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NOTE M3
9:29
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
1
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 1, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 5:7
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.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
I
have to hear that back-ho beeping continuously, all day, every day.
The past three days have been major hell on top of this, with my
TRIAD NABES FROM MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN (H-E-L-L)!!!!!!!!! My life is
so horrible, Sheriff Mascara sir, that I most likely WILL
BE COMMITTING FUCKING SUICIDE
VERY VELY SHORTLY, AND YOU MAY TELL ME' OL' BUD MISTER MCDOWELL THAT
HE CAN SAY BYE-BYE TO HIS OL' SCHOOL CHUM FROM FOOLEY SMALL IN
HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY
WAY GALAXY. There is no way out for me. There is absolutely no mother
fucking escape. HA-HA-HA, Mister devil lookalike, and he knows who he
is. Yes, meow, and a great big laugh at Ziggy's jetty, for so many
countless Huntington reasons. Next you will tell the world that I am
THE BEAST. If anyone ever told me when I was a kid in church with my
mother and singing in the Haddonfield Choir, that all of this was
merely a few decades out into the photon projected negative
(antimatter) space, I would have given you a bigger stare-down than
both Marcucci and my kid could ever do simultaneously.
9:46 PM, FRIDAY
FUCKING NIGHT,
20 JUNE, 2014, HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
73 DEGREES, 100%
HUMIDITY, AND DOORS STARTING FUCKING UP, SO WEIN-SOSO?
I
am totally cunt lapping sure their diseased fucking DOW JONES flew up
and up and up all week long, and won't even fucking cunt lapping
bother to check it or post any charts, screw the fucking universe. It
is way more important to the one person who matters most in this
world to me, {{{{(((''ME'')))}}}}, that the late spring of
1984 poison cigarette deal proved itself out, as now I know that
nobody real was there for me all along, an dis why peeps were just
fucking teasing me and screwing with me, worthless assholes, and I am
going to remove myself this weekend from that jerked off fucking
LINKED-IN bullshit, and yes, I have my pass-code in a secret place in
a drawer so I'll be able to get into it and cancel out of it. I am
not some fuckiGN prick to just be toyed and played with, MUSCLES ED,
you dirty rotten diseased fucking Birchbeer Crawford LIAR!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO
Art Crane, let them all be total fuckiGN jerk offs. I know super huge
shit, and they can all blow it out their fucking eardrums at light
speed squared, Patty Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
poor dumb ass fucking mortals. They think because I have a hopeless
life in HELL, that my truths are not real, and that my information is
not fuckiGN cunt gold cubed. That's their mother fucking loss, lovely
stars in the sky (Astral-Plane cities). Every single thing that
happens in exploratronics has an upstairs, as I
have an upstairs hammerer, both now, and with Mizz Rose Jacobey in
1985 and 1986, and HELLVIEW HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN,
NEW JERSEY-USA. “OH SHIT”; HUH MISTER
GENERATIONS DATA? I know about Sorens and Soronson, and nobody
else knows all the secret shit that goes on at the local
Good-Will-Store. What I know would fill a mother fucking New York
City Library, 100 times cunt chewing over, and I
know it, and screw everybody else!
I
don't have to share my dreams with anyone, or tell any secrets to a
bunch of muscles-Ed Phonies and
prevaricators. I have absolutely no trepidations about
making that outrageous and unfathomable claim, zero, zip, zilch,
nada.
THANK
YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING OVER AND BEING WITH ME LATE THIS AFTERNOON,
BEAUTIFUL DIANA. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE I COULD EVER LOVE OR
CARE ABOUT IN THIS ROTTEN JIMMY EARL SHELLFISH CARTER HELL OF
HENSTENCH ALLSTATE, DC13. THERE ARE POWERFUL
THINGS IN THIS BUILDING AND IN THIS UNIT I LIVE IN, THEY THINK
I CANNOT FUCKING SEE THEM IN HERE, OR HEAR THEM, BUT YES, PARTYFIVE
SARAH PLAYGROUNDS OF ANN REESE AND BOBBY WITHERSPOON, I SEE
AND HEAR YOU ALL. I JUST IGNORE YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN, AND
I DON'T RUN OUT LIKE A SCARED BABY. THEY DIDN'T FUCKING CUNT
WASTE A MINUTE, TAKING THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF THE 'ION'-TV AGAIN,
THERE IT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO, I HAPPEN TO SEE IT AND WATCH IT A FEW
DAYS, THEN BOOM, THE NEXT WEEK WHICH NOW WAS
LAST WEEK, IT WAS REMOVED OFF OF THE SYSTEM, 'KING
SAGA' GAMES
EXPERTS, OF THE ALL-ASS MIGHTY MCGUIRE/KENNEDY ALMIGHTY CLUB OF
COSMOS. YES JOHN; DAVID ROTH STILL ASKS ME AS HE STANDS BEHIND
MY CHAIR RIGHT NOW, HE JUST TOLD ME TO ASK YOU, YOU OLD GRECIAN
MOTHER FUCKER FROM 1997, WHAT PART OF 'WHY AM I
AN INVADER' QUESTION, DON'T YOU GET, AND HAVE YOU GOTTEN BACK
TO TOUR LEXUS YET, WITH DOCTOR
DNA-SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You dirty rotten mother
fuckers are going to erase me? IN YOUR COCK
LICKING DREAMS YOU ARE. Take that to the Bank of Toronto;
Philly Flyers Hickey Team of rotten TV-57 cox!
Yes,
Diana, you did not have to come all around me again today and be with
me, and I LOVE YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH I'D TAKE OUT A BILLION
UNIVERSES FOR YOU IF YOU ASKED ME TO, PRECIOUS
LIGHTNING. As invisible as they try and make me and as bad as
they all try to erase me, they have not succeeded yet, Florida
Attorney General Bondi, one lovely blond
to another. The US © Office knows what's being said here, now
or a busted fucking mirror ago in time, YO. 'Two/toe,
sue,use', I notice that hack was also used on my previous
blog, me' BRAH!
GASME-GASME-GASME-GASME!
All
anyone ever has to do is GOOGLE up STUDIO
PARK RECORDS, and you will see that
the BILLY HARNER 2000 music project
is real, and that they all made it go away and covered
it all up. One
day, one of these sick mother fuckers from Jersey will want a favor
from me, before this is all said and done, so I will save you
some time and trouble right here and right now. DON'T
WASTE YOUR BREATH ASKING ME FOR SQUAT. 'KMWA', or as white as
90% is considered, Daddy ass, {ordinary
'seaman'}. How my mom
told me about the huge court case back when they were going together
and later engaged to be married. Then after the
marriage, the horrendous nightmares my dad had, waking him up
screaming like a scared little four year old in a play fucking pen.
Yes Dock Jessup, I see you over there to my right, and I know you
were murdered, so was I many times. What else do you want me
to say to them, oh that's cool, OK, I will tell them; if anyone is
out there ever again, he says, go blow it
out your hose, I made peace with what I did, did you?
WEEEEEEEE; you tellem Doctor Florida.
OOPS, the DOW JONES is flying; just as I told
you all that it would do; and GINA-2!
Alligator-Haters Anonymous-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNY, of Exton,
NON-STARBURN-PENNSYLVANIA!!!
BUTTERCHEESE,
BUTT, and butbutbutbut?
