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MAJOR FUCKING HACK JOB, MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES TEN OR SO, AND THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND A DYING UTTERANCE, SHERIFF MASCARA, FBI, ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, AND LOCAL PEEDEE OF FORT PIERCE, AND CHIEF DIANE!

DOGTOWN TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE

CHAPTER 7B

5:49 P.M. ON TUESDAY, 7 JANUARY, 2020

DOGTOWN TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE, CHAPTER 7B

6:00 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY EVENING

7 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

The MILITUFORCE has brought in 2020 as bad as they could with almost a 100% mother fucking MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR on this date of 7 January, 2020. Just to crack into an even 50-50, I would now need five NON-BOT DAYS B4I get another BOTBAR; Mister 'Mayor Callio' of Dogtown-Halloweentown on the ASTRAL PLANE, and yes, Mister wonderful Michael Crichton too, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
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Hey, not to get T.S. or lovely 'other HARRAH' reality/casino deals such as QUEEN KATE from 1997, too wet and excited here, BUTTTTTTTTT YO; what can JAYJAY 'other' EVANS and I say right about now, yo; as there ain't no mother fucking way that GOOD TIMES has anything to do with my life!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me ON THIS SUPER BOTBAR JANUARY 7, IN 2020, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST whoever is pounding this poor pathetic elderly man WITH MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE, MAJOR POISON CHEMTRAIL DEATH BODY ATTACKS, AND MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULTS, AND COMPUTER BLACK HAT HACKING, AS WELL AS ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS ON ME, INCLUDING WHOEVER HAS CAUSED THIS INFESTATION OF RATS AND MICE AND ROACHES, THAT NEVER GOES AWAY; AND IS ALL A PART OF DONALD TRUMP AND HIS CRIMINAL EVIL FORTY YEAR ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT ON ME, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

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

I woke up around three this cunt lapping afternoon, shitting myself, and soon learned that the entire skies around me, had become filled with POISONOUS CHEMTRAILS all around me EVERYWHERE. This DEATH ASSAULT ON ME is worse than the eighties and nineties were, as now, I don't have anyone aloive to help me at all or that cares ONE MOTHER FUCKING TIMY IOTA if I live or cunt eating DIE!!!!!!!!!!! So coupling this “DOUBLE-BUBBLE” as the Latengrate old pal of mine, sir Dave Roth would say it so perfectly, once upon a goddessdamn time; makes this shit EVEN WORSE THAN WHEN IT BEGAN FOUR DECADES AGO ALMOST, and if you want a 'TRIPLE FUCKING BUBBLE', then add in that I was just turning into my thirties and young and much healthier, where as now, I AM AN OLD FRAIL 65 YEAR OLD DUDE, WHO HAS HAD TO DO SUPER FUCKING HARD TIME ALL THESE YEARS, suffering through endless assaults and death sieges from HALLS FAWCES, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and this CUM-PUKE-HER is under a MAJOR FUCKING BLACK HAT JACK ATTACK HACK, OH LOVELY 1981 MIZZ STACEY LATTISAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICK SNORTING BLACK HAT HACKERS WHOSE MOTHERS WERE GREAT IN MY BED LAST NIGHT, YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY; just now fucking ILLEGALLY DISABLED ME' SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM again, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and I had to AGAIN go off and come back online and allow this shit to be reset!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY FUCKING BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS AS SHERIFF OF THIS COUNTY, KIND SIR, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. 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I knew that I WAS NAUT IMAGINING not getting bank statements on my new card with them for three months now, and finally learned why I wasn't, when I went out today after the shit attack, to face these POISON CHEMTRAILS AND DEATH SKY ASSAULT ON ME, during these errands, such as the bank and then to my local Publix Grocery Store for a few dinners. When they cashed in my REWARDS CARD so that I could get fifty-five bucks, my billing got fucking switched to paperless somehow. I used to swear by the TD bank, and once I also swore by the great Capital One Bank too, before they destroyed my life in 2009 simultaneously during the nightmare Stockholm-Kidnapping days of living with the KING CLAN UP NORTH IN NO JOYSEY! When the agent at the bank attempted to repair the problem, the sites could not be reached. He will continue working on it until it is resolved, and I am placed back on NON paperless billing, and YES Mike Soft Hellwrecker Spellchecker, also NONchrisblumof501! Escaping my nightmare HERE IN DOGTOWN, even Mike Soft seems to endlessly agree, is quite fucking absolutely IMPOSSIBLE, even with memorable beach towel incidents in the year of 2000 with crazy young females, or great animated Mike Crichton Disney characters that got 'created' as a result of that day in Atlantic City, huh lovely Taylor nonchrisblumof501 and 'NON-QUEEN', and yes world, I hear that deafening voice in me' head from the endlessly quoting wisdom of Elm, New Jersey's great and illustrious Sir Dennis Snyder, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am to call the bank agent on Friday, and I will not use my new card until this problem is RESOLVED YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So to quote Sir Chester-Frank from one night in a Jersey bar, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

