COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 7:36 A.M., ON 20 FEBRUARY, 2020:
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,
EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019,
AND ON THESE MOST RECENT FOUR DAYS OF FEBRUARY 11th,
12th,
13th , AND 14th,
WITH
A
MAJOR ELECTRONIC AND
UTILITY ASSAULT
ON ME,
MAJOR HEALTH AND
DIAREAH ASSAULTS
ON ME, SKY SIEGES, AND ANY AND ALL LOCAL AND DISTANT PARALLEL EVENT
USER ENEMIES, OF THE M2F-MILITUFORCE; and
that is all a part
of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me, ever 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.
My
electrical power was cut out for three seconds this
'MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING', SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR; and unlike other quickie fucking black
out hits, this one for reasons totally unknown to me, knocked out the
memories in my house-phone system with COMCAST,
causing me to have to redo all the fucking time and date and feature
reprogramming with numerous complex menu option controls on the phone
that I purchased at me' local STAPLES OFFICE STORE at the Palm Sable
Mall on Virginia Avenue and United States Federal Highway #1
intersection, about a year ago when I awoke then, to the 'M2F'
enemies. somehow breaking me' entire phone during me' sleep, in
another one of their totally mother fucking gargantuan (Senator
Bernie Sanders)
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE”) assaults
and ELDER ABUSE ATTACKS
against goddamn poor ol' pathetic pitiful little Mister
MOUNTAINPEN! Yesterday was an all day long TV-CABLE freeze
up assault, as well as an extra huge sized
outside HOLOGRAM, where unusual crowds of people were at
places that I needed to go on some of me' local mother fucking
errands. BUTTTTT and a big ass BUTT-BUT people; yesterday was a whole
lot more than just thissssssssssss, lovely
Mizz Erica Snakes Kane of 'AMC' 1983.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
15
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
FEBRUARY 20, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 3:5
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5
WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
[{02-20-2020}]
8:00
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
20
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
AN
ENTIRE DAY MADE UP CALENDRICALLY OF NOTHING BUT ZERO AND TWO DIGITS.
THIS
IS NAUT NORMALLY A GOOD SIGN FOR GETTING GOOD FUCKING CUNT DAYS TO
HAPPEN, YO!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Boy
oh boy Uncle Billy, and 'GOOOOLLEEEY'
'Sarg Carter', and to all the things we
all see and read in the newspaper, oh wonderful Admiral
Perry, of the Pomona, New Jersey, USA, FAA-Technical Center;
why am I not one tiny wee bit fucking ass
shocked by the endless CONTINUAL behavior of the great ALMIGHTY
DIRTBAG MILITUFORCE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Yessir
Admiral Perry, “What I see and read in the
newspaper, oh wonderful fine service-man of the Pomona, New
Jersey, USA, FAA-Technical Center, you see and
read in the newspaper”, so I will just have to CHOKE
on that unless someday someone comes clean, and it won't be me'
ungrateful kid that's for sure, and allows me to survive via all
great terrific 'Heimlich' maneuvers. You
have to admit it yo, all ye assholes out here who want to doubt the
words and teachings of the MOUNTAINPEN; the resemblance is quite
SEVENTH SIGN “remarkable”?
Come on Mizz Margie Leo of 1985, ya' wanna cut me a damn ass break
here, for 'goollllleeey' sake 'GOMER'?????? Am I really so far off
base here, Dock HIGH-NECK
of BLUEBOOK?
HA-HA-HA,
you missed me there, Mizz Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Witch-Bitch
Queen!!!!! Still it was a close call and I know you wanted me
to get struck with that lightning bolt made out of groupations of
mother fucking ONE-DIGITIZED ROTTEN-LIFE-LUCK EQUIVALENTS, yo; so
who's kidding who here; oh lovely Mizz Lillian
Erby, from 1965, up in northern, No-Joysey sections of
America??? Talk about 'Heimlich' ANTI-CHOKING
maneuvers, and card cheaters? She thought that I had slipped a
playing card up me' sleeve at the K-COTTAGE in Princeton, NJ, at the
NJNPI, back in early 1966, and so she did a 'Barnabas Collins move on
me', and she was a very large and extremely powerful twelve year old
girl, back when I was only eleven years of age, and was as tiny and
frail as a new born whittle helpless butterfly for pity sake, yo yo
yo yo yo me' BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
My
errands took me to the Fort Pierce Walmart yesterday, and then over
to the Staples Office Store, and finally over to the Chinese
Restaurant for a take-out seven dollar lunch. The Walmart did not
have an unusual crowd of people, but every place else was jam packed
as if there was some monster ass non Nick Cannon hurricane brewing
and churning out in the Krassle (Atlantic) Ocean and heading straight
in and due west of town. To quote 'cool dude, and super well dressed'
Detective (Fonty) Joe Fontana, on the great “L&O”
television show, “JEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE
for crying out loud”!
The
crowds were awesome for no apparent reason, and I used to harp on
this when it happened more often, but rarely have time to concern
me'self with any more, and we all know I believe that the
life-hologram so to speak, is quite adjustable and alterable by HALLS
'HALLOWEENTOWN' FAWCES, oh sir wonderful Microsoft Corporation and
lovely Spellchecker/Hellwrecker, yo BRRRRRRRRR! WOW-WOW are those
mother fucking turd chewing cunt sniffers, of the BLACK-HAT-HACKERS
and 'NON-STACEY JACK ATTACK' CLUB coming to life around me now, with
MAJOR SPACE-BAR-HACKING, as well as MAJOR ASS AND YES MONSTER-ASS
TOO, WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACKING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' GREAT
AWESOME SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!! So getting back to
yesterday's local errands, the trip over to the local fucking Walmart
could literally have one entire HUUUUUUUUUGE book that would be
totally dedicated to it. I don't mean the car trip over to there and
back to the eastern part of town again, but rather, IN
THE GODDAMN WALMART, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that I was attempting to do was to
purchase a lousy fucking longer than three foot audio cable with two
stereo male plugs, so that I can connect me' mother fucking
headphones into either me' TV, or me' sound system for when I want to
use that. I do 'naut' use speakers now in present times, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE of 1983; and yes, back in 1983, I did use
speakers, and I had a truly non-NICK CANNON
“MONSTER-ASS”
set of them too, may I add in here; me' wonderful folksingers
and me' FOLKS too and yes; you too Sir Mike Soft; so don't feel all
left out and lonely here yo me' BROADCASTED
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I stated before and now in reiteration
claim once more, it is naut every day that a person's son in law, in
a 'dream-world-realm', tells a father in law that his audio stuff
“Makes monster-ass recordings”, but
this indeed DID happen with me back in late oh-8 or some time early
in oh-9, and it was all blogged and told of back then in real-time
when it was REALE, or at least, when it was real, or when we all
think that it was, those naut able to perceive the reality of
Morianity's taught wisdom of STM (Space-Time-Mind).
Yes
all I wanted besides me' two front teeth as a small child back on
some twenty-fifth of December, oh sir EX-New Group Leader; was two
little audio cables, one for use with me' TV and video system, and
one for me' music system. But none of you would believe the full
fucking story of the absolute Dogtown that I had to go through
yesterday at the Walmart, in trying to purchase this tiny little
thing, that once upon a time naut all so long ago, would have been
total mother fucking CHILDSPLAY for crying out Fontana
loud!!!!!!First, they had nothing on the shelves but one three foot
cable, the same thing that I had bought the day before back on
Tuesday at the Staples Office Store. I
returned it because I was unable to use such a short cable, before
driving then to the Walmart, but I had
already called and checked at some main Walmart Store phone number,
and was told that I could absolutely purchase this product there at
the store. Now I get told, it has to be bought online. Everything is
now going the way of that dirtbag playboy billionaire scum-ball who
is changing this world into a fucking literal nightmare just so that
he can line his whoring pockets with unlimited loot to buy tons of
pussy and live like a playboy king scumbag that he is. Walmart is
naut Amazon, and why they are going that way is obvious, because if
they don't compete with him,this bald headed prick will put Sam
Walton and his family smack-dab out of business. I no longer can buy
many great products that once I could always get at Walmart, and now
I no longer have anything good to say about Walmart as I used to so
often in me' Morianity, other than how one special day, Diana
Arteemis and I shared a really cool time, back on 7 July of 2015, at
the Saint Lucie Walmart. So I do understand what is happening,and it
all can be boiled down to the great statements made by once quite
famous entrepreneur Mister Kevin Trudeau. He said over and over on
his cool infomercials for many years, “It's always all about the
money$$$$$$$$$”. He was telling at least that much, ABSOLUTELY
TRUE!!!! So when I called the Walmart main store number, I was told
that I could buy this product, REAL-WORLD, and naut online, but I
couldn't. First lie from the MART. Then I work with some lady there
who tried to order this for me online, the way that I am supposed to
do it according to this wonderful-HAHAHAHAHAHA NEW WORLD ORDER
SYSTEM. But, when I tried this, no soap. That didn't work either, and
the store manager along with several employees, tried to make it
work, IT DID NOT, and I still couldn't fuckign get this simple little
connection audio cable. Finally, another worker found a similar
non-Monster audio-cable, even longer, much longer, only it was an
extension cable, meaning one end male and one end female rather than
both ends being male plugs. When you use connection plugs, the high
end is lost many times with headphone sets costing under five hundred
dollars, 'professional phones' in other words. If I had money like
that to piss all around, I wouldn't be in the mother fucking sinking
boat that I am in.