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 003
DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! The great
NG-ADS story has yet been far from fully told, yo. He
knew the power that lies beneath the NO-POSSIBLE-RANDOMS-SECRET.
I knew it too and he did not teach this to me, merely confirmed what
I had known all along. So before I even begin talking today, I went
up on a file system containing thousands of blogs, and randomly
scrolled into an area of which there are ten such areas on average to
any blog, making the odds about 30,000 to one that this is just
randomly occurring, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, 'here we go again', oh
illustrious wonderful awesome NEW KIDS IN TOWN
from 1978!!!!!!!!! DON'T EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT
I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T EVER
BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE! DON'T
EVER BELIEVE ME, THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
there is so much to tell the world someday about not only SIR NG-ADS,
but all of his groupation. I will discuss the entire reality of
PHASE-4, and how a continual never ending connectiveness exists all
throughout all of the lands of the so-called 'INVISIBLE SHIT'. You
may not choose to accept or believe no matter how much proof is ever
presented, and you will be in good company. The great illustrious
Williamstown giant police officer ALSO CHOSE TO DO THAT VERY THING
WITH ME, IN JUNE OF 1994. So imagine that, and even after I really
and truly and verily did spring into action as my Uncle John told me
to do that day in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, in December of the
almighty wild unexplainable year of 1983, leading of course to soon
to follow 'OTHER UNEXPLAINABLE YEARS', right Sir HARRAH
NIGHTMARES?????????????????? Oh those speed boats from HELL,m and
those building shadow dwellers from the second hell, right Mister
Devil Looker? So am I really the beast, or ITS MARK? Everything you
all got, you got from the CALI BOYS who made so much money from these
blogs, huh yo? Tell them true, ol' pal, window-shooter. I really was
not screwing with you by the way, that deal with Brad's mom did
happen, and I truly enjoyed that day, yo. Still, all transdimensional
Assets Protection Offices can shutter at the sound of that tasteful
drink forever, I suppose. WOW, big O. Did I tell you that I am now
down to 199, big girl? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!
WOW,
and this is just scratching a surface as large as the North fucking
Pole, a tenth of an inch on ice that is miles thick, my good peeps
out here, and bad ones as well!!!!!!! Holy mother of fucking
goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told why I was angry as piss and all get out cubed, at the EW in
1983; and they went right on stealing and teasing, and messing with
me; year after year; and I came to learn only well into this
twenty-first fucking century, that
there is a power structure in this NEW WEIRD ODOR,
that many call the NEW WORLD ORDER, same pukey shit to me, as vomit
equals vomit; but I learned that all of the powerful industries are
one
super giant demonic evil peta capitalopolous,
if I may invent this term, and even if I may not, there it is; and so
I was fighting one huge EVIL EMPIRE, the casinos, the entertainment
peeps and music world, those covering up the power behind what and
why the paranormal shit is indeed all what exactly it is, and the
list goes on and on, believe me. This power I think has given me
this eye problem, and
it CAME RIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE LESS THAN TEN DAYS AGO,
BANG, and I know this was done by BLUEBOOK
SCUM BRIGGBASE CULTISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much
that I want to really tell right now, out of pure fucking cunt anger;
is totally fucking
UNBLOGGABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,726,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY
AND
HAVE
YOURSELVES
A
VERY
VERY
NICE
DAY.
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WHAT
BUMS!
THEY
EVEN TOOK AWAY ME' LOVELY KATHARINE SHARKEY.
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Yesterday
while I was in the bathroom and showering, one of my diseased nabes
who was already making a racket all day for a third straight day,
PUBLIC
HOUSING AUTHORITY, decided to pound as loudly as they
could on my walls. It was totally fucking deafening. Three straight
days of really horrendous evil wicked nabes from hell and their
criminal antics. Like WEEEEEEE-WOW, WEEEEEEE-WOW, WEEEEEEE-WOW,
WEEEEEEE-WOW, WEEEEEEE-WOW, WEEEEEEE-WOW, WEEEEEEE-WOW,
WEEEEEEE-WOW !!!!!!!!!!
Now
if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cut and paste from
blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document
system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small
colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you
need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to
bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will
change: 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%), 3---(-10%),
4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow these (+), (-), and number
settings. If you make the photo wider, I will appear to be fatter,
and if you make the photo longer and more rectangular, I will appear
to be thinner, than my true appearance. It is set for exactly
the way it should have come out originally, but because as usual, I
did not get my money's worth; it did not. This is why we all look
much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude me, they do not
properly compensate the video reproduction of their transmissions. Of
course, how many of you are as tired as me of the cable and maybe all
network broadcasting, where the video and the audio for ten or more
years are about 2 seconds out of proper synchronization. I sometimes
force myself not to look at the mouths of those speaking, but try it,
you will see, I don't imagine stuff, nor make stuff up. I
really don't have the time, YO.
BLOG
STATS AS OF 4 AM ON 03/02/2014, WHAAAAAA.
|
''When
I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing
nightmares continued on for me''.
THAT
IS BECAUSE I CANNOT EVER REALLY GET THAT LIGHT TO GO ON FOR ME BACK
WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS 1974, IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. SO I
FINALLY MADE IT GO ON OR SEEM TO. REALLY, I AM STILL TRYING TIO WAKE
UP IN 1974, NEVER ABLE TO OF COURSE, MISTER 'MACKEY' SIR, is a big
ass fat WOW in order here, YO?
ISIS-JUPITER
NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!!
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
ISIS-JUPITER
NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!! ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER
WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!! ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I
NEED MINE!!! ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!!
ISIS-JUPITER NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!! ISIS-JUPITER
NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!!!!!!!!
I
said there was a final message, and you can bet your bottom mother
fucking dollar that there is, ladies and gentlemen, and I don't have
to off my best friend out of jealousy, or upset Fran and Burn in
Oaklyn or any Newton Creek residents with any of my fire-boats, to
begin telling it, wonderful and non-wonderful folks alike. Seabottom,
this is for you more than the others, but this is a message for all
of you, out there, in that magic world called cyberspace. Don't cum
in your underwear now Harry Potter, save it for that lovely young
brown haired girlfriend of yours over at the Pig-Speckle School. She
would sure put me in fucking jail!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that
trustworthy annoying fucking (`~HACK) again, at 10:40 on the DAMN
nose, on this 1 NOVEMBER of 2019, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE GREAT AND LOVELY, MIZZ PAM BONDI.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
THAT!!!!!!!!!!
UP---UP---UP---UP---UP.
NO,
NOT THE SKY, OR THE SKYPE; BUT THE ICPE-DJIA!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP,
AT MY EXPENSE ENDLESSLY AND
forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!
Thursday,
October 25, 2007
is
like any other day in the annals of fucking time in this creation,
just another date, and for me, another LIFE-RAPE. ONE OF MANY, and
then, I had many regular rapes as well, as an adolescent. Keep
messing with me and my health and my property, MICK-GWIRE
and others,
and a HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH
is
awaiting you, mother fucking prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are
PURE FUCKING EVIL, YOU ROTTEN SCUM BAG. You
SENT
ME A MIND HACK, and a MACHINE HACK,
AND
I WILL PERSONALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUT YOUR
IRISH
THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are some
things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would
just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned
long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being,
at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on
my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together!
