THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A
neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU:
BEGINNING
TRAnsdimensional AND BEGINNING 'THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS' TRANSMISSION,
MIZZ ERICA LOVLINESS.
1:16
POST
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON
26
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CH. 22
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 11-26-19
STATS
ON THE
'BOM'
ON 11-24-2019
Nov
17,
2019 12:00 PM – Nov
24,
2019 11:00 AM
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Yesterday
was a HUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. I TOOK IT
FROM BOTH FRONTS, air as well as ground. Let me explain this
all to you in a little bit better clarity, and then move onto the
really wild somewhat new topic that the BOM has touched on in recent
times, that being, this moving polarized universe and my interaction
within it. YYYYYY do these major attacks COME and then GO, and then
COME and then GO??????? And before I do go there, I will tell you
WHAT ELSE WAS DONE TO ME YESTERDAY by these diseased pricks! I had to
stop to kill two goddamn fothermucking roaches, and after that I
decided to take my daily shower before resuming here with this blog,
and yes lovely AMC-ERICA, with THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BLOG as well,
lovely lady of all snakes from that wild incredible year of mysteries
without end, good ol' 1983, yo BRO!
Well
another can of cunt lapping RAID has been emptied all throughout this
rotten sub-human standard living apartment here in this absolutely
totally corrupt and crooked area in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG.
Nothing will kill this latest groupation of these minidroids from
DOGTOWN (HELL) and this latest invasion into my private fucking
dwelling. N---O---T---H---I---N---G!!!!!
It's
now five minutes shy of fucking three this disafsternoon here in HELL
or in MY PRIVATE EARTHLY DOGTOWN. Back now to the topic of the
MILITUFORCE, and its endless
comings and goings of their death sieges that are perpetrated upon me
by this diseased sicko wacko groupation of deranged evil soulless
monsters! I know for a total fact that if I were ever able to
understand fully with mathematical precision, why these assaults come
on me out of nowhere, remain with me for particular amounts of hours
and days, and then as suddenly and mysteriously as they come upon me,
vanish and disappear into absolute obscurity and quintessential
cloaked secrecy. I know this because the goddamn fothermucking M2F
will NAUT EVER ALLOW ME KNOW THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS or to fully
understand the exact principles behind thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Snakes
1983 AMC ERICA KANE! If I were NAUT prevented from ever being able to
at least do that much, then I would not come to fully believe that
just knowing this would then go onto to catapult me into the lofty
position of being able to get this nightmare fucking stopped,
exposed, AND ULTIMATELY PUNISHED, with me fully and absolutely
vindicated to the entire Earth-planet once and for fucking all, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!
When
I lived in Jersey before trekking down here to Florida in December of
2009 a decade ago now, I would drive around with my LIFE JOURNAL kept
in my car which was a tape recorder basically and some tapes, as well
as other anti-hacking devices which even back then in the days of
all-analogue, hackers were there messing and fucking with me and
preventing many of my recordings to SUCCESSFULLY COME OUT ON TAPE,
hence my reporting of what was happening around me was lost. I
learned how to avoid mush of their electronic strikes and hacks done
to me by the MILITUFORCE by using several devices, NAUT always
successful at combating and thwarting their obstructions, but they
did help to a large extend and degree. Still my point is not the
electronic hacking, at least NAUT right at present second. It is
rather, how I would begin noticing many OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE PATTERNS
and BEHAVIORS that endlessly surrounded me during the WORST of their
death sieges on me. One pattern that this enemy FAWCE was unable or
unwilling to ever alter from, is the seeming endless bipolar
condition of this behavior. It would come out of nowhere and go from
totally being quiet to totally being monstrous and horrendous around
me, and then also concentrically, sooner or later, it would revert
back again, going from this horrible nightmare fucking dogshit back
into quiet peaceful life where I would make journey entries countless
times for many years, saying gee willagars, “Is this how normal
people live day to day? This is so fucking wonderful”! It
seems to me that the MILITUFORCE
SUFFERS FROM THE EPITOME OF BIPOLAR BEHAVIOR AND MENTAL CONDITION,
24-7-365.2422!!!!!! I don't
really truly expect any physical world authority such as Ron Wirtz
Senior at the Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office, or
Sheriff Ken Mascara and his peeps down here in my present location
residence, or any others either, to ever be able to help me. This
would be like asking ICE CUBES to help me with an enemy made out of
pure FIRE. Not to get lovely Patty Benitar all wet and excited
here, but hey there Ziggy from 1969, “That's the way it goes”,
for crissake!
