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

CHAPTER 18

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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MONDAY MORNING

24 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING CRESCENT 1:7

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I am inches away from a BOTBAR DAY today, following Sunday's 'NON-BOT', and I used to call these type of fucking days, “BOTBUR”, meaning BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. How Dave Roth and I had some bellowing loud ass laughs back in the late nineteen-eighties, and throughout the nineteen-nineties as well; over those terms of BOTBAR and also BOTBUR. It was about as funny of course as Ziggy's trip and fall at his Central Pier Jetty in Atlantic City, the Long Island scary staircase where the family had their GREAT CHASES in the early nineteen-seventies, and my nearly 34 year interactive experience of quintessential negative activity with the MILITUFORCE, all rapped up into one HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fat ass incredible nightmare on super ass steroids, for crying out mother fucking loud!

So far, I've had weird shit on the computer as soon as I opened up the OPEN-OFFICE 3-1 program, with a weird uninvited file suddenly just appearing out of nowhere, an inability to reach a medical office and when I drove over to the place to discuss something with them, they told me that their phones are just fine and all the patients are calling through without any problems whatsoever, and no luck at my local bank on getting a financial decision on something that I was told would absolutely be available on this Monday, and now will take another one to two weeks. Also, another letter and bill from the crooked Trump-Connected Portfolio Recovery Debt Collection Agency was in me' mailbox, on a debt that is now ten years and two months old, and is ILLEGAL TO ATTEMPT TO COLLECT by any laws that I am familiar with. I forgot to mention also, that on that day that I was at the Walmart of Fort Pierce last week, I also went to the blood lab in town, Quest, and some patient just as I arrived, passed out before anything was even done to them, and this held shit up for an hour, and I had to endure a super long wait there for some simple damn ass blood work that normally takes at most, a quarter hour in and out. Here comes some heavy damn (SPACE-BAR-HACKING) on top of all these other damn things; oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

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????????????????????????

The harassing and health wrecking mother fucking CHEMTRAILS are very bad here in town today, as well, SHERIFF SIR, so look up and see what I must suffer through, and endlessly endure, on top of all of their ever-unrelenting GROUND ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE, PERPETRATED ON ME CONTINUALLY AND ENDLESSLY, SIR; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been coughing and wheezing WITH THESE POISONS ALL AROUND ME ALL 'DAMN' DAY TODAY, SENATOR SIR. Uncle Billy on that great old movie, “It's A Wonderful Life” said it all, with his great line of “Boy oh boy oh boy Georgie”!!!!!!!!!! What I don't have to mother fucking eternally suffer through, great Blogaudians, AKA Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Labbers (Lab-Technicians)!

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 WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, BIG OPRAH W.

Yessir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA of Camden County New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties; “THEY HAVE BUDDIES”, not just in the military, but in banking and financial circles that stretch way out past Wall Street and Manhattan in general, but with tentacles that go for thousands of miles, yo BRRRR!!!!!!!! Some 'DAMN' things we never forget BRAH, and that for me is absolutely one of them. I first met this dude the day after me' birthday while living at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments. His sidekick who you could relate to as either Jamie Ross, Serena Sutherland, Abbey Carmichael, Claire Kincaid, Connie Rubarosa, and other such “Law & Order” television characters, in real life; was a young gal named ADA Donna Spinosi, who treated Dave Roth and me like total crap. But unlike her, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior did work with us for some time, and he did manage to fit us into his very busy schedule of numerous law enforcement duties, relating to the Office of the District Attorney of Camden County, New Jersey. Don't ever think that there aren't zillions of other things to this story, and that I won't be telling it all as time keeps going by. Now the first character who assisted ADA Ben Stone, under the authority of D.A. Adam Schiff, in this fictional television show that even superseded Perry Mason in greatness; was Mister Paul Robinnette. I may be misspelling the name, or naut, who knows, Mizz Blake; BUTTERCHEESE and a BIG ASS BUTT and but people; when this show began, I had moved into my third and final time at the great and world established by now, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. I find Sir James Redfield and his Morianity created JRSS deal, just way too damn incredible to pass up as insane nonsense, nor the delusions of so-called magical-schizophrenic thinking. Now
I can be wrong, but then people yo, I COULD JUST AS WELL BE TOTALLY RIGHT; and you all goddamn know it too, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Sir Mike Soft, Sir BROADCASTED-BRO too, yo!!!!! So to quote Sir Chester-Frank here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!

