AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
35
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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10:46
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
MORNING
10 DECEMBER,
2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
12-10-2019
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The
second I got up it has been another mother fucking cunt lapping MAJOR
DAY OF MAJOR FUCKING CUNT DEATH SIEGE, AND ASSAULT, AND ELDER ABUSE,
FROM THIS EVIL GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE; SHERIFF KENNETH J.
MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USAESMWG, AND I THINK IT
IS HIGH TIME IO BRAVE UP AND DRIVE OVER TO YOUR DAMN OFFICE, OR I
WILL END UP COMMITTING SUICIDE IN HERE, BECAUSE I CANNOT TAKE ANY
MORE OF THIS FUCKING SHIT, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
all started with the scumbags across the hallway from me in unit
#608, with their goddamn annoying doors, and then it has been one
freeze up after another on my COMCAST
TELEVISION SERVICE, and if COMCAST won't get this TRUMP
HACK TO STOP ON ME, after I have been paying for
LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY obtained service, and very expensive
fucking service with them may I also add in here; THEN I WILL HAVE
BEEN LEFT ABSOLUTELY NO BARNABAS COLLINS
DARK SHADOWS CHOICE, BUT TO CONTACT THE
BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, AND LODGE AN
OFFICIAL FEDERAL LEVEL COMPLAINT, FOR CONSPIRACY
AND ELDER ABUSE AND CRIMINAL
MISCHIEF, AGAINST OUR EVIL ROTTEN
PRESIDENT AND HIS EVIL ROTTEN DEMENTED GANG OF HOODLUMS!
AS I TYPE, THE BANGING ON MY WALLS IS BEGINNING
ALL AROUND ME ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS OTHER GODDAMN FUCKING DOGSHIT,
SHERIFF, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
I
may have to amend what I typed earlier this morning on the previous
mother fucking blog, CHAPTER #36, you know, thissssssss:
Week
*************************************l**********
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-10-19
Sheriff
KJM sir, I hope to screw up me' damn courage soon and cross the RED
LINE ZONE!
I
will tell you a little bit about LIFE
AND DEATH on a level and plane that many of you WILL FOR A CHANGE
fucking cunt be able to better grasp and understand,
based solely on your own limited non-relatable lives and experiences
or lack there of, that would otherwise permit you, and my
“Camera-happy banker Senior-VP up on the great Woodie Guthrie
Island of New York; to fully grasp on the normally spoken higher
levels written on, in this Morianity and its 14 years of blogs! I
have died many countless times since I was born as the Mountainpen,
in the persona of Mark Wayne Mohr, and never made a secret over this
fact, and have told it over and over repeatedly on these blogs.
Before we get into this retaliatory strike that will raise this
week's RED LINE STS and cause a necessary RE-POST after I'm all
fucking cunt through folks; allow and permit me, UNK HEINZ GOZZWALD
GOTTWALD the mighty fucking latengrate original yacht owner and L.I.
Sound sail-er around'er, without exciting too any mother fucking
SARAH-SUSANS out here in the great 'WOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF' TERRITORIES,
YO!!!!
Copyright
© 1999 – 2019 Google
::::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 ASSAULT ON
ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS
DAY OF 10 DECEMBER, IN 2019,
USING MAJOR UTILITIES
AND COMCAST SERVICE
ASSAULTS AND FREEZES AND INTERRUPTIONS,
MY TRIAD NABES AND THEIR ILLEGAL GUESTS MAKING
ALL DAY NOISE, AND 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.
SSJKK;
I know that U came 2 me as Giant Sharon
in early August of 1998, and I blew it
like a stupid scared little wuss that I am,
can U ever forgive your special doggie, 'THAT
BOY', Zeranniss
Yancy??????????????
So
go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
and know the truths
that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL IS
COVERING UP. This brings date and time file 00000IX to an end.
END TRANSMISSION, but NAUT of this blog, yo!!!!
