AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 12
11:20
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
FRIDAY MORNING
15
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 15, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----11-15-2019
TIME----11:22 A.M.
TEMPERATURE:----80
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----84
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----SSW
AT 12
PREDICTED
HIGH:----81
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----SUNNY
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
MOUNTAINPEN'S
BLOG STATS UPDATE:
Nov
2,
2019 6:00 PM – Nov
9,
2019 5:00 PM
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SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA; THE
FUCKING MAINTENANCE PEEPS BEGAN DRILLING AND
HAMMERING UPSTAIRS FROM ME AT 8:25 THIS MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
YO! IT SEEMS THAT THAT MY LIFER NABES ABOVE ME
HAVE MOVED OUT. I WAS TOLD THIS BY SOMEONE IN THE ELEVATOR,
WHEN I WAS DOWN IN THE COMMUNITY ROOM AN HOUR AGO, AND RETRIEVING MY
GODDAMN MAIL, AS I AM WAITING FOR MY ANNUAL FOOD-EBT RECIRTIFICATION
FORM THAT STILL HASN'T FUCKING ARRIVED, YO YO YO YO YO; AND IF IT
DOES NOT COME IN THE MAIL BY NEXT MIDDLE WEEK OR SO; I HAVE LAST
YEAR'S FORMS, AND I'LL TAKE THEM UP TO THE 'UP' THAT USED TO BE THE
'HARVEST', AND GET THEM TO REAPPLY FOR MY
ANNUAL FOOD ASSISTENCE, AS I DID LAST YEAR; NO THANX TO THAT
ASSHOLE MEDICAL AGENT MISTER STEVER
BERNER!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
HEY,
HE'S A TRUMP LOVER, WHAT COULD I TRULY EXPECT OUT OF THISSSSSSSSSS???
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 DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF 15TH
DAY OF NOVEMBER OF 2019;
WITH A MAJOR NOISE AND SOUND DEATH SIEGE, AT THIS P.H. BUILDING, ALL
DAY LONG TODAY, IN AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP; 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.
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I
am viewing the fucking impeachment inquiry on one of the C-Span
Channels, and shortly after it got going and before the late morning
break, something happened that is very necessary for this blog to
include, about my lifelong rival and enemy MILITUFORCE dirt bag,
President D. J. Trump. While the Former-Ambassador of Ukraine was
being questioned, the Speaker broke in and stated for the record,
that Trump in real time, is tweeting out
bad shit about this lady WHO HE WRONGED, but of course to hear him
tell it, HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING WRONG and everyone else is always the
BAD GUY. He then went onto say, and it made my day
despite it already being a major fucking BOTBAR DAY, when he said
that this is nothing short of “WITNESS INTIMIDATION” and it won't
be tolerated as it is criminal illegal behavior, and that is my own
paraphrase, but he said it in one way or the other, and IT IS TOTALLY
ABSOLUTELY THE TRUTH, YO YO YO YO YO, and why NAUT, as Mister
Chump-Rump IS a no good crooked criminal who cheated me and hurt me
all of my life, ever since the day at the Jerry-Hammonton-Texaco,
back in the fucking springtime of all great elusive non-butterfly
laboratory technicians from PENNSYLVANIA,
of 1984. I'll fucking cunt eating tell you all out here all over this
damn ass globe, straight up and right powerfully on the square; this
incredible shit, and I mean all of it, and all of its wild major
unfathomable connections to the Mountainpen; ARE
ALL STRAIGHT OUT OF MISTER FUCKING ROD SERLING'S TWILIGHT ZONE,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shall we never ever forget that the illustrious
and vely vely vely dangerous, dick in the mouth Bob McDowell Cooley
1972 Hall dangerous, went out of his way to tell me that the peeps
that I am searching for all come from PENNSYLVANIA, and he said this
to me right at his PITTSBURGH HOTEL AND ERIN BAR ON 10-SC AVENUE, in
ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, on that fateful day of infamy all all
great non P.H. DAYS, Patty or Pearl, on 7 February of 1997, two
months after that wild major Mary Tyler Moore green dress wearing
Astral trip I was I-Ching'd into, from my
Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG **DEATH
HOUSE**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So here I am in REAL TIME, watching the
Impeachment Inquiry on TV on 15 November of 1019, and being
ICPE-APE-TECH slaughtered; huh ALL
MERRY'S and MARY'S everywhere, in
any colored dresses yo; even MAFCO
RIGHT DRESSES; along with horrendous
LOIS-FOCA song-tears, from the very early fucking
nineteen-eighties yo; and then comes the great comment made by the
Speaker who interrupted his party-colleague, and said what he did
about TRUMP TODAY INTIMIDATING A WITNESS, LIVE IN OPEN CONTEMPT OF
COURT, AND USING TODAY'S EVIL SOCIAL MEDIA TOOLS, OWNED BY THE
FUCKING CUNT DEVIL ITSELF, AS I HAVE PROCLAIMED ALL DAMN ASS ALONG,
YO YO YO YO BREE!!!! SO WOW THAT, lovely BIG
owner-'O'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Week
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I
truly shudder to think what November
19's rating will look like,
or maybe said a wee bit better here, yo; the MILITUFORCE
needs to mother fucking shutter a whole damn lot, huh old pal,
Senator Sanders?
Robin Hill Apartments
THIS
IS THE GREAT FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
OR
IT WAS,
IN MY POWERFUL VISION,
FROM
TEN
YEARS BACKWARD
IN TIME!
Morianity
has caused serious disruptions in the entire cosmos, fifth
dimensionally; that I would not begin to address on this blog of
today, and if none of the Milituforce attacks on me, beginning in
August of 1986, and really, since three years earlier, but in a
lesser intense way, had been done to me; there would be no MORIANITY.
This is the real time paradox that I used to call an
evental-time-warp, back
in 1987,
and would discuss this with my friend, David Charles Roth, quite
frequently. Neither one of us had answers, but as time went along,
our theories and our ideas became a collection of concepts that the
SYFY
CHANNEL
would
have paid billions of dollars to get their hands on it all, if it
ever had been reduced into one book that contained
all of this.
Sarah
likes to play her fave game every time Pearl Harbor Day rolls around
in 1996; another typo, so often on blogs I say Pearl Harbor day in
1997, but this is an error and an obvious mind or machine hack,
either way, a (PBHE). When
she talks about my “guessing these names of guests”, she doesn't
really mean Mary Moore, out on that hotel balcony that day years ago
in that lovely green dress of hers. She means the exploratron
travelers who are interfering with my life.
