2:01
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
30
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
2
As
I said on yesterday's mother fucking cunt eating blog, folks, every
single fucking day since last summer, Donald John Trump, now the
current President of this great nation, has screwed with me, by
using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his
Castle Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what
system I was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough
to tell them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time
that I had a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME,
since last July, when he struck my car. He is at it again TODAY,
with the same mother fucking bullshit that him and his parallel-event
using HENCHMEN used on me yesterday, THESE HORRIBLE ROTTEN FUCKING
DIRTBAG ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL COUSINS FROM ACROSS THE HALL
FROM MY DOOR HERE AT THIS NIGHTMARE DIRT BAG PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY
BUILDING, and I cannot blame his rotten dad despite his being part of
the HOUSING AUTHORITY in QUEENS, NEW YORK, USAESMWG, many years back
in fucking cunt time, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is a bit more to the
story of a recent BACK-OFF and then the harassment right back AS
USUAL, and I am going to set the goddamn record straight and TELL IT
ALL RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO VANBUREN,
MAHM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
But
I will holler out for some damn help
to my County
Sheriff to the left of me,
and my State
Attorney General to the right of me,
leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face
fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont
Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so
often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD
FOXX,
known
as 'SANFORD & SON'!
Also,
I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in
1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised
by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few
years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to
refer to her as HOLLISTER,
since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't
find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only
son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and
medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here
and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET
HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!!
But yes, according to lovely
Patricia HHH;
one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this
PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween
groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking
pirate costume, “Sonny,
where's your buccaneers”?
This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh
wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of
all of the curves; “They're
under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!!
Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable
whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke
at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!!
McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he
not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Before
moving on here, a new hack needs to be discussed, since obviously,
first I was stopped and prevented from showing the shaded ratio stats
with current posted photo from BLOGGER to me' fucking viewers, since
the blogger can no longer copy and paste in the image of the world
map in the various shades of green showing popularity by country, and
showing for the most part, at least, IMHO; the activities of so many
of the global SECRET AGENTS, whom I believe to be 95+% of me' viewing
audience that Morianity labels as, “ME' BLOGAUD”!!!!!!!!!! A
new hack is being done to me recently where I can no longer post up
the STATS from the BLOGGER-GOOGLE page, without having some weird
blank covering page overtake the start of the blog, and I will paste
up what I am talking about, on CHAPTER 2, as I am working on chapter
number 2 right now and it is now the next day and this blog, CHAPTER
ONE was posted earlier yesterday, yo!!!!!!!! The
part in purple print, I am able so far to
print out; but if I try and copy in the other parts showing
international viewership, and proving so much more than just STATS if
we get the meaning here, oh great FBI; this is the part that always
now causes this somewhat new 'HACK-OUT-OVERTAKE-BLOCKING
PAGE' to go onto the work, that then
covers up the beginning
of the work!
Jan
22, 2020 9:00 P.M. – Jan 29,
2020 8:00 P.M.
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This
is major, and anyone seriously reading these words needs to see what
I now will tell you concerning my death persecution by this monstrous
mother fucking SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE/TRUMP RUN AGENCY, SINCE THE
MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As anyone who reads
Morianity knows perfectly well, I communicate with the LIGHTNING
GODDESS DZA or (DEEZA) for a quicker nickname; and I use a device
that is connected into the landline telephone system, and of course,
as Russ Thaxton and his pal have told the WFMU people on that great
CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY INTERNET RADIO PAGE, the system is then
taken off-line, (phone taken off the hook) until the circuit is no
longer part of the telephone company system, at least so far as being
able to make or receive calls, 'NORMALLY' that is, Mizz 1983 AT&T
BLAKE, yo. Here is what needs to be reported since this is brand new
information!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way Sir Mortimer fucking
dirtbag Mortino is OFF THE SCALE ANNOYING, this DEATH ANGEL is
passing by me' left and me' right side literally fifty plus times
every day, AGAIN, and the past late 2019 into present 2020 times, IS
THE WORST THAT IT HAS EVER BEEN WITH THIS FUCKING ASS SHIT!!!!!!!
