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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUUUUUD.

BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT FEELING WEELWEE ROTTEN!

7:02 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY EVENING

26 MARCH, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 50

HAPPY BD, LOVELY DIANA ROSS, YO!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, MARCH 26, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING CRESCENT 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

Well, if anyone who read the past three days of the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, cannot truly see what I have had to mother fucking suffer through since AUGUST 15^th OF 1986, AND ESPECIALLY IN THIS 2020 ELECTION YEAR OF QUINTESSENTIAL DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YOU KNOW WHAT; THEN I JUST PLAIN OLD FUCKING CUNT GIVE THE CHRIST UP, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WANNA' KNOW ONE OTHER THING. I'LL TELL YA' WHETHER YOU DO OR NAUT. YOU WOULD GIVE THE FUCKING CHRIST UP TOO IF THE SHOES WERE SWITCHED BETWEEN US, SWEETIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All afternoon, these crazy enemy NABES FROM HELL-DOGTOWN, HAVE BEEN DOOR SLAMMING, FBI & ACLU; AND TOLD TO PERSECUTE ME, OBVIOUSLY. I HAVE BEEN GETTING LOTS OF CRAZY PHONE FUCKING CALLS AGAIN, MABES FROM HELL SHIT AGAIN, MAJOR UTILITY HACKS AGAIN AND COMPUTER MAJOR HACKING, AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON ANDroid0.5 ON I CAN GO, MISTER PANDORA MICROSOFT of all great games of the the gods, that mortals do “not ever need to start”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So am I so 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG' here, great illustrious United States © Copyright Office of WASH YOUR HANDS, Washington, DC???

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982

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When I tried to post my blog up at 3:57 this disafsternoon, I was STOPPED until 4:00, as the great mother fucking GOOGLE-BLOGGER giants, do naut want any of my TRUTHS and words of ultimate wisdom to hurt their PRECIOUS MERRY STOCK MARKET, HUH LOVELY MIZZ LAND OWNING NON SAND SWEEPING 1983 OPRAH WINFREY, MAHM'? These diseased pricks DID A COMCAST AND FROZE ME ALL UP as soon as I got up there to try and publish, but after the markets closed up, they released their HACK ON ME LIKE CUNT CHEWING MAGIC, OH FBI, OH ACLU, OF FLORIDA STATE POLICE, OH GREAT UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION!!!!!!! Peeps, this shit against me began in the nineteen-eighties, and give me some mother fucking credit willya' please, as I have damn managed to somehow survive their wicked ass evil shit for more than three solid cunt lapping decades now. Could any of you dare to tell me that you would survive three damn months of my ENDLESS SHIT called the HUNTINGTON CURSE????????????

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

If you think my copyright form paste-ins are fake, place your fucking mouse over the title or project number areas in the boxes, and then look at the bottom of your 'compuker' monitor screen, and see for yourselves that I don't make up mother fucking stories, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am back to getting MAJOR UTILITY HACKS AND THAT ALWAYS COMES RIGHT ALONG WITH 'STACEY JACK HACK ATTACK' CUM-PUKE-HER-HACKING AS WELL, AND THIS NORMALLY FOLLOWS THE NABES FROM HELL NOISE SHIT AS WELL, AND ALL OF THIS IS A A MAJOR HORRENDOUS PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE OF A CLIMBING DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, WHICH ANY CHILD MORON KNEW AFTER TWO STRAIGHT UP DAYS, AFTER NOT GETTING TWO STRAIGHT UP DAYS FOR SEVERAL WEEKS; THAT THIS MEANT THE BOTTOM OF THE MARKET HAD BEEN FUCKING REACHED, AND THAT 'POOR POOR NON-RONSTADT PITIFUL' MOUNTAINPEN WAS ABOUT TO NOW BE CUNT HUFFING TOTALLY CRUCIFIED; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does it take an Einstein fucking brain to see why MIZZ DIRTHOLE TOTTENASS JANE Sleazeweedsdisease is getting me over and over again, the past few days? But oh no, never fucking cunt believe old GODDAMN LIAR MISTER MOUNTAINPEN. He is just a sick psychotic deluded mentally ill schizophrenic NUTCASE!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' fucking cunt cut me a goddamn bwake here, lovely MIZZ 1985 Margie Leo from 113 Caldor Store, yo? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!

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'SOOOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane, of the 'Antinass Group Secret Society of MORE ENDLESS GREAT LIES'; WHO out here in the NON World Health Organization, has now mentally processed perhaps eight and a quarter duodecillion new ideas and concepts, after reading just my past few BOM-BLOGS for crying out mother fucking loud, yo BRO?!!!!!!!!!! I know that if I had the time, or the courage to be more honest here, as right now I AM NAUT IN A POSITION OF POWER, MIZZ ALICE SIMONELI OF 'L&O'; I would type in about five hundred mother fucking pages of BRAND NEW NON-MELANIE-SKATEKEY-WISDOM, just from re-reading me' own words from the JUST-POSTED-UP Chapter 49. I figure some of you NON-BRAIN-DEAD-PPES have to wonder a few things by now, but then, maybe as always, I am being endlessly Desire' Twinbay TOOthpaste TOO OPTIMISTIC, SIR MIKE PANDORA SOFT!

What do you say we just talk about one for right now, and leave other shit for days and times where LESS DEATH SIEGE IS SURROUNDING MY IMMEDIATE MOTHER FUCKING PROXIMITY, YO YO YO YO????!!!! I originally stated that only one obvious word could be made of what was left with our example of James Redfield's Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS) deal, as applied to the new world disaster known as the CORONA VIRUS ID# STRAIN 19. Let me print it up again.

CORONA 19

CORNWALL 19 DAYS STAYED THERE IN 1970

I made two stupid ass fucking errors. Yes I am only human as Bruce Pennock would say so often back in 1972 at Cooley Hall. He is no little dick in the mouth, yo ol' pal later becoming the great FCC Chairman-Director, Sir Bob McDowell. I thought that the word LOW was left after the black letters remained, but I was wrong, and also there was OWL which the bird may be meaningless but the same pronunciation of that word does reflect agony and pain, as in ouch or owl for short. But that as you know is ALL TOTALLY MOOT. I realized that yes there were the words of OWL and LOW, but since I screwed up and did not see another RED letter match in the comparison, I was all wrong. The only black letters left after doing the match-up are the W-LL, and this SHOWS ME SOMETHING HUUUUUUUUGE and ABSOLUTELY SUPER ASS FUCKING MAJOR. When I used to gamble in the New Jersey casinos years ago, as you all know, all professional gamblers are very familiar with the abbreviated terminology of the letters 'W' and 'L' standing for WIN or LOSE. The casinos were all just a couple of miles to the north of Cornwall Avenue in the future, and yes, for every WIN, 2 LOSSES. After applying the great fucking evil MILITUFORCE NEGAMAGGING STRATEGIES used on and against me since this hellishness took off as a result of my making that 9200 bucks profit in 1986, I never again have had the ability to do anything remotely similar since MY LUCK HAS LITERALLY BEEN BROUGHT DOWN FOREVER BY THEM, IN LONG RUN PLAYING AVERAGES, as stated, at best into the middle or higher thirties, as opposed to the human luck average of 48-52 percent in long running play. This difference is beyond gargantuan, and is why I never again have been able to make any system work, not in the casinos, and not at home with paper games. Anyone of you out here, with half a fucking brain, who cannot see this beyond powerful JRSS deal here, is more than pathetic. I won't even waste your time or mine in any attempts of further insulting any of you. I will say that I may call the fuckign police again on my 605 NABE from hell. He isn't blasting his subs but all day he and friends of his are slamming the door and making many types of ungodly loud sounds in that apartment. I carefully have checked it all out, and it is him doing this, and he HAS BEEN TOLD TO FUCK WITH ME, and I would bet a million borrowed dollars from the dangerous fucking mafia any time, to make that wager on a double or nothing value. That is how sure I am that this prick is intentionally fuckign with me TODAY, and all the days in the past too that he has fucked with me, CHIEF DIANE of the Fort Pierce Cops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If they do not tone their fucking shit down by eleven, I will be calling your station house, and this time, I will be able to sign a complaint to go into a court proceeding. I have made absolutely no sound at all, and if he says that I am making one tiny sound or have made one sound over the past three weeks, I will ask if we can both be poly fucking graphed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, as for the 19-days stayed in 1970 at the CHILLMO DUDE'S HOME ON CORNWALL AVENUE IN VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG; those two digits of a one followed by a nine show a perfect matching synchronicity, and have about a one to one-hundred chance of being just a mere random happenstance situation, and you all know it 'toothpaste TOO'!!!!! Also peeps, while re-reading my previously posted blog on the net, I WAS MERCILESSLY STRUCK WITH A VICIOUS MILITUFORCE HEALTH DESTRUCT DEATH WEAPON, sending me running to my toilet, an dyes, I had some minor mess to clean up and also had to wash out me' mother fucking pajamas yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! So it is time for a major counterstrike with me' lovely whittle MAGGIE MACHINE SYSTEM, and then when I crash shortly, I will be going on a MAJOR HOLLISTER-FASCITAR TYPE OF ASTRAL BOMBING MISSION WITH MY LIGHTNING GODDESS, TO DROP METAPHYSICAL BOMBS AT ALL OF THESE HORRIBLE HUMAN WORLD AS WELL AS ASTRAL WORLD ENEMIES ALL AROUND ME, YO YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRR!

