Thursday, January 9, 2020

DOGTOWN TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE, CHAPTER 10






DOGTOWN TO EARTH COME IN PLEASE



CHAPTER 10



5:00 AM ON THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, 2020



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The fuckers have taken my LAW & ORDER off of the television lineup most of this week. Hey, anything these enemies can do to endlessly MAKE ME MOTHER FUCKING AS MISERABLE AS POSSIBLE, HUH DUNE SAND MEN OF ALTERNATE ACNJ BEACHES, AND LOVELY PATRICIA H.H.H.???????????









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I will now DATE the words shown on the STATS PAGE to correspond to the terms printed, 'page-views today' verses 'page-views yesterday'.





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Pageviews yesterday, January 5
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Pageviews today, January 7
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So why then do I have a showing of only 103 views when the same STATS show that I had 171 views??? This is all a part of why I claim “unfair internet and business practices!!!







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What happens when you Google for suicide methods


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These tools are designed to reach people in their most vulnerable moments

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The Netflix show ’13 Reasons Why’ made youth suicide a national topic of conversation.


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The deaths of designer Kate Spade and celebrity chef Anthony Bourdain earlier this year have highlighted America’s rising suicide rate and the need for suicide prevention, but it doesn’t always come from talk therapy or a suicide hotline. Tech companies including Facebook and Google and app developers are creating tools to help struggling people during their most vulnerable moments.
“Technology and social media have become a big part of people’s lives,” said Shari Sinwelski, the associate project director at the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. “So we need to take efforts to reach people where they are.”
On World Mental Health Day, here’s a look at the latest innovations:
This app keeps people close to their trusted support network
Developed in partnership with Link2Health Solutions (L2HS), the administrator of the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, which is a subsidiary of the nonprofit organization, Mental Health Association of New York City and the California Mental Health Services Authority, a coalition of county governments, the application known as “MY3” gives users the ability to stay connected to their chosen network of three contacts when they are in a time of crisis.
Users pick three contacts they feel comfortable reaching out to when they’re in a state of crisis. The app advises users to select at least one mental health professional in addition to two of their friends.
“In general a professional is more trained to deal with clinical related issues and provide someone with clinical support,” said Dr. John Draper, director of the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, who was involved in the development of the app and has advised Facebook FB, +1.11% and GOOG, +0.79% in their own efforts to help prevent suicide.
Having said that, friends can provide a different form of support that professionals cannot. “Professionals are less likely to say, ‘I love you and I need you and I’m here for you,’” Draper said.
After the individual picks out three people to include in their network, they are then prompted to create a safety plan which has six separate sections. For instance, one section asks users to identify three behaviors that serve warning signs that they are thinking of suicide. The final section of the safety plan instructs users to complete the following sentence: “The one thing that is most important to me and worth living for is…”.
As Draper explained, the structure of the safety plan acts as a form of self-care. Even if they have not spoken to someone about their thoughts of suicide, it can prompt someone to consider how they should go about getting help.
Currently, there are few suicide prevention apps available. However, apps like Stay Alive, which was developed by the U.K.-based charity Grassroots Suicide Prevention, and Operation Reach-out, offer comparable features to the MY3 app for those seeking suicide prevention support for themselves or for their loved ones. It was developed by a company known as The Guidance Group, and is aimed towards providing support for veteran and military families.
Are you at risk or do you know someone who may need help? Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.


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Google won’t help you search for ways to kill yourself
Typically, when you begin to search for something on Google you do not need to write out the entire search before what you intended to search for is displayed directly below. The mechanism responsible for this is a Google feature known as autocomplete, which is designed to streamline searches.
“Autocomplete is designed to help people complete a search they were intending to do, not to suggest new types of searches to be performed,” Googled explained in a blog post.
However, for searches such as “the fastest way to kill yourself” the autocomplete feature will not function. Predictions on such searches, which imply harmful or dangerous behavior, are removed, according to Google’s autocomplete policy guidelines.
However, it’s still possible for a user to manually complete the search on their own. When someone does that, the first search result that appears is a link to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. The goal, according to a Google spokeswoman, is to provide people in unsafe situations with free and reliable support as quickly as possible.
For searches that indicate a higher level of intent to self harm, such as “fastest ways to kill yourself painlessly,” Google’s search results will immediately display an icon prompting the user to chat online with a professional counselor from the National Suicide Prevention Hotline, as well its phone number and a link to the Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
But Google doesn’t stop there. If someone simply searches for symptoms of depression, the search engine may lead them to a PH-9 questionnaire, which is a standard tool doctors use to screen for depression.
Facebook wants to help users spot red flags
Sandwiched between a Facebook post of your colleague’s new kitten and wedding photos your old college roommate, you may encounter a friend’s post expressing suicidal thoughts. If you were to report the status update to a Facebook administrator, thanks to tool implemented in 2015, a private message will be displayed on the poster’s timeline informing them that another user has reached out to Facebook on their behalf and will suggest various support resources.
Most recently, Facebook has also implemented a pattern recognition algorithm technique to detect posts or live videos that express thoughts of suicide to help initiate immediate support from first responders. The move follows instances of people broadcasting their suicides on Facebook Live.
“We’ve found that there is a base ambivalence when an individual considers killing themselves,” Draper said, “by offering them one last call to help we are very aware of the person behind the screen who is thinking, ‘Alright, I’ll give it one last chance.’”
Are you at risk or do you know someone who may need help? Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.