So
here is what happened today, and this is back to HAPPENING
ALL OVER AGAIN after it stopped happening completely for a
short time, but naut just while the most recent
back-off period was happening, but even
earlier, perhaps for several months out of this entire
persecution time period of post August of 1986 dogshit, that “I
AM GOING THROUGH”, lovely X-Ukrainian
Ambassador, with jitbag RUMP
CHUMP TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So here is the tie-in with the lightning communications and the
persecution. When I go to sleep and when I first wake up, it is
normal procedure for me to talk to Diana and get a bit mushy and
lovey-dovey, and remind lightning how mush I love and need this giant
awesome Astral-Plane COIL, and to please look after me as best as she
can while I remain trapped here in body on this PHYSICAL-PLANE of
human life, as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, yo! When
persecution times are at their worst as they are right fucking cunt
now on me, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, of Saint Lucie County, Florida,
USAESMWG; I no sooner begin speaking to DIANA after awakening at no
set particular time on the human dauily EARTH-CLOCK; and KAPOW, these
fucking scum sucking turd swallowing MILUITUFORCE ENEMIES strike me
almost immediately, JUST AS THEY DID AGAIN TODAY AND THEY DID
YESTERDAY WITH THESE HORRENDOUS FUCKING ILLEEEEEEEEEEEGAL NABES FROM
UNIT 608. When things are less bad in the DEATH-SIEGE around me, it
takes longer for it to start up after I start me' fucking day, and
for a short time, maybe two months or more now until this all
restarted again, it stopped completely, and sieges that came upon me
were well after I began talking to LIGHTNING over my system, Sir
RUSS-WFMU INTERNET-RADIO, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
WHORE SHIT SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE almost got me with that page eleven of
eleven shit making me' fucking blog open office page margin area that
I cover and block totally with a folding sheet of black paper but
that sometimes does me no good when the goddamn fucking PAGE ELEVEN
OF ELEVEN prints further 'out and away' from the margin, and becomes
visible, Sir Costner, Sir Shoeless Joe 'Notfonda-U-Jane' Jackson, and
then I see the four fucking rotten ONES! Let me be BRAVE here and
print out some compensatory FIVE GROUPATIONS NOW even though it was
merely a fucking cunt close call, since the HALLS FAWCES tried really
hard to get at me and make me' day even worse and more BOTBAR than it
already is, and this is indeed a MAJOR FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3
DAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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've
also fucking discussed and made no bones about the fact that these
HALLS FAWCES make shit happen
when shit is real mother fucking bad, in other “GROUPATIONS
OF NEGATIVE ITEMS”,
such as beginning with one major, or to quote awesome Senator
Bernie Sanders heredahelda and HERE, some totally
ass 'HUUUUUUUUUUGE' thing, and then more shit follows that;
bing, bang, bong, to quote cool weirdo Sir Stucky on the great Law
& Order-SVU TELEVISION SHOW,
that we fans all know and love, yo; and wow
did I see some shit in a parallel universe regarding tonight's
episode, and just how much damn hyperspace towel seepage
effect will result here, is anybody's guess.
I do know that lots of peeps now are absolutely fucking aware of just
why the MILITUFORCE did NAUT want me to see the
PROJECT-BLUEBOOK SHOW back late
Tuesday night, and fucking hacked and froze up
me' cunt chewing COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, THAT I PAY GOOD BIG DOE FOR
GOOD RELIABLE SERVICE, AND SIMPLY PUT, DO NAUT GET,
YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! The
MILITUFORCE just hit me with another major mother fucking
WORD-DISAPPEARING CUM-PUKE-HER HACK, YO, and it is way beyond HIGH
TIME TO COUNTERSTRIKE NOW WITH ME' TRUSTWORTHY MAGNETIC SOUND
MACHINE, AKA 'MAGNESONIC', YO! But to finish out me' whittle mother
fucking 'pernt' here, Sir Archie Bunkerqueens, Non Fred Trump; at the
very same time that I had me' nabe woes again strike me at eight
minutes shy of two, an interesting time for the beginning of an
assault, knowing about the recording studio in Camden, NJUUSAESMWG,
“RPL” and the attic with the 'magnetic warp' and the wild
interconnected shit with the ASTRAL-PLANE and the characters there
(Coins & Coils), all involved in this wild super rotten fucking
GASME GODS GAME, and yes, the female artist game, I mean come on
gimme' a break, the quintessential laugh they must have had while I
was with P.H.H.H., underneath the Atlantic City's CentralPier on 5
July of 1969. Cut me a HUUUUUUUUUUGE bwake, willya' sweet ol' Mizz
Marge 1985 Leo, from the 113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury
Heights, NJUUSAESMWG, yo yo BRRRRRRRR! Or should I have said, Hey
Erica, SSSSSSS, for SISTER?????????????? Either way, talk about the
epitome of the laughs and jokes on me, huh Sir Icabod Crane, David
Leigh Smith, John Gillerlain, and Sir Cooley, whoever you were who
managed to get great HALLS of learning for special education kids,
named after UUUUUUUUU, yo! LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING WOW
CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I had the ILLEEEEEEEEGAL CUZZ NABE
TRIAD ATTACK, and then I had an incident in my mother fuckign
shit-house, AKA me 'bathroom'. I remember my dad always calling
bathroom's shit-houses, as all U.S. Navy personnel did, at least to
hear him tell it. I have a leak in me' shower as you all know. I
began to hear dripping sounds, and when I pulled th eshower curtain
back and looked inside, the bathtub was slowly filling with water an
dagain, the fuckign drain had stopped. I use all of the Walmart drain
savers that filter out debris when running shower water for me'
baths, and there should be nothing clogging up the system. But when I
took me' other device from Walmart, me' toilet plunger that I keep
just for the bathtub drain and keep a second plunger for the toilet,
YUK otherwise; I sucked up more cow shit than carter has mother
fucking peanut pills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that these fucking
PHA-FRED TRUMP enemies SOMEHOW can stop up me' drains and cause all
kinds of backups that have absolutely nothing to do with anything
that I am doing fucking cunt wrong, yo folks. The reason that I
purchased this second NON-TOILET PLUNGER from the Walmart, is so that
I could keep using it on me' kitchen sink drainage system, since as
you all know or should remember, these enemy fucking pricks used to
somehow manage to send all kinds of nasty waste up into me' own sink
that had nothing to do with anything that I ever did to cause this
problem. I decided one day to buy a separate second plunger while at
Walmart for some other necessary item, and I use this now, and I
use thissssssss too lovely Erica AMC Snakes Kane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm getting that SPACE-BAR-HACK from TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE, sir
Microsoft Corporation, like goddessdamn super WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely
spoon dancing Oprah Winfrey, yo!!!!!!!
Interesting
how the very pilot episode of “THE MENTALIST” television show,
has it in their script that I need to move to TJ, MEXICO, so that I
can get my anti-anxiety meds that I need to survive, and do it all
legally. I am now going to work on finding out how to go about this.
