Tuesday, November 19, 2019

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IF TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE 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 FUCKING CASINO WORLD AIN'T LAUGHING FOR A SECOND. THIS IS WHY THE STOCK MARKET SHOT UP ON MONDAY THIS WEEK, AFTER A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME ON SUNDAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. EVERY TIME THEY FUCK WITH ME BIG TIME ON A SUNDAY, THE MARKET SHOOTS WAY UP THE FOLLOWING WEEK, AND IT BEGINS ON THE FIRST OPENING MOTHER FUCKING DAY! THEY WOULD HAVE SCORED MUCH HIGHER IF NAUT FOR MY TELLING ALL THE SECRETS RECENTLY IMPARTED, AND ON THIS BLOG, A LOT MORE SHIT IS GONNA' GET FUCKING TOLD ALSO, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME 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!!!!!!!!







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







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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Endless mother fucking ROACHES are impossible to get rid of in my cunt lapping horrible apartment here, in this corrupt Fort Pierce Public Housing system. This shithouse here is more corrupt than Fred Trump's Queens, New York PH junky dives, when the President was growing up. My upstairs cunt lappers were hammering for an hour or more on my mother fucking ceiling back earlier on Sunday morning, with absolutely no respect for the cunt chewing sabbath, and more importantly; I am now doubting what this dude in the fucking elevator said to me about the 707-NABES above me, moving the hell out of here; as what maintenance assholes work on SUNDAY'S for crying out loud, and not FRO, you GASME-GAMER GODS of the HA-HA-WHO Astral-Plane? I said it before and will now take it a little further after a CAP-JOB reiteration, that during the fucking 2001 bad time in America's history, and what we all reference as “NINE-ELEVEN” the day that the Towers fell in NYC; caused me a very wonderful 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 HIGH HELL 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 shoes; oh wonderful SIR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??? I have nothing against anyone or anything, BUTTTTT, I have every goddamn right to DESIRE TO NAUT BE ENDLESSLY AND VICIOUSLY PERSECUTED!









Yes, this is the worst fucking ROACH INFESTATION I HAVE EVER HAD, and no amount of fucking RAID CAN SPRAYING is ridding me of these monstrous evil demonic filthy germy things; oh great and awesome AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, (ACLU) YO,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that, I have endless problems with MY COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, AND FOR THREE STRAIGHT DAYS I HAVE HAD TO CALL THEM FOR SPECIAL HELP TO MAKE MY FUCKING CUNT TV-SERVICE WORK, AS MY PROMPT AND TIMELY PAYMENTS TO THEM ARE SUPPOSED TO GUARANTEE FOR ME, ONLY, HA-HA-HA, AGAIN, FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO ME' FUCKING BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Also, there is a QVC-Channel on the lineup that if they will not show me how to delete and remove, I will switch over to Antenna-TV service, and they will lose my big monthly cable bill that I faithfully fucking pay. I go to watch a channel at least four times every day now, and out of nowhere, it switches to this QVC-3 Channel, and sometimes it is Helen Wheels to get it to go off, even when I go up one or two channels or down one or two channels. This problem is only escalating, Federal Communications Commission (FCC), ACLU, Federal Trade Commission (FTC), Florida State Police, and any other regulatory or Law Enforcement Authority out here within the reach of the words and shout outs for help, from this goddamn mother fucking blog of DOGTOWN!









One thing I have not told about that happened just about a year ago, as the man asked me not to blog it until he said it was all right to do so, NG-ADS; and this is a 'groupation' of people who he called, the “FARLANS”. According to him, these folks for unknown reasons, appear to be behind several wild things. One is the messages in library books, where if anyone in almost any city or town in America and perhaps the entire world for all I know, goes to a local library and starts grabbing books at random and opening them up, they will see strange page-markings. These 'CODE-MARKINGS' as he called them, are along the lines of what my Morianity has called HISTORY MARKERS, and also what the BOM talked about on numerous blog posts for nearly fourteen years now, where as a young kid of fourteen years of age, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, I would run to the boardwalk just south of the Central Pier to the first set of wooden stairs down to the beach, and I would see my pal Ziggy there on the beach and by the Central Pier on his cardboard box that all the locals knew him by; and as I ran down the wooden stairs and onto the beach, I would yell his name, and sometimes add in the word “Hello” or some similar thing. One day on an anti-pollution television commercial that showed lots of pigs on a beach with a loud radio playing and a weather report from it saying that it is hot today, in the nineties, and showing how sloppy these pigs were. There were two commercials that were quite famous in my day that were promoting the “Give a hoot, don't pollute” slogan and advertising this agenda. There was one that showed the pigs, and then there was another one that showed a canoe with a Native American man with a tear in his eye as he was so sad about all the pollution. The one with the pigs however, definitely USED MY VOICE in their commercial, and the voice was in the background but was absolutely audible and clear to anyone listening carefully to the ad-spot. It was ME saying “Ziggy, Ziggy hello”. Now Sir NG-ADS told me that he knew about this and read several of my blogs that discussed this, and he told me that the FARLANS were the ones behind it, and that the agenda of the FARLANS is much more elaborate than merely something political or even financial, and in this new world order system, something in THAT category is just about unfathomable, unmistakable, and stands out in a crowd head and shoulders over anything else surrounding it.
























This entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6 year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a real world, and I am going to be rapping all of this up. I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!















The great thing about computers is that they can do a lot of things much faster than a human. Say you’re looking for a specific word on a web page. Instead of scanning it yourself, all you need to do is press Ctrl+F and type the word you’re looking for. There are mountains of shortcut like this, from pressing Ctrl+S to instantly save the file you’re working on, Ctrl+P to print it out, or Ctrl+T to open a new tab in your web browser. It may seem like more trouble than its worth at first, but after you use a shortcut one or two times, you’ll wonder why you ever did anything with the mouse. Check out our list of six shortcuts everyone should know, as well as our shortcut of the day series for even more tricks.










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You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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SO HOW FUCKING FAIR IS THIS? THEY PERSECUTE ME THE MINUTE THE MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM STOCK MARKET OPENED UP, AND THIS ALLOWED THEM TO GAIN AN ILLEGAL 350 POINTS OR SO, AND THIS IS WHY SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, IT HAS GAINED THIS RIDICULOUS ABSURD RALLY, THAT WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE WITHOUT HURTING ME, AND IS WHY I FULLY INTEND TO SUE WALL STREET SOME DAY, FOR ONE TRILLION MOTHER FUCKING DOLLARS; MISTER PRESIDENT OBAMA, KIND SIR. AND I'LL GET IT TOO.





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Some people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being pummeled and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product of a really rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the star clusters are stacked against them, or some such hocus freaking pocus, and all great Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 39 years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I will quote them, “Mark, damn it, I've been submarined”. The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program doesn't even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to their dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure as Store High In Transport ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey? Maybe because I'm getting used to getting submarined a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think this looks like an upside down boat, anyway. I guess that eighty-sixes my whittle bwog and me trying to be cwever and cwoot, huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!! Enough of this stupid prishy garbage.











Time is very meaningless to a realized-Purgatite. I am indeed what can be labeled as a REALIZED PURGATITE. It could be the year 1745 or 2259. It just does NAUT matter to me, yo peeps!!!!!!!!!! What can I say???



The FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new organization. One day when I was a small child of late single digit age if I am correctly remembering the story told to me by my mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job at the Lavino Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they weren't in contact with each other at the time. She was being completely honest, but as well all know from watching any kind of cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just believe stuff, and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their job. I fully get that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day after a few times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory. She was dating a top general in the United States Army at the time, and were quite bosom close, and planning a possible marriage, until Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went onto take her not that far later on in time. Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fuckiGN world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving, and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to pass onto, other than for a very ungrateful daughter.




Well folks, no one can say that lovely things are not wonderful. Be it nature of heavenly bodies of all types, or a simple sunset or moonrise. Diana's lovely full moon was so gorgeous and terrific last night. 'IWALU' my moon!!!!!



IWALU PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










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The mother fucking (`~HACK) is hitting me, and earlier a lot of both (Word-DISDEE-Hacks) as well as (Space-Bar-Hacks) were mother fucking striking me, FCC and FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED BRO! Now I am getting more MOUSE-JUMP-HACKS as well, SHERIFF MASCARA. This is a real BLACK HAT CUM-PUKE-HER ASSAULT ON ME RECENTLY, YO YO YO YO ME' BRAHHHHHHH!