MARCH
2, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 3:02
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
We
have had a nice cool snap for a few days and I love the lows at
night, down into the high fifties, and only up to afternoon highs of
low seventies. I am not complaining for a moment about the weather.
Many around here love only boiling heat, why, I will never live long
enough, thank the gods, to ever grasp one bit. Still, within a few
days, it will be right back to low eighties in the afternoons, and it
is always hotter down in Palm Beach, and Miami, HA HA; oh yeah, they
love it. I keep forgetting people around here are nuts.
If
I had been allowed to keep living my life in this totally NON-FREE
HYPOCRITICAL FUCKING COUNTRY, back when I lived up in Jenny
Plageman's trailer park just east of Hammonton, New Jersey, in
Mullica; I would have a lot more than just one or two or three TAPES.
I would have about 25,700. Not all would be major, but I did indeed
have lots of gold in my attic, and never was aware of it, all along,
CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, they were robbing me blind and laughing at me and
mocking me, and what did I ever mother fucking do to any of
these mobbed up Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS
was
my eternal question. This is a question that to this very day
of 8 January, 2014, I REMAIN WITHOUT AN ANSWER, the closest one
ever given to me I got somewhat illegally by bugging my own
mother fucking car in the winter of 1988, and got my realtor to
repeat a story that he had told to me on an earlier occasion,
and you all know what he told me, it has been blogged over and
over and if I hear or see it again, I’ll
fucking ass CROSS OVER ACADEMY ROAD AND ONTO GRANT GODDESS DAM
1984 AVENUE, WITH A MILLION SORE THROATS
and
getting down to ten, or we were but ten, or whatever, great
Washington, DC Copyright
Examiners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS. THIS IS AS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON, A
FAKE BLOG IDEA, and all transdimensional potential in the hands of an
angry man who's been royally mother fucking screwed, by all sorts of
cosmic robotic vampires and book-keepers.
A
message to 'magical doctors' EVERYWHERE,
me' MORIANS:
So
indeed, folks, just what
is my problem,
or better asked perhaps, WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME,
how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd
know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why
do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks
so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on
Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????
2014
DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB
JANUARY
01———-00——————————01————-00
JANUARY
02———-01——————————02————-50
JANUARY
03———-02——————————03————-67
JANUARY
04———-03——————————04————-80
JANUARY
05———-03——————————05————-60
JANUARY
06———-04——————————06————-67
JANUARY
07———-05——————————07————-71
WE
STOPPED THIS FUCKING SHIT A WHILE AGO, JUST AS WE DID BEFORE, IN
1997, AND I DO NOT EVER PLAN ON GOING BACK TO IT ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR. LIKE CARLISLE ROAD TRIPS INTO PENNSYLVANIA, IT JUST MAKES
SHIT A LOT FUCKING CUNT WORSE, MY FRIEND, AND COPY NOT WOMO, JUST MO,
AND PUT ONE UP ON THE INTERNET, LIKE BACK IN THE NINETIES, YEAH, I
NEVER FORGET FUCKING SHIT, PEOPLE, AND I NEVER FUCKING CUNT WILL, SO
GAG THE SHIT ON THAT, MAGIC-TV-SHIRLEY
FROM PHILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOD
OLD PENNSYLVANIA
AND MCGUIRE!
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNY.
SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA, SIR; I AM UNDER A HUGE MAJOR DEATH
SIEGE, AND THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION.
THIS BLOG IS A LEGAL DOCUMENT THAT STATES, WITH THE AUDIENCE OF THIS
BLOG AS WITNESSES, THAT WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, I WAS
MURDERED BY THE WOMO-TAWF, THAT I HAVE CALLED THROUGHOUT THESE 12
YEARS OF BLOG TEXTS, HALLS-FAWCES,
AND THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
For
three straight mother fucking days, these MILITUFORCE
dirt bag toilet germ swallowers
have used me to be a direct receiver from the burning
fires
of DOGTOWN.
Another thing that happened yesterday, HALLOWEEN
DAY OF 2019 AKA 31 OCTOBER,
2019, and speaking
of TOILET GERMS,
was to bring me a
severe horrendous and monstrous unthinkable MAJOR SHIT ASSAULT,
shortly
after I posted up my previous blog yesterday afternoon.
I
had to clean up an entire fucking bathroom filled with horrendous
goddamn shit all over the place,
as I was absolutely unable to make it to the mother fucking cock
sucking john on time, yo, despite great Lauderdale uncles, and my
agreeing in December
of 1983
with my Uncle
John there,
to indeed, “Spring
into action”,
at the Miami
Boat Marina.
Gee fucking cunt willagars, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now do a
MAGGIE-COUNTERSTRIKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BROadcasting
FUCKING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems that me' grate unk had
misplaced his wallet in his car somehow, and he did a full
blown nuke panic.
'WOW'
to THAT,
MIZZ
WINFREY!!!!!
WHEN
I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, I WAS MURDERED BY THE WOMO-TAWF,
THAT I HAVE CALLED THROUGHOUT THESE 12 YEARS OF BLOG TEXTS,
HALLS-FAWCES,
AND THE EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
I also call them who they truly are as the counterparts of the mighty
Astral-Plane's
MILLIONTH COUNCIL,
and that is the one and only fucking dirtbag subskummite MILITUFORCE,
YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue
any of those three items when you are continually bombarded with
nightmarish monstrous hellish DAMN FUCKING BULLSHIT, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!
I
intentionally did something to prove that these diseased snot eaters
would hack my WEATHERBUG APP again, and they did. I can always get
most of the same information from TWC on the TV, and write it down
and then transpose it to the blog, but when things are this bad, who
gives a fucking shit? Oh yeas lads and lassies, I am forced to endure
monsters straight out of the gates of cunt huffing HELL
ITSELF, and the first two of these sick diseased twat
licking filth bags are Paula and McGuire! I
know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the
problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl, truly
understand how this can all be going on. How
can this powerful person that Scott Ransom told me about very
indirectly, back in 1988,
when I got him talking so that he would tell me some stuff in my
bugged-up car that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent
one down to the United States © Copyright Office, be behind so very
much incredible and beyond unfathomable junk in my pathetic diseased
butt-licking life, for damn ass crissake???????? Well, SHE CAN, and
so can that rotten puss sniffer McGuire.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
MAGNESONIC,
G-7 OPEN COMMAND.
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH MY TELEPHONE, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED
OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
SCAN
FOR ALL
APARTMENT ENEMIES,
WHOEVER CAUSED
MY HORRIBLE SHIT ASSAULT
ON HALLOWEEN, AND ALL THOSE FAWCES AND PERSONS WHO ARE PERSECUTING AN
INNOCENT AND LEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, STRAIGHT TO HIS FUCKING
GRAVE, FOR THE PAST FOUR SOLID DECADES NOW!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
Some
mother
fucking total puss chewing bastard,
is going to be real DAMN ass sorry, when MAGNESONIC
strikes back HARD SUPER HYPER TIME,
for this major utility assault on 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!!!!!!!
So
to get my retaliation and my RR-CS (Ronald Reagan Counter Strike), I
will ask how many peeps out here have seen the infomercial on the
GENERAC GENERATOR? Let's further explore this for those who have, and
well, for those who haven't, just be on the lookout or ask your
friends, or Google it or YouTube it, or 'whatever'. They say that
now, EVERY DAMN THING is up there on the YT! It shows the aging power
grid and the hackers sitting on chairs who are hacking into things.