Posted
by theansweristheqyuestion
at 2:06
PM
Because now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
fucking cunt day in December of the year of two thousand and
nineteen, and I'll try naut to clear my throat while pronouncing the
year and get the Welcare peeps all mixed up into thinking that I
don't know where I am in GODS CALENDAR OF TIME, due to being stuck
now in this fucking miserable world of algorithms and artificial
intelligence of the non-American Idols kind of all great AI shit
everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
fucking cunt day in December of the year of two thousand and
nineteen, and I'll try naut to clear my throat while pronouncing the
year and get the Welcare peeps all mixed up into thinking that I
don't know where I am in GODS CALENDAR OF TIME, due to being stuck
now in this fucking miserable world of algorithms and artificial
intelligence of the non-American Idols kind of all great AI shit
everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Archie
mother fucking television-comedian Bunker, AKA Sir Carroll O'Connor
would say it real DAMN perfectly right about now should he be here
with me in this room, “WHOOOP-DEE-DO”!
If
you make up any system
at all, let's say to
play against the game of 'ROULETTE'
for example, and play
it
during really
bad times of this DEATH SIEGE;
this is when they
will dependably crash and burn
on you. If you have an intermittent problem with a car or a TV set,
or any mechanical or electrical device, THIS AS WELL is when it will
predominantly show up to annoy you. Dennis Snyder the great Chemical
Engineer by weekday and Security Officer by weekend, up in NO JOYSEY
said it so damn fucking ass perfectly that I'll never ever forget it,
folks! He said to me over and over again, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, “And
that's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So does this
shit that I have reiterated here on this blog, connect into the very
reality and FAWCES behind the great so-called veil of quintessential
mystery that we all know as “LIFE AND DEATH”? The goddamn mother
fuckign answer is an unequivocal and quite loudly resounding
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, lovely Erica SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! So allow
me to get into this wild fucking shit; me' great and wonderful
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going to tell you something that needs to be told in order to
properly open this up and lay all of the needed foundation work so
that you all won't look at this shit as more meaningless
Mountainpen's gibberish, yo! When you are sleepy but AFTER you have
been sleeping, in other words the greatest way to try what I'm about
to tell you, is to set an alarm clock for about half of the normal
time that you sleep, so if you are seven hour nightly sleeper,you set
it for about three to four hours, and so forth. When you wake up and
kill your alarm clock, you do not lay back in bed but rather sit in
an easy chair. After a few tries of what I will tell you next, and
you can look at this as an experimentation that is somewhat a cross
between the 'Fascitar', and heavy 'transcendental meditation'; but
you begin to think about the fact that the only thing true and real
is NOTHINGNESS, as after-all seeing it totally logically, how could
anything else really be so? As you begin to have this powerful
fucking truth begin to literally creep into your awareness; simply
begin to create a small daydream around you, and remember that you
must be in the exact state that you would be in, under this precise
set of waking/dreaming circumstances, as I said to do. You will see
the truth for yourself that you are literally creating it all from a
VOID ZERO DIMENSIONAL state where you SIMPLY EXIST, even before MIND
blows out into the ASTRAL-PLANE, sort of how the ECKANKAR religion
sees things, only even truer. You won't need anyone but yourself and
it is as real as if you were decades in the future with a million
dollar virtual reality game that permits TOTAL interactive JACK-INS,
just likein the movie that you must go and see or rent or buy or
whatever if you don't know what is being referred to here, called,
“Lawn Mower Man 2”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
will see that just as the YOU HERE is creating the interaction all
around you, that is the YOU in real truth, SOUL at 0-D (zero
dimension), all of the other YOU persona's in the virtually limitless
fifth dimensional hyperspace are also doing likewise. Now this does
not by any stretch mean that YOU are in CONTROL of diddly
shit,
to quote lovely Whoopee Goldberg, only
she didn't curse.