THIS CUM-PUKE-HER-HACKING IS OFF THE SCALEM, SHERIFF, THANX A LOT FOR HELPING ME OUT, YO, SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!

J knew that something was up when I climbed out of bed and couldn't quite reach the toilet without making a fucking me in me' night shorts from being POISONED by the CRIMINAL EVIL DEMONIC MILITUFORCE! How did I know it? Because of where I was DREAMING in the localized fifth dimensional fucking non-hypERCHRIST hyperspace, Mister Mike Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker! I was in Atlantic City on the beach, and this time I was coming out of the ocean and before I got to where my beach towel was positioned, Patty Hollister, as young and beautiful as she would have been back in the late sixties, approached me and we began talking, or me' doppelganger from that reality, began talking to heredahelda and to HER, Mike Soft, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I get into the specifics, while out on me' fucking cunt eating errands, the radio worked as it does every once in a while, and the station that I tune it to that plays symphonic music, was giving the news, and I heard that crooked rotten miserable Senator 'Bitch Mick Cuntell' talking and saying that he is going to start the proceedings that Nancy Pelosi is trying to block until things are agreed to be more fairly done. He has some plan and says that what was good for Democratic President Clinton back in the nineties, is good enough for Republican President Trump. Let me tell you something you power hungry piece of dogshit, SIR! If my pal Bill Clinton had done one tenth of the TOTALLY ILLEGAL SHIT, that your boy in the 'DAMN' NONchrisblumof501 and NON-WHITE HORSE PIKE 'WHITE HOUSE' has done, I would have been yelling the loudest back then that he should be taken outside on the WH lawn, stripped naked as a birthday suit, covered head to fucking toe in honey and liquid chocolate, tied to a tree, and a bucket of fire ants and carpenter ants LET LOOSE ON THE GROUND AT HIS FEET, and the same for his wife, the Hill. If they did one tenth of what your sicko White-Supremacist boy has done, I would play NO FAVORITES WITH MY OPINIONS OR MY ATTITUDES, as I am better than you are asshole Senator yo, and I don't believe in putting PARTY OVER COUNTRY, because I LOVE MY MOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY, SCREWED UP AND DISEASED AS IT HAS BECOME, because of rotten ass prick dirt bag scums LIKE YOU, S-E-N-A-T-O-R SHITBAGS!

So getting back to the hyperspace adventures I had last night with lovely Mizz Patty Hollister. When things CALM FUCKING DOWN a bit, and hopefully get a tiny bit less totally dick sliding severe; I will get into the particulars here, with this beach interaction from this parallel universe, or (last night's wild dreaming interaction). With all of this Cum-Puke-Her (computer) HACKING, I do not DARE get into this shit, NAUT 'right here and right now', lovely Lieutenant Loo Anita VanBuren of the “Law & Order” TV Show!!!!!!

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DOGTOWN TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE

CHAPTER 6

11:00 A.M. ON MONDAY, 6 JANUARY, 2020

THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS ARE SCREWING WITH ME BIGGER THAN EVER IN MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING 65 YEARS HERE ON THIS PLANET. THE MORE I KEEP ON TATTLE TAILING, THE WORSE THEY ARE MAKING IT FOR ME. I heard a fucking cunt voice inside my head at around midnight while watching television and during a commercial break, and it said, “Your public housing maintenance people will be screwing with you later today so ha-ha-ha”. I thought they meant more noise next to me, not that this still won't happen, and in addition, Sunday morning, my new dirt bag upstairs cock suckers moved in, and were loudly arranging furniture on my mother fucking ceiling for hours and hours. I had a note placed at my door back in middle December of 2019, that told me that up through the tenth of January, repairs would be made in the apartments. Sure enough I had just fallen fucking asleep, and had planned to sleep from about ten this morning until four this afternoon; and right at just past half past ten and after just getting to mother fucking cunt eating sleep, BANG BANG, they're at my goddamn door to repair one tiny stupid thing that doesn't matter one little bit, and has a zero significance; a mere light switch plate that had a small crack in it. Forget the two busted venetian blinds, the busted leaky window causing mold and mildew, the major rodent and roach infestation, a busted stove top burner, and some other smaller things, oh no; just wake me up to replace a stupid ass fucking face plate that I don't even use or see, and MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR YET ANOTHER DAY FOR ME, totally ruining 2020 and its mother fucking jerked off MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR DAYS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

