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The old MOUSE FUCK UP HACK is back, FCC, and on top of that, I have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser has intentionally disabvled my e-mail as well as my photograph, and I am going to call someone for help, as these blogs are too important to just sit back and let my mother fucking MILITUFORCE ENEMIES wreck them!




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Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those MOSTS. Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman?





















I ran into Mister NG-ADS while I was getting something out of my car trunk, and even though he no longer comes into the building, no one is able to ban him from the real estate that lies just out beyond the drive-in gate. This is exactly where me' ol' car is parked, as I could not get a better spot that is closer to the door of the building the past several times that I have gone out on local errands. Parking woes like everything else goes on rolls, and lately, it is on a roll for lots of people and most likely lots of illegal guests. The old parking permit sticker thing seemed to have gone the way of all flesh, and speaking of that, Mister Death-Angel Mortimer Mortino just struck me on my left side at 4:43 P. M. For those who have no basic understanding and knowledge concerning things such as ROOT WORDS, MORT means DEATH in the English Language system, as in mortician, morgue, and you get the idea. So as I was taking a twelve pack of soda out of my trunk, I hear Mister NG-ADS walk over from where he parked along the street, and he and I talked for about five minutes before he very nervously looked at his watch, excused himself, and had to run off. In that short time, he told me that the enemies do not want my PHOTOBUCKED PHOTO ON MY BLOGS. They have several reasons, and one of course is indeed, all part of the Olivia NJ life/reality editing/splicing deal, almost similar to my taking songs from dreams (parallel realities), recording them on electronic mediums, and then having the global weather go nuts as all get the shit out with things such as volcanoes, earthquakes, twisters, and unusual hot or cold weather fronts in general popping up out of nowhere!
























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Hey the world figured out that scrambling up reality, and adding the new technologies of the old techno-music; can alter reality in wild ways. I hate to take credit for a lot of this new age mess, but despite being intentionally kept quite obscure in all of this by MILITUFORCES of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and the ASTRAL-PLANE'S BRIGGBASE SYSTEM or the political arena of the spirit-world, I AM INDEED THE FATHER OF MORE THINGS THAN JUST 'DOCTOR JACK'S EGG'! A child can see how Morianity played into the entire mess the world is in, politically, as well as the entire new computerized reality taking things into places where it never ought to have fucking gone in its wildest damn dares. Still, here we are, and here is therefore where we all need to be quite concerned about. It is not possible to recreate or edit time-lines unless we are members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I for one know that, and admit to openly and honestly, I am most certainly and definitely, sir Thaxton; a member of the wild Astral-Groupation that morianity calls and labels, the ESS! Mister Don-Jon Trump on the other hand is NAUT in this limited league, and I fully believe that he is indeed one of the ESS. Still, he took both PARALLEL EVENT as well as MORIANITY, and used them to catapult himself into the quintessential alto regions here in the magical lands of physicality and humanness, called by some in the spiritual and psychic circles as well as the great religion of light and sound, known as Eckankar, the 'PHYSICAL PLANE'. Unless you've been hiding under a whole fucking huge bunch of rocks for the past half decade or so, we all know about these things, and we all know that it was right after my song that I had the Bonjovi's remake over at the AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”; that these things started to happen and then balloon into what they all are today, all over this mother fucking great globe called the EARTH-PLANET, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!




Folks, playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I have come to do on my blog, is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a thousand super ass heroes. A BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super annoying hack, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK), one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal and sir; the FUCKING hack is powerful as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over, and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio????????????????


Just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure. I'm glad the other two doggies are having a much more successful time in their blogging endeavors than I am, but would cut off my fucking arms and legs and nuts, to know just what all these secrets are, as I do know there are secrets, and I do know they are well fucking cunt lapping guarded, on pain of death, and not at the Griffin Pipe Company, although, I told you all how the dude in the L&O show came around a lot, as no one looks that totally alike if they are not, not even fucking ass twins, and I have a lot of twins in my family, just start rereading, and archiving my older blogs where they all began, back in early 2006, and see that fact for yourselves, kind lads and lassies, YO! YES, I am fat, and OH-SHIT, not yet on the SYFY CHANNEL, and I'm quite sure, NOT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! My stolen ripped off ideas, yes; but me being allowed one single mother fucking ounce of credit, for one thing I ever did in this 60 years, by this sick fucking world, that hates me worse than they all fucking hated Jesus fucking Christ; FORGET IT, UNFORGETTABLE MENTALIST NASTRADAMUS. Don't believe anything I ever say, ya' fucking moron jerk offs, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WHAAAA you silwee fucking wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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These mother fuckers upstairs have been hammering and moving furniture ever since three of the clock this rotten ass afternoon. This of course is bringing me mother fucking non ending rotten miserable ass ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, AND MORE CUNT HUFFING ROACHES. I WOULD LOVE TO SHOVE THE TOILET GERM SCUMBAGS RIGHT DOWN A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TOILET!!!!!!!