The real you is doing this, and performing this exercisemerely allows
you to sort of view the TRUTH-MOVIE and see it happening for
yourself,BUT NO ONE HAD THE POWER TO UNLEASH the connected LIFE-DEATH
system if you will, as THAT is a LAWTRONIC PROGRAM. The only way to
defeat a lawtronic program would be to influence someone alive here
physically while you are on the Astral-Plane, to somehow know about
wild and magical technologies such as Electronic-Metaphysics, and
then force them through powerhouse MIND CONTROL, to bring them here
with you, as TRUMP did to me in the early nineteen-seventies, not his
body clay, but
the real character, 'SHORTY MACINVONDI',
who
went into the clay being, once known as D.J. TRUMP.
SHERIFF,
MY HACKERS ARE MAJOR,
AND ARE FUCKING CUNT POOOOOOOUUUUUURING
ON THAT ANNOYING FUCKING (SPACE-BAR HACK),
KIND SIR YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is going to be off the fucking scale powerful storms and
earth-surface-disturbances on a scale that is totally unfathomable,
and MAGNESONIC
will really be ON THE FUCKING CUNT PROWL after this off the fuckign
dials 2019 THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH ASSAULT SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME;
A
COMPLETELY LEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, BORN IN BRYN MAWR,
PENNSYLVANIA AT 9:30 A.M. ON SATURDAY, 4 DECEMBER, OF 1954,
IN
THE YEAR OF OUR LORD, AND MY 61st
GRAND POPS UNCLE!
Now the life-death foundation has been laid, and just going to this
point, and what I am planning to tell on many forbidden topics, that
include the detailed truths of the connections with the invention
known as KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL; is why I am now re-rating the
Secrets Thermometer Scale! So fucking STAY-C ass tuned,kind folks,
and unkind agents and all enemies as well, as you
ain't even begun to hear Al Jolson's and Karen Carpenter's great
cosmic fucking musical duet,
translated into verbiage, and
BEYOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
REVISED STS IS SHOWN BELOW:
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-10-19
If
I had told just a small part of the musical invention and how the
PHASE-4 character TRUMP-MACINVONDI was truly behind it all; I'd
fucking need to add about another five or more stars on the scale and
use an even brighter RED COLOR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
Yes
folks,the great HUNTINGTON family is why David 'Spurious-Wirtz' Roth
the 33rd
highest possible DEGREED MASON, was SENT INTO MY LIFE, at the CALDOR
113 Department Store in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG, early in
November the tricky month, huh all MO's all over the place, back in
195, where hopefully, the mighty cool Margie Leo might just be
willing to someday “CUT ME A BREAK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee
fucking cunt eating willagars and golly gash darn diddly
whoopee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only lightning knows WHY
SHE
keeps me here on this horrible fucking Earth-Planet in my present
persona, but I will venture a guess. SHE
is waiting for the NEXT CHOSEN HUNTINGTON to be Morgan Collins
selected, in all of the great dot connected lottery systems of great
Misses 1969-2000 Marola peeps from magical non windy COOLEY HALLS,
and then again, Sir Andrew, maybe WINDS ARE very much connected,
despite seemingly not at first fucking ass glance. But then, sending
future sounds into the past can be done when we dub from one to
another at too high of a recorded ratio. If you were speeded up to
the nanosecond level of consciousness, you would only be able to walk
at a speed of just under 11.8 inches in one of your accelerated
seconds, and if you approached walking that fast, you would find the
mass of your body somewhere as HUUUUUUUUUUGE as a continent. Sound
wild and nutty huh? Just ask any good fucking University Quantum
Physicist if Mountainpen is lying to you here with any of this, yo! I
fucking cunt dare a one of ya'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REMEMBER
PEEPS, the (JRSS) is more
scary-real than
all of Sir
Pete Smith's scary digital recording systems of 1982,
and that ALL