As these blogs continue along, not only will more junk about the 'HOW
TO', with all of this exploratronic shit be talked about; but also,
the details of the game that Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle wants me to
play, called, “Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Who knows, maybe
this will eventually help me to break out of this hell-cycle that I
have been in now for
more than 8,000 years; and that is just this lifetime.
All this aside however, the ESS needs a lot more discussion, as the
entire TRUMP deal, his birth, his magical 'marvelous' life, and his
current presidency nightmare for all of us smart enough to realize
it, IS ABSOLUTELY ALL RAPPED UP IN THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY,
and I have every reason to fucking believe that the large majority of
the great secret agencies of America are really finally beginning to
see this and even believe thisSSSSSSSSS Morianity story of powerhouse
truths, that have this planet right now on the very brink of
teetering one way or the other, on one side of the fall, into hellish
nightmare oblivion and urination, and on the other side, into a real
true new age of better free democratic life for everyone, once we
manage somehow to get rid of not only him,but all of his filthy
rotten redneck white supremacist pals all over this damn country,
just waiting for him to announce the coup and help him take over the
nation by might and rule all of us with a fist of iron, and a heart
of dead worms and maggots!!!!!!!!!!!!Every
time I have any enjoyment, whether here, or somewhere else in the
hyperspace with memory of it; THE DAMN WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ALWAYS
ASSAULTS ME. It
is dependable SWISS clockwork precision.
I also have stomach cramps for absolutely no reason this morning, and
know this exact feeling by heart. I was struck down hard by this
fucking stinking dirt bag diseased government cult called NASA-NSA!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU; oh great and powerful and lovely
Folks;
very nasty fucking MOUSE
HACKING IS BACK AGAIN BADLY,
YO
BOB MCDOWELL WHEREVER YOU MAY BE ON THIS NOVEMBER 15 OF 2019.
A while ago, a story was all over the local media in my area, and
as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own
reputation in similar matters,
they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others, such as
when
Mister
Justin Beiber
came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while,
like
'Boo'.
What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy
sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands
when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally
irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big
strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell
helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he
chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were
too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I
would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the
authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the
hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing,
other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that
resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or
just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication
commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”.
Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if
you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot
of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won
only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and
street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL
STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister
Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story
breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get
laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me
and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter
worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN
and Mister ALEX JONES? Bob McDowell, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, SIR AND OLD FRIEND FROM 1972, they are hacking my mother
fucking computer huge time, please make it stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET
PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!! As for the mouse-hack fucking shit, explain to
me anyone out here, how not only digital fucking shit can be hacked,
but mechanical shit as well, such as this mouse that appears to
somehow MECHANICALLY be screwed with so that during particular
hacking that is done to me digitally, a mechanical problem, where the
clicking of the damn thing seems to not be functioning properly is
also somehow and quite fucking mysteriously done in total
unexplainable TANDEM. Hey, I never said that I have allthe fucking
answers to it all, me; blogaudians, yo. I ain't the great Patricia H.
Hollister H (Bitethroat), any more than even lovely 1969 Roseann
Delaney was, or is, or then, could she be? This kind of thinking
seemed to drive poor lovely Donna Lalassas Patterson nuttier than a
full grown fucking fruitcake, but them how can we explain rationally
that automobile crash in Berlin, or for that matter, the 500,000,000
dollar secret of the mighty Glassboro State College that ALSO-APPEARS
to be where she studied music at some point. I mean, I know for a
fact, and would swear it right now before Congress and the Senate,
that I have a legitimately provided by the BOE from my then resided
county of Camden-New Jersey, HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA stating that I have
attended the West Collingswood High School in Collingswood,
NJUSAESMWG, on West Collings Avenue, across this street from the
world famous Knights Underwear-wetting
PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At 12:31 P.M., Death
Angel Mortimer Mortino
is passing by my right side and annoying me, as he's been doing on a
vely vely vely non-McDowell regular basis now for ages, yo yo
BRAHHH!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 11
11:21
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT
13
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
NOVEMBER 13, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
MOUNTAINPEN'S
BLOG STATS UPDATE:
Nov
2,
2019 6:00 PM – Nov
9,
2019 5:00 PM
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SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY; THIS IS NOW 2 STRAIGHT OFF
THE SCALE MAJOR GODDAMN BOTBARS FOR THE PITIFUL MOUNTAINPEN.
YESTERDAY WAS OFF THE SCALE AIR PERSECUTION, AND TODAY WAS MAJOR
ENEMY ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS SLAMMING AND SCREAMING ALL DAY LONG UP
THROUGH AT LEAST HALF PAST EIGHT TONIGHT, SIR, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF NOVEMBER
12th
13th
OF 2019;
WITH A MAJOR
AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE,
ALL DAY LONG AND INTO THE NIGHT, FOLLOWED BY MAJOR ENEMY
ILLEGAL NABE-GUESTS OF MY TRIAD ILLEGAL SCUM
HERE AT THIS P.H. BUILDING, ALL DAY LONG TODAY, on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
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I
have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser
intentionally disabled my e-mail and then shortly following that, my
photograph as well. 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!
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. 'SOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to
do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman? I have
also come to learn that right after SIR NG-ADS and I spoke at the
gate of this NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER
BUILDING, AKA PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING OR PHB;
THE
M2F WAS TOLD TO RESTORE IT,
SO THAT IT COULD NO LONGER BE USED AS ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE BY
MOUNTAINPEN (ME) TO VERIFY ALL MY CLAIMS, AND HELP ME TO EVENTUALLY
VINDICATE MYSELF, AND MY WOES ALL TOGETHER, AND QUITE COMPLETELY, YO!
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In
or out of 1984, Cinnaminson, or musical projects sent to the U. S. ©
Office, I will still say the following: How I adore one big happy
family, even if it is TOTALLY CURSED, AND I HAVE TO BE THE
GENERATIONAL chosen one, huh sir DUMA ARGON
of the MICK-CLOUDS??????????
My blogs
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 11-12-19
NEXT
WEEK, NOVEMBER 19th WILL BE AT THE MAXIMUM 8th
RED STAR unless this mother fucking shit backs off of me, CUZZ
DONNIE!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
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BOM 2006-2019 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (the
'BOM')
Yes
people; yesterday's MAJOR SKY ASAULT was
also doubled up as a covert major HEALTH AND DEATH ATTACK FOR ME.
