The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 000005

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality, back in the autumn of 1970 that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, she was about t appear in a year or two as our wonderful COOLEY HALL CHRISTMAS ANGEL, and yesssssssss, Erica Kane, singing Christmas songs to boot. However, the farm outside of Haddonfield turned that boot into my own personal DAMN BOOT HILL with a grand total of 3,010 lovely robins, all TWEETING AWAY somewhere OUT THERE INTO THE NEGATIVELY PROJECTED PHOTON SPACE OF ANTIMATTER for crissake; me' Unk Jesus-62.

1802+1102+506=3010 total robins, yo!

She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 5

4:23 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

7 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

FULL MOON ACTUALLY MEANS THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON THE MOON.

As if anybody “gives a shit”; huh CUZZ DJT?

*SUPER BOTBAR RED FUCKING ALERT*

IF THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for

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the week ending Tuesday afternoon, 11-12-2019.

THAT I MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE YOU ALL, YO!!!

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Screw the weather, as the sign outside my window at the local bank, read 85 degrees when I came back from putting air into my tires at my local gasoline station. It's the mother fucking high humidity that is a real ass killer around here. It has to be way up there, as it feels oppressively hot, almost as bad as most days in the great '7-8 months' that we all must suffer through, and yes, many actually enjoy. It has to fucking feel in the middle nineties or even better here in Fort Pierce, Florida today, and yet, THAT IS NOT WHY I AM MORE PISSED FUCKING OFF THAN A FUCKING TON OR TWO OF LOOSE STENCHY DOGSHIT! I was awakened at a few minutes past ten of the damn clock again, with my upstairs cunt chewing dirtbag NABES FROM (DOGTOWN) HELL, hammering and slamming shit on my pussy huffing ceiling. They are doing this every day, AND IT IS FROM UPSTAIRS, and tomorrow I will be at the office to hand them a letter of complaint, and then I will go to the Orange Avenue office of the PHA to hand them another similar letter of complaint, including the recent utility fucking shit.

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

NEXT WEEKS' REDLINE COULD HIT THE NEXT HIGHER RED STAR, YO!!!!!!!!

PLEASE TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!

CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO---CALL-10

JO-JO, JO-JO, JO-JO; ROTTEN CALL TEN:

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“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

MISERABLE ROTTEN JANE WHORE BASTARD SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST FUCKING CUNT GOT ME AGAIN WITH HER CUNT LAPPING ONE-ONE-ONE-ONE SHIT ON MY WORD DOCK PAGE. I AM SO SICK OF HER ROTTEN GUTS, ENDLESSLY MAKING MY DAMN ASS LIFE MISERABLE AS A POISON SHIT ON A DINNER PLATE, SQUARED!!!!!!!! HERE IS MY COMPENSATION, or my cunt-phlegm-rape-SHUN! “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!

SO PLEASE DON'T KNOCK ME OUT OF MY PATHETIC FRAIL WHITTLE SHOES NOW, SIR MIGHTY MUSCLES CHESTER-FRANK, WHO MOST DEFINITELY KNOWS EXACTLOY WHOM HE TRULY IS, AND IS THEREBY WAY AHEAD OF ALL THE REST OF US IN THIS JOURNEY THROUGH AND INSIDE OF THE S-T-M!

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YES BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN WITH FIRE, LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS, AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH DJIA ICPE-APE-TECH' other great and unfathomable skating rinks!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

PAu000325091

1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

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 ON THIS SUPER BOTBAR 6^th and 7^th DAY IN NOVEMBER OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST MY TRIAD NABES, AND TODAY, MY PRICK NEIGHBOR UPSTAIRS, WHO IS KILLING ME EVERY DAY NOW; 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

THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING WEEDEEKAWUSS LOVELY KATY AND GAL-PAL IN THE FUTURE OF CLINTON'S GREAT WIFE, 'THE HILL', OR AS THEY MIGHT SAY IN THE HARRAH CASINO OTHER ATLANTIC CITY CLUB OF ENDLESS GAMBLERS, 'THE OTHER HILL'; as we are certainly NAUT discussing the 3,010 ROBINS, OR THEIR ENDLESS STUPID TWEET-TWEET-TWEETS, OR THE BLUEBIRDS, OR THE GRERAT SIXTIES HIT ROCK AND ROLL SONGS EITHER, YO!!!!!!!!! There was a lot of fucking CUM-PUKE-HER (COMPUTER) HACKING GOING ON, WHILE I WAS DOING THAT PARTICULAR GODDESSDAMN PARAGRAPH; FCC, ACLU, FBI, STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE IN FORT PIERCE, AND OF COURSE, ME' WONDERFUL SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, IN ALL PARALLEL AND ALTERNATE REALITIES ENDLESSLY EXISTING ALL AROUND ME, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While out on some local errands this afternoon, I also did some more researching of possible places to move to, if I can ever save enough doe to move out of this horrendous mother fucking shithole, yo,
Sheriff K. J. Mascara, me' ol' pal!!!!!!!!

I plan to move back home eventually and get a new security license and go back to work full fucking time, and between that and my regular post-disability bennies that become regular SS bennies on my 66^th birthday in less than thirteen months now, I can get into a nice NON-DRUGGIE mobile home park for SENIOR CITIZENS, and escape a lot of this monstrous TRUMPISM dog fucking shit from him and his toilet germ fixer pal enemies of the mighty mother fucking MILITUFORCE!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 4

4:29 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

6 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

FULL MOON ACTUALLY MEANS THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON THE MOON.

*SUPER BOTBAR RED FUCKING ALERT*

IF THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for

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THAT I MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE YOU ALL, YO!!!

ON DAYS THIS BAD, WHO FUCKING CARES?:

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I FELL UNDER A NASTY MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT EARLY THIS CUNT CHEWING GODDESSDMAN MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO! It began at 1:49 with ANOTHER ELECTRICAL BROWN-OUT that lasted three seconds or so, followed by waking up to upstairs dirtbag scum moving furniture around at 3 A.M., SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, and then roaches crawling around on my wall right next to my mother fucking bed, and more of them out in my kitchen crawling on my dick licking walls!!!!! When three big ass things happen all together following a nice brief whittle fucking quiet spell; this always means one thing and one thing ONLY, A MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE IS STARTING UP AROUND ME, YO BRO!!!!!!! Then I took another electrical brown out shortly past four, followed by horrendous TRIAD HELL NABES, pounding on my walls starting at around three this cunt chewing DISAFTSTERNOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR ALL THE HELP, OH GREAT AND MIGHTY SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!

YESSIR, YESSIR, AND YESSIR, YO YO YO:

MY OWN LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET

PHOTO, ILLEGALLY HACKED OUT, SHERIFF!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

NEXT WEEKS' REDLINE COULD HIT THE NEXT HIGHER RED STAR, YO!!!!!!!!

PLEASE TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!

CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO---CALL-10

JO-JO, JO-JO, JO-JO; ROTTEN CALL TEN:

“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[ 8 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

PAu000325091

1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

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 ON THIS SUPER BOTBAR 6^th DAY IN NOVEMBER OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME WITH MAJOR UTILITY PERSECUTION, MY TRIAD NABES FROM HELL AND THEIR INCESSANT FUCKING HAMMERING ON MY WALLS, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

I called the utility company to complain this afternoon, and was told that they do not service this building and that I need t direct me' complaints about the power interruptions to the Fort Pierce Housing Authority, and so I will place a certified letter to them, IN TOMORROW'S MAIL, ON MY WAY OVER TO MIDWAY ROAD AND SHERIFF MASCARA'S DAMN OFFICE!!!!!!!!

