AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 15
1:22
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
MONDAY MORNING
18
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY,
NOVEMBER 18, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:6
N.M.
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IT
IS VERY COOL TODAY, AND SUPER MOTHER FUCKING
BOTBAR, SO WHO CARES ABOUT THE REST OF THE 'DAMN' WEATHER
REPORT, SENATOR??????????????
YES
THE NEWS PEEPS SAID THIS IS A REAL RECORD BREAKER COOL SNAP FOR THIS
DATE IN THIS AREA OF THE GLOBE. WEEEEE!
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----11-18-2019
TIME----1:29 A.M.
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
TUESDAY'S
'STS' WILL BE CLOSE TO 8th R.S.
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 THIS MONSTROUS
ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS ENTIRE AUTUMN OF 2019, AND EARLY
THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, WITH NEVER ENDING MAJOR CABLE TV AND
UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR NUKE-TRIAD NABES DOOR SLAMMING AND NOISE
ASSAULT, DEATH HEALTH SONIC POISON BEAMS ASSAULT, AND MAJOR OFF THE
SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, INCLUDING WHOEVER SCREWED WITH ME AND TRIED
TO STOP ME FROM POSTING UP A PRIOR BLOG; THAT IS ALL A PART OF 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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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES,
MORNING
LIGHTS,
AND
BRUCE
ALAN PENNOCK TAPE RECORDERS
TIME
FOR THE REST OF THE STORY, MISTER PAUL RADIOMAN HARVEY, AND
ALL OTHER ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORIST
BLOGAUDIANS, AND ANY OTHER NON-AATS
PEEPS OUT HERE, THAT JUST MAY BE REMOTELY
INTELESTED, HUH, NON-DICK-IN-THE-MOUTH NAME-CALLER BOB MCDOWELL, ME
OLD PAL FROM THE GREAT FUCKING ALMIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS FOOLEY-COOLEY
HIGH HELL HALL, OF ANY AND ALL MUSTACHE
TWIRLERS 'EVERYWHERE', ALL AROUND THIS MOTHER FUCKING TURD
CHEWING EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO: Folks,
the goddamn MILITUFORCE has asked for this, and
now, BOOM, THEY'LL FUCKING GET IT! Ol' Recording Artist 'Sir
Rufus' told us all in his great and somewhat weird 1973 or 1974 hit
song, “Tell me something good”. Okay mister Latengrate John
Happy-J King, and Sir R.A. Rufus, I WILL NOW FUCKING DO EXACTLY THAT,
ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, Mister Mike Soft
Hellwrecker-Spellchecker, me' ol' BROADCASTING-BRO as well, since
thisssssssssssssss indeed needs to finally be TOLD
AND BROADCASTED. WEEEEEEEE!
You
have to mother fucking admit, world, that the Mountainpen has given
the MILITUFORCE every cunt huffing chance, and they just pushed me
and called me' ol' cock sucking bluff, again, and again, and again,
and AGAIN, so here we go © Office and all NON U. S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE
PEEPS OUT HERE WHO HAVE BEEN DYING FOR ME TO REALLY TELL IT ALL AND
TELL IT TRUE; ALL THE WAY TO MIZZ SANDY DEE'S
GRAVE AS WELL AS TO HER LITTLE DOCTOR. OH TAMMY,
OH-OH-NON-DONNA-TAMMY!!!!! HA-HA-HA UGLY BITCH JANE; YOU MISSED ME!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
AND WOW; “Yes Page 12 of
12-Pageviews by operating systems” prompt on my right side
of the computer monitor-screen, Jane Fonda missed me with her cunt
lapping evil demonic page eleven of eleven, NAUT SPELLED OUT OF
COURSE, SO TEE-HEE-FUCKING CUNT EATING HEE-HE-HE-HAW, AND MELY MELY
CLISSMAS COOLEY ANGELS FROM ALL NON-JAY-JAY
EVANS SCHOOLS ALL OVER THE DAMN 'JOINT', HUH MISTER STEVE
CROOKED FUCKING ROTTEN WINN OF LAS VEGAS?????????? CALL MOUNTAINPEN
THE 'OTHER ELEPHANT' IF YOU WISH TO, MISTER BLIND-PHONY, WHO NEVER
WENT BLIND AT ALL, YA' BIG SISSY; AS I DO NAUT EVER FORGET ANYTHING.
NOT WHEN SHIT LIKE THIS WAS DONE TO ME ALL THESE CUNT EATING FUCKING
ASS DECADES WITHOUT ANY LET UP, OR RELIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to refresh your memories, since you are not elephants, yo;
here is how I opened up my
last blog, that now will be continued
onward, once this cap job is placed into this new blog. This
retaliatory blog
will discuss more major fucking dogshit about several interrelated
topics from absolute mother fucking DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO:
One
will be the $500,000,000.00 SECRET.
Another will be the extremely twisted fucking logic that appears to
somehow all intertwine with my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force
that Morianity jokingly refers to since about 2012 or so, as “HALLS
FAWCES”,
and has fully explained why as well, on many blogs. Still and yet
another topic will be how the MILITUFORCE
appears to endlessly do shit to me that causes me this endless
vacillation and query into just exactly who is behind it all and just
precisely why, and
what the motive and goals are. Finally, the topic of my
HORRIBLE FUCKING ATCO, NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS CHOKING IN 1983,
AND HOW MANY PSYCHIC VISIONS SEEM TO BE ALL TIED UP IN ALL THIS SHIT
TOGETHER, AND ENDED UP SAVED BY ONE OF AMERICA'S GREATEST SYSTEMS AND
INSTITUTIONS, THE GREAT UNITED STATES © OFFICE AND LIBRARY OF THE
CONGRESS. I am not going to fully get into it all, as that will take
countless dozens of blogs just to put any small dent into
thisssssssssss hellishness that endlessly surrounds the nightmares of
the mountainpen, AKA (ME) fro crying fucking out loud, yo
BROADCASTING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel fucking compelled to begin with
my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force.