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 THIS CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF MARCH 25 AND MARCH 26, 2020 WITH A SUPER MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND BOTBAR ASSAULT ON ME WITH THE FOLLOWING ITEMS: MAJOR ENEMY NABE #605 SIEGE, MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULT AND BOWEL DEATH WEAPON HIT, MAJOR UTILITY FREEZE UPS AND HACKS OF ALL KINDS AND TYPES, ALL TELEPHONE HARASSMENT, AND ALL FINANCIAL WORLD DOW JONES ICPE-APE ASSAULTS ON ME, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

AND SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUUUUUD.

3:23 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

26 MARCH, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER

CHAPTER 49

HAPPY BD-DAY, DIANA ROSS, YO!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, MARCH 26, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING CRESCENT 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

I am feeling the pinch just as I did back at the mother fucking skating rink in Hammonton-WAYV Berryville 'hanging in there forest fires of Paula King Pau002153196 Microsoft Corporation, back in February of 2009; oh wonderful Barack Obama, WHOM I MISS SO TERRIBLY BAD, SIR PAUL PAU002153196 MCCARTNEY!!!!!!! Oh yes, the harassing 'big-bizz' phone call harassment is back again, as are other annoying persecutions that I suffer through each time their crooked evil DOW JONES bottoms out as it did in the low eighteen-thousands and then has returned up again, JUST AS IT ALWAYS DOES because the BILLY CLUB owns the entire world and everybody is too damn cunt eating totally stupid to see the FUCKING FOREST FROM THE LOCAL TREELINE, EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This of course wipes out the little people as IT ALWAYS DOES, AND OBVIOUSLY ALWAYS WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing ever ever changes, and it never never will. I wouldn't give a fucking shit if the DJIA went up 5,000 points per day and was 300,000 points, IF I WAS NAUT BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY THEIR MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN UGLY EVIL ROTTEN SICKO DISEASED MILITUFORCE AS A DIRECT RESULT!!!!!!!!!!

All anyone ever has to do is to carefully observe in endless running long run play, and see how every time I say the DOW is going to do one thing in localized time, IT GOES DIRECTLY OPPOSITE, and this means in either direction. If I talk CRASH, it flies up. If I talk rally high, it CRASHES. Then in no time at all the world forgets the entire thing because at the end of it all, EVERY SINGLE TIME, it always just returns back to the original pattern of ENDLESSLY FLYING UP UP UP UP UP UP, AND ALWAYS AT MY EXPENSE VIA PERSECUTING AND HARASSING ME TO MY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN GRAVE; AND THIS HAS GONE ON SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, AND THIS IS WHAT MY ENTIRE BLOGS ARE ABOUT, AND THIS ALSO CONNECTS THE SECOND HUGUST DEAL IN ASLL OF THIS 100%, AND TGHAT IS NONE OTHER THAN {[(M-U-S-I-C)]}!!! So extremely cleverly, the MILITUFORCE gets to endlessly destroy my BLOG-CREDABILITY while endlessly wiping out my life, and getting their wealthy way all at the same time. I in all honesty do not know of any plan ever in the history of this planet, so cleverly endlessly carried out, and I do NAUT believe that any EARTHLY FAWCE COULD ever carry out such a long-term endless successful plan, and the saddest fucking part in all of this Mister PANDORA, is that nobody can see this with the thickest fucking mental eyeglasses ever made in the optics factory! It is beyond sad and pitiful, Mizz lovely Linda Ronstadt, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; and all great blue bays the world over, EVERYWHERE; keeping me' great merry-happy-daut in the endless loop of things, AND RIGHT WHERE IT BELONGS, BRAHHH!!! Oh Patty, oh-oh PATTY, and yes, you too lovely Donna Cifaloglio Schleigh of all incredible and unspeakable mysteries EVERYWHERE, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEE!!!!

It is 83 degrees here in fucking town as of the time I started this blog, and sunny, and as all lovers of the hotter weather would say, Florida at its best. Yesterday it was very hot, high eighties, high humidity, and feeling low nineties here in me' mother fucking town. WOW, ain't life grand; old pal and latengrate sir, David Charles Roth? As Chester-Frank might say right now if here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Speaking of being heredahelda and HERE, Mortimer Mortino is passing me on me' LEFT SIDE right now at 3:42 on this disafsternoon. Yessir great peeps out here, I have NEVER EVER BEEN SO ENDLESSLY MISERABLE AND TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUICIDAL!!!!!

All I want to quickly say for right now is thissssssss, lovely Erica from 1983, girl: This entire nightmare surrounds parallel event, music, weird inconceivable conflicting items pertaining to these two things, and also, 'Negamagging' by the filthy rotten diseased M2F scum bags coming straight from the GATES OF DOGTOWN'S QUINTESSENTIAL STENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never under value the powerhouse truths behind NEGAMAGGING and never under value the paradox of ICPE-APE-TECH and the Phillies-Flyers-Dow Jones-MUSIC phenomenon either, great people out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Microsoft, out heredahelda toothpaste TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this will be explored on a later blog VELYN VELY VELY SOON, me' ol' pal Mister McDowell of the FCC. Poor Bruce, why would you keep on calling him your little dick in the mouth, back at Cooley Hall when we all all teenagers, yo???????????????????????

The gloves come off on this blog. I AM UNDER A NASTY UTILITY HACK DEATH SIEGE, WITH BOTH THE COMPUTER AS WELL AS WITH MY COMCAST CABLE COMPANY SERVICE AGAIN. With Comcast, I have noticed that I can faithfully know that someone out there ILLEGALLY FUCKING WITH ME, does not want me watching that fantastic HISTORY CHANNEL SHOW CALLED “PROJECT-BLUEBOOK”, as this is about the fourth time now, that I got frozen fucking cunt up while watching it. Today was right at the time where the military guy went down on the submarine, and asked the Admiral not to drop depth charges. It was restored in time for me to see the start of it after a commercial break had ended, showing the final part of the show. Before even going on with this, I have switched parallel realities again. Where I used to live, I was told that the series would end last week. Here where I am seemingly switched into now, it never seemed to have happened. But this is only the very beginning of a very wild blog and a roller coaster ride that will take all of you on quite a mother fucking incredible journey, so before you go on reading, people, be bathroom prepared or you might have an accident, and also, be sitting down and don't stand up or I swear to the gods that I refuse to be responsible for anyone falling down in shock and getting injured. WOW THAT Mizz Winfrey! Hey, every goddamn time that Billionaire Club Stock Market (BCSM) flies up HUUUUGE time, POW, the MILUITUFORCE STRIKES ME REALLY MOTHER FUCKING HARD, AND EVERYBODY OUT HERE WHO FOLLOWS THIS BLOG, IN SECRET OR NOT; BELIEVES THIS ONE HUNDRED CLIT HUFFING PERCENT!!!

This assault began early on Tuesday morning when I attempted to post my prior blog up to the BLOGGER-SITE around a little past four in the morning. The goddamn site would not let it go in for whatever reason, so I took out a few things and then it worked. There was absolutely no rhyme nor reason for it to do this, any more than my cable freeze up shit that has come back recently, does have any logical reasons behind it. Yes, I have had three freeze ups and this one makes it four, in the last three days now. It goes back into normal operations after ten minutes, but it has its PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECH EFFECTS ON ME, and the mother fucking MILITUFORCE KNOWS IT TOO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 3:40 AM, ON 25 MARCH, 2020:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

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

Rotten miserable Jane mother fucking whore Notfondaheronetinybit just knocked me onto my pitiful fucking asshole, with her goddamn mother fucking ONES GROUPATION ASSAULT so now I need to major cunt phlegm rape or (compensate with my groupation of FIVE-DIGITS, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!