All that needs to ever be mother fucking milf-gilf said about all of this damn shit, was perfectly stated in 1997, OR SHOULD HAVE BEEN, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG, at the wonderful mother fucking White Horse Pike (Route-30) DAIRY-QUEEN; “This is fucking WEEDEEKAWUSS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am under another major fucking assault on this 6 JANUARY OF 2020, on an early Monday fucking morning. It is time to branch out and tell a new group of concepts, that I have sort of left out of things intentionally, as a back up plan. We all need fucking back up plans. When things do not work with plan A, we have plan B, and then C and down the alphabet we go, and even if someone is pre-programmed to endlessly fail at every attempt to succeed, at least nobody can ever accuse a person with an entire bag of back up plans, OF NOT TRYING THEIR EVER LOVING MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS BEST!All day yesterday Sunday, and right up through past two of this cunt eating morning on Monday, my COMCAST CABLE is endlessly freezing up with that fucking pop on box that says they are having trouble connecting to the internet. As soon as I move out of this shithole public housing building, I am switching away from all large providers, and going to the best one time pay ANTENNA-TV service available, and back to a normal landline telephone through Florida's Bell South Company, and there has to be an internet service somewhere and I will find it either online or at my library with the help on my researcher lady friend there. But I am GETTING AWAY FROM COMCAST IN MARCH, ONCE AND FUCKING FOR ALL; because lovely KATY QUEEN from 1997, and beat me up if you wish, you tall gorgeous teen queen; but this is WEEDEEKAWUSS SQUARED, as well as CUBED, and power factored by ten after that! Killing roaches everywhere and endlessly SPRAYING RAID CANS is also merely par for the cunt licking course around here. The trash chutes are out of order and that means that the infestation is only going to grow to intolerable levels and eventually this entire building will end up implosion-dynamited and condemned! Now tell me something that I don't mother fucking already know!