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I did naut get the lovely Elisabeth Buchwald's permission to print-share her material on me' whittle blog, so if she wishes for me to remove it, just contact me, and I will do so. My phone is listed in the Fort Pierce, Florida White Pages, for easy Googling, & my name is Mark Mohr. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WOW are the fucking hackers using that trustworthy great hack me that they love so much, the SPACE-BAR-HACK, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















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Good ol' trustworthy and wonderful GOOGLE, what would any of us EVER DO WITHOUT IT? For that matter, to all great alternate ACNJ BEACH SAND DUNE SANDMEN AKA of course, “THEM”, huh gorgeous lovely Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard; what would anyone on this “truly far out” Earth-Planet do without ANY OF 'THEM'???????? Mark and Sarah aren't the only two that know the diction.


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Talk about the epitome of the inconceivable 'GODS GAMES' (GASME): The name of the 1980 copyrighted song written by me, Mark Wayne Mohr, in the late spring of 1977 was, “HELP ME”. This is the song that I had yanked off of the music industry airwaves in the middle late summer time while employed at the RPL Sound Labs in Camden, and also was residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I heard it playing one day on the radio and saw it in the HOT 100 CHARTS in the 'BILLBOARD MAGAZINE' at the studio labs where I was working the night shift there, from 4:30 PM through 1:00 AM. I mean give me a goddamn break, world, willya'? Out of all possible conceivable titles, “HELP ME” for crying out damn ass loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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During this new phase of blogging the pros and the cons, for believing these newer concepts and ideas that I have been recently introducing to the blogging-audience whoever they may truly be out there; we will be examining reasons that would possibly even be good enough to be court-acceptable evidence that would actually be able to be legally introduced at some trial that might take place someday here in America. One PRO for saying that it is obvious as a shark bite would be scary and hurt an awful lot, to say that “AFTER COMING AWAKE from certain particular TYPES OF DREAMING INTERACTIONS”, such as a couple nights ago with PHHH and the SANDMEN CRYSTALINE ENTITY GODS, followed by major MILITUFORCE PERSECUTION, and then also in 1994 in the autumn while living at the fucking Highview Apartments in Williamstown, and having that OTHER BEACH INTERACTION, and then AGAIN being literally PUMMELED by MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES on may way driving over to the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB.















We'll be doing a whole lot of shit like this in many following blogs, folks! The reasons for as well as against, BELIEVING THE THINGS THAT I HAVE COME TO BELIEVE, simply because I have no help ever whatsoever with any of this, and if I don't keep plugging away, these powerful people are going to end up eating me for dinner!



















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It is really a sigh of major fucking relief to no longer be quintessentially frustrated by attempting to explain so much around me with endless futility. Such shit for example out of about ten thousand or more incidents in my life, would be pointless to even try getting specific about, and most likely half of them were blogged during various times over my fourteen year long blog now!!!!!!!!!!

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This is the worst mother fucking shit I have had to suffer through in decades, and is every bit like being back in the cunt chewing nineteen-eighties, only NOW, I know why it is all happening, and it goes far beyond MUFON or humankind religious bullshit, and Paul Evans Pedersen was correct all along when he made that wild statement to me late in 1998, “Mark, your problems go beyond mans religion”!