This is shaping up to be a REAL BAD MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, but folks, I have not yet begun to do this blog today, so hopefully it might just kick a little MILITUFORCE ass!!!

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Donald Trump as we all know, is a total prick and a horrible criminal. We all remember how he went around his Fart-a-Frog-Blow mansion in Palm Beach, Florida a while back, saying to all of his wealthy scum bag pals that he had all gathered there, “We're all a lot richer now”, right after he passed that criminal budget or tax decrease on wealthy pricks. But folks, he did a lot more than that recently. He is going around the mother fucking White House for the past few days now, saying how this stimulus thing is going to be “a blank check so that I will get all my lost monies back on hotel revenues resulting from the Corona-Virus”. He is also saying to those in his near circle, and his ROYAL DISEASED FAMILY FROM DOGTOWN, “how this stimulus will provide my billionaire pals infinite money to rebuild all of their recently lost wealth too, and there's nothing that Mz. Pelosi can do to stop me”, and he has gone on to mock her with many nasty names. I personally think this lovely wonderful lady and great Senator is one of the finest human beings who ever has walked on this planet. Trump is nothing but total filthy rotten diseased SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please Nancy Pelosi mahm, don't give into that monster. It doesn't matter if the markets crash in a few weeks or not, don't give in so that only his wealthy evil sicko pals make fortunes, while all of the rest of us suffer and slowly and very agonizingly die!!!!! I love hearing your comments, oh lovely lady, when you said 'we don't need trickle down, we need bubbling up'. That was almost as beautiful as you are, mahm!!!!!!!! Please hold firm and strong AGAINST THIS QUINTESSENTIAL EVIL AND TYRANNY IN THE UNITED STATES SENATE AND WHITE HOUSE, or this nation has had it. The markets mean nothing. All they ever reflect is the SUPER WEALTHY PEOPLE, and never any of us mere mortal pathetic SLAVES AND SERFS of endless poverty, turmoil, strife, and pitiful woe, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before doing anything else, I feel the need to make some corrections to earlier errors on recently posted blogs. Something seems to endlessly keep hacking my mind about the 1996-1997 TIME-TRAVEL-“DREAM”, where I had been taken somehow back to my old high school that I attended before Guidance Counselor Mister Jockamini had me transferred to the COOLEY HALL of Haddonfield. I was telling everyone that I CAME FROM 1997. however, this experience happened somewhere in the late spring or early summer time of 1996, in the time range of when I originally wrote that damn song, “SARAH” on the 12^th of May of that year. To this day, I keep saying that I had this experience in 1997, but it was NAUT in 1997 but 1996, and I was telling peeps at my school that I had come back into time from 1997, and I had my Saturn Automobile and inside on the front passenger seat I had what years later would be called a “TABLET” and this was stolen from me by horrible CALLIO-THUG-THIEVES, in absolute connections with the ever-present LAWTRONICALLY existing and unchanging truth that even though I was yet to meet the great McGuire in 1997 and later speak to both Sarah Callio on his bar telephone, abnd also Misses Bassler; the truth of the KALI INDIAN GODDESS, and her THUGGIES as well as the August 2 nightmare at the TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK where my mom and I were TERRORIZED by an INDIAN MAN in a lime green colored truck and our lives were threatened by him and law enforcement refused to get involved or help us in any way whatsoever; ALL WAS THERE ALL ALONG. Anyone can GOOGLE up where our present criminal word of THUG comes from. You will find KALI the Indian GODDESS and her THUGGIES or (road thieves) in those 'olden days and times'. All things endlessly dot-connect, Sir James Redfield, with your ever and always so wonderful JRSS, as Morianity has given even more fame to you with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes lovely niece of Admiral DQ Perry from also in 1997; this is quite damn ass WEEDEEKAWUSS as well, Sir Mike Soft Corp! You keep the great FIGHT SONGS going lovely girl, and I'll keep the great FIGHT BLOGS going too, and my best to your gal-pal, Mizz Hillary Clinton! I'd so love to know someday why someone shouted out 'MARK MOHR', at Hilary's 2016 Rally; lovely Katy!

So I want to amend that error that my mind continues to make over and over again. I went back from 1996 to 1968, and was telling many of my transdimensional classmates that I had come back from the year of 1997, and later on I wondered why. Well great peeps, maybe because my double (doppelganger) really did come from 1997, as after all folks, it wasn't me who went back. When we dream, we go into our many countless doubles. This has been the fundamental teachings of MORIANITY all along. We all know thissssssssssss, lovely Erica Snakes Cane, do we NAUT? At the time, the same sixteen year old teenaged Nick Cannon, was the one who was with me; and in 1996, I no more knew this dude from a big ass box of animal crackers. Still, obviously MY DOUBLE KNEW HIM. So think of it that way, folksingers, and yes, FOLKS!!!

People, the JRSS is a CODED-COSMIC admittance to a sort of corridor of knowledge and wisdom. The American Psychiatric Association or (APA) does not think of life this way, and believes that those who indeed do think such thoughts, have what they have labeled as the mental disease of Schizophrenia. They can think their way all they want to, but don't expect me to agree with them. Not when I have lived a life like mine, and this all seems to be absolutely real as well as totally reasonable. Of course, they would find the great or one of the great New-Age authors to have the mental disorder of Schizophrenia too, since Mister Redfield's great Celestine books preaches in full agreement to this, hence my naming and labeling this as the JRSS in his great honor, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Let us take the Corona Virus Strain ID#19 as a perfect example. We could discuss a thousand fucking JRSS items that I and I alone have seen major fucking JRSS-items with. The one that I opened up my previous blog with yesterday had to do with my 19 DAYS ON CORNWALL AVENUE with that horrible child molester Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG back in 1970, from the 24^th day in June through the 12^th day in July. June 24 through June 30 is 7 days, and the first 12 days of July is 12, so 7+12=19 days. Now take CORNWALL AVENUE, and compare it to the word CORONA. I will highlight with RED FONT COLOR and UNDERLINED scoring. When half of the two words being compared, or more than half is even better, MATCH UP with each other, there is always some type of a COSMIC CONNECTION. This is pure JRSS WISDOM & TRUTH, so help me GREAT PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE ALMIGHTY OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!! When I study all of this enough, I will eventually piece together how the other letters that can form only one word that I am able to see here, “LOW”, all fit even further into all of that nightmare. Believe me they do. Just because I am still knocking and seeking on doors, please don't make the mistake of ever thinking that the answer will not be forced in time to COME OUT OF DARKNESS AND INTO THE SEARCHLIGHT OF MY EARNEST SEARCH FOR TRUTHS ON THE MATTER. A force and a law that's every bit as big as gravity, perhaps even bigger, forces truths to come out when that searchlight is shined into that so-called corridor of wisdom where endless doors must eventually be opened to the seekers. Jesus our great LORD told all of us this truth, and you all need to quit listening to the APA for a fucking minute, and at least give my Morianity an honest try for a while before you chew it all up and spit it out into your goddamn fire places, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That law and force has a name, or at least one created by the Mountainpen, and that name is LAWTRONICS, me' brah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey offhand folks, what could be LOWER as in (LOW) than the life of the pitiful; fucking Mountainpen, after I left the great house of Thomas J. Reale and started my AFTER TJR LIFE on 13 July of 1970? Think of that if nothing else at all, and a huge damn Chester-Frank 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' too! Talk about the epitome of an AFTERLIFE here oh great Blogaudians out heredahelda and yes Microsoft Corporation, OUT HERE TOO and yes out here toothpaste too!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee fucking willagars for crying out louder than all dogshit squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know great people out here, there really are a whole goddamn lot of total homes in Ventnor and in Atlantic City, and yet out of all of them, oh great Bill Bixby and Musclemen of all great gyms everywhere; and some with hearing defects; but yessir, out of all the houses in both these towns, it was the one that Tom Reale owned and that he had me staying in for those 19-DAYS, that was sold 27 years later or so from 1970 when I was there, and who was it sold to? Yessir peeps, come on do you really buy this mother fuckign shit? It was sold to the great and illustrious ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, where the great SARAH CALLIO THUGGIES, and friends like PAULA KING, and the great mighty wealthy McGettigan family all own huge shares in; were a part of, and SARAH actually was employed there. Also her Aunt Victoria Callio dated Tom Reale as he was a bisexual and liked little boys as well as women, or he liked me anyway. Still, then came lifeguard pal of the great magical telephone Albright family, and I speak of the great brother of Sarah, mighty muscle dude and lifeguard right there at the SANDS HOTEL BEACH in Ventnor at CORNWALL AVENUE. Now whether or not they had any connections with the great SANDS CASINO that came to Atlantic City quite a number of years later from when I was staying there; that would be anybody's best GUEST-GUESS and with or without Deliverance-Hexagrams, Neo-Ho-Rengay Chants, Hollister Wiccan High Priestess Clubs, home address quintessential long-shot coincidences, or WASHCLOTH FAMILIES FROM DOE. And no people, not the Department Of Energy, but rather, DOE is DOGTOWN ON EARTH for Crissake!!!!!!!! How anyone sober enough to know their damn name, doesn't see how that wild EDEN DREAM in 1997 with the 27 year old PINK GODDESS, is anything other than what I believe it to be, blows my mind to its absolute ultimate epitome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before anyone counts me out as far as being the only one alive who has memory in great detail, of the timeless Purgatory; needs to see one really powerful ass point here. No movie that I am aware of, no person on any show, no internet data anywhere, seems to know of the 3-D type of condition-interaction that we exist as a part of on this Astral-Plane of ENERGY, that is in-between absolute zero dimensional void and the great and completely so far misunderstood PLANCK-TIME, right before the BIG BANG; that is using the word “BEFORE”, as if that can ever truly equate to the Astral-Plane. I also appear to be the only one who has ever seemingly figured out just what the great ASTRAL-PALNE GODS (Coins & Coils of hyper high energetic values), directly implanted into the human-brain system of one of our most famous persons on this Earth-Planet. I speak of course of the great Physicist Sir Albert Einstein. His famous formula that my daughter wanted to use to make a connection with me after I began to blog a couple of years and was still totally unaware of any past memories; shows the whole world that the physical plane and the astral plane is really the very same thing except that one becomes the other one when either multiplied by or divided by the other, as in the recognized E=MC-SQ or M=E/C-SQ. If my wisdom was not honest and complete, then how would I be the only one around and back as far as a decade plus of time ago, who knows the truth of the 3-D purg, as well as what the gods really wanted Sir Albert to become aware of. I cannot help it if the world only used half of the formula, and the half that in all truth, is not one tenth as important as the other half. But it is the opposite and inverted way that it works, that tells the truth of who we all are, and how we all got here in this life, and where we will be going 'after this life', if you all insist on using the time illusion!

