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NIGHTMARES ALL LAST NIGHT HAPPENED TO ME, WHERE I WAS BACK IN
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I WAS HAVING MONSTROUS THINGS HAPPENING TO ME! ONE OF THEM WAS THAT
ALL OF THE SHIT IN MY TRAILER HAD BEEN STOLEN,
AND I WAS THINKING HOW 'I AM NOW IN THE SAME DAMN
BOAT WITH THE BOOB-NABE NEXT TO ME IN THE TRAILER TO THE SOUTH OF
MINE, BY THE NAME OF RICH, ONLY NAME OR NO NAME, HE
WAS NAUT RICH, AND IN FACT LIKE ME, WAS EXTREMELY DAMN
POOR'; SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS, SIR.
PLEASE FIND A WAY TO USE MY MAGICAL
INFORMATION, TO GET INTO THE 1600 'PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE'
'JOINT; IN 'WASH YOUR HANDS WASHINGTON',
13-600; OH WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WITHOUT YOU, THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS GONNA' BE
FREAKING LOST, YO!!!!!!!!!!
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I
AM UNDER A MAJOR THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
AND IT CAME ON ME VERY MOTHER FUCKING EARLY
THIS YEAR,
AND WILL
NAUT BACK OFF ME, MIZZ BLAKE
FROM 1983; FAITHFUL
EMPLOYEE OF THE NIGHTY AT&T CORPORATION,
IN THE ANNOYANCE CALLER BUREAU, AT LEAST THEN. Here is what's going
fucking on today, so far, in a 'dual' non record-player type of
persecution, often used on me. Although the aerial assault is distant
with buzzing planes not real close, they are there and their presence
is definitely not within the norms that other peeps get to experience
in their daily lives unless they should be living a mile or two from
a private-airport somewhere. But my DUAL attacks are mainly part of a
MAJOR GROUND SIEGE by this demonic evil mother fucking MILITUFORCE,
and here is what is being done to me, SHERIFF
MASCARA,
and crooked Fort
Pierce City Council
who allows the PUBLIC
HOUSING SYSTEM here in their town to run EXTREMLY MAJOR CORRUPTLY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND YESSSSSSSSSS LOVELY ERICA SNAKES 1983
ALL MY CHILDREN TV-SHOW GIRL; I
WILL ABSOLUTELY EXPLAIN WHAT I AM REFERRING TO HERE, ME' DAMN ASS
BROADCASTED
BROS OUT HERE, YO!!!!!!!!!
I
went out to my pharmacy to purchase some Mountain
Dew
12-Pack ON-SALE
sodas as well as a few 'Cadbury'
'Caramello' Bars.
I had to just add those two words in italics, to my Mike-Soft
Hellwrecker (Spellchecker) dictionary, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE huh Sir
Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows who the hell he is, placing
him way ahead of most of the rest of us poor mere 'DAMN' ass mortals,
huh Senator Sanders? I also went to my local branch-store Toronto
Dominion Bank, AKA its abbreviated name, TD-BANK, to check on some
balances. Aniwho folks, lots of LOUD CAR STEREOS WERE BLASTING ALL
OVER AND AROUND ME, in an absolutely non-coincidental fashion. Then
when I drove back home to my non Patricia Hollister (PH) Building
here at 7th
Street and Avenue B, a tall African-American (AA) man, about six feet
one or two and medium build and age approximately in his thirties,
approached me and said, “Give
me your bag”.
I was holding my 'Publix-Bag', as they sell these bags for a dollar,
and where I had placed my candy and also a couple cans of Progressive
Soup, and I also keep my emergency phone for any automobile
breakdowns in that bag as well, along with my water bottle and the
mail that I had also just retrieved on my way out from the
Building-Community-Room. I ignored the dude and managed to safely get
into the building with my magnetic pass key, SHERIFF MASCARA, but I
am still shaky and upset by this rotten gangster assault, and
potentially
very bad shituation.
When I told the SO-CALLED
'CRIME-STOPPER' SECURITY MAN AT THE DESK,
here at this non-Patty-Hollister building, what had just happened to
me; he just ignores me, and won't do a damn
thing, Senator
Sanders.
When I first moved here, this place had two things that once I got
here, slowly were no longer available to me as a resident, and an
endlessly ON-TIME-RENT-PAYER HERE FOR GOING ON NINE FUCKING YEARS
NOW, COME EARLY 2020 SPRING TIME. One of those two things were video
camera surveillance, and the other thing were those great annual
POLICE LED INTERVIEWING OF TENANTS, where these fine officers would
ask us if we were having any problems with either GANGS,
(ol' buddy Sticks Larken), of that marvelous TV-show called
“LIVE-PD”,
or any other bad-guy related CRIME PROBLEMS. Now,
there is no more camera surveillance, and no more annual police
interviews.
The hell with poor little me, let me get mugged or eventually killed,
HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
OF FLORIDA'S 'HA-HA-HA' GREAT AND WONDERFUL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, IN
THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!
Hey,
the world thinks that I am just anangry old piss-fart man with
nothing better to do with his fucked up life than to sit around
bitching, moaning, complaining, and wishing everybody to go to
fucking DOGTOWN. Well, any one of you out here having to live MY
TOTALLY HELLISH NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTENCE FOR
ONE YEAR, would be insane and locked up in a crazyass-looney bin
'FOR-FRO' CRYIN' OUT GODDESSDAMN LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday,
December 6, 2015
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I
am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT, is
causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose
and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now, and
soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass
drop. I know how all of this shit works, and I should. It has been
going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED
THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST, IN THE
YEAR OF 1986. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LADS
AND LASSIES, THIS IS TOTAL ASS
PROOF
OF MY 5,000 POINT DOW JONES
UPWARD
MOVE PREDICTION IN 2015 THAT CAME TOTALLY TRUE, YO: For anyone in
legal authority who still wishes to doubt this reality, they can
always contact the TD-Ameritrade
peeps
as I am sure my phone conversations with one of their agents from
2015 or so, IS STILL ON SOME CORPORATE FILE SOMEWHERE IN BANKING
SECRECY. Hey, I love the great TD-BANK, but I am a realist. All
big business is about making HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE amounts of fucking
loot,
and if done legally as my great bank always does, then I HAVE
ABSOLUTELY NO 'DAMN' PROBLEM WITH IT;
OH GREAT WONDERFUL MARVELOUS SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS, SIR!!!!!!!!!
So
WEEEEEEEEE THAT, and hey beautiful Katy-Queen from Abseacon in 1997,
is this weelwee weelwee weelwee weelwee weelwee still totally ass
WEEDEEKAWUSS???????