I
have told how in 1983, and before the mysterious choking problem
began in the middle of the first week in June; how I would be talking
with Jim Burr over the telephone, and discussing this very fucking
nightmarish dogshit, and how as much as he appeared to be in with
Satan, and the devil, and how HE (Apollo-Lucifer) gets into the lives
of certain people for reasons that no mortal truly understands and
has a vague connection with the LORD (SAR) Jesus Christ, he never
believed an ultimate concept that I threw back up at him. This was
that I somehow was coming to realize that all of the shit that this
Astral-Plane
GOD-Entity and his FAWCES
were doing with me, and in my life, and of course NOW I also see the
major SATANIC connections with
the occult and lovely PATRICIA
H. H. HOLLISTER;
but that in the so-called BIBLICAL
CHRISTIAN END-TIMES,
Apollo-Lucifer
(THE DEVIL)
and his ANGELS/Demonic fawces of darkness (ASTRAL-PLANE HIGH ENERGY
ENTITIES CONNECTED WITH THE EVIL BRIGGBASE AND LAMBRIGG CULT), that
this being will need to 'transfer
some of these duties'
and objectives relating to the utter and complete destruction and
obliteration of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, to other
worldly powers and people,
such as my
distant CUZZ DONNIE BOY, and his evil ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTED FRIENDS
AND CRONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz
Erica Snakes 1983-AMC, mahm;
was in my humble opinion at least, a vely vely vely non-Bob McDowell
“HUUUUUUUUUUUGE” deal that was going on in real time back then in
1983, that had tentacles stretching into Atlantic City, New York
City, Washington, DC-13-600, and all the way back into the PURGATORY
(Astral-Plane) itself, AKA the Plancktime, by the CERN LABS and
inventors of the COLLIDER or (Particle Accelerator
Tunnels)!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, some of this very fucking cunt
annoying MAJOR NOISE seems to also be coming from up above me, so
this is a full blown NUKE-TRIAD NABE ASSAULT, as earlier around just
past seven and after the major cable freeze ups and utility assault
all went fucking cunt down; along came the across the hallway ILLEGAL
COUSINS bullshit with endless fucking annoying doors that went on an
hour, waking the mother fucking dead if that were possible without
DDLTT (Distant Delay Laser Trace Technology), or to put that another
way, Mizz New Jersey OLIVIA BEEGEE mahm yo, LIFE EDITING/SPLICING,
that seemed to fucking major ass fascinate the DONALD so much decades
ago while I was in my SARAH-SEARCH-MODE of unfathomable
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all merely an
opening foundation, and it will most definitely be continued as more
blogs follow onward and DOWNWARD, as the word 'upward' really does
NAUT apply to the Mountainpen, NAUT FUCKING EVER, YO ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now to open up just a wee
fucking ass bit further, the 500 MEGA-SECRET deal, me' kind
BLOGAUDIANS OF THE AATS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
same ASTRAL FAWCES that are part of a technology that Mountainpen's
Morianity calls and labels DDLTT, using LIFE-EDITING on a true cosmic
level since WE ALL IN PHYSICAL LIFE ARE RIDING THE PHOTON-WAVE OF
REALITY, and just ask any good physicist if I am NAUT correct here in
saying that, Mizz AT&T BLAKE; but they also play with another
powerful technology that appears to fascinate the GREAT ALMIGHTY
DONALD ALSO, and that being the KEYBOARDS
FROM
PETAHELL
TECH, also a name that morianity has given to this quite unpleasant
part of TRUTH in all of its embodiment, and IPYT folks. 'KFP'
is no joking matter, as it involves not only the physical-plane
technology of such things like sound-samplers, musical computers and
modern-era-keyboards, vocoder machines, and other similar devices;
BUTTERCHEESE and yes Mike Soft, a BIG ASS BUTT and but, it also is
part of what the spiritual and psychic world peeps call and label in
many cases as “THE
DREAM-WORLD”.
I of course cannot concentrate today with this horrible fucking TRUMP
NOISE ASSAULT ON ME THIS SUNDAY,
so all of this will be later explored in much greater alacrity,
detail, and elaborated elucidation, by the Mountainpen! Still, you
can all see from merely this tiny teeny wee tidbit of information
provided on this blog today and now, that things will REALLY BE
HEATING UP, and most likely even sending this entire mess by next
Tuesday afternoon, smack fucking ass dab into the FINAL
8th
RED STAR ZONE
on the great SECRETS-THERMONETER-SCALE!!!!!!!
I begged this MILITUFORCE to not push me this far, and they refused
to mother fucking cunt comply, so WOW is next week going to be the
ultimate bruiser for a whole cunt huffing lot of people out here. To
quote a dude who truly knows just who is really is, Mister
CHESTER-FRANK, YO, YO YO YO YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
Bruce
Pennock
was in the same classes with myself as well as the future
FCC-Chairman, Bob McDowell, at the great COOLEY-HALL.
One day while in Misses young's class in-between lessons in what
might be thought of as a break but not a full blown outdoor recess,
Bruce pulled out a small portable cassette tape recorder, the same
type that later on at the very final months of that year, 1972, I too
would be bringing in my portable recorder, battery operated as well
as AC-Power. He showed me how the speed of the tape could be altered
to make the voice really wild and deep sounding when the machine is
played back without the little additional effect, which was a cut off
end of an empty pen that fit exactly the size of the recorder's
spindle that the tape had to travel around. By placing it there, the
machine seemed to record a tad bit faster. When I went home, I began
playing with this same thing with my recorder and a piece that I cut
from one of my pens on my desk in that famous by now bedroom at the
great ass ILLUSTRIOUS
DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS
OF OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, ON
OAKLAND AVENUE,
in-between the White Horse Pike, and the rail-road tracks, on Newton
Avenue; “OLIVIA” wild-river-death-dreams! I created a
make-believe character who I named Shorty. Only Shorty then, no last
name given at that time. Still, we had some really wild
conversations, just as so many ones that my distant CUZZ-DONNIE had
with numerous media sources that he too shortly thereafter would
contact, alter his voice a little bit, and give a phony name, and
everyone in the DAMN MEDIA, Senator Sanders Sir, knows that
this story is NO PHONY BALLOON HOAX WHATSOEVER.
It made the news during his run for the office of President, and of
course, Mister
Trump
totally denied it and said, “That
doesn't even sound like me”.
Well of course it doesn't, not when we alter that sound with numerous
possible effects, called EFX in the sound-trade, or at least was
called this in my day working at the RPL Sound Studio Laboratories of
Camden, New Jersey, in the second half of 1979 through middle March
of 1981. Also, as we age, our throat larynx slows down and nobody
sounds the same because our voices endlessly get lower in pitch every
decade by some degree, and some people more than others, as the speed
of this natural effect is not the same with everybody. Tied up in all
of the shit I am telling you now, is the elaborate complex junk that
followed immediately all over the world after I began doing this, and
having more fake conversations, and making all kinds of wild new
voices. Now
without vanishing into the morning mist with Rod Serling and lovely
Victoria, on that fantastic “Twilight Zone” television show;
I will tell you that at that time in the early and middle
nineteen-seventies, I absolutely swear and affirm under Goddess SSJKK
and national legal citizenship, that I
never saw any 'THE TWILIGHT ZONE' television shows yet.