This
entire world is nothing but a mother fucking organized conspiracy to
keep everybody not already born affluent and wealthy, endlessly
sucked into poverty, slavery, and endless financial oppression and
oppression with life in general that is hopelessly life-long. Things
are made to wear out at lightning speed, then we are all endlessly
mother fucking bombarded with advertising and promotions that tell us
we are nothing without multi thousand dollar television sets,
stereos, car sound systems, great clothes, and these things are made
now to wear out and break practically overnight, and then we are
extended credit by the crooked banking systems of the world and their
crooked credit score and rating systems, and I could go on and on and
on here, but I will naut, Mizz Blake, mahm. All that I wanted and or
needed yesterday, were two goddamn little audio cords. When I got to
the register up front,I suddeenly realized with a mental picture,
that this will naut work. I still would need to connect something and
that one two many female parts were going top make me come up short.
The longer cable was to avoid extensions, and I am here holding
extensions that still needed to be plugged into something before it
could be plugged into the amp for the music system or the TV system.
So I went back to talk to them again, and they said why not take the
one that is left on the shelf because it is naut just a plug with two
ends, but rather it was a male to male three foot piece, so with the
open female plugs, the fit is never tight enough to keep the high end
strong, but here, it should fit perfectly and tightly. They wouldn't
allow me to try there, but told me to go home and if it won't fit
tightly and sound great, BRING IT BACK. Well, finally, I will NAUT
have to be bringing it back, but I still need one more, and
eventually, they will have another shipment of them in to put on
their damn shelves, and so later, I will get one of them for both the
TV and the STEREO system, but for now, all I have to do is take the
entire plug from one to the other when I want to change, as opposed
to just unplugging the male plug right at the headphone. Headphones
of any quality at all are extremity expensive these days unlike the
last century where there were damn good ones for eighty bucks. Now
you can easily spend three to four times eighty fucking bucks in
order to get the good quality sound. So I am good for now and later
on I'll just get me another three foot male to male. The fit indeed
is perfect, unlike when trying to force male plugs into two end 'open
connection dicks' as I call them, for obvious nasty reasons, but hey,
it applies. And they say plumbers. SHEEEEIT, I think that
electricians are truly the sexiest game around with all of their male
and female plug ends going for them. Jesus Christ Almighty!!!
Yesterday and today are still super botbar, and now there are about
four of them, and there were four others before that with a short
four day opr so separation. Things for me since the summer time of
2019 have been totally and fucking cunt quintessentially putrid, ON
GODDAMN STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the
mother fucking (`~HACK), yo!!!!!
My
father ran away at the age of sixteen years, from his loving Toledo
Ohio home, after suddenly one day learning that his clan had told him
a really HUUUUUUUUUGE lie about his lineage. He
thought that he was a MARTIN, and naut a MOHR. He was however, a
MOHR, and his mother, Mizz Clarabell had her baby illegitimately,
making me the son of a bastard, and so when people curse me out, they
need to relearn some swearing techniques, and call me a son of a
bastard prick, and naut a son of a bitch bastard prick, yo! It seems
that his mother Mizz Clarabell, never married the dude named MOHR,
but his lineage and ancestral line are extremely wild, having such
characters as the world famous Christmas dude known as FATHER-MOHR,
who co-wrote the great Christmas hymn that we all know and love so
much even today, and naut just the ASPCA for crying out loud,
Detective Fontana sir; called, “Silent Night”, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But getting back to my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr, and his
mother, Mizz Clarabell Martin since the Martin dude was the guy she
married when she was about age sixteen years; my father's mom,
Clarabell was my grandmother of course, on my paternal side of the
family. Now her side of the family is naut known to me very much at
all other than they are all Ohio-Peeps, mostly in or close by to
Toledo itself, the city of church steeples, and why peeps even today
still curse with that famous saying of “Holy Toledo”. But these
folks are naut me' blood, naut' even in in-law connection &
(removed) would be the absolutely correct genealogical terminology of
discussing cousins and in-law family peeps. So these peeps are naut
within the number cousins or removed cousins system of family. So all
that I ever was concerned with when researching them, was that they
are naut me' family, and that my dad hated most of them for lying to
him as a boy about his true origins, something shared by many folks
right here in America, and most probably all over the damn planet
too. But my father's true ancestors were quite interesting, and naut
just the great world famous priest, Father Mohr, but even other peeps
naut known publicly, but explaining why my own daughter is not
white-Caucasian, since Patty is of course as white as any lovely
Irish gal can be, yo. My grandfather on me' dad's side was quite a
character, and my dad really loved his wife which would have been his
grandmother. She was truly awesome to hear me' pop talk about her
often and reverently. Now it was her who had family lineage if me'
memory is correct, going back to the priest, Father Mohr. But it was
me' dad's grandfather whose lineage on his mother's side of the
family one generation earlier still, who had some interesting
grandparents. One was born in Johannesburg South Africa, and another
was born in Lisbon, Portugal. They met in America and married if you
can call what happened with them a marriage. He was a slave and she
was a permitted slave-wife, and also a slave. The great Mason Lodge
and member David Charles Roth shared with me some incredible
things,but it was naut just David but some other sources of Mormon
Church related folks, where I came to learn quite a bit about these
matters, back when I also came to learn some really wild lineage
facts about the other great Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG family, the
mighty and wildly bizarre CALLIO CLAN from Italy and Marie Callio
herself. I am just adding this little footnote in here since I
am on the topic of how much of the research done here was
accomplished, mostly from Mormon Church sources, and MASON LODGE
sources. Now there are no connections with the Callio clan and my
clan. However, their great friends, the McGuire's, are a whole other
story, as they have cousinly lineage connections with me' own family
lines as well as the Kennedy family peeps. There was a great hunting
trip one day more than eighty years ago, taking place in the Nevada
Desert, at least according to some very trustworthy sources of mine,
involving both McGuire's father long deceased now, as well as my
mom's cousin, Arthur Huntington, and his father, Sir Herbert
Huntington. And yes UFO and alien shit was a part of this, only I do
naut believe in UFO and Alien shit, naut the way other buffs believe
in it anyway. I know for a fact that all of these entities are indeed
coming through galaxy-hearts (Centralized Black Hole
Gravitated-Ultra-Dense Fields), connecting the Plancktime
(Purgatory-Astral-Plane, with the physical cosmos that blew out and
away from it. But getting back to my dad's lineage that was hidden
from him until he was just over age sixteen years, he was given this
information one day in a way 'naut that differently Mizz Blake', from
the information given to me in Atlantic City in the summer of 1974
from a strange surreal dude whom I've come to label and call, the
“Beach-Alchemist”. A strange person just came to my dad and told
him that he had to be told these truths in order to fulfill stuff
that goes onto happen way out into the future. This was spoken out
loud at my Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment, by my father while he was
asleep. He spoke out loud in his sleep very often. He said many wild
and beyond strange inconceivable things; so believe that folks.
Anyway, this caused my dad to have his wonderful granny who he loved
very much and who adored him right back, to hear him tell it so often
yo me' Blogaudians; to sign some papers falsely to the United States
Merchant Marines, and said that he was of legal age to join up with
them, and then when the WWll happened, and America got into it; they
became a part of the United States Naval
System. I will say so many other powerful things shortly
peeps, but right now, this is only opening up a major unfathomable
counterstrike for this incredible horrible mother fucking MILITUFORCE
death attack on me since last summer and really
EVER FUCKING SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, when this 'all truly
began' for me, and the lovely Sabrina Collins too!!!!! You see folks,
my father was a Lieutenant Commander in
the U.S. Navy, and was involved in the great “NEVER-HAPPENED”
Einstein PHILADELPHIA EXPERIMENT,
working right there at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard, where he met
me' mom while she was employed back then at the Lavino Shipping
Company that was later sold to the Inchcape Shipping Services
Corporation where she continued to work up until the
day that she died on March 4, 2000; oh lovely “MISSES
MAROLA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
see folks, my dad was ashamed of what had happened and ran away. We
all run away from many things. I ran away from this same DNA system,
and we all know in the advanced Scientific Community that indeed, we
are all still ignorant once celled creatures next to what we would
need to become before we ever would truly be able to really fully
understand absolute cosmic significance to all of reality. My dad was
naut just ashamed of being illegitimate, but also of being the 3rd
great grandson of slaves. But my own DNA boils
real quickly when we start getting threatened by scum like TRUMP and
his ROYAL FAMILY of wannabee ruling monarchs. My
Huntington family on me' mom's
fucking side came over on a great vessel, crossed the Queen's Pond,
the (Krassle Ocean), and came here to fucking America to get
away from shit like this, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, and you can
GIVE ME LIBERTY OR YOU CAN GIVE ME DEATH,
because I won't mother fucking serve some goddamn king, and THAT, IPY
right here and now; yo dirtbag MILITUFAWCES!!!!!!
