NUMDWATATES
NOTE O2
3:57
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
9
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
OCTOBER 9, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7
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)
RETALIATORY
REVEALED SECRETS GRAPH:
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-01-19
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-08-19
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I
am getting another CABLE OUTAGE HERE AT MY RESIDENCE, Sheriff
Mascara. These mother fuckers are NAUT
GONNA' QUIT FUCKING HARASSING ME TO DEATH, and it is
ALL BECAUSE OF ROTTEN DONALD DIRTBAG
CRIMINAL TRUMP AND HIS PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
BEING USED AND APPLIED AGAINST ME, SINCE THE
MIDDLE MOTHER FUCKING NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!! The modem
totally died at ten minutes shy of four, and now it is back on again.
When the modem dies, it kills my phone, my internet, and my
cable-television services. I AM GOING TO GET
RID OF COMCAST VERY SHORTLY, since they
either are doing this to me, or they are permitting
this to be done to me, and either way, I
refuse to pay for the delight of these
asshole fucking shits to continue persecuting
me day and night, yo!!!
I
emptied another WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING CAN OF
RAID PEST SPRAY in my apartment about fifteen minutes ago,
RIGHT BEFORE THE OUTAGE STARTED,
SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully this will
alleviate the ROACH PROBLEM for three days or so. Many
times I need to empty A SECOND
RAID CAN into the apartment all
over the place before I get three days or so of peace from these cunt
lapping fucking rotten diseased cockroaches, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO. With these ILLEGAL BASTARD
GUEST COUSINS across from me over in UNIT
#608, it will always be nothing but dick licking endless
ROACH-CITY IN HERE, no matter what I do,
and all that I can hopefully do is somehow eventually save enough doe
to move the fucking shit swallowing hell out of this miserable PUBLIC
HOUSING NIGHTMARE BUILDING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and away from these
rotten miserable lowlife animals who pass themselves off as
homosapiens. AHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MCNY!
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
THE 7th
AND 8th
DAY OF OCTOBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT ON ME,
using my diseased evil TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES, as well as whoever is
bringing me endless rodents and cockroaches, and also whoever is
hacking my utilities and computer, and harassing me on the telephone
with ILLEGAL and non-collectable debts; 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.
The
great 'GASME
GAMES'
OF THE GODS and how they connect into the worlds of MUSIC
would take literally lifetimes to blog about in full elucidated
detail. Still, I can slowly keep plugging away telling more and more
and more and more, and thus, this is exactly what I plan to mother
fucking do, yo BRO!!!! After-all, I am I really and truly and verily
supposed to forget somehow some day some way, the PEARL
HARBOR NON PATRICIA HOLLISTER magical day in 1996, over at the
SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE, where I
was told by PINK
GODDESS
DIRECTLY, in that wild “VISION” as the “BIBLE” would
call it, and I quote HER; “Hey boy, let's
play a game called (Guess The Name Of The Guests)”!!!!
GAMES, GAMES, GAMES, HACKS, HACKS,
GASME'S, TWOS AND TOES AND SUE AND USE AND ON AND ON AND ON WE CAN GO
FOREVER AND EVER AND MOTHER FUCKING EVER,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
entire business or industry that pertains to musical stuff, or in
America, the RIAA (Recording industry Association of America), seems
to be hopelessly and absolutely inescapably intertwined and connected
all through me and my life. My best friend in adult life, Mister
David Charles Roth was in direct contact with ten or more female
recording artists who for whatever reasons were willing and seemingly
desiring to be in a continuing written correspondence with him, and I
saw the letters, and yes, THEY WERE TOTALLY GENUINE, just ask lovely
Rebe Jackson if I am making any of this up, folks! I have had over a
dozen songs that I wrote over decades and decades of time, altered
ever so slightly and then stolen from me, making these great artists
many millions of dollars and the industry (RIAA) billions of dollars,
while I am left to live here in ROACH FUCKING HEAVEN! Still, the
bitching and moaning is not what this blog is about, so I will
curtail this and get right back on Archibald Bunkerqueens 'PERNT'.
Before I do, fucking rotten worthless JANE
WHORE FONDA NAILED ME AGAIN, WITH ANOTHER ONES
ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must of course now immediately
cunt-phlegm-rape (compensate) for
this diseased sleaze-bag!
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And this will put me now onto PAGE MOTHER FUCKING TWELVE, AND OUT OF
THE RANGE OF THE ELEVEN NIGHTMARE BULL-CLIT!!!!!!!!