Another
pattern that I would endlessly notice could be called the Earthly
Trilogy, and so my Morianity has indeed given that label to
'THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS', lovely Erica! I am speaking here of the three
types of assaults given me ever since this all began in its new
absolute form, after I had 'awakened' from 'whatever it really was'
and 'where I truly was', on the MOUUUUURNING of 15 AUGUST in the year
of 1986, while residing at the Route 70 Marlton Pike, CHERRY HILL,
NJUSAESMWG address, the home I was renting from a diseased monstrous
rotten landlord by the name of Richard 'Barf'-Karpf!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes I somewhat but NAUT ENTIRELY jokingly refer to this
'non-hippie-happening' by saying, when I died
and went to hell on 08-15-1986. Saying it any way you wish it
to be said peeps changes NOTHING AT ALL however. The two types of
harassment that happen during 95 or more percent of the times of all
death sieges, are the AIR ATTACKS, and the damn ass GROUND ATTACKS.
Somewhere and at the very most, maybe five out of twenty of these
assaults, ARE BOTH AIR AND GROUND simultaneously. This happens
naturally at the times where I am experiencing the ABSOLUTE VERY
WORST POSSIBLE DEATH ATTACKS BY THIS NIGHTMARE MILITUFORCE. Yesterday
was one of these times, since while out on my local errands I had
nasty air siege, and then after returning home, I experienced ground
shit from them. After being home a few hours, my KITCHEN ELECTRICAL
OUTLET WAS KNOCKED OUT by the MILITUFORCE out of the blue and for no
discernable rational reason. I was not using a powerful device like
the microwave oven, and I have no wife or girlfriend here to use some
powerful device such as perhaps a hair dryer. These type of things
could possibly supply a somewhat rational and logical reason and or
explanation for such a non-hippie-happening, huh Mister Marcucci of
somewhere between the magical corridors of time, or underneath
Liverpool, or along Abbey Road; or the Pink
Goddess only knows where, yuk yuk yuk, and AHA AHA AHA, Mike
McNulty!!!!!!!!!! Gee willagars for crissake! Oh how I used to play
that first tape of the Morianity Bible during horrendous fucking
times of MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, in my
car while traveling to and from security guard job locations. The
billionaire WOMO know everything I ever do and have me under
continual surveillance, and the prosecutor Wirtz told me and I quote
him from a phone conversation I had with him while renting my home in
Gibbsboro, late in the year 1991, “Mark, they have buddies in the
military who will do things for them when needed, it's all really no
big trick what they covertly do to you”. Sheriff, I swear as a
legal citizen, this all has happened, right down to my conversations
with the authorities, even the great FAA Technical Center, Admiral
Perry; across from the great Abseacon, NJ, DAIRY QUEEN place.
Oh
yes, the great NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AND TRUMP'S FUTURE (M2F)
SPACEFORCE. WOW WOW WOW WOW 2 ALL OF THESE THINGS, HUH LOVELY WEIGHT
LOSING SPOON DANCING MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I
got some hallway screamers out there at 3:32 in this POST MERIDIAN or
the 12 hour daily period AFTER the MERIDIAN or the NOON, (solar high
position). WEIN around here, oh great Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir?
Round
and round we can go forever on many things, and I cannot make anyone
see powerful truths no matter what, and I know this only too damn
well, Senator Sanders, old pal. WOW do I want to win the 2020
election and remove that horrible monster-criminal on Pennsylvania
Avenue. Still, I know that I know, or what I do at least. Just as in
the Pearl Harbor Day wild trip to be with the Almighty
PINK GODDESS, let's face some real powerful facts about the
girl standing on a hotel balcony, the lovely Mary Tyler Moore, in
that lovely green dress. In the MTM show that began in the fall
season for the great MARLTON PIKE 70
YEAR of all great non CHERRY HILL'S of the world; we have the
writer character whose show name was not happy Christmas, and
I suppose went on to LOVE boats
as much as I do. Then we have the original Mizz
Laura Petry in the DVD SHOW, that does not stand for modern
day DVD's either. In this show we had Mel
Cooley the
Assistant to the boss Allen Brady, whose show name was Mel
COOLEY as in COOLEY H. H. HALL. The
Bible gives absolute information on just how we can GET THESE
POWERFUL TRUTH-MESSAGES IN DREAMS, and I for one do not need to read
this in a damn Bible. I KNOW
THAT I
KNOW!!!!! I also know that the FASCITAR is not only very
real, very powerful, and a whole lot more; but I also know for a fact
that the great Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H. wanted me to have this
information, and that she used a wild groupation of covert trickery
to make it all indeed happen that day with my mother, at the office
that they were both working in, over at Philadelphia's 3 Penn Center
Plaza Office Building in 1972 somewhere, or perhaps a bit later on,
as there is some fuzziness to the memory, implying that the FAWCES
may be messing with transdimensional time lines via their ESS and
exploratronic traveling and the creation of widening localized
time-lines (WLTL) for a shortened abbreviation. I too can use the
many ways of possible (SPIRITUAL-TRAVEL) even while trapped here in
hyperspace physically and inside of a human body.
I went to visit PINK
GODDESS--SSJKK in my spirit earlier this
morning around just after nine. I tranced out and found myself
willing myself forward out in space, through the stars. Eventually
they began to thin out until their were only cluster circles far away
(other galaxies), and suddenly, there she was, PINK
GODDESS, just like out of Star Trek on
that episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”. I melted
into her and she loved me beyond anything, and I cried like a baby
for a trillion years or so and told her she is so beyond awesome.
