CHAPTER
20
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW
8:41
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
24
NOVEMBER, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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two straight fucking Sundays now, these turds above me in unit #707
are moving furniture and banging around, starting early in the damn
morning, SHERIFF. Oh well, what I can I say, and what can I 'DAMN'
do? I have no power to write bills or laws, but I will tell you one
thing. If either Senator Sanders or Senator Warren can get elected
next year, this nation has a chance to slowly heal and become TRULY
MARVELOUS AND GREAT IN THIS CENTURY. Otherwise, you cannot even
imagine how fucking horrible that shit around us is gonna' be, yo,
and THAT, IPY evweebwuddy!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
have become progressively fucking worse in my life over the past days
and years, since 1995, after my very short break in 1994
on what THEN I referred to as my 3rd “PITSY”
YEAR; shortened and abbreviated from “Port
In The Storm” YEAR, as my first was 1969,
and my second was 1980. The next
predicted one on my mathematical damn scale was 2011, which MAJOR let
me 'downloaderChrome' and LET ME DOWN, Sir
Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe NAUT totally and completely; but
it was NAUT by any stretch, the 'fothermucking' break that I was
hoping for, oh wonderful and great peeps out here, and all followers
of the 'BOM'! Dave Roth would refer to the balance of shit in our
lives back in time, similarly to a bookkeeper using black and red ink
on his or her ledger book. When in the red, he called it periods of
red ink or “life threatening”. When in the black, he called it
periods of black ink or “NAUT life threatening”, and to quote the
mighty Colorado resident who moved to Jersey sometime in the
nineteen-sixties, Mister John Henningsen, “It's just that simple”!
As
for the one and only classmate at the one and only Cooley H. H. Hall,
Mister Bruce Alan Pennock, my twin on the JERSEY CRACKPOT INTERNET
PAGE sponsored by the internet radio, WFMU; and yes, part of the
KFP-STM situation without one single little bit of doubt whatsoever;
I have only ever so slightly opened up the subject of how the
HALLS-FAWCES USED HIM in 1972, with the motive and goal of covertly
bringing me into a complex astrally strategic situation that involves
what I later named and termed, Electronic-Metaphysics, and then that
all led as they absolutely knew that it would, to my bringing the
Phase-4-Entity (P4E) to life physically in this waking human world
here on this Earth-Planet, by the name of Shorty MacInvondi, who we
now all over this planet know as President #45, Sir Donald John
Trump. The little cut-piece plastic pen device that was used on a
small portable cassertte tape recording machine to alter the speed
while either in play mode or record mode, was the entire deal, as
this went onto lead things into unfathomable dimensions that humans
are totally unable to conceive of in their wildest fantasies and
imaginings. I have no intentions of getting real specific until the
time comes where I need to use this incredible informational
ammunition, since these HALLS-FAWCES who become the MILITUFORCE to a
large degree on the human plane, DO NAUT LIKE THESE FORBIDDEN TALES
TOLD TO ANY PUBLIC GATHERING, and praise the GODDESS, my blog
recently has grown a little bit, and how long it will grow or to what
proportion is anybody's BEST 'GUESTS' GUESS, in or out of the area of
GASME GAMES, unproven or proven, or for that matter, TWO-TOW,
USE-SUE, PORVE-PROVE, and a lovely moon of Jupiter as well, along
with magical typewriter inventors who seemingly also are all rapped
up in all of this, yes Erica, in all of thisssssssssssssss, and I
speak of the moon IO. SO A GREAT BIG HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Yes
my blogs told how Tahren was busted for drugs in Delaware, and it
told about how coworkers at the RPL Sound Studio believed me to be
totally “HAUNTED”, and it told many other things such as Phyllis
the Donna Summer twin, the book called, “The Permission Barrier”,
the song in that book by Dawnie Terra called 'Pink sky Love', the
kill off of my mother and my pal Dave that all happened almost scene
by scene several years out into the photon projection, and it told
about the giant Williamstown policeman as well as how I would change
the tape speeds after Bruce showed me how to do it originally back in
the year of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ 1972, and it even got
specific on a few early Jersey blog entries concerning that. I told
how I would take two portable tape machines and endlessly make
certain things run faster and faster and faster, such as the great
folksinger-Songwriter, Mizz Melanie Safka of Queens, New York who
became a Jersey girl, and who hat that great hit song out in the
middle autumn of 1971 called, “Brand New Key”. That was the song
that I used in my endlessly varispeed experiments, only what followed
at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in 1980 and the year after that, took
this very basic speed altering trick to brand new incredible
dimensions, and those words can be taken quite literally, as all
things pertain to the constant as Einstein called it, or the Velocity
of the Photon (light). When we record a tape, or when we did back in
those great awesome days of analogue recordings, a speed was used,
and this was a factory-set normal speed, both on cassette recording
as well as 8-track, open reel, and you name it. Once Howard Solomon
at the RPL Studio, made that really rotten mix-down of my
4-'DELMO-TUNES that were done by Jan Nace at his Maxfield Studio, a
whole lot better, I began learning just how he did a lot of things,
and as I stated, I had put together in those times, a wild device
that I came to very quietly refer to, as “Keyboards From Petahell”.