Mike 1971 McNulty would kick in right about here with his
now-globally-famous, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Of Mountainpen)
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I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ou
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person
from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this.
Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“AND
THAT'S JUST FUCKING REALITY”; MISTER
DENNIS SNYDER.
I AM POWERLESS TO STOP THE GREAT COVERT-FASCITAR CREW, SO LAUGH AT ME
ALL YOU WANT TO, OLD PAL FROM FOOLEY-COOLEY, SIR RUSSEL THAXTON.
PLEASE, NO MORE HADDON AVENUE MEAN COMMENTS NOW!
Yes
lovely 'DAWN-NIGHTMARE-WOMAN'; “BRING
IT ON” THREE
TIMES OVER:
ARE
YOU GAINING SOME WEIGHT HERE GIRL???
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THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB; YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
POUTY
LITTLE GIRL PHOTO FOR CAPPING:
Looks
like Merry Hollister at about age 4 or 5.
(POOLROY-95)-----Black
man looking all spaced out and wild:
DAWN-MARIE
KING LOOK-ALIKE, TWINBAY-2.
Photo
below.
SMILING
MAN WITH MISSING FRONT TOOTH
PHOTO
BELOW.
The
crying man holding out his arms:
SO
HOW FUCKING FAIR IS THIS? THEY PERSECUTE ME THE MINUTE THE MOTHER
FUCKING GOD DAM STOCK MARKET OPENED UP, AND THIS ALLOWED THEM TO GAIN
AN ILLEGAL 350 POINTS OR SO, AND THIS IS WHY SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, IT
HAS GAINED THIS RIDICULOUS ABSURD RALLY, THAT WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN
POSSIBLE WITHOUT HURTING ME, AND IS WHY I FULLY INTEND TO SUE WALL
STREET SOME DAY, FOR ONE TRILLION MOTHER FUCKING DOLLARS; MISTER
PRESIDENT OBAMA, KIND SIR. AND I'LL GET IT TOO.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Some
people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being pummeled
and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product of a really
rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the star clusters are
stacked against them, or some such hocus freaking pocus, and all
great Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 39
years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great
Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he
was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I
will quote them, “Mark, damn it, I've been submarined”.
The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program doesn't
even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to their
dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure
as Store High
In Transport
ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah
I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's
Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi
put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised,
at that turkey? Maybe because I'm getting used to getting submarined
a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think this looks like an
upside down boat, anyway. I guess that eighty-sixes my whittle bwog
and me trying to be cwever and cwoot, huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!!
Enough of this stupid prishy garbage.
Time
is very meaningless to a realized-Purgatite. I am indeed what can be
labeled as a REALIZED PURGATITE. It could be the year 1745 or 2259.
It just does NAUT matter to me, yo peeps!!!!!!!!!! What can I say???
The
FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law
enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister
Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new
organization. One day when I was a small child of late single
digit age if I am correctly remembering the story told to me by my
mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their
Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job at the Lavino
Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British
firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her
husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he
did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in
this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more
famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI
was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she told
them that they weren't in contact with each other at the time. She
was being completely honest, but as well all know from watching
any kind of cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just
believe stuff, and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their
job. I fully get that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day
after a few times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory.
She was dating a top general in the United States Army at the
time, and were quite bosom close, and planning a possible
marriage, until Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving
cancer, that went onto take her not that far later on in time.
Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot
of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new life I
live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fuckiGN
world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to
have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times,
and have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for
anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the
late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of
my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving,
and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to
pass onto, other than for a very ungrateful daughter.
Well
folks, no one can say that lovely things are not wonderful. Be it
nature of heavenly bodies of all types, or a simple sunset or
moonrise. Diana's lovely full moon was so gorgeous and terrific
last night. 'IWALU' my moon!!!!!
IWALU
PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME,
FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Give
my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit
Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
The
mother fucking (`~HACK) is hitting me, and earlier a lot of both
(Word-DISDEE-Hacks) as well as (Space-Bar-Hacks) were mother fucking
striking me, FCC and FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED BRO!
Now I am getting more MOUSE-JUMP-HACKS as well, SHERIFF MASCARA. This
is a real BLACK HAT CUM-PUKE-HER ASSAULT ON ME RECENTLY, YO YO YO YO
ME' BRAHHHHHHH!
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK;
gee, just what is going on? First, as I stated; I come right out and
openly tell that I do not believe that the creators of STAR TREK were
totally from here in this universe. I believe that in a parallel
universe, doubles (doppelgangers) of them such as Mister Roddenberry,
became what Morianity refers to as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
Simply put, the more advanced doubles of the people, who we know
here, only as THEM, and not them plus their controlling-double who is
asleep physically from their parallel universe and dream-controlling
their double here, so that they will do something or not do
something, or whatever the case may be, that is behind most if not
all 'T3E' activity. So why then does Roddenberry and the Trek Peeps,
create not only this show, and all of the great spin off shows and
movies that followed? The only possible thing that could hope to
answer, is that a huge army of the fifth dimension uses this jack-in
gamer simulation we call the cosmos, to play a wild game. Someone
wanted me to know about the great PINK GODDESS
OF GARY MITCHELL. Too many coincidences are all rapped up in
this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year
1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown
below, and there are literally dozens more things, that time won't
permit me to scratch the surface on, with any one blog; now or ever.
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also, great folks of Planet Earth of all times and parallel worlds,
being scanned from, via Lunsat Distance-Delay, and other
technologies, after the string of lunar satellites are orbiting our
lovely moon several decades from now; how the great United States
Copyright Office, when they put the order of my musical projects
together on their web-page, that number 14 and
15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I
indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK
GODDESS,
ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!! This infinite being has infinite
energy, that isn't even energy as our understanding presently
identifies this with, and as I said; this god who has many countless
beautiful awesome names, also becomes a personal god to each and all
of us. How can it be heaven if this is any other possibility? This is
why it is such a dam shame that we mortals of the Earth's waking
world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over this
beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We cannot ever
truly understand her, even when we are with her, and while in
hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million Poolroy-95 dudes, all
strung together, and clinging to the wall of a pool!!! So did
Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand this in the future
where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the
local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so
others, of Star Trek original shows, and this one being the one
called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966????????????????