WEIN???
(What
Else Is
New)???
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
The
MILITUFORCE has wiped out MY
ENTIRE LIFE! But who is this mighty MILITUFORCE?
Hmm;
let us keep moving this along! First,
somebody thinks it funny, old
pal Bob McDowell,
Retired Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, and sir;
to hack out the 'Deja Vu Sans'
font, it will not Johnny effen faster work, with the font set to a
bold type, and it vanishes every time. Remember last time they
screwed with me on this font, me' old friend from the Cooley-Wormhole
Marola Hall, of
Hopkins Memory Lane, back early in the damn seventies?
Funny,
is it not, world? Real funny, HA HA HA! People who laugh too much are
like cackling hens and giggling school girls, and no, I MOST
CERTAINLY DO NAUT HIT OR SPIT ON ANY BUSES, you ASSHOLES FROM QUACK
ER
CLOWN,
PENNSYLVANIA, USA, ESMWG. Really, what
are the odds, that my old pal becomes the FCC CHAIRMAN? For all you
atheists out here, you have an incredible ability to see a lot of
things in very bland ways, and I am not going to lie to a one of
you; as I ENVY YA', DUDES AND DUDDESSES; even though I know you are
all full of it, at light speed cubed, Cuban, and lottery winning
price patrolling nightmares, songs, letters, and
daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here it comes again, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC,
the (`~HACK) YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Now they tried to do the (WORD
DISAPPEARING HACK, OLD BUDDY AND KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
THIS IS GETTING DAMN EXTREMELY INTENSE,
TO QUOTE ONE OF MY FANS, WHO I SHALL NEVER KNOW, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have
lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
Previous Posts
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL 2006-2009 New Jersey Blogs:
This
did not begin in Atco in 1983, yet it all was a part of the whole. It
did not begin with Mister Smith at Cooley Hall either, but again, was
definitely a part of the whole, right down to that wild knowing and
waking vision given me by HER obviously, concerning the farm that was
just outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, that I spoke of to Mister D.
L. Smith on several occasions. It did not even begin for me in the
seventies with all of that wild crap that has been blogged and told
now for nearly fourteen years, the very amount of time that I had
lived when I had last physically seen Sarah on 10-SC Avenue. Things
all tied in long long before any of that, and it appears that GASME
GAMES are just one big giggle laugh!
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!
Run
For The Roses
2:00
POST
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
AFTERNOON
25
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
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NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CH. 21
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Nov
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Well
people, I am in another heavy sky attack here in my 'DAMN' ass
town of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I am very used to these sky
assaults. They have gone on since the terrible dawn of these
nightmares, worsened of course on that magical day of August 15th
in 1986, at the rented home of Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, in Cherry
Hill, New Jersey, with that 'JRSS'
street address that doubled up with the meeting up with my daughter
in New York City without ever even knowing who she truly Washburn's
Was, Sir Microsoft Spellchecker. Dave
Roth said it all, and said it best, all throughout the last two
decades of the twentieth century. He said no matter which way a
person might pronounce the 'mar key of pee', meaning turning it into
piss and mispronouncing the 'mar key' word, ha-ha, it works. James
Redfield merely takes these things to a less laughable and more
intense level. Anyone out here who never read his great two
'Celestine' books, has missed out on a major page turning experience,
IPYT! This is only one example out of literally endless trillions of
others that endlessly surround each and every last one of us while we
live physically on this Earth-
Planet. Of course, if most of us remain intentionally unaware (dumbed-down) to these truths, they still are no less true, merely never recognized truths. If you live for thirty years in a home where ten million bucks in gold coins are buried up in your attic underneath a floor, and you never ever knew that it was there, and then you moved away; were you technically a millionaire during your time of ownership of that property? This can get extremely complicated, my wonderful Blogaudians, and it will be more carefully examined and explored in still future blogs.
Planet. Of course, if most of us remain intentionally unaware (dumbed-down) to these truths, they still are no less true, merely never recognized truths. If you live for thirty years in a home where ten million bucks in gold coins are buried up in your attic underneath a floor, and you never ever knew that it was there, and then you moved away; were you technically a millionaire during your time of ownership of that property? This can get extremely complicated, my wonderful Blogaudians, and it will be more carefully examined and explored in still future blogs.
So
I went out on my local errands, to my pharmacy to pick up some
medication, then to the Staples Store for some pens and a new
telephone cord, and finally to the Publix for four damn cans of RAID
roach killing spray that seems not to be doing the job any more or at
least during major times of these particular
roach-infestation-death-sieges. The entire time I was out was what I
classify as LEVEL-3-SKY death-siege. There are four ratings that I
assign to this each day. Number 1 is absolutely no sky siege. Number
4 is FULL SCALE MAJOR, and this leaves two in-between ratings for
light siege and heavy siege, rated as numbers 2 and 3. When private
planes are buzzing me and chemtrails are all over the place leaving a
fully jet hazed sky surrounding me from horizon to horizon, it is
rated either 3 or 4 depending on how intense it is on several factors
that I need not get all specific and into right now on this blog.
