THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 17

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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Tony Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said in 1973, to tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home; Misses Marola, and Misses Marcucci????????????????????????

Yes Misses Marcucci, I may be “a long way from home”, as was the very late running beach man in July of 1969, right shy of the first man landing on the moon, but however you cut it all up and pound it back together, to quote Sergeant Joe Jack Web Friday here; “when we tote it all up”, it comes out as ENDLESS DOTS THAT ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THE 'DAMN' TIME, 'SENATOR', SIR. So 'one damn minute' here if we all please; Admiral FAA-TC-PERRY, and Admiral Star Trek Movie Whalespock. Gee mother loving 'mamajama' willagars, for crying out loud heredahelda and here, me' folks yo!!!!!!! And peeps say life is boring. It may totally fucking stink lads and lassies, but boring; FORGET THAT, YO BROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I think almost two hundred times around this thing is more than enough, yet quite obviously, I thought this same thing last time I sat here typing a similar blog, and yet I keep coming back to that SELF sitting on that train, and thinking, “This is where it all began, lovely Mizz Sabrina Collins. Hey put some color in your hair lady, they sold that shit in the nineteen-sixties just as they do right now in 2020, mahm! But don't scream out to the son of a LBI resident who happens to be a fictional cop-SVU-detective in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG about being a werewolf, or for that matter, “seeing one”. I know in 1983 a similar thing happened to me, but instead of me' hair turning bright white, let's follow the example here of Camden, NJUSAESMWG's great security officer, Sir Bob Schleigh, and “BE REAL”. Instead of me' hair turning white, something just as wild and fucking outlandish happened to me' “glandular system”, and to word this a bit more succinctly here, to me 'lymphatic glands deep inside me' throat; oh great and powerful and illustrious 20-20 CENCUS!!!!!! Yes, “this has gone on now as far as she fucking goes”, to quote me' mother fucking father, from the great ass Bicentennial year of 1976 while we shared an apartment at the great and infamous CARRIAGE-LAMP, on the White Horse Pike (Route-30), in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG. I believe Sir Chester-Frank Sir Shoeknockeroutter, would be uttering his great, and vely vely vely long word now of, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!

I warned the fucking MILITUFORCE to back shit off of me, and now I am planning to tell my entire story to the government, and they can then check it all out and see if I do or do naut actually have quite an incredible daughter. And they say that this is naut the great year of vision, you know, as in perfect 20-20 fucking vision. Wanna' fucking cunt cut me a break here, lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo?????????????? But yo, that's only half of the equation. The other HUUUUUUUUUGE thing I will do is create an APP that allows anyone to take ANYTHING, from roulette to any and every pattern that shows up in our lives, to simply accurately enter in the new updated data, and the program will tell you what to do next until more data is then added again, such as with roulette, and playing ONE-LONG-GAME. Wanna' push me this hard mother fucking shit eating MILITUFAWCES, well then fine and dandy candy pants and rants, because I promise that I'll be more than happy to oblige you here, PARTNA'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey lovely ass GINA-1997, did I naut warn them? Did I naut TELL THEM AND TELL THEM AND TELL THEM, and not about some silly ass arm wrestling contest for crying out goddamn loud, FONTY??? I try to cut even horrendous rotten enemies breaks, but even I have me' mother fucking limits; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm as kind and sweet as the next dirt bag you'll meet on the street, but hey Mack Katy and Katy P yo; “This is absolutely mother loving WEEDEEKAWUSS, BREEEEEEE!!!!!!! I am also quite enlightened and open minded, butTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT-but, when it comes to turning the other cheek, even our wonderful LORD only said to turn it once. After that, Sir Jesus said nothing on the subject at all. I suppose that HIS magical forgiveness number expires at some point just as the expiry dates with foods. In any case, you be your own damn judges on shit like this, me' great folksingers and me' great Microsoft Corporation FOLKS! Enlightenment and forgiveness can be overdone as well as abused. I learned that from the Christians from my own past, or at least, those professing to be followers of JESUS CHRIST, as our present times Evangelical and Televangelist phony bologna groupations. The global enlightenment and its teachings, from the endlessly persecuted mountainpen, like WO, as many young peeps might say. Yes folks and folksingers alike; I am as enlightened as it gets, but I have me' mother loving limits on just how far I plan to forgive and forget this inconceivably wicked ass MILITUFORCE. So AHA-AHA-AHA Mike MCNY!