I am no longer on Donna Summer's list of messed up minds, as it is no longer cats and dogs and kids with me,just rotten prick horrendous nabes from DOGTOWN. 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! Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions here, lovely Boston meat-packer, the great awesome super talented DISCO-QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Now here is one of the really fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE covered up secrets of the MILITUFORCE, you know, the AREA-51, Wright Patterson Air-force peeps. Reality can be rearanged electronically by doing many little 'tricks' without adding in any TEET-TEET's either. The simplest thing done when it involves anything electronic,even computers and word process programs and ANYTHING WHATSOEVER AT ALL, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER; causes some amount of TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT (TSE). I know this, and THEY know this (the Milituforce) for crying mother fucking out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!



THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NAUT:














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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, NOVEMBER 11, OF 2019; CAUSING ME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING, and my upstairs nabes from HELL in unit number 707, 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 desire key has been switched from NORMAL-Neutral POWER SETTING, and is being placed into the 'J' position.




Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.




Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).



Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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








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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.









WOW world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing blood from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to recapture their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die and how long we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control over the artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now live in too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute, and it does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave humans a brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization and humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most definitely knows who he is! Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.














The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon.




























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I bet that it is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, and I think this photo is out in the COLOR-RED state, but I forget now for absolute sure. WEEEEEEEE! Hey I cannot complain this weekend. It may not be as cool in the north here in my town, but it only went up to about 80 today and very low eighties yesterday, and the damn humidity was quite low. “AHA-AHA”, Mister Mike McNulty, from the year 1971! Hey, at least the photo still works, UNLIKE MY LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET PHOTO THAT I THINK MY DAUGHTER HAS BEEN HACKING OUT, OR ELSE IT IS BABY MAMA PATTY H.H.H. WHO CAN EVER KNOW?????






Thursday, August 03, 2006





Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, a low hah ha, With Jokes all On Me




Morianity is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I have. It is now over. The world will not need to know any more at this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blur to the entire human race. There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside, either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let's fuck with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given me permission to put a back cover on this book. No sir Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Technicians everywhere and anywhere all over the mighty evil EARTH-PLANET, not all things told stay the same, and no, I did NAUT end the MORIANITY PROJECT back after the 3rd day in August of the year 2006 of the common-Era. So WEEEEEEEEEEE and yes, this may all be quite WEEDEEKAWUSS too, lovely Dairy Queen Katy, so pweeeeeeze do NAUT beat me up or ruin me' chances with my pal the Congressman to get my shit all looked into, oh wait a minute, this already has happened, did it NAUT, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983?









The power of Olivia Newton John's great movie about life editing/splicing is incredibly involved in all of this Morianity, and it always was, right after it came out and before Morianity was anything more than a post LOIS-FOCA idea in the large recesses of my 'brain'. Still, 'Olivia-New Jersey' or whatever the RSSC that's all rapped up in this entire mess, can also be upped by some decades with the great “L&O”-SVU-TV-SHOW with that title about poor lovely Detective O.B. And her rape-product father, Mister Joe HOLLISTER. Does the universe really NAUT endlessly scream and shout up a storm that is louder than a whole war-room full of atomic bombs that just went off? The loudest and most recent explosion is 7+5+6+9, and so now let us examine why the HALLS FAWCES are playing with me' mind on the totaling up of three robins from the illustrious ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, shall we? I mean first me' mind fucks up with the sum of 3010, and then it fucks up again with 3040, or whatever, as I canNAUT keep up with these PBHE's any more, but we all know that 1802+1102+506 is 3410. Something is literally HACKING MY MIND, hence the old Morianity's labeling of Prior Blog Hacks and or Errors, or PBHE's, yo bro!