I began experiencing horrible stomach cramping early this morning
around two or so, and then in the early middle afternoon, I began
coughing and wheezing and getting a general mother fucking unpleasant
feeling in my entire chest. Assaulting A SICK DYING ELDERLY MAN BY
THIS EVIL EMPIRE, IS TOTALLY BEYOND UNCONSCIONABLE AND UNFATHOMABLE,
to say the vely vely least; huh old buddy Bob McDowell from 1972, at
the COOLEY FOOLEY HELL-HALL OF HELLishness, YESSIR, MISTER MIKE
SOFT!!!!!
Folks,
let me prove a simple point to you, even if that proof wouldn't be
considered good enough for court evidence. Sometimes we all know that
common sense supersedes even our fantastic LEGAL SYSTEM, huh Mister
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF??????? I have spent most of my adult fucking
lifetime now, since the middle eighties three and a half decades ago,
attempting to prove to all kinds of authority figures and others too,
all about my woe-wiz-me troubles concerning what I label and call, my
WOMO-MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES. Since this all began in the 1980's, I tried
and tried, but to no avail whatsoever could I ever convince a single
soul. I know absolutely that this is all true, and yet I get laughed
at and endlessly ignored and thrown out of the offices of countless
authorities. Now here is how I can totally know that these enemies
are not only real and not in just my sicko imagination. It is they
who do believe it all possible, as it is THEY WHO ARE DOING THESE
THINGS TO ME, SUCH AS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, AND OTHER COVERT
OPERATIONS (COVE-OPS). They come from the spiritual plane of
existence, not their physical bodies mind you, but the REAL THEM,
underneath the facade and the bullshit of their so-called HUMAN
IDENTITIES. They believe me, and THEY are doing these things to me,
and no one else will believe it and no one else is doing it. To
anyone and everyone else anywhere, any time, this is all totally nuts
and whacked and sicko dogshit. This to me proves 100% that I am not
lying, making up anything, or just nuts and crazy as fucking shit on
a hot shingle! Simply put peeps; cogitate on this paragraph and then
tell me that you can dispute this fucking logic one tiny teeny wee
bit.
Let's
examine this 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' arch
enemy rival, that I have told the world has been on my case, and
using this ICPE-APE-TECH on and against me, for his own sicko
god-like monstrous evil agendas, since it all
began in 1984, while I was on my way to Atlantic City, to go to his
first New Jersey Casino, the TRUMP PLAZA. It
is all on my original 2006-2008 blogs (BOM).
I speak of none other than the future 45th
PRESIDENT, SIR DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!
Now let's explore this all a bit further, shall we folks? He
CHEATED LIFE by using this ICPE-APE-TECH, to hurt me, and make
things ALWAYS WORK OUT HIS WAY, via of Earthly magically considered
Parallel-Event. I used this in the
Atlantic City casinos myself, and HE DID NAUT LIKE THAT AT ALL. But
let us look at PATTERNS, since even the mighty legal system
(CJS) does indeed respect and allow this concept of
established-patterns, to be introduced into a law case when it can be
proven that doing so is pertinent, and totally honest and accurate.
In some cases, you cannot, and this is the legal mumbo jumbo of
numerous countless legislation's and endless statutes concerning what
legal professionals call “Prior-Bad-Acts”.
But let us assume that I am able to use this, so we can now move
onward and discuss TRUMP, and his evil
monstrous wicked behavior, serving only himself, and his wealthy
rotten evil powerful WORLD OWNER PALS and
the Christian asshole fools
who now seem to be, unfathomable as it may sound,his followers, but
then, even the BIBLE declares
that in the end times, masses of people
will believe a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' LIE,
and be absolutely deceived; and that only a tiny elect few of
the populous will remain sufficiently
enlightened so that they don't fall into this horrendous trap
and be eaten alive by trusting this WOLF IN
SHEEP'S CLOTHING; AKA DONALD J. TRUMP, NEAR FUTURE KING OF AMERICA,
and with or without park leaves or future promises and
claims!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we are talking about
TRUMP being an established CHEATER with this ICPE-APE-TECH that he
has monstrously used on and against me for well over three solid
decades, totally ruining and wiping out my entire fucking adult life
completely and absolutely. So now we move this
up past 2015, and when this dirt bag prick threw his hat into the
ring for the PRESIDENCY OF THIS NATION. Now in the beginning
of all of this, HE CHEATED THE NATIONAL
ELECTION PROCESS USING NOT ONLY ICPE-APE-TECH ON POOR DEFENSELESS
CUZZ MARK, BUT ALSO WITH HIS SICK
PLANS INVOLVING RUSSIA. Now let us move this up another
four years to where he is running for REELECTION
IN THE 2020 RACE. Now we have his threat to pull aid from the
Ukraine government if they do NAUT investigate the one person that
TRUMP perceives as his biggest threat to his reelection, the
BIDEN KID, as if he can fuck up that family, then he can fuck up the
frontrunner Mister Biden, and win the 2020 election, and also
he is CHEATING as he did in 2016, BY
POURING ON THE RELENTLESS HARASSMENT AND TORTURE OF POOR LITTLE
DEFENSELESS DISTANT CUZZ MARK WAYNE
MOHR. So here we go again, all great fucking 1978 “NEW
KIDS IN TOWN”, HUH??? Patterns,
patterns, patterns. Give me a break everybody. Hey Margie Leo
from 1985; you too if ye pweeeeeeeeeeeeze! TANKS.
Do we all have to be Einstein to wake up and smell the stinky burning
coffee beans, for crying out fucking ass loud, yo?????????? As
I type this in and for the past five minutes, DOOR
SLAMMERS ARE MAKING ME NUTS RIGHT
OUTSIDE MY FUCKING DOOR, SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR; AND IT IS NOW HALF
PAST MOTHER FUCKING MIDNIGHT,
ME' KIND AWESOME SIR, AND THIS IS
ABSOLUTE FUCKING ELDER ABUSE, YO
YO YO YO!!!!