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The great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK; gee, just what is going on? First, as I stated; I come right out and openly tell that I do not believe that the creators of STAR TREK were totally from here in this universe. I believe that in a parallel universe, doubles (doppelgangers) of them such as Mister Roddenberry, became what Morianity refers to as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. Simply put, the more advanced doubles of the people, who we know here, only as THEM, and not them plus their controlling-double who is asleep physically from their parallel universe and dream-controlling their double here, so that they will do something or not do something, or whatever the case may be, that is behind most if not all 'T3E' activity. So why then does Roddenberry and the Trek Peeps, create not only this show, and all of the great spin off shows and movies that followed? The only possible thing that could hope to answer, is that a huge army of the fifth dimension uses this jack-in gamer simulation we call the cosmos, to play a wild game. Someone wanted me to know about the great PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL. Too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown below, and there are literally dozens more things, that time won't permit me to scratch the surface on, with any one blog; now or ever.





















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Notice also, great folks of Planet Earth of all times and parallel worlds, being scanned from, via Lunsat Distance-Delay, and other technologies, after the string of lunar satellites are orbiting our lovely moon several decades from now; how the great United States Copyright Office, when they put the order of my musical projects together on their web-page, that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!! This infinite being has infinite energy, that isn't even energy as our understanding presently identifies this with, and as I said; this god who has many countless beautiful awesome names, also becomes a personal god to each and all of us. How can it be heaven if this is any other possibility? This is why it is such a dam shame that we mortals of the Earth's waking world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over this beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We cannot ever truly understand her, even when we are with her, and while in hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million Poolroy-95 dudes, all strung together, and clinging to the wall of a pool!!! So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand this in the future where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows, and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966???????????????? Or is he playing a game with not only me with this, but for all I know, with countless others out here who remain in the shadows, or are nuts by now, such as Security Guard Joseph Paget, from Pennsylvania??????????? Many will say it is multiple choice answer 'C', you know, that Mountainpen is just a total fuckiGN crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence that proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story from 1995 through almost 2016, after all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over; and this is just that one time out of that gargantuan number, where it is all just a series of inconceivable coincidences. To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















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A week ago today, I could have CAPPED in the following 2015 blog squib: BEFORE I EVEN GOT UP TODAY AROUND MOTHER FUCKING CUNT ASS NINE THIS DAMN ASS MOUUUUUUURNING, THE MILITUFORCE HAS BEEN MAJOR ASSAULTING ME. I TOOK AN ILLEGAL PHONE CALLER ID ATTACK, MAJOR SKY SIEGE, AND OTHER THINGS, NOT EXCLUDING THIS ALL STARTING OUT IN MOTHER FUCKING HYPERSPACE WHILE ''DREAMING'', WITH THESE MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN BASTARDS FROM SHIT EATING FUCKING HELL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now on this 19 November of 2019 and as we approach the great THANX-2-GIVENS DAY better known as or AKA (Also Known As) Thanksgiving Day; I will tell you that when I gave you the example on recent previous blog concerning the electronic phenomenon of “feedback signal” when a microphone is too closely placed in relation to monitors (speakers), and it makes that horrible loud high pitched squeal, this was like lesson number one in a wild book called by Mountainpen, “The one million lessons of electronic metaphysics”. Let us go straight to LESSON #2, all joking aside. I also opened this up the day with telling my AATS Blogaudians and any others out here, how messing with 'ELECTRONIC REALITY' seems to absolutely have weird consequences, and when we extend this further by adding and mixing in transdimensional effects or said simpler, taking shit from our dream-life, and merging it all into this waking life electronic-metaphysics; has to quote wonderful and awesome Senator Bernie Sanders, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful and absolutely awesome effects here in our waking world. Look, for one quick example, I wanted something to happen while I resided at the Mantua, New Jersey home before moving into the Robin Hill Apartments, #1802 on May 1, 1980, and to make it happen, I created a lot of 'ELECTRONIC REALITY' by using the Keyboards From Petahell system, and before I knew it, POOF, there were my DEMO TUNES, as if Harry Potter himself had knocked on my door one day and said to me, “hey Mark yo, I want to give you a tape”. He then gave it to me, and that was the four demo tunes. I did NAUT just go one day to Maxfield Studio and record them. It all happened, as much more also did, ONLY because of my usage of 'ELECTRONIC REALITY'!!!!!!!!!!!! My black hat fucking hackers are really using the annoying SPACE-BAR-HACK on me, kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR. Like weeeeeee and wow-wow-wow-wow and WO sir Billy H. Imagine all THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these BH-HACKERS used the UNABLE TO MAKE THE DOUBLE LINE-HACK on me, yo!!!!

