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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
SO
WHO IS TRYING TO SEND ME A MESSAGE
WITH MY THROAT
BEING CHOCKED
ON MY BLOG PHOTO; OH GREAT FBI,
YO?????????
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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The
DEATH-ANGEL is really fucking hounding me again with
continuous pass by attacks on both my left and my right sides, day
and night. Yes I wrote this on the previous blog chapter, and the
following day, Thursday, MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO has been passing by
me over and over and over, literally almost continuously, more than
eleven mother fucking times since waking up at around three in the
goddamn afternoon. My dick licking fucking cum-puke-her is acting up
with endless weird shit that just keeps coming and coming also, JUST
LIKE MISTER DEATH FROM SDK-PURG! This was another nasty ass fucking
BOTBAR DAY, and every day this entire week, the stock market has
absolutely flown, except for the one little tiny wee down day of
about a couple dozen points or so, and was one of the best weeks in
the history of the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, according to the CNN-crawl
at the bottom of the TV-screen. Oh sure world, that market has
nothing to do with me and everything to do with what is germaine
around the world. Okay then let's examine that major ass fucking flaw
real quickly here, jkind folksingers and kind FOLKS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
are all the wonderful facts happening the world and nation over, in a
major compressed nutshell. 16,800,000 unemployment claims in the past
couple weeks in America, the C-Virus in the USA stands at around
16,000 with hot spots all over the place and health care
professionals literally beside themselves in near panic and worry,
the majority of little business people and poor folks all over all
fifty states still unable to get the bank loans being promised, and
to date, no one I know anywhere has been able to get a thing other
than very ill or a FREE TRIP TO THE PURGATORY! And all week long, the
market has TOTALLY FLOWN LIKE A HOT AIR BALLOON WITH A JET ENGINE AND
CHOPPER BLADES. Practically everyone is having major difficulty
getting their unemployment claims even processed due to web-page
crashes and other inefficient business practices where th e poor are
involved, AS ALWAYS. And we have Cheerleader Trump every day putting
on his DONALD TRUMP I'M GOD ALMIGHTY SHOW at the great and fantastic
and ever so damn trustworthy NON-JULIA (WHITE HOUSE)!!!!! Yes, if
this sounds like this should be the week for the highest weekly Dow
Jones gain in history, or one of them, maybe someone some where needs
to explain a few basic so-called business realities, TO ME. Now on
the other hand, should I be right concerning the real truths of what
steers that fucking demonic stock market as claimed by me since
middle 1986; we have the MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION
OF LAST FRIDAY AND LAST SUNDAY that created this “BEST WEEK ON THE
STOCK MARKET EVER”, and we also have something called MOMENTUM.
They don't need to pour it on me with that same amount of horrendous
and monstrous fervor any more once they score with sufficient amount
of momentum. AND THEY DID, and THAT is why there was no death siege
that other day, nor was there today for that matter, as it no longer
is necessary ONCE A PROPER AMOUNT OF MOMENTUM causes me a minimum
amount of needed MISERY-UNITS, huh sir Clarence Harris of 1997 and
Assistant to Federal-Congressman Robert Andrews, of Haddon Heights,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG????????????????? Now any power or interested
global authority out here can access and archive my old early 2009
blogs, to see the VERY FUCKING EXACT SAME THING HAPPEN BACK IN EARLY
FEBRUARY OF THAT YEAR, about two weeks or so after President Obama
was sworn into the office and became the 44th President of
the United States. Trump of course insists on taking such incredible
fucking credit for a positive American economy basing it on the stock
market more than anything else which is utter nonsense of course, but
my point is that I left the home at 65 Middle Road in Hammonton on
that Sunday afternoon to drive to my job as a security officer at the
Cifaloglio site, and when I approached an intersection at the
Hammonton skating rink, I was absolutely brutally fuckign cunt
assaulted by the MILITUFORCE. They made the traffic light burn me
after a seven second green light that always lasted for thirty
seconds, and then a gigantic gang of motorcycles heading southbound,
came by, harassing me at the very same time, that in a northbound
direction, a CRASH LEVEL PRIVATE AIRPLANE WAS DIVE-BOMBING MY CAR. I
don't soon forget major extra powerful sieges like that one and still
talk about it to this day as you see here on this blog, when the
mother fucking time is appropriate for 'bringing'
it 'up, baby', and lovely
Latengrate Katherine Hepburn. Now after that siege in
early February in 2009, the crashed stock market in the six
thousands, shot back up and never looked back, JUST AS IT DID NOW IN
PRESENT FUCKING CUNT TIMES after bottoming out, AND JUST AS I SAID
THAT IT WOULD, LOVELY GINA, AND TOLD YOU; in the low
eighteen-thousands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, my blogs can all
be archived, they're all GOOGLE-BLOGGER officially time stamped, and
anyone seriously wishing to verify anything such as the great
almighty Quanico FBI-LABS, can take it to the ultimate step, and see
that no one went back to reedit anything so it would look like I am
some fuckign prophet who's just trying to score here and prove all
sorts of FAKE-POINTS and create all sorts of FAKE-NEWS. Don't ever
confuse me with my goddamn miserable distant-cousin here please
people, Sir President DONALD JOHN TRUMP. When we want to deceive
other people, we accuse them of being the fakers and the phonies.