There
really needs to be a NEW AMENDMENT ADDED TO THE UNITED STATES
CONSTITUTION, AND I SAY THIS IS ALL FUCKING DEAD ASS SERIOUSNESS,
'EVWEEBWUDDY', YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! There truly and
verily NEEDS TO BE a legal and constitutionally backed system to naut
just remove a criminal president, or any elected official gone
crooked and proven to be, but there also needs
to be a way to literally disband an entire PARTY, should a party come
to power who absolutely refuses in a blatant and obvious way, to
place the good of America over the GOOD OF THEIR ROTTEN ASS PARTY,
and we all know I am speaking about the 21st century
REPUBLICAN PARTY. Bad as shit was under BUSH and REAGAN, and worse
even under NIXON; the party itself WAS NOT OBVIOUSLY BLATANTLY
TOTALLY FUCKING CORRUPT, as it is now, and many people all over this
fucking ass globe know that I SPEAK ONLY 100% THE TRUTH HERE, and if
this doesn't eventually happen constitutionally, along
with an absolute irreversible law of TERM LIMITS that prevents total
power happy rotten crooked billionaires-in-their-pocket trash up on
Crapitol-Hell, such as 'Bitch Prickonnel', and many others;
from literally merging with the wealthy owners of this land AKA the
Billionaires-Club, talked about so often by wonderful marvelous
awesome sensational Senator Sanders; if this does not come to pass in
short order, say around the year of 2040 or so, this nation has
totally fucking bought the cunt lapping farm. It will transfer from a
once great
and now failed experiment in 'FREEDOM FOR ALL', with
everyone equally under and before the laws of the land, into a
WEALTHY-OWNED MONARCHY,
with all of us little peon-surf groupation under all these MISTER
DONNA' SUMMER BIG SHOTS' WO (WORLD-OWNERS) which is where
we get the abbreviation in my Morianity of WOMO,
for a total abbreviated word-groupation of (WORLD
OWNER MILITUFORCE
OTAMMITES)!!!!! If
these things presently were a part of some irremovable new
constitutional amendment, all this fucking GUN
VILENCE SHIT would just about STOP,
as the billionaire GUN LOBBY
wouldn't be able to buy the LIFER
GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS such as ol' Bitch
M.
Oh
yes, I hate getting into fucking current events as this ain't a
fucking CURRENT-EVENTS-BLOG by any stretch of the mind. BUTTTTTTTTTT
folks, cut me a Margie Leo brake in both 1985 as well as up here in
almost the year of the COMMON-ERA 2020! The mighty future king Trump
in many parallel worlds, just today, Wednesday, November 13th,
said today when asked by reporters, what he thought of the
Impeachment Proceedings that took place today, and “here is what
the man said”, to quote that great old hit song, yo. As always, he
says it is all a “witch-hunt and a hoax,
made up by us crazy delusional fucking democrats, and then he
went onto say, and please people all over the
world, don't be fucking dense, start seeing through shit as we are
not in the fourth fucking grade, yo.
He said, “It
shouldn't BE ALLOWED”, meaning
the Impeachment Proceedings. Now we all know already that
if this god-like king had his way, the first amendment of FREE SPEECH
as well as the FREE PRESS, or (Don-Jon Trump's despised fucking
MEDIA), 'WOULD BE GONE', or to
say it like that awesome fucking sportscaster, the Latengrate Mister
Harry Callas, from a while back during all exciting baseball games
everywhere; they'd be like fantastically hit baseballs, you know,
“ADAHEEEEEEEERE”!!!!
Oh
yes good folks out here, no more FREE SPEECH, and
right away we all know that would mean two powerhouse things, with or
without the great all-knower, Mizz
P.H.H. Hollister, right? No more 'BOM' (Blogs Of
Mountainpen), and then WOW, I am sure if he
could get that accomplished, he would anti-grandfather in a law that
would GO AFTER ANYONE LIKE ME WHO ALREADY HAS SPOKEN AGAINST HIM, AND
OUT OF TURN. Remind anyone out here of
not all that fucking cunt long ago in ALMIGHTY NAZI,
GERMANY, EARTH, SOL, MWG????????
It sure makes me realize just how fragile MY
FREEDOMS TRULY ARE, and for that matter, how fragile what is
fucking ass left of the united States of America really is. If you
allow your mind to wonder and wander even slightly late at night in
the silence of a darkened room, you'd break out into a mother fucking
cold ass sweat real damn ass quickly, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, so tell
me Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, IS THIS REALLY THE NATION THAT YOU WISH
TO HELP BRING ABOUT? If anyone told me back as a fucking boy that all
of this was going to happen to me, with or without any THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES 1969 SONGS, I'da thought
you were totally off your mother fucking nut at light speed
squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now, yo, it is all right
around all of us, and on fucking top of that, no one is even aware of
it, huh 'games on starships' realizing great Ensign
Wesley Crusher? Don't tell me about how the MILITUFORCE
cannot do TELLOSIAN FUCKING MIND CONTROL, 343434343434, as I
know totally and fully fucking differently about
thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!
Last
night in my nightmares I was living somewhere, or my hyperspace
double was (doppelganger) as in the non NAZI Germany word for double
that is used in much SYFY entertainment industry stuff; but I was
living somewhere not that far from the ocean, maybe a block, and all
of a sudden out of nowhere, the ocean had some large
redacted-Surpriser Waves out of nowhere, just suddenly come up, and
begin crashing into my windows on the ground floor. I remember having
three floors in this home, and a lot of great big giant televisions
all over the place. After the Surpriser-Waves hit, as quickly as the
event came, it was all calm and quiet, but three damn feet of
seawater was all over my home. I then heard a voice being transmitted
by a spy-satellite directly come into my room, and it said to me,
“I'll flood you out over and over and even put rats and roaches all
over your place whenever I feel like it”. This message repeated
several times while I frantically walked around the first floor of
the place all upset from being FLOODED OUT AGAIN. Every mother
fucking night for a week or more now, MAJOR GODDAMN NIGHTMARES are
happening to me. My spirit is exploring all of the worst places and
things that my damn hyperspace fucking doubles are experiencing, for
whatever the reason may be, as it certainly eludes me why my fucking
soul or spirit or whatever religious asshole want to call it in their
old fashion concepts, wishes to go exploring into the absolute worst
possible shituations that I am dreaming into, off of the Purgatory.
My physical self in human flesh has very little to no power, over
this horrible bullshit. The great ELECTRON
(DIANA) allows MIND to become localized as a human brain, in
particular separated existences, by all of us; and in the
true void infinity
that planked out into the ASTRAL-PLANE,
all SOUL is just oneness (beingness),
one and with itself, or ZERO-DIMENSION. Star Trek and mister
G.R. went onto label what Morianity discussed for decades before
their 'TNG' show of remade original Star Trek shows, the “Lack of
Dimension” or (LOD). Hey yo whatever floats everybody's damn boat,
huh? In my case, whatever fucking ass sinks my
sub!!!!!!!!!