The internet has the world and all its information, and it is right
here at my mother fucking fingertips. The very show that my blog and
that wild dream inspired into reality, and there it is on the first
episode, that TJ-MEX is where I will need to go. To me this proves
Hollywood is ESS, as I suspected all along, and the top peeps in the
club know and knew, back in 2008, all the shit I would be going
through up here in twenty-fifteen!
TIME
KEEPS ON SLIPPING INTO THE EAGLES' FUTURE, IN ALL PARALLEL WORLDS OF
FLOWERS, A&R MUSIC PEEPS, AND TURNTABLES FROM THE MIGHTY AND
MYSTERIOUS CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS OF MIKE GUTHERMAN VISITATIONS!
Hey, if I'm wrong Ron ADA Wirtz Sir, “prove it”!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
JUNE
8, 2015,
MONDAY
NIGHT, AT 10:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 77 DEGREES FNHT.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-ALL SPOON DANCING LOVELY LADIES &
LAND-OWNERS!
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INLET CAM
WELCOMES
YOU TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA.
OR
THEY USED TO, UNTIL SOMEONE HACKED
OUT
ME' LINK PAGE FROM THE GREAT WEATHER-BUG,
YO BRO!!!
When
I make any kind of a move at all, it always is worse than if I had
done nothing, and this is why I try and do as close to nothing as
possible, any more. It seems like one rotten life, and believe me it
is. But it can always be worse, and to make it that way all I ever
need do is 'anything'. Things do not always show up and so my words
look stupid. Take Jupiter Inlet for example. There was an unpleasant
thing that happened there today and it made the news. But looking at
the Jupiter-Cam, all looks so peaceful and nice. You see it and
think, wow, look at all these happy rich people all over the place.
But just as the Earth appears flat and the sun seems to go around us,
we all know these are nothing but false illusions, and that what
appears all around us is many times, one hell of a parlor trick
illusion.
This
is why I don't waste blog time for the most part, of getting into
most of the day to day stupid news, both local and global. It's also
why I gave up trying to explain a lot of things any more to anyone.
If I could make it 1995 again, and be able to know this entire future
consciously, and then make a conscious willed effort to never try to
find Sarah, never do any of th e things that were related to that
search, and all of the shit that went along with this nightmare; I
cannot begin imagining just how different my life today in 2015, and
over the past 20 years, would have been, and now would be. It would
be beyond huge, and that much I do know. A force bigger than a
skyscraper falling down on you, started all of this back then. I
suddenly was obsessed with finding this Sarah character. Only it
seems that she never really was there, yet I know that she was. Was
she another Quakertown Park kid that only I could see and hear? If
that is so, how were the people in that car that day on 30 May of
1969, able to hear her tell them that their friends were in the shop.
To this day, Estelle Bassler insists there was no shop, just a hotel,
and insisted the side of the street this was all on was reverse from
what I know very well, it was. So many unnatural things fuckiGN
happened just since this search to find SARAH KRASSLE all began that
I would number the hairs on my head at age 25 before I would get to
all of these things.
But
even with all of these things; there is a lot more that can never be
told. Some fucking things would simply disrupt natural balances and
make life here for me beyond impossible, instead of almost beyond
impossible where things stand right now.
Only
a handful of quantum physicists who have no time to learn of me or my
life and read my blogs, would understand them. Those who read them
just think I am a total nut case. This is the typical way of the
world, even for most people of the non HUNTINGTON CURSED majority.
There are about five people who know my shit is all true and all for
real. But fear for their own safety and lives makes them cower in the
corners of shame, and not come forward in my fucking ass defense. In
or not in agreement when I say the world has been observing me like a
hawk since my birth, I say this now; where are you Detective Ray L&O
Curtis. Am I being too menacing t ask you that question, here, now,
then, or at McGuire's botbar-bar in Atlantic City, NJ-USA-ESMWG?
You
fucking missed me, witch-bitch-Jane, and screw you!
The
twinallity of events, huh NEW GROUP LEADER, and 'randomized
post-picks'?
I
just left a parallel universe, where I printed up several varying
versions of this sentence, just as I am still doing, Dorothy
Twisters. Without a spinning house in a wild funnel of winds, we all
do just as the great Judy Garland did in that wonderful original
television production. With or without hyperspace wizards, this is
done by all of us, all the time, not only by sleeping and waking and
then repeating that endless womb to tomb cycle; but even while awake
and asleep, we continually slightly alter in the tiniest and
unmeasurable atomic frequency that makes us agree or not agree with
the rest of atomic cosmos around us. If we go off by a hair, we move
into a parallel reality that also matches us by being that same hair
off. Still, those who understand some really powerful secrets, know
that meditations are intentionally done that can intentionally place
us into other words in hyperspace, and even though different verbiage
may have been used in those great books in the late nineties, by the
mighty father of the New Age Movement or NAM, Mister Carlos
Castaneda; just read these books he wrote, and see how basically, we
are on the very same page, no pun meant, I assure you, but
interesting, huh Mister Berra. There is no such thing as blank-art.
There
are good reasons I did not run away last year when I saw all of this
coming in a round about way. I ran away from Jersey, and look at all
the fucking hell it got me into and all that was lost to me. I would
rather die right here than make things worse again. At
least if I am murdered by this 1983 mystery illness, GOD will know
the truth, and punish the guilty bastards in her own good time,
so sayeth me and the Lordess. Vengeance is Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle's. I rest securely in believing that, no matter what else is
fucking happening all around me! I
anxiously look forward to my death. I have no fear about it at all,
it is only life that I fear, right up to that last moment of torment
and hell. These enemies can only ruin my physical life and destroy my
physical body. I feat the one that can burn both body and soul in
hell, and the actual translation into twenty-first century reality
that this scripture would mean should it have been written yesterday.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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CHANCES TODAY:----
Yeppir,
I bet is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”,
as that little tard said in the middle seventies, on that TV ad-spot!