So let us all think a moment or eight or so, and see the three apartment units that I lived at over in this post 1970 farm outside of Haddonfield and Cooley Hall, called ROBIN HILL. These three units were 1802 where I moved to on May 1, 1980. Then came 506 after I left Atco, and moved right back into, somewhere early that same autumn of 1983 after I had left the 1802 unit, back on February first. Then finally, there was unit 1102, that I moved back into from my dollhouse in Moorestown, that I rented from Mister Real Estate Investor Jim Wilson, on Central Avenue in Moorestown, after the summer time ended somewhere in 1989. When adding those three apartment unit numbers up, WE GET 3410. Ignoring the zero in the four digit numeration of 3410, it then becomes 341. These digits of course first and foremost, when scrambled a wee bit, are the address at the Atco house owned by the other Real Estate Investor, Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris 'garage-kicker' Avenue, in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. Talk about the TOW-TWO-USE-SUE-GASME-GAMES, now we might have to also add in here, 3410-3040-3010. Aniwho, and moving this right along folks, we get the 341 verses the 134, and now, how many other things are all laying quietly inside of this just waiting to be plucked out of the magical non-HHH-mix of all NON-FASCITAR-RELATED items, or maybe said even better still, ALL OF THESE FASCITAR-CONNECTED-ITEMS, since in reality, without the Fascitar, I never would have found out so much, and just who put me onto the fantastic sensational inconceivable Fascitar, but lovely Patty H. Hollister H.????????????????? As for hyperspace interdimensional aliens, ash trays, trailer parks, cars, car problems, and mechanics; it seems to me that certain areas or geographical POINTS seem to be extremely part of some wild unexplained thing. It may not yet be fully understood by any stretch of the mind, but back in Jersey and during times of extremely bad aerial death siege and MILITUFORCE death siege in general, air and ground; that there were definite AREAS where things always began to instantaneously get real bad as soon as I began driving through them, and not once or twice or five times, BUT I SAW THIS FUCKING SHIT HAPPEN TO ME EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN TIME that I would drive through these PARTICULAR GEOGRAPHICAL AREAS, or POWER-POINTS, as my Morianity has come to label them, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” , oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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There is really no such thing as time in truth, and it only is created by the physical realm's brain-system whose job it is to separate the infinity dot into scattered dots. In the case of Star Trek's Starfleet Officer Gary Mitchel, another 'Mark' was told by Cap Kirk to rig a DESTRUCT SWITCH, in that wonderful 1966 TV-episode called “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, and he mentioned how some morning light was off to the distance. Some things effect things behind them, while other things effect things ahead of them, and ATCO, NJUSAESMWG, was no exception whatsoever, Lads and Lassies. The truth is always the very same reality that the chicken and the egg happen at precisely the same time, as it is not a time but merely an interaction, in truth, or back in the Purgatory where shit is real there and then becomes real here in the physical world, just as our great HOLY WORDS tell us this is so. Mountainpen has merely experienced that particular Biblical truth for himself on a vely vely personal level, Mister McDowell, old buddy from Cooley non Fooley HHH.













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NO FOLKS, THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT



MEGAHELL ON STEROIDS, CHAPTER 0000,



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I bet that it is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, and I think this photo is out in the COLOR-RED state, but I forget now for absolute sure. WEEEEEEEE! Hey I cannot complain this weekend. It may not be as cool in the north here in my town, but it only went up to about 80 today and very low eighties yesterday, and the damn humidity was quite low. “AHA-AHA”, Mister Mike McNulty, from the year 1971! Hey, at least the photo still works, UNLIKE MY LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET PHOTO THAT I THINK MY DAUGHTER HAS BEEN HACKING OUT, OR ELSE IT IS BABY MAMA PATTY H.H.H. WHO CAN EVER KNOW?????



















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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
















Thursday, August 03, 2006








Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, a low hah ha, With Jokes all On Me








Morianity is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I have. It is now over. The world will not need to know any more at this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blur to the entire human race. There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside, either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let's fuck with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given me permission to put a back cover on this book. No sir Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Technicians everywhere and anywhere all over the mighty evil EARTH-PLANET, not all things told stay the same, and no, I did NAUT end the MORIANITY PROJECT back after the 3rd day in August of the year 2006 of the common-Era. So WEEEEEEEEEEE and yes, this may all be quite WEEDEEKAWUSS too, lovely Dairy Queen Katy, so pweeeeeeze do NAUT beat me up or ruin me' chances with my pal the Congressman to get my shit all looked into, oh wait a minute, this already has happened, did it NAUT, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983? Now in 1983, what antimatter FAWCES were being hurled at me to throw a lot of this future shit up here, back there into my life? Well, do you all have a damn century or two to hear that one?















The power of Olivia Newton John's great movie about life editing/splicing is incredibly involved in all of this Morianity, and it always was, right after it came out and before Morianity was anything more than a post LOIS-FOCA idea in the large recesses of my 'brain'. Still, 'Olivia-New Jersey' or whatever the RSSC that's all rapped up in this entire mess, can also be upped by some decades with the great “L&O”-SVU-TV-SHOW with that title about poor lovely Detective O.B. And her rape-product father, Mister Joe HOLLISTER. Does the universe really NAUT endlessly scream and shout up a storm that is louder than a whole war-room full of atomic bombs that just went off? The loudest and most recent explosion is 7+5+6+9, and so now let us examine why the HALLS FAWCES are playing with me' mind on the totaling up of three robins from the illustrious ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, shall we? I mean first me' mind fucks up with the sum of 3010, and then it fucks up again with 3040, or whatever, as I canNAUT keep up with these PBHE's any more, but we all know that 1802+1102+506 is 3410. Something is literally HACKING MY MIND, hence the old Morianity's labeling of Prior Blog Hacks and or Errors, or PBHE's, yo bro!