Notice something please. Why
are they all dressed up in major camouflage gear, unless THEY KNOW,
and a hacker would certainly know the truth, that we all are being
watched through ANY AND ALL VIEW SCREENS, any time THEY want to watch
ANY OF US!
I was not going to reveal this secret, until a major assault day,
such as this one. Well, here we are, or as the United States ©
Office knows me quite well for saying on one of my music projects,
“HERE WE GO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep on laying the
real heavy dog**** all over me, and I'll keep right on telling tons
and tons of mother fucking shit that you don't want spewed out all
over the dick licking internet, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
But
if you really think that this is all I am going to do today for
totally wrecking my squat chewing last few days, THINK
AGAIN,
as they say on HGTV's
wonderful show,
“Beachfront
Bargain-hunt”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No folks, it is not 38 degrees,
but when they put that on the screen, they do me a favor, after-all,
it
ain't mother fucking illegal to day-dream,
huh Grace Isabel Huntington, and MC????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAA!
The
ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of
a crazy person. Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it
takes to make people believe that this is just made up insane
delusions of a Jersey crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason
for carrying out that whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell
me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP
THESE BLOGS.
Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT,
you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE
THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN
INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!
(Did
I say quite a groupation?)
The
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
is as some know by now, quite
a group.
It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death
and resurrection, aliens and UFO's, and the whole scene there,
psychics, and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why
the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird
things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in
any rational way, and
on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went
to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses
Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school
play,
and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally
innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we
all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY
POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!!
Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have
indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm
outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey”
or the (Robin
Hill Apartment Complex)
as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that
do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large
and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something
that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The
reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very
beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing
all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the
element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not
some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible
illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as
in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now
Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His
Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and
alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our
interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled
reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what
is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of
them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more
real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and
awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as
our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that,
there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness
of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No
interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one
either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins,
(Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to
distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same
games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the
'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as
the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the
Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where
star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as
stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line
from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can
dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still,
it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than
this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin
discussing here. The
ESS are the GODS,
or the COINS
and the COILS.
Coins and coils are a totally different species than the
Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN
DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity
teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into
seeing some of the powerful truths. The
reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no
different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of
the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal.
The
ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are
what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic
or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins.
Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and
others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and
devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is
the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in
Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up
anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power.
I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in
Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in
Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she
came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess
Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type
of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is
the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the
entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in
mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky
Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake
existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a
dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of
north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered
unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the
Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane
(Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where
out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory,
as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of
endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities
do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do
steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish
energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they
feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and
grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what
I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for
the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her
mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was
bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on
the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud
buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and
Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a
giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be
anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us
would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is
beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take
human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority
of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses.
15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then
dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings,
and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay
bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the
Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually
dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and
do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I
were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to
the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be
asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me
answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really
big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning
Goddess Diana
for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She
knows this,
as
do I.
But people in her great GODS-FAMILY
have dreamed down here as
the ESS,
and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so
much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda.
BUTTTTTTTT,
their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who
do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good.
Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep
being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S?
You
bet I do.
Also, I know for a fact that Mister
and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious
Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle,
hate
my 'DAMN' guts with an Italian passion.
Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all
around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from
doing every damn fucking thing that I have ever tried to do in this
human damn ass life; all
part of this organized scum against me,
the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire
324 inches???? YOU
CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE
SHIT, my kind folks!
If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog,
into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and
against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would
begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months,
and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a
drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if
memory correctly serves me here lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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“TRICKY-TEET-TEET”,
TO COOLEY H.H. Halloween's HALL.
NUMDWATATES
NOTE L3
9:18
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
31
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
THURSDAY,
OCTOBER 31, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 4:7
N.M.
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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.
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I
created a brand new 'ONES-BLOCKER'
that fits over my computer monitor-screen in that entire margin area,
so that as long as the other blocker also is covering up the page
number info on the left side of the screen; I will no longer be
seeing the one and only Mizz
Janeweedsleazedisease digitally represented on this thing
while blogging, or at least, HOPEFULLY; but I
have way more fucking bad news to get to folks, than this tiny
bit of nearly insignificant particle of better news, hot off of the
hot-nineties pig-beach television commercials, for anti-pollution.
WEEEEEEEE, so I may as well, to quote July 1970 Chill-mo, Sir Thomas
J. Reale of Southeast No Joysey, “Get it over with”!
I
thought that my mother fucking automobile air conditioning system was
repaired, BUT NO, IT AIN'T. You cannot live, Sheriff Mascara
sir,without air conditioning in a car, NAUT in this corner of the
globe, sir Sheriff! To quote a true Floridian and lover of very hot
weather, Sir Mike Patterson, and former Fort Pierce resident, now
residing in Hollywood-Miami, Florida, “You'll literally die in a
car that doesn't have good running AC in this area”. As
I speak, my upstairs mother fucking nabes from hell, SHERIFF SIR, are
still moving furniture around and making a god
awful racket above me on this
3rd
straight early ass fucking
cunt chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
yo!
Yessir
Sheriff, I guess I will be spending lots of doe that I don't have in
order to get this AC problem rectified. No one can live without good
running car-AC, 'NAUT' down here in this part of HELLishness-DOGTOWN
hell, lovely AT&T MIZZ BLAKE!!!
Yesterday
really fucking pissed me off. Not only was it a second
day of my TRIAD NABES FROM EARTHLY-DOGTOWN
driving me totally ass other damn fucking cunt nuts as all shit,
BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, and but sir; no
note was left at my door regarding the meeting held here in this
rotten PH
Building for a town-watch on 10-29. There was a posting notice
at the vestibule area where the elevators are, but I
do not go out every day, and so I missed seeing it, and missed the
meeting. I plan to complain about not
being given a notice, as this is
definite discrimination against sick elderly people such as myself
who cannot get out every day as well people can do. THAT
IS NAUT FUCKING ONE BIT FAIR, MISS FINCH OF TTZ AND MIZZ BLAKE OF
AT&T, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Sheriff, this slutty girlfriend of the pig above me is REALLY
GETTING ON ME' LAST NERVE, SIR, WITH THIS ENDLESS
FUCKING RACKET ABOVE ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ almighty
for the sake of Sahasra Dal Kanwal of the Astral PlanCKATORY
PLANE!!!! Another thing that is also doing this, oh mighty and
illustrious latengrate Mizz
Dawn-Marie KING of Atlantic City and hanging in there Hammonton, CUZZ
PAULA; is Mortimer Mortino the
goddamn annoying ANGEL OF DEATH, who refuses to stop buzzing
me, day and night, even
waking me now, in my cunt lapping fucking dirtbag
SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
during this particular death siege that seems to be ongoing for a 3rd
straight day now with these pigs above me in UNIT #707, I am also
getting the remaining parts of the usual dogshit that accompanies
these miserable rotten sieges. One is knots forming in clothing, be
it shoelaces or jumpsuit casual home-wear stuff, or as Congressman
Andrews would say back as a young lad, 'whatever'. Another annoyance
is pens not writing when they are not out of fucking ink. I'll bet
there are other folks out here who when truly pressed on this issue,
ARE INDEED ABLE TO 'RELATE' THEMSELVES WITH MUCH OF THIS DAMN JUNKY
CRAP! Another major annoyance is the DISAPPEARIN DEMON-ENTITY that I
have named “DISDEE” for short, and a moronic impish little kid
can right away see why I have given it that name. Shit just vanishes
and then usually somewhere between three minutes to an hour later,
poof, it is hiding right there in my apartment somewhere in absolute
plain ass view, or else hidden underneath a chair, or again
Congressman sir, as a dude of about age twenty over at Albert
Pileggi's house and 'band practice', “WHATEVER”! Crissake is my
life DOGTOWN!