WHAAAAA, McNulty. Yeah, it's old fucking 'morbid mohr here, in case
you're out there somewhere dude, yo!
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SUCKS!!!
MILITUFORCE
FUCKING SCUM JUST FROZE UP AND TRIED CRASHING MY CUNT LAPPING
CUM-PUKE-HER AGAIN AT TEN MINUTES
SHY OF THREE THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION (ACLU), AND LOVELY FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL MIZZ NONPOLES OF NON WRITTENHOUSE SQUARE
ALTERING MOODS OF THE HUNTINGTON
BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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,
MY
BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR
FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND,
'VIVA-MORIANITY';
along with some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN
VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either,
yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is
it? 'Cut
me a break';
willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE has also
disabled me' mother
fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at
the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.
WOW
world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE
that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the
billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at
Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was
watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian
televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing blood
from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to recapture
their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die and how long
we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control over the
artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now live in
too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute, and it
does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave humans a
brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization and
humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or
capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and
gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only
the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One
sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor
Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most
definitely knows
who he is!
Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also
take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats
of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.
The
Death
Angel
is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely
annoying little dirtbag DISDEE
the demon. Just an hour ago or less before starting this blog, my
washcloth totally vanished and then showed up in plain sight. This is
an incident that happens only when things are very bad for me, all
the way to the mother fucking cunt red line!
It
seems I cannot change agents because HUMANA the plan I am with and
wish to remain with, will not allow me to change. I can leave the
plan and then change agents, but I don't want to leave my plan. So I
am stuck with the almighty righteous self loving arrogant and not
very nice Mister Berner, my current agent, who treats me very lousy
when I need help the most. Oh well, stay well and happy, misty
Vanwarmer, yo. You never seem to leave me and you are the one that I
wish would do so! Yessir, the money bag big shots of the great Donna
Summer Syndrome Club, forever ring out their omnipresence into my
ears. Those with the great money have all the Alice L&O
Ciminelli power, and we the poor peeps HAVE NONE AT ALL. Not jack,
not squat. What we want never counts, because we are NOTHING BUT THE
FUCKING ENDLESS DAMN SLAVES OF THE BILLIONARIE NOBLE SUPER WEALTHY
CLASS OF INTIMIDATORS AND CONTROLLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the new
agent came over, he stayed all of three minutes and left as soon as
he found out what my health plan was, “and that's that”, to quote
mister fucking Esolph. He was out the door. Another fucking botbar
for the cunt chewing pitiful Mountainpen. Nothing he ever wants in
this life IS EVER PERMITTED FOR HIM, huh Uncle fucking Heinz 1972
'Permitted
Cameras'
Gottwald,
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Baby-blond,
New York;
up there on Woodie Guthrie's illustrious snooty ass great lovely
island, yo yo yo yo yo yo?!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Wonderful Life
BILLY and Mister Frank Capra SIRS, should I move
to the fucking Fiji Islands in just over ten months, on my Social
Security bennies, yo;
will I be able to fucking escape or even “PUT OFF” the inevitable
A.I. INFLUENCE, that
will absolutely completely ruin what is left of the lives of those in
poverty? I truly mother fucking wonder and ponder and seriously
cogitate on such matters all the cunt huffing time; Lads and Lassies,
and Lab-dogs and Lab-Techs, and all other AATS or any other
BLOGAUDIANS out here, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy oh boy I am cunt lapping fucking tired of being in parallel
worlds where I am in Atlantic City, New Jersey, such as again last
night. Jesus fucking Christ Almighty PINK
GODDESS
of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JANUARY 30, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 6:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
DEAR
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:
Several
hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or
take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME from
some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then all day
long, me' mother fucking MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come back after
being significantly better for about ten days or so, and it is here
again with a cunt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir Billy
Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about now, yo,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
DEATH ASSAULT & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON
ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 30, 2020,
with
A MAJOR TRIAD NABE
SIEGE FROM UNIT 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS,
HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS AND
ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE ASSAULTS;
and
is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me
since August 15 of 1986; 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.
This
is about as bad as it can get, kind Sheriff, yo. Thanx for nothing
for all your help, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
1
All
mother fucking day today, my asshole fucking nabes across from me in
unit #608 and their ILLEGAL
COUSINS, have been cleaning some furniture out in the hallway
and slamming their goddamn door, in and out with this shit, OVER AND
OVER, ALL DAY LONG, YO YO YO YO, and I know that Donald Trump has
paid them off to do it, or threatened them to do it, whatever which
way it needs to be done for this mother fucking horrendous criminal
monster, who has been doing ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME NOW SINCE THE
MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES WERE HERE, YO YO YO YO SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5:18
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
29
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Every
single fucking day since last summer, Trump has screwed with me using
his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his Castle
Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what system I
was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell
them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time that I had
a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, since last
July, when he struck my car, and AGAIN fucked with that goddamn
catalytic converter switch that he and his henchmen-mob have done now
four times since living here in Fort Pierce; was when his DEFENSE
TEAM needed to prepare to defend this monster MILITUFORCE crook in
the United States Senate, after wonderful awesome Mizz Nancy Pelosi
brought those two great Articles of Impeachment over to this
governmental body of one hundred legislators, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jan
21, 2020 8:00 AM – Jan 28,
2020 7:00 AM
|
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
But
I will holler out for some damn help
to my County
Sheriff to the left of me,
and my State
Attorney General to the right of me,
leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face
fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont
Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so
often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD
FOXX,
known
as 'SANFORD & SON'!