Long story made extremely short and abridged for now, since I am
truly saving the greater details for the upcoming week when I
absolutely know that the MILITUFORCE will strike me hard sooner or
later as this has been an ongoing hellishness that has surrounded me
now since August 15, 1986, and then, I PLAN TO REALLY BRING THE STS
UP TO ITS MAXIMUM RATING STAR NUMBER 8 RED! For now however, cassette
tapes run normally at one and seven eighths inches per second. Once I
learned how to no longer lose sound on very low or very high
frequencies by incorporating technical complex electronic doodads
attached to the recording machines, I was able to also create with
varying electrical currents and transformers purchased at a local
hobby shop in my area, along with one very large electrical motor
needed for making another machine go extremely fast, while the other
one went extremely slow, the ratio between them was in the range one
to one billion or so, and when we record sounds that turn into
electrical signals that approach the speed of light, magical things
happen, huh beautiful awesome Queen of the Fascitar, Mizz Patricia
Bitethroat Hollister Howard? The BLACK HAT HACKERS HATE THIS INFO
GOING OUT, and of course as predicted Sheriff Ken Mascara sir,are
using their HACK THREATS ON ME, ONE AFTER ANOTHER. Hey sir, WEIN,
SOSO, SSDD??????????
The
human brain is nothing more than a connection, electrically, in a
triune circuit of itself, its north-pole interaction, and its
south-pole interaction. Forget religion for one damn ass minute
peeps. The polarity of this cosmos ARE THE FAWCES. Hold any two
magnets near to each other and within their power-field of gauss
energy measured in 'mega-gaussousteoids',
or however it is correctly spelled, as this is
incorrectly spelled and 'Mike Soft' is totally worthless and refuses
to help me spell it. Google up magnets and fool with it until you get
the info and see that the mountainpen ain't making this shit up, yo,
but hold these magnets to the point where you can feel the pull
either towards each other or away from each other, depending on if
you position the like poles or the opposite poles at each other. This
is the force of good and evil, only it becomes fucking personalized
and seemingly human-connected, once we become carbon based human
beings. This is simply written in the Lawtronic Program of all
things. The brain works because it has electrical energy coursing
through it. It is basically a bunch of worthless goo unless there is
electricity running around in it. Once you show no current whatsoever
in your brain, you are BRAIN-DEAD, or just plain DEAD, physically on
the human temporal realm of life that is. But while we physically
live, our brain has three connections. It is our own collection of
physically connected reality through our five sensory systems, and it
also picks up interrupted currents from both polarities in the
magical unknown truths of the energetic intellect, that lays forever
hidden in 'electricity'. Put way more simply, we are us, ourselves,
but we also endlessly get messages from both the good as well as the
bad FAWCES on this Physical Plane of human life. All the magic of
everything is in the number '3', and this is also why all things are
in threes, and we see this again and again when a famous person dies,
and we hear it on the news, and then every single time, two more
famous people follow suit and die. You are NAUT imagining any of
these things people, but only young children know that morianity
tells the truth to all the hidden magic of the subatomic worlds and
the endless forces and energies that make even that system up from
zero dimensional reality. Once we get to somewhere between age ten
and age fourteen, we just refuse to see that magical shit is what is
really real, and we begin an adult life of absolute lies and self
delusions. I know, as I HAVE SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
FUNNIEST JETTIES IN THE WORLD CAN BE COMPARED TO THE MOST FRIGHTENING
STAIRCASES IN THE WORLD, BECAUSE ALL DOTS NOT ONLY CONNECT,
BUTTERCHEESE, AND YES BIG ASS BUTT BUT, THINGS CANNOT HELP FIT
PERFECTLY INTO COSMIC PATTERNS, ONLY THE 'DAMN' TRICK IS ASKING THE
RIGHT QUESTIONS; JUST AS DETECTIVE
BOBBY GOREN TELLS
US TO DO ON HIS FANTASTIC TELEVISION SHOW, 'LAW AND ORDER, CRIMINAL
INTENT'. HE
SAVED MY LIFE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE
ALSO, WHEN HIS FELLOW PARTNER WANTED TO “DRILL
ME FULL OF HOLES”.
THE
GODS ONLY KNOW WHAT MY DOPPELGANGER DID IN THAT ALTERNATE REALITY,
TO MAKE STABLER WEANT TO SHOOT ME ALL UP, YO. I REMEMBER THAT
HORRENDOUS NIGHTMARE INTERACTION LIKE IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT AND NOT
SEVERAL YEARS BACK, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!! Here comes Morty
fothermucking Mortino the DEATH-ANGEL,
annoying me and passing my
right side at 10:07
this morning, and also, for the past five minutes or so, I
am hearing that goddessdamn ass beep-beep-beep back fucking hoe.
Who works on a cunt chewing SUNDAY;
Sheriff Mascara,
kind sir????????????????????????
So
when the FAWCES decide to fuck with me as they have done continuously
for precisely one
third of a century to the day,
in three more weeks week; since 15 August in 1986, exactly 33 and one
third years ago; in this UNFATHOMABLE ENDLESS DEATH SIEGE that would
have KILLED ANYONE ELSE WHO IS NAUT A
“GENERATIONAL-CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON”, they receive a connected
electrical signal in their human brain system to do a particular
thing to me, be it a noisy neighbor, a road construction crew, a car
stereo blaster, a phone persecutor, a boss or coworker or landlord
making trouble for me without good cause, or any of zillions of
potential fothermucking things involving countless inconceivable
peeps who endlessly surround my proximity while I am forced to
physically live as the mountainpen; and this connection is what my
Morianity has labeled, half in jest and fun, and half in all dead ass
fucking seriousness yo, “TELLOSIAN
MIND CONTROL”.
If anyone out here can ever disprove Mountainpen's Morianity, go
right ahead and fucking totally feel free to try, yo me'
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Tom
Glenn the great musical arranger who went onto do many great things
with his talents, even for the wonderful National Football League,
whom our great leader is determined to stick his nose so endlessly
into their bizz. But me pernt, Mister
Bunkerqueens sir is THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I wrote a nice
whittle tune about two months after I had written my first song as a
teenager, and this first one was, “That's The
Way It Goes”, and this second one that was written in middle
July, after Misses Kinsel had evicted me for shouting out curse words
and many complaints had come in, but that tune was called, “Burn
With Fire”. I wrote the goddamn song
hoping that Patty would sing it for me someday. She
never did, but that's the way it goes, I guess, pun intended.