So let us all think a moment or eight or so, and see the three apartment units that I lived at over in this post 1970 farm outside of Haddonfield and Cooley Hall, called ROBIN HILL. These three units were 1802 where I moved to on May 1, 1980. Then came 506 after I left Atco, and moved right back into, somewhere early that same autumn of 1983 after I had left the 1802 unit, back on February first. Then finally, there was unit 1102, that I moved back into from my dollhouse in Moorestown, that I rented from Mister Real Estate Investor Jim Wilson, on Central Avenue in Moorestown, after the summer time ended somewhere in 1989. When adding those three apartment unit numbers up, WE GET 3410. Ignoring the zero in the four digit numeration of 3410, it then becomes 341. These digits of course first and foremost, when scrambled a wee bit, are the address at the Atco house owned by the other Real Estate Investor, Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris 'garage-kicker' Avenue, in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. Talk about the TOW-TWO-USE-SUE-GASME-GAMES, now we might have to also add in here, 3410-3040-3010. Aniwho, and moving this right along folks, we get the 341 verses the 134, and now, how many other things are all laying quietly inside of this just waiting to be plucked out of the magical non-HHH-mix of all NON-FASCITAR-RELATED items, or maybe said even better still, ALL OF THESE FASCITAR-CONNECTED-ITEMS, since in reality, without the Fascitar, I never would have found out so much, and just who put me onto the fantastic sensational inconceivable Fascitar, but lovely Patty H. Hollister H.????????????????? As for hyperspace interdimensional aliens, ash trays, trailer parks, cars, car problems, and mechanics; it seems to me that certain areas or geographical POINTS seem to be extremely part of some wild unexplained thing. It may not yet be fully understood by any stretch of the mind, but back in Jersey and during times of extremely bad aerial death siege and MILITUFORCE death siege in general, air and ground; that there were definite AREAS where things always began to instantaneously get real bad as soon as I began driving through them, and not once or twice or five times, BUT I SAW THIS FUCKING SHIT HAPPEN TO ME EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN TIME that I would drive through these PARTICULAR GEOGRAPHICAL AREAS, or POWER-POINTS, as my Morianity has come to label them, yo! HA-HA-HA, Mizz Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Fonda; YOU MISSED ME WITH YOUR ROTTEN ASS ONES ASSAULT TODAY, YO SIS!!!!!!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR



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MORNING LIGHTS

DESTRUCT SWITCHES

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There is really no such thing as time in truth, and it only is created by the physical realm's brain-system whose job it is to separate the infinity dot into scattered dots. In the case of Star Trek's Starfleet Officer Gary Mitchel, another 'Mark' was told by Cap Kirk to rig a DESTRUCT SWITCH, in that wonderful 1966 TV-episode called “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, and he mentioned how some morning light was off to the distance. Some things effect things behind them, while other things effect things ahead of them, and ATCO, NJUSAESMWG, was no exception whatsoever, Lads and Lassies. The truth is always the very same reality that the chicken and the egg happen at precisely the same time, as it is not a time but merely an interaction, in truth, or back in the Purgatory where shit is real there and then becomes real here in the physical world, just as our great HOLY WORDS tell us this is so. Mountainpen has merely experienced that particular Biblical truth for himself on a vely vely personal level, Mister McDowell, old buddy from Cooley non Fooley HHH.










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Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those MOSTS. When I used them, my blogs never looked all “stupid-ugly”. Their great software made them always look wonderful. Then one day, as with all things Mountainpen related, I GOT FUCKING ASS HACKED. Gee mizz AG-Moody and Sheriff K.J. Mascara; “what can I say”, in or out of the summer of 1969, that won't be somehow learned by magical Liverpool, England, subway tunnels, and/or their effects on one particular citizen, who became such as great musician, and a very special person in my hallway-life too; if I may add in here, please, folks? TANKS & B---O---O---M!!!!!!!!!