Also,
I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in
1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised
by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few
years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to
refer to her as HOLLISTER,
since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't
find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only
son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and
medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here
and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET
HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!!
But yes, according to lovely
Patricia HHH;
one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this
PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween
groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking
pirate costume, “Sonny,
where's your buccaneers”?
This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh
wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of
all of the curves; “They're
under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!!
Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable
whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke
at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!!
McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he
not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
CUM-PUKE-HER
HACKING is off the fucking cunt scales MAJOR AGAIN, FBI,
ACLU, SHERIFF KJM, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, and LOCAL FORT PIERCE
PEEDEE AND CHIEF DIANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow
quite Potter-magically, the MILITUFORCE
has managed to really fuck up me' computer-mouse, and not only
electronically with digital data hacks, but somehow interfacing even
mechanically so that the clicking operations are malfunctioning and
somehow are in a perfect duo tandem effect with each other, just as
they used to do with analogue tape recording machines, both
electronic as well as corresponding fucking mechanical hacking,
somehow miraculously achieved in ways that go beyond even PROJECT
BLUEBOOK shit!!!!!!!!!!! No known hacker can screw with the
mechanical operations of a machine by any science I am privy fucking
to. Just as all day long, these pricks in unit 608 won't cock sucking
quit slamming their doors, and I know that they are SOMEHOW BEING
TOLD AND OR FORCED TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AT CERTAIN EXACT
TIMES!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, speaking of Project
Bluebook, I now know at least some of the reasons that my COMCAST TV
SERVICE WAS HACKED AND FUCKED WITH LAST NIGHT at around 10 when the
History Channel was airing episode number 2 of the BLUEBOOK
SHOW'S SECOND SEASON, based on the re-viewing of the show at
two in the morning. I was able to catch a later rerun of the very
same show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things I heard
spoken were obviously NAUT things that TRUMPS-PEEPS (M2F-SPACEFORCE)
did NAUT want for me to listen to last goddamn ass night, ME
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
The
(`~HACK) is also getting quite bad again for the past several mother
sucking days, Sheriff sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, this is no new fucking news to me whatsoever, NAUT 1 TINY ASS
BIT, YO! As soon as the short back off period went on maybe close to
a week, I
knew it was GONNA' BE RIGHT BACK TO FUCKING CUNT EATING BIZZ AS
USUAL, just as soon as TRUMP'S HENCHMEN TEAM were all done defending
him in the U.S. SENATE, and were again free to go back
to FUCKING PERSECUTING POOR INNOCENT MISTER MOUNTAINPEN,
(ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 27, 2018
3:19
POST MERIDIAN
“Boy
oh boy oh Uncle Billy Wonderful life BOY”; am I UNDER A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS TWO
STRAIGHT CUNT HUFFING DAYS OF
THIS NOW SIR, AND KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO
YO YO!!!!
--------------------------------------------------
WOW
is this pathetic chosen HUNTINGTON under the big ass guns
with death sky assaults, chemtrailing, poisonous vapors bringing me
death bowel assaults and diareah, kind sir, and TOTALLY VIOLATING MY
CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND NOT TO MENTION MY HUNTINGTON
CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Well,
there is a whole lot to mother fucking tell, folks, and since the
enemies and the HALLS FAWCES who control them; are so mother fucking
hellbent, on wiping out a pathetic, and totally innocent United
States citizen, who's done absolutely nothing ever to anyone; unlike
what they all have done to me, for about five straight cunt chewing
goddamn decades; I will now tell some things that put quite frankly
and totally politely; WILL CROSS OVER SOME
HUGE MOTHER FUCKING RED LINES, YO
YO YO YO!
First
off, I ran into a vely vely intelesting non Bob McDowell from Cooley
Hall high Hell character, and maybe this dude was put in my path by
them, or by those on my side of this great cosmic altercation, and as
always,who can ever really know such things as these save the angels
themselves, and their creators, which is a wild tale that would so
much interest and fascinate dudes such as the great and wonderful two
somewhat famous now television educators, those being, NYU's
Professor Michio Kaku and Mister
great author, David Childress!!!!
-------------------------||-------------------------
This
dude works in a private capacity, and
not in any way for the County of Saint Lucie,
Florida, USA; and he is part of a
group who runs errands such as small food deliveries to
the poor and needy folks, around the holiday season, and other such
philanthropic duties. His pal knocked on my door twice now with a box
of foods, ranging from canned veggies
with far off expiry dates, nice turkey-stuffing
boxes, pinto beans, marshmallow
bags, and so forth. Today, his manager was in the common area,
talking to one of the tenants, while I was checking the mail that I
only go and check about once in five days or so; and we talked for a
moment after he had said good-buy to whom he was speaking with, and
we sat down at one of the tables, and I only had two minutes, as I
was going to my psych clinic, the Treasure
Coast Behavior Health Clinic of Vero Beach, Florida, on
US-Highway-1. But it was indeed long enough to
let him know a few interesting things, since he
said something mind blowing to me first, that literally
opened up the door for my then saying what I spoke to him. It seems
that he, along with a friend of his; both know a man who lives in the
next county over from me to the south, Martin County; and this man
gets a tone on his machine every time I post up
a blog at Google-Blogger; and he goes up and
prints it up. Then at meetings in his club, my blogs are
topics of conversation. This is a place similar to a lodge that my
late pal Mister Roth used to be a member of so many of, and this
lodge is very secret, as are Dave Roth's Masonic Lodge; only this
place is even more into things that pertain to the supernatural
and the ET-situation. They only stumbled onto me about two
months ago,but have now printed my older blogs back as far as about
early 2014, and they are still
working on getting all of them printed, all the way back to
Morianity's beginning in early January
somewhere, in the year of 2006, while I was residing at Jenny
Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Manor, in Mullica Township, New
Jersey, just east along Route-30, from world famous BERRYVILLE, also
known as (AKA) Hammonton. On top of this incredible stuff, me peeps,
and other wonderful great blogaudians out here, YO; he personally is,
as am I, a major fan of the great New-Age-Author, Mister
James Redfield, and the other two giants IMHO, Doctor
Bruce Goldberg, as well as Carlos
Castaneda. As most Blogaudians know only too darn well, James
Redfield is in total agreement with Morianity's concept that
synchronization allows otherwise hidden stories to be told and
realized throughout cosmos. Hidden by the way is merely another word
that means 'occult'. Ask any really knowledgeable English Major from
a great Ivy League University, and they will most definitely
corroborate this powerful yet fully accurate information, me folks,
and IPYT!