DOTS ALWAYS DO CONNECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The joke is two fold. You simply CANNAUT make up anything or create
physically what is NAUT there first spiritually, E=MC-SQ, and also,
you CANNAUT create a true real RANDOM, as all things are in a
powerful cosmic pattern, with the greatest MAYA-illusion of all
totally mixed up in the whole damn thing, CODED RANDOM. RANDOM is and
was and always will be nothing more than a DISGUISED PATTERN, and
THAT'S just realty, son! As I type this, a FIRE ALARM IS NOW SOUNDING
at 12”09 P.M. See you at your Midway Road OFFICE in two hours, oh
wonderful SHERIFF Ken Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dec
1, 2019 1:00 PM – Dec 8, 2019 12:00 PM
|
All
Sarah's everywhere know one powerful thing, and that is HOW TO USE
THE PATTY HOLLISTER FASCITAR, JUST AS SHE MADE SURE THAT I KNEW IT
TOO BACK IN 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Sheriff, oh oh SHERIFF,
non-DONNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That long hair huh Vicky Callio, you sure
like mine and I'll bet you'd a loved Mister Marcucci, well, the whole
damn fucking world did, all except for the BFA and NIXON, but it was
REAGAN who had him killed even though Carter was still officially
president and Reagan was not in office yet at the time of Chapman's
bang-bang-pow in NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Danny Pepsowski, to quote
you so well in very early 1982, “There was nothing wrong with those
three shootings other than the wrong people lived and the wrong
people died”. What a powerful godlike statement that Washburn's
WAS, even if I don't decide to leap over any tall buildings in the
foreseeable near future, lovely Jenny!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
36
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
ANY
PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE
PROPERTY OF THE CLAIMANT,
AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON RECEIVING NOTICE TO DO SO.
1:36
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
MORNING
10 DECEMBER,
2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
12-10-2019
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
TUESDAY,
DECEMBER 10, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 6:7
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
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All
my life I knew that there were things that if I said anything about,
it would be just about fucking equivalent to UFO researchers
attempting to do forbidden things regarding their fave topic without
an immediate swift horrendous counter action taken against them by
what Morianity has labeled, the MILITUFORCE,
and many non Morians simply refer to as the MEN IN BLACK, only
the fucking M2F goes way beyond just a few surface face-level peeps
that some UFO researchers have observed and even have been targeted
by in various degrees, even up to their murders. When I was not even
fifteen, I would tell my organizational big
brother John Henningsen that I knew something was out there messing
me up, screwing my life all to hell, that it was real and that
I was not an imaginative nut case kid. John just snickered, WEIN? But
my fucking point here is that even as far back as less
than 15-YEARS OF AGE, I knew what I knew, and no one was going
to talk me out of what was happening around me, not all the goddamn
adults in the world all put together. I don't say this defiantly, not
now, and certainly not then. But, I wasn't going to allow a falsehood
myth of so-called bullshit-reality to be pushed on me, just because I
was a kid, and the adult world WAS IN CHARGE. Not that much changed
when I did in fact grow up, Mister Dan Mackey; along with my school
chum Mister McDowell, and we both became men, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the things that was there, in those early days when strange
folks seemed to be more than just interested in my beach-schedule in
Atlantic City, but when real covert assaults were actually coming
down on me like torrential rain that could no more be prevented by
any possible thing that I could ever do, and I began to realize that
I simply WAS NOT ALLOWED to say certain things to people, or do
certain things, go to certain places, and the list goes on and on.