We crossed the great Atlantic on the great ship MAYFLOWER,
and I believe in James Redfield and the James Redfield Synchronicity
Syndrome too, JRSS. I know that the great MAYFLOWER
HOTEL on Atlantic City's
Tennessee
Avenue was naut just there by some random
happenstance mother fucking coincidence, any more than was the
TRINIDAD HOTEL, which south of the great
MEXICAN BORDER WALL, Sir distant CUZZ DONNIE BOY YO; it
would be the TRINITY HOTEL, and I no more believe that PINK
GODDESS LORDESS NEECY JEHOVAH KRASSLE who came to me as that
special and wild young girl back in the nineteen-sixties, was all
just some weird nonsense that has no value. It is the most incredible
fuckign shit to have ever happened in the Western-World since the
Native Americans lived here, and Jesus Christ
got born there at the cradle of humanity and its fantastic
early civilization; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRO!!!!!
The
number 27
and the number 33
are powerful beyond most humans ability to fathom it. Even the mighty
secret MASON CLUB LODGES only know the tiny smallest secrets behind
these numbers along with the succession of the 555 numbers that can
break the HUNTINGTON
CURSE,
and other things pertaining to this once great nation of ours before
it decays forever into sewage and total anarchy and brotherly war!
LIGHTNING knows the full wisdom behind these numbers, and has shared
and revealed some of their incredible greatness. Thirty three years
from that unspeakable fucking nightmare on AUGUST 15, 1986, will be
the soon to arrive August 15th
of the year of 2019, our PRESENT YEAR. Right around this time I plan
to reveal a powerful piece of great wisdom to someone who is enough
of a mover and a shaker to the point where just maybe, this curse
might be lifted and I may find myself permitted to leave and go out
beyond
the gates of DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!
For right now however, this absolute total pathetic Dogtownite must
say, BYE-BYE. BUTTERCHEESE and a great huge big ass BUTT, before I do
go, allow me to just say thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss,
OH
LOVELY MIZZ ERICA SNAKES CANE:
All
events, as well as the paralleling of them, or its phenomenon; are
actually then, on a subspace scale, as numerons. I am not implying
that every value of cosmic energy or every single sub-particle or
wave, has an actual assigned numeration, but I am saying that things
are operating all around us in waking world reality, AS
IF IT REALLY DOES. To quote the great guitar player who
used to play in the HEROES BAND with Robert
Hazard, Mister Pete Smith from new Jersey, back in the early
nineteen-eighties, “This is scarey”! Yeah, it really kinda is,
yo!
Let
me tell you a little bit about the Astral World
Authority or the AWA
for short, known by only a very few folks here on the waking
world Earth-planet system of physical tangible life, as the
Millionth-Council.
These entities are the absolute quintessential experts and team
leaders when it comes to the very mysterious and multi-faceted
systems of Mind
Control.
I promise all of my Blogaudians that it is absolutely NO ACCIDENT,
that those two letters (M) & ©, when converted as their
initials, into ENGLISH (United States of America) language; the
alphabetic numeron reality comes
out as the digits of (3) and (4).
These two digits, when used in what Morianity
labels as the Dual Equational
Function Conversion
(DEF-CON), interestingly enough when
abbreviated, and further proving all of
Morianity's concepts of Redfield-Symbolism; equals the number
1,984. I will gladly tell all of you how this number is reached. I am
not here to make up wild stories and then leave things all weird, and
dark, and mysteriously misunderstood, and forever unexplained. Any
two digits, such in the case of '3' and '4' for example, are valued
in both of their mathematical functions first, and these functions
are addition and multiplication. The other two functions are nothing
more than the real two that are inverted, or subtraction in the
inverse of addition, and division is the inverse of multiplication.
Math only HAS TWO FUNCTIONS, from where many
equations are all worked around. So we add
the 3 and the 4, and the sum is 7.
Then we multiply the 3 and the 4, and
the product is 12. But the two
math functions are done twice and is why this is called DUAL
FUNCTION. So we now have the numbers 7 and 12. So again, we
add 7+12, and we get 19.
Then we multiply the 7X12, and we get
84. This gives us the four digits of
1-9-8-4. Before moving this on folks, I
fell under a major assault at 2:54 on this Thursday morning.
As I was typing this out, a gigantic fucking
filthy cockroach crawled along the wall in front of my computer work
station. I managed to kill the mother fucking thing; kind
Sheriff Mascara sir. But an hour ago, my
annoying cunt eating upstairs nabe, Mizz dirt ball Hammering-Harriet,
was annoying me with strange loud
sounds on my mother fucking ceiling.
I absolutely know that she has been “DUAL-INCORPORATED”
with the mother fucking dirtbag
'MILI-2-FORCE'.
I refer you Sheriff sir, to a marvelous book that was written about
two decades ago give or take, by an author
by the name of Doctor Bruce Goldberg. The book
title is “Time
Travelers
From
Our
Future”.
In this book sir, is an entire chapter that was devoted to the topic
of what my morianity calls the BRIGGBASE, as I have traveled to there
in my spirit, to use a forward-mortal-illusion term here, and I have
seen that place that this great book was making mention of. The
chapter that I speak of is called, “MAKE
HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT”. You truly need to get that book
and read it, kind ?Sheriff KJM, if you ever really wish to help me
out at all, kind sir!!!! But let us get back now onto the pernt,
Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens; of the other
non-Harrah
DEF-CON stuff
here!!!!!!!!!!
These
digits are an amazing tool when we examine them by using the DEF-CON
deal. All digits are teachers, and will show us stuff based on our
ability and full open mindedness to learn just how powerful the world
of the subatomic truly and verily is. Still, I have worked out a few
double digits besides the 3-4 groupation,
using an Astral Plane expression here,
and yes; they all tell wild and incredible stories, and IPYT; me
wonderful peeps and blogaudians of both the great lovely Shamrocks as
well as all other worldly areas, not meant to sound 'punney' here,
but hey, from heredahelda and here, and
many other things that could be also applied in many hidden (occult)
ways, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
all of us are MC'd from time to time, (Mind-Controlled). Sometimes
our very conscious, or worldly-centered mindedness, is actually being
influenced and ever mildly controlled by many layers of our deeper
and more hidden (occult) true soul-self, (subconsciousness, and
ranging deeper all the way into the unconsciousness). But then there
are legitimate times where we are being outer-MIND CONTROLLED, and
this is done by the BRIGGBASE-CONTROLLED
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
(ESS) GROUPATION OF TRAVELERS. When upon occasion, we actually
see their physical groupations, and we are not in any way fully
asleep, or in a semi-sleeping or 'hypnogogic state of mental
awareness', this all is similar to using electronics to make contact
with the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, and this is absolutely FORBIDDEN to be
done by the AWA or the Millionth Council. If we do not immediately
forget about it and just go on or try to go on with our life and
pretend that nothing really ever happened, then
the MILI-2-FORCE
or the Briggbase Counterpart system here on the Earth-Planet,
will indeed bring us major retribution and persecution and in some
rare occasions, we can even be mysteriously
murdered by these horrendous mother fucking dirtbag people, or
entities, or 'whatever'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I said folks, you can verify lots of similar shit to the claims
here in Morianity by just going to two sources: WPIX-Television
of New York City, Channel 11, and their great documentary from the
year of 1988. Also, this fantastic television show now airing
on Tuesday nights at just past ten of the clock, on the great and
fantastic HISTORY CABLE CHANNEL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! It is
called, “PROJECT BLUEBOOK. Hey yo people, I never put this
together, or connected all of the dots; not
until the very end of last year; me kind lads and lassies
out heredahelda, and out here also, yo yo yo yo, BROadcasters and
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great Blogaudians,
all of us are being MC'd from time to time, by our own deeper-spirit
selves (deep sub and un conscious mind), as well as from external
locales whose origin is the great and very misunderstood and unknown
Catholic-Purgatory, or the
Astral-
Plane. So yes, this is being done by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) AKA the Astral World Authority, who are using their Briggbase-Cult Groupation entities called and labeled by MORIANITY, as their ESS TRAVELERS, AKA and called by Morianity (T-3-E's)Type 3 Exploratrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They use them to get into us, AND OVERRIDE OUR SIGNAL that is unique to us, and every bit as individual and suigenerous as our DNA is unique to our physical shell housing, our human realm interaction system, and we can just call this, OUR BODIES!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO Mister ARTHUR CRANE of TCE, a combination of the right sound frequencies, or sequences of visual light patterns (SHAPES), can MOST DEFINITELY CAUSE AN MC-EVENT (Mind Control) Now the letter 'M' is the 13th letter in the English alphabet that is used here in the nation of my birth, the United States of America. The letter 'C' is the 3rd letter in this same alphabet. Since numeration is always in digits from 1-9, any digit larger than a single digit must be added until it becomes a single digit, or in other words, the number 3,024,471,550 becomes 3+2+4+4+7+1+5+5, which is 31, and this is still not a single digit wo again, we add the 3 and the 1. Now we get 4, the numeration of the number three billion, twenty-four million, four hundred-seventy-one thousand, five hundred-fifty. So the letter 'M' is 13 or 3+1, so 'M'=4. 'C'=3. So here we are with those two wonderful awesome digits, the '3' and the '4'. LIKE WOW THAT, lovely 1979 JOANN & JOANN-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND CONTROL, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, 3-4. Talk about an incredible non-fairytale story that has been converted from speak language into mathematical language. Another WOW-THAT one for all Joann's and Joanna's everywhere, huh Sheriff KJM??????