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I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever that this is totally and verily true blue, lovely Amy Cooley Madonna. What a wild class trip into NYC that was, you and your friend from New Hampshire. Misses young, I do respect women, but back then, I knew things were so fucked up for me that I didn't wanna' involve anyone in my nightmare endless existence from DOGTOWN. I knew then that I had been here for 8,000 years, Mizz Starr, and I shouldn't have ever told Paul that, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT I did, lovely Sally Girl!



















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You need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century, THE TRUMAN STORY and LAWN MOWER MAN-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




WHAT WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DENNIS SNYDER 9 TIMES OVER, “IS JUST REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!! And whether or not it MATTERS, or doesn't MATTER; don't let them touch, huh Cuzz Don, back in August of 2009!!!!!!!!








YOU KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING? IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY. NOW WE ARE ALL DEMANDED AND COMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T NATURAL, AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE GOING NUTS, ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE, RIGHT DOWN TO AMERICA'S GUN VIOLENCE SPREE OF THE PAST 20 YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 16



3:30 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY AFTERNOON

18 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG



















It is nice and cool, and has been for a short while, the only DAMN half good thing around me for a vely vely long time; huh ol' bud Bob Shingle-Tosser McDowell, and future FCC Chairman? I phoned to complain about my COMCAST CABLE SERVICE and am awaiting a call back to see if an error on my TV-BOX has been successfully corrected. I am going to definitely be fucking switching over to some kind of ANTENNA-TV-SERVICE shortly, as this is totally weedeekawuss, lovely Queen Katy P of 1997 Abseacon, across from your Uncle Admiral P's FAA TECH CENTER place!

GOOD OL' NO-JOYSEY!

OUCH, DON'T BEAT UP THE CONGRESSMAN'S ASSISTANT AND ME, LOVELY KATY-QUEEN!













Yesterday afternoon, one of my three box fans just quit. I looked over and poof, nothing, it was on medium setting but the blades were standing still. I turned it off and on again, but IT WAS DEAD. Nothing ever dies mechanically for me, UNLESS IT HAPPENS DURING PERODS OF THE WORST MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACKS UPON ME, and this has been an ongoing reality in me' damn ass life now, ever since this entire nightmare really began taking off like NASA-ROCKETS, back on when else but 08-15-1986? Oh boy, MOM and Uncle Billy!















MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:



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CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:6



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Also, a major leak was observed early yesterday after I first got up. I was too fucked up with other persecutions to even bother blogging about this weird incident, but I'll tell you all now about it, yo yo yo yo yo me' gwate fwolks out here! I keep numerous gallon and half gallon containers filled with water in a lower kitchen cabinet for the hurricane season which now for all intents and purposes has ended for the year of 2019. Still, the one plastic jug, as all the rest of them are made of glass, began to spring a tiny leak at the bottom, and suddenly my entire kitchen floor is wet and needed to be mopped up, on top of all of my other major pains in my prick! Again, do these things EVER EVER EVER occur when I am NAUT UNDER A DEATH ASSAULT? The answer is an absolute and unequivocal NO!!!









AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 15



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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.

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PREDICTED HIGH:----

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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.






































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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











































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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!!!!!!!!!!





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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”!!!!

















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OH I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE FAT BOYS, OR IF THEY'RE BACK, OR BACK IN 1985, OR RAW OLD BUDDY CONG. RA; BUT I DO KNOW THIS. MY LIFE TOTALLY FREAKING STINKS AND SUCKS, CUBED AND CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I promise you, even the late great disco queen Donna Summer, and her friend Babs Streisand, don't have a clue to all the truths behind MEMORIES, merely a dam © on an early eighties tune; lads and lassies! Memories are not really understood by people. Not by them, not by anybody, even Mountainpen. But Mountainpen has gone through some shit that does clue him in just a little more than most on this topic, Mister Mayor, and Tandy Corporation, so WEEEEE 2U&B4I tell more, let me just say 'HEY', huh Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter? W-O-W THAT, RHM!




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MAY 24, 2015,
SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:37,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
DAILY RANGE-----(H-85/L-78).
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Why have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the past four plus decades? There is a reason, and not all of it is nee-nee-nee-nee weird and super mother fuckiGN natural; and I promise you that!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you SHERIFF KJM???