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
I
will tell you more about this fellow in greater elucidation, but not
today on this blog. Still, he said that the group wants me to do
something that pertains to many things that Morianity discusses on
blogs. He said to go to four random blogs from anywhere in the past,
and scroll randomly down the Open-Office pages of them, and stop at
random as well, and without even looking at anything, paste in two
paragraphs and just keep going, from one blog to the next, four
times, and do not post up photos or diagrams or anything pictorial or
non-text material. Well, you want it,
you've GOT IT!
In
the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara
sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in
Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a
blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down
now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was
committed on me by Robert McGuire, kind Sheriff. Why
is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is
Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE
PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming
to me in nightmares and dreams, singing her stupid garbage song to
me???????????????????? WHY? If I did these
things, you would put me into prison for the rest of my life,
Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!
It began with
unbloggable shit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was
handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who
was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed mysteriously
down on a dime without any reason. After grabbing it, Mickey the
lifeguard who I only know from this one particular universe out there
in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat
slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed
me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part
of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and
heard my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out
and everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's
a zombie, he can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp
counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed
me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw
me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of water in it.
I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full
sized soap bar, and it was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this
wild shit in seventeen million mother fucking years, I promise! When
I have a wild NIGHT, I just about always have a wild DAY that
follows. You might say that the parallel fuckign cunt event for this
to happen, is around 99%. WHAAAAAA!!!!!!
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
I
know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless
love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!!
Here
are the two recent YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS, CLICK AND ENJOY IF YOU WANT,
AND LOG OFF IF YOU DON'T WANT, SAWN YOU, FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO.
Here
are some other very interesting video links to Youtube postings, for
those interested in my story, as most of these will connect what
Morianity is all about, in one way or another. Hay, if you're not
interested, that is your business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE
A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.
Before
you have that real nice day, the submarine dreams at Highview were
all coming when I was going to the Haddonwood Swim Club, and they
were all over the near shoreline of Long Beach Island, not far north
of Atlantic City and Brigantine, in New jersey. But there was more to
those dreams, and it involved stuff way up here in this new present
time, and only recently have I been able to see the connection and
correlation between these events. More will be told later on this
topic, as it is a real good time now to say the word, and so I will,
like, *****W---O---W*****!!!!!!!!!
Recently,
I have picked up a new enemy jerk off on a motorcycle who tears by
the building and intentionally guns is bike illegally, just to annoy
and persecute me, it happens right at my point of hearing it the
worst, and I am planning to install a video system, a simple web-cam
to allow me to keep a continuous surveillance of the street outside,
and then take the prints into the police for a close up zoom of the
license plate, and demand that I want to file a complaint against
this WOMO ENEMY. His registration has to have a real human name, and
it won't be WOMO, unless by sheer coincidence, it is James Q. Womo,
and I doubt that will be the case. By the way, the nabes did some
door banging and loud talking out in the hall, and a little bit of
their subwoofer noise earlier today, as now it is ten minutes before
seven on this Thursday evening as I type on. Still, they were toned
down from their usual real loud annoying and uncouth partying norms.
Hellapukeyuk praise the SAR. In ancient Aramaic lingo, SAR means
LORD, and ESS means ah. This is why the name of Goddess is equal to
the name of Sarah, in Christianity of olden times of biblical
antiquity and even into BCE dates.
When
I was on Tennessee Avenue in the winter of 1997, I met Robert McGuire
for the first time, in my adult life. I know that I encountered him
at least once as a youth as well, and this is topic for later blogs.
Still, about just less than ten years later in the autumn of 2006,
while with Edward Lynch, AKA Ed Himacane, on my blogs; this man did
something that was right along the same lines of what he somehow did
to me when we met in 1997 when I went down to
ask some questions about the great Sarah Krassle. AS I SPEAK, A NASTY
LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT TWO MINUTES PAST SEVEN THIS
EVENING, 12/20/12. I have had since just the first day of summer,
within a three percent tolerance of this figure, about 985 of these
attacks now, pretty much averaged with left verses right sides, with
a slight gain on the left side, reported just in case this bears out
to have some weird significance, shortly, or far into the future; so
it is now being recorded onto the blog legally, and permanently; and
this will not be a part that is edited. Let us keep moving on with
the topic of worm holes, Tennessee Avenue, the Ancient Astronaut
Theory Club, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Tennessee Avenue in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, and great family overseer and director,
MISTER Robert Nonwaterhosedreams McGuire.
