RED ALERT**
THE
MOTHER FUCKING ENEMY
MILITUFORCE
JUST STRUCK ME WITH ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER
HEALTH ASSAULT ON MY BODY,
BEFORE I BEGAN THIS CUNT LAPPING BLOG, FORCING
ME TO GO AND SHIT IN A HURRY,
FORTUNATELY JUST
FUCKING MAKING
IT TO THE
COCK SUCKING JOHN,
AND AVOIDING THE CLEANING UP OF ANOTHER
NASTY-ASS HORRENDOUS MESS
ALL
OVER THE PLACE;
SHERIFF
MASCARA,
ACLU,
FBI,
STATE
AND LOCAL PEEDEE,
AND ANY OTHER POSSIBLE CARING PLACE OR AGENCY, OR PERSON OUT HERE, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO 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 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 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 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 YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
YES
SHERIFF,
I AM UNDER A HYPER MAJOR SUPER ASS FUCKING TOTAL DICK EATING:
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
RED
ALERT***RED ALERT***RED ALERT
MY
COMCAST
CABLE SERVICE WAS FROZEN
UP AGAIN. THE ASSAULT AND PERSECUTION HAPPENED AT 4:09,
AS THE HEALTH ATTACK WAS ALSO BEGINNING ITS SIEGE ON ME
SIMULTANEOUSLY, YO
BRO.
SHORTLY BEFORE THAT AROUND TWENTY OR SO MINUTES PAST THREE, I HAD
ANOTHER HARASSING
DEBT COLLECTION PHONE CALL
FROM THE CRIMINAL CROOKED EXTORTION KINGS KNOWN AS 'PORTFOLIO
RECOVERY'!
I
was awakened to major loud outside noise unless it came from an
apartment somewhere in the building, sounding like loud metal
clanging and crashing into other metal. I was unable as is the case
so many times, to visually find out where the source of this fucking
annoyance was stemming from, and I tried as I always do, believe me
folks, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! This was around shortly past two
P.M.
Here
is the mother fucking WEATHER REPORT FROM 'TWC' as of 3:53 on this
MAJOR MONDAY SUPER BOTBAR TOTAL FUCKING DISAFSTERNOON, YO YO YO
YO!!!!
TEMPERATURE:
84
DG-FHT
HEAT
INDEX: 92
DG-FHT
SKY
CONDITIONS IN TOWN: PTLY
CLDY
AIR
QUALITY: GOOD
SUNRISE
IN FORT PIERCE: 7:17
ANTE' MEDN
HUMIDITY:
72%
WINDS:
E
AT 16
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY: 90%
TOMORROWS
PREDICTED HIGH: 86
DG-FHT
OBVIOUSLY
THAT MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG WALL STREET STOCK MARKET IS STILL
EXTREMLY VOLATILE. THIS IS WHY THE MILITUFORCE USES THIS MONSTROUS
COCK SUCKING TOOL AND WEAPON OF UTTER COVERT DIVESTATION AND
DESTRUCTION AGAINST ME, CALLED, PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY.
Ever since Mister jerk off fucking Trump found out that I used it at
his casino that day in good old mother fucking jerked off Atlantic
City, No Joysey, in the summer time of 1986, my days of Madonna's
true blue heaven ENDED FOREVER, and he and his criminal fixers and
henchmen BEGAN USING THIS TOOL AND WEAPON AGAINST A LEGALLY BORN
UNITED STATES MOTHER FUCKING CITIZEN, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA
SIR, AND LOVELY COED 1997 PRIZE PATROL WINNING, MIZZ K.J. MCALLISTER,
NOT CROWLEY, AS IN JOHN J SPROUL THE CHILLMO OR WHATEVER HE DID BACK
IN CUNT CHEWING TIME SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.