The very first one that I ever watched was while living at the
Carriage Lamp later turned into the New York Apartments and still
other names following that, back in the summer time in the
bicentennial year of 1976. After several months went by and the
summer school break had ended and I was back at the COOLEY-HALL after
Labor Day in 1972, I had my own machine with me, and told a kid by
the name of Mike Slewinski which I may or naut be spelling his name
accurately; that both of the voices in that taped conversation
belonged to me, and he laughed and refused to believe me. I should
have bet him five bucks but instead, I said to him during lunch
break, “I'll turn this tape over to the 'B' flip side where nothing
has been recorded on it, and I will put my little pen-piece onto the
spindle and you can say anything you want to and I'll prove to you
that this is real”. I forgot what he said, some dorky thing that I
never would have possibly guessed so that I wouldn't be able to
cheat, and then I removed the little gadget from the machine after he
spoke his words into the built in condenser mike. Suddenly his own
voice came back like some monster huge mafia hit man thug and saying
what he just spoke, and he couldn't believe it. His reaction was
major and he almost freaked out. Because of that, I went home and
invented a brand new fake character, and yes, you all guess his name,
it was Mike Slewinski. Later on came Benny, Corporal Boil, Professor
Ted Jackson of Florida State University, and still others that no one
needs to know about, at least naut right at this exact time. But it
was naut until I was living in a home that I purchased in Mantua, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, where I took a large dog that I had adopted when it
came up to my guard station one night in Camden, New Jersey at the
Jefferson Street Licorice Plant called McAndrews & Forbes; and
moved into on 15 October of 1979 while working at the recording
studio on the weekdays and the licorice plant as a security guard on
the weekends, where one day I took the dog, Roseann, named of course
after teenager Mizz Delaney of Park Avenue in Westmont; for a walk in
some deep woods. While there, I found an entire junkyard of shit that
someone had dumped with all manner of electronic stuff. I would go
back there upon several other occasions also, and eventually had
collected many things for me to begin tinkering with in my spare
time, which wasn't too much since I was working about 65 hours
weekly. With this junk, I had put together a really weird contraption
that I named, “Keyboards From Petahell”, and had even managed to
stick the total junky looking thing into a wooded crate that hid the
ugly mess for the most part except for the keyboard area later added
into this thing after I had moved into 1802 Robin Hill the following
spring time, and also purchased lots of very expensive stereo
apparatus. When all was said and done, my apartment looked like a
fucking damn recording studio, but it was tidy andneat and the messy
junky weird contraption was encased in a wooden crate that I polished
and varnished and made to look as good as anything we may see done on
home improvement projects aired on that marvelous
HGTV-CABLE-TV-CHANNEL by any of those dudes and duddesses that book
airtime on it. I began to enjoy messing around with numerous things
that even recording studios of those days simply were unable to do,
and once in 1984, while on the telephone with the © Office, I was
told by an examiner that they were very interested in my sound
equipment. One day I learned that I cold actually take a tape,
cassette or open reel, distort it with major over-sound
(sonic-saturation) as it's called in the bizz; and REMOVE IT. This
tech to this very day, to the best of me' knowledge folks; just is
NAUT AVAILABLE. I also learned that I was able to record any
frequency from the lowest low to the highest high by using the BRUCE
PENNOCK SPEED TRICK, only of course, now we are talking about a much
more elaborate bunch of electronic technology. But when Howard
Solomon the Chief Recording Engineer at my RPL job, Mister Howard
Solomon, redid the mix on my four song-demos, that were done at the
Maxfield Studio, on Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry Hill, by mister Jan
Rotten-engineer Nace; he made it come alive with some really cool
tricks that I was completely unaware of since I was naut a musician
nor an actual Sound-engineer at RPL, and was hired as a
Tape-duplicator on the Night-shift there, late in July of 1979. After
Howard told me how some of these sonic miracles were actually
performed at the studio I was working at, quietly without bosses
founding out of course; I realized that I could apply the shit that I
had put together and do some really far out mother fucking shit, that
even today, with the best digital samplers, vocoders, studio
sound-EFX machines, and music-computers with the greatest software
programs available as of the date of this blog today; CANNOT BE DONE.
There is still no available program to sample a square-wave of sound
or noise or music or voice, turn it into a 'MUSIDIGICODE' as I called
it back in the summer time in the year 1980, and then be able to take
music sheets and turn them into what I called “Carbosonics” short
for carbon-copy-sonics or sound, and then have a song come out
sounding any way that you want it to. Now without musical training or
special talent outside of writing basic musical compositions, I was
not able to do anything really truly Earth-shattering with this
stuff, nor did I trust anyone ever with my ultimate machines. Just as
I was about to trust someone, the great Musical Arranger Mister Tom
Glenn, the dude who arranged my four demos as well as did the guitar
work and arrangement on my “LOIS-FOCA” SONG; he blew my mind with
that 'fagot' bullshit, and upset me badly, BECAUSE I AM NO FAGOT, and
no one loves women more than I do, and THAT, IPY
evweebwuddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there was another dude who told me
that I needed to somehow patent my seemingly-magical-process of
getting rid of sonic distortion on saturated tape recordings. Again,
I was already being major ripped off with my music, and not just with
the BEEGEE shit and my LOST LOVE arrangement, but other songs too,
and I also began noticing that many of my ideas were just stolen
endlessly, and without ever giving me one tiny mother fuckign iota of
consideration or recognition, as if I don't even exist and am just
here to be hurt and fucking endlessly tormented and screwed. Now at
the end of October in 1980, five and a half months after I had sent
my 4-DEMO-TUNES to the illustrious COPYRIGHT © OFFICE, I
was told
after I had purchased a brand new 1980 Dual Turntable (record player)
for those kids today that are a hundred fucking percent clueless as
Kim Wilde, by
the RPL Printer
and one of my Coworkers there, Mister
Mike Walters,
after telling him that I had spent 300 dollars on this machine and
didn't have a record collection, and was 'clueless' to why I would
waste my $$$$$$ when I have no records to speak of, that
on my lunch break, I can go upstairs to the studio attic and take a
bunch of 33 ALBUM records that lay in a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE pile in a
cardboard box near a wall by a large pipe.