Transmitting signals into a human being's mind is not all that difficult, just as using the old medical biofeedback systems to control pain, as well as other nerve damage related physical malfunctions, and the surface part of these older technologies were explored and used and then not so much after more hidden and sinister uses began as all things always do, getting militarily used for not so nice purposes, and to quote my father who did serve during the great WWll, “Mark, the military is always 20 years ahead of the civilian population”. But in my entire fourteen year BLOG PROJECT of the Mountainpen, I have perhaps glossed lightly over a few things that NOW I WILL PLACE ALL TOGETHER in a special way that sort of rewrites the history of seeing things, even by the Mountainpen's perspective, 'two-dimensionally'. Real thinkers as well as great super sleuths and police detectives, all instinctively know and use the principle of seeing the same facts in more than one light when nothing seems to bring about the necessary conclusions that allow them to figure out the “who done its”. I too am merely about to shine some new colored lights on the very same already told facts, and this will of course not be done in one single blog, but we can look at this blog as a true foundation of future blogs to follow that will further widen this scope and further illuminate the otherwise escaping hidden truths. This is like a second detective coming over to help a fellow cop with 'new eyes' on the very same thing, and this is not that much different than why those same detectives will drill suspects over and over on the very same questions. Let us move this along now without further mumbo jumbo word playing horse shit, shall we? When hidden technologies are indeed employed to do such MIND CONTROL deeds on people for any potential rhyme or reason; different people with different psychological make ups will respond somewhat differently, in varying degrees and effects, with varying long lasting results, and on and on. No two leaves, fingerprints or PEOPLE are the same, and this is not new information by any stretch. But I do know for a fact that the powerful people in charge of the world ruling structures of WHO IS ALLOWED TO KNOW WHAT, ABOUT ALL HUGE HIDDEN THINGS, are all fully and totally aware of just how the effects of knowing several of the forbidden and taboo items with the UFO-TRUTHS being right up there on top of the fucking pile; would indeed all go down as well as what would happen in the larger pictures of sociological structures, if and when these forbidden things were ever found out in ways that were fully sociologically accepted as fact. The largest experiment done BY THEM, using THEIR CONTROLLED NETWORK OF ENTERTAINMENT, was already conducted. I speak of the past century's great Orson Wells and his story called, “War of the Worlds”, and how people reacted to what would appear to the logical mind as a completely benign event of pure entertainment. I assure you all that other such experiments not only have been conducted, but in real time right now while I type this blog up, these very same lab rat studies are being performed on us average global citizens continuously and constantly by what Morianity calls, THE MILITUFORCE! Many people get screwed with such as me, and entire huge deals are actually engineered much as Hollywood and the Entertainment industry creates entire shows and movies, and this is performed all the time, year in and year out, and so who better to be in absolute cohorts with than them? This is why so many entertainment world things have been done to me and around me decade after decade for half of a damn century now. Many greater people than I will ever be ten times fucking ass over, have gone completely insane and lost their mind when they were made to suffer through just small amounts of what they have done to LAB-RAT-MARK WAYNE MOHR! Still, I can literally cite THOUSANDS of examples to the one that I will print up that is a most recent example, and that would be the Taylor Swift commercial where she, Like DQ KATE, is serving food and ice cream, both big music entertainment industry stars and celebrities, and in all honesty, what would the odds be for even just this one commercial being made for ME TO SEE? And as I said, without fear of being accused of even a slight fucking exaggeration here, I could make a list of well over a thousand examples of this very same thing, over and over and over, decade after decade. So what is the goal or the motive of THEM, to do these things, after-all, who am I in all logical rational fucking honesty, to bring all these powerful wealthy forces together to do all of this, just for my little insignificant benefit? Obviously, to THEM, by THEIR perspective, one might conclude that knowing things I do not and being privy to shit far beyond my tiny little kept0out secluded loop of any possible information; I AM THAT IMPORTANT. OR, the entire thing is just happening through a wild GASME GODS GAME USING MIND-CONTROL, and all just to make me think this is all about me, and make me lose my mind and my sanity. But again, why am I then so damn ass important to these HALLS FAWCES, so that they need to apply this kind of wild amounts of unfathomable attention and time and resources and expense; to do all this to a total nobody? We can play super sleuth all fucking night long and into next decade, and it always comes back to the real powerhouse fucking truth that cannot be escaped from. It is all real, it is all happening, it makes no sense whatsoever, and it can be queried and picked at by ten thousand of NYC's greatest police detectives, and no one can ever know the answer, because it is not just about ten quintillion numbers that are all five hundred digits long that need to be all multiplied together. That, although it would take any great super computer lots of time, CAN BE FIGURED OUT EVENTUALLY, because IT HAS A RATUIONAL ANSWER, and some things in this physical plane of life humanly as all of us, SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE A RATIONAL REASON FOR BEING, and yet they are, or to quote my great educator in late 1969 and into 1970, Mister Marcucci; “WE MUST LET IT BE, because IT IS”! Most of the fans on this Earth-Planet don't know his entire secret saying, so I will tell you all now, today! You all know the smaller version, “LET IT BE”!

