AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
38
Mark
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This
is the absolute mother fucking WORST DEATH SIEGE BOTBAR SDTRING I
HAVE EVER HAD IN MY CUNT CHEWING LIFE SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN ON AUGUST
15, 1986!!!!!!!! I have never ending COMCAST TV FREEZE UPS every
mother fucking day, the last one just now at quarter past one this
cunt eating Thursday morning, I have an apartment crawling with
mother fucking cock roaches that are totally impervious to
pesticides, and I am being persecuted night and day by
WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM FUCKING CUNT EATING DOGTOWN ITSELF!
TRUMP
has never ever been this MAJOR INTENSE AGAINST ME, NOT EVEN IN ALL OF
MY MOTHER FUCKING DISEASED YEARS UP THERE IN CUNT HUFFING NEW
JERSEY!!!!!!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, yo; sooner or later, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
mother fuckign global disaster WILL MOST
DEFINITELY BE CAUSED BY MY MAGNESONIC MACHINE, IPYT, IT IS ONLY A
MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE INTENSITY OF THIS OFF THE WALL FUCKING CUNT
AUTUMN DEATH SIEGE STRAIGHT INTO THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE IS
COMPENSATED FOR IN WAYS SO GARGANTUAN THAT NO WORDS WOULD EVEBN START
TO DESCRIBE IT. I FEEL THIS ENTIRE THING WILL ABSOLUTELY BRING ABOUT
THE BIBLICAL APOCALYPSE, and it was David Roth back in the
late nineteen-eighties who put that together!!!!
::::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 12
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, BRINGING ME
MYSTERIOUS ENDLESS ROACH COLONIES AND INFESTATIONS THAT ARE
IMPERVIOUS TO KILL SPRAYS; 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!!!!!!!
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 damn fucking Morianity 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:
******************************************l*****
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!!!!!
Here
comes ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING CUM-PUKE-HER FREEZE UP,
JUST AS WITH MY COMCAST TELEVISION MODEM SERVICE. THIS IS A NEW
NON-ENDING SHITUATION, SHERIFF MASCARA;
AND SOMEDAY AFTER MY MURDER-DEATH, YOU AND YOUR COUNTY, WILL
BE THOROUGHLY INVESTIGATED BY THE FBI, AFTER THE FUCKING DIRT
BAG REPUBLICAN CONTROL IN WASHINGTON IS FORCED AWAY, BY THE OPPRESSED
POPULATIONS OF THIS NATION!
Some
mother fucker put a Clorox Bottle, or a similar type of bottle that
holds a gallon of liquid, right behind my passenger side front tire,
back on Wednesday, and when I went out to look at the
moon, and take some 12-pack sodas out of my trunk; I
couldn't help but mother fucking see it there, and
then the very next day which was yesterday, I had an appointment with
my eye institute in Port Saint Lucie, called the Florida Vision
Center, on Port Saint Lucie Boulevard. Every
time I have an appointment there, someone screws with my tires,
and I remember blogging the other incident a while back, and it can
be all archived to prove this endless
pattern of MAJOR CRIMINAL MISCHIEF AND ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE HARASSMENT
AND PERSECUTION BY THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE. Here comes
another COMPUTER FREEZE UP AT 1:55 A.M., JUST A COUPLE OF FUCKING
TURD CHEWING MINUTES AFTER THE LAST ONE; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
SIR!!!!