Or is he playing a game with not only me with this, but for all I
know, with countless others out here who remain in the shadows, or
are nuts by now, such as Security Guard Joseph Paget, from
Pennsylvania??????????? Many will say it is
multiple choice answer 'C', you know, that Mountainpen is just
a total fuckiGN crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense
and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to
say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of
posted evidence that proves that there has to be something to my
Morianity story from 1995 through almost 2016, after all of these
powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible
for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe
that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot
yet won, ten times over; and this is just that one time out of that
gargantuan number, where it is all just a series of inconceivable
coincidences. To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to
which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980,
and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU,
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
the record, yes, there are things to tell, and this will, along with
other shit told over the past few days, bring the Secrets Thermometer
Scale (STS) to a high RED STAR position, yo. First, really great
WEATHER-BUG links are here for your enjoyment, yo folks.
And
now back to the shew SHOW, “CALI-OH” and all other AATS or
Blogaudians out here:
A
week ago today, I could have CAPPED in the following 2015 blog squib:
BEFORE
I EVEN GOT UP TODAY AROUND MOTHER FUCKING CUNT ASS NINE THIS DAMN ASS
MOUUUUUUURNING, THE MILITUFORCE HAS BEEN MAJOR ASSAULTING ME. I TOOK
AN ILLEGAL PHONE CALLER ID ATTACK, MAJOR SKY SIEGE, AND OTHER THINGS,
NOT EXCLUDING THIS ALL STARTING OUT IN MOTHER FUCKING HYPERSPACE
WHILE ''DREAMING'', WITH THESE MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN BASTARDS FROM
SHIT EATING FUCKING
HELL,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
on this 19 November of 2019 and as we approach the great
THANX-2-GIVENS DAY better known as or AKA (Also Known As)
Thanksgiving Day; I will tell you that when I gave you the example on
recent previous blog concerning the electronic phenomenon of
“feedback signal” when a microphone is too closely placed in
relation to monitors (speakers), and it makes that horrible loud high
pitched squeal, this
was like lesson number one
in a wild book called by Mountainpen, “The
one million lessons of electronic metaphysics”.
Let us go straight to LESSON #2, all joking aside. I also opened this
up the day with telling my AATS Blogaudians and any others out here,
how messing with 'ELECTRONIC
REALITY'
seems to absolutely have weird consequences, and when we extend this
further by adding and mixing in transdimensional effects or said
simpler, taking shit from our dream-life, and merging it all into
this waking life electronic-metaphysics; has to quote wonderful and
awesome Senator Bernie Sanders, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful and
absolutely awesome effects here in our waking world. Look, for one
quick example, I wanted something to happen while I resided at the
Mantua, New Jersey home before moving into the Robin Hill Apartments,
#1802 on May 1, 1980, and to make it happen, I created a lot of
'ELECTRONIC
REALITY'
by using the Keyboards From Petahell system, and before I knew it,
POOF, there were my DEMO TUNES, as if Harry Potter himself had
knocked on my door one day and said to me, “hey Mark yo, I want to
give you a tape”. He then gave it to me, and that was the four demo
tunes. I did NAUT just go one day to Maxfield Studio and record them.
It all happened, as much more also did, ONLY because of my usage of
'ELECTRONIC
REALITY'!!!!!!!!!!!!
My black hat fucking hackers are really using the annoying
SPACE-BAR-HACK on me, kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR. Like
weeeeeee and wow-wow-wow-wow and WO sir Billy H. Imagine all
THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these BH-HACKERS used the UNABLE TO MAKE THE
DOUBLE LINE-HACK on me, yo!!!!
Another
marvelous and HUUUUUUUUUGE weeeeeee and wow-wow-wow-wow and WO WO WO
WO WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem;
out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure
Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister
Weiler Senior?
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
I
have no doubt in my mind whatsoever that this is totally and verily
true blue, lovely Amy Cooley Madonna. What a wild class trip into NYC
that was, you and your friend from New Hampshire. Misses young, I do
respect women, but back then, I knew things were so fucked up for me
that I didn't wanna' involve anyone in my nightmare endless existence
from DOGTOWN. I knew then that I had been here for 8,000 years, Mizz
Starr, and I shouldn't have ever told Paul that, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT I
did, lovely Sally Girl!
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
00
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DENNIS SNYDER 9
TIMES OVER, “IS
JUST REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!!
And whether or not it MATTERS, or doesn't MATTER; don't let them
touch, huh Cuzz Don, back in August of 2009!!!!!!!!
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING?
IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY.
NOW WE ARE ALL DEMANDED AND COMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER
MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND
I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T NATURAL,
AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE GOING
NUTS, ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE, RIGHT
DOWN TO AMERICA'S GUN VIOLENCE SPREE OF THE PAST 20
YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 16
3:30
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MONDAY
AFTERNOON
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NOVEMBER, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
It
is nice and cool, and has been for a short while, the only DAMN half
good thing around me for a vely vely long time; huh ol' bud Bob
Shingle-Tosser McDowell, and future FCC Chairman? I
phoned to complain about my COMCAST CABLE SERVICE and
am awaiting a call back to see if an error on my TV-BOX has been
successfully corrected. I am going to definitely be fucking switching
over to some kind of ANTENNA-TV-SERVICE shortly, as
this is totally weedeekawuss, lovely Queen
Katy P of 1997 Abseacon, across from your Uncle
Admiral P's FAA
TECH CENTER
place!
GOOD
OL' NO-JOYSEY!
OUCH,
DON'T BEAT UP THE CONGRESSMAN'S ASSISTANT AND ME, LOVELY KATY-QUEEN!
Yesterday
afternoon, one of my three box fans just quit. I looked over and
poof, nothing, it was on medium setting but the blades were standing
still. I turned it off and on again, but IT WAS DEAD. Nothing ever
dies mechanically for me, UNLESS IT HAPPENS DURING PERODS OF THE
WORST MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACKS UPON ME, and this has been
an ongoing reality in me' damn ass life now, ever since this entire
nightmare really began taking off like NASA-ROCKETS, back on when
else but 08-15-1986? Oh boy, MOM and Uncle Billy!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY,
NOVEMBER 18, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
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Also,
a major leak was observed early yesterday after I first got up. I was
too fucked up with other persecutions to even bother blogging about
this weird incident, but I'll tell you all now about it, yo yo yo yo
yo me' gwate fwolks out here! I keep numerous gallon and half gallon
containers filled with water in a lower kitchen cabinet for the
hurricane season which now for all intents and purposes has ended for
the year of 2019. Still, the one plastic jug, as all the rest of them
are made of glass, began to spring a tiny leak at the bottom, and
suddenly my entire kitchen floor is wet and needed to be mopped up,
on top of all of my other major pains in my prick! Again, do these
things EVER EVER EVER occur when I am NAUT UNDER A DEATH ASSAULT? The
answer is an absolute and unequivocal NO!!!