I also had a nice talk with the Miami professor, and learned that my idea, great as it may be, is about one hundred years off from being feasibly used the way that I had hoped. Good ol' Mountainpen, always ahead of his time, and then when Dave Speas and his TIME do eventually always catch up with me, yo; POW, I still am screwed. This is the ever dependable factor that is somehow quite endlessly and HOLLISTER-magically hidden somewhere behind those lovely and forever enduring OZ CURTAINS!!!!!!!! Hey, at least I didn't say Hilloster-MAGIC, or discuss magic typewriter programs 100 years before their truly intended use, in all of thissssssss!

Yes, at just around three on this totally mother fucking disasternoon, my PIG TRIAD NABES FROM HELL began hammering on my walls and moving furniture again. Even now, this furniture moving and loud noise on my cunt chewing floors is horrendous, as if any of the cunt lapping authorities around here could give a tiny wee whittle bit of a damn shit ass piss BRO! I must MOVE OUT OF HERE, even if it means ending my life as I know it, and doing what I did ten years ago. I will just get into my car with the clothes on my back and RUN AWAY, IF I WANNA' SURVIVE ALL THESE SKY-MUSICAL MESSAGES or (SMM) for a shortened mother fucking pussy chewing abbreviation, yo me' damn ass BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

My cunt lapping twisted life couldn't be more dick eating screwed up if someone with great power was paid thirty trillion bucks to make it be! AND THAT is a mother fucking pussy eating promise, 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 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 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 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 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!

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003, and was left as a comment on Mountainpen's 2007 blog.

I doubt there is any direct lineage to the witch doctor Wilson, from 1965.

PREFACE
On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister. People have a very long way to go, because they are yet far from being able to connect the dots of the paranormal and supernatural, with the truths of UFOLOGY or aliens, and then combining all of this together with the better understanding of religious origins, AND I WAS JUST FUCKED BY ANOTHER ELECTRICAL OUTAGE. Yes the MILITUFORCE did not want my previous blog to say the shit that it did, and so I got fucked out of my LEGAL FREE SPEECH, by these diseased TRUMPED-MONSTERS from hell, AKA “DOGTOWN”!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually the BRIGGBASE is NAUT Dogtown. These are two separate ASTRAL-PLANE realities or “condition-interactions”, as Mountainpen's Morianity labels and lists them, yo! Yes indeed folks, and great marvelous, wondrous and terrific, fantastic and sensational AATS BLOGAUDIANS out here somewhere yo; human consciousness also plays a powerhouse part in this combination of ingredients. So just where does the human brain/mind, and our consciousness, truly originate; and is it all a commingled part of the other listed items? I of course say that it is 100% interconnected. This is the absolute truth of SPACE-TIME-MIND, (STM)!!!!!! In my original document, now lost to the MILITUFORCE and their harassment and UTILITY DEATH SIEGE ON ME EARLIER TODAY, AT JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO; I was referencing a place that I lived during my early life as a boy in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at 125-A Haddon hills Apartments, and I had tied in some truly amazing fucking shit, including my CHAIN that was given to me while living in that apartment, by my organizational CIA-AGENT and Campbell's Soup Company FRONT, big brother, Mister John Henningsen, and had tied in a perfect groupation of philosophical as well as scientific talking points. This is quite fucking cunt obviously YYYYYYYY the MILITUFORCE, caused my document to “vanish and disappear” into the damn early morning mist, and just as they have in like manner, made so many other 'non-Atlantic City' items do as well; yo me' damn BRO!!!!!