Plane. So yes, this is being done by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) AKA the Astral World Authority, who are using their Briggbase-Cult Groupation entities called and labeled by MORIANITY, as their ESS TRAVELERS, AKA and called by Morianity (T-3-E's)Type 3 Exploratrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They use them to get into us, AND OVERRIDE OUR SIGNAL that is unique to us, and every bit as individual and suigenerous as our DNA is unique to our physical shell housing, our human realm interaction system, and we can just call this, OUR BODIES!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO Mister ARTHUR CRANE of TCE, a combination of the right sound frequencies, or sequences of visual light patterns (SHAPES), can MOST DEFINITELY CAUSE AN MC-EVENT (Mind Control) Now the letter 'M' is the 13th letter in the English alphabet that is used here in the nation of my birth, the United States of America. The letter 'C' is the 3rd letter in this same alphabet. Since numeration is always in digits from 1-9, any digit larger than a single digit must be added until it becomes a single digit, or in other words, the number 3,024,471,550 becomes 3+2+4+4+7+1+5+5, which is 31, and this is still not a single digit wo again, we add the 3 and the 1. Now we get 4, the numeration of the number three billion, twenty-four million, four hundred-seventy-one thousand, five hundred-fifty. So the letter 'M' is 13 or 3+1, so 'M'=4. 'C'=3. So here we are with those two wonderful awesome digits, the '3' and the '4'. LIKE WOW THAT, lovely 1979 JOANN & JOANN-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND CONTROL, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, 3-4. Talk about an incredible non-fairytale story that has been converted from speak language into mathematical language. Another WOW-THAT one for all Joann's and Joanna's everywhere, huh Sheriff KJM??????
Another
wild groupation is the 3-6. You may remember, as in Google's San
Mateo, Kali address, 36th
Avenue. After doing the DEF-CON on the 3-6 groupation, we arrive at
the wonderful number of 27,117.
This is a number that appears on a
mailbox in a large wooded clearing area
of the Purgatory, in a housing community, in the great Forest of
Huumalon. The Ricktown Manor property
line on one side is back to back with one side of this great forest
boundary, in Ricktown, Olympia. A
girl named Meagan
has a little clubhouse in this area, and she uses the mailbox that I
have outside of my mother's house, where
she goes when she helps to operate my daughter's camp, where in
Purgatory, this camp has a totally unpronounceable name, so I won't
even make an attempt to print the abbreviated name as it would take
up about a half a page. This girl was murdered here in the human
waking world here on the Earth Planet back in the middle
nineteen-nineties, by an evil child molester from New Jersey, and
this is where we get the now famous Meagan's Law from. Approximately
900,300 miles to the woust by southeast of Meagan's mailbox, is the
mailbox outside of the great Ricktown
Manor Restaurant that sits right off of the great Linelane #9910
(highway). Astral highways are on
average at least a mile wide containing forty or more lanes on both
sides, and can run for hundreds of trillions of miles, some even for
quadrillions. The Inter-Provincial
Linelanes can run for vigintillions of miles or more.
But anyway, the mailbox at Ricktown Manor has the number of
27,000,123 LL9910 ROP. (Ricktown, Olympia, Purgatory). These are of
course names that I try me very best to translate into the waking
world English language system on the Earth-Planet. The
very first time that I experienced this wild Astral-Plane interaction
was in 1994, while residing humanly here on the Earth Planet, at the
Williamstown, New Jersey's Highview
Apartments, on Kent Street.
Another cheer for all Joann-a
persons everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am saying here with the 3-6
digit-groupation, is that somehow, Google, Comcast, and other
powerful entertainment world forces that for the most part are
absolutely BRIGGBASE owned and controlled, are behind many strange
things that are happening in my messed up fucking life, both now, and
for many many decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I had that wild major hyperspace interaction a few nights back where
I had been shown a magical fleece (travel-blanket) by Benjamin
Franklin in some parallel world where he lived in the present times
rather than back in the 18th century, it ended where
I apparently had become stuck back in the year of 1969. Using
the Biblical Daniel Prophecy Interpretation System or the BDPI
SYSTEM for a shortened abbreviation, and AKA the Sigmund Freud
Unconscious Scramble Coding System; (SFUSC
SYSTEM); a tiny moron child can see the same thing that my
Blogaudians can as well, that I seem to be STUCK IN 1969!!!!!!!!! Oh
sure, I caught that 'dream-interpretation' me wonderful peeps, so you
need not tell me a thing. The incredible songs written by me in that
year, TTWIG and BWF, also tell some wild and yes, quite prophetic
junk about stuff yet to occur, and somehow I was made privy to things
because I was already a major contact point
from the PURGATITES.
Remember also folks, every time I blog stuff, the dream-world then
reacts and takes me to various places both in hyperspace and even
back into the inconceivable Purgatory (Astral-Plane). I intentionally
am indeed in communication, yes, ELECTRONICALLY with many
Astral-Entities. Whenever LIGHTNING is anywhere around me at all, you
all know that I get up here many times and tell that lovely wonderful
coil just how much I love her and miss her while trapped here in this
body and lifetime (dreaming sequence). And yes, doing things such as
this, always invites harassment and persecution
from the MILITUFORCE, since that kind of conscious mind level DIRECT
CONTACT is always forbidden between humanity and the Astral-Plane.
This is incredibly enforced by the M2F and they can totally ruin and
wreck a person's entire mother fucking life, with ruthlessness and
cruelty that would even amaze sicko tyrants such as Bundy, Hitler,
and Manson. It's almost mother fucking hilarious, folks. All of these
unconnected dots for three decades or more in my life, and then
KABOOM, 2018 was when I amazingly figured out the entire deal. The
scriptures were right all along. The world generation was not able to
pass away, until this was finally completely figured out. SSJKK's
people were reestablished in the year of 1948. 70 years, or the
generation of that reality, would not cease until reality had come
clear. The scriptures do not talk about the
world ending, merely being reinvented by the Almighty. It has
been now, and it will go on in like manner for a very long time until
the sun burns the world to a crisp in a couple of billion years from
now. Thisis what all of those asshole fucking doomsday prophets fail
to grasp. This is why I always liked Billy Graham, as he knew those
truths, unlike that total fucking asshole fanatic, the late Doctor
Harold Camping of the Family Stations incorporated, out in
KALI!!!!!!!!!! He was always predicting the end of the world, and in
a way, it did come to pass, as when he died a few years back, that
was the end of the world, FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Folks,
I have indeed experienced a lifetime here in my MARK MOHR persona, of
peeps all around me being totally MC'd, whenever it was needed, so
that I would endlessly be screwed out of every single opportunity
ever, to be anyone, to succeed at anything, to have any happiness or
peace of mind whatsoever, and on and on I could go. No one ever was
willing to give me one tiny break, not fucking ever, but I was sure
good enough to have a ton of my mother fucking intellectual property
stolen and ripped off, and zillions of shitty sticks that were
permanently cemented to my hands, without mercy, shame, or the
slightest iota of fucking humanity, from these
diseased dirtbag subskummite peeps from the gates of DOGTOWN,
Purgatory, (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
the spring and summer, and even into the fall, of the
year of 1986; David Roth and I saw
tons of bright green orbs
in the sky, and my early blogs from 2006 and 2007 discussed
this upon numerous fucking occasions, me kind folks. We used to say
they brought us horrible luck, only goddamn luck HAD ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH IT, me peeps!!!!! If you saw the
episode of the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK,
a couple of days ago, you know I am not making up one tiny wee
whittle fucking shit eating bit of any of this horrific stinking ass
nightmare, me BRAHHHHHHH!!!! I am really learning just how my life
has been totally mother fucking wiped out and destroyed, AS WELL AS
EXACTLY WHY IT WAS, and all from watching this marvelous fucking
television show, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
6:57
A.M. ON WEDNESDAY MORNING
FEBRUARY
19, 2020
I
AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER
ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP.