So when the musical arranger, Mister Glenn, was over at my
apartment, #1802 Robin Hill, that day early in the year of 1981; he
was convinced that I was a cock sucking fagot, because the song
lyrics were written for a female vocalist. Many songs are
specifically written for a male or a female artist/vocalist to do,
and I was not by any stretch, the first person on this miserable ass
Earth-Planet, to do so, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! But still,
he was convinced, and he let me know it. I could harp on and on with
all of these four items, but how about we just move it along and say
the brief basic stuff on each one, so we don't end up typing-reading
a hundred ass stupid pages of details that won't really matter to a
fucking soul by next week, yo? The second item here of these four, is
about the great disco diva, Mizz Donna Summer. Back as a teenager
when she was Donna Adrian Gaines, she went to Munich, Germany, and
she did a wild musical project that no one ever knew about, and no,
it wasn't very good, but anyone should have known it was her, and
yet, everyone told me, no Mark, it isn't her. BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT MISTER FUCKING MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER, I knew
what I knew, and I was proven right, back in 1995,
early in the year, by the world famous cable television channel,
“Arts and Entertainment” Channel,
now and for quite some time, just known as “A&E”.
Lots of
fantastic COP-SHOWS
are also on that great station, since just about all
the other stations removed these wonderful cop-shows. My
new absolute fave is of course, A&E's super great show,
“LIVE-PD”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, let's move mother fucking on here. On this one particular
show, it actually showed footage of the day
that Donna Gaines, B4 she was Donna Summer, doing that very
project, that I had, when I was given those wild records from
the RPL-Overage file, by Mister Mike
Walters, the company printer, back
in the year of 1980. I knew I was fucking right, but
nobody would believe me. BUT I WAS
RIGHT, and it WAS HER all fucking cunt along, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!! Then the third out of these four items would be THISSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Susan Erica AMC Lucci Snakes, from 1983, 'SSSSSSSSSSSS'!!!! All
my life, I have met extremely and very unusually physically strong
females, fully grown, teenaged, and even pre-teens. I mean
these goddamn girls and women would have even made the great, and now
late, Mister fucking STAN
LEE
sit up and take major notice. But all my goddamn fucking life,
from my own parents, to everyone around me, told me, “Mark
you're an asshole because they're not strong”. I could blog
details, and tell literally dozens of tales
that are all true, so help me GODDESS SSJKK
and sworn under flag and citizenship and for that matter, under full
pain and penalty of Perjury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I won't waste your
time on this one blog giving specifics. I could list shit from
heredahelda, however; and IPYT, me kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The most recent elucidation here was blogged many times earlier this
decade, and after I said something, the news people immediately
stopped showing the story forever. Until I made a deal of it and
blogged it, they discussed it quite a lot, so allow me now to refresh
some of the memories, especially Floridians, as this event took place
in fucking Florida. Anyhow, it seems that a
college boy had hired a prostitute to provide him with her feminine
duties, and when she had completed her services, he could not
or would not pay her. She killed him with her
bare hands, and she was a big powerful girl. I could say so
many things it isn't funny, but no one wil ever listen to my truths,
even WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM AND SIMPLY CANNOT BE
FUCKING CUNT DISPUTED, YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally
folks, we come to item number four. Everyone or 99.99 percent of
anyone who reads this true and powerful Earth fucking shaking story
called Mountainpen's Morianity scoffs and laughs, and totally refuses
to believe a fucking word that I say. I could literally perform a
resurrection in front of them or jump right over Mizz lovely Jennifer
Washburn's Providence Road House in Atlantic City, and I am
disbelieved and ignored as if I am the epitome of the fucking Bubonic
plague. Again peeps, I know what gives here,
and I will type it in again, and again, AND AGAIN,
AND AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! You most
likely already know how the next line reads, but look and verify it
if you wish to!
HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES! That's what
gives!
I
am going to tell you a bit now about my dealings with this
SHADOW-MILITARY
that has surfaced after World War ll, along with BFA (Black
File Agencies) such as NRO, CIA, NSA, DID, DOD, and the
groupation of them is so extensive and many still are not known of,
so I've shortened the list to the Black File Agencies, or a
generalization of the entire rotten dirty evil mess, who make many
people's lives nothing but mother fucking miserable, and caused many
unexplainable suicides, beginning with the more famous one such as
Doctor Jessup, referenced from the great book that many have now
read, called, “The Bermuda Triangle”. For the sake of
Mountainpen's Morianity, I've labeled 'thisSSSSSSSSS', the Non-Erica
Cane-AMC-1983 Spellchecker; the
Milituforce, and AKA for better symbolic truths, the
(WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF MISTER HALL)!!!!!!!!!
The largest connection with them and myself is not their decades of
inconceivable death assaults by them via air siege and covert death
blow body strikes, BUTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS
BUTTTTTTTT folks, it is the 1983
MYSTERY-ILLNESS
given to me by THEansweristheqyuestioncontinued.com/,
or NO SPELLchecker, BY THEM,
yo yo yo yo yo!!! This is a multifaceted situation; Mister Kent and
Inspector Louigee, and here it is: That is for all real and true
Superman fans out here who remember all of the great lines from all
of these great black and white 50's shows. Let's mother fucking
explore here, shall we?
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A
neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
END
TRAnsdimensional AND END TRANSMISSION.
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WHAAAHA-HA-HA-HA,
MOTHER FUCKERS!
I
AM TIRED OF ENDLESS FUCKING PERSECUTION!!!
CHAPTER
19
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW
5:18
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
EVENING
22
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----11/22/2019
TIME----5:22 P.M.
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----JET-HAZE
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----WHO KNOWS?
