THIS
IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR STRING AND ELDER
ABSUE ASSAULT ON ME IN THE ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING TEN YEARS THAT I NOW
HAVE RESIDED HERE IN THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING MISERABLE SAINT LUCIE
COUNTY AND FLORIDA, USA EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOW
5-STRAIGHT CUNT LAPPING DAYS OF BEYOND TOTAL HELL, AND I KNOW FOR
ABSOLUTE SURE THAT WALL STREET AND DONALD CRIMINAL DIRTBAG CUNT
HUFFING TRUMP IS BEHIND THIS RUTHLESS AND MONSTER-ASS ATTACK ON ME,
SHERIFF MASCARA, AND I WOULD SWEAR TO THAT IN ANY COURT THAT YOU
WOULD WISH TO TAKE ME TO RIGHT NOW, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 7-8-9-10-11 OCTOBER, 5 STRAIGHT DAYS OF BEYOND
MONSTROUS MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON ME NOW, KIND SIR, AND YOU WON'T
GODDAMN DO ONE THING TO STOP IT, WILL YOU SIR????????????????????
THIS
BLOG IS SUB-TITLED, THE 'UNLUCKY' OCTOBER
DICE OF MOUNTAINPEN. Computer
hacking is beginning up RIGHT AWAY;
a major indicator of this now ongoing, and seemingly mother fucking
ever continuing BOTBAR
DEATH
STRING, NOW 5-DAYS
LONG!
AFTER-ALL
THIS ASSAULT GOES FROM 7-11.
THIS
IS A BROKEN BLOG, THAT BEGAN IN THE MIDDLE
AFTERNOON, AND NOW STILL NOT POSTED UP, IT
IS TWENTY MINUTES PAST SEVEN ON THIS SUPER FUCKING CUNT EATING
BOTBAR TIMES 5 DAY, TALK
ABOUT THE POOR WHITTLE DOGGIE FROM ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN,
'ME-ME-ME-ME-ME', AND NO
GRANDMOMMIES ALLOWED OR 'PERMITTED'
EITHER, AT OR NEAR ALL CAPTAIN'S NAMED
KANGAROO ON GUTHRIE ISLAND. ACTUALLY I ALWAYS GET THOSE
TWO NON TOW GASME GAMES MIXED UP, THE
MOTHER OF MY AUNT GERALDINE SNOW AND WIFE OF THE HIGH SCHOOL
PRINCIPLE OF LOWER MERION HIGH SCHOOLS, BACK THEN IN THE GOOD OLD
DAYS; AND THE 'ADOPTED-MOM' OF MY GOOD OL' MOTHER'S
CUZZ, MIZZ RUTH HUNTINGTON'S HUBBY, AND SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT OF THE
THEN SECOND LARGEST GLOBAL BANKING SYSTEM CALLED THE 'CHEMICAL
NATIONAL BANK OF NEW YORK', WHO I USED TO CALL, 'OMEEY',
AS I SYUPPOSED WAS THE GERMAN 'NANA' NAME
AS WE HERE SAY NANA AND OR MIMI! SO AS
TO FUCKING ALL THAT, HUH, AND NO HUG, AT OR NEAR ANY FORT PIERCE
PIZZA SHOPS, THE UNLUCKY 7 AND 11 DAYS OF OCTOBER AND YES, THE DAYS
SO FAR OF THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND SIEGE ON ME EVER
EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
got up around half past two on this continuing series of
disafsternoon's, and went to retrieve me' phone message 'voicemail'
from my persecuting debt collectors, who again were threatening me
with action from my local county DA. I tried to get a hold of my
local legal services office down on fucking Second Street, and no one
was there, which I found out after first calling and getting nowhere
and then driving down there, only to ride the mother fucking elevator
to all four floors of the building and find not a single soul in the
entire building, weird if you ask me, as if an entire fucking
building is deserted, why then is the goddamn
front door to the place NOT LOCKED UP AND SECURED,
Mister Roy
Carl
'always all-secure'
Weiler
Senior?
I said it back at that Cifaloglio security job and I am restating and
reiterating it now, “Nothing is ever ALL
SECURE”! Hire me to be a guard somewhere, and IPYT my
hourly guard-reports will never just be a silly endless progression
of the time, and then followed by that trustworthy and
inappropriate-to-reality, “ALL SECURE” on the page. THAT FOLKS,
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!! So why the building was
entirely fucking empty, yet absolutely left unsecured for ANY
CRIMINAL TO WALK INTO AND DO ANY NUMBER OF POTENTIALLY TERRORISTIC
THINGS INSIDE OF WITHOUT FEAR OF BEING CAUGHT AND PUNISHED, is
certainly anyone's best guess, am I right or NAUT, me' wonderful
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
kind awesome sir, yo BRO??????? Aniwho, after not being able
to do anything with anything, including reach the Miami professor who
definitely told me to call him back on Wednesday, the following
afternoon and he has been unreachable AGAIN, so after all of this, I
called the lawyers who I called back around late last summer time
wgho do not do these type of cases, but are willing to speak to me
nonetheless. Here in this part of the world, not many people are
available and the few who are refuse to provide any service to you,
and I highly recommend to anyone thinking of moving down to Florida,
DON'T. That is unless YOU ARE FUCKING CUNT ABSOLUTELY LOADED WITH
LOOT, as with lots of cock licking doe, one can always live well,
like a total mother fucking KING OR QUEEN, with or without any great
or naut so great impersonations from any future MARK-MUD songwriters
and or songs, later to be rearranged in his great and now defunct
Avalon Recording Studio of Port Saint
Lucie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
5-STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBAR DAYS, and this reminds me of a fantastic
marvelous wonderful and quite fucking awesome television documentary
from the great year of 1988, high school graduations, and
beetlejuices all not withstanding here. Zuudlow-Zuudlow please, power
power need, yeah yo, I SURE DO NEED SOME POWER RIGHT ABOUT NOW, MIZZ
HOLLISTER, so a great big fat ass “NEO-HO-RENGAY-KEYOH to both of
us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I typed in the word 'WHO',
I was hacked with a “P” after it on
a blog from several back and this was absolutely entirely
unintentional and accidental, as the great world of Hollywood, Cali
would say right about now, brown eyed
COW-CALL-TEN
non AT&T 'MIZZ BLAKE'
'CALLIO',
of marvelous ATLANTIC
CITY, in terrific
NO
JOYSEY, Mister
Mudville mighty CASEY!!!!!!!!! I just didn't want to get
all beaten up by Sarah Callio and her friend the admirals niece at
the DQ, huh Marine corpsman Sir Clarence 1997 Harris?
Sheriff
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IF
THAT DOESN'T TAKE ME WELL PAST JANE SLEAZEBAG FONDA, I WILL JUST UP
AND MOTHER FUCKING QUIT RIGHT NOW, FROM HERE TO HORRENDOUS ASS DICK
LICKING
D---O---G---T---O---W---N!
WOW-WOW-WOW,
LOVELY SPOON DANCING 'WONDERFUL
OPRAH WINFREY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO A GREAT BIG
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE QUOTATION FROM WONDERFUL DETECTIVE L&O
FONTANNA (FONTY) IN ALL 5th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACES FROM
HEREDAHELDA AND BACK, CUBAN-CUBED!
“JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE”
YO YO YO!!!
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Super
fucking loud road construction has gone on ALL WEEK LONG outside my
mother fucking window, making me jump out of my skin, EVEN WHILE
WEARING PROFESSIONAL WALGREEN EARPLUGS in my cunt huffing ears. I
HAVE HAD TO EMPTY A 2nd FUCKING CUNT CAN OF RAID PEST
SPRAY INTO THIS DICK LICKING MOTHER FUCKING APARTMENT, as these
HORRENDOUS ROACHES JUST WON'T MOTHER FUCKING DIE,not when this much
DEATH SIEGE IS ALL OVER ME, AND SPEAKING OF CUNT LAPPING 'D-E-A-T-H'
folks, Mortimer Mortino the mother fucking ANGEL OF DEATH HIMSELF, is
non-stop all around me, literally hundreds of times a day now, it is
like nothing I have ever had to endure and or suffer before at any
other time previously in my ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING MISERABLE CUNT
HUFFING LIFE, 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!
Both
today as well as back two days earlier,
Wednesday and Friday of this week
SHERIFF KJM kind sir, Florida
Rural Legal Agency, and any agency of
the government behind the regulations of
debt collection services and agencies; those ILLEGAL
DEBT COLLECTION PURSUERS of a noncollectable illegal debt, threatened
to have the local district Attorney on me. These
phone tactics, if legal, I really wish someone would explain why to
me on a TEN YEAR OLD DEBT, as no debt
that I can possibly have is less than a ten year fucking debt now, as
it is nearly the end of 2019 and I have had NO CREIDT CARDS OR LINES
OF ANY TYPE OF CREDIT since the end of 2009 when I transferred
my life from NO JOYSEY TO FLORIDA, and I ran away from those MAGICAL
HOLLISTER-KING
FAMILIES FROM THE NORTHLANDS UP THERE, where it's COOOOOOLD,
huh lovely English Cali teacher, and funny face of 1973, Mizz DONNA
FRARGO???????????????? Good old icy cold Wisconsin. Gee fucking cunt
willagars, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, TRUMP
and his PARALLEL EVENT BULL-CLIT SHIT IS
BEHIND ALL OF THIS, AND I WAS TOLD THIS BY A JERSEY ADA, MISTER RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, IN THE EARLY NINETEEN-NINETIES, UP AT THE MOTHER
FUCKING CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE, IN CAMDEN CITY, UP IN NO
JOYSEY, while I was residing on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG,
at the rental home of one Mizz Patricia Meeker, mother of a NO JOYSEY
STATE POLICE OFFICER IN THOSE DAYS. This is when I wrote my book
called, “The Permission Barrier”, that Mister ADA Wirtz Senior
made reference to that day in person, outside of his office in
Camden, in early 1995 some time, and told me; “I
cannot make sense of your life, or why it is being so messed up by
something, not even with THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. He
said this to me, shortly after I had given him
a copy of this audible book, where I had dictated it onto a
cassette tape, as one of the other taped copies
of this book went down to the great and illustrious
never-lose-your-job over pitiful Mountainpen at
any cost, UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT
OFFICE!!!!! This was only two projects that were
NON-MUSICAL, one was a ROULETTE SYSTEM, and then there was my book.
Now dating back into the early seventies, I also copyrighted numerous
board game instructions on games that I had invented as a teenager,
in those wonderful older days of Ed Bobins, my father, the great
buried undersea treasure of the mysterious
Florida TREASURE COAST, and let us not ever forget or omit the
lovely wonderful ravishing exciting mysterious WICCA QUEEN, Mizz
Patricia Hollister!!!!!!!! I really wish lovely wonderful Mizz
Nancy Pelosi could do some wild magic of her own and get that
horrendous mother fucking monster criminal scumbag THROWN INTO PRISON
FOR THE REST OF HIS STINKING ROTTEN UNNATURAL GODDESSDAMN LIFE!!!!
There is no way that collectors of debts, would bother people with
debts as old as mine, UNLESS SOME OUTSIDE
POWERS OR FAWCES are indeed behind this, such as in my case,
the KING OF MANHATTAN AND BIG-BIZZ as
ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR said to me, quote end of
quote in 1992 over my telephone, at Patty
Meeker's rented home on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG,
and to quote my 'fake cousin Mister Dennis Snyder' from the
Cifaloglio job who worked next door at the plant over there, “That's
just reality son”! No way it is normal for me to still
be having these persecutions, unless me' ol' mother fucking diseased
rotten arch enemy Mister 'D.J.
Trump-Rump-Chump'
is behind this entire thing, egging it on and using fixers and
henchmen like that fixer lawyer Cohen used to do th threaten his
enemies and harass peeps like that poor blond girl we all heard about
on the news, with that famous quotation that my other coworker told
me about over at the Griffin Pipe job I worked before Jimmy Stone
fired me on the 1st day of September of 2004, in Florence
Township, No Joysey, Mizz Helen Harris, who worked part time weekend
work for us and full time work for the Jersey Staties (State Police
of New Jersey), and I blogged this quote given to her when she spoke
to a friend of hers one day who showed up at her work place, after
she had just agreed to help me out by looking into something for me
on an official level only quietly, concerning a clever threat that he
made to her daughter, and I quoted it and now I will reiterate that
same quote onto this new blog right mother fucking now, Sheriff
Mascara, sir, and it was, “You have a lovely daughter”, and other
things were spoken to her by thios dude right before he said that to
her, or maybe it was right after as I don't remember this now
precisely verbatim, but it was a definite threat that maybe her
daughter would be harmed in some manner or in some way, that is
unless she stopped ASSISTING ME against this TRUMP-FORCE, or call it
the MILITUFORCE, or his SPACEFORCE that he dreams of someday placing
into military-operation!!!!!!!
GAMES-GAMES-GAMES;
this entire world
would blow up,
as if a mother fucking magnatar
went off in deep space, and was just getting around to
strike our atmosphere and literally rip it off from the planet in a
New York second, as easily as a burning hot souse chef's knife would
slice through a tub of cool soft fucking butter, if suddenly the
global population were to absolutely without any hesitation or
uncertainty whatsoever, know exactly and precisely WHAT I DO, about
the Astral-Plane and its GODS and their endless fucking GASME-GAMES
that they must play with humanity to avoid losing their sanity, which
of course, sanity cannot ever be lost in the true-energy or spirit
part of our own self-reality! What I know to be total truth would
literally KILL THE WORLD, overnight, and this, NAUT THE FUCKING
ALIENS OR FLYING SAUCER BULLSHIT HOCUS-POCUS that the mighty fucking
foreboding MILITUFORCE is going to painstaking levels to ENDLESSLY
COVER UP from the entire world, to avoid global overnight total ass
panic. People like me who are powerful FULL-CONTACTEE LEVEL peeps on
their registry-ID-system, are to be ENDLESSLY RERLENTLESSLY
PERSECUTED BY THEM FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no way to stop it, and I mother
fucking know this only too well, and NOTHING MAKES SENSE out beyond
these written truths on this blog, NOTHING, NO HOW, MIZZ ROSS,
NOTHIN'!!!!