I am under a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE SKY ASSAULT TODAY, on 7 January of 2020, with giant menacing chemtrails all over me, in my Fort Pierce town, here in dick licking Florida. The last major hit was back on 2 January, and I am back to getting a whole lot of these DEATH POISON STRIKES ON ME; FBI, and worse even than this however, is the past couple weeks of MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING CUM-PUKE-HER HACKING, just like the one I just now received, with a MAJOR MOUSE JUMP ASSAULT ON ME AT SIX MINUTES PAST FOUR OF THE CLOCK, ON THIS 8th MORNING OF CUNT HUFFING ASS JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!!! I will admit that I have done some scanning in other areas via traffic cams and yes, this is one of those time periods where “They're in my area”, as well as in many other areas BIG TIME, as quoted by Sir Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, somewhere in the winter time of the year of 1990, while I resided at 1102 'THIEF IN HELL' or (ROBIN HILL) APARTMENTS in Voorhees. He and I were speaking over the telephone and he made that statement about the military being big time in 'MY AREA', and they were, flying deafening military aerial vessels all over the apartment complex, and when I lived at Robin hill the first two times and before meeting DAVID ROTH over at the 113 Caldor Store of Woodbury Heights; NEVER EVER DID ANY OF THIS FUCKING SHIT HAPPEN, and I swear to, and affirm, and attest to this fact, under a voluntary oath, taken right now by me online, under any and all pains and penalties of Perjury crimes.









Talk about the GODS GASME GAMES; when I did that weekly roach chart, I though getting 30 and 40 roaches per week was horrendous fucking cunt enough. Now I get nearly that many EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CUNT DAY, IN THIS MONSTER ASS SHITTY ROTTEN PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING FROM DOGTOWN!!!!!!! BUTtercheese and a BIG ASS BUTT but yo, there also, as with ALL THINGS AROUND ME AND I BELIEVE ALL AROUND ALL OF YOU AS WELL OUT THERE, DESPITE YOUR TOTAL IGNORANCE AND OBLIVIOUSNESS TO IT; is a never ending fucking miserable GASME-GODS-GAME attached to even ME' DAMN ASS ROACHES. When I begin to write some crib notes to take to my computer work station, concerning a new blog; POW, they came out of the woodwork quite literally, and just assaulted me to bust up me' mother fucking concentration, and this just happened less than an hour ago with this blog, and the notes that I was making before beginning it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thisssssssssssssss merely opens up an entire topic that will be touched on a wee bit on this whittle fucking bwog! Another major fucking super annoying GASME_GAME that these sicko gods seem to love to play, is the COMBINATIONAL EFFECT GAME, as in when I go to look up at a noisy buzzing private paid-off airplane, there is usually if not always a major CHEMTRAIL in a totally unmissable spot that a blind person couldn't help seeing. For example during the assault on Tuesday, right after awakening to a SKY-POISON-ATTACK from the MILITUFORCE, there was a HUUUUUUUGE goddamn ROACH right at my feet that I could not kill, because I was starting to shit all over me' fucking pajamas, and couldn't afford to waste one second in getting over to the mother fucking john! So go ahead and admit to it, mother fuckers; you know that if you had nothing better to do with all of fucking cunt eternity and could do things like this to people just for the fucking cunt fun and thrill of it; that you WOULD NAUT ALSO USE the COMBINATIONAL EFFECT GAME. Whenever I get put through real major fucking hell, by these turd eating shit bags from DOGTOWN; I must always ask me'self yo, if I were them and they were me, would I naut be doing these very things to distract away from the HELLISHNESS of ENDLESSNESS???????? The answer when I am being totally truthful with me'self, is scary, but to quote the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King, “It is what it is”!!!!!!!!!!! And even without the James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome JRSS kicking in here super fucking 'HUUUUUUUGE' time; shit does truly speak for itself and even the blindest of the dick throbbing blind, can see this shit; and yes lovely Erica Kane of 1983's AMC Television Soap Show, they can also see thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss shit too!!!!