The reason was that the very next day, these records were going to be
disposed of and tossed into the dumpster, gone forever. He went onto
also tell me that fact. Looking back now in hindsight, I do not know
what made me buy that fucking 300 dollar expensive turntable, why I
mentioned this to Mike Walters at all, and then as I have blogged
several times now about, why that asshole pulled out in front of my
car that following morning near my 1802 apartment, and caused me to
have the pile of records all rearranged in some weird new order, and
NAUT some NEW WORLD ORDER, but still, many things did come as a
result of these wild incidents that were all nothing short of major
divine providence when combined together. Before this all went down,
nobody cared about stars when they were children, music stars or
movie stars. Now, anything from sports to entertainment or anything
at all, after all of this went down magically and absolutely
'unexplainably', fans want to know what their fave stars ate for
fucking dinner back on their ninth goddamn birthday for crissake. All
of this is totally tied together, and fuck the English-Grammar, as
the word in italics above is made up, and IT FITS, and so I AM GOING
TO FUCKING USE IT AND BE DAMNED TO ANYONE WHO SAYS THAT I FUCKING
CAN'T, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fuckign enemy MILITUFORCE dirtballs
HATE THIS BLOG, and are trying to use that old
(Word-Disappearing-Hack) on me. Now in that pile of records, and
we're talking about eighty or ninety or so, most of which never were
even listened to by me; were those two life changing 33 ALBUMS, the
Carpenter one and the Donna Gaines one. The United States Copyright
Office has a small bit from these musical recordings, as I made good
and fucking damn ass sure that I had some of my story SAVED where
even the Wright Patterson & Area-51 MILITUFORCE boys couldn't
make it go away, as if they do, I will be able to get an attorney or
I'll go into court as my own litigant defendant, and sue for a
billion bucks, as I paid several hundred dollars for my copyrights,
and I fully expect them to be someday retrievable. Now even all of
thisssssssssssssssssssssssss, is by no means the full story behind
KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it all fits into my four demo tunes,
two sung by Congressman Andrews or Future Congressman, and two by the
mysterious Donna Patterson, and then following all of that by a third
of a century out into the PHOTON-PROJECTION (future), the remade
GITYA SONG from 1983 in my Atco days after leaving the 1802 robin
Hill apartment where a lot of this was 'foundationaly' relevant to a
whole lot more than was ever obvious while going down in real time.
Again, I need to make up a word because it fucking fits, and I don't
give two shits, Mister Speas, if it is goddamn naut grammatically
correct, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, that
remade 1983 song called “GITYA” or Girl I'll Tell you Anything,
done over at the Bonjovi joint called Avalon Recording Studio back in
2013,
after I had rewritten it back in the previous year of 2012, after
a transdimensional experience with my daughter AGAIN;
this time at some weird PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL BLEACHERS.
Every last whittle mother fucking tidbit of information here folks,
IS ALL A BUNCH OF PERFECTLY FITTING DOTS. I am an elephant folks. I
DO NAUT FORGET THINGS!!!!!!!!!!
FOLKS;
THIS JUST OPENS UP ALL THIS KFP SHIT, MISTER AL JOLSON!
END
TRANSMISSION.
TOPICS
UPCOMING IN NEAR FUTURE 'BOM':
How
the transdimensional TSE is involved in the KFP
(towel-seepage-effect) (keyboards from petahell) in more ways than
just using songs in dreams recorded through electronic processes but
also HOW
REAL WAKING LIFE then is even further effected in HUUUUUUGE ways,
that just cannot be even remotely humanly fathomed,
almost in the exact same ass manner, that placing a microphone close
to a loudspeaker will endlessly cause an electronic signal loop, that
we all hear as that horrendous loud high pitched feedback. Also, how
ESS spirit-travelers are obviously taking advantage of this
technology and using it magically and totally covertly in the most
incredible stealthy operations in the history of of any society and
its government control over their populations.
Also,
we will be going into great lengths and details regarding a powerful
groupation of Earthly WOMO-FAWCES and their human branch-down locales
and ops such as Mary Carter Paint Company, and the mighty
Inductotherm of New Jersey and its fantastic Keyboards From Petahell
totally connected ($500,000,000.00-SECRET)!!!!
I will even tie in the co-ed Mizz K. J. McAllister from 1997, as well
as why when I was “taken back in time in my spirit, SAINT JOHN”,
to 1968 and to my HTHS HIGH SCHOOL, and told my classmates who I
encountered there in that PARALELL WORLD REALITY (universe), that “I
came from the year 1996”, and NAUT
1997.
All of this is major, and absolutely fucking inconceivably connected
up, and NONE
OF THIS IS SOME SICKO PSYCHO DELUSION!!!!
As I said, THEY'RE GONNA
BE REAL
FUCKING SAHWEE,
'STAR
TREK'
CHAWEE,
as a lot of peeps are gonna' do more than just “GO
AWAY”!!!!
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 14
12:54
POST
MERIDIAN
EARLY
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
17
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SUNDAY,
NOVEMBER 17, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 5:6
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.
IT
IS VERY COOL TODAY, AND SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, SO WHO CARES
ABOUT THE REST OF THE 'DAMN' WEATHER REPORT, SENATOR??????????????
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----11-17-2019
TIME----12:56 P.M.
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Of Mountainpen)
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PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE
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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 NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT ON THIS 17th
DAY OF NOVEMBER OF 2019;
WITH MAJOR CABLE TV AND
UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR NUKE-TRIAD NABES DOOR SLAMMING AND NOISE ASSAULT
SINCE 7 THIS FUCKING MORNING, AND MAJOR OFF THE SCALE COMPUTER
HACKING, INCLUDING WHOEVER SCREWED WITH ME, AND TRIED TO STOP ME FROM
POSTING UP THE PREVIOUS BLOG AROUND HALF FOUR THIS DICK EATING
MORNING,AND ALL A PART OF 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.
I
DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT IS COMING FROM EXACTLY, BUT I BELIEVE MY
ANNOYING CULPRIT THIS MORNING SINCE JUST PAST MOTHER FUCKING SEVEN OF
THE CUNT CHEWING CLOCK, IS NEXT DOOR AT THE 605 COSTRUCTION COMPANY.
I AM HEARING ALL KONDS OF LOUD HUMS LIKE PROFESSIONAL VACUUM CLEANERS
AS WELL AS CONSTANT LOUD DOORS. ALSO, I PHONED THE COMCAST CABLE
AROUND HALF PAST FIVE OR SO AND WAS TOLD BY A RECORDING SYSTEM THAT
THEY ARE WORKING ON SHIT {(*'A-G-A-I-N'*)} IN MY DAMN AREA CAUSING MY
PROBLEMS, PERHAPS EVEN WHY THE ERROR AND FREEZING HAPPENED ON THE
BLOGGER SITE, BUT I CANNOT KNOW THAT FOR SURE. ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT
I AM MOTHER FUCKING TAKING IT ON ALL SIDES AND THIS SUNDAY HAS BEEN A
SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE BOTBAR ASSAULT ON A POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC
HELPLESS ELDERLY VICTIM, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND GODDAMN
SIR!
AS
WITH EVERY SINGLE BAD WEEK FOR DONALD JOHN TRUMP; HE USES MAJOR
ASSAULT ON DISTANT CUZZ MARK, (ME), TO GET HIS WAY, AND TURN FUCKING
SHIT AROUND FOR HIM THE FOLLOWING WEEK. THIS WORKS FOR
HIM, AND IT ALWAYS HAS SINCE HE BEGAN TO USE IT ON ME, AFTER I DARED
TO USE THIS SAME PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY ON MY ROULETTE GAME
PLAYING AT HIS CASTLE CASINO, IN THE SUMMER OF 1986!!!!!!!!! THERE
IS NOTHING AT ALL NEW GOING ON IN THIS MISERABLE ENDLESS FUCKING
HELL, THAT MORIANITY KNOWS IN FULL ASTRAL-PLANE TRUTH, AS
“DOGTOWN”!!!!!!!!