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT and but, I did say that I was expecting
some dogshit and that if it came, I WOULD BLOG AND TELL SOME MORE
SHIT ABOUT THE MAJOR STORY AND WILD GLOBALLY EFFECTED SECRETS, OF MY
INVENTION IN 1980, CALLED, “KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL” SOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur Crane from
Thompson Consumer Electronics in 1991, and great and non-OZ powerful
United States © Copyright Office, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
First,
you would be very proud of me today, lovely mizz Oprah Winfrey. The
mountainpen weighed about 295 pounds before coming down here to
Florida, just about ten years ago to this date back in the
oh-nine-year. I weighed in earlier this morning at 195, a full 100
POUND DROP. We don't have to be super wealthies (billionaires) like
you lovely lady, to accomplish some great feats, yo!!!!
So
in getting down to cases here, and continuing along with stuff
opened up on blogs from several posts back; just ask any modern day
advanced Quantum Physicist, and most
will agree with the current scientific community's concept that 5th
dimensional hyperspace has unlimited countless parallel universes,
that only MORIANITY so far as of the date this
blog posts up to BLOGGER-GOOGLE; claims are accessed by all of us
through OUR DREAMS. Due to ultra-complex Towel-Seepage-Effect
(TSE) and (HSM) Hyper-Space-Mechanics of all un-thrilled joyless
{OTHER HSM's}, any major historic 'BENDSPOT' or where powerhouse shit
in human history is teetering on a very thin fence top (in or out of
Eden, Iraq, and all DS-DS-DS IRAN INVADED ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICAL
AUDIO TAPES that were left at magical city boardwalks, (not
underneath them at least); things branch off IN VARIOUS WAYS at these
major points, that my MORIANITY labels as BENDSPOT HYPERSPACE POINTS
OR BSHP'S for a shortened abbreviation.
Now
blogs from earlier this year, told how reality can be absolutely
controlled as well as altered intentionally, by people keeping track
of numbers in their own private dwellings by simulating being at a
casino roulette wheel using ordinary playing cards, and then those
same people would go to a real gaming house (casino) somewhere, stand
within playing range and eyesight of a roulette wheel, and actually
cause 'their personal numbers' to come in more than they would should
they not be standing within that quantum distance range. Using this
analogy, can other realities be effected by doing very similar type
of stuff? The answer is a resounding and major unequivocal
“YES”!!!!!!!! Now the very same “FAWCES” Mister HALL from
1990, SIR; that are making THESE ROULETTE OUTCOME NUMBERS POP UP WHEN
DOING THIS ALSO FORCES REALITY ITSELF, IN THINGS THAT GO BEYOND JUST
WHERE A BALL WILL STOP ON A WHEEL; TO ALTER OR (TRANSFER), on this
quantum energetic level of 'STM' flux. When certain things are done,
using the very magical world of electronics, this same principle is
likewise going into effect as well and in not so different a pattern
of powerful truth. I use the word MAGICAL very literally by the way,
as if you ask the top Electrical Engineers on this planet, just what
electricity and electronics IS, they will respond if choosing to be
honest and true with your query, that we understand how it all works
and what it all does, but we do not know what electricity is, or the
electron. Now we do know that it is a charged particle, but as I said
to Ryan the Recording Engineer from the BonJovi owned Avalon
Recording Studio that used to operate out of Port Saint Lucie,
Florida and moved down to Pompono Beach, after 2013 ended; after he
made that statement to me that the electron is a charged particle, I
then responded back in absolute truth but a bit sarcasticly I'll
admit, “Charged with what”? All the real honest engineers and
electricians will admit that they know how this magical world of
electronics works but we DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS. I of course
DO KNOW. It is PINKM GODDESS, MIDDIE, MDE, Mother-Daughter-Electron.
Those egotistical alpha male world owners have always insisted that
women are underneath men, and as with all things ranging from the
smart money in the global banking system to dozens of other things
just as big but in different ways, the reality of all things is the
exact reverse of the accepted norms. The sun DOES NOT rise and set,
the world IS NOT FLAT, and I could literally bore you all to death
with a hundred other examples just like those two. The largest of all
is that this Father-Son-Holy Ghost thing needs to also be reversed,
into Mother-Daughter-Electron!
I
promise to fully delve into the issues of TRUTH-REVERSALS that are
all backed up in Biblical Scriptures such as the last will be first
and the first last, and much more, and also, I will get way more
specific about how DREAMS and WAKING LIFE connect in a wild
transdimensional 'bigger picture' that is literally a 5th
and 6th dimensional system underneath the 7th
dimensional circuitry of the entire system that my Morianity has
labeled as “Lawtronics”, ever since these blogs began in the year
of 2006. In these present ignorant dark days in true measurable
wisdom, my entire theme and all my concepts would absolutely qualify
as extreme mental illness, delusion, and numerous side psychotic
features the least of which would be delusions of grandeur. It will
not be in my lifetime by any stretch of the mind, that my
Morianity-TRUTHS have even the smallest chance of being recognized by
the organized planetary power structures, but still, it will be out
there for future generations to peruse and explore at their eventual
leisure and levels of comfort as times continue to progress as well
as evolve onward, yo! So to quote the great, incredible, and
near-all-knowing Mister Dennis Snyder, from Elm, New Jersey,
USAESMWG; “That's just reality
son”!!!!!!!!!