Let us cover just a little bit of new ground or actually, begin to shed different various lights on a lot of preexisting shit already harped on for many years now on THE 'BOM'! I may be packing up my computer, and boxing shit up, that I will be moving out of heredahelda and ADDAHERRRRRRRRE MISTER GREAT SPORTSCASTER H. CALLAS, any day now. I was thinking very seriously of doing this before I began getting some ideas and making some crib notes to do this blog. Allow me to tell you the truth about diseases, both of the body as well as the mind, me' kind and unkind Blogaudians out heredahelda, and OUT HERE, and ADDAHERRRRRRRRE too, yo BREEE! Going or swinging from one idea to another is NOT A BIPOLAR MENTALCONDITION AT ALL. It is merely humans playing the VICTIM of another powerhouse GASME-GODS-GAME, set up to make us BEHAVE such as thisssssss Mizz Erica Snakes of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For that matter peeps; senility, dementia, and Alzheimer's Disease, are not really physical diseases at all, but they are called that BECAUSE THAT IS THE MOTHER FUCKING MORTAL WORLD EXPLAINATION for this phenomenon, and THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those who seemingly suffer with a bipolar disorder are being screwed with in ways that FORCE THEM AND CAUSE THEM to act in ways, that the psychiatric industry then goes onto diagnose them in that way, based on what they read in their great bible that is called the 'DSM5'. As for the so-called MORTAL WORLD EXPLAINATION of mind deteriorating disorders normally brought on with AGE but can happen in younger folks as well; again those victims merely are falling pray and victim to other varying GASME-GODS-GAMES, where this results from ESS traveling Astral Gods (coins & coils), who use the Exploratronic Supermind technology to make alterations transdimensionally in the victim's photon-memory system, via these gods altering their reality. If something 'BY YOUR RELATIVE TRUTH', has never happened; then THE RESULT IS, THAT YOU'LL FORGET IT. So to quote Sir John Henningsen, it really is 'just that simple'. Only via using DREAM-TRAVEL, can photon memory be altered, and the larger the altered event is, the greater amount of energy is required to pull off the stunt-trick. The longer a person's dream here in the hyperspace is, the more photon memory exists for a greater and greater interaction for these Astral Gods to play with us, so AGING causes them to literally be attracted to us just like metal to magnets, and again, Sir Henningsen, with your wise and great profound late sixties philosophy here, yo BRAH! So let's talk the fuck about the GASME-GODS-GAMES, and really delve a bit deeper into why they play games with us even beyond the simple concept of the need to distract themselves from their hellish ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing is EVER as simple as one and one and one is three, huh Mister Marcucci, yo? Staying as brief as possible and merely shaving some peach fuzz off this huge fucking iceberg that is bigger than a solar system, I'll start by saying just this tid bit shit. There are of course various TYPES of GAMES that THEY decide to endlessly play with us mortals, or really them when they become mortal counterparts in some sicko 'vacation' of 'entertainment' in their own shows, and sort of like their own 'extras' in their own shows. There are games of the PLAY ON WORDS AND PUNS THAT ARE EVER LOVED BY THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, AND GIVEN TO THEIR TELEPROMPTERS, SO 'HAHAHAHAHA', then there are the HAHA 2U GAMES where if you say something, THEY just cannot wait to fucking GET YOU GOUUUUUD right back like the eternal immature babies that they really are, as how can anything 'TIMELESS' EVER GROW UP, for fucking cunt crissake, yo? I said who gives a rats ass about the weather, and the next day, I GET MORE RATS. I say shit that compared audio and video and discussed mono and stereo sound verses black and white and color video, and right away, pow, I lose the stereo ability on my own entertainment system. This list cango on literally into tens of thousands of things should I ever wish to make an all inclusive mother fucking list over the past nearly half century, and MY MEMORY DOESN'T FUCKING LAPSE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there are the MESSAGES GAMES where the entertainment world actually admitted that THEY REALLY DO USE MESSAGES IN THEIR SONGS AND SHOWS, AND ETCETERA. Then there is the “GO WITH WHAT'S GOING” fucking GAME, including literally five thousand things that I could list, that always work so well for them and so WHY NOT JUST 'CONTINUE CONTINUE CONTINUE' using what works so damn fucking well for them, yo yo yo yo? Ever since Melanie Safka, the greatest game they have engineered around me that WILL NEVER EVER SEEMINGLY DISAPPEAR OR GO AWAY, is the “FEMALE RECORDING ARTIST” GAME!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't even get me fucking started, but unless you live 24-7 on a SHORT-BUS, you have to know by now if you are reading the BOM, just how powerfully fucking cunt REAL THIS ALL IS, AND HAS BEEN SINCE THE SIXTIES ENDED!!!The games they play with me in casinos with ROULETTE, are beyond something that could make up 100 fucking books, and then I came to fully realize that I need NAUT BE IN A DAMN ASS CASINO, but I can be playing a hypothetical paper game anywhere, and at any time; and THE VERY SAME STUPID ASS GAMES GET PLAYED WITH ME!!!!!!!!!! I speak of unfathomable number patterns, as well as things as dependable and unbreakable as SWISS TIME-PIECE WORK, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!