Yes
Lads,
Lassies,
Lab-dogs,
and all great wild and inconceivable Lab
Technicians out here, from
Halloween Day at National Park, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Redbank Post Office, to
the lands of other magical areas over in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, at
a place now gone but once was called, the COOLEY HALL, on
Hopkins Road, right off of the illustrious and quite historic, KINGS
HIGHWAY, I have one thing to say right now, and that would be,
“TRICKY-TEET-TEET”!!!
I
fell asleep one night at my apartment called the DELLWAY ARMS, on
Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1971, just around the
time that I attended the great magical non-windy Cooley Hall,
although wind did play a powerful part of things. I was in Dave
Smith's class at the time of this wild dream. Outside of his
classroom was one of those punch the ball game things that when you
hit it, it would swing around and around. To win, you had to beat
your opponent by successfully punching it in their direction all the
way to where it won't go any farther. I always lost and am not an
athletic person, nor was I ever interested in sports or athletic
activities whatsoever, then, or now. But in this wild dreaming
interaction, I was outside with Mister Smith, and several other
teens; only I was in a parallel world where I
only knew Dave Leigh Smith, and not the others around us. Now
this took place at somewhere just around Halloween, and I cannot
remember if it was just past it or what, but I do remember that
Mister Smith, in the waking world, had recently sent two of us to the
nearby Haddonfield Public Library, to do research on the origins of
All Hallows Eve (Halloween).
This was myself and a fellow student and a total ass-wipe if I do say
so me' self, by the name of Sir John Gillerlain. He always loved to
give me hell and make me miserable, and we all again 'CAN RELATE' or
most of us can aniwho, from our school days, and having at least one
person who bullied us or treated us like total mother fucking Dogshit
every single ass day, YO BRO! So in this powerhouse dreaming
interaction, after all these transdimensional teens had kicked my ass
in that punch-ball game outside of Smith's classroom at Cooley Fooley
H. H. Halloween's HALL, Sir Drake and Sir MicroSUCKS Spellchecker
system yo; they began to run around me in circles similarly to the
ball that goes around on a rope in the game, and as they were running
around me, they kept doing something that several years later I had
come to learn was a real thing that was done by practitioners of the
hidden things, or 'occult' black-arts, called 'chanting', such as
Patricia H. H. Hollister and he “Neo-ho-rengay-key-oh” chant.
Only they were chanting at me, “Tricky-teet-teet” over and over
again, and pointing at me, and laughing loudly at me, and then they'd
repeat the cycle of chanting it loudly at me while running around me
in a circle, and then raucously laughing and pointing at me. This
seemed to go on for hours, one of those allnighter dreams that again,
most of you out here have had, and thus, again, you
can “RELATE”! How do these things all RELATE now
folks, to the newly opened up, and reopening of several major points,
regarding human consciousness,
the mind,
the brain,
and the true interconnected
hyper-spacial realms of time,
subconscious mental realms,
and so many other RELATED topics;
you may all be wondering about, right around now, me' peeps? Well,
allow me, or to quote from December
of 1972, and up on Long Island in
Babylon, New York, at 175
Peninsula Drive, at the home of my mom's cousin's
hubby, Mister Heinz Great Banker Gottwald; “Permit
me”, to explain this junk to you now in greater detail and
elaboration. As I speak, doors are slamming at 10:24 this morning.
It's either coming from one of those two endlessly fucking major
annoying irritant asshole ILLEGALS in UNIT # 608, or UNIT # 605.
WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?
All
the people out here, are thoroughly convinced and falsely so, that
they are real and tangible, and that there is a real and solid world
around them, made up of real things, and real people; and Albert
Einstein knew better, and he proved it all completely,
mathematically, and scientifically; Detective Ed 'L&O' Green,
sir!!!!!!!! So now EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE, CAN GO AND LOSE
THEIR DAMN ASS JOBS, huh ol' pal, yo????????
I
hate the idea of having to open up such a complex subject, but it
most definitely must be done, and so I will do it, just not all right
now, today, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Once we truly get what is
happening, then the so-called 'Hollister-Occult' stuff, begins to
take on brand new meanings and once never imagined colors inside of
the unfathomable electromagnetic spectrum of true-reality, at least
here on this blown out hyperspace area called by some mystics and
psychics, the 'Physical-Plane'. So why did I not make a bigger deal
of the lovely Mizz P. H. Hollister H. on my first couple of years
blogging, some wonder? Well, could it be that I HAD NOT STARTED TO
REMEMBER LOTS OF POWERFUL AND INCREDIBLE SHIT, back then, and to
quote the lovely lady-critic on my HATEPAGE from the Internet-Radio
Station WFMU, or maybe it was some other lady making some other
comment regarding my blogs and the early discussions regarding and
concerning the great Astral-Plane's “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, maybe I am
just making it all up as I go along. Well, to some degree I am, as
this is an endlessly ongoing search for the truth, and it ain't like
any of you, or me for that matter as well, was born with all of the
mother fucking answers to it all, yo! So right about here, I suppose
a HUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan “WOW and WEEEEEEEEEE” are in 'perfect
non-Pennock' order, with or without fantastic mind controlling air
conditioners, Mars Graphic Services of Westville, where I enjoyed so
many wild characters, such as football legend Joe Nemeth's cousin
John Nemeth, or any wild areas of the great mysterious north-lands.
Still, I think of John all the time because his famous cuzz is always
on the TV advertising for wonderful MEDICARE. WOW-WOW-WOW. Gimme' a
buzz someday if you';re reading any of this, John from the print
shop. The boss, Steve wanted to know stuff, and when he was given
(GIVENS) the opportunity to do just that, his wife, at least IMHO
aniwho, put a gigantic and immediate kibosh on that, in the autumn of
1996. but them yo, these were indeed extremely weird, inconceivable,
and volatile times; 'naut' just for the Mountainpen, but for the
entire damn ass world, me BRO! Call me up and we'll hash out old
times. I am listed in the system or any internet display of Fort
Pierce White-Pages, Mark Wayne Mohr. My life has no closets, and no
secrets. I
deplore and detest secrets, look what has all resulted in my
wonderful screwed up Huntington family, with all of their dirty nasty
disgusting whittle huh hush secrets. Me, I blow the
closet doors right off their mother fuckign damn hinges. That is what
I do, just like Trump builds “Great Structures”, as that is “What
he does”. SHEEEEEEEIT;
I am growing extremely fucking ass nauseous.
Arthur
Huntington, hung himself in a basement
of his home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite
brutally with an ax, in their sleep. What
a damn ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
IF YOU PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
gorgeous
inmate
Alice Ciminelli
said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show,
to ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's
Law&
Order.