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SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, MY COMPUTER WAS FROZEN UP AND HACKED AT 4:25, BY MILITUFORCE AND FAMILY ENEMIES, AGAIN KIND SIR, AN DI AM GETTING REAL FUCKING TIRED OF THIS ABUSE ON MYCIVIL AND AMERICAN RIGHTS, SIR, AND THIS ILLEGAL GODDESSDAM ELDER ABUSE, SIR!







































































I hope my hyperspace pal the great Ice Tea doesn't kick my little ass for saying this, but I have learned throughout me' tiny fragile and frail whittle insignificant life, that not all things can be solved by shooting out employer office windows, and this leads me to what I said on these days as per the above CAPPED-IN time and date posting. I said that if things don't change, the streets will resemble Rikers Island of NYC, and I was pretty damn accurate. The upstairs cunt lapping furniture assholes are at it again, so I can only wish that they were getting that wild incredible punch that he gave that under-cuv dude who slugged lovely Rollins in the gut at that NYC gasoline station, and no, not at a POWER TEST GASOLINE STATION, but still, WOW what a punch, yo!!! Too bad we are not good buds here in this part of the hyperspace. Still, last night I was visited by lots of nasty insects whom I have sent back to the Purgatory recently, and they were biting me and cursing at me. The only thing missing,and thank the damn gods for it, was TEA'S mighty GUT PUNCH. AGAIN, WOW. Even gorgeous Keisha from 1999 would have to be somewhat impressed, and this lovely giant AA teen fractured my right arm in one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful pounding. You could hear my bone fracturing a half a mile down the courtyard at once was the Finnesteere Apartments where in 1975, I walked through and cussed out our wonderful LORD, King Akoslem, for allowing me to be assaulted in where else, but good ol' ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. Gee Wiligars people!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that fucking cunt trustworthy (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW AGAIN!

























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My life is so horrible, Sheriff Mascara sir, that I most likely WILL BE COMMITTING FUCKING SUICIDE VERY VELY SHORTLY, AND YOU MAY TELL ME' OL' BUD MISTER MCDOWELL THAT HE CAN SAY BYE-BYE TO HIS OL' SCHOOL CHUM FROM FOOLEY SMALL IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY. There is no way out for me. There is absolutely no mother fucking escape. HA-HA-HA, Mister devil lookalike, and he knows who he is. Yes, meow, and a great big laugh at Ziggy's jetty, for so many countless Huntington reasons. Next you will tell the world that I am THE BEAST. If anyone ever told me when I was a kid in church with my mother, and singing in the Haddonfield Choir, that all of this was merely a few decades out into the photon projected negative (antimatter) space; I would have given you a bigger stare-down than both Marcucci and my kid could ever do simultaneously. Never take man's religion too seriously. I've learned this on a very personal mother fucking level, yo world!!!!!



















I am totally cunt lapping sure their diseased fucking DOW JONES flew up and up and up all week long, and won't even fucking cunt lapping bother to check it or post any charts, screw the fucking universe. It is way more important to the one person who matters most in this world to me, {{{{(((''ME'')))}}}}, that the late spring of 1984 poison cigarette deal proved itself out, as now I know that nobody real was there for me all along, an dis why peeps were just fucking teasing me and screwing with me, worthless assholes, and I am going to remove myself this weekend from that jerked off fucking LINKED-IN bullshit, and yes, I have my pass-code in a secret place in a drawer so I'll be able to get into it and cancel out of it. I am not some fuckiGN prick to just be toyed and played with, MUSCLES ED, you dirty rotten diseased fucking Birchbeer Crawford LIAR!!!!!!! So a great big gargantuan sized WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to you, and anyone else from great CAMDEN, up there in the north-lands of No Joysey-America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy, is this really happeniong to me Mister Burr from Gloucester SHARKS-SCREAM-CITY, NO JOYSEY?

These poor dumb ass fucking mortals. They think because I have a hopeless life in HELL, that my truths are not real, and that my information is not fucking cunt gold cubed. That's their mother fucking loss, lovely stars in the sky (Astral-Plane cities). Every single thing that happens in exploratronics has an upstairs, as I have an upstairs hammerer, both now, and with Mizz Rose Jacobey in 1985 and 1986, and HELLVIEW HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY-USA. “OH SHIT”; HUH MISTER GENERATIONS DATA? I know about Sorens and Soronson, and nobody else knows all the secret shit that goes on at the local Good-Will-Store. What I know would fill a mother fucking New York City Library, 100 times cunt chewing over, and I know it, and screw everybody else!





I don't have to share my dreams with anyone, or tell any secrets to a bunch of muscles-Ed Phonies and prevaricators. I have absolutely no trepidations about making that outrageous and unfathomable claim, zero, zip, zilch, nada. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, LOVELY BIG O, QUEEN OF THE SPOON-DANCERS!!!!!!!!!!!