Guess who just mother fucking totally nailed me with her ONES-GROUPATION AGAIN? You guessed the guests heredahelda and HERE, sweet adorable folksingers and FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss Rottenjane Shitpants Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit!!!!!!!!

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So yessir peeps, me' two deals for 2020 are the Census-Retaliation that I warned I'd do in late 2010 on the next Census if this shit kept on going for me with this mind fucking bending putridity, and this NEW PROGRAM APP that will literally allow anyone to kick the fuck out of the casinos, since even taking into consideration what Dave Roth said to me in 1988 regarding shooting at enemies in the dark, and striking potentially innocent targets; I know beyond any damn ass doubt, deep inside of me quite fucking instinctively; that the ATLANTIC CITY CASINOS were a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE part of my entire life's nightmare on steroids, and so I plan to retaliate against them, as well as me' vicious family who all ended me' life as I knew it, as a Jersey resident. Bad as fucking cunt shit was for me back there in NO JOYSEY, this FLORIDA shit has been three times mother fucking clit huffing worse; and I damn lost everything I had that was quite precious to me, ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, me BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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I HAVE HAD EIGHT FUCKING MAJOR DEATH ANGEL ASSAULTS NOW JUST SINCE I BEGAN THIS BLOG ABOUT AN AGO AGO; SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

JULY 1969

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SEPTEMBER 1969

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OCTOBER 1969

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DECEMBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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FEBRUARY 1970

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MARCH 1970

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Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUU, all great NYUSAESMWG eats places and their lovely waitresses. You know it's funny as all shit. Mashell Daniels married a dude, and he worked in Hellyweird, and his name matches that of the producer of that great 2009 movie. Our HUUUUUUUUUUGE debate that night at the recording studio was about IRC's or for those who may naut know what that stands for, try “mixed race marriages”, “interracial couples”, or a zillion other similar things such as these. All I did that night was say that things like this bring problems for people, and that my mom always told me that life has enough crap in it without adding more junk to our plate. No harm no fowl. She is right, and just as I thought she was wrong, poof, the WP peeps and their secret-leader Mister Trump come along, and look at where we are. And they say we can;t turn back the clock. Well Mashell, I do still thank you honey cakes, for your permission that allows me, and “entitles me to my opinion”. I meant nothing wrong at all, and was merely stating the obvious and keeping things real, so as to please me' other 'coworker' down on Jefferson Street a mile or so away, Security Officer Schleigh. So WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!! I won't lie. I believe there is a good chance that her EX could be Lee's pop. Things like this occur in me' life with such intense and incredible regularity, that NOTHING IN THE WORLD EVER SURPRISES ME ANY LONGER!!!

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That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30^th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folksingers and great folks out here in this quite mysterious globally traveling Blogaudian-ship; I think that the mind is the most incredible tool and item ever known to exist, especially when it converts off of the Purgatory and divides by C-SQ and becomes a human brain that's inside of all of us. All these more than twenty fucking years, and FINALLY, I see the truth to that night where I was watching those STAR TREK shows on their 30-YEAR anniversary in 1997, and POOF, those wild thoughts racing in me' head while looking off of where the TV set was, and onto me' venetian blinds, and then hearing for no logical reason whatsoever, “Sarah Kessel, Sarah Kessel” inside of me'; damn head. Well, I think now that these great ASTRAL-PLANE GODS just love to BLIND US ALL with their ENDLESS SILLY STUPID GAMES, and Morianity has naut ever been shy with anyone out there reading me' words, about JUST YYYYYYYYY THESE GODS/GODDESSES PLAY THEIR GAMES ANDNEED TO HAVE THEIR GAMES. It is a distraction away from the constant and continual reminder of the TIMELESSNESS OF THE PURGATORY (ASTRAL-PLANE)!!!!!!!!!!! And eventually, I may even glean some additional enlightened knowledge and wisdom of just how that particular Star Trek episode caused me' unconscious MIND to create that connection of the GODS BLINDING US WITH GAMES!!!!!!!!!!

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Arthur Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with an ax, in their sleep. What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF YOU PLEASE!!!!