I AM DYING SHERIFF, AND MY BLOOD SIR, IS ON YOUR HANDS HERE IN YOUR
CVOUNTY, FROM THESE SICKO DISEASED MONSTERS, ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
ADA Mister Ron Wirtz Senior over at the Camden County Prosecutor's
Office in Camden City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, told me that it was
absolutely “BIG BUSINESS” that is doing these things to me. I
believe him as he also told me that “THEY” have “BUDDIES” in
the “military” services who indeed carry out the air strikes on
me, as well as “BUDDIES” in the civil government system who pass
legislation's that endlessly do all that they can covertly and
invisibly to injure me and every part of my life to the maximum
possible degree that they can get away with pulling it all off with
minimal risk of the forbidden EXPOSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I
carefully examine and measure how these things all of this time
without fail, seem to endlessly have an absolutely planned objective,
goal, and purpose, throughout
all of this unfathomable persecution being done to me since I left
the COOLEY HIGH HELL HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG;
one cannot escape observing the reality that just AS BIG BUSINESS
WORKS AND OPERATES in exact perfect planned and very systematized
ways, THIS
TOO IS A PERFECT REFLECTED MITRROR IMAGE OF 'THEM',
you know, the peeps behind the great illustrious OZ-CURTAINS OF
“BIG-BIZZ”!!!!!!!!!! It really does most definitely endlessly
dispel any wonderment or query that maybe, this great man at the
Prosecutor's Office was wrong about any of this. It seems to be 100%
on the mother fucking $$$$$$$$$$, Sheriff Ken Mascara, me' kind
wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
really mother fucking major thing that proves to me should nothing
else be there to prove it to me, that indeed, Mister WIRTZ WAS
TOTALLY CORRECT regarding the “BIG BUSINESS” enemies of WALL
STREET, AND THE ICPE-APE-TRUMPED-TECH, is that business does not
operate the way NON-BIZZ stuff does. For example, they only go with
what IS, and equating this to energy, I am speaking of kinetic verses
'potential' energy. I can fucking threaten a million times to do
something that will in some way big or small, HURT THEM, to warn them
to fucking back off, and unless I actually do it and then it DOES
REALLY HURT THEM, it is words falling on deafer ears than Helen
Keller's. If I 'just
say'
on my blog, that I will do something that will have 1000
units
of negative effect on the MILITUFORCE
and their ops, it is literally a
trillion times less of potential power for me,
than to 'actually
DO ONE THING THAT DOES'
have negative effects on them, even if that effect measures
only 5
units.
This
is a powerful thing to come to realize and know
in this MAJOR
FIGHT WITH THESE MILITUFAWCES
all these mother fucking cunt huffing decades of time, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOO
Mister Crane sir, if nothing else exists in all of this Morianity, it
is perdy dern fucking swell and swift to come to know and realize
that I HAVE THROUGH PURE LOGIC ALONE, PROVEN THAT WALL STREET AND BIG
BUSINESS, AS THE ADA PROSECUTOR IN FACT TOLD ME IN THE
NINETEEN-NINETIES, SHERIFF SIR, AND FBI DUDES, IS THE ENEMY CULPRIT
WHO IS DESTROYING MY LIFE AND WHO WIPED OUT THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT
POOR PITIFUL LITTLE DEFENSELESS SPECIAL ED KID!!!!!!!!! Must make
them feel like real big heroes, yo!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
A
fire alarm is now going off in this hellhole place, Sheriff sir, at
6:18 this evening, yo. Ain't life fucking totally grand; David
Charles Roth, yo bro?????????????????????? Yes, those
lying fucking twisted bastards from the HOUSING AUTHORITY
totally screwed me, and never
fixed my window,
or my venetian
blinds.
I
AM DEFINITELY MOVING THE SHIT EATING HELL OUT OF HERE, AND OUT OF
THIS ROTTEN SHITTY FUCKING FLORIDA TOO, YO!