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'YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen? So just who is the MILITUFORCE, and just why do they hate me so much, and just what about me are they so goddamn mother fuckign afraid of, that they had to dedicate THIS MUCH ENERGY AND TIME in attempting and succeeding may I add, in wiping out my entire fucking life for CRISSAKE?????? Here comes one of their fave fucking hacks here SHERIFF; the (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo yo yo kind sir!!!!!!!! Yes maybe I am a long ways from HOME back in the DAMN Purgatory yo, but Misses Marcucci, at least I am not hurting anybody for crying out loud, or even surfing the beaches of great shoreline hills with FONTY!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking hacker has just struck me with a new fucking MARGIN-HACK that is breaking up my shit into unwanted paragraphs, yo. This is just about SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR NOW! Here comes a low flying airplane outside of me' ol' fucking winder, yo, at just shy of a quarter to one this goddessdamn afternoon; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager SARAH, in the year of 1969?

“Your friends are in the shop”.

“I'm darker than you are”.

Yes, those two great sentences, and then in the coming future inverse year of 1996, where the last two digits of those twentieth century years are reversed; most definitely appear to have a magical quality to them for many powerful and awesome reasons that will all be explored in future Morianity, because the third sentence spoken from HER, PINK GODDESS, within my earshot; was spoken to me in another location, despite it being on Tennessee Avenue. This third time, in the inverse year of 1996; SHE said to me, “Let's play a game called Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Rapped up in all three of these things, is all the truth in cosmos. Why do I say that? Well, I will tell you the truth people. Because, ---------------------------------------------. I simply don't fucking know why, but I absolutely do know that it is the TRUTH.

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

Just as Lightning Goddess Diana told me inside of my mind, while I was in my bathtub one morning at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; that I could apply something called PARALLEL EVENT to the three outside betting parameters of the game of ROULETTE; and make money despite their more than five and a quarter percent legal edge or vigorish as the gambling world calls it; and some use the shortened word of house-vig or just 'VIG'; I too am being told and have been told this over and over for nearly the entire time that I have had these blogs up on the mother fucking internet. When a person totally just knows something, without any logical reason behind it; there are a selected small few who Morianity calls ENLIGHTENED peeps; that indeed realize that they need to pay close attention to these things, and naut dismiss this as crazy fucking total nonsense. On the face of it, I see the absolute absurdity, just as most of you all do, in thinking that these three groupings of words spoken by this wild interdimensional girl, who I knew from boyhood in a vacation city in America; could have some incredible significance upon which all truth everywhere and forever is all based on. But people, I KNOW THIS JUST AS SURE AS I KNOW THAT ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE, AND ALSO THAT I WENT TO COOLEY HALL, AND HAD A TEACHER NAMED MISTER MARCUCCI, WHO THE WORLD KNEW AS AN ENTIRELY OTHER ENTITY. I just know these damn things, Senator, and that is all there is to it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

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Those annoying pricks across from me are really going in and out with the damn doors again today, SENATOR. Yes who am I mother fuckign kidding, yo? THIS DAY IS ANOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN ASS TOTASL B-O-T-B-A-R, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Oh great Billy Swan and Robin Gibb, and Marcy Levy, yo! LIKE GODDESSDAMN SUPER-WOW; LOVELY OPRAH. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! Yes I sure would love to START OVER. To:

But whether or not I do, and we all know I will soon, when I find me'self back on that February of 1969 PATCO-HIGH SPEED LINE-TRAIN OF NEW JERSEY, in-between the Westmont and the Haddonfield stations, but without enough mind and will and memory to do much good about it, but still, regarding those two vely vely vely incredible women in this new-age internet photo download, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:

SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006

Think of the fifth dimensional hyperspace as a cone whose point begins at the center of you, wherever that truly is in the next higher dimension (the 6^th), and at every instant of motion, at the speed of consciousness processing, about one four-hundredth of one minute, varying maybe up to a quarter of one percent with each unique individual; and as we move out and up into the cone, we move out into the hyperspace of virtually limitless and countless parallel universe (dimensions, each containing four). As the cone remains smaller and nearer to our true WAKING-SELF here in so-called physical tangible life, the possible variances to the center point of here and now in this universe, are at their minimum. They do however continue to endlessly spread out into the cone, and the further into the cone that we would move from our true self here, we can see this as moving farther out into the more distant-hyperspace parallel worlds or realities. When we DREAM, for those who remember these things or NAUT; we move into the hyperspace, and normally, we enter this cone at our-POINT-self, and as we move out into its ever-widening dimensionality, we leave our waking 'real life' made up of totally perfectly divided by light speed squared energy-self isness of being, and we slowly venture out into the wilder and wilder, (by our here and now life perspective anyway), relatability. When we dream the crazy shit where suddenly the road becomes our mother's face, or the chairs in the room suddenly become the monkeys of a zoo, this is such a distant hyperspace locale that to us and our ability to interpret; we just basicly enter a MIND-STATIC-FIELD made up of these things, and we normally can go no farther out into the cone. But when things do not go this way, and the only difference in a dream, is maybe our home is laid out a tad bit differently, or we are married to a whole other spouse even, this is still fairly localized hyperspace in reference to us here and now. Now last night before coming awake again on Tuesday afternoon somewhere, I again, as I am frequently these days; back at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor, just a couple miles east on the White Horse Pike, of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG! This was even more major than the time several DREAMS BACK when I was with Stone's daughter Jennifer, and she was some psychic and a character quite similar to the fictional television part that she plays on her “Ghost Whisperer” show. This time, Ed Lynch (Himacane) had somehow won a lottery, or some similar thing, that allowed him to purchase a small part of Jenny's Park and construct a nice home there for himself. I am not going into any more details about this interaction experience, folks, other than to just say this much. When people either here in waking life, or nearby in extremely localized hyperspace in the cone, are thinking about me and thinking about a place or an incident or some such thing, then the lawtronics of the system above the MIND REALM (7^th dimension) automatically transfers the simulationogram-data so to speak of that, into “my dreams”. Think of all of this as a very controlled perfectly ordered LSD traveling system, all legal, all safe, and absolutely organized to function in very determinable ways every time. Now when I told that hulk-built coworker in late 1979 at my job at the Camden RPL Sound Studio about my dream of what was happening in the Shipping Department where he worked, his response due to a complete ignorance to these facts, was “Mark, you're haunted”! It is always this way. Three centuries ago if any of you were suddenly knocked back to those times holding a cellphone in your hand and got caught speaking into it, you may very well be hanged as a fucking witch. All things need to be in a proper prioritized order before they'll ever even hope to have any sense made of them by humanity in general, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

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ANYONE CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS; BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL OF MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS! This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Toronto Dominion Bank, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????

YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL, OF THE GREAT TV SHOW, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!

The mother fucking jerk off MILITUFORCE destroyed my entire fucking life, they are total fucking pigs. I no longer can listen to tapes in my car, they took that away from me, they took mike up on the fucking island away from me, and I could post a laundry list a mile long, but a more important item is of issue than just how many things I can list, and that would be the way these things all happen in a perfect timing, not once or a few times, but ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME! At a later time, I will explain this so perfectly, that anyone with a fucking heart who may read these private journals, will be fucking reduced to tears for the day, if there are any human beings left around, huh Billyeyes Crouch Kaku? I could easily list 50 things from my four fucking years in Florida and 500 items over the past decade of time which merely brings us back around the end of two thousand three. Just when Mike Patterson and I were ready to begin starting something that pertained to my Gawnum App, bing, the entire properties along Ocean Boulevard were bank short sold and everyone, every tenant, even Mike's brother, all had just a couple of days to pack up and leave. Mike was going to stay with a man he trusted, George rings, who forgot all about him and a talk they had a short while back, and just left the area for an extended trip pertaining to his school training, and without so much as notifying his so-called friend Mike, and when he got down there, he was stranded and totally fucked. When I was going to begin things with Larry and the Tall girl club, as well as the two fellows who were going to work with me on some projects with the computer, all people from Hammonton, New Jersey where I was residing then, suddenly and I cannot ever prove it, my cuzz and my daughter joined forces to slip Dawn King a bottle of magic GET OUT OF JAIL POTION, and it worked. By her getting out of jail, or rehab really, but it was mandatory rehab that if she walked out, she would have an arrest warrant automatically forcing her to complete a long prison sentence. I doubt Einstein could have planned it this well. With her gone, I was able to do two great life changing things with these two computer geeks who had befriended me, as well as with Larry, to help me in the social circle of life. Only Dawn coming back at this absolutely wrong time could throw a monkey wrench into these great plans, and how could she possibly do this against mandatory sentencing? Well she did. They gave her some potion to rub all over her skin that made it look like she had a seriously infectious skin disease. They forced her to leave the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic, and then her attorney filed motions that this was not her fault, that medical doctors were stymied and could not seem to cure the condition so why should their client be forced to suffer the consequences of a few years in prison, and when all was said and done, in middle July of 2008, boom, she was released and placed on probation, giving her a ticked to totally ruin and forever destroy what was left of my life after an already nightmare and unspeakable life that I was forced to fucking endure, with this last thing being my final hope of escaping what I now call, the HUNTINGTON CURSE. I also now now, that this curse is not something that I can ever fucking escape, and that I am mother fucking cunt eating doomed.