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE TODAY WITH
GIANT CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THE SKIES HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
USAESMWG; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR; AND
ANYONE ELSE INTERESTED IN THE CHEMTRAIL PHENOMINON AND HAS U-TUBE
ACCOUNTS PERTAINING TO THAT SUBJECT, ALONG WITH MY OLD PAL THE
LATENGRATE SIR PRINCE, 'FORMERLY KNOWN AS'
'HAPPY B4 CHEMTRAILS'!!!! This nightmare mother fucking
assault began early this cunt huffing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING
SHERIFF SIR, with lots of weird small events, and then led
into a major afternoon CHECMTRAIL DEATH-SIEGE, followed by ILLEGAL
DOOR SLAMMING COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is
when me' already fucking horrendous roach infestation shituation grew
wings and they began to literally crawl right off the walls all over
my entire apartment, seemingly impervious to any amount of RAID
SPRAYING, and I've gone fucking through CAN AFTER CAN AFTER CAN, from
here to Vaudeville's CAN-CAN!!!!
This
entire fucking thing is all about the greatest nightmare that
any mother fucking family could ever experience in this “human
experiment”, the HUNTINGTON CURSE!
When anything whatsoever THREATENS ITS
SO-CALLED GODS-CREATED NECESSITY, such
as when I was consistently defeating the casino game of ROULETTRE in
1986, and immediate action had to be brought to bear to stop
the interference, and that being, my ability to
BREAK OUT OF THIS 2,000 YEAR
OLD GENERATIONAL FAMILY
FUCKING NIGHTMARE CURSE,
STARTING WITH JESUS CHRIST DYING FOR THE SINS OF HUMAN BEINGS ON THIS
EARTH-PLANET. Now when this curse began, JESUS,
who was actually SSJKK's (Jehovah-God) gaming-avatar, in no
different a way than the current day GAMERS use virtual reality and
other low-tech jack in methods as shown and
depicted in that great fictional SYFY MOVIE of the nineties, called,
“LAWN MOWER MAN 2”, was the SINLESS GOD-MAN (human)
sacrifice, who had committed NO SIN or
transgression against the LAWS OF
GOD AND MAN, yet the sins of us all were to be placed upon
him. One male in the future Huntington family line however, would
also SUFFER A CURSE until the end of humanity,
according to the RULES OF THIS 'SALVATION GAME'. Even though
the great work, as is Biblically told,
“is FINISHED” by Christ,
still one male in the family, despite being a sinner like everyone
else; MUST SUFFER WITH THIS AGAONIZING
DEATH-CURSE until they lay buried in the ground, burned, or otherwise
“out of service”, in this GAMER GAME that my Morianity
calls the Cosmic Simulationogram,
pronounced on its 4th syllable. Without my being the
chosen victim in this generational fucking inconceivable nightmare
HUNTINGTON CURSE, none of the things that have surrounded my physical
plane proximity (happened to me) would have even been possible. Think
about it seriously yo. Any one of the things that I've claimed has
been a part of my life, would be a fish story told by crazy wild
drunkards in some northeast U.S. Bar with 'Mister Clooney and his
fisher-pals of the world' from all 'perfect storms' 'everywhere',
and then along comes mother fucking dick licking Mountainpen; don't
take that literally now Mister Musical Arranger Tom Glenn,
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE YO; and kapow, it's every mother fucking FISH
STORY ON STEROIDS AND THEN SOME all trying to vie for space in some
absurdly ass 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' informational blog known
as “MORIANITY”. And now me' vely simple 'pernt' here, Sir
'Archibald Bunkerqueens', is simply
thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Erica All My Kids Kane
from 1983, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this is NAUT
TRUE and I am NAUT the chosen Huntington in this wild fucked up
beyond sanity HUNTINGTON CURSE, then none of this shit all around me
would even be able to possibly happen in a billion cunt chewing
years, me; peeps out here! No other possible explanation fits, but
still Lenny sir, I am open to any comment unless it is a stupid one
that just gets ignored. We can laugh at Sir NG-ADS and mind control,
or make any other millions of silly things up to say to me, but
unless it is on pernt Archie Bunker, forget it as I don't have the
time or the constitution right now after 65 years of unfathomable
fucking suffering, to entertain a bunch of nonsense from the second
graders! Without even attempting in the smallest way to get my
daughter all wet or excited here, this is all DEAD-ASS SERIOUS, and I
am in absolutely no joking STAIR-CHASE or CAT CHASE MOOD right about
now, yo! Yessir Sheriff Ken Mascara, the Black Hat Hackers are back
and supplying me with all of the old hacks without sparing me for one
small seck, yo. I speak of the mouse jump hack, the word disappear
hack, the space bar hack, and there are plenty more too, yo me'
wonderful BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA Jane Witchbitch
Sleazeweedsdisease, you goddamn missed me sweetie baseball nights
pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555
All
hacks are part of the MILITUFORCE MIND
CONTROL SYSTEM from the demonic
Astral Plane's BRIGGBASE CULT;
a spirit-world recognized major political
system, where we mortals actually get
the “KALPA” word from, only it is totally misunderstood.