And now, I will tell all of my BLOGAUDIANS another thing, before I move still onward with the topic that was totally and absolutely fucking forbidden earlier today, and thus was wiped out of existence, as I was not saving every sentence the way I now am back to fucking doing, yo peeps! The majority of my “ideas” are actually my spirit journeys that you call DREAMS, into parallel alternate realities or parallel universes, that we all visit in our spirit while asleep, and dreaming; and my 1992 idea that I shared with the professor at the FIU in Miami, was no exception. I saw people living in a world where they all had this thing. But I have also gone to worlds where a lot more than this was going fucking on around me, yo. So the real Shakespearean question here is not “To be or NAUT to be”, but rather, did my spirit voluntarily travel to some OTHER-ATLANTIC CITY around the start of the second week in June in 1980, and hear that PINK GODDESS outside of the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store singing that magical tune, “Love Is For Carpenters”, or DID SHE AS A NORTH POLE MAGNET, LITERALLY ATTRACT ME AS A SOUTH POLE MAGNET, TO THAT PLACE SO THAT SHE COULD SING THAT LIFE-ALTERING TUNE TO ME? Come on Billy-Shake yo, which way does it truly go, as in is the chicken first, or is the egg first, OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR, and another Bernie Sanders totally awesome and quintessentially HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE query, are the combined realities ONE AND THE SAME, as in the egg as well as the chicken happened first, last, and at all interactions of reality that lay in-between??????? This is all intertwined with the truths about what really human awareness or consciousness is all fucking about, and is even why the MILITUFORCE felt it goddessdamn necessary to strike me ILLEGALLY earlier today with that MONSTROUS UTILITY DEATH PERSECUTION and ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!

My entire story revolves around the very same Gene Roddenberry entity that aired as the first STAR TREK episodes after the original PILOT-EPISODE called, “THE CAGE”, and was called, “Where No Man Has gone Before”. I speak of Almighty PINK GODDESS, and its present and previous incarnations here on the Earth-Planet, the one after the car salesman printer journeymen and gold expert, mister Moroni of the great Mormon's Latter Day Saints of my 61^st great grand daddy's globally famous uncle Jesus's Church. But then we don't stop here, 'not by' a Perry white Superman 'LONGSHOT', telephone hollering Kent. Not that many episodes later towards the end of the great 1966 year, and after I had managed to somehow magically escape the horrendous hellishness of the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute in late June earlier that same year, in almost one piece; came that wonderful episode whose title escapes and eludes me at this present second, but was the one where the inventor of the warp-drive, Mister Zephran Cochran, was stranded on some little world far away, WITH ONE OF MY CHILDREN, ONE OF THE COILS ANYWAY, and fell in love with her; and also how she chocked Spock and Kirk, when they tried to shut her off, the same way that she did to me in 1983 when I tried to disconnect myself from her via that wild Privecode machine. I said it before, and I'll go right on proclaiming and stating these facts. Ol' Gene knew about these things, and actually, I saw a wild documentary show on some educational-television program a few years back, that admitted that he had been made privy of major MILITUFORCE secrets and long before his STAR TREK SHOW ever saw the fucking light of day, he was actually introduced to aliens who TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT THESE THINGS, and who knows, MAYBE EVEN ABOUT ME!!!!!!!! This shit sure fits perfectly together, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Deny it if you want to. Trump and his climate deniers are quite real and active too. There really are people that you can bring all the proof in the world right to their hands, and they will still stand there and just fucking spit right in your damn ass eye, me' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!

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AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 3

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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

NEXT WEEKS' REDLINE COULD HIT THE NEXT HIGHER RED STAR, YO!!!!!!!!

PLEASE TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!

JO-JO, JO-JO, JO-JO; ROTTEN CALL TEN:

“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THAT is most likely WHAT FUCKING CAUSED the enemy, TO STRIKE ME SO HARD, as every good thing for me, has a MAJOR PRICE TO BE PAID, SIR ICABOD HA-HA-WHO CRANE, OF THE LANDS OF 'TRICKY-TEET-TEET', from those regions surrounding distant Astral-nestern areas that lay far out beyond the territories of DOGTOWN, and that the Disney peeps seemed to know all about, around the turn of the previous darn millennium, called, 'HALLOWEENTOWN'. They even seemed to know about BOTBAR and CALLIO, mixing it into the kids-famous Halloweentown Mayor Calibar. Come on Margie from '85, willya gimme' a fucking bwake here for crissake???