Folks,
while living with my daughters very distant cousins, Ann and Dawn
King through the lineage of the great Egg Harbor Tilley family; I
told many wild things, one of which was how they mocked me while I
was trying to learn very important facts such as why I had those
incredible wild fucking recurring nightmares about Egg Harbor as well
as some weird school there, for many years. During this time, I
purchased at a K-Mart store, and I told this on my late 08 or early
09 blogs; one of my daughter's fantastic CD musical projects called
the “Number Ones” collection. While playing what I dubbed onto a
cassette tape since I have no CD player in my car; I could not help
but notice the incredible near vocal sounds to my demo dance tunes. I
told how I had so much trouble without all my good sound apparatus
hooked up, trying to get a listenable dub onto a cassette tape that
did not come out all rotten and distorted. I blocked out that I had
used my KFP invention that was able to capture a wave of sound and
then make anything correspond to that print, and used a combined mix
of a 1975 Donna Summer album as well as a vocal of my daughter that
lasted for fifteen seconds where she was singing some silly thing
that made no sense at all but was funny as all get out and my mom
hated it and thought it was very sacrilegious, but Patty H.H.H. had
given it to me, along with a couple of other tapes of other things as
well. I took the combined MIX of these two things and altered what
was originally done at Maxfield Studio, after using a machine at my
work place, the RPL Studio, permitting me to take Jan Nace's music
track that had vocals as well as instruments on various split tracks
and decoded on some very weird Dolby system that seemed to make
extremely weird effect-sounds when not properly decoded in the same
way that it was originally encoded at Jan's shithole studio on
Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry Hill. Now shortly after I found Donna
Summer's HAIR project at the RPL
Attic after Printer Boss Sir Mike
Walters told me to go up there, and take a pile of 33 vinyl
albums that were going to be tossed into the dumpster the very next
day; and since I was a big Irene Cara fan at the time and loved her
1980 'FAME' hit song; I sort of just mind meshed together that I had
used her and Donna in my square wave mix, when it was little Merry
and Donna; another 'weird' if I do say so meself, mind-trick, such as
the incredible dream-repressed memory that happened to me after
coming home from Cifaloglio and going to bed on the morning of
October 5, 2008. When one night at Cifaloglio, speaking of the devil,
I was playing 'LOST LOVE'; and after it
ended and I was getting ready to go out and hit my security key
stations, that were part of my hourly duties; there were three
illegal Mexican workers who then began to sing the song in their
language, but it was the LOST LOVE tune;
and then when I went out of the guardhouse that was temporarily
available before hot-shot Demo DELMO CIFALOGLIO took it away from the
guards; the one who spoke good English said to me the very same thing
that Camden, New Jersey's Mafco Security Officer Mister Bob Schleigh
said to me when I was coming back from rounds one early morning in
the autumn of 1980, and he had come in from another direction on his
rounds and entered the Scale House where the MAFCO TRUCK DRIVERS were
weighed as per state regulations, and hearing the song playing on a
small portable tape recorder/player that I had left playing; and that
was, “Did you tape that off the radio, boy”? Only this time up in
late 2008 if memory is correctly serving me, this one dude whose very
tall wife used to come around and speak Spanish to me insisting I
knew it when I do not know Spanish; went onto also add, “Where can
I get a copy of this, you play it all the time, and I have gone to a
place that has every song in the world, and I've sung it, and the
guy only tells me it sounds like an old sixties tune about telling
about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees”. I then
told him that I wrote the song in 1977 and it does have a resemblance
to the tune that your pal at this record shop told you about, but
that it is a separate tune, and that three years later I copyrighted
the version you must be hearing me play in the guardhouse from time
to time or in my car. That is when he blew my mind and said, isn't
that the girl who sings in ten octaves, Mria Kerry or something like
that? I then properly pronounced the name of my daughter, and told
him I did not know anything about that, an d of course, I didn't, and
did not remember clearly and was blocking how I had used my KFP to
mix in the double square wave of Donna Summer and little Merry. What
amazes me is that I do of course hear the wild thing he mentions now
that I listened afterwards, but all the time before that, I never
gave any of it a thought. I will now lead all of this into how Trump,
my distant 5-6 Cuzz, fits even further into this, but just not
right now. In truth folks, I was not going to ever say this much;
but this AUTUMN/THANX-2-G DEATH SIEGE
is beyond life threatening, and I do not fucking cunt know just how
much longer I will be able to live through this, since I now am
elderly and frail, and over age fucking cunt 65 and the WOMO-M2F is
merciless and pouring it on me without let up for one single cock
sucking day, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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
scum-balls 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 to me
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, NJUSAESMWG!