This works with a period of elections, and since Astrally there is no
time, only interactions or interaction averaged periods, that go onto
measure the unit known there as the 'Minnina-kalpa', or one
nine-thousandth of one KALPA, averaging to what a mortal might
experience on the Earth-Planet in a time-period here of 888
years at a normal; flow of time here at the surface of the
world,
but
me' pernt is that no matter who is actually carrying out the mission
of the BRIGGBASE EVIL ASTRAL CULT, such as all of this COMPUTER
HACKING AGAINST THE MOUNTAINPEN, it's honest true fucking source is
ALWAYS THE EVIL ROTTEN WICKED DISEASED SICKO BRIGGBASE and the
LAMBRIGG CULT that exists there and serves their master
Apollo-Lucifer and his NUMBER ONE SLAVE, the Phase-4-Entity (P4E)
created on my tape recorder in the nineteen seventies and eighties,
that then went on to energetically JUMP INTO the human clay being
that we all know as DONALD JOHN TRUMP, OUR 45th PRESIDENT
who just magically came out of nowhere four decades ago, after I
created the Shorty MacInvondi bragger egomaniac who would yell at me
that he owns boats and planes and the entirwe cities of New York and
Atlantic City, who called me “hot shot” and made fun of me, and
used me and my electronic metaphysics to BRING HIM INTO PHYSICALITY
instead of being Lawtronically converted into a true P4E as he should
have been, just as Spiderman and Superman and many countless other
Astral-Plane Phase-4-entities were as well (P4E)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every DAMN time I am CUM-PUKE-HER HACKED, the orders always come
first from the BRIGGBASE, and even the great BIBLE SCTRIPTURES BACKS
ME UP WITH ALL THESE CLAIMS made in my wild inconceivable MORIANITY!
Yes the endless hacks, even the MIND HACKS they give me while typing
on my keyboard that turn into the TOW-TWO, USE-SUE GASME-GAMES, and
the latest recent one being when I typed in these words, “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”? Still folks, there is more to things all
being coded or tied together that endlessly bring messages as well as
great wisdom to true seekers. Allow me to further explain
thisssssssssssssss further, lovely Erica Kane,
of AMC from 1983:
We
all know that reality conforms to desires and plans and goals and
ideas and dreams, that is if they are NAUT thwarted every single time
in an organized way, by a horrendous fucking generational family
curse that has gone on for more than two solid millenniums now.
Adding in electronic metaphysics, and we get the ability to mess
around with the magical-world of the Astral Plane's PHASE-4. Phase
one is TRUTH or zero dimension itself. Phase 2 is the Astral Plane or
the Plancktime (Purgatory). Phase 3 is the dreamers of the Purgatory,
all of us. We lose out energy after virtually endless interactions in
a place that the CERN LABS will tell any of you does have a tiny
little bit of 'something; that actually lasts in our time-world for a
tiny speck of time that can be measured by these particle accelerator
scientists. When an Astral-entity or (Purgatite) or (existor) dreams
out into this blown out HYPERSPACE of five dimensions, whether in a
growing larger forward matter direction, or a growing smaller
backward matter (antimatter) direction, along a magical quantum
fabric that contains both 5-D systems, (totaling 11-Dimensions), they
have some ability to PLAY THE GAME as long as it remains inside and
according to the rules set up by the highest Astral-Energetic
Entities that my Morianity has labeled, “LAWTRONICS”, then they
get born and they live their life of a series of dream sequences
inside of the STM system here in blown out hyperspace or in the
cosmos and its BIG BANG, (Space-Time-Mind). In the case of the number
one slave of Apollo-Lucifer, Leader of the Lambrigg Cult and owner of
the Astral-Plane's Briggbase, humanly now living (dreaming here) as
D. J. Trump, he was able to CHEAT, WEIN, and he managed to get me to
use my electronic metaphysics (EM) to bring him here as a “magic
human” who knows how to get whatever he wants, endlessly and
forever, and you all watch, because HE WILL, and his downfall is that
THIS CANNOT EVENTUALLY DO ANYTING OTHER THAN VERIFY AND PORVE BEYOND
ANY DOUBT AT ALL, THAT MY CLAIMS AND STORIES AND ALL OF MY MORIANTIY
IS REAL ANDABSOLUTELY FUCKING TOTALLY TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
in all honesty is its very own built in OATH! But as for messages
from cosmos that are ALSO A PART OF THE LAWTRONIC BUILT IN FEATURES
OF THIS COSMOLOGICAL GASME-GAME OF THE GODS, seekers MUST be given
these codes if their search and quest is honest and sincere, and is
not for any evil purpose to injure his or her fellow man or woman in
any way. Take my 'voices thing' with this goddamn 'KEYBOARDS FROM
PETAHELL' as a great James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS)
verifier. Now take the place where Jennifer Washburn helped me to get
a security job at in middle March of 2005, to the very day that I
left the RPL Sound Studio, only it was 24 years in the future, the
11th day in March; huh lovely Amanda Harris and wild
artist Mister Charles Delaware Tate, of that great wild soap show
from the nineteen-sixties called, “Dark Shadows”? Now who in the
Cifaloglio family owned the company when I was employed at this place
through the small local original contract-security firm that Jennifer
Washburn had helped me latch onto? His name is Delmo Cifaloglio. Now
while at the RPL Studio, I did four DELMO TUNES, or wait a minute,
that's DEMO TUNES, two country tunes, and two dance tunes. Then comes
the magical magazine day and the TWIN articles that obviously to a
blatant retard, someone there wanted desperately for me to see, and
made sure beyond any question that I WOULD SEE. The articles about
Donna Summer and Mariah Carey. Keyboards From Petahell is all rapped
up in this entire mess as well, as I came to learn despite taking me
a long time to realize it completely, based on what a few ILLEGAL
MEXICAN WORKERS at this Cifaloglio said to me one night after they
were screwing with me and singing shit real loud around me'
guardhouse after all of the bosses had gone home for the night and
I'd come on duty and relieved me' pal Mister
Roy
Carl
Weiler
Senior, writer of that
great book called, “Secrets
of the Museum”, all even
super more tied into this entirety, once we open up our minds, and
not REPRESS LOTS OF PAINFUL ASS FUCKING
MEMORIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; HUH SHERIFF
SIR??????????????????????????? Still, just how did all of me' wild
crazy machines really pull these things off in this Physical-Plane of
human life, or our Astral-Dream-Downs, you may be wondering, those of
you anyway who are trying to take these wild tales seriously?