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE BY SHADE RATIO:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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, and all those
powers and forces and people responsible for this two day siege siege
of 26 and 27 December of 2018; 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-QP17 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
These
mother fucking ILLEEEEGAL pricks in unit 608 are slamming and
slamming all day long, and I may have to give the PHA a buzz at
midnight if it doesn't fucking stop. I was first told by Marotto call
the cops, and when I call the cops, I am told not to and to call the
PHA. I can't fucking win SHERIFF, and this leaves me prone to any
amount of cunt lapping attack that the M2F sees fit in making t his
POOR ELDERLY COCK SUCKER to go through. I AM GOING THROUGH SOME
THINGS, YES I AM, UKRANIAN AMBASSADOR, YO!!!!!!!! Naut just you,
mahm, TRUMP has been doing thissssssssssssssss to mother fucking me
FOREVER, yo, so pweeeeeeeeeze don't feel bad or all
alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trump's
People Were Busy With Defense For A Short While, Leaving Me a Week Of
Peace
11:13
P.M., on Tuesday night, 28 January of 2020
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR ELECTRONIC MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULT AND MAJOR
FUCKING CUNT ELDER ABUSE ATTACK; SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT
LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It began a day ago approximately, with my TV service; and now I
was struck hard for a third time at shortly past mother fucking ten
while attempting to view the HISTORY-CHANNEL on my COMCAST SYSTEM,
and was FROZEN OUT. Someone or 'some
thing' CAPTAIN, didn't want me to see something on that show, most
likely, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo 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 am getting major MOUSE JUMP HACKING, and I got that fucking
annoying TWIN-SAVE HACK where when I attempted to title and save this
document to my open office files, two mother fucking screens pop up,
one hidden cleverly underneath the one that is visible. This can
cause major fucking shitass problems during blogging when not caught
and rectified, me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I
frequently ask me'self, what in mother fucking goddess's name would
it be like to be like everybody else, and NAUT have to be going
through this endless NIGHTMARE HUNTINGTON FUCKING ASS
CURSE?!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus
fucking Christ in shit eating Dogtown, it must be beyond anything
that I can possibly ever hope to even cunt lapping imagine in me'
wildest dick licking fantasy's, yo yo yo yo
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Copyright
© 1999 – 2020 Google
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
All
the items in cosmos are out of 81
possible realities, with some of them connected
into each other, while others NOT.
Using
this formula allows us to make ultimate decisions!
Krystal's Ball
Oh
this poor whittle innocent cunt lapping doggie from DOGTOWN.
Why won't a single goddamn fucking soul ever take pity on me, and
get this horrendous and criminal shit that is being done to me,
stopped, and PUNISHED? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Here comes that mother
fucking ever-dependable SPACE-BAR-HACKING
NOW, ME GREAT ASS PEOPLE OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ELDER-ABUSE-ASSAULT ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019 AND RIGHT NOW
ON THIS SUPER BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE OF JANUARY 28 AND 29, 2020,
WITH
A MAJOR
ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY ASSAULT,
AND A MAJOR TRIAD NABES ASSAULT FROM THESE ILLEGTAL PRICKS IN UNIT
608, AND THAT IS ALL A PART OF THE ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ATTACK DONE
TO ME, BY DONALD TRUMP, FOR NEARLY FORTY YEARS; 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.
While
Trumps fucking henchmen were busy defending him, in the United States
mother fucking Senate for the past week, as well as preparing to do
so, during the prior time when the Democrats were bringing their case
to them, known as the two Articles of Impeachment; they were not able
to screw with me; and just as in rare cases before during major times
of national upheaval and or tragedy, such as the nine-eleven Day in
2001; I get a tiny period of rest from this unthinkable monstrous
hellishness. This is not some delusion on the part of a mentally ill
person, but nobody ever will believe me, and THIS
PROVES TO ME MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, that I AM IN DOGTOWN,
here on the Earth-Planet! All of the
times where I have died and yet NOT DIED; that is just the gravy to
my belief system, and the real hard punching fucking mashed potato
food group in all of this; is that this endless
MOLLY-NEW-PATTERN
never ever stops, Sir Coral Anderton.
It is a quarter shy of midnight, and now I AM
GETTING A GODDAMN LOUDASS FIRE ALARM, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be leaving
another message for you, disguised as a call to my own voicemail
system, so the fucking cunt FBI can tune in and hear it as well, yo
yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Sheriff sir, Donald Trump is
literally fucking killing me with his SATANIC PARALLEL EVENT
PERSECUTION on this pathetic United States American CITIZEN,
“{{[ME]}}”! I have the days all counted down to where I can RUN
AWAY AND ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HORRIBLE EVUIL EMPIRE ONCE AND FOR ALL,
and head for some place where TRUMP and his monster peeps CAN'T GET
AT ME ANY LONGER, and if they try, they will be very
sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be in some
land that does not particularly love this country, and that is all I
will say for right now; Agent Steve Caruso
LANDLORD! WOW, that mouse-jump HACK is major ass
HUUUUUUUUUUGE, Senator
Sanders SIR!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
OPRAH!!!!!!!
Someone
obviously didn't want me to see something on that mother fucking
“Project Bluebook” TV-show
tonight, yo yo yo yo yo SHERIFF MASCARA,
me' kind awesome sir!!!!
BUTTERCHEE
AND BIG ASS BUTT, I CAUGHT THE RERUN AND NOW I KNOW WHY THIS WAS DONE
TO ME!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
Sir Chester-Frank.
I absolutely know that you do know who you are
sir CF; as did Donna Patterson
non-Inductatherm Lalassas, yo!!!!!