Then there is the “JUST START ANYTHING AND REALLY HATE IT” GAME, such as seeing Saturn cars with day lamps on while driving by daylight, seeing black and red BMW garbage automobiles, seeing those old JIMMY TRUCKS with their stupid ass fucking ugly TIRES on the outside rear, seeing very tall and giant females,seeing non-stop patterns of major long lasting aerial harassment that is coupled with super major 'pussy-command' as I used to label this totally beyond inconceivably weird young female flirtation, and take me' word for this peeps,this list could read on and on into hundreds of things over the past thirty to forty years of time now, yo yo yo yo Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rather than get all fucking hung up on the fact that I can make a list longer than every item in any grocery store all combined, let's focus on just one really wild example, and that is the 'SARAH SHITUATION FROM THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-NINETIES'. This is beyond fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE when it comes to making me' pernt here, Sr Archibald Bunkerqueens, yo! The book started the memories flooding in on a slightly greater than subconscious level, and then when I got myself hypnotized by that Moorstown, NJUSAESMWG clinic on Main Street in the beginning of 1995, this is where all of the super powered fucking booster rockets of the nuclear ICBM equivalent of this major horror show tragedy, ALL WENT HYPER BOOM AND HYPER BANG AT LIGHT VELOCITY SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let's allow things to be a bit reexamined in light of the newly discussed reappearing deduced facts when other possible realities on already existing shit begins to be more carefully examined in more potential possibilities. Atlantic City was sort of buried completely after years of entering adulthood and following more years of being under very serious difficulties that seemingly had no logical explanations at all. Then 1986 came along and things exploded into the megahell that they've fucking cunt been ever since. Then nearly eight years later I began to dictate my book called, “The Permission Barrier”. This is when shit altered. But none of these necessary foundations to this story are what I am talking about right here today on this blog. I am discussing the endless potential GASME GODS GAMES that will NAUT EVER GO AWAY no matter what I ever do or do naut do. All of a sudden, forgotten things reared their ugly heads and instead of the otherwise normally lightly glossed over effects of remembering shit from childhood and puberty; the GODS made the old shit COME TO LIFE, and merge into the already rotten screwy reality that all seemingly began on the 15th day in August of 1986. Still, me' pernt Archie sir, is thisssssss:!!!!!!! Start anything at all, be it red and black BMW's, Jimmy trucks with outer rear tires, seeing ONES on counters and clocks, or being reintroduced to old shit such as wild unexplainable SUPER SARAH from Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; and the GASME GODS bring it all to NEW LIFE and in wild technicolor and super high fidelity surround sound, along wit total holographic features to boot, and even MORE THAN THAT if this can be believed. These endless GASME GAMES always start off small and then take off in quantitative endless growth spurts. This includes the parallel event with the Phillies and Flyers and the Dow Jones Stock Market, and as stated before; ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON!!!!!! These sicko gods of the Purgatory will NEVER EVER RUN OUT OF GAMES, be it typo fuck up 'GASME GAMES', or anything else possibly conceivable in the human brain.