HALLS FAWCES HATE FOLKS KEEPING RECORDS!!!!!!!!!

Memories are all part of the same MIND PROGRAM that is all the stuff all around us. The subject alone here is 100 Encyclopedia Britannica lengths long; I assure you. No one consciously forgets one single thing as long as we are reasonably brain healthy. There are triggers that bring memories back, as we are not tape recorders. However, if you begin to keep a journal on tape as well as listen back to it for 20+ mother ******* years, it will produce an automatic endless trigger, sort of like engaging a ******* switch inside of your brain, that is on full power as far as memorizing your past, so long as it is in the past. As for me, it caused me to have a near perfect recall, other than for ten minutes ago to ten days ago, and when that becomes a new-past, it too will be as if it is etched in mental stone for me. Record your dreams for six months to try and prove me wrong here, and you will get a mind blow, but if you would rather record your life, do that. Then as you go back, your memory consciously, will go BANG, as if you never forgot it. It is not that the conscious ******* mind forgets or even reassigns it to more subconscious regions, as so many had believed for so long. Instead it is a delegation into a land of, ''hay you must trigger me, and then I will pull it up, and until you do, screw it; I will keep it submerged''. That is almost a verbatim of what your conscious minds are saying to you and me, day and night, 24-7-365.2422!!! As for using this kind of TOOL, this, or PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or APE-ICPE, and so many others; the main thing to focus on all of the time is that we need to be wondering just who is really who, and all the time. If something is out of character, and off, and you just know it, for crissake, as PP used to say all the ******* time, YO, “GO WITH YOUR GUT”, sheeeeeeit, dam good ******* advice from my old ex-partner!!!!!!!









''AND THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.






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Life can be so potentially wonderful and amazing. It truly can be a Garden of Eden, and it was, even here physically once, when Pink Goddess Jehovah Krassle and her family decided to take human bodies and love amongst us. This was the Nodian-Experiment, before the Eden bull****. Now we all live in one form of hell or another. This is why it is such a damn *** shame that we mortals of the Earth's waking world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over this beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We cannot ever truly understand her, even when we are with her, and while in hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million Poolroy-95 dudes, all strung together, and clinging to the wall of a pool!!!!! There are trillions of ******* things I wish to discuss. Time of course makes that a total impossibility, huh Kim Beachgirls Disney Teenbitch Wideturns??? Oh Julie, oh oh Julie White, you lovely shark. Are you ever ever ever ever ever going to stop biting my brains out, lovely giant girl. My best to your ******* dad from the Teck-Center, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Admiral, you should see my Roker-Neck of the National Airspace System recently. All posters on YOUTUBE of chemtrail activity; come to ******* FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
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Sheriff, Sheriff, Sheriff, is my life one endless living hell. I wrote a letter to a horrible enemy back when I was twenty years of age. It was a very horrible letter entitled, “Curse On You”. One of the verses went, “Alpha Omega, all the same. You have but only you to blame. And may you always bear the name, of worthless and disgraceful shame. May life and death hold this for you, a living hell, a dead one too. May empty black be all you see, a drifting soul that's never free. A nightmare through eternity”. The great Bruce Allen Pennock, king of the cursor rants of Jersey, from 1973, his mother, Theresa Pennock, begged me not to mail that horrible 'CURSE-LETTER' to this lady who I called Annabelle. But I did it anyway, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir. Patty H. taught me that things are all part of a giant wheel that always sends bad energies back to the sender, in this case, freaking me! “Oh well”, Ann King! Nothing ever changes when you exist in eternal hell. All I have to do is randomly pull up files of prior blogging text. All things fit together, another huge “PATTY-H.-SECRET! Things don't wear out or break or age, and neither do people. All good things and bad things are nothing more than positive and negative spiritual interactions that filter down into lower matter worlds of hyperspace as good **** and bad ****. If one stops to seriously ******* ponder over it long enough, come on for crissake. How can some people just endlessly lose, while others endlessly win, no matter how hard the losers keep trying for an entire mother ******* dirt bag lifetime, such as mother ******* me? I totally know that I was chemtrail-poisoned back while living in 1983 on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. This same **** is used to keep on making me sicker and sicker, until these enemy mother ******* prick eating *****, bury me deep into the **** chewing ground! Silwee Wabbit, Mister Elmer Fwudd, like WHAAAAAAAAA.