THERE ARE POWERFUL THINGS IN THIS BUILDING AND IN THIS UNIT I LIVE IN, THEY THINK I CANNOT FUCKING SEE THEM IN HERE, OR HEAR THEM, BUT YES, PARTYFIVE SARAH PLAYGROUNDS OF ANN REESE AND BOBBY WITHERSPOON, I SEE AND HEAR YOU ALL. I JUST IGNORE YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN, AND I DON'T RUN OUT LIKE A SCARED BABY. THEY DIDN'T FUCKING CUNT WASTE A MINUTE, TAKING THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF THE 'ION'-TV AGAIN, THERE IT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO, I HAPPEN TO SEE IT AND WATCH IT A FEW DAYS, THEN BOOM, THE NEXT WEEK WHICH NOW WAS LAST WEEK, IT WAS REMOVED OFF OF THE SYSTEM, 'KING SAGA' GAMES EXPERTS, OF THE ALL-ASS MIGHTY MCGUIRE/KENNEDY ALMIGHTY CLUB OF COSMOS. YES JOHN; DAVID ROTH STILL ASKS ME AS HE STANDS BEHIND MY CHAIR RIGHT NOW, HE JUST TOLD ME TO ASK YOU, YOU OLD GRECIAN MOTHER FUCKER FROM 1997, WHAT PART OF 'WHY AM I AN INVADER' QUESTION, DON'T YOU GET, AND HAVE YOU GOTTEN BACK TO TOUR LEXUS YET, WITH DOCTOR DNA-SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You dirty rotten mother fuckers are going to erase me? IN YOUR COCK LICKING DREAMS YOU ARE. Take that to the Bank of Toronto; Philly Flyers Hickey Team of rotten TV-57 cox!









I WEELWEE HOPE THAT YOU ALL ENJOYED READING MORIANITY's PRESENT CHAPTER 000008 OF “AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW”, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VELY VELY NICE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THEY HACKED OUT MY MOTHER FUCKING LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET-PHOTO FOR A THIRD TIME NOW, AND THEY EVEN TOOK AWAY ME' LOVELY KATHARINE SHARKEY, AS WELL AS DOZENS OF OTHER GREAT PHOTOS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!














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Now if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cut and paste from blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will change: 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%), 3---(-10%), 4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow these (+), (-), and number settings. If you make the photo wider, I will appear to be fatter, and if you make the photo longer and more rectangular, I will appear to be thinner, than my true appearance. It is set for exactly the way it should have come out originally, but because as usual, I did not get my money's worth; it did not. This is why we all look much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude me, they do not properly compensate the video reproduction of their transmissions. Of course, how many of you are as tired as me of the cable and maybe all network broadcasting, where the video and the audio for ten or more years are about 2 seconds out of proper synchronization. I sometimes force myself not to look at the mouths of those speaking, but try it, you will see, I don't imagine stuff, nor make stuff up.





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A message to 'magical doctors' EVERYWHERE, me' MORIANS:







So indeed, folks, just what is my problem, or better asked perhaps, WHAT'S UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME, how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????







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WE STOPPED THIS FUCKING SHIT A WHILE AGO, JUST AS WE DID BEFORE, IN 1997, AND I DO NOT EVER PLAN ON GOING BACK TO IT ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR. LIKE CARLISLE ROAD TRIPS INTO PENNSYLVANIA, IT JUST MAKES SHIT A LOT FUCKING CUNT WORSE, MY FRIEND, AND COPY NOT WOMO, JUST MO, AND PUT ONE UP ON THE INTERNET, LIKE BACK IN THE NINETIES, YEAH, I NEVER FORGET FUCKING SHIT, PEOPLE, AND I NEVER FUCKING CUNT WILL, SO GAG THE SHIT ON THAT, MAGIC-TV-SHIRLEY FROM PHILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOOD OLD PENNSYLVANIA AND MCGUIRE!

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The ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of a crazy person. Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP THESE BLOGS. Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT, you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!







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The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is as some know by now, quite a group. It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death and resurrection, aliens and UFO's, and the whole scene there, psychics, and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in any rational way, and on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school play, and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey” or the (Robin Hill Apartment Complex) as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that, there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins, (Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the 'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still, it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin discussing here. The ESS are the GODS, or the COINS and the COILS. Coins and coils are a totally different species than the Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into seeing some of the powerful truths. The reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal. The ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins. Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power. I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory, as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses. 15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings, and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning Goddess Diana for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She knows this, as do I. But people in her great GODS-FAMILY have dreamed down here as the ESS, and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda. BUTTTTTTTT, their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good. Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S? You bet I do. Also, I know for a fact that Mister and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle, hate my 'DAMN' guts with an Italian passion. Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from doing every damn fucking thing that I have ever tried to do in this human damn ass life; all part of this organized scum against me, the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire 324 inches???? YOU CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE SHIT, my kind folks! If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog, into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months, and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if memory correctly serves me here lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









































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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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, NOVEMBER 10, OF 2019; CAUSING ME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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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).