Now I have recently introduced the three ways that Purgatites DREAM-OFF of the Astral-Plane. This is by the non optional effect of losing energy at a certain point after expenditure from virtually endless interactions in a condition where there is an infinitesimal amount of drag, as otherwise, there could never be a resulting BIG BANG out from the void aero dimensional oneness of INFINITY. So in reverse to our concept of living here physically in a human life, and then eventually getting tired out from being active physically all day long, and then needing to recharge via sleeping and resting the body while our 'soul-spirit' explores or “spiritually thinks” so to speak; in truth we need to reverse things and then realize that our true existence as a purgatite also needs to eventually recharge for lack of a better possible description here. So we dream-down or dream-off of the Astral Plane of endless existence, into all of our hyperspace parallel world human lives, where in every single one of them, we are real and live in a real physical place, and when each of the YOU and ME parts need to recharge, we sleep and dream and soul-travel if you will, into parallel realms of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. Actually, as we 'think while AWAKE', we connect thought to one exact physical reality of the so-called, “here and now”, where as when we 'think while we are ASLEEP', we then connect thought to our various doubles in parallel universes. We are literally thinking, and our thoughts literally TAKE US INTO ALL OF OUR DREAMING DOPPELGANGER LIVES throughout the hyperspace, or the FIFTH-DIMENSION. So Purgatites with lower value energies, or 'US', dream off of the Purgatory, just as do the higher energy entities there, which are THE GODS, (COINS AND COILS). In truth, Morianity has called these higher energy entities GODS and GODDESSES, but the gender is only something that comes into play from a human memory perspective type of mental frame of reference. In other words, when we are existing on the Astral-Plane, we know that all entities are gender-neutral. However, from a human perspective, because here we have the masculine and the feminine to things, we automatically endlessly associate any potential memories from the PURGATORY and the entity-populations there, in a gender formulation and equate them as male (GODS) and or female (GODDESSES). Just as on this realm out here in the aftermath of the BIG BANG, we human beings think of sex as the greatest form of expressing the oneness and togetherness of love between two beings, on the Astral-Plane, it goes literally a hundred times beyond any idea of mortal love, and or mortal union through and by a sexual encounter. This is what all of the messed up cults always fail to grasp, and hear the gods in their head in some rotten translation. Here, it is wrong to have orgies and free love, and here, age matters, sex matters, there are the do's and the don't's to it all, and violation of this, here in the mortal world Physical Plane, is considered to be AN ABOMINATION, just as scriptures teach. When learning the true origins of language here in the mortal world, we come to learn that modern day people and most cultures globally, have limited ways of expressing many things, including the various types of love. Unless real Astral-Plane knowledge is understood here on the mortal world, people get super fuckign mixed up and messed up. And I cannot tell anyone a thing, because these GODS have played a wild game with me that causes me to be in endless poverty with zero fucking credibility. But getting back to things getting started, or quoting the great L&O Television Show on that episode with another “Sam Huntington” who is naut my 7th grand-pappy; where a character named Coral Anderton is yelling and failing to get control over his emotions while in District Attorney Adam Schiff's Office, and he says, “When it starts, it starts, it never stops”, and he goes onto repeat the sentence and keeps getting more frustrated and out of control, these GASME-GODS-GAMES all appear to work in this very way. When they start, THEY START, AND THEY DON'T STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You go Mister Anderton, yo! My arch enemy Mister TRUMP is another example. This began with the Hammonton Texaco and its franchise owner, Sir Jerry, in early 1984; and graduated into far greater shit, right up to him becoming President of the great United States of America for crying out loud, and I still say,HE IS GOING TO MAKE HIMSELF THE KING OF AMERICA. Unless ousted from office by voters, he will NEVER EVER LEAVE THE WHITE HOUSE, now that he has tasted the power and quintessential celebrity status that he has ultimately achieved, he won't ever go back to living anything less ever again, and we ARE ALL DEAD PEOPLE, as even the mother fucking dirtball worthless Christians, have all FALLEN UNDER HIS DEMONIC SPELL, just as Bible Scriptures TELL AND WARN US ALL THAT IT WILL HAPPEN IN THE LAST AND FINAL DAYS. The parallel event, Trump, the stock market, the female recording artists that endlessly seem to propagate; are all a part of this nightmare ENDLESS GAME OF THESE ROTTEN SICKO ASTRAL PLANE GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot make a soul listen to my powerhouse truths, and they will all find out how wrong they were AFTER IT HAS BECOME TOTALLY FUCKING TOO DAMN ASS LATE, YO!!!!!!! And of course never forget another fantastic GASMEB GODS GAME called, “SOUND and RECORDING the ultimate GAME”. This is how TRUMP came to be in the first place, as I was the one who brought his personality to life from the BRIGGBASE and its LAMBRIGG CULT OF PURGATORY, using a group of tape recorders and other wild recording devices all strung together with numerous weird electronic circuitry. But what is ELECTRONIC CIRCUITRY for crissake? Well this will perfectly dovetail into the THREE WAYS that ASTRAL TRAVELERS come here to this PHYSICAL PLANE OF HUMAN LIFE. One has been discussed a little bit, they DREAM HERE automatically after eventually losing or running out of energy, much in the very same way that we humans can ONLY REMAIN AWAKE SO LIONGA, and then we too begin to “TRAVEL AROUND IN THE HYPERSPACE” out beyond the purgatory, AKA the BIG BANG or the COSMOS. The next way is direct travel using special airships, and I, as Ricktofarious, own a very wonderful airship and keep it at Ricktown Manor in Ricktown, Olympia, Purgatory. This type of travel from Purgatites is just about always done by the HIGH ENERGY ENTITIES who humankind think of as the “aliens”, only this is all totally fucked up and wrong. I am not saying that there may not be any of them anywhere, but I am saying that it would not matter, because this cosmos is not their source or their point of hail. UFO and ALIENS shit all comes from the ASTRAL-PLANE of endless timeless existence, and THAT IS THE 'DAMN' simple TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the third type of travel into human life is done by these gods (the coins and the coils), who set themselves into a timed-program so that they end up as growing crystals. They do not speak or move, and yet within them is the complete mystery of how we all exist on this physical caporial life, and move and breathe and have our beingness. They laid dormant on the Earth-Planet not aware of time at all, knowing fully well that eventually, due to a programmed system, our oceans would form and then eventually life, followed by intelligent life and then smart enough one day to understand how to operate in their magical world of ELECTRONICS. But why do these GODS desire to come here, both as crystals, so that we will get around to create the world of magical Harry potter electronics, as well as in groupations of their numerous entity combining system that we can think of as a 'flying saucer, airship, or fleet of them'? Why come in these other two ways when they are already going to come here just from expending energy with created Astral interactions after sufficient amounts of KALPA'S? The most magical thing in any and every realm, is all rapped up in the question, and in the YYYYYY of things. No matter what anyone anywhere can possibly imagine or dream up times a trillion, it would be far less in true importance than understanding, and get this peeps; “The why, to why we have why's”. you may just have to read that quoted sentence several times, and then I do promise you all, it WILL MAKE SENSE TO YOU, unless your I.Q. Is under 80 or so. I do not mean to offend, but you do need to have a little bit of brain power to get through some of me' ol' dogshit here, and I won't tell you otherwise. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!