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 15
1:22
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
MONDAY MORNING
18
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY,
NOVEMBER 18, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:6
N.M.
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.
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Of Mountainpen)
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IT
IS VERY COOL TODAY, AND SUPER MOTHER FUCKING
BOTBAR, SO WHO CARES ABOUT THE REST OF THE 'DAMN' WEATHER
REPORT, SENATOR??????????????
YES
THE NEWS PEEPS SAID THIS IS A REAL RECORD BREAKER COOL SNAP FOR THIS
DATE IN THIS AREA OF THE GLOBE. WEEEEE!
THE
WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----11-18-2019
TIME----1:29 A.M.
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
TUESDAY'S
'STS' WILL BE CLOSE TO 8th R.S.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS MONSTROUS
ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS ENTIRE AUTUMN OF 2019, AND EARLY
THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, WITH NEVER ENDING MAJOR CABLE TV AND
UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR NUKE-TRIAD NABES DOOR SLAMMING AND NOISE
ASSAULT, DEATH HEALTH SONIC POISON BEAMS ASSAULT, AND MAJOR OFF THE
SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, INCLUDING WHOEVER SCREWED WITH ME AND TRIED
TO STOP ME FROM POSTING UP A PRIOR BLOG; THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN
ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP; on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES,
MORNING
LIGHTS,
AND
BRUCE
ALAN PENNOCK TAPE RECORDERS
TIME
FOR THE REST OF THE STORY, MISTER PAUL RADIOMAN HARVEY, AND
ALL OTHER ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORIST
BLOGAUDIANS, AND ANY OTHER NON-AATS
PEEPS OUT HERE, THAT JUST MAY BE REMOTELY
INTELESTED, HUH, NON-DICK-IN-THE-MOUTH NAME-CALLER BOB MCDOWELL, ME
OLD PAL FROM THE GREAT FUCKING ALMIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS FOOLEY-COOLEY
HIGH HELL HALL, OF ANY AND ALL MUSTACHE
TWIRLERS 'EVERYWHERE', ALL AROUND THIS MOTHER FUCKING TURD
CHEWING EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO: Folks,
the goddamn MILITUFORCE has asked for this, and
now, BOOM, THEY'LL FUCKING GET IT! Ol' Recording Artist 'Sir
Rufus' told us all in his great and somewhat weird 1973 or 1974 hit
song, “Tell me something good”. Okay mister Latengrate John
Happy-J King, and Sir R.A. Rufus, I WILL NOW FUCKING DO EXACTLY THAT,
ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, Mister Mike Soft
Hellwrecker-Spellchecker, me' ol' BROADCASTING-BRO as well, since
thisssssssssssssss indeed needs to finally be TOLD
AND BROADCASTED. WEEEEEEEE!
You
have to mother fucking admit, world, that the Mountainpen has given
the MILITUFORCE every cunt huffing chance, and they just pushed me
and called me' ol' cock sucking bluff, again, and again, and again,
and AGAIN, so here we go © Office and all NON U. S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE
PEEPS OUT HERE WHO HAVE BEEN DYING FOR ME TO REALLY TELL IT ALL AND
TELL IT TRUE; ALL THE WAY TO MIZZ SANDY DEE'S
GRAVE AS WELL AS TO HER LITTLE DOCTOR. OH TAMMY,
OH-OH-NON-DONNA-TAMMY!!!!! HA-HA-HA UGLY BITCH JANE; YOU MISSED ME!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
AND WOW; “Yes Page 12 of
12-Pageviews by operating systems” prompt on my right side
of the computer monitor-screen, Jane Fonda missed me with her cunt
lapping evil demonic page eleven of eleven, NAUT SPELLED OUT OF
COURSE, SO TEE-HEE-FUCKING CUNT EATING HEE-HE-HE-HAW, AND MELY MELY
CLISSMAS COOLEY ANGELS FROM ALL NON-JAY-JAY
EVANS SCHOOLS ALL OVER THE DAMN 'JOINT', HUH MISTER STEVE
CROOKED FUCKING ROTTEN WINN OF LAS VEGAS?????????? CALL MOUNTAINPEN
THE 'OTHER ELEPHANT' IF YOU WISH TO, MISTER BLIND-PHONY, WHO NEVER
WENT BLIND AT ALL, YA' BIG SISSY; AS I DO NAUT EVER FORGET ANYTHING.
NOT WHEN SHIT LIKE THIS WAS DONE TO ME ALL THESE CUNT EATING FUCKING
ASS DECADES WITHOUT ANY LET UP, OR RELIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to refresh your memories, since you are not elephants, yo;
here is how I opened up my
last blog, that now will be continued
onward, once this cap job is placed into this new blog. This
retaliatory blog
will discuss more major fucking dogshit about several interrelated
topics from absolute mother fucking DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO:
One
will be the $500,000,000.00 SECRET.
Another will be the extremely twisted fucking logic that appears to
somehow all intertwine with my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force
that Morianity jokingly refers to since about 2012 or so, as “HALLS
FAWCES”,
and has fully explained why as well, on many blogs. Still and yet
another topic will be how the MILITUFORCE
appears to endlessly do shit to me that causes me this endless
vacillation and query into just exactly who is behind it all and just
precisely why, and
what the motive and goals are. Finally, the topic of my
HORRIBLE FUCKING ATCO, NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS CHOKING IN 1983,
AND HOW MANY PSYCHIC VISIONS SEEM TO BE ALL TIED UP IN ALL THIS SHIT
TOGETHER, AND ENDED UP SAVED BY ONE OF AMERICA'S GREATEST SYSTEMS AND
INSTITUTIONS, THE GREAT UNITED STATES © OFFICE AND LIBRARY OF THE
CONGRESS. I am not going to fully get into it all, as that will take
countless dozens of blogs just to put any small dent into
thisssssssssss hellishness that endlessly surrounds the nightmares of
the mountainpen, AKA (ME) fro crying fucking out loud, yo
BROADCASTING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel fucking compelled to begin with
my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force.