So without getting the Costner gang, or the record promoter Mister McKinnon too excited or 'blissed-out' here, as many parallel universes in localized hyperspace would say it and I had to add the word into my own computer's Spellchecker Dictionary; and without getting into songs pertaining to that great '27' number, or me being called “Little Boy” by the mighty Earth-Planet LIGHTNING known Astrally as Goddess Diana Arteemis; we will truck on with a bit more details, after quickly inserting here that SHE IS A LOT MORE THAN JUST ELECTRICITY, and my musical projects were all just there to let the multiverse know that I WAS HERE, and that I WAS SEVERLY PERSECUTED BY THESE HALLS FAWCES. Even the great crew and Landing Party of the fictional Star Ship Enterprise, in the original STAR TREK TV SHOW; came to realize that SHE is more than just SIMPLE ELECTRICITY, when they tried to 'short out' one of my kids, or if not, some other COIL who is dreaming off of the endless Purgatory Plane. So yes great © Office, we can just LET IT BE for right now, and not hang out with Mister Marcucci and his pals, in any part of the localized fifth dimensional hyperspace of the metaverse-dreamoffs. Yessir; good old reliable fucking JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE just got me, with those damn ass 'ONE' GROUPATION NUMBERS, 'FAWCING' ME TO compensate (cunt phlegm rape) with a great and gorgeous groupation of 'FIVE' NUMBERS STRAIGHT FROM LOVELY SAHASRA DAL KANWAL (HEAVEN)! After this, I'll continue onward with me' great discussion here, me' maitees, that is if you're not too overheated right about now with that terrible firefox1.4 or that terrible FIRE, Sir Mike Soft!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So when MIND CONTROL is done by these ULTIMATE LABORATORY TECHIES, like WOW huh lovely Mizz OPRAH Spoondancer; most of the time it is done just as a laboratory EXPERIMENT, but behind that great and powerful OZ-CURTAIN, are the ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS, pulling on THEIR OWN 343434343434MCMCMCMCMCMCMC puppeteer strings, controlling the MIND CONTROLLERS in much the same way, and believe me, THEY KNOW IT. They not only work together but they have accepted that the GODS are indeed THE BOSS, because to quote both David Roth and lovely L&O Alice Simmonelli, “THEY HAVE ALL THE POWER”!!! But here is a powerhouse secret that I HAVE NEVER FULLY TOLD and I MAY NEED SOME REAL WORLD PROTECTION THIS WEEK, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AFTER I LET THIS CAT OUT OF THE FUCKING BAG, OH SIR!!!!!!!! Some of the experiments are done with the goal of forcing those being controlled into PARTS OF THEIR SHOW, much like HOLLYWOOD 'EXTRAS' are used in movies. When an EXTRA is needed, they are found and paid, BUT when things are too secret for anyone to BE TOLD what is happening, then these EXTRAS are needed SECRETLY, without them EVEN EVEN KNOWING OR REALIZING THAT THEY INDEED HAD PLAYED THESE PARTS AS HALLS FAWCES 'EXTRAS'. But there is a lot more to this story, and to thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss story as well, oh lovely Erica AMC Kane of 1983; you ravishing girl! There are three ways for the Astral-Plane GODS to come into this HUMAN Physical Plane of life where we appear to be inside of a nuclear cosmic universe and one of virtually countless others all laying inside of a much larger fifth dimensional fabric of SPACE-TIME-MIND. One way of course is not optional because even in Purgatory, there is always an eventual drag and thus a loss of sufficient energy after unlimited interactions exhaust them and force them to DREAM-OFF of the Astral-Plane, and then out into this blown-out fifth dimensional hyperspace. The other two ways are the travelers where they come together as a group, ASTRALLY known as forming A GROUPATION, and many of them have indeed been spotted in the skies of our human world, mostly disc shaped coins or cigar shaped coils, but some other forms do also emerge due to the combinational forces and cohesiveness of the groupation processes. Then there is what I HAVE NEVER EVER SAID, and hoped that I would NEVER EVER HAVE TO SAY IT, and I simply feel that I NOW MUST SAY IT. This is the TRANSFERRED TO CRYSTAL INTER-PROGRAMMING METHOD, where rather than dreaming in as a groupation or (fleet of unidentified flying objects), or dreaming into human lives, just as less high energetic entities of the Purgatory do, such as most of us who walk upright on this Earth-Planet; they transfer into a nuclear timed and programmed crystalline existence, where they are fully conscious but immobile, and these things are what are eventually placed into our radios, and televisions, and computers, and smart devices, and cellular phones; and any and all ELECTRONIC gadgetry (Harry Potter TRUE Wizardry)! They control all of our lives completely and totally, and if we suddenly HAD TO BE WITHOUT THEM RIGHT NOW, our entire civilization would completely collapse and be obliterated, and THIS IS NO ACCIDENT BUT RATHER, HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHED AS A POWERFUL PLAN AND GOAL! This is truth, and don't think for one second that THIS BLOG IS NOT NOW CONSIDERED TO BE IN VIOLATION OF MAJESTIC-12 TOP TOP SECRETR INFORMATION. I may not have to go to prison because I can swear to the truth that I know these things because of PATRICIA HOLLISTER and her FASCITAR, and the gods only know how our LOVELY DAUGHTER FITS INTO IT ALL, but I did not steal this knowledge, hack into any government or industrial computer, or kidnap and torture anyone or commit any illegal crime in order to obtain any of these facts. I AM A REALIZED PURGATITE, and put a bit simpler here, the great Master Eckankar GURU'S known as ECK-MASTERS and Variagi Masters, that on a scale from 1-100, on true awareness to all things on all planes of existence; THEY would rate at around a 3-5 or so, and I WOULD RATE UP AROUND A NINETY or so! To quote Mister Dennis Snyder of Elm, NJUSAESMWG; “And that's just reality, son”! On top of 'Thissssssss', lovely Erica Kane of All My Children from 1983; anyone anywhere can buy an expensive pair of headphones and a good high powered sound amplifying device, and listen to the sounds of these immobile crystalline entities as you use remote control devices to make changes in various audio and video and computer apparatuses in your dwellings. Don';t ever take my word for fucking dogshit, yo. Do it yourself. You will come to see in perfect clarity real goddamn ass soon that indeed, we all are under the POWERFUL FAWCE OF THESE ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, or HALLS FAWCES, and even the human based MILITUFORCE is merely an extension and a physical plane connection to THEM. All the shit that I used to label as “Radio and Television Teasing and Harassment”, such as T.S. Commercial and thousands of other such similar examples just like this one, are really not a group of humans sitting around a HACK-ROOM having endless fun fucking with one little NOBODY, no matter how you wish to look at and examine all of that. One possible way of examining and scrutinizing all of these otherwise fully, and completely, and absolutely unexplainable things; is to realize that these powerful HALLS FAWCES or GODS/GODDESSES of the great 'CATHOLIC' Purgatory; (Astral-Plane), tend to keep records of things, and our great HOLY WORDS go out of their fuckign way to tell the MORTAL WORLD (MW) that indeed, a record of all things is being very very very meticulously kept on this ASTRAL-PLANE, and one such locale for these records in the GREAT CAPITOL CITY OF SAHASRA DAL KNAWAL, in the CITY HALL, by the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, & scriptually labeled as “THE LAMBS BOOK OF LIFE”. Oh well, at least it isn't the Lambs Book of the Beach, (1) or (2), with two being the MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3, & AKA the BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