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, AND
EARLY 2019 THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH ASSAULT
ON ME,
WITH COMPUTER
HACKING,
AND ALL MANNER OF ENDLESS PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENTS, RESULTING
FROM ILLEGAL ICPE-APE-TECH USAGE
FROM DONALD TRUMP;
AND ON THIS HORRIBLE MAJOR SKY
DEATH ATTACK ON 22 NOVEMBER, 2019,
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
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
It
is now 6:58 P.M.
Some
fucking scumbag upstairs is banging, and this
is why I am killing ROACHES DAY AND NIGHT, ALL OVER MY ENTIRE
FUCKING APARTMENT; kind Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir!!! Whoever told me this lie in th elevator that me' nabes above
me have moved out, IS TOTALLY FUCKING FULL OF SHIT, SQUARED!
When
my Aunt Rachael and uncle John died, it was quite mysterious. Who
dies in pairs hours apart? They lived in Fort Lauderdale, Florida,
USAESMWG all their adult lives and had a son, my Cuzz Stuart who
later went on to call himself John-Stuart. Very spurious shit was all
a part of this entire deal, back somewhere in early June of 1994,
shortly after moving out of Patty Meeker's Gibbsboro rental home on
Route 561 and into the Highview Apartments for my second stay in that
place, owned by a slumlord in Philadelphia, Mizz Maria Shoemaker and
her hubby, and I believe had a daughter named Tracy who I'd go onto
meet several years later after the death of my mom, while I was
residing at Jenny Plageman's #10 trailer and was working as a
security guard at the Mount Laurel Teknion Furniture Company, while
the place was being constructed. My Cuzz John Stuart acted very weird
with me when I wanted to come down to Florida for a short visit, and
that was the end of our kinship which until then, was friendly and
jovial. But before all these things happened, another quite fucking
mysterious even went down. How many times is there a death in the
family when your local police department comes over personally to
your residence, to let you know that this in fact had occurred? That
was the day that I truly believe that James Comey, the Giant
Williamstown Police Officer, came over to my Highview Apartment at
the intersection of Kent Road and Sicklerville Road, in good old
WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. As we all know, he said
something to me that reflected he was in the pocket of the
MILITUFORCE and HALLS FAWCES, and he refused to entertain what I told
him in utter desperation that day. Later, as we all know, he did the
unthinkable and created the quintessential monstrous OCTOBER-SURPRISE
that absolutely wiped out any chance for a fair election for the
presidency and the democratic party, releasing that shit about
Hillary Clinton and the e-mail, right before the fucking 2016
elections. We all know this is real, it happened, but what none of
you know is that I am going to tie the KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL (KFP)
INTO A WHOLE LOT MORE SHIT THAT CANNOT BE IGNORED, and this is what
the next blog is going to be all about. So you just fucking keep
right on fucking ass persecution me, U-MILITUFORCE scumbags! WOW ARE
THE BLACK HAT HACKERS HITTING ME WITH THEIR SPACE BAR FUCKING HACK,
SHERIFF MASCARA, AND YEAH MISTER COMEY, FBI, FORMER GWPO.
END
TRANSMISSION.
ROACHES
ON STEROIDS, SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY FROM MOUNTAINPEN
5:55
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
22
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 22, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 3:6
N.M.
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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----11/22/2019
TIME----6:00 A.M.
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HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
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PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
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Sheriff
Mascara, my kind wonderful sir; do you know why I
absolutely know how some enemy filth bag prick is ILLEGALLY
AND INTENTIONALLY LOADING UP MY APARTMENT WITH ROACHES EVERY TIME
THAT I GO OUT ON LOCAL ERRANDS? The answer is quite simple as
well as indisputable, sir. But before I do go on; a dirty rotten
diseased 'BLACK HAT HACKER' FUCKING SCUMBALL HAS DISABLED
ME' SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM AGAIN, SO I NEED TO GO OFF LINE, AND
REBOOT UP, BEFORE I TELL YOU HOW I KNOW THIS FOR SURE, AND NO SIR, IT
IS 'NAUT' VIDEO SURVEILANCE, OR I WOULD BE IN YOUR OFFICE, AS WELL AS
IN THE LOCAL COURTHOUSE LATER TODAY, TO ACT AS A PLAINTIFF, WITH THE
HOUSING FUCKING AUTHORITY AS A DEFENDANT!!!! This is probably just
the beginning of some heavy fucking bullshit for me, kind Sheriff Ken
Mascara, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of nasty ass shit is happening over
the past several hours and is why I am still
awake, and now doing this damn blog! Anyway, Mike Soft's
Hellwrecker (SPELLCHECKER) system is back working again after my DAMN
Senator Sanders REBOOT! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! So to recapture the
moment by using the ol' “CAPPING-TECHNOLOGY”, do you know why I
absolutely know how some enemy filth bag prick is ILLEGALLY
AND INTENTIONALLY LOADING UP MY APARTMENT WITH ROACHES EVERY TIME
THAT I GO OUT ON LOCAL ERRANDS? Allow me to give you some
pretty damn hard hitting simple quick facts that if you disagree with
Sheriff sir, feel free to pweeeeeeeeeeze show me the error of me'
damn ways, as I think it speaks for itself and by the way the PHA
never got rid of that crooked maintenance dude who ILLEGALLY used his
passkey and opened the lock on my apartment door twice on the same
day just for kicks, and I blogged and told you this close to a year
ago when it happened. But nothing like this is what I will present,
merely whole logic. Never in all my years of life as Mark Mohr have I
had endless fucking filthy roaches until I moved into this subhuman
fucking public housing system. Not in the residence, and NEVER in my
car. Now how are they also GETTING INTO
MY PARKED AND LOCKED UP TIGHT CAR, SIR, unless some
paid off TRUMP-prick with master