Gorgeous inmate Alice Ciminelli said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick Wooooooolf's Law& Order. She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for short), “They have all the power”! Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the quintessential anti-bums. But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the power; only all the power in the prison system. The billionaire's have it all, and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon, suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie; another great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”. This sudden coming upon her, while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or how true might be a bit relative, but still; this knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious matter. It is called, MORIANITY. It finds us, we don't create or find Morianity. Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!

I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!

WHAT CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?

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There was no technology like this back in 1983, YO!!!!

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Still, being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015. But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.

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Three more fucking annoying death angels, or a total of eleven since starting this blog, have struck me now, most of them om me' right side, and only a couple on me' left side.

As I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance: Using the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was before you went.

Here is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and shit.

Lay down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews! Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.

STEP ONE OF FOUR:

You need to feel divinely blissful. In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet solitude; you must learn to daydream. Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally of course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So find something in your life that totally tops your number ten list for things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach the end of step-1, we move onto step two.

STEP TWO OF FOUR:

This is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT TEN TMES! Once you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.

STEP THREE OF FOUR:

This also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly 6 TIMES. This is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined, whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to command your astral-body to leave you and go on that imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past 3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and other situations. Once you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.

STEP FOUR OF FOUR:

This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise, will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just like all of you do. But you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR to make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self (astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point, this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility meter!

YARRRR MAITEES, MY FUCKING EARS ARE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING HAT, PATTY HOLLISTER.

So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. I CALL HER PINK GODDESS. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. Just ask the 'DAMN' © OFFICE. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already. Now let us all remain gainfully employed!

Many rotten evil pricks love to hurt people and even laugh about it, and they are members of all American political parties, so don't ever let rumors spread that Mister 'asshole Mountainpen', who drove into Fairview one night from his residence in Cinnaminson, favors either party when it comes to such things. Peeps are peeps, and we all are dirty rotten sinners who make filthy rags look clean in any real or true comparison. Still, in or out of airplanes, great robbing musical groups, or anything at all whatsoever; maybe that turn I made across the road near the famous restaurant in Fairview was somehow wrong, causing that young nasty dude to scream that out at me on that hot summer evening in middle 1984. In either case, 'HELP ME' through this willya, Gibb Brothers? My 'Livelong' Board-Game was naut invented to predict anything, merely there for purposes of fun, entertainment, and amusement. What a fucking ASSHOLE I must be. Well, that dude agreed with me on this that night near that DAMN restaurant aniwho, right yo?????? In any event, being mean, calling mean names to people, and laughing at peeps misfortunes is all a part of us lovely evil sinning human beings, right LORD JESUS, sir?

Now I admit that Thursday, a couple hours after that horrible shit in Cali, the markets went down for the day, and for all I know they were down and came up; but I don't know, and so I won't say. That is just fair, and I am fair, and play by the rules of fair, as otherwise; who would I ever be, to talk about those who don't, for crissake? But the very next day after a big drop, all the losses were made up, +++PLUS+++ nearly another hundred points of profit were gained. 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. I said after the attack a couple of weeks back, in Paris France, the very same thing. WHY IS THE DOW JONES RACING UP A THOUSAND POINTS AFTER TERRORISM, it is not normal, it goes against 150 years of trading history, and it PROVES to anyone not totally fucking brain-dead, that something is going on here, and it ain't fuckign good one little tiny ass bit, YO. It seems that WALL STREET, by its very own trading behavior, is responding favorably to terrorism. If you can argue back with me on this, then do it. Comment, you buttwipes, but if you choose not to, then I am going to assume that you agree or you are major major Milituforce Enemies to Mountainpen and Morianity. The ONLY THING THAT RATIONALLY EXPLAINS WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW AFTER TWO HORRENDOUS TERROR ATTACKS FOLLOWED BY SUPER BULL MOVING STOCKS ON FUCKING WALL STREET, is that I AM RIGHT, and that this has nothing at all to do with national, or global events; or anything that used to apply, in some real world of my NON-HELL, ever since 15 August of 1986; when my life turned a major and inconceivable Pat Robertson Hurricane Talker Cornerstone or for short, a (PRHTC) and that these moves on Wall Street are NOTHING other than what I, Mountainpen, have claimed for a solid ten years on these blogs; United States Attorney General; a technology that is super black covert hushed up majestic level top secret classified, ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, is indeed being used on poor Mark Wayne Mohr, and has been for 30 solid years; and this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a market that went from 1800 or so points, to over 18,000 or so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the time these markets were created, up through August 15, 1986. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August 15, 1986 through present times; the new-normal, as some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of our new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But still, to quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!! Someday soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be? Face reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting on some of you without your awareness to it, so that it will begin with you, as soon as I kick the Christ off. You can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or someone who you know and love will be targeted. Whoever thought in a million fuckiGN years, that we would have mass shootings more than once per day? But 2015 came in, and we are not moving towards it, but are long into it; and it is indeed more than one per day, by the definition on a mass shooting, and all of this information is Google-available, so click on folks. Don't ever take me at my word when you don't have to. The problem here is that you have to, when it comes to this ICPE-APE deal. So all I beg of you, is to honor my name by not cursing me out, when all this fuckiGN shit comes to fruition, within a decade or less; and your lives are turned into a mother fuckiGN hot ass living hell nightmare, that you'll find absolutely no recourse for, or any possible fuckiGN escape from. The fucking dirt bag Milituforce just struck me with a WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK at 10:34 Post Meridian. This is back again, Federal Bureau of Investigation, meaning that things are real fuckiGN bad and only going to get worse. I too have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN hell, kind FBI; to do profiling, statistical analysis, and much more. You guys and gals ain't the only one who the good fucking Lord handed out brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas, USA, BRO!