SO A GREAT BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yessir,
the MILITUFORCE
LEAVES ABSOLUTELY NO
STONE UNTURNED
ON REALLY BAD NASTY-ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING SUPER SUPER SUPER
FUCKING BOTBAR DAYS, OR DAYS THAT ARE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL, ALREADY
RATED, FOR BACK IN THE DAYS WHEN I USED TO KEEP MY 'LIFE CHARTS',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am correct, and I usually fucking am,
Sheriff KJM kind sir, they're STILL
NOT FUCKING DONE WITH ME YET,
ME' WONDERFUL SIR AND BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But is is
only a matter of time before my MAGNESONIC will indeed exact revenge
for its creator, me, and I will continue to monitor the news
broadcasts daily, yo! So another mother fucking big-ass
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE is in order, right folks??????? Ladder 15
is here now, yo!
They
cannot seem to shut off the thing.
It
keeps popping back on, boy oh boy!
LET'S
SEE IF IT STAYS OFF THIS TIME!
IT
IS 6:30, NO IT IS ON AGAIN, WOW O.W.
I
TOLD YOU THEY ARE GONNA' KILL ME!
''MELLLLLY
MELLLLLY CLISMAS''; Ex-FCC Director-Chairman, Bob McDowell;
old buddy, from 1972, at the great wonderful awesome Cooley Wormhole
Hall of Haddonfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
LIFE
IS VELY VELY VELY INTELESTING, HUH OLD
FCC
CHAIRMAN AND PAL OF MINE FROM C.H.?
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The
great one and only Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, here in Florida,
Saint Lucie County, in these great and awesome United States.
Hey
peeps, the world sucks for just about all of us, but that's no
goddamn reason to go all crybaby over it, Mister L&O Mickey
murderer Scott, YO, YO YO YO!!!!
]
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
AND
LASER RETRACE AND DISTANCE DELAY LUNSAT FIELD TECHNOLOGY ALL ASIDE,
FOLKS; I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, AND
NEITHER DOES THE GREAT DAWN-MARIE KING, OR THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO
MECHANIC, WITH THE LOGO'S ALL OVER HIS DAM WEIRD JERSEY, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
8, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-74/L-59).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 67.
WIND
IS NNE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 8.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0009.
Well
between that monster punch that Keisha pounded my right arm with,
fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween
pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW,
you and me are two near time amputee patients, huh old neo-ho-rengay
key oh, chanter guy?
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer!
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So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
What
the fuck are you laughing at, YO?
My
life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty
son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay,
I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
0000.
Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and
going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla.
WOW, there was an old OUTER
LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
Like
WOW, Mister Macy-34.
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze
and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental
illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold,
and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for
some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in
Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie
Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to
recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween
parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where
Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and
Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets
and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in
there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of
th e2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, an dhow
WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet
you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a
hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
Gorgeous
inmate Alice Ciminelli
said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to
ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's
Law&
Order.
She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's
for short), “They
have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or
how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It
finds us, we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE L2
1:19
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
7
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
STATS
ON THE 'BOM' BLOG:
Aug
24, 2019 5:00 AM – Aug 31, 2019 4:00 AM
BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR-BOTBAR!!!!
|
Enemy
MILITUFORCE sub-scum, blew out my
damn bowels at shortly past one this morning, and this powerful
illegal assault on my frail elderly body is taking its toll. Yes
great AATS, at nine minutes past one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, around
just shy of Mizz Jane Sleazeweedsdisease
time, I took a nasty cramp and diareah attack, and these
bastards across from me, these ILLEGAL
ASSWIPE COUSINS with their endless bicycles, are slamming
in and out day and night, and just did another one now at 2:25 A.M.,
Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir. As if
anyone in this town of corruption could care in the least aniwho,
yo????????? People get away with all sorts of shit around here just
as long as they are connected into this totally corrupt political
local system, JUST AS WITH CHICAGO AND ATLANTIC
CITY, HUH AUNTIE ALICE WHITESLAVER GALLAGHER,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO? You and hubby, and your
pal Mister McGuire's great illustrious mother fucking
totally worthless rotten father, huh yo, BRO?