So
let's discuss some powerful truths about some of these games and how
games connect into my life in ways that go beyond the ten mark on the
one to ten scales. First off, we all know that I
invented several board games back as a teenager. I copyrighted
many game-board-instructions, for anyone to go to the great
illustrious © Office and check it all out, BOZ;
and see it for yourself, in or out of mother fucking Shangrala.
“Livelong” was one, “Water-Water
Everywhere” was another one, and there were at
least half a dozen other ones as well; and if that old
promoter
Mister Ed Bobbins is still
alive and well out there somewhere to this 'vely' day, great Sir Bob
McDowell formerly the great Chairman of the
FCC, and formerly B4-THAT, my pal over at the 'Kings Highway
GATE' at Hopkins Lane at the magical and quite quintessentially weird
'COOLEY H.H. HALL', he would tell you that indeed he helpemd me to
secure the copyrights on those total of 5-9 board-games that I
invented, including the one that involved both skill and luck that
sort of revolutionized the old “Monopoly” game, and that I took
to the local park where I had met another total weirdo AA guy from
Camden, New Jersey, a Mister Roland Phelps, who screwed me, so what
else is mother fucking new in all of this
folks, and yes Mizz lovely Erica Kane of AMC, in
all of Thisssssssss too? Oh boy oh boy oh boy, uncle
Wonderfulife Billy, Frank Capra, and Lionel Barrymore, and gorgeous
granddaughter DREW? How can we
forget such luscious femininity and beauty as that, even if she was a
firebug-kid, well, in the movie any way?????????????
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE!!!!!!!Still in waking life, we do
have great hotels in great American cities, and fires, and firebugs,
and stories in songs, and so many things, and no, this
is NAUT what will place me into the RED-ZONE by next Tuesday,
as all of those things, as can Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, can indeed WAIT
(HEAVEN)! What I am going to be saying is all about GAMES,
and we are going to begin this long bleak nightmare trek into many
cloaked things better left forgotten in the dimly lit fucking
corridors of Tony and Doug's TIME TUNNEL!
So
first, WE HAVE MOUNTAINPEN INVENTING MANY
BOARD-GAMES AS A TEENAGER, and how many teenaged kids from the
late nineteen-sixties, and into the nineteen-seventies, were going
around in-between tokes and acid-25 fucking pills, INVENTING
AND COPYRIGHTING GAMES AND GAME-INSTRUCTIONS? Go ahead and ask
yourself this question first and cunt lapping foremost, peeps, if ye
pweeeeeeeeze folks out here, in or out of the great and wonderful
Ancient Astronaut Theorists (Society),
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now let us move this on a little further, great folks
out here. I was never an athlete or a physically strong person who
was particularly interested in sports growing up, naut one tiny
whittle bit. I did not even watch sporting items on the television.
Shortly after Patricia Hollister had begun teaching me things such as
the “NEO-HO RENGAY KEY-OH chant” and then later on through an
extremely shrewd and astutely clever stunt at my mom's shipping
company office, was introduced to things such as Astral-Projection,
the Fascitar, and other such paranormal supernatural and 'hidden' or
occult Wiccan type of practices, chants and spells and talks in
cemeteries with great bright blue colored candles, I
began developing an almost unexplainable weird intense and passionate
hatred for GAMES, and the entire
organized powers that seemingly were behind them, at least on
the Earthly level (fawces from the
Earth-Planet, in human bodies), AKA MORTALS; and I remember
thinking about this one night while living at that mysteriously named
and then renamed over and over, garden type apartment complex, in
Clementon, New Jersey, USAESMWG, called Carey's
Lamp Apartments, later changed to the NEW
YORK APARTMENTS; and with or without any unexplainable weird
strobing toy flashlights, windy houses, psychic dream-visions, or
what have you, yo (Carriage Lamp)!!!!!!
I just damn love how so-called mother fucking “NORMAL-PEOPLE”,
huh COOLEY H.H. Hall Sir
Grant O'Neil, think of 'this type of thinking', and as the
great Executive ADA Jack McCoy on the
great “L&O” TV-SHOW put
it in court so well on that particular episode and show one day,
“Magical thinking relating to the psych
illness known as schizophrenia”, and become fucking totally
goddessdamn super judgmental about it. But aniwho great folks, I was
living there in the bicentennial year of 1976
and my father was visiting with me there as well, and one night while
in bed, and while I was working at the mobbed up transmission factory
over in Moorestown, that the great “L&O”
TV Show altered the name of a crime family by one letter
calling them the Massuci Crime Family,going
from 'R' to 'S'; I was thinking about
how I hated 'GAMES' so much
and that I would never play head games with
people, and how I was so disgusted with
the adult world, who all seemed to be
enthralled by playing so many fucking games with each other,
especially in romantic situations. Then I went onto
passionately feeling this utterly complete and total despising of
the entire item, games in general; and then fell asleep, and into
a very weird, and to say the least in a very under-exaggerated way,
unpleasant dream that followed, and seemed to last all night long,
and that would not stop until I finally got up and out of bed extra
early, just to get away from this. But I was not able to
remember anything other than it was one long dream, and that it was
horrible. Then five months later, around the second week of March in
1977, while working at the Mars Graphics Printing Shop, at Westville,
New Jersey, USAESMWG; I went back into that
same DREAMING EXPERIENCE from four months earlier,
and this time upon awakening, I recalled
the entire thing from both earlier as well as the newly continued
part of this wicked awful mother fucking dreaming nightmare.
It involved a strange otherworldly professor
named “Gawky Gaukauk”, who had a
very ugly long and bladed type of knife that seemed to
have sharp pieces that protruded out of all sorts of weird places all
along its total length. He began stabbing me with it, and I was
bleeding profusely from every orifice; to quote wonderful “L&O”
Detective Lenny Briscoe. I was unable to die however, and this just
went on and on and on, ALL NIGHT LONG, STAB STAB STAB, and Gawky
laughing raucously at me with a low bellowing large lions type of
roar to it, as he appeared to be able to go from a human-looking
professor at some weird school of magic that was totally and
absolutely other-worldly, into that of a very large mean angry jet
black Panther Cat. He talked, and unlike three and a half years later
in the autumn of the year 1980 while residing at 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments, when he spoke those letters that made the
word “DIE-DIE-DIE” on that weird bus that day in that wild
and absurd dream, where after that, I always referred to him as
“Lottery-Cat”, and yes, he spoke with a human type of voice only
sounding as a large roaring lion simultaneously. In the
seventies-dreams however, it was all about him enjoying stabbing me
over and over again and while doing so, he would say to me, I am
Gawky Gaukauk, and I love to stab those who I do not like, and then
as we stabbed me upon making that horrendous statement to me, he
would speak with each stab, “Gauk-Gauk-Gauk-Gauk”, and later on,
after I had joined the great religion of
Light and Sound called 'Eckankar', in 1997
while residing at the Somerdale Death House at 112 Harvard
Avenue, in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG, some extremely interesting
things that they believe, were sent to me, in what they called then,
and still most likely do, “Discourses for
chela's”. They would be sent each month and you would
join for twelve months for a reasonable nominal fee, something today
I of course could not afford, and I dropped out after about three
years as the change of the millenniums were coming. Basically
Eckankar was a seventeen year Chela-2-Master experience. I of course
was able to go on without them, to indeed realize Master-hood, and
when is destined to move into enlightenment, no force in the cosmos
can stop it, and this is called in Mountainpen's
Morianity, “Lawtronics”.