Many
powerful things all are part of what happened to me
DURING
MY TIME WORKING SECURITY, AT CIFALOGLIO!!!
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CURIAM
Appellant
Atlantic County Utilities Authority (Authority) appeals from a final
order of the Department of Environmental Protection (Department),
approving respondent Waste Management of New Jersey's (Waste
Management) purchase of a solid waste transfer station and related
assets owned by respondent Cifaloglio, Inc. (Cifaloglio). We affirm.
In
March 2011, Waste Management and Cifaloglio entered into an
asset purchase agreement in which Waste Management agreed to purchase
the assets of Cifaloglio, including a transfer station/materials
recovery facility (facility) located in Buena Vista. The facility is
a "solid waste facility which receives incoming waste from
collection vehicles and, after removal of any recyclables, transfers
the waste residue to haulage vehicles for delivery to an off-site
final disposal facility." At the time of the agreement, the
facility received waste from the following counties: Atlantic,
Burlington, Camden, Gloucester, Ocean, Salem, Cumberland and Cape
May. Waste originating in Atlantic County was subsequently delivered
by Cifaloglio to the Authority's landfill in Egg Harbor Township for
final disposal.
In
April, Waste Management and Cifaloglio
filed a joint petition requesting the Department's approval of the
purchase. Waste Management subsequently submitted a revised
operations and maintenance manual for the facility. The manual stated
that "[m]arket conditions will dictate which disposal facility
is utilized, unless the origin of the waste is from a county that has
flow regulations; in which case the county waste flow regulations
will be followed," and that solid waste would be "delivered
to disposal facilities in accordance with the applicable solid waste
management plans of the service area." Attached to the manual
was a list of disposal facilities, all located in New Jersey.
The
Authority sent an email to the Department on April 20, asking to be
"advise[d] . . . about any public comment format and schedule
for interested parties to provide input" during the approval
process. The Department replied that it would be sending the transfer
request documents to the Authority for comments and that in addition,
"[o]nce a decision has been made to approve the transfer of
ownership, a 30 day public comment period will be opened to accept
comments from anyone." The Authority sent the Department a
follow up email asking for the transfer request documents in May. The
Department replied that it would send the documents after it had
issued a determination of administrative completeness to Waste
Management, and that the Authority would then have thirty days "to
provide any comments regarding the transfer."
In
June, the Department sent the Authority and the municipalities served
by the Cifaloglio facility copies of the Waste Management application
and a cover letter summarizing the proposed transfer of ownership.
The letter stated, "If you wish to provide comments, it would be
appreciated if your comments were submitted to the Bureau within
thirty (30) days from the date of this letter." The Department
received no comments.
In
August, the Department sent the Authority and other potentially
interested parties copies of the draft permit authorizing the sale.
The cover letter included information about the upcoming public
notice to be published in two newspapers on August 29, and stated
that
should this notice result in the scheduling of a hearing, a
subsequent notice of the hearing will be provided . . . . If the
action does not result in a public hearing, the public comment period
will close 30 days after the publication of this notice and a final
decision on the permit application will be taken in accordance with
N.J.A.C. 7:26-2.4(g)(19).
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- mark wayne mohr
- being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Gee
whiz, I
was in Atlantic City last night in 5th
dimensional hyperspace,
and for the first time in many decades, talking to a transdimensional
Ziggy, who was not crippled there from polio, who loved jogging, and
no longer sat on cardboard pieces on the beach, but rather, on a very
nice expensive looking beach towel, right due east of the good old
Ripley's Believe It Or NAUT place on the boardwalk just several yards
to the south of the great famous Central Pier. As for Delmo
Cifaloglio; we can see a whole lot of powerful connections through
and via the wonderful Lawtronically controlled, managed, and
operated, and Morianity-Labeled JRSS (James Redfield Synchronicity
syndrome). You know, BE REAL here Bob Schleigh from the great MAFCO
place in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, come on yo. DELMO
My
dance DEMO tunes,
the
state of Delaware
who originally my vocalist was supposed to come over to the Maxfield
Sound Studio
in the spring
of 1980,
from before being SUDDENLY
MYSTERIOUSLY CAUGHT WITH ILLEGAL DRUGS and totally BUSTED!!!!!