keys to my type of vehicle, opens it up in the middle of the night,
and also THROWS A CAN OF FUCKING ROACHES INTO IT, AS THEY ARE DOING
TO MY APARTMENT, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????? This is highly ILLEGAL ELDER
ABUSE AND CRIMINAL MISCHIEF WITH DECADES LONG LEGAL-PATTERN
PRIOR-BAD-ACTS PERSECUTION AND HARASSMENT ON ME, A TOTALLY FUCKIGN
CUNT ASS LEGAL CITIZEN OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
This
first subject makes me also think of how fixed and totally rigged
this entire system is in the country now since I have grown up into
fucking adulthood abnd leaving the great and non-OZ powerful
Cooley-Fooley High Hell Hellwrecker HALL at the end of January of the
year 1973!!!!!!!!!! One day while living at the third and final ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS place, #1102; I had been up for about an hour or less
and about ready to sit down to dinner, when a crash level low private
dirtbag airplane began buzz-harassing my apartment. I went to turn on
a small cassette tape recorder, and the second that I pushed the play
and record buttons to make a journal entry about the plane, the pilot
somehow got onto the fucking radio frequency of the machine and began
to speak through it, and he said, “I have a bomb and I may be
dropping it on that apartment down there”. Then whoever he was
speaking to also came on the same tape recorder and he said he was
Mountain Man and told him to, “go ahead and do it”. Then the
pilot responded back to him, “Hey Mountain Man, this is Dizzy Dee,
there will be a liud bang in a second”. This was the end of the
conversation and then the ILLEGAL PERSECUTING AIR VEHICLE AFTER
CIRCLING MY PLACE FOR TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES, FLEW RAPIDLY OFF AND
AWAY. I then took the tape over to my local Voorhees Township Police
Station and played it for them and told them what had happened. I
spoke first to Sergeant Smarzinski,
and later after that I was taken downstairs to the office of
Lieutenant Sakavich. I may be or
I may not be spelling these names correct, but Sheriff KJM sir, you
can certainly have your county boys verify my story, as this happened
on 10 January of 1990 at around dinner fucking time somewhere,
yo. I know that it is a crime to report a false thing to police and
authorities, and ever to blog this if it is not absolutely 100% real
and correct, me' wonderful awesome freaking kind sir! All that
happened after my talk with both these officers as well as playing
the tape, is that I was taken to the Cherry Hill Crisis Center, sort
of a preview of the coming attraction when I was taken there in
handcuffs in 2000, after reporting that I was being stalked by an
officer that I believed Frank Callio had put up to doing it, and this
was at the Winslow Police Station on south Route 73, just a mile or
two down the highway from my Blue Anchor home that I was renting
there shortly before Chester-Frank came there and rented a room to
help me out financially after the murder-death of my mother and of
course sir, I cannot prove in court that she or my pal David Roth
were murdered, BUT I ABSOLUTELY KNOW THAT THE
TRUMP-SPACEFORCE-MILITUFORCE INDEED MURDERED MY TWO CLOSEST PEOPLE IN
MY LIFE THEN!!!!!!!! Also kind sir, if you think for one
damn minute, Admiral Spock and Senator Sanders; that this was
the only great evidence of my persecution, taken to a place of
authority where I got completely screwed, and treated like shit, as
well as the bad guy rather than the damn victim; you'd be vely vely
much mistaken! Now for the conclusion on this second DAMN
supplemental blog before resuming later on with ANIKTIK-CH-19,
and for which I'm so well known by the great illustrious Library of
the Congress for saying, “HERE WE GOOOO”!
So
without “any Katy IK'S”, or any
other silly pronounceable abbreviations here folks; allow me to tell
you some details about my pal, Mister Mike Patterson of
Hollywood-Miami, Florida. As you know, in the final week of July, his
car screwed up and he has been without wheels ever since, 4
STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING MONTHS NOW. Before his car
blew up, he was going to pick me up and take me to the Miami
FIU Professor, and we were going to discuss promoting the
'Krystal's Ball' Project,
as well as the other idea that he claims over the telephone would not
be feasible in today's limited computer technology, and he is not
correct, as many things can be done with the present tech, and then
later on, it could be expanded. We all know damn ass well that Mark
Pukerturd and his Facebook, did not begin with all of the
features and bells and whistles that his site has now in these
present times. Things advance and grow as times keep improving the
methodology and technology of the world of computer science. That is
a basic quintessential “DUHHHHHHHHHH”. But without a face to face
meeting, you cannot get certain points across that easily, and this
is one of them. You need to be face to face. The HUNTINGTON CURSE and
those who carry out the needed steps that make it an endless fucking
nightmare reality around me, didn't want me to get a face to face
with the professor, and nothing was able to work. This is why THESE
FUCKING FAWCES broke Mike's car, but as with the ROACHES
being done to me, here is some wild additional fucking shit to gnaw
on; wonderful Sheriff Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I met Mike here in fort Pierce during my
early times living here and working up at the Harvest Outreach Center
at 25th and Orange Avenue, he had lived here for a while,
but not that many years before I came down here and met him, he was
in the Miami area for years. He dealt with two mechanics who always
treated him good, and if I had been taping on the phone which I used
to do on my JOURNAL for decades back in Jersey, and is completely
ILLEGAL to do here in the RED STATE OF ROTTEN ASS FLORIDA, I would
have mountains and endless hours of recordings of mike saying only
terrific great things about these two mechanics, “Manny” and
“Nick”. I of course can absolutely completely and totally relate
to the sudden changing of people, when HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES need to MIND CONTROL THEM in order to fuck me up.
Why do I say, “FUCK ME UP”?