People,
only HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
amounts of TELLOSIAN-MIND-CONTROL
(TMC), could hope to begin explaining how we can have so many
nut case radical redneck stupid ass LOYAL
TRUMP LOVERS AND FOLLOWERS out here in this nation, who
would sell their possessions and youngest daughter to him, for the
privilege of allowing them to KISS HIS MOTHER FUCKING DIRTY CROOKED
ASS!Nothing short of saying that to me, THIS IS ABSOLUTE FUCKING
VERIFIED PROOF BEYOND ANY SHADOW OF ANY DOUBT, that TMC IS REAL, that
TMC IS BEING USED AND APPLIED TO U.S. CITIZENS ON A TARGETED AGENDA
BASIS VIA COVE BFA'S, and that TMC is by far MORE DEADLY AND
DANGEROUS THAN AN ARSENOL OF THE HUGEST NUKE BOMBS EVER STOCKPILED,
AND THEN MULTIPLIED BY A MILLION!!!!!!!! Again, TMC is not an
abbreviation of Turner Classic Movies, but rather a much more fucking
cosmologically important and urgent TELLOSIAN MIND
CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this still brings me to one really
monster ass fucking cunt HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Archibald
Bunkerqueens PERNT, which is THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! I
feel I know the bigger of two reasons YYYYYYYYYYYYY this NOW ONGOING
2-DAY DEATH SIEGE is surrounding my mother fucking pitiful whittle
proximity, Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Techs, and any and all
other great 'AATS' or 'non-AATS' Blogaudians, yo
yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!! Certain things out here in this
cosmos are absolutely forbidden things to tell and or talk about with
new people or anybody for that matter. Despite the fact that I may
blog about these topics, the truth is that not that many new peeps
read this blog, and so all of the shit that the MILITUFORCE does NAUT
want spoken out about, don't fall on NEW EARDRUMS. Right before all
hell broke loose on Tuesday, I told my PCP doctor something, and then
POW! We got on the topic of my mysterious glandular condition, and
the night of June the 4th
in 1983. Whenever I discuss this, somehow
the M2F knows it and immediately begin persecuting me,
and sure enough the mother fucking second that I left the office of
Dock JAR, POWerhouse-POW, yessir, mike Soft, this does apply this
time, and yes, so does THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica 1983 SNAKES of the
“AMC” SOAP-SHOW!
So
I left the office of DOCTOR 'JAR' as I jokingly call him, not to his
face mind you; and WHAM, the AERIAL DEATH SIEGE CAME ONTO ME LIKE A
HUNGRY FUCKING BALD EAGLE FINDING A NICE MOLE ON THE GROUND TO FEAST
UPON, POW-POW-POW!!! Private planes were dive bombing me, and the
CHEMTRAILS BEGAN GROWING LARGER AND CLOSER, AND BEGAN SWOOPING DOWN
ON ME, A MILITUFORCE INTIMIDATION TRICK WHERE THE OPTICAL ILLUSION
FROM A GROUND FUCKING VIEW MAKES IT APPEAR AS IF THEY ARE JUST ABOUT
TO COME DOWNAND GRAB ME AND SWOOP ME UP AND DESTROY ME IN A NUCLEAR
FUCKING HOLOCAUST, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I came out of the
Publix Grocery Store which was my second of three errand places that
I went back on early Tuesday afternoon it was CHEMTRAIL FUCKING
CITY!!!!!!!!! The loud buzzing private aircraft's were also still on
me like cunt huffing ANGRY BLACK AND GREE FLIES ON A HOT JULY GARBAGE
TRUCK OVERFLOWING WITH NASTY-ASS SHIT! The loud buzzing planes and
general aerial assault went on way past midnight on Wednesday fucking
morning, and then when I got up, I was sickened by these poisonous
trails, and then came an entire day of MAJOR FUCKING ENEMY M2F NABES
FROM HELL-DOGTOWN ON FYUCJKING CUNT STEROIDS, YO SHERIFF K.J.
MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND THIS IS 2 MASJOR
STRAIGHT DAYS OF A DEATH ASSAULT ON AN ELDERLY PITIFUL HELPLESS
VICTIM HERE IN YOUR COUNTY OF SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG, SIR,
YO!!!!!! I AM DECLARING A MAJOR FUCKING CUNT
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If
shit doesn't back the fucking cunt hell off of me soon, I WILL
DO SOMETHING WILD AND CRAZY; AND I
PROMISE YOU ALL THISSSSSSSSSS, GODDESSDAMN IT YO!!!!!
Wednesday
was mostly cloudy and windy here in good old fucking FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA, USAESMWG, YO! That was a nice change from the normal hot
weather that usually runs through most of this eleventh month of
November, the 'tricky month', to hear lovely
Monique tell it, on that great 2009
movie that the wonderful and talented Mizz Mariah Carey did
with her pals from the sugar hills, and without any help whatsoever
from any tweeting robins of the 3410's!!!!!!! Now we remember,
1802+505+1102=3,410. So why is that a big deal? Well, “Normal
people”, to quote Sir Grant
O'Neil as a teenager;
would say it couldn't be very important, and that this entire thing
is merely a psychological delusion. Only the mother fucking damn
MILITUFORCE does NAUT agree with Sir G. O'Neil, or else, why then
every goddamn fucking time that I mention my weird on steroids night
in Atco on the 4th of June in 1983, does ALL DOGDOWN
(HELL) BREAK CUNT HUFFING LOOSE FOR ME????????!!!!!!!!! Let us
explore this in a wee bit more depth here, shall we peeps of the
AATS? First off lovely Mizz MO, I know for a fact now that the
mathematical odds of my daughter not being miraculously
interconnected and intertwined in all of this shit from Atco and 1983
are approximately thirty four and a half million to one. I won't even
attempt to bore anyone with pages and pages of long ass stats and
graphs and etcetera etcetera dogshit here, so take me at me' word yo,
and TANKS! The M2F did all of this, and so the last thing on this
planet that these diseased non-Lex Luther maniacs want is for me to
ever totally publicly prove that both my kid and I suffer from
medical conditions that even further verify all of my claims on a
whole damn lot more shit than just genealogically related crapola, yo
BRR! THAT is YYYYYYYYYY this entire matter is ABSOLUTELY CLASSIFIED
ON PAIN OF DEATH, and more than just this, it could literally prove
all the shit that the AATS people are also looking to prove, merely
showing things to be somewhat different in full concept from their
antiquated ideas that all things pertain to the physical plane if
they happen here in this natural world order. This, simply put, ain't
fucking so. Still, many things would be proven, and a whole damn lot
of heads WOULD TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING ROLL should that ever be
'permitted' to happen, on or off great Woody Guthrie Islands up in
New York, BRO!!!!!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
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TRANSMISSION.