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The problem with a day as super fucked up as yesterday, is that the blog that tells the story, misses the details, and only has time to go straight to the full major main points and events, which is exactly what happened. I will now fill in a few blanks.

As you know I went to the repair shop yesterday and had my problems dealing with the guy who accuses me of intentionally sabotaging my own expensive machines, someone on a fixed income who needs to have a video system to pass the time, as what else do I have under this curse where not a single fucking soul wishes to be associated with me and treats me like I am the Bubonic cunt sucking plague itself. I left the shop as I said on the previous blog and bought some ice cream at the grocery store on the last day of a sale featuring their own brand, the Publix brand ice cream, which I have grown t be a major fucking fan of, since trying it in the middle autumn of 2010 when it was being sold super cheap at the place I was working, the HARVEST, and for the price of one third of the BOGO price. So I tried one and loved it, and then stuffed my entire huge freezer that I had up there at the hood-house, with 30 boxes of this, at a cost of 30 dollars, one buck each. This averaged out to be around an 85 dollar saving, and I had months of enjoyable cheap ice cream to boot. Good things like this happened a lot to me in 1969, 1980, and 1994. But all other years, for the most part, forget it, it is just one horrible day that follows another fucking monstrous wicked day , all year long.

A moron fucking child is able to see just by reading this new blog book, from where it began to present second now; that I have said things that have gotten me into some major potential trouble with my dirt bag mother fucking enemies. Ask me if I care, I say, as the shoe fits, and a spade is a spade and a rose is a rose, with or without Billy Shakespeare.

I had forgotten all about picking up my medication that I have needed to take ever since being put on it in early July somewhere in 1983, due to the sudden mysterious onslaught of my glandular unknown condition that Mike Patterson calls, an idiopathic condition, and my doctor just laughs and acts like a real butt wipe. So I went right by it and then within one minute time, maybe two, I am near to home, and this was when the car started to lurch if I gave it some start up gas at a dead stop from a traffic light and that stupid ass fucking ENGINE light came on abnd stayed on. It was not until I got home that I realized, I had forgot about picking up my needed medication, as only one more day supply remains here as of yesterday, and they were expecting me in any time to pick it up. So before I went to the repair shop on my second mother fucking trek out into the sweltering blistering torrid heat; I first stopped and got my meds at the WALGREEN PHARMACY, at Ohio Avenue and US Highway #1. When I left, and this has not happened a lot recently; a loud and very low large private airplane buzzed me, going right over me at the second I exited the door of the pharmacy heading towards my vehicle. I had already been to the local auto supply place that could not help me and now I am here at Walgreen's, and the enemy watches and has me under their total surveillance, knowing all the least little details that I fucking cunt do; as they HAVE NO LIFE OF THEIR OWN WHATSOEVER OF COURSE, and it's totally pathetic how I am such an important issue in their meager lowly fart sniffing lives. Without me to fuck with, they would have to crawl into a whole and cover it up and quit fucking cunt breathing all together, I'll guarantee it, Mister George Boxer Foreman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So this dirt bag loud low zenithing aerial vehicle goes over me to say, “HA HA you little shit”, we got you gouud, just as Keisha did with that awesome powerful arm punch, back in 1999”. What totally immature little fart sniffers and babies they all are, I actually feel sorrier than hell for them, next to hating them to the point of visualizing them cut to pieces by tons of shrapnel, hearing their screams for miles and hours, and paying them zero fucking mercy, as they have paid this to me since August 15, 1986, and really, even before, it merely worsened since this horrible fuckiGN magic date from the gates of lions and hell fire!!!! Let's start the FUCK-ING HACKS, guys, what assholes!!!

gods-gasme-games-forever!!!!!