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MILITUFORCE FUCKING SCUM JUST FROZE UP AND TRIED CRASHING MY CUNT LAPPING CUM-PUKE-HER AGAIN AT TEN MINUTES SHY OF THREE THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION (ACLU), AND LOVELY FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL MIZZ NONPOLES OF NON WRITTENHOUSE SQUARE ALTERING MOODS OF THE HUNTINGTON BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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The time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, 'VIVA-MORIANITY'; along with some 'other not so nice things', most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either, yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is it? 'Cut me a break'; willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.









WOW world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing blood from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to recapture their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die and how long we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control over the artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now live in too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute, and it does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave humans a brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization and humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most definitely knows who he is! Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.












The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. Just an hour ago or less before starting this blog, my washcloth totally vanished and then showed up in plain sight. This is an incident that happens only when things are very bad for me, all the way to the mother fucking cunt red line!










My ex doctor phoned me a couple days ago and asked me if I would be interested in changing medical agents as they were sending a man over to anyone who is displeased with their current service and it did not matter that I no longer was a patient of Almighty dock Omar Shareef. I am misspelling his name but am spelling it as it sounds and adding a little bit of sarcasm to my writing as well. In today's world of big business and after this rotten post Ron Reagan Reaganomics that turned regular big-bizz which was ugly enough before, into the current monster that both myself as well as the awesome wonderful Senator 'Bernie Sanders', know only too well, that it truly 'damn' is. It seems I cannot change agents because HUMANA the plan I am with and wish to remain with, will not allow me to change. I can leave the plan and then change agents, but I don't want to leave my plan. So I am stuck with the almighty righteous self loving arrogant and not very nice Mister Berner, my current agent, who treats me very lousy when I need help the most. Oh well, stay well and happy, misty Vanwarmer, yo. You never seem to leave me and you are the one that I wish would do so! Yessir, the money bag big shots of the great Donna Summer Syndrome Club, forever ring out their omnipresence into my ears. Those with the great money have all the Alice L&O Ciminelli power, and we the poor peeps HAVE NONE AT ALL. Not jack, not squat. What we want never counts, because we are NOTHING BUT THE FUCKING ENDLESS DAMN SLAVES OF THE BILLIONARIE NOBLE SUPER WEALTHY CLASS OF INTIMIDATORS AND CONTROLLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the new agent came over, he stayed all of three minutes and left as soon as he found out what my health plan was, “and that's that”, to quote mister fucking Esolph. He was out the door. Another fucking botbar for the cunt chewing pitiful Mountainpen. Nothing he ever wants in this life IS EVER PERMITTED FOR HIM, huh Uncle fucking Heinz 1972 'Permitted Cameras' Gottwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive in Baby-blond, New York; up there on Woodie Guthrie's illustrious snooty ass great lovely island, yo yo yo yo yo yo?!!!!













If I move to the fucking Fiji Islands in just less than thirteen months on my Social Security bennies, yo, will I be able to fucking escape or even “PUT OFF” the inevitable A.I. INFLUENCE that will absolutely completely ruin what is left of the lives of those in poverty? I truly mother fucking wonder and ponder and seriously cogitate on such matters all the cunt huffing time; Lads and Lassies, and Lab-dogs and Lab-Techs, and all other AATS or any other BLOGAUDIANS out here, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy I am cunt lapping fucking tired of being in parallel worlds where I am in Atlantic City, New Jersey, such as again last night. Jesus fucking Christ Almighty PINK GODDESS of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















Well, my clock blocker worked today, and you missed me, Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Fonda, yo. HA-HA-HA-HA, ya' wicked damn witch of Georgia, oh Georgia, the whole night through, yo!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE THAT, and WEEDEEKAWUSS; huh beautiful Katy P?













I will have to purchase a bunch of new cans of mother fucking insecticide at my local PUBLIX Grocery Store tomorrow or Monday, as I am running out, and ROACHES are all over the mother fucking cunt huffing joint; huh all wonderful great pals of Steve Winn in Atlantic City, back in early 1984??????? Let me add thisssssssssssssssssssssssss little wee tidbit of dog jit before I make a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' 'pernt', Mister 'Bunkerqueens', yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! That's my number little boy. Well, that's vely intelesting, huh Bob McDowell of Cooley Fooley HALL? When did lovely Patty H. Hollister H. do her deed in wonderful Atlantic City? Try this on for size, yo. Around half past eleven in the morning on 7-5-69. Now we take 7+5+6+9, and yes all Robins and tweets, I fucked up, and said 3,010 when I meant to type in 3,040. Sorry. But this most certainly does equal HER NUMBER, right? And you all tell me that this cosmos does not scream and holler at the top of its lungs, just waiting for the Redfield Society to wake up, smell the stench of the fucking burning coffee burns, and goddess Damn LISTEN? These biblical tricks aren't shit when you come to understand what Morianity refers to as the tricks and GASME games of the gods, and also the Redfield Synchronization Syndrome of the Cosmos, or abbreviated into the (RSSC), yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