It began yesterday with a sky FILLED WITH CHEMTRAILS, some nasty
bowel assaults with bad fucking diareah, but the really major attack
began around dusk time yesterday evening, Tuesday the cunt lapping
eighteenth day of February, & AKA “YESTERDAY”,
and with or without any old prior
COOELY-HALL-EDUCATORS of the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
and this has been an off the fucking scale MAJOR
UTILITY ATTAKCK FROM THE TRUMP OWNED AND CONTROLLED CLIT HUFFING
WOMO-MILITUFORCE! My COMCAST
CABLE
SERVICE
began fucking up last night and is still bad to this very
minute, and when I turned on this dick licking fucking ass
CUM-PUKE-HER to do this blog, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Sheriff sir; I
was instantly struck with another major MOUSE-FREEZE-HACK from the
MILITUFAWCES AND THEIR BLACK HAT MIB SUCKING HACKERS!
I
have left a voice-mail message on myown phone system so the fucking
cunt FBI can tune in and hear what I told my local county SHERIFF,
sir Ken Mascara, of Saint Lucie County here in Florida, USAESMWG!
Now it's cunt chewing high time for a MAGNESONIC
COUNTERSTRIKE, so here we go, oh great and vely
illustrious © Office, Library of the Congress, uin Wash my hands,
WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES!
YESSIR,
THE MOTHER FUCKING ANGEL OF DEATH HAS BEEN BRUTAL FOR THE PAST
SEVERAL DAYS NOW, WARNING ME OF THIS IMPENDIONG DOOM AND DISASTROUS
ATTACK ON ME! Some of you out here do hear this entity on the human
plane, just as do I. It is a very high wining noise that only strikes
in one of your ears, and you never know which one it will be, and all
regular sounds totally cut out when HE PASSES BY! Anyone who thinks
that any of this shit in me' Morianity is made up mental illness and
or delusions of some kind, is nothing but a pathetic and pitiful
asshole FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
14
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2020.
DATE----02-19-2020
TIME----7:21 A.M.
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
(SO
WHO GIVES A FUCKING SHIT WHEN THE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING DOGSHIT GETS
SUPER ASS BAD FOR ME, YO YO YO YO????) Hay Mack Kaiter and Queen Katy
Ice Cream, “THIS IS MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT ASS WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO YO YO
ME' BRAHHHH!!!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2020, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
ANY
PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER
©'s ON THEM,
ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE CLAIMANT, AND WILL
BE REMOVED
UPON RECEIVING NOTICE TO DO SO.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON
ME DURING THIS NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT ON THESE 17th
AND 18th
DAY OF FEBRUARY OF 2020;
WITH MAJOR CABLE TV AND
UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR HEALTH BOWEL ASSAULTS ON
MY FRAIL ELDERLY PITIFUL WEAK BODY, AND THAT IS ALL A PART OF THIS
ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM PRESIDENT
DONALD
JOHN 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.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MISTER CRANE, SIR;
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
AS
WITH EVERY SINGLE BAD WEEK FOR DONALD JOHN TRUMP; HE USES MAJOR
ASSAULT ON DISTANT CUZZ MARK, (ME), TO GET HIS WAY, AND TURN FUCKING
SHIT AROUND FOR HIM THE FOLLOWING WEEK. THIS WORKS FOR
HIM, AND IT ALWAYS HAS SINCE HE BEGAN TO USE IT ON ME, AFTER I DARED
TO USE THIS SAME PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY ON MY ROULETTE GAME
PLAYING AT HIS CASTLE CASINO, IN THE SUMMER OF 1986!!!!!!!!! THERE
IS NOTHING AT ALL NEW GOING ON IN THIS MISERABLE ENDLESS FUCKING
HELL, THAT MORIANITY KNOWS IN FULL ASTRAL-PLANE TRUTH, AS
“DOGTOWN”!!!!!!!!
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2 many people have 2 much control and power, and 2 many have been scared or paid, or threatened off, as I know how being efen threatened feels. Both 2 days ago and ten years ago, it's no fun, it's hell, and this is why the scumbag Lamists thrive on these tactics of intimidation. Many Lamists are not Earth chaptered, U could B one and not even know that U R.
As 2 anyone dumb enough 2 think for a second, that I am one bit concerned for your crummy city down there in East Jersey by the sea, you R so brutally mistaken, it is pathetic. Mr. M, I am not after your rotten stuck up wife, and you can have my ex coke head, non-super girl friend, ms. Helen Z. She is all yours, she is a sugar daddy, as R most all women.
I do not care about any of U, and plan 2 move far away from all of U sick monstrous twisted people. U can all burn in fiery H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!
About Me
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace,
with awareness
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This
retaliatory blog
will discuss more fucking dogshit about several interrelated topics
from absolute mother fucking DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO:
One
will be the $500,000,000.00 SECRET.
Another will be the extremely twisted fucking logic that appears to
somehow all intertwine with my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force
that Morianity jokingly refers to since about 2012 or so, as “HALLS
FAWCES”,
and has fully explained why as well, on many blogs. Still and yet
another topic will be how the MILITUFORCE
appears to endlessly do shit to me that causes me this endless
vacillation and query into just exactly who is behind it all and just
precisely why,
and what the motive and goals are. Finally, the topic of my
HORRIBLE FUCKING ATCO, NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS CHOKING IN 1983,
AND HOW MANY PSYCHIC VISIONS SEEM TO BE ALL TIED UP IN ALL THIS SHIT
TOGETHER, AND ENDED UP SAVED BY ONE OF AMERICA'S GREATEST SYSTEMS AND
INSTITUTIONS, THE GREAT UNITED STATES © OFFICE AND LIBRARY OF THE
CONGRESS. I am not going to fully get into it all, as that will take
countless dozens of blogs just to put any small dent into
thisssssssssss hellishness that endlessly surrounds the nightmares of
the mountainpen, AKA (ME) fro crying fucking out loud, yo
BROADCASTING BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel fucking compelled to begin with
my
persecution and unrelenting harassment by some horrendous monstrous
force. I
have told how in 1983, and before the mysterious choking problem
began in the middle of the first week in June; how I would be talking
with Jim Burr over the telephone, and discussing this very fucking
nightmarish dogshit, and how as much as he appeared to be in with
Satan, and the devil, and how HE (Apollo-Lucifer) gets into the lives
of certain people for reasons that no mortal truly understands and
has a vague connection with the LORD (SAR) Jesus Christ, he never
believed an ultimate concept that I threw back up at him. This was
that I somehow was coming to realize that all of the shit that this
Astral-Plane
GOD-Entity and his FAWCES
were doing with me, and in my life, and of course NOW I also see the
major SATANIC connections with
the occult and lovely PATRICIA
H. H. HOLLISTER;
but that in the so-called BIBLICAL CHRISTIAN END-TIMES,
Apollo-Lucifer (THE DEVIL) and his ANGELS/Demonic fawces of darkness
(ASTRAL-PLANE HIGH ENERGY ENTITIES CONNECTED WITH THE EVIL BRIGGBASE
AND LAMBRIGG CULT), this being will need to transfer some of these
duties and objectives relating to the utter and complete destruction
and obliteration of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, to
other worldly powers and people, such as my distant CUZZ DONNIE BOY,
and his evil ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTED FRIENDS AND
CRONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Snakes
1983-AMC, mahm; was in my humble opinion at least, a vely vely vely
non-Bob McDowell “HUUUUUUUUUUUGE” deal that was going on in real
time back then in 1983, that had tentacles stretching into Atlantic
City, New York City, Washington, DC-13-600, and all the way back into
the PURGATORY (Astral-Plane) itself, AKA the Plancktime, by the CERN
LABS and inventors of the COLLIDER or (Particle Accelerator
Tunnels)!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, some of this very fucking cunt
annoying MAJOR NOISE seems to also be coming from up above me, so
this is a full blown NUKE-TRIAD NABE ASSAULT, as earlier around just
past seven and after the major cable freeze ups and utility assault
all went fucking cunt down; along came the across the hallway ILLEGAL
COUSINS bullshit with endless fucking annoying doors that went on an
hour, waking the mother fucking dead if that were possible without
DDLTT (Distant Delay Laser Trace Technology), or to put that another
way, Mizz New Jersey OLIVIA BEEGEE mahm yo, LIFE EDITING/SPLICING,
that seemed to fucking major ass fascinate the DONALD so much decades
ago while I was in my SARAH-SEARCH-MODE of unfathomable
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all merely an
opening foundation, and it will most definitely be continued as more
blogs follow onward and DOWNWARD, as the word 'upward' really does
NAUT apply to the Mountainpen, NAUT FUCKING EVER, YO ME'
BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now to open up just a wee
fucking ass bit further, the 500 MEGA-SECRET deal, me' kind
BLOGAUDIANS OF THE AATS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
same ASTRAL FAWCES that are part of a technology that Mountainpen's
Morianity calls and labels DDLTT, using LIFE-EDITING on a true cosmic
level since WE ALL IN PHYSICAL LIFE ARE RIDING THE PHOTON-WAVE OF
REALITY, and just ask any good physicist if I am NAUT correct here in
saying that, Mizz AT&T BLAKE; but they also play with another
powerful technology that appears to fascinate the GREAT ALMIGHTY
DONALD ALSO, and that being the KEYBOARDS
FROM
PETAHELL
TECH, also a name that morianity has given to this quite unpleasant
part of TRUTH in all of its embodiment, and IPYT folks. 'KFP'
is no joking matter, as it involves not only the physical-plane
technology of such things like sound-samplers, musical computers and
modern-era-keyboards, vocoder machines, and other similar devices;
BUTTERCHEESE and yes Mike Soft, a BIG ASS BUTT and but, it also is
part of what the spiritual and psychic world peeps call and label in
many cases as “THE
DREAM-WORLD”.