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 16

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 11:36 P.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 MAXIMUM-POWER 100 PERCENT, AGAINST WHOEVER IS SCANNED NOW BY YOU, THAT IS ENDLESSLY DAMAGING MY COMCAST TV SERVICE NEARLY EVERY DAY WITH ENDLESS FREEZE UPS AND PERSECUTIONS, 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

This is another WORST TIME IN FLORIDA FOLKS, and obviously President Trump needs for me TO GO THROUGH SOME THINGS really fucking badly AGAIN, knowing fully well that his cunt huffing criminal ICPE-APE-TECH will always bring him endless success and enjoyment in this life, while I am being monstrously, viciously, endlessly harassed and persecuted by him, and his thug mob from H-E-L-L, (AKA DOGTOWN) in Purgatory. When he was covering me up in the park long ago with leaves as kids, he told me that he was going to be the king someday. I told him even at the early age of seven years, that America has no king. This teenaged arrogant distant cousin of mine immediately replied back to me with, “Not until me”! Laugh all you want to, but I took it very mother fucking seriously. This has been about four straight mother fucking SUPER BOTBAR DAYS NOW, with this thug and his henchmen mob killing my poor innocent pitiful mother fucking life all to DOGTOWN!!!! All night, the Comcast freezes up and I cannot change channels. According to the Agents, the problem is showing as happening on their end, and have scheduled an appointment tomorrow for a technician to come out to repair it. I know as do all of you that any repair will only be a mother fucking temporary repair, and that I must get the hell out of this dogshit evil empire, if I am ever able to hope for any kind of a tiny bit better of a life, away from this horrific goddamn monster from the Astral-Plane's mighty BRIGGBASE, humanly known as Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the most evil and beyond sick jerk off prick that this world has ever encountered, and I tried as best as I could to forewarn people, but nobody listens to a fucking nobody!!!!!!! I knew when the electric went out while I was in my bathtub this morning, following an early pre-dawn FIRE ALARM going off before that, that this was going to be a real doozie-whopper of a super bad ass day for me, if I can quote the wonderful and ever-missed President #44 Barack Obama. Yessir peeps, to quote another fine gentleman with the physical strength of Atlas and Sampson put together, from up there in NO JOYSEY, Sir Chester-Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!

For shit to be this mother fucking bad on me, something HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE must be going on in the life of President Trump, as when he puts me through some things this heavy, I can absolutely fucking know that this indeed is what's happening. So something is most definitely up with him right now this goddamn ass week, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, and I needn't be beat up by the Queen of Ice Cream in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG, in the summer of 1997, for that to be a reality, huh Uncle Admiral Perry yo? Fontana would be quoted right about here and now with his also quite famous, “JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for crying out loud”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 5:7

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}] TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!