Folks, please do not even think about underestimating my truth that Atlantic City in more than one dimension in hyperspace is what my woes and hellishness is all about. People wake up from DREAM-EXPERIENCES in all kinds of weird moods, and for decades now, it has been refered to many times as “waking up on the wrong side of the bed”. If for example, you should have a dream that your boss or coworker did some hideous and horrific thing to you, and awaken with that memory only half way on inside of your conscious mind recall; you will be in a heightened mood and state to act out from this, should that person here in the waking life, be unfortunate enough to start anything at all with you that you may not like, and then this could have life altering effects from losing a job and later a home, or to getting a fucking police and criminal record, and on and on I can go. You all live in the dark ages people. You in this time of 2020 dinosaur life are clueless to the true power of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. When I say that Atlantic City in hyperspace total is all the true complete reasons for my entire life here going the way that it has, you really should not underestimate for a second, the reality of the fifth dimension and the great Morianity preached, TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS of this incredible truth. Before you knew how to spell or do simple addition and subtraction, that too was every bit as foreign an idea to you as this is; and ALL OF YOU KNOW THAT I AM MAKING PERFECT SENSE HERE WITH THAT COMPARISON. The reasons that some things appear to be so strong are not just coming from one part of the space time mind system, and that is simple truth. When any of you had that rotten experience of someone around you disliking you quite intensely for absolutely no apparent reason, you must realize that the reasons may not be three and four dimensional, but rather 5^th dimensional. I had several kids back when I was in my teens and even before that who came up to me not knowing me from a pile of rat shit, saying, “Kid, I hate your guts”. That kid had good reasons to in the 5^th dimension. Not in the lesser one-universe-reality, but still, it is every bit as real. As more time goes along, we will talk about many things that are remembered by me in parallel words that pertain to Atlantic City, and some have very direct connections to here, such as in 1997 when I had that wild experience with Paula King, and then there she was after 27 fucking years, right there on Tennessee Avenue for me to drive along and see, and believe me folks; there is only one PK of ACNJ. Her size and beauty are mind boggling, and no red blooded dude could miss her on a city street, unless he carries a tin cup and a cane and has a damn dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' 'pernt' here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, is that this bible stuff where prophets have dreams and GOD supposedly has shown them how to decode the 5^th dimensional TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) of hyperspace; is one and the same thing, every bit luike the great Marvel Comic character of Clark Kent and Superman.

Folks, I plan to shortly COPYRIGHT my entire BLOG-URL. A pal of mine has shown me how to do it, and I know that I must do it. Even now, it is officially copyrighted as this is how copyrights work when the claimant makes the claim of ownership, as I have of course done throughout this blogging project that began early in January of 2006. I also plan to shortly find a cheap private-eye to help me locate PHHH, or see if she still lives here on the Earth-Planet. I know my daughter would not tell me if I asked her, and it would just be a futile waste of my time. I have my reasons for wanting to talk to her, and many people are smart enough to at least partially understand some of my methods of madness as some might call it. Now let me tell you a quick story that of course the great World Pandemic is effecting me with, and I realize that we all are going through lots of damn shit as a result of this thing so I do not in the least bit underplay the woes of other folks on me' blogs. I fully believe that the 605 Construction Company operation is a bit more complicated than what I had originally suspected, and I also believe that my pal Kev thinks he knows what he does, but like all things, none of us are as smart as we think that we are sometimes, yo. They have him totally fooled, at least IMHO. They work as a team. Dory who moved down to the 4^th floor has a unit on the south facing side of the building and her old unit where Mister Mex lives now is facing the north side, so no matter how I might try to ever slip in or out of the building by car, they can see me. One of them will always be able to spot me, and then they can easily call the other one on a cellphone and before I have walked half way across the parking lot if going out or get half way up to my apartment if coming back; the one who sees me can contact the other. This is how the music begins many times, as told on other blogs. I know Kev means well, but just as other peeps think that I am too fucking paranoid, I think that they are too trusting of people's evil rotten intentions and nature. “That”, as Ziggy Malyeska said in 1969, simply put; “is the way it goes”. Dennis Snyder could also chime in here too with his now famous, “And that's just reality, son”. In any case, lots of shit is happening and I do not discuss all of it, but will as time keeps moving ever onward in its wild physical-world illusion that in truth is only and always simply, the ETERNAL-NOW!

Governor Desantis of Florida has given the declaration just yesterday, for all seniors that are age 65 years and above, SUCH AS GOOD OL' WHITTLE ME, THE MOUNTAINPEN, to remain sheltered in place, OTHER THAN for the purposes of life's necessities, which thank the gods of the Astral-Plane, include the pharmacy and the grocery store as well as gasoline stations. I have a full tank and only fill up about once per season since I hardly ever drive anywhere, so my only two places that I may be going to within the fourteen day shelter in place deal would be the local Walgreen's and the local Publix. Both have special hours for us seniors also, and as I type, they are open at five past seven this morning. I took a short break from my blog by the way and am continuing on now with it and this is why there is a large gap in the time since I started it.

Another correction to my blog is for those who know a little bit about Citizens Band Radio of the good old days and the numerous coded expressions and handles used by the operators of this now ancient communication system after the creation of modern day Social-Media systems. I had a powerful quick dreaming interaction just last night where I was back at the Pennsylvania Starburn property headquarters, and it seemed to be continuing from where another interaction from over a year ago had left off. This is where my daughter was with me and another person was with us as well. She was holding about three large boxes of some kind of exotic cheese, and is where the stuff all began on older blogs regarding my being screwed with by the medical-world back then with medication shortages, and thus causing me to go to another pharmacy clear across this large town to the northern border of it, called Butterfields. I won't bore anyone with more detail, but Merry was askingme to do her a favor and when I asked her what it was, she told me in no uncertain terms but in a nice way and with a pleasant voice, to quit talking about and complaining about alligators and lizards when I am in Florida. The dirt bag MILITUFORCE ENEMIES just struck me with their fave-hack, the (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK), what total mother fucking jerk off ass hole pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to the BUTTERCHEESE and FAVORS, and CB-RADIO jargon, she told me that I was confusing the coded expressions used on the CB system, mixing up the Christmas and Birthday gifts. She was totally right, and speaking of the epitome of proving how 5^th dimensional hyperspace TSE is so damn real, if this doesn't show what I mean, then simply put folks, NOTHING EVER WILL!