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2 many people have 2 much control and power, and 2 many have been scared or paid, or threatened off, as I know how being efen threatened feels. Both 2 days ago and ten years ago, it's no fun, it's hell, and this is why the scumbag Lamists thrive on these tactics of intimidation. Many Lamists are not Earth chaptered, U could B one and not even know that U R.
As 2 anyone dumb enough 2 think for a second, that I am one bit concerned for your crummy city down there in East Jersey by the sea, you R so brutally mistaken, it is pathetic. Mr. M, I am not after your rotten stuck up wife, and you can have my ex coke head, non-super girl friend, ms. Helen Z. She is all yours, she is a sugar daddy, as R most all women.
I do not care about any of U, and plan 2 move far away from all of U sick monstrous twisted people. U can all burn in fiery H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!
About Me
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace,
with awareness
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FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
This
retaliatory blog
will discuss more fucking dogshit about several interrelated topics
from absolute mother fucking DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO:
One
will be the $500,000,000.00 SECRET.
Another will be the extremely twisted fucking logic that appears to
somehow all intertwine with my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force
that Morianity jokingly refers to since about 2012 or so, as “HALLS
FAWCES”,
and has fully explained why as well, on many blogs. Still and yet
another topic will be how the MILITUFORCE
appears to endlessly do shit to me that causes me this endless
vacillation and query into just exactly who is behind it all and just
precisely why,
and what the motive and goals are. Finally, the topic of my
HORRIBLE FUCKING ATCO, NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS CHOKING IN 1983,
AND HOW MANY PSYCHIC VISIONS SEEM TO BE ALL TIED UP IN ALL THIS SHIT
TOGETHER, AND ENDED UP SAVED BY ONE OF AMERICA'S GREATEST SYSTEMS AND
INSTITUTIONS, THE GREAT UNITED STATES © OFFICE AND LIBRARY OF THE
CONGRESS. I am not going to fully get into it all, as that will take
countless dozens of blogs just to put any small dent into
thisssssssssss hellishness that endlessly surrounds the nightmares of
the mountainpen, AKA (ME) fro crying fucking out loud, yo
BROADCASTING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel fucking compelled to begin with
my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force. I
have told how in 1983, and before the mysterious choking problem
began in the middle of the first week in June; how I would be talking
with Jim Burr over the telephone, and discussing this very fucking
nightmarish dogshit, and how as much as he appeared to be in with
Satan, and the devil, and how HE (Apollo-Lucifer) gets into the lives
of certain people for reasons that no mortal truly understands and
has a vague connection with the LORD (SAR) Jesus Christ, he never
believed an ultimate concept that I threw back up at him. This was
that I somehow was coming to realize that all of the shit that this
Astral-Plane
GOD-Entity and his FAWCES
were doing with me, and in my life, and of course NOW I also see the
major SATANIC connections with
the occult and lovely PATRICIA
H. H. HOLLISTER;
but that in the so-called BIBLICAL CHRISTIAN END-TIMES,
Apollo-Lucifer (THE DEVIL) and his ANGELS/Demonic fawces of darkness
(ASTRAL-PLANE HIGH ENERGY ENTITIES CONNECTED WITH THE EVIL BRIGGBASE
AND LAMBRIGG CULT), this being will need to transfer some of these
duties and objectives relating to the utter and complete destruction
and obliteration of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, to
other worldly powers and people, such as my distant CUZZ DONNIE BOY,
and his evil ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTED FRIENDS AND
CRONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Snakes
1983-AMC, mahm; was in my humble opinion at least, a vely vely vely
non-Bob McDowell “HUUUUUUUUUUUGE” deal that was going on in real
time back then in 1983, that had tentacles stretching into Atlantic
City, New York City, Washington, DC-13-600, and all the way back into
the PURGATORY (Astral-Plane) itself, AKA the Plancktime, by the CERN
LABS and inventors of the COLLIDER or (Particle Accelerator
Tunnels)!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, some of this very fucking cunt
annoying MAJOR NOISE seems to also be coming from up above me, so
this is a full blown NUKE-TRIAD NABE ASSAULT, as earlier around just
past seven and after the major cable freeze ups and utility assault
all went fucking cunt down; along came the across the hallway ILLEGAL
COUSINS bullshit with endless fucking annoying doors that went on an
hour, waking the mother fucking dead if that were possible without
DDLTT (Distant Delay Laser Trace Technology), or to put that another
way, Mizz New Jersey OLIVIA BEEGEE mahm yo, LIFE EDITING/SPLICING,
that seemed to fucking major ass fascinate the DONALD so much decades
ago while I was in my SARAH-SEARCH-MODE of unfathomable
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all merely an
opening foundation, and it will most definitely be continued as more
blogs follow onward and DOWNWARD, as the word 'upward' really does
NAUT apply to the Mountainpen, NAUT FUCKING EVER, YO ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now to open up just a wee
fucking ass bit further, the 500 MEGA-SECRET deal, me' kind
BLOGAUDIANS OF THE AATS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
same ASTRAL FAWCES that are part of a technology that Mountainpen's
Morianity calls and labels DDLTT, using LIFE-EDITING on a true cosmic
level since WE ALL IN PHYSICAL LIFE ARE RIDING THE PHOTON-WAVE OF
REALITY, and just ask any good physicist if I am NAUT correct here in
saying that, Mizz AT&T BLAKE; but they also play with another
powerful technology that appears to fascinate the GREAT ALMIGHTY
DONALD ALSO, and that being the KEYBOARDS
FROM
PETAHELL
TECH, also a name that morianity has given to this quite unpleasant
part of TRUTH in all of its embodiment, and IPYT folks. 'KFP'
is no joking matter, as it involves not only the physical-plane
technology of such things like sound-samplers, musical computers and
modern-era-keyboards, vocoder machines, and other similar devices;
BUTTERCHEESE and yes Mike Soft, a BIG ASS BUTT and but, it also is
part of what the spiritual and psychic world peeps call and label in
many cases as “THE
DREAM-WORLD”.
I of course cannot concentrate today with this horrible fucking TRUMP
NOISE ASSAULT ON ME THIS SUNDAY,
so all of this will be later explored in much greater alacrity,
detail, and elaborated elucidation, by the Mountainpen! Still, you
can all see from merely this tiny teeny wee tidbit of information
provided on this blog today and now, that things will REALLY BE
HEATING UP, and most likely even sending this entire mess by next
Tuesday afternoon, smack fucking ass dab into the FINAL
8th
RED STAR ZONE
on the great SECRETS-THERMONETER-SCALE!!!!!!!