I of course cannot concentrate today with this horrible fucking TRUMP
NOISE ASSAULT ON ME THIS SUNDAY,
so all of this will be later explored in much greater alacrity,
detail, and elaborated elucidation, by the Mountainpen! Still, you
can all see from merely this tiny teeny wee tidbit of information
provided on this blog today and now, that things will REALLY BE
HEATING UP, and most likely even sending this entire mess by next
Tuesday afternoon, smack fucking ass dab into the FINAL
8th
RED STAR ZONE
on the great SECRETS-THERMONETER-SCALE!!!!!!!
I begged this MILITUFORCE to not push me this far, and they refused
to mother fucking cunt comply, so WOW is next week going to be the
ultimate bruiser for a whole cunt huffing lot of people out here. To
quote a dude who truly knows just who is really is, Mister
CHESTER-FRANK, YO, YO YO YO YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone
can join, and the
price is ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FREE.
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
MY
LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:
On
Blogger since January 2006
NEW
JERSEY BLOGS---2006-2011
FLORIDA
BLOGS---2012-2020
TO
ALL OLIVIA'S AND HOLLISTER'S 'EVERYWHERE':
New
Morianity “BOM” FLORIDA blogs from December of 2011:
So
why did Ultimate Fighter Sir David tell me to GO AND WASH MY HANDS,
AND WHY DID NICK CANNON GO ON TO ADVERTISE FOR THE GREAT
DISNEY-MONSTER HEADPHONES AFTER HIS DOPPELGANGER TOLD ME IN A
PARALLEL UNIVERSE TWO YEARS OR SO EARLIER, THAT MY MACHINES “MAKE
MONSTER-ASS RECORDINGS” for crying out loud?
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
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POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
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WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
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WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
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WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
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POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
This
UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking
cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY
FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN
VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL
FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it
was DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside
and inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave
non-buttered popcorn. This is a very
unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister Washington Leaders. It should
not have to be so difficult to get NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why
you all are so fucking FAT, AND LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the
place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit
squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you
assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available;
thank you very much, BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Here
is what got fucked with, and hacked; and your guess is as good as
mine, as to why this exact fucking shit was hacked.
GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.
1:39
AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013
Yes
peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID,
SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the
fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????
WELL
IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT
FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO WASH YOUR
HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I'll tell you why the car stereo was screwed with, as if you need to
know; only a powerful as usual, unnatural pile of fucking shit, is
all a part of this story. You see peeps, I fell into a light nap type
of sleep before actually going to sleep last night, and ''dreamed''
that I was quizzing GAGA KITTY, and drew an 8 card, followed by a 3
card, for a ROOT GAWNUM #83. Half an hour later, after being awake
again, I did ask why this was done to me after I had just driven out
of Mikey's driveway, and then made that right turn northbound,
heading for home back last early Sunday evening. You guessed it good
people out here, I drew an 8 card, and then I drew a 3 card, for
a PCN-835. LIKE WOW, OPRAH WINFREY 'OWNER'!!!
Funny
funny funny, huh lovely 'big-tits' Mizz Sheila Franklin, how many
peeps in the category of opinionated Mizz WFMU LISTENER-THERESE
tell me so DAMN often, that me'
blogs have no continuity, and are all scatterbrained and all over the
place,
such as was told to me by Mizz Nasty-ass personality and Egg Harbor
City, NJ resident, Terry, and friend of Ann King Silva, when we all
know that it ties together beyond perfectly, only too many powerful
fucking dirt bags out here in the world have way too much to lose
should this ever become a known fact! HACKERS FUCKED UP ME'
SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM AGAIN, SO LET ME BOOT OFF AND BACK ON AGAIN TO
FIX IT, YO!!!!!
1:39
AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013
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During
the fucking 2001 bad time in America's history, and what we all
reference as “NINE-ELEVEN” the day that the Towers in NYC fell;
caused me a very nice three week MAJOR MILITUFORCE BACK OFF.
So what exactly am I to think as far as who is doing all of this to
me since I cunt lapping left the illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY H. H. HALL
OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY at the end of January of 1973???????? just
what would you be thinking about all of this if you were me and
standing in my dick licking shoes, wonderful SIR
SHERIFF
KENNETH
J.
MASCARA, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO???
Already
rated, fucked, screwed, and porked, CUBAN CUBED, lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOTBAR=Bottom
Of The
Barrel Already
Rated!!!!
BOTBAR=Bottom
Of The
Barrel Already
Rated!!!!
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Of The
Barrel Already
Rated!!!!
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Rated!!!!
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Rated!!!!
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Rated!!!!
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Rated!!!!
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MY
MOTHER FUCKING LIFE IS ONE 'HUGE DAMN'
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And
no one gives a mother fuckiGN rats ass about why those venetian
blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into
my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK
GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me,
not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you
lovely teen-queen.
MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
WOW MOOMY DEAEST!
AND
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF WE PLEASE, TWINBAY.
Sunday,
December 6, 2015
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo; I
will never totally know,
so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a
larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box;
great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I
must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding
+++POSITIVELY+++ to terrorism,
and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist ever could,
with all their dam weapons and horror!!!!!!!!!! Let
me take this statement from two blogs back, and expound on it, in
light of our new topic with lighthouse-nightmares, given t me by the
quintessential and ultimate ''dream weaver'', the great LORDESS,
translated of course to SAR-AH! I do not know how so many people love
horror shows, and they do, even when they can relate to horror in
their own personal lives; but here is a little bit of shit straight
off of the newsy's morning truck; wonderful folks, including
Mister Miracle Man Macy-34??!!!!!
Diva
Shania,
and her colorful non dreamed
city of major song rip offs,
merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to
many truths and secrets, about both music,
and its
interaction with Mountainpen
(me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the
government, and its agencies, always side with the big superstar
people, the big
giant moguls
of the business world, the top
folks on the ladder rungs
that are nearest to the fucking cirrus clouds, and this
no way excludes the mighty and wonderful GAP United States Library Of
Congress Copyright Office,
and what they did to me in the late summer time in 1980, in favor of
Marcy
Levy and Robin Gibb,
of the great world famous superstar Gibb Brothers BEEGEE
music assholes; and their theft of my pal Tom Glenn's arrangement, on
my LOST
LOVE SONG!
Yes sir/ yes ma'am, the great and powerful (GAP) ©
OFFICE, always sides with the big wigs; and screws shit up, and even
alters documents TO
FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY FUCKING CUNT CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful
organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts
on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and
fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at
Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to
quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's
the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam
mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won't
bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fuckign
ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people
who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote
Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I
cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO
were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature;
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my
blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great
washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a
summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic
City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
great Paula
Uwich and Braxton Sisters;
you tried to tell me, and I thought all of you were fuckiGN ass nuts
back in 1998. Like
WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY!
The
'OWNER” of the friendly and helpful store, that will be all the
richer for sending peeps to Gimbel's! Good old 34th
Street, or for that matter, intersections below I-95 in Philly, at
Walker & Water! Everyone
at 'Marla-Hog-Blow' just got richer AGAIN,
huh rotten
old distant-CUZZ?
Aunt
Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about
anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur
Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a
dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway. Hang in there,
Cousin Alice, or better said perhaps, all WAYV radio stations of the
great Atlantic City, New Jersey, Sir Noose Basement Arthur!
JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!! Holy mailbox destruction, Arthur Crane
and all Arthur's all over the place; what fucking next, if I can
quote, without the bad language, the wonderful JUJU. My
mom also told me about that same thing on that truck thirteen years
later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me he was about
late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35 to me,
when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of 1983.