11:58 POST MERIDIAN

LATE THURSDAY NIGHT

20 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

GINA, GINA, GINA; I TOLD THEM, LOVELY ASS GIRL FROM 1997!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

Mike Patterson still has car issues, but he finally does have wheels, but the air conditioning system is out completely, and he barely has enough money to eat, and cannot get it fixed. He lives in Miami where the temperatures average 3-5 degrees even hotter than my town of mother fucking oven city FORT PIERCE, FLUSAESMWG! So our plans for me to see the professor in person, regarding my idea that has already been stolen in many parts, but still has some life left to kick a few tires; are endlessly on hold. WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?????? Nothing ever changes for me because the worthless mother fucking authorities refuse to help me out of this very real and living nightmare. Peeps like Ron Wirtz Senior say to me, “Prove it”, while others in Burlington County in Jersey, insist that I need to “take a drink”, as the old 1988 joke went. The Sheriff, to hear the previous PHA of Fort Pierce Resident Manager tell it, thinks I am just a deluded fucking cook. That is second hand info, but past performances pretty much guarantees future results with me, no matter how many illegal statues deny permission for businesses to entice investors with that way more than often powerful truth. No sir, nothing ever changes, shit only CONTINUES, AND CONTINUES, AND CONTINUES, AND CONTINUES! And just as Jim Burr and I had that phone fucking discussion one day, while I was residing at the vely vely mysterious in nomenclature, as well as quite illustrious without any strange changing names through the years and decades; Carriage Lamp Apartments that turned into the New York Apartments, and many other names following that name change; regarding shit just continuing endlessly with me, I swear to every mother fucking thing holy and unholy right here and now, that I could literally feel some strange HALLS-FAWCE listening in and laughing at me, and saying, “This ain't fucking twat huffing nuttin, me' bro. I was ranting on about things staying the same around me with all of this oppressive weird shit happening in me' life, and going on back then, for about maybe three or four years since leaving the COOLEY HALL. Things kept CONTINUING RIGHT ON, year in and decade out, and not one fucking shit swallowing thing has altered in the slightest bit, endlessly grinding me mother fucking down farther and farther with each tick of the endless clock!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whore-Shit Jane tried to get me again with that mother fucking screen blocker not properly blocking the screen prompt that reads out 'page eleven of eleven', only done digitally, creating a 'groupation' of four ugly mother fucking ONES. Some of you think that I curse too much. Fine. You try being me and see if you would last for a mother fucking hour or day or week or month. I know for certain ass sure you wouldn't last for a mother fucking year, not one tiny bit rational and or sane anyway, and I think you'd either off yourself or someone else, long before a fucking year would be up, yo! I'd wager that with anyone alive, any damn fucking time. But how could such a lab-experiment ever really be set up? We all know it couldn't, yo BRRRRRRRRRR!!! Mike is going to talk to someone about the Krystal's Ball APP tomorrow, or really today since now it is 12:27 A.M., on this mother fucking Friday MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING, February 21, 2020/ Yes peeps, dates like 080808, or Jane Fonda Dirthole 2011 in middle November, or 02-20-2020, ALWAYS SEEM TO CAUSE ME A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING AMOUNT OF WOMO-MILITUFORCE PERSECUTIONS, AND DISASTROUS SUPER BOTBAR DAYS. For whatever the reasons behind these mysterious OZ-curtains, this according to the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King, “IS WHAT IT IS”! The great beach bum, Mister Ziggy Malyseska back in 1969 said it just as well, with his quotation of, “That's the way it goes”, and inspiring me to write my early June song, about ten days or less after Misses Mighty Marola insisted that I do that silly ass school play on 30 May of 1969, on the holiday known as MEMORIAL DAY!!!!!!! Hey, what can I say as I am endlessly burning in fucking DOGTOWN here and yes Mike soft, heredahelda????????

Yes Misses Marcucci, I may be “a long way from home”, as was the very late running beach man in July of 1969, right shy of the first man landing on the moon, as well as the MAJOR FUCKING HACKED COMPUTER VICTIM since I just FROZE UP FOR OVER A MINUTE at 12:36 A.M., UP HERE NEARLY 51 YEARS IN THE CUNT EATING GODDAMN FUTURE WHILE POSTING THE LOOKALIKE PHOTO OF MISSES MAROLA AND MISSES MARCUCCI, HAVING THEIR DAILY TEACHERS TALK, OVER COFFEE AND SNACKS; but I can never truly be lost; because no matter where I ever could possibly mother fucking go, all I'd need to do to get me' bearings, is just sit still and wait for the endless assault on me from the MILITUFORCE. To quote the mighty Sir Dennis Snyder from Elm, NJUSAESMWG; “And that's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!