Now I have gleaned many things over the past numerous years from Sir
Dick Wolf's fantastic (L&O) television show. One powerful ass
thing was spoken by Mister Mike Cutter the ADA working under McCoy,
and what he said in a court proceeding in a closing argument after a
large group of firemen in NYC (fictionally of course) had disrupted
the city with a major act of public violence, and I quote or almost
quote as I may be in a small error but the point is made, “When we
cannot be safe in our lives due to activities such as this, then we
live in terror”. He was prosecuting this group under the laws of
terrorism that all followed the great nine-eleven and the falling of
the Twin Towers. If I am not allowed to do things that everyone else
around me is allowed to do and I am literally being stopped and
prevented from many things, the largest being the expression of my
musical talents and abilities, and am absolutely covertly threatened
by their immediate RR-Counterattack on me every single time that I
ever so much as even begin any kind of new musical project; and there
are many lesser items where should I dare to exercise what should be
my absolute freedom to pursue in this evil
empire America of the new age dominated WOMO or (big-business
demonic evil power hungry monsters from hell, and AKA
the BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI BILLIONAIRES; then no matter how
anyone out here might look at this Mountainpen Nightmare on steroids;
I AM LITERALLY BEING ENDLESSLY ASSAULTED BY
LEGALLY APPROVED NATIONAL/GLOBAL TERRORISM! LSS (long story
short) peeps, this is one hundred percent real, it is an off the
scale endless mother fucking total nightmare, it is inescapable,
unimaginable, inconceivable, and beyond quintessentially
unfathomable!!! BUTTTTTTTTTT and Butterfields BIG ASS BUTT but, IT
IS REAL, IT EXISTS, and it is a part of my life and has
been for more than four straight decades now, with absolutely no
mother fucking possible light at the end of any possible proverbial
tunnels!!!!!!!!!!! A perfectly great current times example is that
you don't know how fucking badly I want to talk in great detailed
lengths about certain topics, ranging from my days at Haddonwood Swim
Club, my motion related abilities, Atlantic City, the great
Washburn's or non WASHburn's WASHCLOTH FAMILY, and so much more. I
want to get very specific on why I was interconnected with Patty
Hollister and little Merry a long time ago, and a zillion things that
all fit together like a giant city of glowing atoms all suddenly
being beamed down from the Astral Heavens by the fictional Star Trek
character whom we all know and love, Mister Scott. I want
to go straight into the RED ZONE'S 8th
STAR and beyond but I MOTHER FUCKING KNOW BETTER, ME'
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!! The hugest forbidden thing that I've told to
this world is how the world owner billionaire filth bag scumballs use
PARALLEL EVENT ILLEGALLY AND COVERTLY AGAINST ME, but I have been
doing this for well over a decade now on these blogs, so what else
can the MILITUFORCE do to me on that end of the fucking lion's huge
hungry jaws? Still, I could tell so much more, and I will be getting
into how SPACE-TIME-MIND is behind everything, and especially in the
hidden world that makes up this wild ass Morianity story told on
these 14-YEAR BLOGS of Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With
or without the great families of hornets-nest-opened-up ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG; I'll always hear the mysterious goddess
calling out to me from some hyperdimensional reality, and while I
worked for the CIFALOGLIO'S at their mighty weird TRANSFER STATION,
even though this actually occurred back in the late 20th
century. Still, in the transfer station, the great goddess told me a
powerhouse thing after I died from a fatal heart attack early one
morning. SHE said to me that it is warmer on one side of the area,
sort of like the fish all congregating on one side of the large
fisherman's boat a couple of thousand years ago, as was told in the
great HOLY SCRIPTURES. As they say in the wonderful football-world
me' folks; I want nothing more than to take this all home,
BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT and but, I DON'T DARE, because I am being
mother fucking ILLEGALLY TERRORIZED in this EVIL EMPIRE, by these
demonic fucking Republicans and their demonic KING whom they all
worship as some GOD, Sir TRUMP!!! And the joke is on all of us,
BECAUSE HE WAS BROUGHT HERE BY ME ON A MAGICAL FUCKING TAPE RECORDER,
AT THE END OF THE NINETEEN-SEVENTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
mighty King Darius, with the (JRSS) factored in of course; picked me