Well, two days before Mike's car blew up and left the man totally
fucking 'wheeless', he and I discussed NAUT ONLY picking me up here
in Fort Pierce so we could all three talk, me, him, and the
professor; BUT, 'BIG ASS BUTT', to quote
many of me' ol' 2006 and 2007 blogs; we also had an extremely serious
discussion on starting a small company and he would be the salesman
as he has had plenty of advertising experience from his earlier days,
and his last words to me before his DAMN car
blew up, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, was “I will be the
salesman and talk to people and push these things until we eventually
locate a social media 'influencer' who can bring us millions of
hits”. You see how things all endlessly fit together Sheriff that
endlessly endlessly endlessly fucking hurt me, and destroy every
single chance for me to ever escape
fucking total ROACH ASS POVERTY?????????? If you
cannot see the crime here, or what this diseased mother fucking
monster maniac Trump has done to me for forty years; then
you are no better than all the rest of Trump's cronies and fixers and
henchmen who've covertly ILLLLLLLLLLLLLEGALLY, wiped out an entire
mother fucking HUMAN LIFE, MINE, SIR, YO! Also if you still
doubt PARALLEL-EVENT (ICPE-APE-TECH) sir, you need to watch the damn
reruns at night of the fucking Impeachment inquiry. All the dates
match my hell, and also I have NAUT had an after summer time
AUTUMN-THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE anywhere near this fucking bad kind
sir, for DECADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I cannot make you believe me for
one damn ass minute, kind great awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the 19th DAMN chapter of ANIKTIK will be an off the dials
chapter that may come close to the maximum
8th
STAR RED ZONE on the Secrets-Thermometer-Scale (STS). I
only say this now, so the M2F can choose to back off shit and give me
a little period of quiet. If NAUT Mizz Blake, well, be ready for a
whole lot of peeps going the way of Sir Joe Paget!
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, AND
EARLY 2019 THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH ASSAULT
ON ME, WITH ALL MANNER OF ENDLESS PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENTS,
RESULTING FROM ILLEGAL ICPE-APE-TECH USAGE
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.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE
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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!
I
may be a bit clueless here like ol' 1995 Sir Poolroy,
'BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT' and BUTTERCHEESE
BIG ASS BUTT but;
I do know that I ain't imagining any of this, and I had a pal named
Arthur Fucking Crane, who Paula King tried to murder that day at the
Super-Walmart Parking Lot in the summer of 1994 while I was residing
at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, and who used to tell me three years
earlier, while we worked together at the Thompson Consumer
Electronics Plant, that used to be the Radio Corporation of America
(RCA), and I quote him verbatim here folks, and Sheriff Ken Mascara
sir; “Mark, you are imagining very little IF ANY of this shit
around you”.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
gimme' a buzz someday if you ever are reading these whittle bwogs,
Arthur, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
For
all I know Sheriff, you're just laughing at me too. How can I know,
to quote NYPD's fictional Detective Ray Curtis?
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I
AM UNDER A MAJOR THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
and
know I know why after a very careful perusal of the Impeachment
Inquiry. Parallel event is not only real and more mother fucking
dangerous than all of the atomic bombs in this world all going off,
but it will be punished in what mere mortals in their ignorance call
their 'after-life'. It
is absolutely FORBIDDEN to do what Trump has done to me since the
fucking nineteen-eighties.
Hey JAYJAY EVANS, what can I say, you ol' mustache twirler you? You,
me, and Hurricane smith, and I guess without mighty and awesome Sir
Sigmund Malyeska of Atlantic City, it would just be you and the
Hurricane, and definitely NAUT, Ed Lynch!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
huh Sir Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows who the hell he is,
placing him way ahead of most of the rest of us poor mere 'DAMN' ass
mortals, huh Senator Sanders? I also went to my local branch-store
Toronto Dominion Bank, AKA its abbreviated name, TD-BANK, to check on
some balances. Aniwho folks, lots of LOUD CAR STEREOS WERE BLASTING
ALL OVER AND AROUND ME, in an absolutely non-coincidental fashion.
Then when I drove back home to my non Patricia Hollister (PH)
Building here at 7th
Street and Avenue B, a tall African-American (AA) man, about six feet
one or two and medium build and age approximately in his thirties,
approached me and said, “Give
me your bag”.
I was holding my 'Publix-Bag', as they sell these bags for a dollar,
and where I had placed my candy and also a couple cans of Progressive
Soup, and I also keep my emergency phone for any automobile
breakdowns in that bag as well, along with my water bottle and the
mail that I had also just retrieved on my way out from the
Building-Community-Room. I ignored the dude and managed to safely get
into the building with my magnetic pass key, SHERIFF MASCARA, but I
am still shaky and upset by this rotten gangster assault, and
potentially
very bad shituation.
When I told the SO-CALLED
'CRIME-STOPPER' SECURITY MAN AT THE DESK,
here at this non-Patty-Hollister building, what had just happened to
me; he just ignores me, and won't do a damn
thing, Senator
Sanders.
When I first moved here, this place had two things that once I got
here, slowly were no longer available to me as a resident, and an
endlessly ON-TIME-RENT-PAYER HERE FOR GOING ON NINE FUCKING YEARS
NOW, COME EARLY 2020 SPRING TIME. One of those two things were video
camera surveillance, and the other thing were those great annual
POLICE LED INTERVIEWING OF TENANTS, where these fine officers would
ask us if we were having any problems with either GANGS,
(ol' buddy Sticks Larken), of that marvelous TV-show called
“LIVE-PD”,
or any other bad-guy related CRIME PROBLEMS. Now,
there is no more camera surveillance, and no more annual police
interviews.
The hell with poor little me, let me get mugged or eventually killed,
HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
OF FLORIDA'S 'HA-HA-HA' GREAT AND WONDERFUL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, IN
THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“AND
THAT'S JUST FUCKING REALITY”; MISTER DENNIS SNYDER.
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