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 10
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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Recently, we have
done some heavy cave exploring within the wild mountains of
Mountainpen's Exploratronic Supermind Society. You have learned quite
a lot over the past few years about the topic. So does this not peak
your curiosity to see just what this ESS did to thwart my attempts to
expose them to the multiverse of past times where we all are pawns in
their hands, and our entire societies, but a mere game in the hands
of gamers and other more dangerous peeps. Recently you may or may not
have seen some television shows that show someone telling us, even
though the show is fictional, we know we are supposed to all derive a
bit more out of it when this is spoken in the show, that we do not
know beans about all the deadly shit going on all around us, with the
most recent memory that I have, being on an “SVU Law & Order''
show”. Aren't you at all curious to see what happens when you type
into a GOOGLE SEARCH, as I told you would be the case; just how the
ESS covered their tracks by putting some benign nonsense that
connects up to the word Morianity uses, EXPLORATRON; and unless you
place in quotations, both Morianity, and Exploratron; you will only
get this (supposed first) older version of things pertaining to this
word, that I don't buy into for one fucking tiny ass second. Let us
try this again, just typing in EXPLORATRON, on a Google Search, and
see if anything has changed, as I seriously doubt it, with the ESS
there, making sure that their mission indeed was and is, TOTALLY
ACCOMPLISHED!!!!
Now something
amazing has happened. They went back into time and removed all the
shit that used to be there from my days in new Jersey, about this
OTHER Exploratronic stuff. Mind bending. Totally fucking mind
bending. My stuff is not on the Google either, you have to type in
both exploratron and something pertaining to my blogs, such as a name
title of a blog, my screen name of Mountainpen and other key words
that if you put into a quotation together, pops up lots of my stuff
pertaining to this topic. Still, it never comes up just from the word
EXPLORATRON or EXPLORATRONIC. One such example that will pop up is a
2009 Wordpress Blog on the topic. There are dozens of other possible
places to click on.
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND OPENING BLOG
“Exploratronic
Supermind—-Opening Blog:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
All
day long, the filthy military and OTAMM or WOMO, persecuted me
heavy. The air siege was major. The same crash-level low flying
airplane kept harassing me illegally. It first flew over Dawn’s
psychiatrist in English Creek, New Jersey this morning, later it
was in different other locations throughout Atlantic County, New
Jersey as well. Some chemtrailing was nasty, but I have been under
worse skies. Military planes and bombers were all around me as
well, making a lot of noise, and flying extremely low wherever I
went, all day long. If this diseased toilet water drinking scuz
did not have me 2 torment and torture, they would go literally mad
at light velocity squared. This began when I began breaking out of
the HUNTINGTON CURSE in the spring and summer of 1986 by defeating
the game of roulette at the Atlantic City casinos, by using what
Diana Arteemis told me 2 use, a system of applying parallel event
2 the game. Julia White could not permit the remotest possibility
of my happiness and being able 2 escape this family curse. So they
used the negamagging ICPE tool, another mighty part of the
PAWM-PIE. If any of U doubt me, buy a pair of dice or a deck of
playing cards at any Mart or dollar store or wherever. When U have
days where the boss or your spouse is really kicking your glass
and giving U a hard time, try guessing 50/50 chances 10 or 20
times and give yourself 5 or 10 points 4 each win, and
Depending on if U use 10 or 20 throws or draws, so that all wins
would total up to 100%. Keep a long running record. Keep one 4
real bad days and then the more normal days. U will, and I
guarantee U, B able 2 prove that I am speaking only major secret
truths here. Your scores on the OK days as they total onward, will
always far surpass the scores on the bad days totals provided U
compare these 2 at equal amounts of total throws or draws. If U
wanna try and prove me wrong over time and R not quite sure what I
am telling U2 do here, 2 verify my words and nightmare story; get
a friend or acquaintance of yours who is more mathematically
oriented, and they will show U what I am telling U2 do here BRO.
Told
U2 watch the news. More natural disasters R forthcoming. No one
can mess with me this much and expect my Magnesonic machine NOT 2
strike U back, ya bird. Speaking of birds, DEEDEE was all over me
as well today, flying right over me so low on 2 occasions that I
could hear her lovely flapping wings. I LOVE U DEEDEE!!!!!!!!!!
Never leave me, tell her I need her SSJKK, please brown eyed
TEEN-QUEEN from upline!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
let me tell U about the interaction I had early this evening when
I took a short nap after a bunch of extremely trying and stressful
days now and little real proper rest and sleep. Instantly, I found
myself, and remember my body is lying basically dead on a bed,
just as does your bodies when this stuff happens 2U, and U call it
“just dreams and just dreaming” like U all R so powerful
ingenious brain trusts that really know what is going on. Please
give me a break, I hurt 2 much 2 get into a fit of raucous
laughter tonight, BRA!!!! I find myself in a bedroom with a
strange small radio that is playing not real loud but music is
coming from it. It is sitting up high on top of a refrigerator,
despite this being not a kitchen, but as I said, a bedroom. My
song written in 1999 called “ATLANTIC QUEEN” was playing note
4 note on the radio, all though it was in Spanish and I could not
tell if the lyrics had been pirated as well as the precise melody
had been. Suddenly I became totally aware that there was a man in
the room from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the FBI. I
suddenly out of the blue asked him 2 please verify that indeed he
knew that someone powerful was messing with me and had wrecked and
obliterated my entire life, and that all I wanted him 2 do was
give me a small wink in his eye if I am correct. He intuitively
appeared 2 know that I would cover his back should he indeed
cooperate with me, one turn of good deed deserving another sort
of, so that he would not get into any problems with any of his
superiors. He gave me a very small but definite wink in the left
eye by my point of reference in facing this man. I then instantly
pretended he did not 2 cover him, and said 2 him, I really wish U
could have helped me, and he then said, I am sorry, I do not know
what UR talking about. But he DID WINK, a small wink, but a wink.
HE DID. Well cut fingers from frozen drinking glasses and great
fish in bays not withstanding, maybe indeed his name was Agent
Icemachine, huh United States Copyright Office Examiners of the
summer time in 1986????????????????????? My mother was in the next
room, and I left the bedroom, and was trying 2 remember where it
was that I was living, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar.