Now
KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), was a wild invention that words would
be totally inept to properly describe. Still, this was built because
I wanted to be able to do things that others around me, even in the
great profession of sound recording, were unable to do, making me
therefore in a position where I would stand out head and shoulders
higher than the crowd. I knew from childhood that I was under some
absolutely unexplainable nightmare curse, and that's all I damn knew.
Still I knew it, and thus, I came to the conclusion before even
reaching midway through puberty, that I needed to do special things
just to be recognized at all and keep me out of total obscurity and
invisibility. This is why I seriously debated with myself to admit to
the world that I seemingly have a magical power over motion, and not
in some small way like those famous magicians or psychic, ranging
from Geller to Blaine to Copperfield. I told Jennifer Washburn that I
would literally FLY OVER HER BUILDING IN ATLANTICV CITY ONE DAY,
PHYSICALLY, and I could have done it. She responded back tome on that
wild day, “Mark, what would it prove”. Her response was absurd
when you think about it. Still, it was perfectlywithin all the norms
based on my suffering from a covert and invisible major horrendous
FAMILY CURSE that Morianity calls the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and no, not
the one that you hear about should you go online and GOOGLE UP this
thing. It is like what I told you all years back concerning the word
that morianity uses, called 'EXPLORATRON'. After I began saying my
incredible bullshit on the topic for several months, maybe a full
year; poof, somehow someone or some thing
to quote awesome William Shatner Captain Star
Trek Kirk, went back into time,
and magically created this same word, and then made the
GOOGLE-RANKING SO 'BERNIE-HUUUUUUUUUUGE', so that now, when
we GOOGLE UP
the word “EXPLORATRONS”,
we do not get anything whatsoever about what Morianity has told the
world about with this incredible deal. To this day, I still
may go to the beach, or some public place; and
do the unthinkable, with or without any following DEEDEE
birds, or pink non-goddess Salmon-fish, from 1997
and 1998 somewhere, up there in good ol' lovely wonderful
Atlantic City, NO JOYSEY! Yes speaking of two years along that range
in time, I screwed up and reversed the wild spirit-travel experience.
It was in 1996 that I went back to 1968, and told my classmates that
I came from the year 1997, and not the other way around! So maybe the
last are first and the first are last and we all need to endlessly
reverse what our stock brokers insist that we do with our life
savings. Think the shit about it folks, yo!
So
we managed to lay a small foundation concerning the Keyboards From
Petahell or KFP on a blog from a few back. Now, to move this along,
did you ever wonder exactly why the electronic forces copy the human
larynx? The faster that it vibrates, the higher the pitch of sound is
made from the person, and of course concentrically, the slower that
it vibrates, the lower the pitch of sound is made from the person. So
in the olden days when a tape is speeded up, or a turntable is set on
a higher speed, the recording is not only faster but is HIGHER IN
PITCH, doubling into the next higher octave at precisely double the
speed, or if slowed down, this same thing goes into play, make a tape
play at half the speed that it was recorded at, and not only is the
recording playing at half the speed but is also slower and divided
exactly down one octave if the speed is cut in half. This is how the
Melanie key song became my first invention that I told about on early
opening blogs, when I had originally messed around with creating
weird voices, then making recorded sounds go extremely fast, and
later on still, along came my “Quicker-Talker” invention, and I
told about an electrical engineer by the name of Mister Kelchner, who
assisted me in the original designs and basic creation of the device,
and he taught me how in no time at all, the sound is lost because the
recoding device is not built for extreme low or high frequencies,
which is why when normal stereo equipment is purchased, amps,
speakers, tape decks, anything at all along this line of audio hi-fi,
expensive stuff always has the better or WIDER RANGE meaning a better
reproduction of the very high end sounds as well as low end sounds,
but all of it is built for audio recording. In dolphin research and
many other research stuff where extreme out of normal sonic ranges
need to be accurately recorded, an entire different set of electronic
stuff need to be employed into the recording devices and systems.
This was all the foundation and beginnings of the pre-KFP invention.
Then after the Chief Recording engineer at the RPL Studio, Mister
Howard Solomon, made my 4
DELMO
TUNES a lot better with a lot of electronic magic
tricks, I eventually got him to teach me all kinds of stuff, along
with the repair man at the RPL place, Mister Jack Wallace, both
graduates of that great old Philadelphia, Pennsylvania school, known
as Philadelphia Wireless. But the real powerhouse shit lies within
the actual electronic realities behind just why things pitch up when
going faster and pitch down when going slower, and all of it when
fully understood and in light of the junk that I was messing with
after being fortunate enough to find so much electronic stuff out in
a wooded area that had been discarded; I was able to eventually see
that more than just meets the eye, at least in my time period, was
going on behind the scene and the OZ-CURTAINS of the magical world of
the ELECTRON.