American marketing is all a part of this Entertainment World/Astral Plane Briggbase Cult EVIL DUAL ACTION COLLUSION. I am sick to fucking death not only of HOW THIS ALL FUNCTIONS, but how this entire rotten dirty mess, endlessly escapes the notice and attention of all of the so-called Grant O'Neil 'NORMAL PEOPLE' that surround me every damn day. For years back shortly into the cunt eating twenty-tens, it was the assault on Americans by those fucking evil criminal pharmaceutical giants, and every mother fuckign advertisement on television was about telling your doctor about this pill or that pill, endlessly with that annoying “TELL YOUR DOCTOR, TELL YOUR DOCTOR”. THE BLACK HAT FUCKING HACKERS ARE POURING ON THOSE 3 MOUSE ILLEGAL ASSAULTS ON ME SHERIFF, YO!!!!!!!!! Then we went on that CAR INSURANCE ROLL when those dirt bag stupid moron tunes of Liberty Insurance and that moron garbage insurance company came to be, with those horrendous lame ass fucking ads!!!!!!!!!! Still a lot of car insurance garbage ads come on, but for a while it was even worse. NOW recently since the early autumn of last fucking year, it is THESE GODDESSDAMN AWFUL ENDLESS CHARITIES. GIMME' GIMME' GIMME'. We poor people out here HAVE FUCKING NOTHING TO GIVE, but they don't care. Just give them all you got, mother fuckers. This entire shit would ALL BE TOTALLY ILLEGAL, AND NOT PERMITTED BY BOB MCDOWELL'S GREAT (FCC) FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, a long time ago, when I was young. This entire mother fucking criminal marketing system in America SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, and I'll take a nice hot fudge Sundae, lovely Taylor and Katy!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

I am killing huge horrible mother fucking COCK ROACHES in every room in this horrible shithole nightmare apartment that I pay my rent faithfully and on time to live in. This makes 'UNFAIR' look like a canoe ride down Niagara Falls, New York in comparison.

11:25 ANTE' MERIDIAN

LATE MONDAY MORNING

6 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

01/06/2020

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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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.