STATS
ON THE BOM:
Sep
26, 2019 7:00 AM – Oct
3, 2019 6:00 AM
|
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY,
OCTOBER 7, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 2:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2
WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
Of
Mountainpen)
week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-01-19
**********************************l*************
week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-08-19
************************************************
THIS
IS NOT YET POSTED, AS THIS IS STILL IN THE MYSTERIOUS REALM OF
PHOTON-PROJECTION, AKA (THE
FUTURE).
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 DAY
7 OF OCTOBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, WIPING OUT MY
HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH
BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST
ACCOUNT AT HALF PAST EIGHT
LAST NIGHT, AND ALSO CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY
TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES, 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.
At
about 8:30 last night, Sunday night, my Comcast Television service
was hacked and fucked with, starting this most recent new assault on
me, Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was forced again, to REBOOT, and
praise be to the north polarized FAWCES of the EMF in their
interaction with the CARBON-ATOM, it then resumed normal ops. Still,
this started the attack for Monday
and the NEW WEEK,
along with the endless unrelenting mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY
applied against me, ever since the middle nineteen fucking eighties,
as we
all know quite well by now;
huh Mister Joel Islander of the great state of NEW
YORK?????????????????
Miss
Whoreshit
'Notfondauatall',
just tried to fucking cunt nail me with her page
eleven dogshit,
but I
closed my eyes
before
she had a chance
to mother fucking pull
her evil
scummy skunk turds off against me, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
great AATS peeps, and any
other Blogaudians out here
that may be even remotely interested in hearing thisssssssssssssss,
and you too Mizz
MicroSUCKS SPELLchecker AMC-SLEK;
that Roadway Trucking Company employee who told me that day early
into the 21st
century and 3rd
millennium, that “I need to watch the Matrix movie”, laugh joke
wow yuk yuk funny funny funny Sheila Franklin, had his facts somewhat
out of order and absolutely discombobulated to the seventeenth power
of exponential mathematics. Yes, as per the true wisdom of those
behind the so-called fictional MATRIX-MOVIES, once we all truly
verily see and realize as plain as day, that the connections to all
dots here in physical caporial life, exist as an ASTRAL (line of
light energies groupation) between 'things there', we can then begin
to visualize these so-called 'Matrix-Movie' dots and dashes or
'whatever' that go onto become redhead girls, blond girls, brunet
girls, and zillions of other things here as well my wonderful peeps;
yet in Astral Truth are no more than these blips of energetic
whatever, and even more importantly we then can realize those
powerful and awesome biblical truths about laying up for ourselves
treasures in heaven, and scriptures that teach that things must first
happen in the heavenly realms before they go onto exist on the
Earthly physicality, also known as (AKA) here and now in the fifth
dimensional physicality of our human-beingness. In other words put
real simple ass easy as shit, even I whop know so much about these
things, still steer my boat in the wrong way. I first see the storm
and the way I wish to go, and all of that, rather than first
literally seeing that there is a true reality where if I just think
hard enough about it, I can move those tiny little dots and dashes
around to where they need to be, thus effecting things that I could
never really have any meaningful effect on by merely trying to lift
super heavy weighted objects that even Sir Hercules could never do.
This in a manner of speaking is like applying the forces to work on
your side rather than on their side, using paranormal pulleys and
fulcrums and so forth.
About
a week ago or maybe a little less, I woke up with my hands in a
semi-praying position only held outward as if somebody attempting to
crack their knuckles. I did not wake up even though my body was in
pain from doing thisssssssssssssss, Mizz Erika Lucci, me' lovely
flower. HALLS mighty evil HALLoweentown FAWCES wanted me to wake up
in great pain, and I did awaken eventually to me holding that
interlocked finger position very tightly, something that I would have
absolutely no mother fucking reason to ever do if awake and conscious
to this world's reality through and by way of my five natural sensory
systems, AKA the five-senses. We all have heard how SATAN does shit
to peeps when we are ASLEEP. We also have heard from the great AAT
Society and their beliefs that this is NAUT ASTRAL PLANE GODS but
actual physical plane beings or space beings, entities, aliens,
whatever the fuck they or anyone else may wish to call and or label
them! When I was in my late cock sucking teens, I would awaken many
times at that Dellway Arms Apartment that I was residing in there on
Oakland Avenue, to suddenly biting extremely hard as if my life had
literally depended on biting through something as hard as solid bone.