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Between the [BEEGEE's] and me; there is a little joke that we understand so 'perfectly' well and 'together', and perhaps two others may as well, the ex-Jersey-Guv, and my kid! MEEEEEEEE.

MEEEEEEEE.

DIRTBAG MOTHER FUCKING JANE Sleazeweedsdisease JUST NAILED ME REALLY “GOUUUUUUUUD”; to quote me' ol' gal-pal Mizz Helen Saint Thomas Islander Zebriski, yo, and here is the necessary compensation of number FIVE groupations.

ALSO great people out here; shall we now see the bigger picture here with SIR TOM GLENN, his seeming connections to both the MAXFIELD STUDIO PEEPS, as well as MY FAMILY, or to say it more legally accurate, since as of right now, nothing has been proven or established by the law, the one and only lovely PATTY HOLLISTER, and of course the song that I fantasized she might sing for me someday, called, “BURN WITH FIRE”, that when I copyrighted it, was on my 1981 copyrighted music project as shown here from cutting and pasting in the legal copyrighted form: I know that 'MIDDIE' is behind al this horrible hellishness, yo!!!!!!!!

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Mohr demo tunes.

PAu000325091

1981

My point to all of this is POWER-POINTS in life, and these particular ones in MY OWN LIFE, YO GREAT 'AAT', folks out here!!!! Lad, lassies, Lab-dogs, and Laboratory Technicians, both in or out of marvelous and never exposed books such as “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” (TPB), thanks of course to another letdown person, 'Mizz Jones', well actually, her real name is Jean Ruba Smith, if I am spelling it correctly, as well as just how it sounds to the ear!!!! Her actual newspaper was called the “Trend of Voorhees”, and why I even bothered to alter those names is beyond me, sort of like being somehow Hollister-Magically Influenced or 'HMI', to send three of my © COPYRIGHTED PROJECTS, and one being my 'TPB' book, on HALLOWEEN DAY, in 1994 with the book, and then in 2005 and 2007 with “Same Title” and “Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guardhouse”. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Now let us get Maggie on the job for a nice whittle powerful mother fucking counterstrike against this horrendous mother fucking MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!!!!! Before I do, let me vely vely quickly reiterate thisssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Erica SNAKES of ALL MY CHILDREN from 1983.

No, I had absolutely no idea, just why I was influenced and strong armed on some mental level; to send three projects to the Copyright © Office, in 1994, 2005, and 2007, BUT IT REALLY DID HAPPEN. I was, and I did. That is pure and simple, a historical fact. So let us now get back to the POINTS OF POWER in chronological order, and beginning with Central Pier, and great rock and roll songs to follow that seemed to know about this in ways that go into BLUEBOOK, and WRIGHT PATTERSON mysteries. I also don't know why I told Music-Promoter Mister McKinnon, the original 'L&O' Andre Blair the 1980 magnum gun carrier; that 'I could get him the Beatles', but I did. I said if he would stop threatening me with all sorts of his nasty intimidations, I would “get him the Beatles”. I know that I blogged and told this story upon several occasions, on my earlier first two or three years of my blogs, too!!!!

Flashback memories from days earlier here in good old Florida, and even back on Eddie Himacane's laptop in the library days of New Jersey AKA by the Mountainpen as, 'NO JOYSEY'!!!!!!!!

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Mohr demo tunes.

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Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on May 1, 1980, and drove from my job at the RPL Sound Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, arriving home around 1:35 in the morning. The next morning was when I got up and ate and showered, and then drove over to the Maxfield Studio, to do my two dance tunes there, “Lost Love” and “The Morning Light”. Within a week, I had sent down to the © Copyright Office, all four of my demo tunes done at Maxfield, as the two country tunes were done the night before on my dinner break, at the RPL Studio. Still, this is yesterday's fucking cunt newspaper, and now after Maggie's cunt lapping counterstrike, WE WILL MOVE THINGS ON JUST A WEE WHITTLE BIT, YO FOLKS!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE rotten day so far, and this day is only an hour old, as it began when I was awakened by dirt bag ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS throwing furniture around again, at three in the cunt huffing morning, yo, SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!