I
have told how in 1983, and before the mysterious choking problem
began in the middle of the first week in June; how I would be talking
with Jim Burr over the telephone, and discussing this very fucking
nightmarish dogshit, and how as much as he appeared to be in with
Satan, and the devil, and how HE (Apollo-Lucifer) gets into the lives
of certain people for reasons that no mortal truly understands and
has a vague connection with the LORD (SAR) Jesus Christ, he never
believed an ultimate concept that I threw back up at him. This was
that I somehow was coming to realize that all of the shit that this
Astral-Plane
GOD-Entity and his FAWCES
were doing with me, and in my life, and of course NOW I also see the
major SATANIC connections with
the occult and lovely PATRICIA
H. H. HOLLISTER;
but that in the so-called BIBLICAL
CHRISTIAN END-TIMES,
Apollo-Lucifer
(THE DEVIL)
and his ANGELS/Demonic fawces of darkness (ASTRAL-PLANE HIGH ENERGY
ENTITIES CONNECTED WITH THE EVIL BRIGGBASE AND LAMBRIGG CULT), that
this being will need to 'transfer
some of these duties'
and objectives relating to the utter and complete destruction and
obliteration of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, to other
worldly powers and people,
such as my
distant CUZZ DONNIE BOY, and his evil ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTED FRIENDS
AND CRONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz
Erica Snakes 1983-AMC, mahm;
was in my humble opinion at least, a vely vely vely non-Bob McDowell
“HUUUUUUUUUUUGE” deal that was going on in real time back then in
1983, that had tentacles stretching into Atlantic City, New York
City, Washington, DC-13-600, and all the way back into the PURGATORY
(Astral-Plane) itself, AKA the Plancktime, by the CERN LABS and
inventors of the COLLIDER or (Particle Accelerator
Tunnels)!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, some of this very fucking cunt
annoying MAJOR NOISE seems to also be coming from up above me, so
this is a full blown NUKE-TRIAD NABE ASSAULT, as earlier around just
past seven and after the major cable freeze ups and utility assault
all went fucking cunt down; along came the across the hallway ILLEGAL
COUSINS bullshit with endless fucking annoying doors that went on an
hour, waking the mother fucking dead if that were possible without
DDLTT (Distant Delay Laser Trace Technology), or to put that another
way, Mizz New Jersey OLIVIA BEEGEE mahm yo, LIFE EDITING/SPLICING,
that seemed to fucking major ass fascinate the DONALD so much decades
ago while I was in my SARAH-SEARCH-MODE of unfathomable
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all merely an
opening foundation, and it will most definitely be continued as more
blogs follow onward and DOWNWARD, as the word 'upward' really does
NAUT apply to the Mountainpen, NAUT FUCKING EVER, YO ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now to open up just a wee
fucking ass bit further, the 500 MEGA-SECRET deal, me' kind
BLOGAUDIANS OF THE AATS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
same ASTRAL FAWCES that are part of a technology that Mountainpen's
Morianity calls and labels DDLTT, using LIFE-EDITING on a true cosmic
level since WE ALL IN PHYSICAL LIFE ARE RIDING THE PHOTON-WAVE OF
REALITY, and just ask any good physicist if I am NAUT correct here in
saying that, Mizz AT&T BLAKE; but they also play with another
powerful technology that appears to fascinate the GREAT ALMIGHTY
DONALD ALSO, and that being the KEYBOARDS
FROM
PETAHELL
TECH, also a name that morianity has given to this quite unpleasant
part of TRUTH in all of its embodiment, and IPYT folks. 'KFP'
is no joking matter, as it involves not only the physical-plane
technology of such things like sound-samplers, musical computers and
modern-era-keyboards, vocoder machines, and other similar devices;
BUTTERCHEESE and yes Mike Soft, a BIG ASS BUTT and but, it also is
part of what the spiritual and psychic world peeps call and label in
many cases as “THE
DREAM-WORLD”.
I of course cannot concentrate today with this horrible fucking TRUMP
NOISE ASSAULT ON ME THIS SUNDAY,
so all of this will be later explored in much greater alacrity,
detail, and elaborated elucidation, by the Mountainpen! Still, you
can all see from merely this tiny teeny wee tidbit of information
provided on this blog today and now, that things will REALLY BE
HEATING UP, and most likely even sending this entire mess by next
Tuesday afternoon, smack fucking ass dab into the FINAL
8th
RED STAR ZONE
on the great SECRETS-THERMONETER-SCALE!!!!!!!
I begged this MILITUFORCE to not push me this far, and they refused
to mother fucking cunt comply, so WOW is next week going to be the
ultimate bruiser for a whole cunt huffing lot of people out here. To
quote a dude who truly knows just who is really is, Mister
CHESTER-FRANK, YO, YO YO YO YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
Bruce
Pennock
was in the same classes with myself as well as the future
FCC-Chairman, Bob McDowell, at the great COOLEY-HALL.
One day while in Misses young's class in-between lessons in what
might be thought of as a break but not a full blown outdoor recess,
Bruce pulled out a small portable cassette tape recorder, the same
type that later on at the very final months of that year, 1972, I too
would be bringing in my portable recorder, battery operated as well
as AC-Power. He showed me how the speed of the tape could be altered
to make the voice really wild and deep sounding when the machine is
played back without the little additional effect, which was a cut off
end of an empty pen that fit exactly the size of the recorder's
spindle that the tape had to travel around. By placing it there, the
machine seemed to record a tad bit faster. When I went home, I began
playing with this same thing with my recorder and a piece that I cut
from one of my pens on my desk in that famous by now bedroom at the
great ass ILLUSTRIOUS
DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS
OF OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, ON
OAKLAND AVENUE,
in-between the White Horse Pike, and the rail-road tracks, on Newton
Avenue; “OLIVIA” wild-river-death-dreams! I created a
make-believe character who I named Shorty. Only Shorty then, no last
name given at that time. Still, we had some really wild
conversations, just as so many ones that my distant CUZZ-DONNIE had
with numerous media sources that he too shortly thereafter would
contact, alter his voice a little bit, and give a phony name, and
everyone in the DAMN MEDIA, Senator Sanders Sir, knows that
this story is NO PHONY BALLOON HOAX WHATSOEVER.
It made the news during his run for the office of President, and of
course, Mister
Trump
totally denied it and said, “That
doesn't even sound like me”.
Well of course it doesn't, not when we alter that sound with numerous
possible effects, called EFX in the sound-trade, or at least was
called this in my day working at the RPL Sound Studio Laboratories of
Camden, New Jersey, in the second half of 1979 through middle March
of 1981. Also, as we age, our throat larynx slows down and nobody
sounds the same because our voices endlessly get lower in pitch every
decade by some degree, and some people more than others, as the speed
of this natural effect is not the same with everybody. Tied up in all
of the shit I am telling you now, is the elaborate complex junk that
followed immediately all over the world after I began doing this, and
having more fake conversations, and making all kinds of wild new
voices. Now
without vanishing into the morning mist with Rod Serling and lovely
Victoria, on that fantastic “Twilight Zone” television show;
I will tell you that at that time in the early and middle
nineteen-seventies, I absolutely swear and affirm under Goddess SSJKK
and national legal citizenship, that I
never saw any 'THE TWILIGHT ZONE' television shows yet.