up and put me in that wild choke hold back in 2011 while I was
working with him in the waking world at the HARVEST OUTREACH CENTER
at 25th and Orange here in FORT PIERCE; he was quite
fascinated with me and something that happened tome with the 080808
that we all know about, concerning the PINK GODDESS SCYLLA who
mortally we all know and love as MC. King
Darius was making a huge deal out of something that the entire world
was talking about right before he suddenly wanted to, out of the
total blue, come over and help me with some MUSIC shit, posting some
tunes onto the YOUTUBE. I speak of the November
11, 2011 Jane Fonda scumbag number of SIX
'ONES'
strung all together. Interesting enough this is being typed on
page eleven of eleven, but I remembered to mother fucking block the
screen with new sticky sheets. Still, in that parallel universe where
he said to me, “You never liked me”,
for whatever reason, and then he picked me up and put me in that wild
frightening choke hold, I told him that “wild dream” and he
laughed, but then after I had been trying for six months to get him
to come over and help me with this MUSIC PROJECT, he said to me, “How
about if I come over tonight”, and this was right around that
magical monster-ass fucking Jane Fonda date. All of this fits
together even down to my son in law also chocking me out at the
magical transdimensional lakehouse, after hyperspace Ann King had
thrown some rocks at him and then she made it appear that it was me
who had done this. All of this shit has been blogged and told on
numerous previous blogs from years ago. Even the Catholic powers from
very long ago has a powerhouse connection to all of this, as in their
groupation of which books made it into the bible, as well as my days
at the MARS PRINTING SHOP up in Jersey, and the name of the copiers
and the name of my son in law. Nothing is just some random
coincidence, and this is why randoms are completely and totally
misunderstood by present ignorant society. The Nuclatron does not
wish to communicate with the carbon offspring intellect that it has
created in its image in the great lawtronic program, so it
communicates with itself all throughout the physical cosmos in the
greatest secret code of all codes, RANDOM. Still, we have the ability
TO TEACH the nuclear life to take what would otherwise be random
electronic pulsation systems such as random number generation
machines, and create sentences of coded messages, just as I did with
the electron way back in 1983, at that wild CHOKE OUT HOME IN ATCO,
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We
all love FIREFOX. Well
I do, but I sure wish this mother freaking automated mechanized
robotized inhuman society would help people who are in their freaking
sixties.
Ever since I did one little thing on my blog, using the FIREFOX
BROWSER, simply trying to leave a comment on my own blog, at the
BLIGGER-DOT-COM site, the cookies got goddess dam disabled somehow,
and I can no longer blog on this browser, until I can get my dam guru
over here; and that is a very expensive proposition, AND IT JUST IS
NOT DAM ASS FAIR, YO! This world is fixed and prejudiced against
older people, who have no family support, or anyone in their dam ass
lives to assist them, and it should be totally frikkin' illegal;
Congressman Pat Murphy sir, and Governor Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!!
NO
FOLKS, THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0000,
but
it looks so 'damn' pretty here, Senator Sanders, sir,
Yessir
Senator, the mighty COMCAST CABLE COMPANY seems to be playing games
with me. They told me that an installer would be out to my residence
between5 and 8 yesterday evening (Monday), and they NEVER SHOWED, no
call, no show, and when I called them, the automation system comes on
saying that they came out and were asking me if I still am having
difficulties. What a bunch of mother fucking bullshit, Senator
Sanders, one really ass super DAMN HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MESS, huh?
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Sheriff
KJM sir, I hope to screw up me' damn courage soon and cross the RED
LINE ZONE!
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. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I
must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK I'm
back,
EVIL
CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
a knock comes on my door, only I'd totally forgotten the entire deal.
Many of you who are avid and vivid dreamers out here, know what is
being discussed here, in so far as dreaming, then forgetting it
completely, and then some event happens during the course of the day
and in some instances even days later, and
this goes onto TRIGGER the memory
OF
THAT DREAMING-INTERACTION EXPERIENCE.