The man in the bedroom seemed 2 vanish, Agent Icemachine or
whatever Congressman Oakstreet Andrews. Don’t have a cow and an
aneurism on me simultaneously Roseann, please. One
Heinz Gottwald on Planet Earth is enough, actually when he was
alive, I would have said it was definitely one 2 many,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Dawn and Ann King
walked through the front door, and began arranging and moving
things. We had all moved in 2 some new place. My mom was alive and
with us. I tried desperately hard 2 figure it all out, and
then BOOM, it hit me right in the DREAMING, I
am an exploratron. This is what mortal man refers 2 as
being in a dream, or dreaming, or whatever. I am now in another
part of the hyperspace where other U’s and me’s exist and R
living all sorts of different lives. I even remembered that I was
planning 2 go back 2 my own part of hyperspace later, or WAKE UP,
as U might perceive this, and begin a brand new series of blogs on
this topic of mans natural hyperspace explorations, by permitting
the body 2 shut down not all the way 2 death, but meet death sort
of half way as any medical doctor knows, U do indeed slow down and
approach a more dead-like physical condition, measurable in varied
respiration, heartbeat, metabolic processes, etcetera, from when
fully and wide awake and functioning in the normal physical world.
By lowering your physical systems over a period of time, U also
literally begin turning off your awareness 2 this physical plane.
Anyone doubting this can try holding a glass of water while
falling asleep. Only a total nut job would want 2 spill a tall
drink of ice cold water all over themselves in a bed. Yet once U
leave your awareness behind 2 this reality here, U do not care. U
do not care if 5 burglars have broken in and R robbing U and R
about 2 rape or even murder U. Now should U awaken and re-tune
into this waking life again, yes, at this point UR reconnected,
and yes, U will instantly begin caring again 2 things pertaining
2U here. So when UR not here, and not nowhere, where RU? Well, I
have said in prior blogs that this is called becoming an
EXPLORATRON. The pure energy that is closer 2 being really “U”,
church goers call it ‘your-soul’, moves all over hyperspace as
the body shuts down. Even when it no longer exists in one part of
hyperspace, it is existing in many others throughout time and
hyperspace, so U never really die and go into some after life. U
always simply R existing astrally, and have many numerous
dream-downs into the lower hyperspace realms. U live in numerous
and countless lives with your one combined total energy, down here
in hyperspace, the 5th dimensional reality controlled totally by
the 6th dimension of mind. Now looking at all of this as ECKANKAR
the religion of light and sound, looks at it, the 2 belief systems
R similar, but differ in some very major ways as well. Their
concept of being coworkers with this powerful god that lays beyond
the ether's, simply is not what is going on. Like all belief
systems/religions, whatever, it always is a man-made design 2
soothe the psyche or ‘soul’ or U or whatever, something that
makes U feel better, more comfortable and cozy, and able 2 face
the reality of reality. The harsh reality is that U exist at zero
dimensional void in total nothingness. Think about it logically, Y
would anything exist or B real? We must create reality, through
powerful illusions called in many human circles, CREATION.
Lawtrons from the 7th dimension create the mind realm below it,
looped into a lower 6th dimension and from there the lower 5th
dimensional hyperspace is also created, yet B4 any of this is
dreamed out and away from the great VOID, the LAWTRON dreams out
onto an ASTRAL-PLANE of reality, and from there, the rest of the
dimensional systems of a more material physicality R then dreamed
down into what we perceive 2B through powerful maya and illusion,
various physical lifetimes in the real waking world, all pure
illusion, nothing but total MAYA. There is no co-working with some
great force, and all of this is so totally nonsensical that it
makes me more angry than jovial in pondering how humans must
suffer and survive 2 a point beyond what any have except 4 me, 2
get woke up and enlightened. Surviving enough hellishness
literally turns the memory-off switch in the Lawn-Mower Man jack
in system so 2 speak, back on, and my switch is indeed, BACK ON,
BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on we will spend time in the
discussion of prior infinities and the mighty void and how
LAWTRONS dream out and away from the void and so much more, but
this opening blog is all about the subject of EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or said otherwise, simply human beings while asleep and
dreaming, in plainer words. U all know that U sometimes seem 2B in
places U know totally well and with people U know also, but things
R always a bit off, somewhat slightly different, and this is all
part of the hyperspace effect. Some say they do not dream, really
they have no waking world recall of their exploratronic supermind.
4 various reasons, we all have different levels of vividness in
recall as exploratrons. We all R indeed exploratrons. The only
time we R not exploratrons, is when we come back into our own
universe and body that matches up, and we become connected again,
PHYSICALLY 2 our own illusion again, and the Vegas Act goes on,
tricking us with our fooled 5 senses in a world that any physical
scientist will tell U directly is really mere waves and particles
and they have no clue how we process this into our waking lives
and have our beingness here on the PHYSICAL PLANE. So I was
visiting another place where I live and all of these characters
were part of it, including Agent Icemachine, as I jokingly am
giving him this name.
My
apologies 2 'Saru'. I had no idea that the slang word 4
private detective was not permitted, nor the slang word 4 loose
women, and I missed one editing of the EF-word, but I deleted the
entry and re-edited and then cut and pasted in the newer version
last night, again, Saru, very sorry. Sometimes in a hurry the word
AS is typed in and might grow an extra “S”, if this is ever
done, it is unintentional, once a terrible miss-hit keystroke
happened that spelled a horrific anti-Semitic name, after-all the
K and the L indeed R next 2 each other on the typewriter, and I
assure U that this was totally unintentional, and I am extremely
sorry that this got by me.
Many
things R going 2B discussed and all about EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND,
the real truth of DREAMING and HYPERSPACE. Remember the simple
rule that there is always a dominant and a recessant personality
within yourself. The dominant is the conscious part of your own
universe in the vast hyperspace or interdimensional virtually
unlimited universes within every upline and downline thought out
of the mind realm or the D-6. When UR awake, UR the dominant, and
many other U’s from hyperspace that R asleep, R DREAMING through
U, and into your weird by their perspective, universe and life
circumstances. All of this is just an opening, we will tear the
heart out of all of this B4 I get through with my blogging, as
now, I am not able 2 leave,
'bah-da-da-da-da–-da-dum'. Do not tell me what I am
imagining please, not now, not 12 years ago, and not ever, thank
U. Now it is nearly five months in the future, and the fucking
system just crashed. It was restored by Open Office's recovery
system. I was trying to add a repeating
phrase to the spelling correction dictionary; and what
happens? The fuckiGN cunt hackers crash the cunt chewing program.