That
too was always extremely painful,
and put me of course, in a very bad mood on the following day,
since my mouth and my teeth many times would
still be in excruciating pain from this event,
that had ABSOLUTELY
NO RATIONAL RHYME NOR LOGICAL REASON FOR OCCURRING WHATSOEVER, YO,
Professor Michio Kaku and Sir David Childress, me wonderful awesome
BROS!!!!
I
absolutely totally mother fucking believe wholeheartedly, that the
great BLACK
FILE AGENCIES
do
know the absolute truth,
that indeed, these ASTRALPLANE
COINS AND COILS
(GODS
AND GODDESSES),
are behind this entire mess that humanity is stuck in, and they
do know precisely what is going on around all of us,
and yes, they
know that we couldn't handle this horrendous and monstrous mother
fucking nightmare truth that exists
all around us all, and that we all are totally one hundred percent
helpless to stop it or prevent or run away from any of it, NOT
FUCKING CUNT EVER, EVER, EVER!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, I
fucked
up
again,
so sahwee, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! I
said ten years, and it is ELEVEN YEARS
since that mother fucking day that I got home from my security guard
job and drove to the home owned by Judge
Frank Raso,
the local township judge of Hammonton,
Berryville, New Jersey,
AKA 'NO JOYSEY', by Mountainpen's
Morianity!!!!
The
ultimate highest part of proof that could ever be possible in and by
any rational thought process, of that great saying that we all know
and love or most of us do anyway, that says, “The grass is always
greener on the other side”, is the true incredible story told in
the “heavenly's” regarding the 'Existors
and the Non-Existors'!!!!!!!!!!
My
pal Ziggy in the summer of 1969,
would say over and over again how this saying was of major
importance, and that
people were deceived constantly and endlessly, by not seeing and
living its powerful truths.
He was correct but he was only fucking able to give the example of
how peeps on both the north as well as the south side of the Central
Pier where we were at on the beach, were doing the very same things,
you know, swimming in the ocean, playing or sitting on the beach,
even walking on the boardwalk; the whole deal. Taking this to its
maximum quintessential extreme really proves this saying is beyond
important a thing to try and live by, not that any of us ever really
will do this on a continual level; and we all slip, and forget to see
these truths from time to time. If we, the EXISTORS could trade
places with the NON'S, we would do it in a heartbeat, and then the
powerful epitome of truth strikes here, and that being, that if the
NON'S could trade places with us, all of us, any of us, as WE ARE ALL
THE EXISTORS and never ever forget that powerhouse truth please
folks; but if they could trade places with us, they too would do this
in a heartbeat, totally believing the great WOW-FACTOR of gee,
wouldn't that be nice, to quote the great old hit fucking music tune
of days long gone by! If this hugest possible example shows what I
now call, ZIGGY'S TRUTH, to be an indisputable reality, anything else
smaller that would have to be of course always contained within that
larger box of quintessential truth, would also always apply. If only
Ziggy knew such things as these, but them two peeps did know then,
and I am absolutely convinced of that, Patty
H.H. Hollister,
and her friend the
great
and mysterious Beach-Alchemist,
who somehow transmitted to me telepathically the great “LAW
OF 1”,
that went onto completely alter my life in ways that no words could
ever even hope to fully address.