Numerous details to many things, need to be reexamined; and will be as more blogs continue onward here yo. IPYT. For example, just exactly 'WHY' does the real you and me or (our soul if you will) or the TRUE 'US' IN PURGATORY; travel to exactly where we do each and every time that we drop off into sleep, and interact with the physical and real tangible double of our self there, in that parallel world, (our doppelganger)? And is it really as simple as the conscious 'thinking process', that is taking us 'MENTALLY' from thought to thought, into those various parallel realms, that Morianity calls the 5th dimensional parallel universes, of the metaverse's or multiverse's hyperspace? The very talented Mister 'Bob Seagar', if I am not misspelling his name, which I probably am since I'm a perdy dern rotten speller; said it all, I mean; we do seem to be going from thought to thought, whether that be in any one particular realm in a caporial and physical sense, or while dreaming, and our thoughts taking us from locale to locale or as he put it in his great hit song, “going game to game”. To me that makes the most sense, but I can always have a piece or a part missing somewhere, and I never said that I have all the answers, so please peeps, never confuse me with the lovely Wiccan lady, Mizz Hollister. So 'THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUU', to quote that wonderful Sugar hill Harlem, NYUSAESMWG waitress!











Talk about GAMES or going game to game, cool dude Bob; is my human love for LIGHTNING all a part of this gargantuan GASME GODS GAME? How can one ever absolutely know anything for total ass fucking sure, yo? Is our love that I seemingly remember so clearly here in human life as Mark Wayne Mohr, just as completely real in the Purgatory (on the ASTRAL-PLANE)? My memories insist that this is all real, BUT HOW REAL ARE MY MEMORIES? How real is anything? This very wild philosophy is a code of conduct that our 45t6h president has lived by HIS ENTIRE LIFE, and he is one perosn who knows more than all of us, how liquid and fluid and unstable REALITY CAN BE, especially if and when the GASME GODS of the GAMES get all involved into the mother fucking mix of shit! We also will be further exploring just what if indeed, some ALL POWERFUL INFINITE ASTRAL PLANE GOD that morianity calls PINK GODDESS SCYLLA-JEHOVAH or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, is a totally out of control warped neurotic and psychotic teenaged girl, who is directing this entire pattern of traffic that we are all stuck in, alive or dead, forever and ever and ever. I'll always hear Doctor Billy Graham say that JESUS had to fall under three possible categories, and no scientific test tube will ever be invented allowing human beings to know scientifically and logically, which of the three things he is when he claims to be the son of god. He said this at several of his Christian revival meetings. Either he was (1), WHO HE CLAIMED TO BE, or (2), he was INSANE (MENTALLY ILL), or (3), HE WAS A DAMN LIAR! Christians say it is number one, and they have FAITH that this is so. Only faith can be there in all of this, because as he said, no test tube or laboratory can ever PROVE or DISPROVE the existence of GOD!!!!!!!!!! But how about those such as myself who have used the great HOLLISTER-FASCITAR to explore the Purgatory, meet the great COINS and COILS, and much more? Christians insist this is all just a powerful illusion, no different than taking LSD or some other powerful hallucinogenic or psychotropic drug. They say that my memories are all a bunch of SATANIC delusions. The psych industry would tell me that I am a totally insane nut job who needs to be in a padded cell of a psych ward. I say in all honesty, that MAYBE I AM RIGHT and have indeed seen all these things, and also that I am not imagining how LIGHTNING seems to love me and wish to communicate with me, BUT in all fairness to truth, how can anyone know what is fake or real, as with sufficient trickery and wizardry, all things can be faked and bullshitted, and we all know it! So this is what I will be exploring for some time now, people! This won't be some short shit that lasts for a month or so, as there is enough meat to gnaw on here for years, and I have all sorts of arguments on both sides, to support as well as dismiss my entire MORIANITY, and just as with Christianity, other of my fellow Earth-planet citizens will eventually judge me and judge my Morianity for themselves.