She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or
CO's for short), “They
have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or
how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It
finds us, we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
BANG-BANG-BANG,
THREE STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS OF THESE CUNT LAPPING ANNOYING DOORS,
SHERIFF MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't tell me that
someone or something DID NAUT cause me to miss that TOWN-WATCH
MEETING. I know differently, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
with or without my lousy timing, Mister Musical Arranger, Tom Glenn
sir, may I say right now on this rotten ass miserable as usual
Hollistertober Halloween Day of 2019,
''MELLLLLY
MELLLLLY CLISMAS''; Ex-FCC
Director-Chairman, Bob McDowell; old buddy, from 1972, at the
great wonderful awesome Cooley Wormhole Hall of
Haddonfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Folks
with lots of fucking shit to lose and nothing to gain by
Mountainpen's blogs, do all they can to screw them up, don't they
wonderful SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, kind sir?
The
great one and only Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, here in Florida,
Saint Lucie County, in these great and awesome United States.
Hey
peeps, the world sucks for just about all of us, but that's no dam
reason to go all crybaby over it, YO.
Me,
O sort of have a little bit of an excuse to do this, do I “NAUT”,Mizz
AT&T BLAKE??????
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
CHRIS,
ED,
AND
THE
MILITUFORCE
BLOGAUD,
CHAPTER
17
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
AND
LASER RETRACE AND DISTANCE DELAY LUNSAT FIELD TECHNOLOGY ALL ASIDE,
FOLKS; I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, AND
NEITHER DOES THE GREAT DAWN-MARIE KING, OR THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO
MECHANIC, WITH THE LOGO'S ALL OVER HIS DAM WEIRD JERSEY, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
fucked up my browser links with the Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce,
the Seaport Hotel of Boston, and the Jupiter lighthouse of good old
FLORIDA, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! What else can the MILITUFORCE and
their pals from DOGTOWN and the BRIGGBASE do to me on this or any
following HALLOWEEN???????????????????
DECEMBER
8, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-74/L-59).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 67.
WIND
IS NNE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 8.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0009.
Well
between that monster punch that Keisha pounded my right arm with,
fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween
pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW,
you and me are two near time amputee patients, huh old neo-ho-rengay
key oh, chanter guy?
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like
cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you
somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly
late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!
Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions
here, lovely Boston meat-packer, turned DISCO-QUEEN!
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So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
What
the fuck are you laughing at, YO?
My
life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty
son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay,
I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
0000.
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and
going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla.
WOW, there was an old OUTER
LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
Like
WOW, Mister Macy-34.
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze
and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental
illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold,
and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for
some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in
Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie
Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to
recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween
parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where
Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and
Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets
and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in
there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of
th e2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, an dhow
WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet
you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a
hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
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 THREE DAYS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29, 30, 31,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS MY TRIAD ENEMIES
IN THIS PH BUILDING, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE
ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY
RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL BLOGS OF THE BOM:
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TRANSMISSION.
NUMDWATATES
NOTE K3
9:39
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
30
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
TWO
STRAIGHT MORNINGS ARE NOISY AGAIN, IN THIS MISERABLE FUCKING PLACE
WHERE I MUST LIVE, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN KEPT POOR AND OPPRESSED ALL MY
CUNT LAPPING LIFE, NO MATTER HOW GODDAMN HARD I EVER HAVE TRIED TO
LIFT MYSELF OUT OF FILTHY ROTTEN POVERTY IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE; OH
GREAT SENATOR DAMN SANDERS,KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!
The only step below where I now must live here in this horrendous
nightmare PUBLIC
HOUSING
BUILDING of good ol' Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG,
would
be underneath a bridge somewhere with the cock sucking bums who would
slit
my throat the second I fell asleep!
This
cunt chewing ILLEGAL SLUTBAG ABOVE ME,
according to the old resident manager, is just another ILLEGAL
GUEST WHO VIOLATES THE RULES, AND
STAYS OVERNIGHT WITH SOME OLD FUCKING WORTHLESS FART; AND
SHE MAKES ALL THIS RACKET WITH HER CONSTANT MOVING AND THROWING
AROUND OF MOTHER FUCKING FURNITURE, AND SHE IS ALSO NOISY
IN THE CUNT EATING KITCHEN AS WELL. The
regular residents are not that bad, it is always, as was
yesterday again, with these ILLEGAL BASTARD ASS COUSINS ACROSS FROM
ME, WHO I WAS ALSO TOLD, ARE IN VIOLATION OF RULES AND LAWS, as they
were barred from coming here to this building, and yet, Fort Pierce
Police, THEY DO, and they won't ever stop doing it either. Yet all my
life, if I spit on the DAMN sidewalk, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, I
would do a Monopoly Game, and “GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, WITHOUT
PASSING GO OR COLLECTING MOTHER FUCKING $200”.
Now
it is high time to temporarily go around the
greatest points and subjects of Morianity that make it what it
is in fact; and move onto a side tangent for a
short while. That is to say, move
away from all this 'DAMN' 'hyperspace' discussion
throughout all of these blogs of nearly fourteen years now, so as
soon as I post up ANOTHER MAGNESONIC
COUNTERSTRIKE ON THESE NABE-ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN, I will
continue on with this discussion, me' kind Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs,
and Lab-Techs out here, and any other AATS or NON-AATS BLOGAUDIANS,
yo me' great BRAHHHHHHHHHH'S and SIS'SSSSSSSS, and without any of
lovely awesome Mizz Susan Lucci's 1983
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-NAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEE!!!!
Well
the great latengrate Mizz Aretha Franklin would tell us all so nicely
in her fantastic music for many years, that she felt the Earth move
under her feet. If this shit being done to me is not punished
eventually by some absolute force of omnipotent power, then this
entire thing as the Mountainpen has claimed all mother fucking along,
yo, IS JUST A HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS GAME, THE GREAT GASME GAME OF THE
COINS AND THE COILS OF THE INCONCEIVABLE PURGATORY. THIS HAS BEEN MY
CLAIM NOW SINCE I BEGAN THESE BLOGS NEARLY 14 YEARS BACK, AND I
WANTED VERLY VELY VELY NON-BOB MCDOWELL BADLY, TO HAVE BEEN CUNT
LAPPING PROVEN MOTHER FUCKING WRONG, ONLY IT SEEMS LOVELY MISS FINCH
AND AWESOME AT&T MISS BLAKE, THAT I WAS 'NAUT'! If I a incorrect
in any of this, then feel fucking ass free t show me the errors of
me' ways maitees, but do it intelligently, and Notfondauonebit Jane,
but do it in better ways than making fun of the Tellosians or the
poor bastard who no longer is able to come to this lovely Patty
Ouchbite Building, of all great DRY THROATS, EVERYWHERE! TANKS FOLKS,
and big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B-O-O-M” YO!