The very first one that I ever watched was while living at the
Carriage Lamp later turned into the New York Apartments and still
other names following that, back in the summer time in the
bicentennial year of 1976. After several months went by and the
summer school break had ended and I was back at the COOLEY-HALL after
Labor Day in 1972, I had my own machine with me, and told a kid by
the name of Mike Slewinski which I may or naut be spelling his name
accurately; that both of the voices in that taped conversation
belonged to me, and he laughed and refused to believe me. I should
have bet him five bucks but instead, I said to him during lunch
break, “I'll turn this tape over to the 'B' flip side where nothing
has been recorded on it, and I will put my little pen-piece onto the
spindle and you can say anything you want to and I'll prove to you
that this is real”. I forgot what he said, some dorky thing that I
never would have possibly guessed so that I wouldn't be able to
cheat, and then I removed the little gadget from the machine after he
spoke his words into the built in condenser mike. Suddenly his own
voice came back like some monster huge mafia hit man thug and saying
what he just spoke, and he couldn't believe it. His reaction was
major and he almost freaked out. Because of that, I went home and
invented a brand new fake character, and yes, you all guess his name,
it was Mike Slewinski. Later on came Benny, Corporal Boil, Professor
Ted Jackson of Florida State University, and still others that no one
needs to know about, at least naut right at this exact time. But it
was naut until I was living in a home that I purchased in Mantua, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, where I took a large dog that I had adopted when it
came up to my guard station one night in Camden, New Jersey at the
Jefferson Street Licorice Plant called McAndrews & Forbes; and
moved into on 15 October of 1979 while working at the recording
studio on the weekdays and the licorice plant as a security guard on
the weekends, where one day I took the dog, Roseann, named of course
after teenager Mizz Delaney of Park Avenue in Westmont; for a walk in
some deep woods. While there, I found an entire junkyard of shit that
someone had dumped with all manner of electronic stuff. I would go
back there upon several other occasions also, and eventually had
collected many things for me to begin tinkering with in my spare
time, which wasn't too much since I was working about 65 hours
weekly. With this junk, I had put together a really weird contraption
that I named, “Keyboards From Petahell”, and had even managed to
stick the total junky looking thing into a wooded crate that hid the
ugly mess for the most part except for the keyboard area later added
into this thing after I had moved into 1802 Robin Hill the following
spring time, and also purchased lots of very expensive stereo
apparatus. When all was said and done, my apartment looked like a
fucking damn recording studio, but it was tidy andneat and the messy
junky weird contraption was encased in a wooden crate that I polished
and varnished and made to look as good as anything we may see done on
home improvement projects aired on that marvelous
HGTV-CABLE-TV-CHANNEL by any of those dudes and duddesses that book
airtime on it. I began to enjoy messing around with numerous things
that even recording studios of those days simply were unable to do,
and once in 1984, while on the telephone with the © Office, I was
told by an examiner that they were very interested in my sound
equipment. One day I learned that I cold actually take a tape,
cassette or open reel, distort it with major over-sound
(sonic-saturation) as it's called in the bizz; and REMOVE IT. This
tech to this very day, to the best of me' knowledge folks; just is
NAUT AVAILABLE. I also learned that I was able to record any
frequency from the lowest low to the highest high by using the BRUCE
PENNOCK SPEED TRICK, only of course, now we are talking about a much
more elaborate bunch of electronic technology. But when Howard
Solomon the Chief Recording Engineer at my RPL job, Mister Howard
Solomon, redid the mix on my four song-demos, that were done at the
Maxfield Studio, on Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry Hill, by mister Jan
Rotten-engineer Nace; he made it come alive with some really cool
tricks that I was completely unaware of since I was naut a musician
nor an actual Sound-engineer at RPL, and was hired as a
Tape-duplicator on the Night-shift there, late in July of 1979. After
Howard told me how some of these sonic miracles were actually
performed at the studio I was working at, quietly without bosses
founding out of course; I realized that I could apply the shit that I
had put together and do some really far out mother fucking shit, that
even today, with the best digital samplers, vocoders, studio
sound-EFX machines, and music-computers with the greatest software
programs available as of the date of this blog today; CANNOT BE DONE.
There is still no available program to sample a square-wave of sound
or noise or music or voice, turn it into a 'MUSIDIGICODE' as I called
it back in the summer time in the year 1980, and then be able to take
music sheets and turn them into what I called “Carbosonics” short
for carbon-copy-sonics or sound, and then have a song come out
sounding any way that you want it to. Now without musical training or
special talent outside of writing basic musical compositions, I was
not able to do anything really truly Earth-shattering with this
stuff, nor did I trust anyone ever with my ultimate machines. Just as
I was about to trust someone, the great Musical Arranger Mister Tom
Glenn, the dude who arranged my four demos as well as did the guitar
work and arrangement on my “LOIS-FOCA” SONG; he blew my mind with
that 'fagot' bullshit, and upset me badly, BECAUSE I AM NO FAGOT, and
no one loves women more than I do, and THAT, IPY
evweebwuddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there was another dude who told me
that I needed to somehow patent my seemingly-magical-process of
getting rid of sonic distortion on saturated tape recordings. Again,
I was already being major ripped off with my music, and not just with
the BEEGEE shit and my LOST LOVE arrangement, but other songs too,
and I also began noticing that many of my ideas were just stolen
endlessly, and without ever giving me one tiny mother fuckign iota of
consideration or recognition, as if I don't even exist and am just
here to be hurt and fucking endlessly tormented and screwed. Now at
the end of October in 1980, five and a half months after I had sent
my 4-DEMO-TUNES to the illustrious COPYRIGHT © OFFICE, I
was told
after I had purchased a brand new 1980 Dual Turntable (record player)
for those kids today that are a hundred fucking percent clueless as
Kim Wilde, by
the RPL Printer
and one of my Coworkers there, Mister
Mike Walters,
after telling him that I had spent 300 dollars on this machine and
didn't have a record collection, and was 'clueless' to why I would
waste my $$$$$$ when I have no records to speak of, that
on my lunch break, I can go upstairs to the studio attic and take a
bunch of 33 ALBUM records that lay in a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE pile in a
cardboard box near a wall by a large pipe.