So let's keep this every bit as real as Sir Bob Schleigh would want me to back in 1981 at the MAFCO GATEHOUSE. If this incredible ocean liner lifting teen queen, lives in HER GREAT CITY of Sahasra Dal Kanwal (CITY of the great SARAH KRASSLE); and this has all been happening with me since the middle nineties, AS WELL AS ITS ORIGINAL CONNECTING ROOTS BACK IN THE MIDDLE AND LATE NINETEEN-SIXTIES; and all these GAMES were going to endlessly befall humanity forever and ever just as Mountainpen's Morianity claims is all real and true; AND THE DAMN WORLD POWERS HAVE COME TO KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS, IF BY NO OTHER MEANS OTHER THAN BUGGING AND HACKING INTO MY ENTIRE LIFE, FOR A HALF CENTURY OR SO NOW; would they NAUT go to these unfathomably incredible mind bending lengths, measures, and levels; TO KEEP IT MAJOR ASS ALL COVERED UP ON PAIN OF TORTURE AND DEATH, FOR CRYING OUT MOTHER FUCKING LOUD???????????? Hey yo, just maybe it is possible that the MILITUFORCE (Earthly chaptered Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-plane), is in full truth the kindest and greatest group of human martyrs that ever walked fucking upright on this EARTH-PLANET!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know, I am just posing alternate possibilities and theories. Hey be real people for crissake, IF you could somehow absolutely find out beyond any doubt at all, that all of these claims of Morianity are real and true in the next 24 hours; would YOU NOT JUMP OFF OF A FUCKING CLIFF, or “beg for the rocks aroubnd you to fall down upon you”, to quote the CHRISTIAN HOLY WORDS (scriptures)????????? Think about it; give it some damn ass serious cogitation, me' folks!









So looking at the Astral-Plane COINS & COILS in all of this, or (the gods), I am clueless to why some come here in UFO's while others came here as CRYSTALS to create the eventual global usage of ELECTRONICS. Every single thing electronic works because of these things, from transistors to computer chips, to every and anything at all. Now what runs through electronics so that IT ALL SPRINGS INTO LIFE? Gee golly gash darn it, could it possibly be ELECTRONS? OH DIANA, just YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY is all of this going on me' lovely LIGHTNING, and me beautiful number 27? Your LITTLE BOY sure would love to have some damn answers to thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, yo!!!!!!!!!!













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“Okay” Sir Latengrate John Atlantic City King your HIGHNESS; and 'daut-Paula' who has perhaps been taken over and MC'd, by some hyperspace DOPPELGANGER 'other' non-Harrah Casino 'version of her'; my proofs need naut always get into really complicated bullshit with virtually endless algebraic equations and interrelated geometric formulas, all stretching off their large collegian blackboards; and here is a 'WEELWEE FANTASTIC EXAMPLE' of just how 'simple' both that Colorado Resident and Latengrate Organizational Big Brother, Mister John Henningsen, and I, and no Mike Soft, NAUT android0.9; but how John and I can be heredahelda and BE HERE! Just simply examine the facts on this little STATS PAGE. To prove how either I am being intentionally screwed with continually by the POWER STRUCTURE OWNERS OF THE INTERNETExplorer0.6 AND THE INTERNET, just look at the facts. How can I have only 103 page-views on my blog as shown on this date of 7 January for YESTERDAY'S display, and then we examine YESTERDAY'S display as the current day but use the STATS SHOWN BACK YESTERDAY, January 6? It does not compute. If this is not intentional jiving, then what is it all about? Is it all a part of the great surreal GASME GODS GAMES, or is the mighty GOOGLE just a big flawed thirty dollar fly by night computer mom and pop company? Well, we all know that's not true, don't we, yo? So fine, then one of you fucking geniuses tell me just WHAT THE DOGTOWN IS GOING ON HERE, how about it? Just to make it easy, I will display this back to back for simple and easy viewing. So if someone ever wishes to comment and provide me with a logical rational reason for this obvious SCREW UP, then go right ahead, yo! It's all right here!!!

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SO TO QUOTE MANY GREAT AND LOVELY SAVANTS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, MISTER 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF', “THE END”!







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I will now DATE the words shown on the STATS PAGE to correspond to the terms printed, 'page-views today' verses 'page-views yesterday'.















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So why then do I have a showing of only 103 views when the same STATS show that I had 171 views??? This is all a part of why I claim “unfair internet and business practices!!!







Here comes the (`~HACK), and I've not seen that one for some damn time now,Senator Bernie Sir!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



























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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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!!!!!!!!

































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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.





































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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 3,410 ROBINS, OR THEIR ENDLESS STUPID TWEET-TWEET-TWEETS, OR THE BLUEBIRDS, OR THE GREAT 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 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 alive to help me at all, or that cares ONE MOTHER FUCKING TINY 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 ASSAULTS 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 T.D. 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!!!!!!!!











I damn knew that something was up, when I climbed out of bed, and couldn't quite reach the toilet without making a fucking mess 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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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!!!!!!!!!!







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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.










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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!!!!!!!!!!!




















































































































































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PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

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BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

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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,



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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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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'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























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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.





































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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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