But I accomplished what needed to be done, and got the video machine home and it is working. The meds are here also and I am all set for August with that, and see my doctor shortly as well. The car is repaired along with the DVD-CD-VCR machine, and so far this month of fucking twat sucking July, I am out $208.00 for these two repairs. I should not have had to suffer either of these expenses, everybody either screwed me, such as Radio Shack with their worthless fucking warranties, or the intentional covert black ops satellite strike on my electrical sensor switch, in my vehicle. So, I am flat fucking broke, but I will be getting my Social Security Disability money in three more days on 08/03/2014, or wait a fucking minute, I could get it Saturday or possibly as early as Friday, as when the third falls on a Sunday, as it does this month, they always pay ahead so you are not out until the fourth. Technically, the more I do a TWINBAY-ATTITUDE here, folks; I may be able to stock up with some good food as early as tomorrow, but either way, by Saturday, and also, my EBT bennies come in on the second, a measly 15 dollars, but I'll take it for one great reason. It is better than $0.00. So my tea and crackers will only last for today and possibly tomorrow, and then I will be able to stock up. I do not need a whole lot. I usually buy two times monthly and then two times for snacks and other food staples. This normally totals around $270-$350 total food costs, when my ice cream is factored in. My rent is 288, my auto insurance is 91, my phone, internet and cable averages 135. My EBT bennies are 15, and my disability is 994. So income minus expenses on average months of the year are currently as follows: 994+15=$1009.00. My car is fully paid for and mine with clear title, but does have 85,230 miles on it, a clunker by anyone's definition, and has given me its share of problems no matter how careful I am to be the little old fucking lady from Pasadena and drive it very carefully and easily, and staying current on fluids, belts, oil changes, and other normal maintenance requirements. So my expenses are merely the utility, the car insurance, and the rent, and them the food and then what is left is the miscellaneous amount to be used on what is absolutely necessary, and all other money if any, to be saved, which so far, never is reality. Enemies always fuckiGN see to that fuckiGN shit, good people, YO! HACK-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!