The reason was that the very next day, these records were going to be
disposed of and tossed into the dumpster, gone forever. He went onto
also tell me that fact. Looking back now in hindsight, I do not know
what made me buy that fucking 300 dollar expensive turntable, why I
mentioned this to Mike Walters at all, and then as I have blogged
several times now about, why that asshole pulled out in front of my
car that following morning near my 1802 apartment, and caused me to
have the pile of records all rearranged in some weird new order, and
NAUT some NEW WORLD ORDER, but still, many things did come as a
result of these wild incidents that were all nothing short of major
divine providence when combined together. Before this all went down,
nobody cared about stars when they were children, music stars or
movie stars. Now, anything from sports to entertainment or anything
at all, after all of this went down magically and absolutely
'unexplainably', fans want to know what their fave stars ate for
fucking dinner back on their ninth goddamn birthday for crissake. All
of this is totally tied together, and fuck the English-Grammar, as
the word in italics above is made up, and IT FITS, and so I AM GOING
TO FUCKING USE IT AND BE DAMNED TO ANYONE WHO SAYS THAT I FUCKING
CAN'T, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fuckign enemy MILITUFORCE dirtballs
HATE THIS BLOG, and are trying to use that old
(Word-Disappearing-Hack) on me. Now in that pile of records, and
we're talking about eighty or ninety or so, most of which never were
even listened to by me; were those two life changing 33 ALBUMS, the
Carpenter one and the Donna Gaines one. The United States Copyright
Office has a small bit from these musical recordings, as I made good
and fucking damn ass sure that I had some of my story SAVED where
even the Wright Patterson & Area-51 MILITUFORCE boys couldn't
make it go away, as if they do, I will be able to get an attorney or
I'll go into court as my own litigant defendant, and sue for a
billion bucks, as I paid several hundred dollars for my copyrights,
and I fully expect them to be someday retrievable. Now even all of
thisssssssssssssssssssssssss, is by no means the full story behind
KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, and how it all fits into my four demo tunes,
two sung by Congressman Andrews or Future Congressman, and two by the
mysterious Donna Patterson, and then following all of that by a third
of a century out into the PHOTON-PROJECTION (future), the remade
GITYA SONG from 1983 in my Atco days after leaving the 1802 robin
Hill apartment where a lot of this was 'foundationaly' relevant to a
whole lot more than was ever obvious while going down in real time.
Again, I need to make up a word because it fucking fits, and I don't
give two shits, Mister Speas, if it is goddamn naut grammatically
correct, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, that
remade 1983 song called “GITYA” or Girl I'll Tell you Anything,
done over at the Bonjovi joint called Avalon Recording Studio back in
2013,
after I had rewritten it back in the previous year of 2012, after
a transdimensional experience with my daughter AGAIN;
this time at some weird PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL BLEACHERS.
Every last whittle mother fucking tidbit of information here folks,
IS ALL A BUNCH OF PERFECTLY FITTING DOTS. I am an elephant folks. I
DO NAUT FORGET THINGS!!!!!!!!!!
FOLKS;
THIS JUST OPENS UP ALL THIS KFP SHIT, MISTER AL JOLSON!
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TRANSMISSION.
TOPICS
UPCOMING IN NEAR FUTURE 'BOM':
How
the transdimensional TSE is involved in the KFP
(towel-seepage-effect) (keyboards from petahell) in more ways than
just using songs in dreams recorded through electronic processes but
also HOW
REAL WAKING LIFE then is even further effected in HUUUUUUGE ways,
that just cannot be even remotely humanly fathomed,
almost in the exact same ass manner, that placing a microphone close
to a loudspeaker will endlessly cause an electronic signal loop, that
we all hear as that horrendous loud high pitched feedback. Also, how
ESS spirit-travelers are obviously taking advantage of this
technology and using it magically and totally covertly in the most
incredible stealthy operations in the history of of any society and
its government control over their populations.
Also,
we will be going into great lengths and details regarding a powerful
groupation of Earthly WOMO-FAWCES and their human branch-down locales
and ops such as Mary Carter Paint Company, and the mighty
Inductotherm of New Jersey and its fantastic Keyboards From Petahell
totally connected ($500,000,000.00-SECRET)!!!!
I will even tie in the co-ed Mizz K. J. McAllister from 1997, as well
as why when I was “taken back in time in my spirit, SAINT JOHN”,
to 1968 and to my HTHS HIGH SCHOOL, and told my classmates who I
encountered there in that PARALELL WORLD REALITY (universe), that “I
came from the year 1996”, and NAUT
1997.
All of this is major, and absolutely fucking inconceivably connected
up, and NONE
OF THIS IS SOME SICKO PSYCHO DELUSION!!!!
As I said, THEY'RE GONNA
BE REAL
FUCKING SAHWEE,
'STAR
TREK'
CHAWEE,
as a lot of peeps are gonna' do more than just “GO
AWAY”!!!!
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well, I'm dying again, physically and blogually. Sorry about the new
Poor-Richard words, evweebwuddy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey JAJAY EVANS,
mustache twirler of 1976; ''What can I say'', to quote you,
BRO???????????????
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 150
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OH
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE FAT BOYS, OR IF THEY'RE BACK, OR BACK IN
1985, OR RAW OLD BUDDY CONG. RA; BUT I DO KNOW THIS. MY LIFE
TOTALLY FREAKING STINKS AND SUCKS, CUBED AND
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
promise you, even the late great disco queen Donna Summer, and her
friend Babs Streisand, don't have a clue to all the truths behind
MEMORIES, merely a dam © on an early eighties tune; lads and
lassies! Memories
are not really understood by people. Not by them, not by anybody,
even Mountainpen. But Mountainpen has gone through some shit that
does clue him in just a little more than most on this topic,
Mister Mayor, and Tandy Corporation, so WEEEEE 2U&B4I tell
more, let me just say 'HEY', huh Patty Hollister and Steve
Chanter? W-O-W THAT, RHM!
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) © THE BOM.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 153.
MAY
24, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
DAILY
RANGE-----(H-85/L-78).
WINDS
ARE E AT 11, GUSTING TO 25.
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
Why
have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the
past four plus decades? There is a reason, and not all of it is
nee-nee-nee-nee weird and super mother fuckiGN natural; and I
promise you that!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you SHERIFF KJM???
HALLS
FAWCES HATE FOLKS KEEPING RECORDS!!!!!!!!!