The
hugest GASME-GODS game with the Mountainpen seems to be ALL
ABOUT MUSIC or really described more accurately or
scientifically, organized cosmic blending of
sonic vibrations. Even before the
year 2008 when I learned that my own daughter is a part of that
world, things were always totally and
absolutely MUSICALLY CONNECTED with me, and there was, to
quote my old 1980 record promoter
when he bought his CB radio, and conversed with his lady-pal Miss
Chillie; “No doubt about
it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these
ASTRAL-PLANE COINS AND COILS or GODS and GODDESSES have one verily
gigantic and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE objective, to quote the
great wonderful Senator Sanders who I pray for continually, and that
is, to distract themselves away from the nightmare that HAUNTS THEM
ENDLESSLY AND CONTINUALLY, ABSOLUTE ETERNAL EXISTENCE, and this is
because WE EXIST, and you either EXIST, or you DO NAUT EXIST. Time is
an illusion that is only something that springs forth after things
all cool down in hyperspace from the 'BIG BANG' and eventually
allowing matter to EXIST. Before that, it is all SPIRIT, or (ENERGY).
The only way for them to stop at least
temporarily, the agony that distresses their innermost beingness
without end, is to play CHALLENGING GAMES, and this is why the sports
and games phenomenon exists here on mortal plane life with us human
beings here on the EARTH-PLANET! This is where we get our
Olympics from, the great Olympian GODS of the PURGATORY. John
Henningsen the magical CIA AGENT from the sixties couldn't have said
it better if he tried. His great quotation to me is quite
unforgettable, Sir Nathaniel Cole. He would say, “It's
just that simple Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
single thing done to me seems to be somehow connected with music,
just pick a few things at total mother fucking random folks. How
about the interaction with the giant lovely brunet who I knew that I
knew from my past and was blocking it, who came to me at the area
outside of Atlantic City's Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store on
Tennessee Avenue and the Boardwalk. What did she do? SHE
SANG HER SONG TO ME, Mister Tom Glenn, that's what, good old mother
fucking unforgettable “LOIS FOCA”,
or spelled out completely, 'Love Is for Carpenters'. A young lad for
no Earthly reason decided to brutally assault my SATURN car back in
June of 1996 while I was inside a psychic shop getting a reading.
This young dude of fifteen and three quarter years of age went onto
marry my daughter. When I was down to my very last dime and about to
be out on the street and unable to pay my fucking automobile
insurance while living at Doris Plum's nightmare building on Main
Street in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; I was suddenly hired by a place
called RPL Sound Labs, where I later found the great disco diva Donna
Summer's HAIR ALBUM all stashed away in their magical attic,
after purchasing a Dual Turntable,
and Mike the Studio Printer told me to go up there and grab
a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
pile of 33 vinyl album records, and one of them was her back
in the sixties, and another record was a
totally unknown work of lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter. Pick
any topic, and the world of music
is just literally buzzing all throughout it;
and it is all so absolutely unmistakable, and far beyond
inconceivable!
I
will tell many more things in coming blogs, regarding just what is
truly and verily going on in my humble opinion anyway, with al of
this GASME-GAMES, and then I will tell a whole damn ass lot more
about the ASTRAL PLANE and the great 'high-energy-entities' who exist
there in this endless purgatory, the mighty COINS and
COILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Patty
Hollister's
Fascitar showed me how to access the great ASTRAL-PLANE
of existence where we, all of us EXISTORS, endlessly EXIST, YO!!!!!!!
How does music fit here? Well forget our daughter. Patty too is a
fantastic operatic vocalist, in case the world is ignorant to that
fact, but I do know for sure that I have many other things to tell
about the connecting worlds of Patty, me, and music, and this would
absolutely CROSS
OVER WAY TOO MANY RED LINES,
so I must limit what I say if I don't want to be totally cremated and
pummeled to my grave, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Truth
is stranger than fiction, and THAT is indeed just plain simple
reality, yo. Many things are true and real, and no one who is not
experiencing similar things can ever hope to know that it is so. If
one is not relating, one can never truly understand. “AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
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I
can't speak for the residents of Pennsylvania's Frog Hollow Camp, or
lovely fifth grade girls from the James Stoy Grammar School in 1965,
but I do know that this world is indeed a VELY VELY AMAZING PLACE TO
BE, and that is because of the Purgatory's wild and fantastic GASME
games and nothing else whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOLF-WOLF-WOLF-WOLF,
and
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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