Tricky-teet-teet,
oh wonderful PURGATORY! Yes folks, I HEAR BACKHOE-BEEPS in my pussy
huffing sleep and 'dreams' (Hyperspace Travels) to be more
accurate!!!! Now the ILLEGAL FUCKING COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME ARE
STARTING UP FOR THE DAY AT 10:12, AFTER HOURS OF EARLY
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING FURNITURE DOGSHIT ABOVE ME. For the past
two days it HAS BEEN UNITS 608 ACROSS FROM ME &
707 ABOVE ME. Still when we include the usually more noisy
nabes next door to me, we get that unmistakable mother fucking
NUCLEAR TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)
GROUPATION, or (THREE SURROUNDING DIRTBAG PRICK NABES), in other
words, yo! Yes folks, the entire thing is not happening physically,
but rather in a realm where things exist exactly the same way only
they are all multiplied by the square of the constant, or put in very
elementary and parochially verbiage, yo, multiplied by the speed of
light times the speed of light. Dividing that reality by C-SQ
therefore means, that our true existence becomes localized in human
consciousness. It is said that our entire body, and that includes
what is above our necks; is maybe at best worth a little over a
dollar to medical science. My point is that the
magic of it all, are the ELECTRONS that activate this wild magical
fucking brain-goo (gray-matter), and without these electrons, as any
Neuro-Surgeon will tell us, racing all around this weird stinky goo,
“WE ARE DEAD”. If you doubt me, go to that great fantastic
“L&O” Television show, and the episode where an illegal organ
harvest was performed by a crooked Neuro-Surgeon with a
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GOD-COMPLEX, and hear how he told the ADA “When a
Neuro-Surgeon says you're dead, YOU'RE DEAD”! Guess who just mother
fucking reared her totally ugly head again at me, folks? Yessir, good
ol' miserable witch-bitch JF the Sleazeweedsdisease on steroids. I
must now of course compensate wit my groupation of lovely FIVE 55555
NUMBERS, so here they goddessdamn are, me' gwate folks:
555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
AND WITHOUT ANY GREAT SIXTIES BANDS WHATSOEVER. OH
THESE ANNOYING MOTHER FUCKING ILLEGAL COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME.
HOW SOME FOLKS AROUND HERE REMAIN ENDLESSLY
AND ILLEGALLY PRIVELAGED, WHILE OTHERS SUCH AS ME, DARE
NOT EVEN EVER EXPECTORATE ON LOCAL SIDEWALKS, WITHOUT FEAR
OF GOING DIRECTLY TO THE ROCK ROAD
MASCARA HOTEL, AKA THE
LOCAL COUNTY JAIL,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
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 TWO DAYS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29th
AND 30th,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT
#608 AND UNIT
#707, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG
THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL BLOGS OF THE BOM:
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THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT
LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM,
I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING
REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS
PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist
bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and
rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black
colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY
of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Same
Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from
1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!
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When you open your eyes
underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown???????
“Nope-nope-nope-nope”, Jimmy Stewart,
yo!
Well, I did drown in 1995,
in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland
Avenue.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace;
trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo;
I
will never totally know.
So
let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger
blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great
ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn
blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the
way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's
other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze
'stop'
reading this blog
right
now, great folks!
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The
reason that you all are surrounded by physical life is because the
electrons running around in your human-brain are bringing this
illusion to you, just as if you went to the movies and the
dude or duddess upstairs in the projection room are doing the same
thing,bringing the illusion to you that life is going on on a truly
empty screen in front of you. When you reach out to touch any
so-called solid object around you, ever, all you are truly feeling is
an invisible electromagnetic field. That is what is 'solid' and not
the so-called illusionary objects. When a giant wall of water takes a
surfer for a joyful ride at the beach, it is not the water, but the
invisible energy that is moving through that water, one molecule to
another one, The same thing with a great wind from even a twister or
a hurricane. Invisible energy is being transferred from one air
molecule into another one. The air is not moving, and the water is
not moving, no matter how your senses insist that this is not the
case. It may look like it is a real wall of moving water or a huge
twisting debris field in a tornado. It is not however. It is always
just ENERGY, the world of the invisible. This is what Einsteins great
formula was truly all about, and the joke was on him all along. He
never ever concentrated on the inversion of that formula. The energy
of your beingness is all that is real, and your dreams off of this
endless purgatory are just that, DREAMS. To say that everything is a
worthless delusion would not therefore be an inaccurate statement.
When the GASME'S are injected into the mix
however, it does tend to spice it up just a wee fucking bit, don't
you think?
I
have been screwed with by machines under the PAWM-PIE
weaponry-tool of OTAMM-SCUM
for nearly three solid decades on this really bad high level, and
done of this shit is one bit new to me, in fact it's getting very
mother fucking ancient and beyond annoying cubed. Recently since
2008, it has been computer hacking, but take those lovely Harry
Callas digits of that year and invert them and ''up it by one
century'', Doctor Sagan, and we can get things such as, ''Lenny
Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's, illegal telephone tape recorder''?
Go ahead, tell me how I am incorrect here, and we can do a remake
commercial and get a new young girl with long hair all filled with
shampoo, going, ''WROOOOOOOOOONG''.
I
am really at my mother fucking wits end of cosmically being in daily
situations where I may as well have a group of folks dressed like mob
enforcers in polo jerseys walking up to me; each one giving me that
''you're dead meat'' kind of eye contact, while striking their fists
into their hands; and might as well all be singing in a harmonized
choir, all perfectly pitched; the lyric: “Try
getting out of this one”
if you get me' drift here, me maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz 'Bondi'?
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
'Stay
Connected'
?????????????????????????????????????
Not
that long ago, kind peeps out here; this machine-magic
of our present age and time,
would literally get you hung as a witch, and then even more recently
when I was growing up, if anyone any where had ever told me
seriously, that things like the internet and all these
wild 'linking'
magic tricks and social-media,
and
all of it,
were really real AND EXISTING SOMEDAY IN MY OWN LIFETIME; I
would have punched them over and over again, until they had fallen
down in lots of fucking pain,
for daring to insult my intelligence to that kind of a degree, yo yo
yo yo yo yo, and yet, HERE WE ALL ARE TODAY AS WE APPRACH MONTH
NUMBER ELEVEN OF TWO THOUSAND AND NINETEEN YEARS OF THE COMMON ERA!
WOW to THAT, Mizz lovely WINFREY, and yes girl, I am down to 199
MOTHER FUCKING POUNDS, and still DROPPING IT OFF GIRL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555Somebody
is mad at me; Jane Waterbuckets!
10302019-1100-22
MY
COMPUTER CRASHED AT 11 AM, KJM!
I
AM EXPERIENCING A WHOLE LOT MORE OF THIS GODDAMN ASS MAJOR
FUCKING HACKING
TRYING TO GET THIS INTO MY BLOG, AGAIN, MISTER BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND BUDDY! SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies, and broken promises; right my wonderful black
birds, all over everywhere, watching over me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!
Making
it through July 4 is one thing. There still is the weekend, then the
soon to come twelfth, and the eighteenth; anniversary dates straight
from HELL itself; pertaining to the mighty WASHCLOTH CLAN. Now, am I
correct about all of this, Jenny Washburn, and David Cuzzcleanhands
of Smithtown, NY-USA?????
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE; thank you for taking such great care of me. Still,
Dawn and Ann have me kidnapped in that universe; and
I managed to dream-flash away
a couple hours ago; but it was horrible! I
suppose this family will have me trapped with them forever,
fifth dimensionally. There is just no dam escape. The lightbulb won't
ever ever ever come on; will it my wonderful awesome daughter,
PEE??????????????