Eventually,
I was able to tweak a system that recorded and played into each other
from either end, and with a very nice expensive equalizer in-between
them allowing me to make endless higher and lower boosts or
attenuation's on numerous frequencies, and again, with the additional
doodads that I had in-between the entire system, I was eventually
able to have unlimited sonic interaction back and forth between these
two recording machines, and no part of any sounds were lost, muffled,
or altered. I had to use an oscilloscope to conduct a lot of various
monitoring however, as even my specially built audio monitors had a
limited sonic range that just about matched the audio amp without the
additional resistor to compactor ratio and flux alterations in
conjunction with a wild ratio alteration with input and output
voltages that also allowed additional sonic enhancements where I was
able to have an unfathomable amount of dynamic range without
distortion or saturation of any kind on analogue recoding technology.
Without getting hyper-technical, when all was said and done, I was
able to adjust the full 5 hertz to 80,000 hertz range of the amp
without any connected alterations, into a digitized readout and even
hear a lot of the sound or the inner-octaves of it, since the human
ear at best when young and audibly healthy, barely can hear from 20
hertz to 20,000 hertz. In any event this was only the beginning. One
of the taping machines was reconnected in the motor drive to an
incredibly powerful electric motor that would make the thing run up
to 4,000 times faster than the speed it was origianally designed to
be at. The other macvhine was fixed for the opposite, connected into
numerous step-down transformers and timing devices that made a large
area of the system look like a clock store, until it was later
covered in very attractive 'papermashay', and no, I don't know how
the word is properly spelled, nor can I get any good assistance
from the Spellchecker assholes. Anyway, this other machine was able
to move at a maximum invisible crawl rate of about
one-three-millionths of normal factory setting. If maxed out, this
would approach a total change in signal going from the play machine
to the record machine, in the neighborhood of just under twelve
inches per nanosecond. The speed of light is 11.8 inches, so at the
crossover point, the signal is actually traveling into the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, causing many wild interdimensional effects to
occur when certain secret audio things are done with the two
machines. Basically, at the maximum setting, the tone square wave of
sound, which of course is not sound when outside of the normal sonic
20Hz-20Khz range, but this tone now transfers the electronic reality
into what I would call back in 1980, TRUE REALITY. At certain ranges
just beneath light speed crossover or what I called LSC back then,
the new recorded transferred reality alters or TRANSFERS into
virtually limitless altered or 'parallel' realities. In other words,
at certain ranges, this would actually pick up the dream-world, at
least sonically. Wild and utterly fantastic as this may 'sound' to
anyone, this was all real and happening. Then on top of this, I took
already created taped 'fake phone conversations' and dubbed them
across this reality line, and boom, reality around me suddenly
changed. This was not however as controllable as I had initially
thought that it could be. I learned just how deadly dangerous a lot
of this really was, after numerous unexplainable shit began to happen
around me. Things began around the very samwe time that Trump began
his career in real estate and had his father, Fred loan him a lot of
money. Trump claims this was a million dollar loan, but media sources
from those times said that he was lying and it was closer to
$47,000,000.00. Still, once I had created the full personality and
complicated structure of this 'being' on this wild KFP machine,
things began to happen around me that precisely fucking matched the
monster whom I had electronically created. He would boast and call me
“hot shot” sarcastically, telling me that he owned Atlantic City
and New York City, and this was back in 1979 and 1980 on original
tapes that later in 1981 went through my KFP system. He would tell me
that he owned boats and planes and buildings and all sorts of shit,
that he was a god and that nothing could stop him. I literally
created this monster, and must share the responsibility of the
Frankenstein that I have set upon this world. It's doubtful that even
quantum researchers would believe this story or even try to make the
leap and connect the countless doubts that would totally prove my
story to be 100 percent correct. The problem is that things don't
happen first on this physical plane of life, but rather, astrally on
the spirit plane or ASTRAL-PLANE. The truth is that Shorty who is
tall by the way, as I created him that way, wanted to come here as a
magical human, and he has done so, using my electronic metaphysics to
get here, and circumvent the lawtronics that would have otherwise
turned Trump into a fictional character inside of someone's fantasy,
some fiction writer. For example, in the parallel world where I own
the great Starburn Outreach Development, Incorporated land management
and real estate investment company, and am happy with a wonderful
family; Trump there does not physically exist, and only is part of
some fictional writer's imagination. This is why in that one
particular parallel reality, I am able to be so happy, as this
horrible cosmic stalker is not there to wipe out every single damn
facet of my entire life, ever since I left Cooley H. H. Hall, and
created this monster on that damn original tape recording machine
from that damn Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, later to be
data-transferred onto my ultimate unfathomably dangerous Keyboards
From Petahell machine in late 1980, and then causing all of my woes
to grow and grow and grow. As I typed all of this out folks, the
MILITUFORCE MIND CONTROLLERS who hated this information being typed
for posting to a public audience, have magically mind control
influenced the maintenance men or someone close to me right here and
now, to do very NOISY DRILLING AND MAKE OTHER LOUD SOUNDS, AND NO,
not liud sounds as this was another GASME-GAMES PBHE TYPO on a recent
prior blog. Then after the drilling and tool noise all terminated,
came loud shouting out in my hallway from these weirdo nabes from
hell and their ILLEGAL GUESTS! As stated, the FAWCES HATE me telling
stuff that is too major, and having anyone listen, even if they only
take it one percent seriously. They still get all bent the fuck out
of shape, otherwise, why does shit always dependable happen like this
around me, EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO ON A DAMN ROLL TO TELL MAJOR DAMN
SHIT, YYYYYYYYYYY??????????????