Memories
are all part of the same MIND
PROGRAM
that
is all the stuff all around us. The subject alone here is 100
Encyclopedia Britannica lengths long; I assure you. No one
consciously forgets one single thing as long as we are reasonably
brain healthy. There are triggers that bring memories back, as we
are not tape recorders. However, if you begin to keep a journal on
tape as well as listen back to it for 20+ mother ******* years, it
will produce an automatic endless trigger, sort of like engaging a
******* switch inside of your brain, that is on full power as far
as memorizing your past, so long as it is in the past. As for me,
it caused me to have a near perfect recall, other than for ten
minutes ago to ten days ago, and when that becomes a new-past, it
too will be as if it is etched in mental stone for me. Record your
dreams for six months to try and prove me wrong here, and you will
get a mind blow, but if you would rather record your life, do
that.
Then
as you go back, your memory consciously, will go BANG,
as if you never forgot it. It is not that the conscious *******
mind forgets or even reassigns it to more subconscious regions, as
so many had believed for so long. Instead
it is a delegation into a land of, ''hay you must trigger me, and
then I will pull it up, and until you do, screw it; I will keep it
submerged''.
That is almost a verbatim of what your conscious minds are saying
to you and me, day and night, 24-7-365.2422!!! As for using this
kind of TOOL, this, or PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or APE-ICPE, and so many
others; the main thing to focus on all of the time is that we need
to be wondering just who is really who, and all the time. If
something is out of character, and off, and you just know it, for
crissake, as PP used to say all the *******
time,
YO,
“GO
WITH YOUR GUT”,
sheeeeeeit, dam good ******* advice from my old ex-partner!!!!!!!
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
Life
can be so potentially wonderful and amazing. It truly can be a
Garden of Eden, and it was, even here physically once, when Pink
Goddess Jehovah Krassle
and her family decided to take human bodies and love amongst us.
This
was the Nodian-Experiment,
before the Eden bull****. Now we all live in one form of hell or
another. This
is why it is such a damn *** shame that we mortals of the Earth's
waking world reality, go on fighting and killing each other, over
this beyond great and totally unfathomable creator entity. We
cannot ever truly understand her, even when we are with her, and
while in hyperspace, we are more clueless than a million
Poolroy-95 dudes, all strung together, and clinging to the wall of
a pool!!!!!
There are trillions of ******* things I wish to discuss. Time of
course makes that a total impossibility, huh Kim
Beachgirls Disney Teenbitch Wideturns???
Oh
Julie, oh oh Julie White, you lovely shark.
Are you ever ever ever ever ever going to stop biting my brains
out, lovely giant girl. My
best to your ******* dad from the Teck-Center,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Admiral, you should see my Roker-Neck of the
National Airspace System recently. All posters on YOUTUBE of
chemtrail activity; come to ******* FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA,
ESMWG, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Sheriff,
Sheriff, Sheriff, is my life one endless living hell. I wrote a
letter to a horrible enemy back when I was twenty years of age. It
was a very horrible letter entitled, “Curse On You”. One of
the verses went, “Alpha
Omega, all the same. You have but only you to blame. And may you
always bear the name, of worthless and disgraceful shame. May life
and death hold this for you, a living hell, a dead one too. May
empty black be all you see, a drifting soul that's never free. A
nightmare through eternity”.
The great Bruce Allen Pennock, king of the cursor rants of Jersey,
from 1973, his mother, Theresa Pennock, begged me not to mail that
horrible 'CURSE-LETTER'
to this lady who I called Annabelle. But I did it anyway, Sheriff
Mascara, kind sir. Patty H. taught me that things are all part of
a giant wheel that always sends bad energies back to the sender,
in this case, freaking me! “Oh well”, Ann King! Nothing ever
changes when you exist in eternal hell. All I have to do is
randomly pull up files of prior blogging text. All things fit
together, another huge “PATTY-H.-SECRET! Things
don't wear out or break or age, and neither do people. All good
things and bad things are nothing more than positive and negative
spiritual interactions that filter down into lower matter worlds
of hyperspace as good **** and bad ****. If one stops to seriously
******* ponder over it long enough, come on for crissake. How can
some people just endlessly lose, while others endlessly win, no
matter how hard the losers keep trying for an entire mother
******* dirt bag lifetime, such as mother ******* me? I totally
know that I was chemtrail-poisoned back while living in 1983 on
Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. This same **** is used to keep
on making me sicker and sicker, until these enemy mother *******
prick eating *****, bury me deep into the **** chewing ground!
Silwee Wabbit, Mister Elmer Fwudd, like WHAAAAAAAAA.
Boy
are the damn ***hole Russian hackers screwing with my mouse and my
P.C., Sheriff. It is 6:23 on this Tuesday morning on 11 September
of 2018. Time for me to say night-night, kind folks.
WHAAAAAAAA!!!!
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
wonderful Aunt Geraldine Snow; wowzer-WOW; how would Doctor
Camping of Family Stations Incorporated say it, “MY
MY and OH MY”? I believe I have accurately quoted this
great religious scholar from days gone by.
Just
why do things happen like this, a few are genuinely wondering
about. Well, go to Camden County, New Jersey, USA, and find a man
named Dave Speas. Looking back on things now, I know he was, and
of course he is, an ESS TRAVELER. I enjoyed your great guitar
piece over in the park in the eighties on th etele, buddy.
Adding
stuff like love your brother as yourself would apply here, but
after that, You
may quote me as I have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here
as Jesus Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father,
quite a while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hay
big lovely girl; are you Katharine or Mary Lee? Doesn't life bite
and chew?
 
Hay
LIGHTNING, my lovely baby blond!
Jeepers
creepers, forget the eyes,
forget the G-men, and the golly gash darn doo-doo-doo's
of Donna Adrian Gaines, oh great powerful Washington 13-600
Copyright Office. Boy oh boy, let's sit down to a nice friendly
2011 game of poker, no dreams, no cards, no McDonald's
Restaurants, no big pretty girl employees from the Harvest. Hey,
but them what's left, some may ask? WOW THIS, Mister R. H. M. Let
Donnie boy fire all of us!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW YOU!
Now
stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass
easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and
listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that
day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in
twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you,
dude!!!!!!!!!
W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W! W----O----W!
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS A LEGAL AND OFFICIAL:::::::::::::::::::
DYING
DECLARATION AND OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE, I MARK WAYNE MOHR HAVE BEEN
MURDERED IN FORT PIERCE BY WHAT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN SPECIFY FOR
THE PAST FOURTEEN YEARS AS THE MILITUFORCE. ALL AATS KNOW JUST WHO
THESE ROTTEN PRICKS ARE AS THEY TOO HAVE BEEN FIGHTING WITH THEM
WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING WHO THEY ARE. I HOPE THE BLUEBOOK PROJECT SHOW
COMES BACK AS PROMISED, ON THE HISTORY CHANNEL.
FOLKS,
THIS ENDS
THIS TRANSMISSION.
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