The global enlightenment and its teachings, from the endlessly persecuted mountainpen. Like WO, as many young peeps might say.

Still folks; it takes no genius mind to see the following fucking truth, as clear as a bell!!!!!

I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP. I AM UNDER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE FROM CRIMINAL MONSTER EVIL PRESIDENT DIRTBAG DONALD JOHN TRUMP.

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FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

Live Camera from a random camera within the United States

SSJKK wanted me to stay BLIND perhaps?

And no one gives a mother fucking 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”

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.

I have left a voice-mail message on my own 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, in Wash my hands, WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! WASHINGTON, DC-13-600-ALL CODES! So WEEEEEEE and WEEDEEKAWUSS, huh Chester-Frank and Kate-P???!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!! Just since I started this fucking blog, this jerk off Death Angel has passed me seven times now folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy.

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

CHAPTER 9, (CEMB-AMP)

THINGS HAVE BECOME REAL MOTHER FUCKIGN BAD FOR ME AGAIN, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, 'Moomy Deaest' and mommy, are things real mother fucking cunt sucking horrendous again, for poor little mother fucking me, YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!

These cunt lapping mother fucking enemies of mine, just won't stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, it is 24/7/365.2422.

Thursday yesterday, and Friday today, they are putting me through loud neighborhood attacks with jerk off neighbors, yesterday, the inspectors returned, telling me I had broken electrical recepticals, when I don't. Somehow the first inspectors wrote it down wrong or got the wrong apartment, and when I was with them, some nosy young slut was right out my door, a teenager, and it was all extremely annoying. Today the same nabes have been loud and annoying also. On top of that, I have decided to give up music, and leave shortly for Baghdad or Afghanistan, to work as private security in a dangerous location where the pay scale is high. This way after a few years, I can go to Americana or some other similar type of South American village or area, and live like a king, without all this mother fucking horse shit. I just cannot take this any longer.

Major fucking hacking is back, word-disappearing hacks, mouse jump hacks, and many others, along with the never ceasing space bar hacking, the fave of all word-program hackers. Brainless fucking scum bags from hell, that's all hackers are and ever were or will be, unless they are assisting the state, local, or federal government against domestic or foreign enemies and hackers, with their own hacking!

I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT, is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now, and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, and I should. It has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE IS ONE HUGE DAM

B-----O-----T-----B-----A-----R

BOTBAR=Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated!!!!

Already rated, fucked, screwed, and porked, CUBAN CUBED, lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AUGUST 11, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 4:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY-75%, IT FEELS 88 STIFLING DEGREES

AND A SUPER MOON IS OUTSIDE WATCHING OVER ME

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING DIANA, GREAT

MOON GODDESS, AND MY ETERNAL LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S-S-S-S-F, huh Steven John McGinty of 1977 Egg Harbor City, and much closer to me in Somerdale, New Jersey, 19 years in the future, when I had a lot of PAULA'S to deal with, and you said you wanted to hear the story that no one ever got to hear back on MARS. Well, you blew it 'partna'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I am glad you and Bobby Brown both loved my tune about having it made in the fucking shade with me' ol' pink lemonade. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ SURFER FONTY AND TWINBAY, QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY AND QUEEN OF UPBEAT POSITIVE ATTITUDES!!!! Go ahead and say it Mackey/Macy, do it, be men, “WOW”, there, I'll fucking do it for ya, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could type shit that tells things so big that the world would spin out of control in 24 hours, but I don't want to hit those 'Dave Roth innocent targets' that he talked of in 1988, back when he told me that I shouldn't shoot at enemies in a dark room where other innocent people may also be in. He was absolutely correct, and I know that. So who's got who, Mizz Lillian Erby from 1965?