I'm quite sure a lot more things will jump out at me as I go on
examining this newest and vely vely powerful non-McDowell-JRSS deal!
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I
want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest
in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is
kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile
attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is
not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I
openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases do
in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others. But,
and all butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside here; I
will never go too far to where any possible innocent person or
persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they
continue to grow in size and readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH,
and unfortunately, many times, the truth is anything by painless.
Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8th
RED STAR in the Secrets Thermometer Scale (STS) kind people; I will
NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out anybody's name or
reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever really told ALL
OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I would deserve to
have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE ENOUGH AGONY to where
I feel that I would truly have to answer for my deeds, in this life
possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!
Thank you
for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interested freaking
Blogaudian, whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my
cursing as time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously
enough so that my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog;
I will even try that much harder to arrange things better, and not
be, as the great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse
me of being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you
all know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog
that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my
problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go
perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done,
chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if
you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the
need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single
soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing
conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause,
without mercy, without justice!
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Hey
the world figured out that scrambling up reality, and adding the
new technologies of the old techno-music; can alter reality in
wild ways. I hate to take credit for a lot of this new age mess,
but despite being intentionally kept quite obscure in all of this
by MILITUFORCES of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and the ASTRAL-PLANE'S
BRIGGBASE SYSTEM or the political arena of the spirit-world, I AM
INDEED THE FATHER OF MORE THINGS THAN JUST 'DOCTOR JACK'S EGG'! A
child can see how Morianity played into the entire mess the world
is in, politically, as well as the entire new computerized reality
taking things into places where it never ought to have fucking
gone in its wildest damn dares. Still, here we are, and here is
therefore where we all need to be quite concerned about. It is not
possible to recreate or edit time-lines unless we are members of
the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I for one know that, and
admit to openly and honestly, I am most certainly and definitely,
sir Thaxton; a member of the wild Astral-Groupation that morianity
calls and labels, the ESS! Mister Don-Jon Trump on the other hand
is NAUT in this limited league, and I fully believe that he is
indeed one of the ESS. Still, he took both PARALLEL EVENT as well
as MORIANITY, and used them to catapult himself into the
quintessential alto regions here in the magical lands of
physicality and humanness, called by some in the spiritual and
psychic circles as well as the great religion of light and sound,
known as Eckankar, the 'PHYSICAL PLANE'. Unless you've been hiding
under a whole fucking huge bunch of rocks for the past half decade
or so, we all know about these things, and we all know that it was
right after my song that I had the Bonjovi's remake over at the
AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, called, “You'll Be
Crossing Over”; that these things started to happen and then
balloon into what they all are today, all over this mother fucking
great globe called the EARTH-PLANET, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the
truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist
Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to
interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not
even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the
next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a
parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you
bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a
thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal
and sir; the FUCKING hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio????????????????
Just
as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can
possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure.
I'm glad the other two doggies are having a much more successful
time in their blogging endeavors than I am, but would cut off my
fucking arms and legs and nuts, to know just what all these
secrets are, as I do know there are secrets, and I do know they
are well fucking cunt lapping guarded, on pain of death, and not
at the Griffin
Pipe Company,
although, I told you all how the dude in the L&O show came
around a lot, as no one looks that totally alike if they are not,
not even fucking ass twins, and I have a lot of twins in my
family, just start rereading, and archiving my older blogs where
they all began, back in early 2006, and see that fact for
yourselves, kind lads and lassies, YO! YES, I am fat, and OH-SHIT,
not yet on the SYFY CHANNEL, and I'm quite sure, NOT
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
stolen ripped off ideas, yes;
but me being allowed one single mother fucking ounce of credit,
for one thing I ever did in this 60 years, by this sick fuckiGN
world, that hates me worse than they all fucking hated Jesus
fucking Christ; FORGET
IT, UNFORGETTABLE MENTALIST NASTRADAMUS.