In biblical language and terminology, it is what our great Lord and
original Variagi Master said, “Knock and the door will be opened,
seek and ye shall find”, and so forth; it is all just absolute
built-into-cosmos, “LAWTRONICS”. Once anyone shows, Chela or
'whatever' to keep our wonderful Congressman R.A. Happy, an intense
burning need and desire TO KNOW, then things WILL INDEED be revealed,
one thing after another, knock, seek, and it
MUST BE ANSWERED by the system. Everything
answers to THE SYSTEM. But now back to
GAMES, since the system itself is also YYYYYYYYYYY these
GASME-GAMES are indeed endlessly played by the ASTRAL-PLANE'S
COINS
AND COILS, or the gods
and the goddesses, of those two type of
energetic beings and or entities of ultra high values. COINS and
COILS are both ultra-high energy beings or entities of the Purgatory
(Astral-Plane, spirit realm, Bardo, and countless other recognized
names that all mean basically the very same thing), and both the
COINS as well as the COILS have no true Earthly recognized
'genderization' in their 'groupations' or in their individualized
realities. But on the Physical-Plane or in the mortal world here on
this Earth-Planet, should they come out here from the 'Planckatory',
into the blown-out fifth dimensional-hyperspace, then and ONLY THEN,
do they take on a gender. They of course can decide to take on any
gender they are thinking about taking on, and alter these at abnty
times, and this is why on the mortal plane of life here, many people
on this Earth hate my fucking guts to dare to say things such as
Mother-Daughter-Electron when they insist on Father-Son-Holy Spirit.
I t is all the very very fucking same reality and truth, and here on
Earth, let the GAMES of the GASME begin, including WAR AND HATRED
over things that mortals simply cannot relate to or even want to ever
try and understand, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the weelwee
big-ass story as they might say up there in the north-lands of
Philly, on “Action-News” today, or at least on mother fucking
Mountainpen's blog today, is thisssssssssss, Mizz 1983 SLEK (Susan
Lucci Erica Kane), yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
just paused to watch the World-News long enough to confirm that the
STOCK MARKET IS INDEED FLYING AS I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE AFTER 2 SOLID
WEEKS OF MAJOR FUCKING ENDLESS MERCILESS DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME
(MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!! When I changed the fucking channel to the
Turner Classic Movies on my Comcast Package, they fucking cunt
screwed me AGAIN, cutting this, and one of the few decent channels
left for me, off now, and making me pay more money is I want to be
able to watch it any longer. Funny as I had it on all day since I
went to fucking cunt sleep last night, and sure enough, they cock
sucking killed it as a result. Maybe if I left the channel 850 on all
night for the wonderful symphonic music, they'd kill that channel for
me too. It wouldn't shock me one tiny little mother fucking bit. When
I called the Comcast Cable Company people up at approximately 6:40
P.M., their system disconnected me TWICE,
and refused to connect me up with A COMCAST AGENT,
and I seriously doubt that they will call me with their survey, as
they know
I will give them a ROCK BOTTOM
REPORT ON IT if they do, and
I am going over to the Walmart, or some store somewhere, that
still gives personal attention to customers, as I can pretty
much forget that service, at least in this
county, at any Walmart store's Electronic-departments, but I
am going to switch over to some type of ANTENNA-TV
system, and get rid of Comcast, other than for their house
telephone landline system and computer internet service. Why
keep paying them more than a
buck sixty faithfully each and every
mother fucking month, FOR
THIS ENDLESSLY TOTALLY ROTTEN AND CRAPPY
FUCKING CUNT SERVICE? I WOULD HAVE TO BE TOTALLY FUCKING CUNT
EATING NUTS AND CRAZY TO AGREE TO KEEP DOING THIS, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today
is going to be an interesting on
super fucking steroids day,
regarding the epitome of fucking Mountainpen's
connection to games, and I was just about to get into this
subject, before it became time to watch the news on television, and I
temporarily shut down this CUN-PUKE-HER and thisssssssssss
blog, lovely Mizz 1983 Erica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am speaking here of the GAME of
ROULETTE of course, and
what will happen when I PLAY MY PAPER
GAME on this mother fucking beyond
disastrous SUPER BOTBAR
TIMES 5
DAY of off the scales hell and mega-gega-terra-miseries,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is weelwee gonna' mother fucking be quite beyond
Bob McDowell 'vely vely vely intelesting' here, YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I do play it and post this blog up to end
a second beyond fucking disastrous week of hellishness and absolute
DOGTOWNISM for the
Mountainpen here me' kind folks, and unkind ones too, permit me Uncle
Baby-Blond-snoots of Guthrie Island, New York, to employ all cameras
now as well as in December of 1972, as well as all non-camera-related
items, and continue to make a powerful Archibald Bunkerqueens PERNT
here today concerning and regarding the Mountainpen's connections
WITH GASME GAMES OF THE GODS (COINS & COILS)!!!!!!
If
this horrible fucking never ending shit being done to me was stopped
somehow and I could live a normal-life, whatever the fucking shit
eating hell that is; put quite simply, this
would END THE HUNTINGTON CURSE
that has been ongoing on this mortal
plane's EARTH-PLANET now, for at least twenty solid centuries of
time, and with or without any fantastic predictions
made by biblical scholars, that take the birth of Christ to about the
year minus 4 by our modern era calendar number times, that
hang on all of our walls, no matter even if you are Sir Duncan McLeod
the great immortal Highlander of Scotland, or some local television
news reporters who proved to me beyond any possible doubt, about a
dozen or so years ago, while I was residing at Mizz Jenny Plageman's
miserable rotten trailer park, in Mullica township, NJUSAESMWG, one
evening, with their terrorism report as some military base local to
me in Jersey, and quoting not the correct pronunciation of the perps
name, but rather from my blog, and we all know it is true, not only
the illustrious kind sir, Mike Crichton of the great Disney
Corporation, BUT INDEED ALL OF US OUT HERE; Sir Dukra
Agron, and most definitely and certainly NAUT, Sir Duma
Argon!!!! Like who the fuck is kidding
who; me' lovely Lillian Erby of
Princeton, New Jersey, back in 1965,
commahn yo, who's kidding who????
Where are you when I goddessdamn really need you, Randy Vanwarmer and
Albert Einstein, yo, just tell me, where the fuck are you, 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 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? Oh yes, a day is a year,
one of the many secret cosmic codes;
and finally, many would-be pastors are now being taught and shewn
these powerhouse biblical things. The fucking seminary peeps are
finally waking up yea, to at least SOME OF
THESE TRUTHS or (MORIANITY),
same-diff! I can make up names, as can
owners of
garden type of apartment complexes,
BUTT and but, big ass or little ass, still, (but), all
that is truly true or verily-verily, is true, and Dawn-Marie
said it vely well Mister McDowell sir, “It
is what it is”, and all her Jersey shore TV friends
can't say it one tiny whittle bit better, BRAHHHH!