Another
question that I have been asked by several people over the past
decade give or take, is how come Phase-4-Entities can come to me in
dreams, that my Morianity claims is from other parallel universe
realities all coexisting around our waking world universe where we
have our bodies in a bed PHYSICALY, such as the recently retold wild
dream with two L&O detectives, one from the SVU SHOW and the
other one from the Criminal Intent SHOW, Bobby Goren and Elliot
Stabler, and have them in that wild interaction with me where Stabler
said he is going to drill me full of holes and then Goren somehow
managed to stop him from doing that horrible thing to me. The answer
is very simple, and the entire TRUMP-SHORTY story tells it all. In
one parallel reality, phase 4 beings such as Stabler and Goren manage
to make it into reality. Lawtronics usually scrambles the signals so
that the dream entity off of the Purgatory who is trying to get here
in defiance with the natural laws, is simply not permitted to get
through and is transferred into the imaginations of some fiction
writer or some other similar thing. But on rarer occasions they get
through and merely lose their natural-law defying abilities or
properties. Now the men who play the parts of these two detectives
are mere actors and they have nothing to do with anything. It is the
actual beings whom they portray in those 'L&O' shows, that are
the actual P4E from the ASTRAL-PLANE or the (Purgatory). I know these
things are not so easy to grasp. An ECK MASTER is known for saying
that the “average Earthly time period for a Chela (new student),
whom is studying enlightenment high religious orders will require 17
years to achieve mastership”. I do not say this and I am not making
that up. I am sure that anyone wishing to verify this information can
go to the ECKANKAR WEBPAGE, just GOOGLE AROUND, YO!
Life
itself is a huge loop and that is because cosmos itself is a huge
loop. The smallest small and the largest large actually do crash into
each other hyper-dimensionally, and this is the BIG BANG. It didn't
happen billions of years ago, it won't happen in countless billions
of years either. This cannot be equated in the way that the ignorant
current day scientific community sees it. They attempt to create a
mental box and endlessly merge eternity with a cosmos in a matter
state where we have STM (Space-time-Mind). Just as there is a wild
ass mystery to the human voice and the thing that makes it function,
the larynx, in relation to speed that it vibrates at with all of us,
and how this connects a very same electronic principle where faster
is higher and slower is lower. When I used electronic metaphysics to
accomplish certain desires, and strangely they began coming true in
really off the wall and unbelievable ways; in accordance with many
other enlightened concepts that I had learned and developed through
decades of inconceivable suffering at the hands of the MILITUFORCE; I
began seeing as clearly as my hand in front of my face on a clear
blue summer sky day, that recorded realities indeed conform to
transferred realities in various ways based on many wild things and
processes, and that certain combinations of tones inside of reality
within a dubbed system of play to record, just as a built in sonic
equalizer in-between the two recorders can change amounts of
increased and or decreased decibels along particular frequencies and
octaves, reality itself, just like the EQ-machine; can also be
boosted and or attenuated along exact frequency ranges, and in fact,
does so in a weird automatic way, based on just exactly what type of
program is being dubbed over electronically on the A:B crossover. In
a real condensed nutshell, what is happening is eventually, a sonic
loop quite similar to the feedback squeal heard when the mike is too
closely placed near the monitoring system, begins to create a sort of
3-D sound. In other words, where the life all around someone who is
using this 'electronic-magical-trickery', begins to actually conform
in many various ways, into the NEWLY ALTERED “RECORDED
REALITY-PATTERN”.
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
OH
KATY, OH OH KATY, WHY NOT RUN?
TELL
YOUR GAL PAL I'LL VOTE FOR HER, 'OUCH'!!!!!
KRAZY-KATYS
DAIRY QUEEN FUDGE SUNDAE ICE CREAM TREATS,
YO, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO PLANET EARTH, GREAT FOLKS OUT HERE?
Why am I the only son of a sea-cook,
that seems to know and fully be aware of the fact, that no way in
hell, can times just change this fast, and become so totally beyond
off the wall, cubed-Cuban, and then re-squared? I mean even all the
old farts that are my own dam ass age and much older than me, look at
me, most of them; and folks, I can tell they are every bit as
clueless as Poolroy-95, driving along in his Titan Security puffed up
car, and making all of WHNYUSAESMWG, talk about him! Jeepers-Creepers
PPK!