I opened the door and remember being barely able to walk and being so
tired and drowsy, it was if I had been drugged with a high dosage of
barbiturates. Anyone can force themselves to awaken if a loud banging
knock comes at your door, only I was barely able to half stand and
open the door, and as I did so, several maintenance men were out in
the hall, and it
is so fucking real, that I would not be able to swear in a dam court
of law that it didn't really happen
shortly after my charlie horse, that I had gotten, and then returned
back into sleep again. It
was that real!!!!!!!!
Then
here is where shit gets really GOUUUUUUD, to quote my
girlfriend Helen Zebriski, back in 1999,
when she was referring to my huge fracture bruise, on my right dam
arm, after her friend Keisha, the girl who had just turned age 14
years, and was quite a giant and extremely muscular, as well as red
hot beyond monster ass hot; had given me a really mind bending
play-punch, that you could hear both the bone crushing fracture
sound, as well as the unholy 'loud poof sound', and Helen then went
onto say later on, while looking at the huge spot on my arm; “Oh
Mark, she got you GOUUUUUUUUUUD”!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well,
ten years ago today, I left the only home I ever knew, New Jersey, on
one dark night, and came down here to Florida, where I've been about
as miserable as anyone could ever be on this rotten fucking diseased
sin cursed planet. Funny, huh? Ten years here, and certain weird
things are happening around me as if the universe reads the man-made
fucking calendar and thinks this whole thing is some big ass funny
joke. Both the nabes above me as well as next to me HAVE MOVED, and I
get a lot of endless noise from the maintenance peeps, while they try
and fix up those two apartments. Still, why would two of my three
TRIAD-HELL-NABES both move out at precisely the same time? Also, what
is it about the number ten, and especially in years in time, that
always seems to be in some inconceivable pattern around me, where
things tend to happen in strings of ten years? I noticed this
originally back in Guthrie Short's place that I began renting on
April 1, 1998, while I was suffering through that horrible fucking
“FINDING-SARAH-NIGHTMARE”. I won't bore any of you with the
details. Still, this seems to be a major totally inescapable thing
always presently surrounding me.
I
tried to reestablish my fucking credit by getting a secured credit
card. It is all a waste of fucking time. I am no longer even going to
use the thing, and I no longer love T.D. Bank, as I've learned that
they are the same as every other financial institution, and this
means ONLY OUT FOR THEMSELVES AND MAKING HUGE MONEY AT THE EXPENSE OF
ALL THE HARD WORKING PITIFUL FUCKING NOBODY SMALL-FRY SLOBS SUCH AS
ME THE MOUNTAINPEN, AND 999 OUT OF EVERY GROUPATION OF 1,000 CITIZENS
LIKEWISE! Don't get me wrong folks. As far as dirty big-bizz goes, my
bank is a lot better to deal with than most of the other established
systems out there; but nobody anywhere cares about helping anyone
when it comes to the rebuilding of personal credit, yet; this is the
new ALMIGHTY IMPORTANT DEAL in all of
our fucking cunt lives. This is really a sort of evil legal thievery
and viciousness on a scale that no verbal description could ever
adequately and properly even hope to damn address. We all need a
fairly good credit rating, and when honest hard working people try to
do every possible legal thing to build it, we are only hindered, and
never ever helped in any meaningful way, by anyone, anywhere, out
there in the world of dirty nasty big-bizz. I am one thoroughly
disgusted, disgruntled, and extremely disappointed citizen, here in
this very rotten dirty evil empire, the United States. This entire
country is warp speed heading for the new age end of democracy and
straight into the monarchy shit of England and so many other nations.
Our so-called great experiment in freedom is basically over, and I
know this. The truly sad part is that
most people have been absolutely snow job
mind controlled into not even seeing any of this happen.