Oh
yes folks, the fucking ultimate thing with GAMES for me is the
ability of USING THESE THINGS to indeed potentially then be able to
break a 2,000 mother fucking year incredible and unfathomable FAMILY
CURSE, originally began with the before Huntington family line of
Stuart, and then perhaps, CARPENTER
before that, as many times in the days of that ancient culture and in
that area of the globe yo, surnames or 'last names', of folks all got
started by WHAT THEY DID FOR A LIVING,
and we all know what Jesus's father did for a living, and maybe he
wasn't on top of the world with this career choice and living back in
that oppressive original-evil-empire of ROME under CEASER of the
8-months, BUTTTTTT, at least he didn't starve
himself like poor Karen
did until her untimely early February 1983 death, right
after I left 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and anyone who
thinks all of this is the magical thinking of schizophrenia is a
pathetic ignorant blind fool, Mister Jack
McCoy. The ULTIMATE GAME IS
NOT THIS WORD TEASING LYING RHYMES GASME
AND NUTTY DAUGHTERS WHOM I MUST ENDURE AND DEAL WITH THROUGHOUT THE
PINK SCYLLA GODDESS AGES. or so it
seems, or songs outside of Frailenger's Taffy Stores, magical cities,
magical chains, magical chants, but rather, it is CASINO-ROULETTE,
because only THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, has the possible chance,
along with my fantastic mathematical abilities, of breaking this 2000
year old FAMILY CURSE, that now appears to have my name on it, IN
THIS CURRENT FUCKING ASS GENERATION!!!!!!! And only by
creating a system great enough to use at the casinos of the world, so
that I can make the needed money to get out of this curse, get my
story then out to this world, and move us all into a 'beyond time'
antiquated religious nonsensical dogshit silly and stupid deal that
is literally pulling us all down to the ground forever
in a man-made prison of endless fucking GRAVITATION from
the mind not permitting the opening to
the REDFIELD KNOWLEDGE of synchronicity, and
so much much fucking cunt more;
can this all be accomplished. Whether
any of you out there know it or mother fucking cunt huffing 'NAUT',
this entire word game 'GASME' of the
COINS/COILS transferred now into this human plane of nightmare
fucking hellish existence on the Earth-Planet yo, even if it might
totally disgust some people to the epitome of fathomability, on or
off some doggie treadmills, that same person knew a great fantastic
truth, and wasn't too damn ass afraid to post that she knew it, and I
know she did that, because not one other soul in my entire life ever
ever ever said anything that kind to me in sixty-five years of
nightmare hell on this Earth!!!!!!!!!!! All those concerned with this
deal all know what is getting said in all of this, and those who are
scratching their heads need to be doing that, and maybe will rid
themselves of a little bit of ugly ass dandruff, and kill two birds
with one big rotten stone, huh Jimmy Griffin of
9-1-oh-four??????????????????
Yes,
ranges don't always get established when using the OPPOSITE-FOLLOW
Roulette System on the three parameters that make up the
outside-bettor patterns of LOW-HIGH, BLACK-RED,
ODD-EVEN. Still, when there are established ranges that
develop three times, bets can be placed to keep those ranges in
place, and that simply means that betting RED for the next outcome
would cause the pattern to break out of an established range, then
BLACK should be the following thing for the bettor to place on the
table-layout. It really, to quote the organizational Big-Brother and
CIA-Agent, Mister John Henningsen, “Is just that simple”! I do
NAUT honestly fucking cunt know what else to say. How can we get a
bigger or more mother fucking conversation going here or anywhere for
that matter, that breaking a 2,000 YEAR OLD WORLD FAMOUS BIBLICAL
GLOBAL RELIGION CREATING FAMILY CURSE kind folks?????????? you
cannot, or to keep Miss Blake from the AT&T Corporation quite
happy and ever blessed, YOU CAN 'NAUT'!!!! It's just that simple,
world, or as J.H. Said this to me in the late sixties over and over
again, “Mark”! So WOW THAT everyone!!!!!!!!
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 UNFATHOMABLE SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 5 ASSAULT ON ME
AND ON YOUR CREATOR, AND ON THIS 10 OCTOBER DAY OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON
ME, BY HACKING MY PERSONAL FUCKING COMPUTER, MY COMCAST ACCOUNT, MY
UTILITIES, MY LIFE, AND CAUSING ME THE WORST FUCKING CUBNT BOTBAR
STRING IN DECADES, AND HAS STRUCK ME NOW WITH 5
STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBAR DAYS, 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.
Death
Angel Mortimer Mortino
is on me LIKE BLUE ON SKY,
BLACK ON
MIDNIGHT, RED
ON BLOOD,
AND WHITE
ON RICE.
IT
IS ONE ENDLESS BUZZ-SOUND!!!!!!!
MELLLLLY
MELLLLLY CLISSSMISSS EVWEEBWUDDY, SOON
END
TRANSMISSION. Lies
& games, Merr?
Sheriff
sir, I
AM UNDER A MAJOR 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**
**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**
THIS
IS FOUR STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS OF MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND MILITUFORCE
ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON AN UNFATHOMABLE LEVEL, SHERIFF MASCARA
SIR! THIS IS NOW 10 OCTOBER OF 2019 AT MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING
COCK SUCKING MUFFDIVING HALF PAST TWO ON THIS MAJOR ASS
DISAFSTERNOON!!!!!
Here
is what is going on. First, my nabes slammed
their doors around noon over and over making lots of major noise,
but when I went out to the TD BANK
to try and redeem a card-reward of fifty-five clams, MY
ACCOUNT HAD BEEN HACKED, SHERIFF KJM, FBI, ACLU, LOCAL FORT PIERCE
PEEDEE, STATE OF FLORIDA PD, AND TD
BANK EXECUTIVES EVERYWHERE, WHO ARE NOW, SHERIFF SIR,
GOING TO COINVESTIGATE WITH THE FBI, JUST WHAT WAS DONE TO ME, AS
WHEN I TRIED TO DO THIS AT THE BANK NO LESS AS I WOULD NEVER ATTEMPT
ANYTHING LIKE THIS AT HOME BY MYSELF WITH MY MILITUFORCE ENEMY MOTHER
FUCKING DOUSHWADS, THE USERNAME AND PASSWORD WERE WIPED CLEAN SOMEHOW
AND THEY HAD JUST SET THIS UP FOR ME SO I WOULD BE ABLE TO CLAIM
THESE RIGHTFUL REWARDS ON MY CARD, ABOUT SIX FUCKING CUNT HUFFING
WEEKS AGO!!!!
Here
is what was done to me, quite fucking obviously, SHERIFF MASCARA sir!