MY
OLDER DAUGHTER IS HACKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME, AND THIS IS
EVERY BIT AS BAD AS 2008 AFTER CHASE TOLD HER THAT I HAD PURCHASED
HER MUSIC PROJECTS, AND AFTER I LOADED IN THE COMPUTER ONE JUST FOR
FUN. SHE SOMEHOW KNEW I WOULD DO THIS, AND EVER SINCE, IT IS AS IF
SHE JUST LIVES TO DO THIS TO ME! Y JIMMY Y, Y IS SHE DOING ALL OF
THIS TO ME; JIMMY DINERSECRETS FROM FREAKING ASS HELL???????????
I NEED YOUR HELP MY WONDERFUL PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE, and maybe this is you playing with me, no one would believe this, I only typed PEE one time, then after that, the margin of the document altered, then the color went to bright white, and I just now changed it back.
Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!
PEE, I am going
to try something huge. I am taking a deck of playing cards, and I
want you to tell me as I place them down now, if you are here inside
of this computer as a T3E, which numbers you wish me to be aware of.
The joker cards and the royal cards are removed, and all that's left
is the ace through ten cards of the four suits. Man if this works,
this is gonna' be so way cooler than any high powered cassette decks
and amps that ran on twice the electrical power for beyond RIAA
quality standards that even today's best digital electronics cannot
yet accomplish. Even shit like remaining
transistorized parts on the mother board,
bypassed
by higher heat yet still used to make the system function, way back
in late 1980 somewhere at a New Jersey apartment living room on early
afternoons, before leaving for job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studios. Now, if you are inside this machine, write down or memorize
the 40 cards. OK, I have shown all 40 cards to the machine. I now am
going to begin some writing that the hacks can be used to show me
numbers from one through forty of this deck of cards. Let me go on
with the blog and see if indeed, my wonderful PEE can do something
here, as I feel she is now inside my computer, asleep from her
parallel universes of course, where she is just as much tangible and
physical as I am right now, here.
Now
when I wanted to change color on the pasted in other font a short
while back, it did not work on the first try, and the mouse kept
losing the highlight, as many times it does over and over, but this
hack made it work on try number two, so I am going to see what card
number 2 in in the deck, and this deck will not be altered, and thus
will throughout this experiment, always have the same card, such as
card one will always be 2-H. Card two will always be 3-S. Letters
mean H-HEART, S-SPADE, C-CLUB, D-DIAMOND. Now this second card is a
three of spades in the cycle of this deck. If I can communicate with
this hack using this, and find it to be PEE,
or MERRY,
I will of course keep experimenting. This might just be the
revelation of the decade for me, but I am not going to get my hopes
up anywhere near yet, lads and lassies. I want so badly to have some
contact with my daughters, and yet, I don't trust either one of them
very much, as they seem to think a lot of stuff is funny, that is not
at all funny, especially MY. I would really hope this to be a new
communicative tool, but it
reminds me too much of MC's sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She and
Sarah Karge know only too well, they share too many things for me not
to believe what I do, bulldozers and Bolivar Hotel heat all just one
part of this very nasty business, am I right; Estelle Anderson
Imlandingnow Bassler; of Ormond Beach, North Florida?
SO
W—O—W,
MISTER
MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane Himacane, if you're remotely interested, the Atlantic
County Prosecutor's Office is most likely not going to return my
legally paid for Morianity-Foundation website disc, and am awaiting
to hear from them still, as I speak-type. Nothing changes, ever since
the super hyper time huge change that went down, just because I fell
asleep with an earache in 1986 after coming back from a trip into the
Pine Barrens of New Jersey one late night, with my pal, David Charles
Roth, and nothing was ever the same. I believe that OLD TESTAMENT
MORIANITY has a quote regarding this, so I will paste it in right
here. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever
has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning
of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
PASTED IN FROM 2006 BEGINNING BLOGS:
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
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I
have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to
Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You're
all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
You're
all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
When
I tried to repair a red squiggly line on Mizz Moody's web-page with
all those 'magical links', huh lovely P.H., the fucking CUM-PUKE-HER
crashed. WOW THAT! Where are the 'garden hoses', John and Merry?
AND
THIS IS NOT JUDGE JUDY'S PLAYPEN, IT IS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3,
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk yukking, all that you wish to; WEEEEE!!!
JULY
5, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 9:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
GOING
TO 91 AND WILL FEEL CENTURY+MARK AGAIN.
79%
HUMIDITY, FEELS 99 DEGREES ON HEAT INDEX, YUK CHUCK.
Nothing
I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at
least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what
anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for now.
Ever
notice how timeless Morianity is, and ever wonder what other fucking
ANITY
appears to also be? In any event, I know that I fucking have, lads
and lassies, YO!
I
used to notice that if I said much more than hello, how are you, in
blogs, to PP, he was god dam ready to come down here to my place and
to quote him 100% on a voice mail in twenty-twelve, “kick my
fucking ass”. I can't know is shit is pissing off peeps, if they
sit there and don't tell me. Then again, just what's the fucking
rational explanation for my telling a very tear jerking sad ass story
such as my last blog from New Jersey, and some crumb on the
UNEXPLAINED
MYSTERIES BLOGGER WEBSITE,
comments back to me a very mean FUCK ME comment? I think it was on
the day that I first saw that fucking comment around summer time in
twenty-ten, that I totally fuckiGN knew this world was worthless,
ignorant, and beyond any hope of repair. I do not believe in aliens
or any life out in outer space. But if there was any, why in the name
of the fuckiGN gods would they wish to set foot on this mucous filled
pile of horse crap? Think about it dead fuckiGN seriously, good
people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to make me LOBO-2, wonderful
daughter, AHA! I see my (FUCKIGN-HACK) is back, FCC, Bob McDowell!
I
hope my hyperspace pal the great Ice Tea doesn't kick my little ass
for saying this, but I have learned throughout me' tiny fragile and
frail whittle insignificant life, that not all things can be solved
by shooting out employer office windows, and this leads me to what I
said on these days as per the above CAPPED-IN time and date posting.
I said that if things don't change, the streets will resemble Rikers
Island of NYC, and I was pretty damn accurate. The upstairs cunt
lapping furniture assholes are at it again, so I can only wish that
they were getting that wild incredible punch that he gave that
under-cuv dude who slugged lovely Rollins in the gut at that NYC
gasoline station, and no, not at a POWER TEST GASOLINE STATION, but
still, WOW what a punch, yo!!! Too bad we are not good buds here in
this part of the hyperspace. Still, last night I was visited by lots
of nasty insects whom I have sent back to the Purgatory recently, and
they were biting me and cursing at me. The only thing missing,and
thank the damn gods for it, was TEA'S mighty GUT PUNCH. AGAIN, WOW.
Even gorgeous Keisha from 1999 would have to be somewhat impressed,
and this lovely giant AA teen fractured my right arm in one
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful pounding. You could hear my bone
fracturing a half a mile down the courtyard at once was the
Finnesteere Apartments where in 1975, I walked through and cussed out
our wonderful LORD, King Akoslem, for allowing me to be assaulted in
where else, but good ol' ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG.
Gee Wiligars people!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that fucking cunt
trustworthy (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW AGAIN!
HERE
WE FUCKING GO AGAIN ON DAY NUMBER FOUR WITH DOOR SLAMMING; KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA!
MY
DIRT BAG NABES ARE SLAMMING, DAY 4.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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