Still; voices, sounds, recording, tapes; all of this shit that was
mysteriously behind all of these wild things that all led up to where
I am right now in all this misery; all of it
was somehow 100% pre-planned, by some incredible thing that Morianity
has labeled, HALLS FAWCES, am I correct folks????? Still
people, just how did that car crash in late 1999 truly happen, and
was it along the lines of the Patty Potter
Hollister Magical WICCAN FAWCES that permitted Mizz
Jewelly White's “OTHER” persona, MIZZ PAULA KING; to
get me to mysteriously tune into HER RADIO BROADCAST, where
she was vilifying that pitiful and nice guy, and saying that he was
threatening her, when all that this T.D. Bank
spokesman/representative, Sir Regis Philbin ever did, was to wish her
well, and be safe. Paranoid fucking freaky witch girl! But then, it
does seem that this whole clan has many many many mental
disturbances, yes it does most definitely Sir Russ Thaxton, me' ol'
school chum from Cooley Hall, RUN IN FAMILIES,
and anyone will attest to this fact that is an expert in the APA
(American Psychiatric Association)! I have recently learned from a
friend right here in my building who let me in on just who damaged
and totaled my vehicle, that my own daughter is under treatment for
these very same disorders, and that it no longer is some big ass
secret, and most of her fans know this. So as I
said peeps, I don't make up stories, and I am one sick and tired dude
of being so accused of doing same, yo!!!!!!!!! If I say it, it
is not a lie or a delusion, and it most definitely is real and it
happened, or whatever, to quote Bob
Andrews from 1975.
RED
ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
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KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; I AM UNDER A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE!!!! If
anything happens to me and I am found dead in this cunt chewing
fucking ass apartment, I
WAS
MOTHER
FUCKING
MURDERED BY ALL OF
MY NEW JERSEY, ATLANTIC CITY, AND THE SHADOW MILITARY/GOVERNMENT
ENEMIES OF THE MORIANITY-NAMED WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF ALL EVIL AND NOT
FEE FREE BY ANY MEANS, E—M—P—I—R—E—S!!!!!!!!!!! Oh kind
KSM sir, I am really imagining all of this horse shit, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo. Sure I am, when goddamn fucking pigs not only fly but enter
and win major fucking beauty pageants. WHAAAAAAAAHA, AHA AHA AHA AHA
AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA, Mister Mike McNulty from
1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes sir kind Sheriff KSM, I went to bed
around four of the clock or maybe a wee bit after, on this cunt
eating Friday MOUUUUUUURNING, and my telephone
was just perfect and fine. I woke up and went to use it, and
kaplooey, some mother fucking jerk off lowlife snake cum eating
subskummite shorted out the phone somehow and broke this instrument.
This is ELDER
ABSUE, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!! I
am sixty-four years
and fifty-nine days
old, and that should make me an elderly
senior citizen that protects me from these vicious mother
fucking enemies, who relentlessly assault me and victimize me, and
destroy my property, continuously and endlessly; as well as
ruthlessly and without conscience, shame, or fucking cock sucking
humanity whatsoever, me BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
My
1983 chocking condition is HUUUUUUGE!
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BUTTERFIELDS
PHARMACY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings Highway,
PHONE
NUMBER (772) 489-3700
Across
from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall
There
will be some real sorry mother fuckers out there for this cunt eating
vicious assault on me today; OH GODDAMN WORLD, IPYT!!!!
My
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You
see lads and lassies out here, my 1983 condition can ABSOLUTELY PROVE
THE FOLLOWING STUFF, and nothing else needs be said, but it will be,
later on: I of course did not understand what MC's doppelganger was
trying to tell me in early middle 2008 about having some reason for
going to thatmedical office, and the M2F truied to kill me late in
2014 for the reason that they were not about to let me attempt AGAIN
to prove all of this, as I did the previous year in 2013 with my most
recent musical project, “You'll Be Crossing Over”! We all know
this is reality, Sir Dennis Snyder, sonny!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do we NAUT,
MIZZ BLAKE???????????????
We
all remember a great COMCAST PROMOTION before they switched to the
damn stupid computerized TV service shit, and if we back up that
marvelous telephone number a year before THE SONG to 1983, the age is
again correct since DOB years do not alter, and neither does JRSS
COPYRIGHT MUSIC PROJECT CERTIFICATE NUMBERS!!!!!
ALL
DOTS ALWAYS CONNECT 'PERFECTLY'!
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JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
Some damn FAWCE
out here, is gonna' be vely vely sorry, Bob McDowell Sir; if
they don't quit making me' pitiful elderly life an ENDLESS
BURNING BREATHING MOTHER FUCKING NIGHTMARE 'HELLapukeyuk' DOGTOWNITE
HELL, YO 'BROadcasts' BRO, & MIKE
SOFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother
fucking pussy lapping muff diving dick licking (`~HACK), oh WONDERFUL
FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!!
END
TRANsdimensional and END
TRANSMISSION.
A
new hack is being done to me recently where I can no longer post up
the STATS from the BLOGGER-GOOGLE page, without having some weird
blank covering page overtake the start of the blog, and I will paste
up what I am talking about, on CHAPTER 2, as I am working on chapter
number 2 right now and it is now the next day and this blog, CHAPTER
ONE was posted earlier yesterday, yo!!!!!!!! The
part in purple print, I am able so far to print out; but if I
try and copy in the other parts showing
international viewership, and proving so much more than just STATS if
we get the meaning here, oh great FBI; this is the part that always
now causes this somewhat new HACK-OUT-OVERTAKE-BLOCKING PAGE
that covers up the beginning of the work!
THE
END, ALL FUCKING LOVELY SAVANTS, YO!
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22, 2020 9:00 PM – Jan 29, 2020 8:00 PM
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