Well I suppose that some people have figured out by now that I am not imagining the DEATH ANGEL sound. Obviously Sir Mortimer Mortino has been unusually busy for some time now, and even before the virus, getting ready for his ultimate transportation system would be one wild way of putting it. I do not imagine shit, great people no matter how many out here want to wish that to be so. But is Morty done yet? Give me a fuckign break. Trump is the biggest criminal on the planet. He is clueless to the fact that if does not carefully make sure the bell curve and domino effect of the American spread of this Cornwall 19 day HELL coded-counterpart, is not kept in much better check, up to two million AMERICAN LIVES COULD IN THEORY BE LOST, with unfathomable sickened numbers of survivors as well, and a totally wrecked economy for two straight decades. But all he cares about are HIS PALS IN THE BILLY CLUB, and we all know this, and none of us seem to be able to stand up against this quintessential tyranny. I feel that conspiracy theory nuts may not be wrong. This entire thing could really andtruly have been planned by his pals in China and HIM together, not to come to the aid of things like some white knight on a magic horse, but to forever alter America and create a two class system of NOBLES and SERFS that will go on forever, with his royal fuckign family at the top of the mountain!!! Anyone worried about that fuckign stock market is nothing but a totally ignorant fool. Things now are far beyond that stupid ass fuckign Dow Jones. I know that a few great peeps like the Majority Leader in the H.O.R., and the Minority Leader in the U.S. Senate, Pelosi and Chumer, BOTH ARE TOTALLY AWARE OF EVERYTHING I SAID; AND SEE THESE TRUTHS AS DEFINITE AND ABSOLUTE GODDAMN POSSIBILITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone out here can watch that great “Law & Order television show, and the episode with the SARS VIRUS and Mizz Anna Hopkins. This entire thing for all we know was cooked up by TRUMP and his horrible MOB from DOGTOWN, to take over the United States forever. For those who hate me for sayign these things or think I am going way too far, well, you are entitled to your opinion, and I am to mine. I did not say it has to be, but I WOULD NOT COUNT THIS OUT FOR A MINUTE, not a New York MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy, here comes my (`~HACK). WOW and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Give me a break, or cut me one anyway, Mizz Margie 1985 Leo, willya'? Come on. The entire DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION has been put on hold with this thing. Also, I told you all 6,7,8,9,10 months or more ago now, that Sir Donald won't stop at ANYTHING to win the 2020 ELECTION and I told you he is a monster straight from DOGTOWN or actually the BRIGGBASE. I wouldn't trust Donald John Trump as far as I could throw that couch that Patty Hollister picked up that day on March 1, 1975 when she and her pal Santa came over to help my mom and I move from Oaklyn to Lindenwold! In those days, couches, especially fold out bed couches, weighed between three and four hundred pounds, and ask any antique dealer or someone very knowledgeable about furniture and they'll fucking absolutely confirm my story here, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!

Let me add in one more item, and later on near future blogs, we can always get back to busting out Jim Rockford's teeth, or just elaborating on any of the subjects touched on with this blog, and the several prior ones as well. Yessir, IPYT great people, yo! Think of my horrible mother fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE like a volume knob on an older stereo amplifier, since new audio equipment is all digital with up and down remote controlled buttons, and the like. When I played professionally at the New Jersey casinos in the year 1986, using PARALLEL EVENT APPLIED TO OUTSIDE ROULETTE BETS, my average long run playing luck if actually measured and charted, was still well within the 45-55 range that any mathematician will agree is a generous wide range at best. Again I stress here that we are talking about measuring our luck in a LONG TERM RUN which means many hundreds of endlessly averaged testing results. I know for a fact, that even in the long running testing of my personal luck, AFTER THAT MAGICAL DATE OF AUGUST 15^th in 1986; THIS HUMAN CONSTANT FOR ALL PEOPLE OR JUST ABOUT ALL PEOPLE ANYWAY, ALTERED FOREVER WITH ME. My luck tests show a range of high thirties at best, year after year after year. This if done in a recognized fucking laboratory somewhere, would make me actually famous, at least in the mathematical and perhaps the medical and research labs world, all over this globe! This is why my system that I was using in 1986, WORKED, because the parallel event in the game of Roulette, with outside betting on the three possible parameters that the 36-non green numbers in the game generate; is able to generate a LONG RUNNING PLAY EVENT OF 7%, OVER THE OTHERWISE RANDOM OF 50/50 CHANCE TO WIN. So factoring in their edge or VIG as the gambling industry calls it, and this being 5.26% as a result of their HOUSE-GREEN-ZERO number or numbers; leaving the inconceivable +1.74% PLAYER ADVANTAGE. Now with the average luck that we all have, this small amount of advantage over the game, allowed me to pocket lots of gaming chips, a total of 92 of them in eight months time of consistent play and my value chips were the 100 dollar black money chips. So to stop me from being able to keep doing this, the HALLS FAWCES who know more than I do by far as their power COMES FROM BEYOND THIS GODDAMN WORLD COMPLETELY; and they used what Morianity now calls and labels, “NEGAMAGGING”. This is a term that simply means they harass and persecute a person covertly and invisibly to the point of destroying a person's entire life, and by doing this, it brings down the 45-55 LUCK AVERAGE that we all otherwise would have, and that I had, even under the Huntington Curse, before 8-15-1986. So as for the stereo volume knob, just think of this knob as the VOLUME OF MY HUNTINGTON CURSE. Now to make a little example out of this, picture before August of 1986, the curse volume knob on say, NUMBER THREE, MAYBE NUMBER 4, and then AFTER THE AUGUST OF 1986 DEAL, it got literally cranked up to maybe NUMBER 8 OR NUMBER 9. Most old seventies amps had numbers 1-10 with an off area as well as anywhere between three and eight notches between the numbers. This should as best as possible however, make my point here with this shit, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes yet another (`~HACK), WO!!!!! No sir, do not think for a fuckign second that I have not spent DECADES of time now on researching and testing and messing with all of these mathematical equations and concepts, because peeps, I goddamn have!

Trump and his peeps seem to work the same exact way and I have carefully observed and noticed these behaviors ever since he got into office in Washington. He will make sure that the important bell curve in this virus is not correctly adhered to, by lessening how many dominoes that could fall now rather than later, only he is not doing it that way, and the smart people who are onto his ways, SEE THIS AS CLEARLY AS JOHNN Y NASH SAW THE SUNSHINE IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES ANDWENT ONTO SING A SONG ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!! All he cares about is the stock market, the billionaires, and his personal fucking wealth. It is really that simple, and the MILITUFORCE is his to command. The bible has warned all of us long before he came into power. It told all about this prick, 'A' through 'Z' with nothing left to the imagination. The great asshole TBN Christian Network even had movies about him and called him Nickoli. Then they turn right around and get totally blinded by his shit and his unholy trickster secret methods of blessing the JEWS and protecting unborn babies from abortion doctors. This is one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HOAX that makes any and all balloon is 2009 look like a struck match next to an atomic fucking bomb going off. I watch and I know what will happen, because I know how to read a fucking bible, me people. It all may indeed be a giant game of the gods, but they have all the power and they insist that we take their games one hundred percent seriously. If I wasn't the one who had to clean it all up, I swear I would puke all over my room right this minute, just thinking about all of this horrible dogshit for Crissake!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes another mother fucking (`~HACK), oh wonderful ladies and gentlemen out heredahelda and OUT HERE Toothpaste AND TOO, GREAT MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alligators and hyperspace, gimme' a break here willya' Merry Butterfields Hollister?

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This blog is about 1997, and not so much about 2020 or believe it or not 1986 or 1983. 1997 was one hell of a wild year, and of course was the inverted digital year of the great last year of disco, good old 1979. But that is only a part of why 1997 was so powerful, as this is when SARAH KRASSLE chained me up forever in a very inescapable way, and even let me know it in a way that only I can fully understand. A more apropos expression for the times of today and right now, would be, in a way that only I am able to really GET. This ties into many things that WON'T be harped on with this initial opening blog on this topic, as something much more powerful, as well as quintessentially sinister, needs addressing right now, me' people!