So 288+135+91 are the average monthly outgo expenses, and total up to an monthly average of $514.00. So $1009.00-514.00 is what remains for food and all and any miscellaneous expenses, gasoline, clothing, anything from shoelaces to a few movies at the Goodwill for 70 cents each on VHS tape. This comes to income minus outgo being just a few dollars under 500, and this is not much. Food is expensive in Florida. 200 bucks if sales are caught for most of the purchases would allow me to live almost king style, back in Jersey, here, not so much, but as with anywhere, you need to know where to go to get what, and when, and it is all one area unlike Jersey, so planning an errands route and sticking to a list and a budget, and for another third or around 300, I can pretty much do a month of foods and drinks and snacks, etcetera. So this leaves a little less than 200 as miscellaneous monies to play with, an annual $2,400.00. Looks good on a budget balance sheet, but ask me how much I have managed to mother fuckiGN save in the past year and a half since my auto loan has been fully paid off, and I'll answer you, nothing or next to nothing. If I would just take 100 of that and hide it away, it would be three and a half grand in just three years. Again, things work great on balance sheets and budget books. Reality seems to always kick the fuckiGN shit out of any positive possibility, and Twinbay and I as a result, will always remain two ships that past in the night, and never the twain shall meet, as the old nineteenth century expression would go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I tried calling a few people from where I worked at Harvest, and they never called me back. They acted as though they were my friend, put in the end; they were just more assholes. But were they, are they? This shit with babies left in cars, the way peeps are acting, the way I get treated as customers, I could make this list longer than the long fucking arm of the law, folks. It all proves that more is going on than can be known by looking at surface obvious shit, all subject to gigantic amounts of built in maya (illusion)! It is like the universe. They are 40 years from believing in Lawtronics and Space-Time-Mind. They are slowly creeping towards getting to this destination, but I did say slowly creeping, no giant leaps, no moon walks, no fast trips to the future. First, all things have a fixed length in the three dimensions we all know and live inside of, L, W, B. But Lawtronics above the time dimension, at the MIND REALM, has a law that says these lines have these lengths and this is what time is, literally, and the illusion we never can see any more than we can ever see Earth's curvature at ground level; is that these lines eventually bend down on each side under their own weight, loop around, and slam connect together into perfect endless circles. The beginning, the ending, all the in-between time, pure illusion. Taking this to the other side of the coin on understanding cosmic reality better; as we approach the speed of light in a fast ship, time slows down and all infinity would pass before you could expend infinite energy to reach that velocity. As your time slows down with acceleration, so does the cosmos time. It is fastest running at its very beginning where cosmologists call it the BIG BANG. It is slowest at the outer edges of illusion that truly bend back around in all six opposing directions into itself. The beginning of our universe had very slow time and what we might perceive as 1X-10, to the 90^th exponent second, would be like a billion years. Concentrically, as everything races away lawtronically and all the infinity void dreamers are escaping outward and away into this dream-creation, with mind energy that cosmologists call DARK ENERGY; simultaneously we all exist at void infinity beyond the Plank Astral Realm, at absolute zero dimension. So after enough dream outs, the void itself which is all that is real, pulls it all back to itself, or the dreams end and we awaken to the truth of void, only this goes on endlessly as it all was in a process long before time existed. First there was mind, then there was nothing, then there was mind realizing it existed in nothing and nothing could ever be real unless it was dreamed out or created. So gravity is true mind at the void, pulling its dreamers back into itself, and cosmologists call this DARK MATTER. MIND AT VOID IS GRAVITY or attraction force. MIND ESCAPING OUT INTO DREAMS is what is endlessly accelerating and expanding the space-time-mind fabric. But as it happens faster and faster, time eventually will slow down, and it will take forever for the expansion to cause the universe to go into a freeze or an endless expansion, as the line is fixed above time, with a start and a stop, and the lawtrons in the seventh dimension bend that line down and around on each end, via dreamers and mind, so the space and the time is a huge trickster that fools all the great minds endlessly, or maybe not. Part of the magic of Earth is that there are more than a million perfect balances that all needed to be balanced to a razors edge, each and every one. How can a million things be that perfect, unless an intelligence, the LAWTRON, is doing this? Then comes something that goes over the minds of the greatest in cosmology. Why do humans here on Earth, a planet about just less than 25000 miles in circumference, all have a conscious mind awareness to little time pieces or instants that are about 400 give or take a few, each minute? Why also is the universal speed of light able to go around this 25,000 mile world in the very same velocity, about 400 times around the planet, each and every minute, matching our mental consciousness and awareness to this reflection of time, the photon, or LIGHT? This is all a Lawtronic program of a sort. These laws are why all things are what they are all over the fifth dimensional multiverse, and why my life is the way it is too. I may hate it and curse about it morning and night, but that is tough shit for me. So it does not matter whether we are in the forward or the reverse cycle where things are closing up or blowing out. The reason it is expanding faster is because the explosion has a lot more to go, and as it goes, it will work like disinflation in the world of capitalism. Gradually it will slowly stop expanding faster. Then much further yet down the road; it will start a slow crawling reversal, but none of us will ever ever see reversals nor will we see absolute points. We exist in our smaller lines inside the larger line of cosmos. If we were seeing either direction start to get to where it would be dangerous, time would run slower and slower and slower for us endlessly, while we would not notice it. The illusion would be the reversal and change in cosmic expansion or contraction. It all loops around, and the illusion is too strong to ever be observed. The real mind blow is that in either direction, it is expanding out, as this is who we are, explorers dreaming out of the void. So in either direction, our relative perspective and viewpoint to reality surrounding us, is that things are getting larger and that it is happening faster, but eventually, if our lines were anywhere near long enough to be in a ratio with the line lengths of cosmos, it would appear to slow down and down and down, as cosmic time would be changing, producing that illusion. Just as light speed works on human travelers aboard a space ship, so does the vessel of the universe work in very similar manner. What we think was the first 5 minutes of time after the Big Bang, was billions of years the way we would feel time, should we be able to exist in that primordial soup of unfathomable temperature and pressure, which is not possible, physically. But at the plank level, in-between the void infinity and the physical hyperspace that comes into play,lays the great Astral Plane, where first Lawtronics works its magic, and then MIND forms to go on to create space-time, by a powerful lawtronic program that as I said, could no way be a coincidence of a million razor slice perfect balances so that we are all here and alive and living on Earth in 2014. 40 years ago, I was where these guys are now, and peeps were laughing. 40 years from now, they will be where I am now, hopefully, and I hopefully will have left this veil of tears, physically, as this dream for me has totally fucking sucked, at light speed squared! Just because my walls are not filled with degrees, they won't hear a word I say. That is true ignorance, not my lack of college degrees!

I will be known for that statement in 1,000 years, I promise you this; Julia White and Julia Roberts.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I plan to leave this area and will not be divulging my exact plans to a soul. I trust nobody at all!

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2020

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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!

SO HERE IS ME' COMPENSATION:

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

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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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.

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

JULY 1969

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AUGUST 1969

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DECEMBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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MARCH 1970

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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!

JANE, I HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU WITCH!!!!!

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