I begged this MILITUFORCE to not push me this far, and they refused
to mother fucking cunt comply, so WOW is next week going to be the
ultimate bruiser for a whole cunt huffing lot of people out here. To
quote a dude who truly knows just who is really is, Mister
CHESTER-FRANK, YO, YO YO YO YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone
can join, and the
price is ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FREE.
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
MY
LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:
On
Blogger since January 2006
NEW
JERSEY BLOGS---2006-2011
FLORIDA
BLOGS---2010-2019
TO
ALL OLIVIA'S AND HOLLISTER'S 'EVERYWHERE':
New
blog from December of 2011
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
**********On
Blogger since January 2006
Counts
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM
THIS
IS THE WORST FUCKING ELDER ABUSE AND DEATH SIEGE ON ME SHERIFF
MASCARA IN THE ENTIRE TIME THAT I HAVE LIVED IN YOUR HORRIBLE DAMN
COUNTY!!!
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
I just took a
huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway
of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now
around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort
Pierce PEEDEE!
This
UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking
cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY
FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN
VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL
FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was
DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and
inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered
popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister
Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get
NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND
LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm
fat and ugly as shit squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy
better food; if you assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more
readily available; thank you very much, BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Here
is what got fucked with, and hacked; and your guess is as good as
mine, as to why this exact fucking shit was hacked.
GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.
1:39
AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013
Yes
peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID,
SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the
fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????
WELL
IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT
FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO WASH YOUR
HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I'll tell you why the car stereo was screwed with, as if you need to
know; only a powerful as usual, unnatural pile of fucking shit, is
all a part of this story. You see peeps, I fell into a light nap type
of sleep before actually going to sleep last night, and ''dreamed''
that I was quizzing GAGA KITTY, and drew an 8 card, followed by a 3
card, for a ROOT GAWNUM #83. Half an hour later, after being awake
again, I did ask why this was done to me after I had just driven out
of Mikey's driveway, and then made that right turn northbound,
heading for home back last early Sunday evening. You guessed it good
people out here, I drew an 8 card, and then I drew a 3 card, for
a PCN-835. LIKE WOW, OPRAH WINFREY 'OWNER'!!!
Well,
are you ready to hear some of my MATCH-BOOK LIST ITEMS for PCN-835,
because if you are not in a good healthy strong constitution; I
suggest sitting down if you are not, and if you are not at the top of
your game when reading this, and just might faint too easily; then
come back to this later, when you feel up to it. Folks these things
would include:
QUESTION,
PARTICLE, ALAN WOLF, LOST LOVE, DAUGHTER, COMPUTER, TRASH CAN,
MUNSTERS, MURDERER, THOUSAND, AUGUST TWO NINETEEN NINETY SIX, MY
DAUGHTER IS GETTING HER REVENGE WITH ME.
I
have no rights, fellow fucking citizens. I am literally
not allowed to breathe, and will be major ass fucking punished for
doing so, until I stop doing it all together. That is a total fucking
no-brainer, for me, for you; for anyone with an intelligence of a
third of a dam ass dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing changes from China's I-CHING to
America's Evil Trumped Empire. It never ever mother fuckign
changes at all, and merely keeps going on and on and on, right Jim
Burr? It just continues and continues and continues, and with
or without any strobing carriage lamps in Jersey, or NY!
Then
they succeed in their game of obfuscation. That is if I am dumb
enough to allow these dim witted mother fuckers to get to me! Also,
nothing around any holiday time, can make any real sense. Initially,
the M-2-F seemed to not care about their
own lives and families on holidays, and this topic has been
thoroughly discussed on many past blogs in my Morianity. Still, there
are double blind and even triple blind bluff experts in professional
poker, so why not 'Corbomite me', Captain William Shatner Kirk, with
one of those? To quote quite perfectly, my father, and Dawn-Marie
King; SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!! As
I fucking speak-type at 8:06 Post Meridian, my right side is being
passed by Morty Mortino Dirtbags Incorporated, the great and powerful
Angel of Death! Two DA's that nobody wants to start trouble with, huh
folks?
There
is Tom Reale the chill-mo, and then there is just the CHILL of
Alaska. WOW, give me the latter one, pweeeeeeeze, people!
SKI
THE HACK, & YOU MEAN 'THE LIFE HACK' OF THE HUNTINGTON'S!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, Mom, and Mommy Dearest.
Later
on, we can get to how the venetian blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE
WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, and NOW is the later on from
the past. Screw people; I need my own record, and this blog makes a
great new age fucking cunt way of keeping one!
I
can literally talk for weeks on end straight, and not begin to cover
this whole nineties thing with SARAH KRASSLE,
how it began at middle decade, how my book ''THE
PERMISSION BARRIER''
fits into it, and a zillion fucking zillion other things too.
But let's go to Pearl Harbor day in 1996, about
two years and one month give or take a week or so, from the time I
sent my book to the Copyright Office, TPB, on Halloween Day of 1994.
This is the time that I was beyond being totally beside myself and
bonkers nuts even for me. I tried desperately hard to locate this
girl who just had to be there, after-all, I was right there, and so
was she, and the world told me they never knew her. Well, you know,
that sounds like our wonderful GOD. Remember that scripture that
basically says that if we deny GOD and its plan of salvation or game,
that JESUS or GOD jacked into its game, will say back to us after we
die and face eternity, “Depart from me, I never knew you”?????????
It's in your bibles, and if you can't find it, ask your fucking
pastor in church next week; and he or she will show it to
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
mother fuckiGN annoying nabes are making loud banging sounds and
annoying me to fucking death. Just a few minutes before I began this
blog, that loud fuckiGN jerk off scum ball on the motorcycle went by,
and made every dog in this part of town start barking. Then a few
minutes later, a loud door banged on my floor here. Are you out here
anywhere, Sheriff Mascara, old friend? I saw you on the news a couple
days back. I am very happy to see you enjoying the holiday over at
the PHA place.
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn, on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck,
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''You'll Be Crossing Over'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. HALLS FAWCES HACKED ME'
MIND BACK IN 2013, MORE THAN SIX YEARS AGO, MAKING ME TYPE IN
THE OTHER SONG FROM THE “DREAM-WORLD” CALLED, 'WSMT'. This is
when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have
been Mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and
as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing,
suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set
and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle,
Sarah Kessle”. In any event, where can we even begin with
all of this horrible nightmare shit, Sheriff sir; after these
monsters took away my entire life, child and adult, ruined my entire
mother fuckiGN education, threw me into an institution at ten years
of age, for doing nothing at all wrong or criminal, the great and now
defunct NJNPI, in Princeton, New Jersey, USA, sir; killed my mother
late in 1997, killed my best and only adult friend Dave Roth in March
of 2002, and I could type on and on and on; as if you could care in
the least, kind sir; you and Prosecutor Ron Worthless Wirtz!!! As I
said sir, this is why people eventually fuckiGN snap, and do shit
like the Colorado deal, and on and on and on and on! Now, the old
trustworthy Milituforce Word-Disappearing mother fuckiGN hack was
just used on me illegally, in total violation
of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally born free and legal
citizen of this rotten nation, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is 64 degrees at half past eight on this Sunday evening, 29 November,
in 2015. Tuesday begins the final 12th month of the year,
good old December; where we have my birthday on Friday, Pearl Harbor
Day a week from tomorrow or two Monday's ahead on now, and of course,
three weeks following my birthday, as it does every year, comes the
one and only GAP Christmas Day. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
And
no one gives a mother fuckiGN rats ass about why those venetian
blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into
my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK
GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me,
not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you
lovely teen-queen.
MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
WOW MOOMY DEAEST!
AND
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF WE PLEASE, TWINBAY.
Sunday,
December 6, 2015
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo; I
will never totally know,
so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a
larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box;
great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I
must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding
+++POSITIVELY+++ to terrorism,
and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist ever could,
with all their dam weapons and horror!!!!!!!!!! Let
me take this statement from two blogs back, and expound on it, in
light of our new topic with lighthouse-nightmares, given t me by the
quintessential and ultimate ''dream weaver'', the great LORDESS,
translated of course to SAR-AH! I do not know how so many people love
horror shows, and they do, even when they can relate to horror in
their own personal lives; but here is a little bit of shit straight
off of the newsy's morning truck; wonderful folks, including
Mister Miracle Man Macy-34??!!!!!
Diva
Shania,
and her colorful non dreamed
city of major song rip offs,
merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to
many truths and secrets, about both music,
and its
interaction with Mountainpen
(me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the
government, and its agencies, always side with the big superstar
people, the big
giant moguls
of the business world, the top
folks on the ladder rungs
that are nearest to the fucking cirrus clouds, and this
no way excludes the mighty and wonderful GAP United States Library Of
Congress Copyright Office,
and what they did to me in the late summer time in 1980, in favor of
Marcy
Levy and Robin Gibb,
of the great world famous superstar Gibb Brothers BEEGEE
music assholes; and their theft of my pal Tom Glenn's arrangement, on
my LOST
LOVE SONG!
Yes sir/ yes ma'am, the great and powerful (GAP) ©
OFFICE, always sides with the big wigs; and screws shit up, and even
alters documents TO
FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY FUCKING CUNT CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful
organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts
on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and
fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at
Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to
quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's
the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam
mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won't
bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fuckign
ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people
who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote
Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I
cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO
were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature;
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my
blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great
washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a
summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic
City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
great Paula Uwich and Braxton Sisters; you tried to tell me, and I
thought all of you were fuckiGN ass nuts back in 1998. Like
WOW, RHM!
Aunt
Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about
anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur
Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a
dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway. Hang in there,
Cousin Alice, or better said perhaps, all WAYV radio stations of the
great Atlantic City, New Jersey, Sir Noose Basement Arthur!
JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!! Holy mailbox destruction, Arthur Crane
and all Arthur's all over the place; what fucking next, if I can
quote, without the bad language, the wonderful JUJU. My
mom also told me about that same thing on that truck thirteen years
later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me he was about
late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35 to me,
when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of 1983.
This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on
television that I saw, so dam often on my blogs, from 1988, called,
“UFO-THE
COVER UP”,
on WPIX,
New York City, TV,
YO!!!! Jesus Christmas Trees at Cooley, THAT
WAS THE EQUATION
all along; right Nurse
Chapel,
Doctor
Roger Corby,
and Gene
Allberries Roddenberry,
of Blucranville, of all great Incollingo's Grocery Store cup cakes,
with transdimensional ingredients???????? And so exactly why didn't
the hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me
that day for not having proper identification, during that attempted
murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran
Mysteries.
I'll bet you all a million dollars, that super
talented and wonder Mariah Carey
knows
a lot more than she will ever tell!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Every
mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or
will go on making on this wide world web system is totally true and
accurate, and can be backed up by anybody with the fucking desire to
GOOGLE around and find it all out for themselves, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Good old cunt sniffing Jane Thistleweeds just struck me at page
eleven of eleven, and I was positive this page had turned to fucking
twelve. I don't know how this miserable fucking bitch sucking whore
from 1993's baseball park, in Atlanta fucking ass Georgia, manages to
pull this shit off over and over; and she
will indeed be the dick licking fucking death of me, YO YO YO YO YO
BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM
REALE IN JULY OF 1970
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS,
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT,
AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND VELY POWERFUL
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
(ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM;
SHERIFF KJM SIR!
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Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch
of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have
no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all
of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David.
If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just
allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to
fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the
one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these
paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in
the making sense department, and I'll be the fucking first dude at
the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!
When
I needed to use that memory however, I brought it back into my
surface mental consciousness, over at Tom Chillmo's home, in
Ventnor, New Jersey, in 1970, as discussed on prior early
Morianity blogging from the first two years of it, in 2006 and
2007. ''Remember'' that little squib, folks? I a able due to
powerful meditation and self-mind-control, to forget just about
all of the jury verdict decisions on the great television show,
''Law & Order''. Without doing that, even though I can
practically recite the entire show line by line and be able to
play the parts myself without hardly studying up at all, I still
am able to block-out the very end part, and without that, watching
these repeats would become a lot more boring and dull, fantastic
as these shows all are. Let me add in this additional part of
information. Controlling the mind is a powerful weapon that has
helped me survive a monstrous fiendish horrific hell with devilish
forces and demonic folks, for a very very mother fucking long
time, roughly around four and a half dam ass decades, and that's
some stretch, people, YO! Many other monster ass folks want to use
my techniques to control others. This I would never think to do,
although as stated, thinking in other people's voice sound, is
indeed a deadly weapon. I no of very few defenses against it.
Christians pray when this demonic oppression comes upon them, to
go by their ideas. How successful this all is is not for me to
say. I only speak for myself, and as mister Pedersen would tell
me, that is a great way to keep your teeth for a longer time. He's
fuckiGN right, YO!
For
right now, I do want to prove that I am not just a crackpot kuke.
I said I want to, but if HALLS FAWCES won't permit it, then there
is not a whole lot I can do about the dam situation, kind folks.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
I
said it before, and I am not ashamed to tell this over and over
and over again!!!!!!!!!
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
Oh
those lovely moons from the great charter school of Port Saint
Lucie. W---O---W!!!
This
is back again, Federal
Bureau of Investigation,
meaning that just maybe, I will get to see these gorgeous magical
moons, once in a dam while, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I too have learned
through these three decades of total hell, kind FBI; to do
profiling, statistical analysis, and much more.
You
guys and gals ain't the only one who the good Lord handed out
brains to, YO!!!!!!! Please give my best to Agent Steve Caruso, of
Austin, Texas, USA, BRO! TANKS!!!!