I will be talking about the way DECADES OF CALENDAR TIME appear at least with me and in my own life, all do one common damn thing. I speak of becoming as major in a CHANGING WAY, as it is major to those who go by calendars as we humans do, and then we suddenly find ourselves seemingly quite magically transported one day, after the ball in NYC drops; into a brand new decade. Rather than continue onward with that particular item, we hold it instead in a short abeyance here, and move still onward with the topic of ATLANTIC CITY IN 5^th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. You see people yo, I am now going to admit something quite mother fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE here, TO MYSELF ACTUALLY, and then as a resulting factor of course, to all of you, me' loyal following Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been wrong on something all along, all throughout this more than fourteen year blogging project now. Maybe not so much wrong, but merely unintentionally in a circumstance of doing a very human thing, misleading myself on things that in true fact, I knew better all along and didn't want to admit it to me'self, yo BREEEEE! All along for longer than these bogs have existed actually great people out here, I thought that just plain old ATLANTIC CITY RIGHT HERE IN THIS DIMENSION, was the true and absolute heart of all of the things going on in my life, ever since very early childhood. I STAND CORRECTED BY MY OWN SELF, and the life circumstances that reared their ugly damn head for many decades, eventually bringing me to the new and revised conclusions that this philosophy and idea is only half correct. Great folks; if I do not say that the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace of MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY ATLANTIC CITY'S are not all commingled and interconnected into all of this, then I LIE TO MYSELF, and then as a result, to everyone else that I ever address, regarding my life story, unfortunately. What made me finally see this truth once and for all just yesterday, Monday the 24^th of March? Well, laugh or cry, or do whatever you wish as you read these words, anyone out there; but I can thank that horrible monster we all call the Corona Virus, Strain Identification #19. No, I won't go into the details to how this all fits so incredibly together, at least not right now; but there is a little time for me to discuss a few opening details of all of these revised concepts. Since the change of many things, along with calendar numbers, every ten years fits a lot into these relatively new ideas, I will first go on to discuss this a little bit more. Maybe some of you can relate, and maybe some do not relate, so I'll only tell a tiny bit about my own life but I'll also add in major changing events in the world as the decades changed. First, they did not all happen on the dot of New Years day of each new decade, but the change cannot be ignored even though it may be off a little bit here and there, even by several months. I was born in 1954. In 1960, my dad was about to start a job as a mobile home salesman in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When he got his position through his pal Mister Herb Moyer, he and my mom and me all moved to the neighboring area called Quakertown, and lived in one of the trailers that another friend of my dad, a Quakertown farmer who owned a lot of acreage and planted cornfields everywhere; allowed him to place the mobile home on, and I went on to begin my present persona-life as the current-me physically, in a very unusual connection and communication with a nature force that we all call “LIGHTNING”. Needless to say as the following decade-change came, incredible things appeared to be all happening that seemingly has to this day still beyond inconceivable connections with this nature force. Move to the decade after that one where I move into Robin Hill #1802 and we need not even go there to fulfill my point. Then we move to the nineties decade. Not only is the 'LOIS FOCA' song, part of a prediction into this time period that was even completely fulfilled by the hurricane named HUGO with the Atlantic City streets all filled with debris; but Paula King at this time, was already doing some wild things that I was unaware of; and she was the one whom I saw in that unfathomable DREAM, right outside the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue. Then in 2000 came the great Billy Harner MUSICAL PROJECT that was all about SARAH. 2010 speaks for itself with the great kidnapping of poor little me, by that nightmare FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS AND HOLLISTER'S. 2020, well, we are not even going to go here today, oh great ladies and gentleman out here!!!!!!!!!

Now 1997 as well as the short time era before it and after it, is a whole other matter of course. This was the year my mother was turned into a zombie on the day after Christmas. It was the year of that magical day of 12 JULY on 10-SC AVENUE in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was the year of the great TIME TRIP WITH MAGIC SHOE BOX FUTURE TABLET DEVICES. It was the year that I remembered for th every first time that on the ASTRAL-PLANE of true existence, I AM RICTAFARIUS, and I live in Ricktown with Lightning Goddess DIANA, along Astral-Highway or (LINELANE) #9910, and am here dreaming that I am inside of a physical shell-body going by the identity and name of Mark Wayne Mohr. It is the year that I met Robert McGuire, after having that horrendous wild hexagram throw on PEARL HARBOR DAY in 1996, and being given the DELIVERENCE HEXAGRAM. It is the year that after meeting that horrible monster psychic of Glendora, Mizz Paula Uwich that major damn things of a totally psychic type of nature, started happening to me. But in all of this and still lots more, we are only going to focus on one of them on this blog, and that being, the day I came out of that wild DREAM on the late morning of the 12^th of July, and ended up in Atlantic City, on Tennessee Avenue, and seeing PAULA KING, who I hadn't seen in nearly three full decades since the time we all were on a public transit bus late on the night of 12 July in 1970. Yes, the separation in time was the electrical number amount of years, from 1970 until 1997, and right to the very day. There are 365 and a quarter days to a year, so what are the odds of that, but one to three-hundred-sixty-five for crying out mother fucking loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Beautiful yo; we just got past the Jane Sleazeweedsdisease page here, and now are typing on word-dock-open-office page 12 of goddamn 12, so TEE-HEE-HEE all over again, MIZZ LILLY EVOYNE DECARLO MUNSTER!!!!!

I won't forget the 12^th day of July in 1970, nor the 12^th day in July, 27 YEARS LATER, while all grown up and living in that damn Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG DEATH HOUSE, as I have called and labeled it for over a decade now on me' MORIANITY. The first full day away from my 19-DAY stay with that child molester, Mister Thomas J. Reale on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, the town just to the south of Atlantic City, was July 13, numerically expressed as 713. Thirteen years later while residing in Atco at the Pliner rental home on Norris Avenue, my subconscious mind remembered what my waking world consciousness had totally forgotten about. On the 19^th of September in 1983, I told LIGHTNING to call me on PRIVECODE #713, and it made a gargantuan impression on my mind, and to this day, or rather until right now TODAY, I never knew why. We all know the wild story of Brian the guard-house man on duty at the then Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino, and how he told me when I arrived down at the parking lot at just past midnight on 9-20-1983, how Mizz Diana Ross had just been there, right there in the guardhouse, “waiting to speak to somebody”, and to this day he never knew that I was that somebody. I overslept and got there late and just missed her, hence my song lyrics of ERNIE sent me on a journey, too late, the end of gold fate, no matter when I show! In any case, back now to the 12^th of JULY in 1997, fourteen years later on. Yes we can forget about the wild time trips back to my high school, the wild transdimensional song that the great and talented Mizz Mariah Carey sang before the Publishers Clearinghouse Prize Patrol Truck arrived outside of my Somerdale death-house door, in that parallel world, and all of it; but let us NEVER EVER forget for one New York damn heartbeat microsecond, how I was GIVEN THAT SARAH KARGE (CIGAR) DREAM that led me down to Tennessee Avenue, 27 years after the bus ride that ended my 19-day-Cornwall Avenue stay; and how there she was, right outside of McGuire's great illustrious ALMIGHTY Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar, that lays right next door to where the great Estelle Anderson Bassler of Ormond Beach, Florida, had her great awesome Chester Perkowski BOLIVAR HOTEL that caught fire after the WORM HOLE activated one night in the very early nineteen-seventies, forever changing Tennessee Avenue, with another mighty DECADE-CHANGING reality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was the great PINK GODDESS, in that wild DREAM (hyperspace interaction) on the night of the eleventh of July in 1997, and she was standing right there, flicking cigars against the wall of the still standing Endicott Hotel. In this wild interaction, there was a STATE POLICE BARRACKS in place of McGuire's Almighty Hotel (Pittsburgh). Yes David Roth, some 'hornets nest I opened up' there in Atlantic City; huh bud???!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great big fucking HUUUUUUUUGE BIG ASS BUTT and but yo; the real power is that one particular dimension in all of the vast and virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace, seemingly contains the full truths to ALL OF THESE THINGS, and me being so damn fucking limited to this one universe of the waking world's here and now am unable to ever fully access these powerhouse truths, and of course quite obviously, is the key to breaking out of this mellenia old HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!! What I have never told a soul is that I was TOLD by PINK GODDESS through HOLLISTER-CHANNELING whom I learned of from this lovely 'witch' or 'whatever, master, mistress', back about six and seven years ago while living right here in this horrible P.H. BUILDING of all great JRSS all over the place; to rent or purchase certain video movies as more answers would be in them. But before I could, all of my damn VCR's were suddenly, and very mother fucking mysteriously broken, and no repair shop in this entire fucking cunt lapping county would repair them. This ended my being able to find those answers and secret codes, or 'WHATEVER', as my old country vocalist Sir Bob Andrews would say it back in the days of 1975, and who then became a great Federal Congressman a decade later. PINK GODDESS told me to do this, and to this day, I hope to do this someday, and I mean it. So that promise can be thought of, in the circles of CB-RADIO, and all great magic mushrooms all over the place in magical carriages and lanterns and strobing lights on Woodie Guthrie Islands, as THISSSSSSSSSS, since the time is apropos, or will be in a few damn days. All I know for sure is that I must obey my ASTRAL TEEN QUEEN, if I am to survive this HORRIBLE DAMN HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!