This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on
television that I saw, so dam often on my blogs, from 1988, called,
“UFO-THE
COVER UP”,
on WPIX,
New York City, TV,
YO!!!! Jesus Christmas Trees at Cooley, THAT
WAS THE EQUATION
all along; right Nurse
Chapel,
Doctor
Roger Corby,
and Gene
Allberries Roddenberry,
of Blucranville, of all great Incollingo's Grocery Store cup cakes,
with transdimensional ingredients???????? And so exactly why didn't
the hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me
that day for not having proper identification, during that attempted
murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran
Mysteries.
I'll bet you all a million dollars, that super
talented and wonder Mariah Carey
knows
a lot more than she will ever tell!
So
just why does me' COMCAST
CABLE
FUCK UP NOW, EVERY
SINGLE CUNT EATING TUESDAY,
THREE
WEEKS IN A ROW
NOW; oh wonderful and GREAT FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, (FBI)?
Tell my Ex-Landlord that I said high, Federal Agent from Austin Texas
back in 2009, Agent Steve Caruso. Dawn would have absolutely murdered
me if I had stayed with her all alone in that home in early middle
December of 2009, oh wonderful sir. Hopefully, you were not too much
inconvenienced by my necessary quick departure into the winter night,
allowing me to escape this horrendous witch!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT
LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA; MY COMCAST CABLE FUCKING SERVICE HAS BEEN
ACTING UP, AND NOT PROPERLY OPERATING. FOR A WEEK NOW, IT
IS FREEZING AND ACTING SCREWED UP, AND EACH DAY SEEMS TO BE WORSE;
AND THIS WEEKEND, IT IS REALLY BAD, AND I NEED TO KEEP UNPLUGGING THE
ENTIRE SYSTEM AND REBOOTING IT, TIME AFTER FUCKING CUNT TIME
JUST TO WATCH MY NORMAL TELEVISION; KIND SIR. EVERY MOTHER FUCKING
TIME THAT DONALD TRUMP HAS AN EXTRA BAD WEEK POLITICALLY, HE TAKES IT
OUT ON ME ON THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND, AS HE IS DOING NOW WITH THIS
UTILITY SHIT, NORMALLY FUCKING UP MY ENTERTAINMENT AND MY CABLE
SYSTEM, AND THIS HAS GONE ON FOR DECADES NOW. HE
EVEN ADMITS THAT IF HE IS NAUT REELECTED, OR HE IS IMPEACHED, AND
THIS IS BEING BROADCASTED ALL OVER THE ENTIRE MEDIA; THAT THE STOCK
MARKET WILL TOTALLY CRASH; AND HE IS RIGHT. HE IS THE ONE
PERSON WHO SAYS THIS UPON OCCASION, AND HE IS RIGHT. HE SHOULD KNOW
IT TOO, AS IT IS HE WHO IS PUTTING IT UP DECADE IN AND DECADE OUT,
SINCE THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT NIGHTMARE MESS ALL BEGAN AGAINST ME,
AND SO DID THIS INCREDIBLE NEARLY FOUR DECADES LONG ABSURD BULL
MARKET. HE IS THE ONE WHO USES THIS MOTHER FUCKING 'ICPE-APE-TECH',
AND HE KNOWS JUST HOW REAL IT IS THAT IF HE FAILS AND I EVER HAVE ANY
HOPE OF VINDICATION, THIS WILL RESULT IN A REAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE,
SINCE THIS ENTIRE THING IS A GIGANTIC FUCKING PARALLEL EVENT OF
ME-UP, AND THE EVIL
EMPIRE-DOWN, AND ME-DOWN, AND THE
EVIL EMPIRE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!! LAUGH ALL YOU
WANT TO ANYONE OUT HERE, BUT THE MOTHER FUCKIGN CASINO WORLD AIN'T
LAUGHING FOR A SECOND, AS THEY KNOW THAT APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT CAN
DEFEAT EVEN THEIR WORLD FAMOUS FOR CENTURIES GAME OF “ROULETTE”,
SHOULD THIS TECHNOLOGY BE PROPERLY APPLID, AS DID I FOR HALF A YEAR
BEFORE STARTING TO GAMBLE AND BECOME RECKLESS WITH IT, AND THEN LOST
AT HIS CASTLE CASINO IN LATE OCTOBER OF 1986, ALTERING MY LIFE
FOREVER AND EVER, AND JUST AS THE SONG GOES THAT I WROTE ABOUT, AND
JUST AS THE UNITED STATES OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS © KNOWS FULLY AND
COMPLETELY ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT SEEM TO POST MY BLOG
UP TO BLOGGER DOT COM SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND AM BACK ON MY WORD
DOCUMENT CONTINUING THIS BLOG NOW. EITHER THERE IS A MAJOR PROBLEM
THIS MORNING WITH THE ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT INTERNET IN THIS PART OF
THE WORKLD, OR ELSE I AM BEING MAJOR PERSONALLY FUCKING ASSAULTED BY
TRUMP AND HIS DENOMIC TEAM FROM HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Listen
peeps; whoever is really out here and making me blog count grow from
nothing into more than two hundred kay; I am shortly going to tell
you some things about MUSIC, as well as when the world was very
different, and exactly what happened that altered the entire thing,
permitting me to know when major trends are going to happen such as
the gun violence literally going into alto-orbit after the shooting
of that poor young lad half a decade or more back in time now, Mister
Treyvon Martin. What matters in all things is the SOURCE of them.
This includes everyone and everything, including world famous
celebrities or just peeps even worse off than me if one could imagine
such a surreal possibility, and those living under bridges or in
cardboard boxes on city streets. When I tell the Halloween story with
Patty
and Merry,
this is one example that I have yet to clear up entirely, but believe
this. When I tell the whole DAMN thing,Senator sir, the world will
indeed do an Aretha Franklin, and not just in prone places such as
great and awesome “CALI”, without the 'additional' 'L' and the
'O'. Many
peeps think that believing in the JRSS or thinking in ways such as
Morianity teaches, is proof of MAJOR MENTAL ILLNESS.
I will gladly fight on any battlefield even now, a sick old fucking
man; for
your right to believe that total lie and hoax,
yo! The reason that things all 'come
together'
or 'Marcucci-synchronize',
is quite simple, and it is based on goddessdamn pure unadulterated
mathematical reality. My 100th
Mortimer Mortino attack just came on me' right side at 8:10 A.M. I
keep track of both left or right passerby soundings beginning when I
wake up for the day, whenever that may be. When this many Death
Angel
hits come, I CAN KNOW WITHOUT ONE OUNCE OF FUCKING HESITATION, THAT
ALL SHIT EATING FUCKING HELL IS ALL AROUND ME, and to quote lovely
LIGHTNING
on one of the codes that SHE
gave me through my PRIVECODE
machine back in 1986,
while residing at Mister Barf-Karpf's Cherry Hell-Hill rental home,
when “Much evil and dangers are surrounding me”! SHE
told me to “lock my windows and my doors” because SHE
was unable to protect me! When even LIGHTNING
cannot protect HER
little-boy,
as SHE
calls me, this is really mother fucking bad ass shit on DAMN ass
steroids, yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BROADCASTED
BRO!!!!!!!!!!
I
will tell MIND
BLOWING FUCKING SHIT SOON,
and I will be researching how to promote me' blog and me' life story
to those seriously interested in true stories of people who are
viciously persecuted by invisible covert black-ops powerful fawces,
or interested in merely the paranormal and the alien and UFO stuff.
It is all interrelated and connected of course, but only Morianity
ties a lot of it perfectly together for the world to see. Right now,
I am getting a nasty DOOR ATTACK while doing the second half of this
blog, adding to the already miserable MILITUFORCE
ASSAULT ON ME
that began to take off late yesterday, 2-18-2020! Hey peeps, someone
out here is really mother fucking asking for a major TELL ALL
DIATRIBE, and I'll try naut to fucking disappoint a single ass soul,
yo BRRRRRRRR!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THE
ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AGREEMENTS
I
took some nasty roach attacks yesterday after it was better for a
while, and lots of strange things are going on. Also, the dirt bag
loud car music blaster (if you want to call this 'no-talented noise'
'MUSIC', came back yesterday at 3:22 in the afternoon. The real heavy
assault came shortly before that and lasted all day long, that being
a MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE ON MY FRAIL BODY, whatever the MILITUFAWCES do
to me that cause horrendous unpleasant feelings inside my body and
leaving me with wild and monstrous damn diareah. This all began in
the year 1986, and actually, BEFORE the rest of the attack did, and
that includes the other half of the HEALTH ASSAULTS ON ME, that
totally fuck up the heart rhythm and leave you feeling extremely weak
and poor. This all started at the ending part of the previous year of
1985, and it seemed to be somehow connected with a power company near
Paulsboro, NJUSAESMWG, connected with the entire wild MUFON situation
of AREA 51 and New Mexico. Something that this place was storing in
their basement where the guards needed to walk through on an hourly
basis to hit the security clock keys that prove to an insurance
company that certain areas are being routinely patrolled, was most
definitely causing this health problem that came upon me during this
time, and then seemed to slowly lead me into many other wild and very
weird crap to follow. I had a fourth straight NAUT-SO-GREAT yet naut
totally BOTBAR DAY yesterday. This all led me to say certain things
now, today. The main thing being that it is high time to make an
“ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT” in this now fourteen plus year Morianity
project. Unlike up there in the swamplands of WASH-YOUR-HANDS
WASHINGTON, DC; my
articles cannot
be voted down
by a body of totally crooked
politicians,
calling themselves a POLITICAL
PARTY,
and daring to
pretend
that they are actually
a legitimate part
of America,
and its marvelous mother fucking CONSTITUTION!