I went up on my personal-dock-page on my
CUM-PUKE-HER and typed in my account number, username, and password
there, and I forgot that my enemies from Donald Trump's MILITUFORCE,
has a keyworm virus attached to my machine and they see every mother
fucking word I type and everything I do, keystroke by cunt lapping
fucking diseased keystroke. When I go back on Friday to try
again at the TD BANK, this will open the FBI co-investigative process
if my account is fucked with again, and my entire card and account
number will need to be changed. I am trying to reestablish my cunt
chewing fucking credit, and everybody everywhere ON WALL STREET5 AND
RON WIRTS SENIOR'S BIG-BIZZ PEEPS, are doing everything in their
pussy chewing power TO FUCK ME UP, as CREDIT SCOPRES are literally
GOD IN THIS NEW WEIRD ODOR WORLD SOCIETY. The banker there at my
local TD BANK BRANCH refers to the personal credit score as the
“report card for adults”. He is absolutely mother fucking correct
too, yo BRO and fuck you Microsucks, NAUT BROadcasting!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is what I wrote up on my “PERSONAL-PAFE FILES after I deleted
all the other shit pertaining to my account, and placed the username
and password that was newly set up for me at the bank an hour ago,
FBI, onto a hard-world little 2 by 2 inch cut out sheet of notebook
paper that is hidden vely vely non-McDowell 1972 Cooley H.H. Hall
well in my mother fucking wallet, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!! THE CUNT CHEWING
FUCKING DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET MUST BE FLYING 900 POINTS EVERY CUNT
EATING DAY THIS WEEK, AS THIS HAS LITERALLY BEEN MY ABSOLUTE VELY
WORST COCK KNOCKING WEEK HERE IN MY TEN YEARS OF LIFE OR HELL REALLY,
HERE IN MOTHER FUCKING TWAT LICKING HOT ASS FLORIDA, AND YES, IT IS
SUPER HOT AND MISERABLY HUMID TODAY ON TOP OF THIS HARASSMENT AND
ENDLESS PERSECUTION AND 4-STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBAR ELDER ABUSE ASSAULT
ON THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
I deleted the financial information that caused my MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES to HCK MY ACCOUNT TODAY from my personal-page word document
files, I retyped over it and now I will CAP IN what I said, for this
mother fucking blog, and for the record, FBI and STATE CRIME BUREAU,
as this has now REACHED OFF THE SCALE ILLEGAL LEVELS THAT ABSOLUTELY
MUST BE CHECKED INTO, AND AS DAVE ROTH SAID, SOMEDAY THEY JUST MIGHT
GO TOO FAR WITH ME, AND I THINK FBI, THAT THIS FORCE OF MILITARY-UFO
SKUM FROM THE AGENT CONDOR/FALCON WORLD AND AREA-51 AND WRIGHT
PATTERSON AIRBASE, HAS DONE EXACTLY THAT NOW, WOULD YOU NAUT AGREE
WITH ME SHERIFF KENNETH J, MASCARA, SIR, YO????????????????
TD
bank and the FBI, is going to now investigate this incident, mother
fuckers and Sheriff Ken Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I put up my
'username' and password onto the
computer personal file page and someone illegally hacked it and
fucked with my account. Now we are talking fucking MAJOR CRIMES,
between this ILLEGAL FINANCIAL HACK ON MY MONEY, AND ELDER ABUSE ON
TOP OF IT AND ALONG WITH MOTHER FUCKING INTENTIONAL CAR CRASH DAMAGE
DONE TO ME ON SEPTEMBER 27, 2019. THE BANK HACK WAS DONE WHEN I TRIED
TO REDEEM SOME VISA REWARDS TODAY, OCTOBER 10, 2019, KIND SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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What
a world. Nothing ever changes. HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES ALL NIGHT, A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING NOISE ASSAULT LATE THIS MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR, and I will tell the specific details
once I get my 'MAGGIE'
COUNTERSTRIKING for this
horrendous monstrous Satanic demonic
mother fucking off the scales DEATH SIEGE
ATTACK AND SUPER
BOTBAR, being given to me, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MISERABLE
ROTTEN WHORE JANE FONDA
JUST GOT ME AGAIN, ON THIS NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER
BOTBAR TIMES 4 DAY, YO YO YO YO YO, AND I MUST NOW
CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE OR (COMPENSATE) TO SAY IT A BIT MORE FUCKING
POLITELY FOLKS, WITH MY GODDESSDAMN NUMBER FIVE STRINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEE THAT, YO! ''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
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NUMDWATATES
NOTE R2
2:46
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
10
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Super
fucking loud road construction has gone on ALL WEEK LONG outside my
mother fucking window, making me jump out of my skin, EVEN WHILE
WEARING PROFESSIONAL WALGREEN EARPLUGS in my cunt huffing ears. I
HAVE HAD TO EMPTY A 2nd FUCKING CUNT CAN OF RAID PEST
SPRAY INTO THIS DICK LICKING MOTHER FUCKING APARTMENT, as these
HORRENDOUS ROACHES JUST WON'T MOTHER FUCKING DIE,not when this much
DEATH SIEGE IS ALL OVER ME, AND SPEAKING OF CUNT LAPPING 'D-E-A-T-H'
folks, Mortimer Mortino the mother fucking ANGEL OF DEATH HIMSELF, is
non-stop all around me, literally hundreds of times a day now, it is
like nothing I have ever had to endure and or suffer before at any
other time previously in my ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING MISERABLE CUNT
HUFFING LIFE, 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
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday;
Florida Legal Agency, and Sheriff Ken Mascara; those ILLEGAL
DEBT COLLECTION PURSUERS of a noncollectable illegal debt, threatened
to have the local district Attorney on me. These phone
tactics, if legal, I really wish someone would explain why to me on a
TEN YEAR OLD DEBT, as no debt that I can possibly have is less than a
ten year fucking debt now, as it is nearly the end of 2019 and I have
had NO CREIDT CARDS OR LINES OF ANY TYPE OF CREDIT since the end of
2009 when I transferred my life from NO JOYSEY TO FLORIDA, and I ran
away from those MAGICAL HOLLISTER-KING
FAMILIES FROM THE NORTHLANDS UP THERE, where it's COOOOOOLD,
huh lovely English Cali teacher, and funny face of 1973, Mizz DONNA
FRARGO???????????????? Good old icy cold Wisconsin. Gee fucking cunt
willagars, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, TRUMP
and his PARALLEL EVENT BULL-CLIT SHIT IS
BEHIND ALL OF THIS, AND I WAS TOLD THIS BY A JERSEY ADA, MISTER RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, IN THE EARLY NINETEEN-NINETIES, UP AT THE MOTHER
FUCKING CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE, IN CAMDEN CITY, UP IN NO
JOYSEY, while I was residing on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG,
at the rental home of one Mizz Patricia Meeker, mother of a NO JOYSEY
STATE POLICE OFFICER IN THOSE DAYS. This is when I wrote my book
called, “The Permission Barrier”, that Mister ADA Wirtz Senior
made reference to that day in person, outside of his office in
Camden, in early 1995 some time, and told me; “I
cannot make sense of your life, or why it is being so messed up by
something, not even with THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. He
said this to me, shortly after I had given him
a copy of this audible book, where I had dictated it onto a
cassette tape, as one of the other taped copies
of this book went down to the great and illustrious
never-lose-your-job over pitiful Mountainpen at
any cost, UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT
OFFICE!!!!! This was only two projects that were
NON-MUSICAL, one was a ROULETTE SYSTEM, and then there was my book.
Now dating back into the early seventies, I also copyrighted numerous
board game instructions on games that I had invented as a teenager,
in those wonderful older days of Ed Bobins, my father, the great
buried undersea treasure of the mysterious
Florida TREASURE COAST, and let us not ever forget or omit the
lovely wonderful ravishing exciting mysterious WICCA QUEEN, Mizz
Patricia Hollister!!!!!!!! I really wish lovely wonderful Mizz
Nancy Pelosi could do some wild magic of her own and get that
horrendous mother fucking monster criminal scumbag THROWN INTO PRISON
FOR THE REST OF HIS STINKING ROTTEN UNNATURAL GODDESSDAMN LIFE!!!!