FOR
MORE CONTINUED BLOG PASTES,
GO
TO, 'NOTES
TO MYSELF, PAGE
5'
This
is how I keep my pages of pastes; folks.
THINGS
HAVE BECOME REAL MOTHER FUCKIGN BAD FOR ME AGAIN, SHERIFF MASCARA
SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the
PARALLEL EVENT, is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES
BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK
MARKET will turn around now, and soar up 5 thousand points,
despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this
shit works, and I should. It has been going on ever since I
FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER,
BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986.
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
MOTHER FUCKING LIFE IS ONE HUGE DAM
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BOTBAR=Bottom
Of The
Barrel Already
Rated!!!!
Already
rated, fucked, screwed, and porked, CUBAN CUBED, lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 13
1:47
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
SUNDAY MORNING
17
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SUNDAY,
NOVEMBER 17, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 5:6
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----11-19-2019
TIME----1:52 A.M.
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, FLORIDA-USA; MY COMCAST
CABLE FUCKING SERVICE HAS BEEN ACTING UP, AND NOT PROPERLY OPERATING.
FOR A WEEK NOW, IT IS FREEZING AND ACTING SCREWED UP, AND EACH DAY
SEEMS TO BE WORSE;AND THIS WEEKEND, IT IS REALLY BAD, AND I NEED TO
KEEP UNPLUGGING THE ENTIRE SYSTEM AND REBOOTING IT, TIME AFTER
FUCKING CUNT TIME JUST TO WATCH MY NORMAL TELEVISION; KIND SIR. EVERY
MOTHER FUCKING TIME THAT DONALD TRUMP HAS AN EXTRA BAD WEEK
POLITICALLY, HE TAKES IT OUT ON ME ON THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND, AS HE IS
DOING NOW WITH THIS UTILITY SHIT, NORMALLY FUCKING UP MY
ENTERTAINMENT AND MY CABLE SYSTEM, AND THIS HAS GONE ON FOR DECADES
NOW. HE EVEN ADMITS THAT IF HE IS NAUT REELECTED, OR HE IS IMPEACHED,
AND THIS IS BEING BROADCASTED ALL OVER THE ENTIRE MEDIA; THAT THE
STOCK MARKET WILL TOTALLY CRASH; AND HE IS RIGHT. HE IS THE ONE
PERSON WHO SAYS THIS UPON OCCASION, AND HE IS RIGHT. HE SHOULD KNOW
IT TOO, AS IT IS HE WHO IS PUTTING IT UP DECADE IN AND DECADE OUT,
SINCE THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT NIGHTMARE MESS ALL BEGAN AGAINST ME,
AND SO DID THIS INCREDIBLE NEARLY FOUR DECADES LONG ABSURD BULL
MARKET. HE IS THE ONE WHO USES THIS MOTHER FUCKING 'ICPE-APE-TECH',
AND HE KNOWS JUST HOW REAL IT IS THAT IF HE FAILS AND I EVER HAVE ANY
HOPE OF VINDICATION, THIS WILL RESULT IN A REAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE,
SINCE THIS ENTIRE THING IS A GIGANTIC FUCKING PARALLEL EVENT OF
ME-UP, AND THE EVIL
EMPIRE-DOWN, AND ME-DOWN, AND THE
EVIL EMPIRE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!! LAUGH ALL YOU
WANT TO ANYONE OUT HERE, BUT THE MOTHER FUCKIGN CASINO WORLD AIN'T
LAUGHING FOR A SECOND, AS THEY KNOW THAT APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT CAN
DEFEAT EVEN THEIR WORLD FAMOUS FOR CENTURIES GAME OF “ROULETTE”,
SHOULD THIS TECHNOLOGY BE PROPERLY APPLID, AS DID I FOR HALF A YEAR
BEFORE STARTING TO GAMBLE AND BECOME RECKLESS WITH IT, AND THEN LOST
AT HIS CASTLE CASINO IN LATE OCTOBER OF 1986, ALTERING MY LIFE
FOREVER AND EVER, AND JUST AS THE SONG GOES THAT I WROTE ABOUT, AND
JUST AS THE UNITED STATES OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS © KNOWS FULLY AND
COMPLETELY ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT SEEM TO POST MY BLOG
UP TO BLOGGER DOT COM SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND AM BACK ON MY WORD
DOCUMENT CONTINUING THIS BLOG NOW. EITHER THERE IS A MAJOR PROBLEM
THIS MORNING WITH THE ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT INTERNET IN THIS PART OF
THE WORKLD, OR ELSE I AM BEING MAJOR PERSONALLY FUCKING ASSAULTED BY
TRUMP AND HIS DENOMIC TEAM FROM HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT ON THIS 17th
DAY OF NOVEMBER OF 2019;
WITH MAJOR CABLE TV AND
UTILITY SIEGE, AND MAJOR OFF THE SCALE COMPUTER HACKING INCLUDING
WHOEVER IS STOPPING ME FROM POSTING UP THIS BLOG THIS MORNING, 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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BACK
THE OTHER DAY,
I
was viewing the 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
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
ANY
PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE
CLAIMANT, AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON RECEIVING NOTICE TO DO SO.
During
the fucking 2001 bad time in America's history, and what we all
reference as “NINE-ELEVEN” the day that the Towers in NYC
fell; caused me a very nice three week MAJOR
MILITUFORCE BACK OFF. So what exactly am I to think as far
as who is doing all of this to me since I cunt lapping left the
illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY H. H. HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY at
the end of January of 1973???????? just what would you be thinking
about all of this if you were me and standing in my dick licking
shoes, wonderful SIR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO???
ORIGINAL
BLOG'S
END TRANSMISSION.
I
AM SEEMINGLY NOT ABLE TO POST MY BLOG UP, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USAESMWG IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY
CIVIL LIBERTIES, AND MAJOR DEATH ASSAULT FROM GOOD OLD DIRTBAG DONALD
TRUMP. SO WHAT ELSE IS NEW. THIS IS A VERY MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR, SIR,
AND IS ALSO A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I cannot post tonight and some BLACK HAT HACK has struck me, yo
Sheriff, I will be at your office bright and early on Monday morning
at Midway Road, in Fort Pierce, Florida. THAT you can totally believe
because I know my damn rights, and they are NAUT
LEGALLY PERMITTED TO SHUT ME UP AS AN AMERICAL CITIZEN WITH RIGHTS OF
FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION AND SPEECH, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO,
AND AS I SPEAK NOW, I AM GETTING A MAJOR FUCKING DEATH ANGEL ATTACK
ON MY LEFT SIDE, AT 2:32 THIS MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
1 Comments:
YOU TELL'M BROTHER, YOU FREGGIN' TELL'M, YO! I did, and now it is Halloween of 2019, like it matters.