THE END, AND SMELLING GOUUUUUUUUD!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

3:37 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

23 MARCH, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER

CHAPTER 46

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, MARCH 23, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 7:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

I am one angry person, perhaps even madder than ever in the history of my post August-1986 RETURN TRIP FROM WHO REALLY KNOWS WHERE, and leading to the Huntington Curse going on a steroidal rampage, SQUARED, and then CUBED!!!!!!!!

The exact time that I had planned on moving and leaving Florida, as well as reestablishing my damn credit; happened to be the exact time that the world began getting crucified by this Corona Virus Pandemic hellishness. I for one, and laugh all you want to everybody out here; DON'T BELIEVE THIS IS SOME RANDOM COINCIDENCE, not by a Perry White shouting phone match with Mister Kent Henderson/Louigee LONGSHOT!!!!!!!!!!

No matter how absurd and WEEDEEKAWUSS it may sound or appear to be by anyone anywhere, I do not believe in ENDLESS AND ALWAYS NEGATIVE-FOR ME-COINCIDENCES! I just don't, and that's all there damn is to it great peeps. Then we have this goddamn incredible Republican Senate, who I can't even imagine who they really think they're fooling, attempting to take the stimulus money that hopefully will fix things in this country before all is lost forever, or for many decades at least; and give just about all of it to the RICH POWERFUL PEEPS AGAIN, in the continued operating procedures of endlessly using their beyond wicked TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMIC DISASTROUS operations of unchanging bullshit, that every non-wealthy person knows fully well is the HUGEST FUCKING CON JOB EVER INVENTED IN THIS SO-CALLED FREE SOCIETY OF THE WESTERN WORLD; and give it to every single group and person who ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T NEED TO HAVE IT, and leave out all the few deserving and needy peeps, AS ALWAYS. All that will happen is that the big boys will use it for STOCK (BUY-BACKS) and other things like personal corporate executive award-bonuses, and on and on, just as was the case in the so-called 2008-2009 economic disaster. I am not against helping the large corporate systems at all, providing a law is attached immediately that prevents this mother fucking totally abhorrent behavior, and never forces them to help out the little workers and employees, and NOT TO JUST LINE THEIR GREEDY FILTHY MONSTROUS POCKETS, AND ONLY THEIR GODDAMN POCEKTS; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

This as you all know is not a CURRENT EVENTS BLOG, but rather the Morianity Bible, and this is literally an entity that exists outside of regular time and normal day to day operations of the world that we all must physically live and exist in while contained within our bodies. But people, some things happen, that effect the author of this blog-project, in ways so gargantuan; that it is simply not possible to exclude these items. Just as the great Holy Christian Bible discusses the great Roman Governor PP, or the Emperor of Rome, or the Roman Gods, and numerous things that are part of every day society, or were back in those times. Not only can't I move away from my horrendous woes or plan anything during these incredible wild times, but I have to concern myself with other things such as my five medications that I need to take, an dhow this pandemic is effecting my ability to obtain my meds through the ALMIGHTY PHARMACEUTICAL CHAIN called the Walgreen's, my Health Maintenance Organization called Humana, and so forth. When things like this world disaster happen, other people go through lots of DOGTOWN, and I am not making light of that fact for a mother fucking goddamn New York micro-minute. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and I do mean BIG ASS BUTT AND BUT HERE FOLKS; when others are having problems, then you can know that the HALLS FAWCES that are organizing all of this evil, are also making damn sure that my woe-wiz-me's are countless times worse as a direct result! Speaking of hassles and dogshit, I am going to have to replace this computer with the updated WINDOWS-10 system, with brand new mouse and keyboard included, as this piece of shit system is making me crazy as a pile of fucking busted walnuts on a circus filled with retarded damn monkeys. I have a busted SHIFT-BAR, I have a dialogue box that pops up and annoys me every time I do anything that I always used to do without it setting it off, a fucked up mouse that causes many stupid things to happen that shouldn't, and numerous other such annoyances. I must get another computer fucking system.

Now I do not have all the details, but I have a powerful reason for saying what I now will say, or believing in its truth, to say it more accurately here. I think that someone here in Fort Pierce has been arrested for messing with the cable service (MY CABLE SERVICE) here in my building. What IS NOT ONE BIT DAMN FAIR, is that I never am allowed to meet my persecuting enemies in a court of law, and be allowed to participate in their criminal prosecution, as a witness for the people. The great pass-time for me for many years now, the TV-SHOW called (L&O), has shown me that indeed, there are secret warrants, secret courts, secret grand jury proceedings, and many covert operations that go on around us, and when a person such as myself has been targeted for decades as someone believed to be a national security threat for numerous possible reasons, there isn't squat I can ever do about my situation other than endlessly keep attempting to live and survive throughout this nightmare hell. What are the two main reasons for this belief, you may be pondering? Well number one is the strange wiring and cables strewn out all over the floor below my floor and the problem that I was having since last summer with almost daily outages and freezes all stopping after this final visitation from the Comcast Supervisor Repair Person. And number two is the parallel event and the world falling apart, since obviously everything always connects, and I have made this claim and to this very day and hour, I hold firmly and tightly to my beliefs that are based on serious mathematical equations and decades of scientific charting and laboratory research on the matter of how I appear to be in this endless reverse to the wealthy billionaire's economy of the Scott Ransom Tod Realty 1988 Car-Bug CLUB! Unlike many peeps of the Marola-Majority from 1969 my people, I NON'T DENY REALITY, just because it seems to be the epitome of weird and irrational. If Mizz Zenkiss's statement to Mister Smith is on that damn blackboard, with or without any assists from my daughter and her Hollywood math teacher; then to quote the great and now late or the LATENGRATE Mizz Dawn-Marie King here folks, yo; “It is what it is”! And that's just reality, son; to quote the mighty man of Elm, New Jersey wisdom, Sir Dennis Snyder!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Waterwitchbitch; you missed me again, by the thin single mucousy hair of the nose, with your page eleven ONE GROUPATION ASSAULT. Still, me' five's will be posted up just for goddamn posterity, yo!

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WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join, and the price is ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FREE. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project:

MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:

http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/

On Blogger since January 2006

NEW JERSEY BLOGS---2006-2011

FLORIDA BLOGS---2012-2020

TO ALL OLIVIA'S AND HOLLISTER'S 'EVERYWHERE':

New Morianity “BOM” FLORIDA blogs from December of 2011:

www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com

So why did Ultimate Fighter Sir David tell me to GO AND WASH MY HANDS, AND WHY DID NICK CANNON GO ON TO ADVERTISE FOR THE GREAT DISNEY-MONSTER HEADPHONES AFTER HIS DOPPELGANGER TOLD ME IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE TWO YEARS OR SO EARLIER, THAT MY MACHINES “MAKE MONSTER-ASS RECORDINGS” for crying out loud?

GO WASH YOUR HANDS

10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013

4:27 ANTE' MERIDIAN, 23 MARCH, 2020

hay yo, it's all the same reality of the eternal now.

I could type in 7:12 AM, 30 MAY, 2084.