“BOY
OH BOY OH BOY”, isn't my life quite marvelous and wonderful, Uncle
Billy and Sir Frank Capra, not Tony Caprio, and definitely not CALLIO
or the mysterious James Redfield's synchronicity of the AT&T
CALL-TEN CLUB of the Tony Braxton/Paula Uwich nineteen-nineties, huh
Ron at the CCPO, should you still be alive and reading any of the
BOM!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS WEIGHT LIFTING BACK BURNER
TIME, DICK WOOOOOOLF AND REAL-FBI??????? I begged you bastards to
HELLLLLLLLLLP me a long time back right around the time my kid
graduated from the OTHER SCHOOL of the NON-REDFIELD WEIRDNESS
SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AND A GREAT BIG SUPER WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW FOR LOVELY MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY.
The Miami professor told me to call him today,
and when I did, first I got a weird phone interception, which
is an old NSA-MILITUFORCE harassment trick, and when I finally
got through, he wasn't there after he specifically told me to call
him at three today and all I can do is what peeps tell me to do!!!
Well,
I knew this was NAUT gonna' fucking be a
wonderful day, when I crawled out of bed around just a little
past eleven of the cunt lapping rotten ass diseased clock, back on
Friday MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
Allow me to further enlighten all of you as to why “I
am saying that”, and
without ANY FUCKING FIRES, THRILLS OR
JOYS, DISNEY COMPANIES, OR MICHAEL CRICHTON'S either, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
In-between
1975 and 1980, I was still visiting my old school chum over at his
Barrington, New Jersey house on Beaver Drive, Mister Bruce Allan
Pennock, the imperfect only human dude who was picked on constantly
by the
great future FCC Chairman, Mister Bob
McDowell,
who moved with his family from Gibbstown, New Jersey, to Fort Wayne,
Indiana, somewhere in middle or late 1973. His entire family, as is
and was the CALLIO
FAMILY,
into the government, either locally or federally. As I speak, I am
getting another music assault with blaring sub-woofers outside my
apartment in some illegal automobile going by, at 1:50. I have said
it before and I will say it again, to you boy, thrill and joy all
notwithstanding, lovely Patty, four out of the following five items
simply cannot nor ever will, properly explain why I am going through
this endless fucking assault and total absolute destruction on my
entire life!
Allow
me pweeeeeeeeze to reiterate this:
There
are five items that attempt to explain
what is going on in the condition of humanity here on this
Earth-Planet. These are as follows:
1---The
church
2---The
Scientific Community
3---The
Philosophers Club
4---The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
5---MORIANITY
THANK
YOUUUU,
MIZZ HARLEM SUGAR HILL.
Across
the hall from me, the illegal cousins of my triad nabe thirds, are
in some illegal bicycle business that I am quite positive is not at
all legal.
Then I have another third of these ILLEGAL-TRIADS
next to me
running some repair shop in there, endlessly
hammering.
I thought it was coming from above me, but yes, above
me can be annoying as shit also when they have a mind to kick in with
their TRIAD-THIRD
of this horrendous mother fucking deal here in this nightmare PUBLIC
HOUSING
shithole,
yo!!!! Sheriff sir, I have already found the place that I will be
moving to, and it won't be for a while as I will be eating chicken
soup and saving my money until I can get the hell out of this rotten
horrible goddamn place.
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 UNFATHOMABLE SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 ASSAULT ON ME
AND ON YOUR CREATOR, AND ON THIS 10 OCTOBER DAY OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON
ME, BY 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, AND WHOEVER HACKED MY TD-BANK ACCOUNT ON THIS
TEN OCTOBER DAY, on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use
G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under
G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
END
FUCKING CUNT TRANSMISSION, YO!
THE
ENEMY MILITUFORCE MOTHER FUCKING CULPRIT, WHO IS DESTROYING THE LIFE
OF THIS INNOCENT POOR PITIFUL LITTLE FRAIL ELDERLY DEFENSELESS
SPECIAL ED KID, must all be feeling like real big-ass cock sucking
total heroes right about now, yo yo!!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
Really
BIG
ASS
HEROES!!!!!!!!
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When
I am getting those really fucking powerful thoughts about COMMITTING
GODDAMN SUICIDE, this is when I know for absolute fucking cunt
sure, that THINGS FOR ME ARE BEYOND SUPER ASS BAD AND OFF ALL MOTHER
FUCKING DIALS AND SCALES OF ANY REASONABLE MEASUREMENT, YO!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE Q2
4:40
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
10
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
THURSDAY,
OCTOBER 10, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 5:7
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.
Yes
my friends and 'fiends as well, out there somewhere in the magical
realm of non-Hollister-cyberspace yo, I am thinking seriously about
committing mother fucking suicide, and when this happens, I
am being put through the devils own DOGTOWN on EARTH times the
Cuban-cube of light velocity-SQUARED hyper multiplied by the square
of infinity! There is no time to laugh, only to cry! So what's to do,
Jack Twilight-Zone Klugman?
The
MILITUFAWCES froze up my COMCAST CABLE and fucked it up again for
half an hour or so, starting at approximately a little before or
after one A.M on this cunt eating MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS NOW 3 STRAIGHT DAYS OF THIS MAJOR
ILLEGAL UTILITY ASSAULT ON THIS POOR, FRAIL, ELDERLY CITIZEN,
OF THIS ROTTEN NATION, AND IN VIOLATION OF
EVERY HUMAN AND CONSTITUTIONAL LAW AND PARCEL OF HUMANITY IN THE
COSMIC BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
refuse to hand the mother fucking evil demonic MILITUFORCE my life
by goddamn committing suicide, and I am not
sure that I can accomplish this feat even if I were to try as
I have died literally a dozen plus times now, and cannot even keep it
straight; and I always seem to just keep
coming back by way of some type of
high-tech “Hollister-Magic”,
or “WHATEVER”, to
quote my old pal and musical associate from 1975 over at Albert
Pileggi's basement near the high school, in Westmont, New Jersey,
(HTHS), Robert Andrews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I will do however is pack up my apartment even though I don't
have the money, and MOVE THE FUCKING HELL BACK TO NEW JERSEY. I had
no money in December of 2009 a decade ago when I took the clothes on
my mother fucking back and a few bags of personal shit that would fit
into the trunk of my cock knocking automobile, and left New Jersey to
come here to this WUVWEE WONDAFWALL FWORIDA;
YO ELMER FWUDD, BRO!!!!!!! Yes, peeps, this goddessdamn
HOLLISTER-HELL is off all scales and dials, and indeed is absolutely
and most definitely back to being on the level it once was before
when this shit all got going, back in the LATE 80's and into the
early mother fucking 90's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
MILITUFORCE murdered my mom and my best pal in adult life, David
Charles Roth, back right after the 2000's came onto the mother
fucking calendar. I don't know what I am going to fucking do
beautiful Emma and friend, but I absolutely do get around, and
please, you all know I AM NAUT THAT DAMN ASS
UGLY, so gimme' a mother fucking bwake, willya Mizz
Margie Leo, yo yo yo yo? Oh yes people yo, since the M2F
murdered my mom and my best friend in adult life, they immediately
afterward gunned their covert weaponry at me FULL FORCE, AND THIS HAS
BEEN TOTAL COVERT ATTEMPTED MURDER DAY IN AND DAY OUT EVER SINCE!