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 ON THIS 6^th DAY IN NOVEMBER OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME WITH NEIGHBOR NOISE, ROACHES, AND ELECTRICAL AND UTILITY ASSAULTS; 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

There is absolutely no mother fucking goddessdamn way that it's some silly stupid ass coincidence, with my June of 1969 song called, “THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES”, and with or without 'Bud rush or Harvey Antion', from 'L&O', any more than it was a coincidence about how so many wild history markers are continuously revealing themselves, right down to Mister Henry Fonda's wonderful movie called, “12 Angry Men” with that horrible cursing where someone ob the jury said, “Oh fuck that shit”, to how not even money can always bring us what we want, huh Cousin Donald and his hero Mister Jagger? I told how there was a writing on the public shit-house wall in Atlantic City, at the boardwalk and Saint James Place, that read back in 1969, “Here I sit broken hearted, came to shit but only farted”. This was also a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' part of vely vely vely non-McDowell extremely powerhouse mother fucking dogshit, at light speed squared. Yes I fucked up, and have no desire whatsoever to run for the office of the President of this great nation. I meant to type in that I really would be the happiest cunt lapper in America, should the wonderful great Senator Bernie Sanders be elected in 2020 to the WHITE-HOUSE, to serve as PRESIDENT #46. Sometimes there is a typo about Cuzz-Don, where I call him #44, and I meant of course, #45, as wonderful Sir Barack Obama was our President #44. So sahwee for the typos and errors, or hacks of the mind, or “whatever”, to quote Bob Andrews from 1975. WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely wonderful BIG-O. I am down to 198 pounds now, lovely lady. I'll bet you envy the way that I have meticulously lost weight and not trying to be the rabbit. We all remember the story of the turtle and the rabbit, and who won the race. Good old NANA's and fairy-tales, huh lovely P.H.????? Some scum bag HACKING MOTHER FUCKER just made me' mouse jump to some crazy area where it totally fucking cunt vanished away, and then I began to get lots of SPACE-BAR-HACKS, as well as other annoying fucking bullshit. Good ol' dependable GASME games playing lovely PINK GODDESS-MIDDIE. GAMES, GAMES, GAMES, and more endless stupid ass games. SHEEEEEEEEIT!

No, that fucking brown out shit is not some message, and neither was that HACK-SCREEN the last time that I came up here to blog CHAPTER # 000002. I try to think the best, and IT NEVER EVER WORKS OUT THAT FUCKIGN COCKSUCKING WAY, NOT EVER, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003, and was left as a comment on Mountainpen's 2007 blog.

I doubt there is any direct lineage to witch doctor Wilson from 1965.