Boy are the damn ***hole Russian hackers screwing with my mouse and my P.C., Sheriff. It is 6:23 on this Tuesday morning on 11 September of 2018. Time for me to say night-night, kind folks. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!






































































































Paula, Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old wonderful Aunt Geraldine Snow; wowzer-WOW; how would Doctor Camping of Family Stations Incorporated say it, “MY MY and OH MY”? I believe I have accurately quoted this great religious scholar from days gone by.




Just why do things happen like this, a few are genuinely wondering about. Well, go to Camden County, New Jersey, USA, and find a man named Dave Speas. Looking back on things now, I know he was, and of course he is, an ESS TRAVELER. I enjoyed your great guitar piece over in the park in the eighties on th etele, buddy.


































Adding stuff like love your brother as yourself would apply here, but after that, You may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!



Hay big lovely girl; are you Katharine or Mary Lee? Doesn't life bite and chew?




Hay LIGHTNING, my lovely baby blond!












Jeepers creepers, forget the eyes, forget the G-men, and the golly gash darn doo-doo-doo's of Donna Adrian Gaines, oh great powerful Washington 13-600 Copyright Office. Boy oh boy, let's sit down to a nice friendly 2011 game of poker, no dreams, no cards, no McDonald's Restaurants, no big pretty girl employees from the Harvest. Hey, but them what's left, some may ask? WOW THIS, Mister R. H. M. Let Donnie boy fire all of us!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW YOU!










Now stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!!!!!!!!!


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Thank the gods for a little bit of logical thinking in this ocean of puke called the Earth Planet. I haven't even opened the door up one percent on transdimensional hyperspace, STM, memory of both machine mind and biological mind, and zillions of other things. I will say this much right now. I knew that joining the Haddonwood Health Club, back on 21 June, in 1994, as well as that powerful 'dreaming-interaction', shortly thereafter causing a major military stalking presence, even on a major overcast day, while driving to the club that day in October; had as much significant weight as those two statements made by the great almighty SSJKK in the summertime of 1969, on 10-SC Avenue, Atlantic City, NJ-USA. But a statement made by a lady named Paula Uwich, a couple years after this; I see now in perfect clearly reflected hindsight, was a million times more powerful, yet I can only paraphrase it and cannot quote it. She told me I would remember meeting her and having her help me find Sarah, for the rest of forever. She was god dam fucking correct!









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Let me close down and try to sleep a while before the horrendous MILITUFORCE sends me over to Sheriff Mascara's office later today, at his MIDWAY ROAD FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, OFFICE. Here he comes, little girl at the Haddonwood non-Pool-roy POOL, and yessir, HERE I COME, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!









Inductatherm of New Jersey is owned by one of the great BILLIONAIRE WORLD OWNERS, AS ALL SUPER WEALTHY PEEPS ARE 'WO' AS CLASSIFIED IN THE MORIANITY BLOGS. But all rapped up in the dirty nasty secrets of zillions of hush-hush hushed up dogshit, is the day at Cifaloglio when SOMEONE OR SOMETHING absolutely wanted me to see a particular news section in a people oriented magazine. Then came a day when three Mexican ILLEGALS began screwing with me one night, humming loudly at my guardhouse, before Delmo Cifaloglio took it away from the security guards. I went out and asked them what they were doing, and one of them asked me the same question that Bob Camden Licorice Plant Halloween Gillerlain Schleigh asked me when he also heard something playing in my GUARD-STATION at the MAFCO-Parking lot one night back in 1980. Oh boy, they know I'm dead ass close to spilling some really Bernie Sanders “HUUUUUUUGE” BEANS NOW, as every possible mother fucking CUM-PUKE-HER HACK is being given to me, every single one listed a while back was just done to me, SHERIFF. We all know I am going to get to it all, and without any help from TONY-LOUDSPEAKERS, Mortino Fast Erase Systems, Copyrighted Queries, Scary yellow pieces of paper, or DEMOS getting in the way. It has to all be told, and goddamn it, despite any pain caused to family or others, IT WILL BE MOTHER FUCKING TOLD, YO YO YO YO YO, so Stay-C fucking tuned, great Blogaudians yo!!!!!! All fucking shit IN COSMOS IS CONNECTED, and even Albert Einstein knew it yet didn't understand it, calling it “Spooky Fawces”!

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






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