But still, Detective Briscoe sir? If I could ever know for sure just who to really hit, I would type up every single truth and I would have it printed out and fifty copies would be printed and left at various places. But I do not know for sure just who is doing what, only that some one or some thing Captain Sir, IS IN FACT DOING THIS TO ME AND HAS RUINED MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE AND WON'T STOP UNTIL I LAU DEAD IN A CUNT LAPPING BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Atlantic City is, if nothing else, the total fucking heart of all of it all. Despite Patty Hollister, Cooley Hall, RPL, Robin Hill, or a million other places, and things, and peeps from all over the place; this one place seems to CONTINUE being the unmissable HUB to it all. So where are you when I fucking cunt need you most right now; Sir Dennis Snyder and Sir Randy Vanwarmer?

Yes Sheriff KJM sir, the very same thing that is doing all of this shit to me, and is behind the powerful OZ-CURTAINS to all of it, this magnetic nuclear reality SOUTH polarity interaction with carbon intelligence or human-life, IS ALSO MAKING RANDOMS AND LUCK SYSTEMS AND ORGANIZED IMPERSONAL MATHEMATICAL SYSTEMS LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND EVENTUALLY ALL CRASH AND BURN, but they NEVER EVER lose and crash and burn during times where this mother fucking NEGAMAGGING IS NOT BEING DONE TO ME, and this very same thing in smaller doses is in fact being carried out and done to everyone, in various smaller degrees in one way or another, and it will never ever stop, as this is the mechanics of the mother fucking cosmos and its many covert stealthy FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am on to this, and no one else on this entire mother fucking EARTH-PLANET is onto this, yo, SHERIFF SIR, and THAT sir, MAKES ME EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TO THIS CDFM (MILITUFORCE), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! I plan to join the largest fucking cunt UFO CLUB in the United States, and eventually, get them all reading my mother fucking MORIANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, B4 IT IS TOO CUNT CHEWING LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, let me explain this, as I feel that you're an intelligent man who can grasp this simple yet oh so fucking totally powerful awesome truth here, sir! I am playing in groupation a series of nine roulette spins of the wheel, and I use ordinary playing cards to create the random number outcomes. Each day, I play a 36 non-green wheel-spin outcome, or I shuffle and pick a card at random for each spin. If I use 40 cards, I remove the royal cards leaving ace-1 through ten cards, and there are an equal amount of red and black, odd and even, and low and high, with low being cards ace through 5 and high being cards 6 through 10 that I am drawing. I am not concerning myself with the house-vig green cards, or I would add in the two joker cards to give a fairly accurately simulated percentage of a real roulette game with the green-vig. Now I am playing 36 spins or four groupings of nine each, on the Astral Plane, the coins and coils use the word of GROUPATION, so I tend to follow suit, all puns not intended there, but hey, what can I say here, Jayjay Evans? Now on the past thirteen days for an example, my selections on these rows of nine groupations will show as the number of wins in the group, where my preselected choices of either R-B-O-E-L-H outside bets, either come to agree or disagree with cosmos or the following shuffle and picked card in the deck, so that if I chose H (HIGH) and it came out the 3-card or under a 6, then I lose, but if it came out an 8-card or anything over a 5, I win. So the numbers that I will now post here, are the actual amounts of wins on these 9-GROUPATIONS. Anything 4 or less is a losing groupation, and anything 5 or more is a winning groupation. I will show the four win-lose outcomes now, followed by the number of the day wince I began, starting at day 1, so this will be in parenthesis. 3-4-4-7-(1), 4-6-4-3-(2), 6-2-6-6-(3), 5-5-4-5-(4), 5-5-5-4-(5), 4-4-6-4-(6), 6-5-2-8-(7), 3-6-3-7-(8), 5-4-4-4-(9), 6-4-4-5-(10), 4-5-4-3-(11), 5-4-4-4-(12), 5-6-3-5-(13).

Now it was on DAY-11 interestingly enough, SYMBOLIC DAY OF BOTBAR AND DOOM, that this 4-day DEATH ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN, Mizz Sabrina Collins, yo! TODAY, DAY-14, and the fourth day of this TOTAL FUCKING BOTBAR STRING OF MONSTER-ASS BAD DAYS, YO; I played TWICE, or 72 rather than 36 spins or draw of the cards. This was a wipe out and a systems crash and burn. Here are the two outcomes:

3-2-4-3-(14-A), 6-7-7-5-(14-B).