PREFACE

On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

People have a very long way to go, because they are yet far from being able to connect the dots of the paranormal and supernatural, with the truths of UFOLOGY or aliens, and then combining all of this together with the better understanding of religious origins, AND I WAS JUST FUCKED BY ANOTHER ELECTRICAL OUTAGE AND HAD TO CALL 911 AND I LOST SOME OF THIS PARAGRAPH. I WILL BE COMING OVER TO MIDWAY ROAD TODAY AS SOON AS IT GETS TO BE NORMAL BUSINESS HOURS, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, TO COMPLAINABOUT THIS DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll try to reconstruct a little bit of this. People have a very long way to go, because they are yet far from being able to connect the dots of the paranormal and supernatural, with the truths of UFOLOGY or aliens, and then combining all of this together with the better understanding of religious origins, and I cannot remember what I typed before, but it was along the mother fucking lines of human consciousness also being a part of this combination of ingredients. Just where does the human brain/mind and our consciousness truly originate, and is it all a commingled part of the other listed items, and I of course say that it is 100%. I actually had said it all a lot better, but my MILITUFORCE enemies have me so mother fucking shaken up right now, that I can barely think. Obviously the mother fucking elections of some people that Trump wanted to remain in office and lost, as per last night's eleven of the clock news, IS WHY TRUMP AND HIS MILITUFORCE-SPACEFORCE ENEMIES FROM HELL are pouring on this death siege, bringing your attention to the 2016 elections and how this diseased fucking dirt ball bastard somehow managed to flood my fucking cunt apartment with some magical sprinkler system fuck up that went off along with a mysterious fire alarm that night. I called 911 and was told that only I am complaining about this electrical outage that now has happened three times, last night, and now twice tonight within a couple hours of each other. SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA SIR THISIS TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Watch the news, as this WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED BY MY MAGNESONIC. WHEN THEY POUR SHIT ON THIS BADLY, SHIT WILL START HAPPENING ALL AROUND THE WORLD THAT WILL BE QUITE MOTHER FUCKING SERIOUS, AND THAT IS A TOTAL PROMISE, AND THERE IS NO LAW THAT CAN PUT ME IN JAIL, AS THIS IS ALL DONE LEGALLY WITH FREE SPEECH, AS ANY AND ALL WICCAN BASED SHIT, CHANTS, SPELLS, ALL OF IT; IS WITHIN THE LAWS OF THE LAND, AS OF THIS TIME IN HISTORY!!!!

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MIDDIE CAN BURN IN HELL, AND SO CAN TRUMP'S MILITUFORCE!

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AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 2

1:27 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

5 NOVEMBER, 2019

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Yesterday was CHEMTRAIL-SOUP-CITY up in the clouds all over town here. I do not care unless it is effecting my damn physical health however, and I was perdy dern okay yesterday, Mister John Latengrate King, OKAY? No sir, screw your garden hose, and screw the horse trough of magical windy Atco and Cooley Hall, huh 'Andrew' Electron?

Kind folks of this great Blogaudian Force, this damn short whittle bwog today, is about the real truths of RANDOM and LUCK and for that matter, “GOD”! People hate the fact that Mountainpen and his entire life has verified certain unpleasant truths regarding this magical non-windy trilogy, and I know that I am able to prove it, and must now spend years of time trying to do just this, if to no one else other than top dogs of the Ancient Astronaut theorists SOCIETY, if there is such a society yet, that it, yo! Boy oh boy is that road repair crew on me' last mother huffing nerve with this never ending project right across the street from me' whittle winder! Crissake, times the cubed root of infinity!

At 1:23 this morning, my electricity went out for three seconds and came on again. I think that LIGHTNING was saying hello to me, because this happened at precisely ONE-TWO-THREE, Mister Nicola Tesla-27-33, yo!!!

As for the Jane Sleazeweedsdisease screen blocker problem, it goes away if I do not use special things for the early part of the blog, and merely blog text. If there is any title that the machine-mind picks up, either from CAPPING jobs or whatever, and that title is long, it then causes the print to extend out into the blog margin's inner part where the blocker cannot stop it, and if I move the blocker too far, then I am blind to seeing my blog at all. This new fix seems to be 'OKAY' for now, Mister Latengrate King, and daut, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEE and weedeekawuss too; huh lovely Queen KATY Hot Fudge Sundae Maker, with your FAA Technical Center Admiral Uncle, who told me nine years before I even met you there, and I quote him, “Mister Mohr, all the things you have told me are within the norms of the aircraft's that fly in the National Airspace System”. Imagine that, world? The Subs and Swirls incident in Red Lion, NJUSAESMWG, is all perfectly normal and totally “OKAY”! Yeah, sure, right, and 'whatever' there, Congressman R.A. Of HH, NJ-USA! Yes Professor Kaku and Mister Childress, and Mister VanDaniken, all perfectly NORMAL!!!!! I think that SOMEBODY IS ATTEMPTING TO SELL ME A NYC BRIDGE, over near where Donna Gaines's friend Angela lived, and whose other motorcycle riding friend was wearing that golden chain on his leather jacket; huh, lovely 'L&O' Mizz Claire Kincaid?