ARTICLE
1:
These
blogs have most definitely tied together sufficient dots and items
that prove that Morianity and its tale of woe from the deepest bowels
of Dogtown (HELL), are real and true in all claims, with stuff told
regarding magical things done to me, magical places such as the RPL
Sound Studio, Cooley Hall, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New
Jersey.
ARTICLE
2:
Things
done and said by my mother after the nineteen-eighties ended,
regarding not caring if she ever was a grandmother, hypothetical
daughter diatribes every time she wanted to make major points in
arguments with me, as well as things in general along those line all
throughout the nineteen-nineties, as well as her actual office
coworker Mizz Patty Hollister, all leading to the inescapable reality
of my 'secret-daughter', an agreement made between these two women a
long time ago.
ARTICLE
3:
The
absolute logic defying verification on a scientific level, that even
the cosmos itself is responding to, as well as seemingly is
inter-connected all throughout this entire mess, with the greatest
example of any of them, being the levy-Shoemaker Comet that struck
the Planet Jupiter in the summer of 1994 and shortly after my leaving
the rental home of Misses Patricia Meeker in Gibbsboro, New Jersey,
to move into the somewhat now globally famous thanx to Morianity,
“HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS” of Williamstown,
NJUSAESMWG, owned by Misses Maria Shoemaker, and following this and
directly after leaving this place for the Somerdale Death-House, all
of my Atlantic City, New Jersey excursions, on the beaches of
Atlantic city in 1997; when the Honorable Sir & 'naut yet Mayor,
Lifeguard Chief Mister Robert Levy Senior' came into the interactions
of my life or my
“MIDLIFE CRISES” life,
during that unfathomable period of time in that life, that I have
referred to then as well as ever since, as my “Search
for Sarah”.
ARTICLE
4:
The
complete and perfect tieing in and agreement, with the mighty New Age
Author's concepts and belief systems, concerning what my Morianity
has named and labeled with his name and in his honor, the James
Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, with items far too countless to name
in this Articles section now, but such as the Misses Marola of Cooley
Hall and her beyond surreal insistence and tenacity of forcing me to
come to school on a holiday, against my will, to perform a silly
little school play, on 30 May, 1969; and how this action then led me
to be in Atlantic City that same day, but at a completely different
and slightly later time than I would have otherwise been, and thus
allowing me to witness a great event on Tennessee Avenue, and that
being one of the two things spoken by the Almighty
Goddess
on this street of great wonder, that I will be proving beyond any
doubt whatsoever very shortly; has
cosmic significance,
and cannot be ignored, or
even intelligently argued by the most scientific minds on this
planet.
ARTICLE
5:
No
matter who in the world, including the great almighty American
Psychiatric Association (APA), attempts to claim that all of this is
the work and delusions of a mentally ill mind, must concede that I
have had literally dozens of people now, from Edward (Himacane)
Lynch, telling me that indeed there are some things in my life that
even he couldn't explain, and he thought he had a rational answer to
anything, to Steve Petersen the Assistant to New Jersey Federal
Congressman Andrews, in 1995 or 1996 who wrote a letter to Admiral
Perry, whom I had known from earlier times when I resided in
Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at sir Jim Wilson's dollhouse on Central
Avenue, regarding my aerial persecution and unfathomable stalking by
some unexplainable group and force who endlessly flew planes and jets
all around me morning and night, for decades of time without letup.
No one was more down to Earth, and to quote his letter to some
Republican Colleague who he had written to concerning his pal, Mark
Wayne Mohr, and I of course am speaking about my pal Sir David
Charles Roth, telling him that he was a Republican and a Churchman,
and a respectable tax paying member of the Philadelphia community,
and that these things were absolutely real and happening to me, and
that he would legally testify and witness to all of it, anywhere and
any time. Included in my list of normal and not mentally ill people
who once were alive and could vouch for me and witness for me in all
of my Morianity claims and stories, would be name recognized folks,
people within the structure of political power and law enforcement,
even though the vast majority would say otherwise, I still had a
large grouping of people who did not agree with the great
'Marola-Lottery' of going with the majority in life, in order to be
right, and her mighty words of wisdom to me that were proven totally
off base just a couple of years later down the road, when state
lotteries all began; and it was the one person of great minority who
won each day, or week, or whatever, disproving her concept of being
right by always going with the larger numbers on the arguments of
life.
ARTICLE
6:
The
incredible reality of female recording artists seemingly somehow and
for reasons totally unknown at this time still, being inter-connected
with my life, either as younger people or in present time life
situations, or in most cases, BOTH. On top of that, my pal Dave Roth
was in actual letter correspondence in the nineteen-eighties and
nineties, with a large group of them, and showed me their letters to
him, and these were top musical artists of the times,and those
letters were absolutely legitimate and real. The hugest part of
course with all of this was all happening in the very days and times
of my meeting this man at the #113 Caldor Department Store of
Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; in early November of 1985. I speak of
shortly after becoming his pal, our trip to see his musical group
peeps called, “New Shoes” in Manhattan, early in August of 1986,
and actually meeting up with a girl who was my daughter, and neither
of us had the smallest clue then. Maybe some wild stories such as
this happen to other folks from time to time, but the odds
mathematically for even a small combination of all of it, actually
happening to any one person, literally stretches into numbers that
contain forty and fifty zeros. Any top university mathematical
professor can easily verify all of this and all of these things
someday, if of course “HALLS FAWCES” as my Morianity calls them,
would allow this to ever be done, and they won't!
I
will prepare to go through ETERNITY IN HELL of course, while the
rest of you are seemingly permitted the great luxury of powering
through IT ALL. Still, these are my 6
ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AND ITS AGREEMENTS IN REALITY
that if anyone out there could and can ever dispute successfully,
PROVING ME WRONG IN ALL OF ME' CLAIMS; well great, as nothing in this
damn world, SENATOR SIR, would make me happier than to have this
done. The mighty Sir Clarence Harris, the 1997 and 1998 Assistant to
Federal-Congressman
Robert
Andrews,
said it all. He told me that HE
WAS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PROVE ME WRONG ON SOME THINGS.
He could not, and this made him literally get so damn-ass
frustrated, that
he nearly lost his mind.
This is the same great United
States Marine
who told me, shortly after Dairy
Queen Katy
messed up some things for me with him as well as me'
old singer pal Bob Andrews
whom he worked for; that if he could do it and if it were only legal,
he “would like to somehow fake my death, and THEN QUIETLY HANG
AROUND TO SEE WHO COMES AROUND TO PICK AT MY BONES”! These things
are all totally real people out here, THEY INDEED HAPPENED, and the
only folks who've tried to make it appear as if it is a lie or a hoax
or simply me' mental illness; ALL HAVE GODDAMN MAJOR PERSONAL
AGENDAS, as well as huge personal vested interests; in this 14+
year Mountainpen's Morianity,
never becoming a known and accepted part of global history, which in
my vely humble opinion Mister FCC McDowell, old pal from Cooley Hall,
most definitely needs to become a part of. I literally believe that
two things of equal importance needs to be done to keep humanity as
we know it from shortly going the way of the dinosaurs of long ago.
One is a space program project that is far better than anything we
have yet for asteroid deflection, and two is the Global unveiling of
Mountainpen's MORIANITY. If you insist that this is mental illness
coupled with major fucking delusions of grandeur; then please always
remember that I firmly and most vehemently disagree with you, and
yet simultaneously; I
would fight and die on any battlefield on this Earth-Planet, for your
right to indeed disagree with me,
and to call me all the names of 'Listener-Therese', and any others
anywhere, either on or not on the mighty WFMU-INTERNET
RADIO and their Crackpots From New Jersey.
To quote a great literary god, at least IMHO people; Mister Esolph,
and his mighty wonderful and awesome fables, “And
that's THAT”!!!!!
So to quote one other great man who is perfectly capable of knocking
just about anyone right out of their Blue Swede Shoes, Sir Atlantic
City State Police 1984 Marina Dispatcher; one really gargantuan and
HUUUUUUUUUGE “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!
Hey Chester-Frank, gimme' a 'DAMN' buzz someday if you're reading
these words, for crying out loud, yo!
1 Comments:
YOU TELL'M BROTHER, YOU FREGGIN' TELL'M, YO! I did, and now it is Halloween of 2019, like it matters.