And what was this; but the 1997 song, MC did to let me know, she
knew all about my 1983 song I had done, when she was 13 years old;
called, “GIRL I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”.
How can anyone out here tell me this is some psychotic fucking
cunt delusion? You're all the fuckiGN nut jobs, not fucking me,
YO, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the fucking dirt bag hacker
scumbag mother milf huffers just did the (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK)
on me, but I caught them and repaired it, mother fucking jerk
offs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY NOT GET A TURD CHEWING
FUCKING LIFE, DICK WAD BLOW HARDS??????????????????????? NOW HERE
COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~HACK), AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION,
AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, MISTER MCDOWELL OLD 1972
PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
this led to the 2012 TECHNO-POP PROJECT, and is still
giving me bizarre problems when just being referenced and discussed
with an old blog, up here in late July of twenty mother fucking
fourteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUPER WOW TO THIS SHIT, MISTER MACY
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
WATCH THE DOW JONES FLY UP 500 FUCKING POINTS TODAY TO ALL TINME
RECORD HIOGHS, AFTER THIS INCREDIBLE BULLSHIT ASSAULT ON ME, FOLKS,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!
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FROM
THE ATLANTIC COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR'S WONDERFUL WEBSITE:
Martin Luther King Jr. Commemorative Birthday Celebration
January 18, 2013
THE
LION KING MAT IS TURNED AROUND AGAIN!
JOHN J CROWLEY ,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
Nearby Offender:
Thomas
Giordano »
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
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1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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White
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Male
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Blue
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6'0
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Brown
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205 lbs.
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
Well,
if I had the ESS or power over it, I would own abnd control the
world, and even Queen Oprah would have to bow down before me.
Unfortunately, this is not the case.
So
now we understand the ESS; just what are recurring dreams then?
Anyone wish to take a guess? It is not hard, so just sit down and
think!
My recurring
nightmare school found.
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Atlantic County,
New Jersey
Atlantic County Government Web Site Public Safety |
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Atlantic
County GovernmentDEPARTMENT
OF PUBLIC SAFETY
Youth Detention, Harborfields |
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Harborfields
operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department
of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of
New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice
Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer
Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves
male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting
court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The
facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for
males.
Harborfields
provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for
court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are
consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading
by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much
needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal
responsibility.
Through education
and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure,
the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At
Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the
community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs.
With the use of
effective treatment methods, Harborfields is making a difference
in the lives of youth.
Harborfields
meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for
juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending
court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles
by structuring their day with educational activities.
1. Counseling
Component - Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two
staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling
is provided as needed by staff social workers.
2. Academic
Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by
the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the
expectation that youth will return to the regional public school
or transitional school.
3. Drug and
Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics
Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services
Commission, as needed.
4. Recreation and
Athletics are conducted in the facility gymnasium by the Physical
Education Teacher provided by the Atlantic County Special Services
School District.
5. Sex Education
and Parenting classes are provided by an on-site Program
Specialist.
6. Community
involvement is maintained through special events which include
speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg Harbor,
members of the police department, and people from other walks of
life.
7. In House
Detention Program - The facility manages a 10 slot program which
places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of
parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth
continue in usual community activities pending court appearance.
Upon arrest, a
juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of
detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded
to Harborfields.
Sunday 1:00 PM -
3:00 PM - Family & Friends
Thursday 7:00 PM - 8:00 PM - Parents Only
Visitation
Requirements:
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WOW,
Mister Macy, I AM A LUCKY DUDE to have DIANA!
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anything from
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Jumping
shit puke folks; I am in hell, and I told you this almost three
fuckiGN decades back in time, to several people in a parallel
universe. Hay, at least I know where the fuck I am; do you???????????
How
many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder,
and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of
Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????????? YEAH BUDDY, I LIVE
DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA NOW, LIKE CHIEF (R.E.) HOWARD SOLOMON,
WEEEEEEEEEE!
(Recording
Engineer) AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ON
THE ASTRAL-PLANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES. IN HYPERSPACE, I
AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS, THAT I AM A
ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A PERSECUTED POOR OLD
DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG, THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE
HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE
ILL, WITH ONE OF UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE
SICK DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I
AM NO HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!! All
of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately mother
fucking hard to please people, and get along. All I get for my
trouble is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation, yet
I knew by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was real,
and Jim Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of this,
that day on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful comments
and statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote Gabby from
MC's great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I on the
other hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my miner
years, or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember? Oh well,
in or out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I wrote a
song very late in the year, that was copyrighted early in 1987, and
was titled as the full project, “You Call That Music?”, I admit
to using a little humor about miners and minors, not that all the
gold in the dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for sexual
abuse, and especially repeated abuse victims, am I right lovely
Detective Olivia Benson, and partner Detective Elliot Stabler? And
now I ask, does does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'',
Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?
SORRY,
MY LAST BLOG FUCKED UP THE DAY!!!!
JULY
24, 2014,
EARLY
ON THURSDAY EVENING, AT 6:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 92 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, AND IT FEELS 103,WAY
Too
hot for dancing anyway, Shirley Grantglands!
STILL,
HAPPY 40 YEARS; or in my case, UNHAPPY!
OOPS
TWINBAY, JEEZ!
What,
no jokes allowed?????? Let me go chase my cat up some wild stairs
now, me' gwate fwolks out here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!
UP
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND THEN DOWN JUST A LITTLE OR FLAT, FOR ONE OR
TWO OR EVEN THREE DAYS, AND THEN KA-BONG, RIGHT BACK TO UP AND UP AND
UP, WATCH AND SEE TOMORROW AS IT FLIES UP TO THE ASTRAL FUCKING
HEAVENS AND BEYOND!
I
have been pounced on by TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON enemies from the fuckiGN
transdimensional future since the day I left cunt chewing fuckiGN
high school. That was why I was in no hurry to leave Mister Mackey
back in January of 1973, sir, I remembered this shit from the
previous fuckiGN cosmic cycle. But let me tell you a little bit more
of my story from Dogtown (HELL) and then, see if you can hold back
the tears, Donna Porter and Elliot Hodges!!!!!!!!!! Forget Keisha,
Ida been fucking dead on arrival in some ER at age 15!!!!!!!
'THE
END'; LOVELY LITTLE SAVANT!!!!!!!!
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