I can barely fucking afford to eat, and I have to spend money constantly to purchase cans of fucking cunt RAID to kill these disgusting unrelenting goddessdamn roaches in this rotten PH Apartment. Keep screaming at me Mister fucking James Redfield and wonderful awesome illustrious (RSSC)! Just keep right on shouting and screaming UNCLE and RSSC at a million fucking decibels. Talk about a really great DEATH WEAPON, at any amount of bells of sound pressure level for crissake (SPL), me' ol' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS! HA-HA-HA, huh Mister Mike Crichton of the wonderful WALT DISNEY COMPANY. Like endless fucking awesome WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW! Gee fucking willagars folks. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal' really and truly is; is to watch the great show on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”! How many times have I heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once, yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Go ahead world, tell me you would want to make a million dollar double or fucking nothing bet with your last million dollars, that I am just a crackpot nutcase from new Jersey, making this all up in my deluded and mentally ill mind. Want to bet? I'll bet some fucking mob bookie somewhere in Winn's Vegas would take that action! Yes Mister McNulty, wanna' give me another mother fucking AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA????

















No people; the Patty and Merry story isn't what is going to push that STS secrets scale up through the final 8th red star and beyond, but rather, it is the powerful connections to my 1984 remade song from 1983, called 'YBCO', from 'GITYA', Mizz 'Foca'. It is all about how this wild song seemingly was the real silent beginning for a brand new covert operation called the FAKE-PHONY-WORLD-OPS. I lived through all these times, and I know this is most definitely NAUT some silly insane shit, Mizz Blake, and also whether someone really is trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, mahm. Artificial Intelligence, and these fucked up new algorithms, that have merged now with the cloud, the net, and the computer and phone and tablet and the whole messy ugly 324 inches (9 yards); have altered many things, and people are indeed becoming aware of this strange bizarre reality and even discussing it intelligently on television, on educational type of programs. This in a sense is also a part of the Olivia Newton John and her movie about LIFE EDITING, and REALITY SPLICING; since it all interrelates, and does indeed intertwine and interconnect. My Cousin Donald, as I told about on many earlier blogs; made a really 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' deal about that movie. He seemed vely vely vely interested in the whole deal. Yes Mister McDowell you ol' 'shingle chucker' you, this is quite intelesting, is it NAUT????????? Tell me this. Would another great big WEEEEEEEEEEEE be in order here, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's and Mildred young's classes?????















What I plan to tell that will soon be putting the 8th star red zone into play and maybe even be in need of adding a ninth and a tenth star to the scale; has to do with how this entire mess all connects up, dot by dot by dot, BY DASH, right up to the original wireless telegraph without the use of cellphones, back in the middle eighteen hundreds. When all is said and done, this will include Patty and Merry yes, as they are a major part of it all, BUT, it will NAUT make them the major players to the omission of everything else. Believe this if you believed that water was fucking wet, peeps, yo!!!!! When a person cannot clear his throat during a medical phone call without the computer believing he does not know what the current year is, and this goes on and on like this and just keeps expanding and expounding and the curve continues onward parabolicly; then only the super wealthy that control everything will be able to prosper at all, AND ALL THE OTHER FOLKS UNDER THEM WILL BE NOTHING BUT THEIR MOTHER FUCKING HELPLESS HOPELESS SLAVES!!!! A real bunch of happiness pills for all of us to look forward to swallowing; huh world? Real real fucking pwetty huh yo? And 99.999999% of the population out here is all so cunt lapping dumbed down that they just laugh at me. Yeah, and I wonder just who dumbed them all DownloaderChrome DOWN, huh fucking MICROSUCKS Wesley GASME-GAMES Crusher of TNG-STAR TREK????????????













Now whether or not I cross THE ABSOLUTE RED LINE on what I tell in the coming weeks and months before I exit out of this TOTAL FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, is up to the MILITUFORCE/SPACEFORCE/TRUMPISM bullshit and what they continue doing to me day after day after fucking cunt ass day, yo! We can still blog and tell many things here in Morianity without going past the (4th yellow zone), or we can go straight to RED STAR #8 and that is the decision of THEM, NAUT ME!!!!







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