My blogs FROM DOGTOWN

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

My ILLEGAL COUSIN SCUMBAG NABES from across the hall from me are SLAMMING AWAY TODAY, and annoying me to TOTAL FUCKING CUNT DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NAUT even SARAH the great, is an exception to these rules:

OR MAGICAL APPEARANCES DONE TRANSDIMENSIONALLY IN TRANSFER STATIONS, THAT ARE NOW ONWNED BY THE MIGHTY ALL-GHOST-WHISPERING “WASTE-MANAGEMENT COMPANY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS RANDOM, AND NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, NO JOB, NO RESIDENCE, NO CONTACT WITH ANYONE; & NOTHING IS EVER JUST NOTHING!!!!! EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME SINCE I LEFT THE MAGICAL SUBATOMIC POWERED OR CONTROLLED COOLEY HIGH HELL HALL OF DOGTOWN ON EARTH, DID NAUT HAPPEN BY SHEER TOTAL HAPPENSTANCE RANDOM CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

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ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

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ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

AND ENDLESS COMPUKER HACKING IS EVEN WORSE THAN THIS!!!!!!!

A DEATH BEAM IS STRIKING MY HEALTH!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

“YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,

VIVA MORIANITY!”

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, JANUARY 6, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 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.

THE GODS GASME GAMES:

I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND CUTTING AND PASTING IN SOLAR SYSTEMS, OR CREATING ALL SORTS OF NASTY ASS SHIT, ESPECIALLY WITH POOR PITIFUL FRAIL AND ELDERLY WHITTLE ME, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND ROACHES AND RATS EVERYWHERE. IT IS ALSO HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT, AND ENDLESS GAMES THAT SEEM TO ME TO BE TOTALLY ASS SILLY, BUT OBVIOUSLY ARE ANYTHING MOTHER FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT SILLY TO THESE SICKIO WACK JOB FUCKING TURD HUFFING GODS OF THE PURGATORY. I SPEAK OF ANOTHER 'MIND HACK', OR CALENDAR HACK, OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS CAUSING THIS SHIT WITH THE LUNAR PHASES. SOMEONE IS EITHER CHANGING CALENDARS ON MY WALL, OR SOMEHOW DIRECTLY HACKING MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND ITSELF; AND NEITHER OF THESE TWO GODDAMN FUCKING THINGS IS TOO DIFFICULT FOR THESE DISEASED ASTRAL PLANE GODS TO ACCOMPLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know that I carefully looked on my brand new calendar, and I compared the ending of the past year calendar very carefully, counting out the exact times of the QUARTER LUNAR PHASES, and then the days in-between them; and yet for a second MOTHER FUCKING TIME NOW, THINGS HAVE MAGICALLY ALTERED, and are not what they used to be weeks ago when I printed up the new month lunar pasting page for populating in the new data for blog posting. This is why I hesitate to stop things, and now when I feel like doing shit, I will do shit, and when I don't fucking feel like it, then I won't fuckign cunt do it. It is my blog, and people can read it or ignore it at their own discretion. Also, I say in absolute honesty, candor, and selflessness, as much as I would love to have a more popular blog; the vast majority of 99.999999999% or so of blog followers who refuse to entertain Mountainpen's wisdom and free information, may very well be placing huge knives into the bodies of their so-called loving descendants!!!!!!!! This is why I will do what I WANT TO DO from now on, and right now, since THESE GASME GODS GAMES are very real, and I need to prove this shit as best as any fucking cunt DOGTOWN RESIDENT could possibly ever hope to do; it has been well established now that there is a NEW GAME IN TOWN, and its fucking GODDESSDAMN name is “Let's Fuck With Mountainpen's Lunar Blogging Charts”!

As I typed this last shit in, THE GODS JUST MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY CRASHED MY CUNT LAPPING CUM PUKE HER (COMPUTER) SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA; EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT YOU COULD CARE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING LEAST ABOUT MY CIVIL RIGHTS AS A CITIZEN OF YOUR COUNTY, OR THIS ILLEGAL ELDER FUCKING ABUSE; OH GREAT 'KIND SIR'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF 6 JANUARY OF 2019, AND THE ENTIRE MONTH AND YEAR; WITH MAJOR COMPUTER HACK ATTACKS, MAJOR UTILITIES ATTACKS, MAJOR MOISE AND PHA ATTACKS, THAT IS ALL A PART OF THIS 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

Tattle tailing on these sicko gods DOES NOT WORK, and in fact, NOT ONE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT EATING THING DOES WORK. You or I will beat the mother fucking casinos before you can beat the lawtronically built in GASME GODS GAMES with me, or better said perhaps, played AGAINST ME, because THEY CAN FORCE ME TO ALWAYS PLAY BY “THEIR RULES”, and I, simply fucking cunt put yo, CANNAUT force them to ever play by my rules, and so this is a recipe for endless disaster and misery. It is no different than playing FIXED GAMES with legally built in endless mathematical advantages such as what is played in any and every casino on the Earth-Planet. Dennis Snyder would put it absolutely mother fucking perfectly here, and I'll again quote him, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!