Now as you can see Sheriff, the crash and burn clobber was immediately followed by the cum-back-kid DIE-NO-MIGHT Jayjay, after a whopping random selection tiny number of only 12 from 3+2+4+3 on the (14-A). Then comes (14-B) with 6+7+7+5 which gives us a huge 25. BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT, SHERIFF KJM SIR; THE ACTUAL SYSTEM BEING USED WAS AS FOLLOWS, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was playing a base bet up to stage 4 system, so in other words sir if I lose more than four groupations, or any win-lose string that is greater than a four, is a CRASH AND BURN!!!! Using the 1-2-4-8 betting units, or in Atlantic City casinos, this would mostly come out to betting 10, 20, 40, 80 dollars each spin of the wheel, and averaged over time would come out, since many times a win might come on better win:lose ratios in a groupation (grouping, in other words if you had the number 3 come out twice, and then got the number 5, you would not win back all of the losses, and concentrically, if a 4 and a 4 came out, and then you had a 7 or 7 out of nine wins in the 3^rd betting group, you would make a great deal of profit, and it all averages out as all things in mathematics do over time. But the thing that crashes and burns this system is getting four straight losses, and so I am not really betting just four groups on a day where it stops in-between, so technically, I am just starting at the very first group and then betting a base bet amount, and if it wins, this step is repeated, but if it loses, I step up the the next stage, up to stage 4, so the initial bet is number one, and then there is stage-2, stage-3, and the final stage-4. Should stage-4 crap out, it is major. As you can see, with that horrible assault this morning, abnd four straight days of total fucking death hell against me; IT DID. I had that horrible (14-A) that wiped me out, and then as if throwing a lit candle with oozing fucking wax all over my wounds, in comes the next groupation and WOW THAT, it kicks ass, only it does it at BASE-BETTING-LEVEL, or $10, which doesn't come close to the wipe out fucking losses that I sustained in the past four groupation of (14-A). In fact, making it a quick and easy read, and remembering that anything more than number-4 in a groupation string = WIPE OUT, here are the strings of groupations, from start to end, just so you can see where I got cremated, and I will show it highlighted in RED PRINT for all to mother fucking see, yo yo yo yo yo!

4-2-3-2-1-1-1-2-1-1-1-4-2-1-2-2-2-1-4-3-2-3-4-1-2-5-1-1-1----------

BUTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTT FOLKS, the come back kid happens right away in the (14-B) groupation, and the averages of the WIN:LOSE RATIO don't change hardly at all, EVEN DURING THE MOST HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKIGN SIEGES OF DEATH SUCKING BOTBAR DAYS!!! Now do you see the power of this entire nightmare mess that this planet is in, and how at any time, should these rotten fucking HALLS-FAWCES ever decide to step up the game with a lot of peeps here on the EARTH-PLANET, how monstrous shit would become for all of us overnight??????????????? If you do not see it, well, then I am sorry that your intelligence quotient is just insufficient to do that, it cannot become my problem at that point, as LORDESS KNOWS, I have sure tried as hard as I can to make this world see this shit B4 it is all absolutely too mother fucking late, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I was finishing up that paragraph from DOGTOWN ITSELF, a small cockroach crawled onto my cum-puke-her work station, and HA HA HA HA HA, I managed to kill the fucking ugly little bastard thing, yo, so WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

I know for a fact, because I lived through it, and I'm not some dumb ass fucking retard or nut case, no matter how many Listener Therese WFMU internet radio peeps say otherwise; and Atlantic City, Sarah Krassle, and the gambling casinos are all mysteriously tied together. One huge thing that I can tell you is that until 1986, the enemy had me 100%, down, oppressed, and naut downloaderChrome, Sir Mike Soft yo. They had me and I couldn't do shit sucking turd sugar about it. Then all at once, pow, I was able to use my math skills to beat their game. Powerful peeps do not like being fucking beaten by their own games, and when someone does this to them, they declare war on them forever, and the only way it can end is the mother fucking grave, theirs or mine. I know this and so do they!

END TRANSMISSION.

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 11^th, 12^{th,
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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 suddenly 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 3^rd 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 15^th 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 13^th 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 3^rd 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, 36^th 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 18^th 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!

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