Oh they will, but as always, long
after it is COMPLETELY AND ENTIRELY TOO FUCKING LATE to do one
damn ass thing about it. America, the true great awesome America of
the seventeen-hundreds WILL BE DEAD AND GONE,
FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! This
will happen not only in my grand-children's lifetime, but before they
even reach the age of thirty, and I fully believe this for many
irrefutable reasons that time won't permit me right now even
beginning to get into, yo!
Another
topic I want to open up today is just what the fucking hell is really
happening with my blog and its viewership? Come on, all of a sudden
late in November, the count goes off the scale and I begin to git
daily hits into the high hundreds, when for fourteen years I am lucky
to get 90 or so daily hits. What was that fucking dogshit all about,
and for that matter, come on. The maximum Blogaudians by nations as
per my STATS-POSTINGS, is America, then Russia, and then the Ukraine.
Do all of you still insist that I am just the
CRACKPOT FROM NEW JERSEY? Hey if so yo, then explain all of
this to me and I'll gladly yell out “UNCLE” at a very high level
of volume intensity, BRO!
Some
dirt bag froze up my Comcast Cable TV service again on Sunday
sometime in the afternoon. I had to call and get another refresh
signal booted into my box. They claim that I have a private closed
system that is naut subject to hackers, and we all know this is one
big fat fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIE. It is run by a
computer and the computer is on the internet, and anything on the
internet CAN BE HACKED. What does it say on a special pop on screen
when these freezes happen? It says, “Sorry, we're having issues or
troubles connecting to the internet”. So what do you mean there is
no way that hackers are not doing this to me, Sir Comcast? Who is
fucking kidding who, YO?
Support
group for anxiety sufferers.
When
there are no Ziggy-Jetties, or
Long Island scary staircases
around; and you are in need of a really fucking fantastic and great
HA-HA laugh; try thinking of the MAYO
CLINIC, why don't ya, yo peeps?
What happened the fuck to me in early June of 1983 is no goddamn laughing matter, and no Doctor Grantglands and lovely magic-TV-Shirley Momasfriend; “That wasn't ,e' problem”. Well then, what wasHburn's WAS?
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Filthy rotten mother fucking Jane Sleazemeatslime Sleazeweedsdisease just got me real fucking GOUUUUUUUUUUUD, lovely Helen Zebriski, so here is my FIVES-COMPENSATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOLY
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ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
MAJOR
COPYRIGHT PROOF THAT THE LOC KNOWS
MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL & INCONCEIVABLY
POWERFUL:
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at
Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called,
“Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the
copyrighted music project called, 'Russ
Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'.
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The
real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet
were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe,
had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs
from time to time. Notice
how the project with Atlantic Queen,
is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
Directors, but in this case; between
two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life
in ways,
that go
beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone
chilling;
and you get the general idea!!!!
In
case you do not know it, last fucking cunt Friday had a HUUUUUUUUUUGE
bullish day on WALL STREET after that MONSTER FUCKING ASS DEATH SIEGE
that was perpetrated on me, the epitome of mother fucking
ICPE-APE-TECH, (Intentionally Created Parallel Event) (Applied
Parallel Event) (Technology). WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, Lads and
Lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE BEEGEE'S HAD A WILD SONG IN 1980 THAT I HAD PULLED OFF OF THE
AIRWAVES BECAUSE THEY STOLE MY LOST LOVE SONG'S ARRANGEMENT DONE BY
SIR TOM GLENN, A TRULY GREAT MISIC-ARRANGER. STILL, ALL THINGS DO
CONNECT UP, AS TOLD BY ALMIGHTY WONDERFUL NEW AGE FATHER AND GREAT
NOVELEST AUTHOR SIR JAMES REDFIELD (JRSS). YES THE NAME OF THEIR
SUMMER TIME OF 1980 SONG WASHburn's AND (WAS), SIR MIKE SOFT
HELLWRECKER; {{{{(((**'HELP
ME'**)))}}}}!!!!!!!!
Still skeptical about the great JRSS, Sheriff and any other fantastic
Blogaudians, yo??????
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
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SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA, PWEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!
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