The mother fucking cunt huffing filthy rotten diseased MILITUFORCE took me to their Astral-Plane BRIGGBASE last night before I got up for the day of Saturday. Before I totally mother fucking give up, I intend to hire somebody after I move and get settled in, to promote my blog to audiences interested in subjects ranging from anything paranormal and psychic, the mysteries of dreams and dreaming's, and the endless quest for truth and knowledge concerning the extraterrestrial situation, and including those studying all and any types of religion, and learning about the so-called TRUTHS OF GOD or (THE GODS, or WHATEVER)!!! Just because I have so far failed to figure out how to properly get my blogs to an audience truly interested in some of the fuckign shit that I have talked about very seriously for fourteen years now, DOES NOT MEAN THAT THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TO GET THIS DONE IF I PAY A GRAND ORV SO TO A REAL PROMOTER, WHO IS CHECKED OUT FULLY AND PROPERLY, THROUGH ALL CHANNELS INCLUDING THE BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU, CHAMBER OF COMMERCE, AND SOME OTHER SOURCES. Once I move, I fully intend to give all of this ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING TRY, before I just lay down AND DIE, or do a 100 percent gods-laughing 'SURRENDER-OZ-DOROTHY' for them! If when all is said and done, if absolutely no one wants to hear the Mountainpen, then fine, 'fuck ya's' I will then just stop these blogs, and do other more resourceful things, such as work and save towards moving to a minimum wage state that is 15 bucks an hour, and go back to at least part time if not full time security work, as many guards are working well into their septuagenarian years and I have met a few over eighty. So fuck you to everybody! Buttercheese and big ass BUTTTTTTT but, before I decide that my tattle tailing is completely without bruising the enemy here and there and maybe causing some occasional busted fucking bones as well, I will decide whether or not to pursue telling some other shit that I have never seriously embarked on because I merely thought to myself that the shit I have told so far was more important, and hey world, JUST MAYBE I WAS OFF BASE, AND TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG. It wouldn't be the first time that I have goofed, and it sure as DOGTOWN won't be the last cock sucking time either, yo BRO!

Yes the nightmares were quite fucking cunt super ultra hyper intense cubed and re-squared during me' last dreaming cycle before starting me' day early Saturday afternoon, where I then spent most of me' day KILLING HORRIBLE ROACHES. In me' nightmares, I was in Atlantic City at the start of it, and had lost fifteen-hundred-bucks in one of their rotten ass cheating casinos. They do not cheat in obvious ways that would possibly cost them their gaming licenses, so don't misunderstand me, any DA or other authorities out here, as it is illegal to accuse people of crimes without proof, and I am fully aware of that. I never ever said they cheat in ANY CONVENTIONAL WAY but they do absolutely cheat in many hidden ways, AND WITH ME, THEY USED PARALLEL EVENT AGAINST ME AS WELL AS A FEW OTHER NASTY TRICKS. Still, they were not ever in danger of a license pull, and so I cannot go running to some DA with a complaint, despite my mathematical documentation printed and posted up some time early last year if me' memory serves me correctly, concerning my experience on Halloween Day in the year of 1983, at Steve Winn's Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino. How much would you like to bet me Sheriff Mascara sir, or any other great 'LEO' out there, that if I had gone and WON 32 bets that had 50-50 chances to win or to lose, straight in a row, that I would not have BEEN ACCUSED OF CHEATING BY T-H-E-M?????? I will gladly 'WAGER' anyone out there in cyberspace, ten trillion dollars, if you can prove to me, that should that have been the case that day on 10-31-1983, this would not have happened to me, and that I would not have been stopped by security on my way out, to talk to the booth workers at the CCC (Casino Control Commission)!!!!!!!! I will bet anyone any time, but the problem is that how could this bet ever be fairly wagered? Should that fact ever change, I'll be more than happy to make this wager!

AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”! AS SOON AS I HIT AGE 66 AND MY BENNIES BECOME REGULAR MOTHER FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY, I AM TO QUOTE THE SPORTSCASTER LEGEND AND LATENGRATE SIR HARRY CALLAS, “ADDAHERRRRRRRRE”!

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