They have not looked back, and then this year, 19 years after 2000
has “come and gone”, all great U.S. Copyright © Examiners out
there in Washington, DC-13-600; here we go again with another (it
never looked back deal), as after late August, shit took off on mega
terra steroid buckets against me and things have progressed to a
totally mother fucking unfathomable level, making this month as well
as last month (September and October) of 2019,
HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing
can explain what has been done to me other than my claims in this
MORIANITY RELIGION AND THESE BLOGS, THE BOM. No church or religion
established so far, no philosophical groupation of ideas and or
concepts, no scientific communities with all of their mother fucking
laboratories and test tubes and research wings, and to quote lovely
Diana Ross from Detroit, Michigan, back in 1983, “NO
NOTHING”, with a slammed down
telephone fucking receiver!!!
Yes
people, I have absolutely been:
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
'STRUCK
DOWN LIKE A DOG IN AN EVIL COSMOS'
OH
GREAT NEW GROUP-ALPHA DEEP SIX (NG-ADS), talk about randoms!
It's 26 minutes past
3 on this miserable rotten middle late Thursday afternoon, on 18
December of 2014. The next three years are critical to this planet,
as all Gary-7's know only too well from major powerful scriptural
evidence, that a generation, when refered to, can be various amounts
of years, but when discussing the type of things as it does when it
says after the Jewish people are re-established in end-times, that
'generation' won't pass away until the RETURN COMES. But before I
type in all about, ''which return'', we can first remember this
little squib from the first chapter in this newest most recent
blog-book. Viewers do not take pity on the ill.
I will just say as I did in eighty-three to the good old wonderful
freaking Copyright Office, “UNCLE”! There are only about nine
million things that need to be talked about. This will not happen of
course. So I must pick and choose my pains and my poisons. Yes
Mister Tom Reale, you all can be real proud of yourselves, and so can
that great 'club' over in the most beautiful land on this planet, and
yes lovely Sarah, HANIL-94! Shall I now
get back to me' pernt, sir Archie Bunker Heatnight?
A
magical number, the number (7) is the amount of years that went by,
from when this great people became a nation again in the middle past
century, adding 7 to 1948 is when Sarah came into the world, in the
first two months if some powerful research that was done, is at all
correct. In any event, with or without that, the odds are 50/50 for
either that year or the year I was born, 1954, as we were totally the
same age. Elder Hair and his nice wife, from
late in the nineties, shared some major things with me, while
visiting New Jersey, from Utah, as stated before; assisted me with
the Callio branch of the great TAWF or ''THAT-FAMILY'' Sir James
Knowitall Burr; and from here, some other research was made a lot
more available to be had and learned. Long Story Short (LSS)
folks; I won't hide the truth that I always loved the shit out of
math, and this started when I was three mother fuckiGN years of age
in this current ME-LIFETIME in hyperspace
waking world reality realms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me do a
little with you, and I guarantee all hypnotic business meetings and
great former heavyweight boxers and griller's; this is all true, and
I'll keep it real dam ass simple, BRO!
A
dummy knows that the first number is a 7, and the next one following
that, based on this little dissertation, is a 22. Since both
lifetimes, of both of us, seemed to have
powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, why not cancel it out
as they do in any algebraic polynomial math equation? Since
subtraction and division are the counterparts of the true positive
directional math functions, of addition and multiplication, I
subtracted the 10 from the 22 and got a 12, leaving
me with a 7 and a 12, AGAIN. But what happens if I decide
instead to divide the 22 by 7 rather than canceling out alternate
sides? Well, it ain't a perfect pie, or even a
perfect Pi, but peeps, Pi cannot BE perfect. There is no mathematical
digit that precisely gives the infinite infinitesimal mathematical
relationship of a closed curve's circumference, to its diameter. This
ratio is very close indeed, however, to 22/7. To me, Pi, being
the multiplied amount, down to almost perfection, of these
'incarnations' and I'm allowed my opinions, Mashell-1980, according
to even queen-you; so let me now go with 3.14 as a cycle in the time
of the first two. In other words 1948 to 1955 verses 1948 to 1970.
Now, before I go further with number games, a generation is many
things in the Holy Bible, 20 years, 30 years, 70 years, and 100
years. I have yet to find a fifth reference in any possible kind of
biblical context, but I don't have so much hubris to claim that I
must be totally accurate and correct there, but I have researched it
quite diligently. The passages that refer to the three score and ten
year time period or 70 years, is most used with Jehovah and the
people of the days of direct interaction with Jehovah. IE, the days
from “creation”, through and up to the time of the birth of
Christ, and the “New Testament”. 1948+70=2018. So is 3.14X2 or
6.28, times 7, the amount that should “paup-up”; to quote the
great local area NBC weather man, Mister Weagle? Let's further
examine the situation, lads and lassies! 3.14 times 7 or about 22,
added to 1948 is where we started. If we use this multiple, or a 44,
we get this wonderful year of 2014, off by 4 years. So why is such a
cool equation so close, and yet to quote the great Sherry Baby
NI-I-I; off by four years? Well, secretly for about the time I
arrived in Florida almost, right through this entire year, I kept my
mouth shut about this, but have been actively working here and there,
to figure some part of it all out, at least to my own satisfaction.
Taking this further out another Pi more, means adding 2014 and 22 to
arrive at 2036. Still another goes to 2058. And on top of all this,
the actual 2018 number, is arrived at, by adding the biblical 70
generational number to the time Jerusalem was reestablished back in
1948. Pi may never allow a totally precise ratio between a closed
curve's diameter and its circumference, but this way off, all of it.
For that matter, so was my rhythm of numbers regarding
Port-In-The-Storm years, or PITSY'S! So what gives? For that matter,
what makes me so adamantly a believer that Pi is so important, and
for that matter, why adding and multiplying digits and doing it
several times, produces a meaning? Well, go there, and we WILL be all
day and all year. I know it does for the same reasons that I have a
gigantic respect for the first four digits of mathematics as well as
simple arithmetic, the 1, the 2, the 3, and the 4. Adding these up is
10 and this is our decimal system, ten digits, 0-9. Can there be a
hidden code in mathematics that rather than proving things out, we
learn to take the amounts that stuff is off, and begin working with
these things on a universal cosmic level? Well, I believe that a huge
coverup is going on, with just this; but am not willing to risk more
pain and suffering, attempting to expose this. I am trying to
heal right now off of what has already been fucking done to me, good
folks!
I
am not saying that the lovely Halloween-Queen,
Mizz Patricia Hollister, of the late sixties and early
seventies, is behind all of this. She is most
definitely NAUT, Mizz AT&T Blake;
but her
connections into it and my
life are as unmistakable and totally undeniable
as a category (five-meows) hurricane blowing right dead center target
into your town, and your home, for fucking goddamn crissake,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I truly and verily don't know how to be more blunt
or succinct here with this POWERHOUSE
TRUTH, FOLKS!
My
nabes next to me at the 605 Construction Company were banging around
on the walls of my bathroom last night AGAIN. Life here in this
Public fucking Housing Building is beyond a cunt lapping nightmare on
steroids me' kind fiends and friends out here, and the mighty
wonderful and illustrious AATS too!!!!
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YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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