Arthur
Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, after
murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with an ax, in
their sleep. What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
IF YOU PLEASE!!!!
Now
folks, this all took place in a Boston suburb area, known as
BRAINTREE, up in wonderful great Massachusetts, where most of the
time, temperatures are so nice and cool. I LOVE YOU BOSTON, sorry
my Huntington family disgraced and embarrassed your wonderful
city. The Roxberry section was where the greatest disco diva who
ever lived, was from, Mizz DONNA SUMMER. She always used to say,
“If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be
something wrong with you somewhere”. I think this wonderful girl
was 100% on the money correct, YO!
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I didn't fucking say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, Moomy Deaest, do I need a thousand year vacation
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Boy
oh boy oh boy, Moomy Deaest, do I need a thousand year vacation
from my life here!
 
Let
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such as this, with only my beautiful lightning around 24-7-365, to
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All
right lovely little Evelyn, up in Babylon, NYUSAESMWG, back in 1968,
next door to my snooty-rick-unks place, 1t 175 Peninsula Drive, YO; I
think you knew some of the great mysterious super janitors, of the
Andy Gaines non-disco Bernie Derakowski club, and if not, then
I'll bet dimes to friggin' donuts that the old ARTS &
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than she has ever been willing to me me, SO FAR!
Maybe
if I put another five cents in Nicks great machine; I will be taken
back to that cool wild transdimensional Comcast area with the
frightening Jurassic Park animals and twisty curvy roads, and musical
amplifiers in large rooms, all over the place. LIKE WOW, R.H.M.
1)
EXPLORATRONS
2)
EXPLORATRONS
2)
EXPLORATRONS
4)
EXPLORATRONS
5)
EXPLORATRONS
6)
EXPLORATRONS
7)
EXPLORATRONS
8)
EXPLORATRONS
No
matter how often it is spoken in Morianity, or even if Morianity had
never come to Planet Earth at all, through Mountainpen, AKA the
ripped off failed musician, Mark Wayne Mohr; the reality of the
TRIUNE TREASURES of TRUTH would not be altered. Even
with all of the laws of Quantum Dynamics and Quantum Physics, all
combined,
from every physics lab on this entire planet; that may say MIND must
observe SPACE-TIME in order to create STM (Space-Time-Mind),
this TTT of ultimate indisputable reality and power, would remain,
HYPERSPACE, DREAMING, AND
01)
EXPLORATRONS
02)
EXPLORATRONS
02)
EXPLORATRONS
04)
EXPLORATRONS
05)
EXPLORATRONS
06)
EXPLORATRONS
07)
EXPLORATRONS
08)
EXPLORATRONS
09)
EXPLORATRONS
10)
EXPLORATRONS
11)
EXPLORATRONS
12)
EXPLORATRONS
Oh
yes wonderful Donna, it will be so totally all right, in the morning
lightHOUSE and yes Mister Smart-Words Microsoft, also in the morning
light!!!!!!
I
hear the rockin' robin up on J-Bird Street.
I
think he's freaking singing out his tweet-tweet-tweet.
Oh
rockin' Robin, you're really gonna' rock 2-NITE!!!
Yes,
all great COMCAST services everywhere, but that word everywhere can
mean quite a powerful and precious truth about the great Mizz McCoo's
Fifth Dimension, and I believe that my awesome kid knows way more
than she has ever been willing to me me, SO FAR!
Maybe
if I put another five cents in Nicks great machine; I will be taken
back to that cool wild transdimensional Comcast area with the
frightening Jurassic Park animals and twisty curvy roads, and musical
amplifiers in large rooms, all over the place. LIKE WOW, R.H.M.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 7
It
has rained this afternoon, steady and medium-hard, and the relative
humidity is and has been at 100%. I used to think when it rained, the
humidity had to be at 100%, but I was educated a few months back,
watching the greatest cable channel of them all, THE WEATHER CHANNEL,
that this is not necessarily the case, that it may be raining, and
the humidity may be quite less than the full 100%. I thought I knew
my onions, but I will always trust what I hear said on TWC, so long
as it isn't the guys and gals just clowning and having fun. This was
told by a meteorologist who was in their weather-lab, and I learned
something that day. Thank you, TWC!
To
me it feels 95 out there, but that is old hot screwy me. THB (The
Weather Bug) application (APP) on my PC (Personal Computer, says that
it is 71 degrees now at twenty minutes shy of five, on this late
rainy Friday afternoon, with 100% R.H., making it feel like 76. As I
said, they say it, and I believe it, I JUST SURE AS TRH ELORD, MISS
LORETTA MARY HARTMAN OF 1976, DON'T DAM FEEL IT!!!
CHAPTER
20
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW
8:41
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
24
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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For
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 cassette 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
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU:
END
TRAnsdimensional AND END TRANSMISSION.
END
TRANSMISSION.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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