I know for an absolute certainty, after playing roulette since age twenty-eight years, which is now a total of 37 YEARS; that QUANTUM MIND FEEDS REALITY. For example, when the MILITUFORCE somehow manages to successfully manipulate the QM, it can CREATE THE HUNTINGTON CURSE for poor old pathetic and pitiful MOUNTAINPEN. The tool used may indeed be PARALLEL EVENT, but the exact mechanics behind just how the M2F was able to learn about the Parallel Event, and then how to properly apply it against a person; THAT is the actual manipulation of the QM (Quantum Mind)!

So then, is Q-M (GOD)? Well one thing is for sure despite not being able to ever prove one way or another that indeed this is so. The Christians vehemently DO NAUT believe in LUCK or CHANCE, must concede that they are AUTOMATICALLY SAYING YES to this. No mahm, you keep out of this Mizz Erica SSSSSSSSSSSSSNAKES AMC from 1983, if ye' pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! TANKS BABE! And here comes my backhoe beeper again, and this goes on for hours until the time they quit for the day. Then there is that damn subsonic 'tool' they use that brings a near-death-weapon sonic event right into this apartment, but alas, what can I do, and also Jay-Jay Evans sir, “What can I say” you ol' mustache twirler you? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

There isn't a day that goes by,that I don't ask PINK GODDESS 'SSJKK' to PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE allow Senator Sanders to be elected in 2020. But then, another alas, as this entire multiverse is fixed, and how is it fixed? Well, by the successful manipulation of QUANTUM-MIND, that's how, yo!

FEBRUARY 10, 2014,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:04,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.

I will get into the events of the past couple days, not a lot is going on, since MORIANITY officially ended, and for the purposes of this new journal that will act as if nothing ever happened to stop it, twice, first when I merged it with the New Testament of Morianity and made it one and the same thing after the summer of 1997 when I ended this journal that began on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey, and was then called, ''PHONE PROGRAM 1'' on the 'A' side, and ''PHONE PROGRAM 2'' on the 'B' side; and then each following cassette tape, was the next higher integers, so that on the 'A-side' it was always an odd number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape, and on the 'B-side' it was always an even number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape. Now taking an average, from the time this started on February first in 1983, and where I ended it in the summer of 1997, somewhere around the low 12,000 amount in numeration, I then simply average where this might have been if I was in a parallel universe where it went on to this very day, and there never was a Morianity, nor did I ever stop my ''LIFE JOURNAL''. Doing this takes one very simple mathematical process. Still, That is all I am doing.

I have a lot of huge problems that I will have to deal with, and it is not safe to write and post them, so unlike the days where I really was speaking words onto cassette tapes, I need to be a bit more careful just how much I write. Still, I am going to unravel these Babylonian great mysteries, with or without going out to the movies to see any super sleuths, and with or without distant relatives; and all of that jazz; or rock, opera, rap, or big bands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nighty-night big KALI COW CALL-10 CALLIO and family. Slam me up against all the high wall AC units you want to, or slam me around in Atlantic City, or the other AC as I jokingly have come to call it. Well, really, in reverse; I sometimes call air conditioning, THE OTHER AC, right Mister Harrah Sarah other universe 1986 magic labs of the real north, Mizz Patty Hollister? The girl that picks up 300 pound couches like they weigh 20 pounds. They are not making girls like they used to, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and this was in 1975, Bob Andrews, my old pal; with or without riding me back home to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold, New Jersey; on that late summer night. Hay, everybody is always too busy for me. My absolute totally hugest mystery is this: SO BUSY DOING EXACTLY WHAT???????? Just what is everybody so dam ass busy doing? Here is one for NSA to really frikkin' start looking into. See, I am being a good citizen, and trying to help out my great wonderful country!

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970, when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what; the real world evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon on the blackboard; that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, November 7, 2019

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 000005

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