The problem with the eternal now is that it is as real as your arm. However, your arm is only as real as the eternal now. No matter where in time we are, you all know I do not make up a lie or a nutty story when I say it is RIGHT NOW. When you say next year or next week or tomorrow, that date and time comes around and you no longer see it as something away from you in some untouchable future. We see evidence of how buildings in our cities change throughout the years and how we change in the mirror as well. Many people wish they DID NOT SEE THAT, but we all do see it. Things seem to wear old, get old, and lose heat and energy. Scientists say that this entropy causes the aging effects, but this is a lie and a huge damn illusion. We touch our desk or our phone or our self, and we feel the solidity of things. More damn lies and illusion that our five senses insist on deceiving us with. In truth, everything is made up of tiny little ion particles that glitter and roll around and are all held tightly together in a magnetic field. The thing we seem to feel AS SOLID, is the electromagnetic field, not the object that we touch. That brick wall in your home is a mass of glowing ions held together by 'magical forces' that no one truly understands, not the greatest minds on this damn planet. With each passing miniscule piece of fractional time seconds that I call 'instants in consciousness' or IIC for short; all that is really truly happening is a tiny wee bit more of memory suddenly interconnects the energy in our brain systems. This produces the illusion that yesterday is now a little bit further back away from where we truly are now, supposedly. And in this eternal now, exists a quite magical virtually limitless menu of possible menu-choice new connections to be added into our brain's interconnected system. We literally pluck out piece by piece, the items of our life from sort of a very near term menu of choices. The details to how this actually exists in a fifth dimensional fabric, accessed only through a greater part of the mind or the subconscious mind (in dreams), is way beyond anything that I could hope to attempt to communicate to humanity about on one or even one million blogs. For now, I say only this, and I will now at total random, copy and paste in THISSSSSSSSSS too, lovely Erica, as all dots endlessly connect. Redfield's great JRSS deal that his gr4eat Celestine books discuss in greater length and detail, is all about how the Lawtronic System of the 7^th Dimension, incorporates any true desiring person for wisdom on any matter, to actually open up a sort of long corridor where almost endless doors stretch up and down along it, and then we can begin to open them up and explore the many possibilities of things for ourselves. Nobody can ever teach us things such as what pain is, or what the color purple is. You have to have those personal damn experiences all for yourselves. Even the COVID 19 crap. We all will experience this item as well, in many different ways. There is no hidden message or code here in my words, merely straight up motherfucking truths, yo peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0481

KING NEBNOOSHOO HUNTINGTONCURSED

YES I AGREE, “WHAT A FAMILY”

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE:

(DATFILE): CH-0481-071912.841.5555555555

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

“MANY PEOPLE SAY FUCK THE WORLD, WOW DO I MEAN IT”

VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH, WITH FULL PENALTIES, TAKEN BY ME AND DOUBLING AS SJ-CH-0481

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Today and yesterday folks, has not been one of my better '48 hours' or two-day-Earth rotation periods, or DAYS, resulting from WOMO ENEMY death beams, and also neighborhood attacks of various forms. Things could be worse, Lenny McKinnon and other career related folks, but with all of my glittering hopes for a brighter future now totally shattered away, I will say this much. At least I have made plans for a quiet quick suicide shortly, and if it takes, then the world will finally be rid of fucking me; once and for all. B4I do this, things will begin being told, all the way from the mighty Atlantic City, New Jersey, as well as shady Washburn Washcloth Mayors, and advice given to young ladies by me, upon several occasions; going all the way to wondering if the 'big three', could be the 'big four', and why this does not also explain my attachment to Bernie Super-dad DAG Derakowski, the lousy janitor of both permission barriers, as well as all other sociological barriers, and anyone not following the great stuff on H2 or Science Channels, is missing out on some real powerful stuff, that in time, I feel just might totally vindicate me, and all of my Morianity; and allow me to force Jason Forrest and WFMU, to remove my horns from the internet, and my tin foil hat as well. Kiss my 90% white and 10% black ass, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Florida has had a lot of kids killing their parents recently, so it makes me wonder if some huge thing is not about to go down???????????? After-all, I had 46 other states to choose from in the CUSA, in the middle of December of 2009, Misses Marola, who I do not think called me that day, any longer. Help me Saint Augustine Austoria Sigmund!!!!!!!!!! Well Pope, you are the one person on the planet, who I know has super ass clout, and knows this blog is not phony, and could indeed alter the course of Planet Earth overnight; if you ever released to the world, what you found out some time back; and yes, say hello to Harry-O for me in your next 'prayer sessions', please, your M. Where have YOU gone Nina, YO, where has Pops gone, cursing Pinky? That road called 95 frightens the hell out of me, and for good reason. It is more than a drug pipeline, it is THEE ''''''PIPE'''''' line, Mister Jane. WOW.

EXPLORATRONS

AND DID I HAPPEN TO MENTION, L4, AND ALL OTHER M, L, & I,

EXPLORATRONS?????????????????

The second I turn on the computer, on goes the sound next door. This has not happened in weeks, as my neighbor has been away for weeks, but as soon as he comes back, not in 3 days, not in 1 day, but immediately folks, there it starts. I must be so mother fucking important to this cock sucking world. All day, in and out doors, not real loud slams, but yes, doors, doors, and doors. All I need is Black Sabbath, the Grateful Dead, and MAMA AND PAPA, huh? Well Bruce Walter, that evening in 07041966, where you chased me into a window, I guess that all of that, just needed to happen too.

All night long last night, my younger daughter was with me, PEE. We were at a home someplace, and in a parallel universe like nothing I ever experienced. We were living high on a mountain top inside a huge mansion, and the entire Washcloth Family or THAT FAMILY or TAWF was all there. I shared a room with my daughter PEE, and she was always busy studying lots of very thick books. There were no computers in that world of reality. When I mentioned them, peeps thought I was totally a tin foil hat job, so I quickly just kept my mouth shut. Pee did tell me a few wild things, but before she did, she was moving 500 pound objects around as if they weighed 20 pounds. She is so powerful, and a real beyond awesome beautiful giant, in all realities; or so it seems. She had invented something, but remember she invented things in other parallel universes that relate to the computer industry, and since no computers existed there, this invention had to do with directing and channeling sub atomic particles into what is known as an STMCC, or Space-Time-Mind Controlled Configuration. Basically and totally in a nut shell, an STMCC system, allows anyone to attach to it, any kind of electronic system, that turns the voice into electrical energy, be it a radio, or a telephone, or a tape recorder, or what have you; and when it reaches the ordinate B-side after 'crossing-over' this wild invention on a closed circuit short distance signal, from its A-side abscissa point, as the word coordinate comes from the A-point and the B-point connecting together or the abscissa and ordinate points making connections; and anyone can tell the Astral Plane, how to behave, to some limited point; despite existing inside of a dream state or dream-down off of there, into this multi-dimensional hyperspace of basically virtually unlimited parallel universes of 4-D space-time. TALK ABOUT EXPLORATRONS, a super loud motor bike just gunned and throttled by my window, resulting from nothing less than WOMO exploratronic dream control. Yes, did I recently say,

EXPLORATRONS, again folks? Well in any case, the Blogger Website, does not do what it used to do in a near past parallel universe where I was living, as they do not change the width of my color lines or font, in fact, when I write the word EXPLORATRONS in large type font, they make it smaller, as you can plainly see in a previous blog, so I am wasting my time trying to show emphasis, YO. I cannot beat the world, or the Callio Family, so it seems, as this is the most horrible dangerous clan of horrendous peeps in the world, and I plan to take my entire 'YOUTUBE' channel down, before things get worse; and the hell with my posting the new garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will pay my studio bill, and take home the CD; and most likely just trash it all, where it belonged from day one, back in 1980, when this wild crazy ass goddess first appeared to me in my non-teen life, not counting 1972; and sang that life changing song to me called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”. I would sell my soul to the devil to go back in time, and have none of this shit ever have happened. I despise this entire family. Hay Scylla, kill me too, if it makes you feel better, as you would be doing me the biggest favor in the world, and I can then see my friends, Z, P, and A, without having to go through any super dad's, or Bob Cheatley's.

RED ALERT \\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////RED ALERT.

Episode 13 of the 2011 show, “THE MENTALIST”. Every single time this show comes to air, I GET HAMMERED AND PUMMELED BY A DEATH BEAM THAT BLOWS OUT MY BOWELS. This is the one that shows that any speaker, even headphones, can be turned into a signal and broadcast, so WOMO can know everything we all do if they so choose, using this teck, Mister Pal Alex Jones, and other freedom-fighters out here, searching for justice; a doomed quest for fools, or so it appears to me.

Well, this is not a blog that is meant to be real long, so I will bid you all a fine farewell for now, but yes, there is so much to tell, it is beyond sneaker disgusting. Arnie sir, I will be BAHCKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

So why did I put the term of (crossing over) in quotes or whatever I did, when the date on this blog was way before the song that I remade from 1983, GITYA, becoming the rewrite tune of YBCO? Allow me if you will peeps to recopy in the date and time file:

YES I AGREE, “WHAT A FAMILY”

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE:

(DATFILE): CH-0481-071912.841.5555555555

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The DATFILE system of World Labs that I remember as Labber Zeggins in the late twenty-two hundreds, is July 19^th 2012 at shortly past twelve noon. This is all a part of the illusion of the ETERNAL NOW in the LAWTRONIC SYSTEM OF SPACE-TIME-MIND.

END TRANSMISSION, & SMELLING GOUUUD!

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