Folks,
here it is hard punching and straight up, and RIGHT ON THE MOTHER
FUCKING SQUARE at the speed of light, with no holds barred at all on
this wrestling mat. I
AM GOING TO HAVE TO GO TO MY LOCAL FUCKING LIBRARY, SHERIFF MASCARA
SIR, WITHOUT WASTING ANY MORE TIME, and begin doing the necessary
research that will then allow me to JOIN THE LARGEST UFO CLUB OR
SOCIETY IN THE COUNTRY,
and for all I know, the AAT people already have such a groupation, as
this would be called on Patty
Hollister
Fascitar's ASTRAL-PLANE
of existence where we, all of us EXISTORS, endlessly EXIST,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot put this off any mother fucking longer, or
I AM A DEAD MOTHER FUCKER AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, CUBAN, AND RESQUARED
BY THE GODS THEMSELVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to tell what I know
after
existing physically on this EARTH-PLANET FOR 65-YEARS NOW,
come 4 December of this year, and I need to have them watch me to see
how real that all of these claims made by me, truly mother fuckign
are, and maybe even hopefully somehow help me with this HORRIBLE
MONSTROUS HUNTINGTON NIGHTMARE CURSE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, that has followed this family down the
generational fucking line now for many many fucking thousands of
goddamn ass years, yo BRO!!!! PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE DO NAUT be too
cock sucking quick to count me out folks of the great AATS, or to
count out my claims and or my knowledge about those things which I
make claim to knowing of because of the life that I have had to
endure and suffer through that goes beyond the unfathomable and
inconceivable times thirty-four and a half octillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poor Mike Patterson. He too has been utterly totally mother fucking
wiped out and obliterated, destroyed and wickedly horrendously
annihilated. As of right now, he is ion lots of physical pain as
these HALLS FAWCES have placed me in as well upon numerous fucking
occasions, his car is wiped out, my car too as you know came close to
be completely wiped out and destroyed back on the electrical number
9-27, and poor old little Mike has many issues on top of this, and we
BOTH GOT FUCKING TOTALLY SCREWED OR SO IT SEEMS RIGHT NOW, with both
of my wonderful ideas that we shared with the great marvelous Miami
FIU Professor. Thins couldn't get worse for the two of us pathetic
fucking helpless fragile frail dudes if an atomic mother fucking
blast were to go off that was a million times the strength of the two
that ended the great World War Two!!!!!!!!!! No peeps, I am left with
no choice now, as Trump won't mother fucking stop tormenting and
torturing me along with his marvelous evil powerhouse cunt lapping
fucking army of shit eaters from DOGTOWN-HELL,
the one and only monster-ass MILITUFAWCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have come to see that I was working with HALLS-SON over at the
Echelon Towers Building at the turn of the nineties somewhere, both
were at the same security company, both were tall AA males, and both
had the exact same surname of 'HALL', and no Mike Soft Spellchecker,
NAUT HALLoweentown, although right about now, yo, THAT WEELWEE
FUCKING CUNT APPLIES AS WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I'll never forget how I could hear his car coming from literally a
mile or more off. He had the most incredibly loud car on the planet.
This is the same place where I had a whole lot of wild and weird
totally fucking cunt unexplainable bullclit shit happening to me,
including the great and illustrious Mister JOE BERRIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the FLASH. WOW THAT, lovely Oprah girl, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!
Zuudlow Zuudlow pweeeeeeze, power power need, sheeeeeeeeeeit, I am
glad I wasn't supposed to say it a third time and get the great Sir
Beetlejuice all excited here, huh lovely daut-MC?
JEEEEZE-LOUISE-FONTY!!!! Some things are just dots and dashes,
yessir. Other things such as this in 1988; well, you would have to
prove to me that this is all just endless bunches of random ass
chance coinkeedinks, Sheriff KJM, me' wonderful awesome kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLS
MILITUFORCES
know of course that me' only two witnesses to that little “other
Egg Harbor, New Jersey school”
stuff, weelwee weelwee 'weelwee' did happen, you know, Diana's
wonderful grand-pappy! Oh boy wow and
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' to all of this; huh wonderful
shoe-knocker-outer Sir CHESTER-FRANK OF NO-JOYSEY???
They
can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But
now she lies forever strapped,
inside
a field that keeps her trapped.
©
1983,
Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud!
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TRANSMISSION.
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