Don't believe anything I ever say, ya' fucking moron jerk offs,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WHAAAA you silwee fucking
wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone foolish
enough to think that Trump is a loser or a poor stupid business
man with failing casinos, or a failure, as so many TRUMP-HATERS
love to say over and over; really fucking scares the shit out of
me. Underestimating any bad person is deadly ass fucking
dangerous, and underestimating him is dangerous times ten to the
power of a trillion.
Trump has never
ever failed at anything that he truly wanted to do, and there
should be a major fuckign consensus with his enemies and all
NEVER-TRUMPERS such as myself; to realize these as well as some
additional facts that I am going to type in right now. Study it
really well,especially you democrats out here, if you know what's
good for you and all the rest of us, because we are counting on
you, but beware, screw this up and we all go straight to the GATES
OF DOGTOWN BRIDGE IN PURGATORY, and there's no mother fucking
looking back from this horrendous place. There goes that fucking
trustworthy endless famous hack known as the (`~HACK)!
Trump does not
have FAILING CASINOS. New Jersey, Atlantic City, and the residents
and guests and all lovers of that once great place on the map
known as AMERICA'S PLAYGROUND, are the ones who have failed. He
knew exactly what he was doing and every goddamn fuckign thing he
wanted to happen, he made happen. It is always all the rest of us
that he dooms to hell and endless shit, while he just does the
quintessential George Jefferson forever and ever, just keeps on
MOVING ON UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There has never been a president since
the tradition started, who refused to release his fucking taxes to
the public, and got away with it. There never has been a president
impeached who has total control over HIS PARTY so that he WON'T
EVER BE CONVICTED or actually removed from the WHITE HOUSE. This
goes on and on and on, but my point is simple. I am frightened to
death that everyone refuses to see this monster for who he truly
is. He has bamboozled the Christians and they all think this
fucking monster is GOD IN THE FLESH and stands by him in the most
frightening way that anyone can imagine. I can type on and on. HE
IS MAGIVAL, and he won't stop until this Frankenstein Monster,
destroys his creator FRANKENSTEIN, ME, and he can only do this by
remaining at least 8 years in POWER AS THE MOST POWERFUL PERSON ON
THE PLANET. The MILITUFORCE has fuckign disabled my SPELLCHECKER
AGAIN, so I'll have to go offline and reboot on to get it back in
operation.
Fighting FAIR
against a monster who does nothing but cheat and lie and think he
is GOD ALMIGHTY, simply cannot work. If the fucking Democratic
Party is to stand a hopeless damn prayer of ridding our society of
this plague in human flesh, they must do something as unorthodox
and wild as he does, yet keeping it legal somehow, but you won't
beat this fuckign bastard monster BY PLAYING TOTALLY FAIR AND BY
THE BOOK, and if I am wrong, then you go right ahead and prove me
wrong, and I'll be the first fucking dirt ball at the gate with a
huge sign admitting I was wrong. But I know what I know, and
peeps, this is the most horrible fuckign nightmare that the world
has ever been in, and I am including the great WWll, the horrific
holocaust, and anything else including the crucifixion of our
LORD. Someone better take this blog seriously or we ARE ALL
FUCKING DOOMED TO HELL!!!!
ENTER
YOUR PRIVECODE NUMBER:
1-----------2---------------------3
1-2-3,
'RINGALINGALING', KAREN LOIS C.
Thursday,
November 12, 2019:
FROM
THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC)
REPORT
FOR FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, FKA (FORMERLY KNOWN AS), THE USA!
WEATHER
REPORT AT ********
Temperature:
-----------** D.F.
Heat
Index: --------------** D.F.
Humidity:
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Sky
Condition :-----**********
Winds:
---- WITH GUSTS.
Predictions:
****************.
Moon
Phase: FULL MOON
AT
A MINIMUM, IF NOTHING ELSE MAJOR IS ADDED, Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-17-19.
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-17-19
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 like in 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
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, NJUSAESMWG!
Dec
1, 2019 1:00 PM – Dec 8, 2019 12:00 PM
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