That old saying, “It takes one to know one” was invented for this
exact example here. To throw suspicion off of ourselves, we need to
immediately accuse the other guy or gal. Just like mister enemy
Mex-605 next door to me when he accused me of making all the damn
noise around here and having women in my place at three in the
morning. This is all the oldest trick in the books of the crooks, and
I don't mean to rhyme the crime, but yes peeps, this is all old
dogshit to law enforcement professionals who know the way bad peeps
all fucking operate. Deep down, Mister 1990 Robinnette sir, I know
they know that my Morianity is real and true but they all have to
serve their evil demonic monster whom they love so much for the gods
only know what possible reason. I suppose that Judas Iscariot had
reasons for his feelings and actions too when he knifed our Lord to
death and betrayed him two thousand mother fuckign years ago,
yo!!!!!!!! I stopped trying to figure out goddamn humanity a very
long ass time ago, me' BRO!
Jane
fucking Sleazeweedsdisease JUST NAILED ME WITH THAT MOTHER FUCKIGN
CUNT HUFFING PAGE FIVE OF FIVE ASSAULT OF HERE, SO HERE IS ME'
GODDAMN CUNT PHLEGM SATION, OR (COMPENSATION)!!!!!!
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As
for why I said what I did concerning a mark on my throat on the
previous blog, it seems that it does not show up when posted on the
bloggers-site, but on my files, there is a bar right across my throat
where the PHOTOBUCKET sign is. These things are not just happening by
random chance and I know that whole heartedly, and without any needed
assists from Mister Jacob Reese on the “L&O”-TV-Show, with
any and all drive-by shootings or killer-hurricanes notwithstanding
heredahelda and just plain old HERE Mister Mike Soft, yo yo yo
BRRRRR!
The
weather was quite hot yesterday, Thursday, here in Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG. It hit 91 or 92 here and down a few dozen miles
south of me in th ePalm Beaches, it hit 95. The humidity even here in
the 'cooler' territory made it feel 95 according to the one of the
clock weather stats and reports on 'TWC', (The Weather Channel). Also
it was showing up as mostly cloudy, but it was more like mostly sunny
with a few big roller-by clouds. As of around one of the clock on
Thursday disafsternoon, the winds were blowing from the west at 5
miles per hour and the humidity was 45%. Last night at around ten or
just past, a beyond gorgeous brilliant huge low hanging copper-color
moon began to come out of the ocean and became visible on my 6th
floor building vestibule's south side facing windows, shining so
awesome just to the left of the Federal Courthouse Building. I could
have literally eaten her up she was so gods awful beautiful and
ravishing. There really is only one Goddess-Diana. Thank you lovely
DZA for bringing me your incredible copper moon last night, you great
big lovely girl!!!!!
I
felt really bad for my pal Mister Mike Patterson who telephoned me at
around just past six and then again at just past nine. For reasons
that obvuiously have to do with my enemies and their endless fuckign
utility-harassing-trickery on me, the message he left me while I was
in the bath tub, I never got. When he called me back, he told me that
his brother Joe had gone to the Purgatory. He broke down and cried,
and I was happy to let him use my shoulder for a half hour or so to
pour out his woe-wiz-me's. I know how losing people we care about
feels. Death is so extremely fucking final because to quote him, “For
the rest of our time on Earth, we will never be able to talk to them
again”. Of course, not only can we but normally we all do, in
hyperspace. The mortal world explanation for having lots of dreams
about a person close to us who we lose to Mister Mortino, is just a
bunch of psychiatruic babble as far as I'm concerned. Our spirit self
or TRUE SELF needs to find their doubles in the vast 5th
dimensional hyperspace, hence, we then begin having many
DREAMING-EXPERIENCES with them in parallel realms. When me' mom woke
up from this Earthly 'dream', I had several years of almost nightly
'DREAMS' in very localized hyperspace, where she was with me and
still under Paula King's DEATH-SPELL where she just keeps looking at
you and cannot seem to utter a fucking word. In any event, Mike will
get through it. We nebver get over it but we do get through it. I
think that I heard just this this tonight on the tV, since our
wonderful fucking DEATH ANGEL is touching so many people all over the
world. And yes folks, that bastard is all over the place, and just
since I got out of bed at just past three, I have heard this super
annoying damn prick one-hundred-fifteen times, as of right now. He is
really really on the mother fuckign prowl, so don't let any figures
of near term let ups knock anyone of you out here into any false
senses of security with this nightmare problem we're all in. Poor
Mike is so damn bi-polar. The last time we talked he told me that
masks were silly, and anyone wearing them is a nut. Now about a week
later he is on this super kick telling me not to even open up me'
door to me' apartment unless I have me' mask on. Well, I believe that
masks will save lives, and I am no doctor nor any kind of expert, so
I cannot go on giving out any opinions on this, that would matter or
carry any significant weight. And it is of course a waste of time to
tell people that I cannot die or get sick beyond a certain point. My
grandmother was Grace Isabel Huntington, 5th granddaughter
of Founding-Father Samuel Huntington, His family DNA has a wild gene
in it that is impervious to plagues, and his family got very ill but
never died when struck with the famous European Death Plague of the
early seventeenth century (Bubonic Plague). This builds into the
generational information systems of microbiological memory, what we
today call in medical circles, antibodies, to these plagues. I would
have died decades ago if I wasn't within two generations of the
Huntington line, due to my somewhat weird and unusual sexual
preferences. I know that if anything, I have actually had the same
Corriell Institute effect from this so-called perverted activity,
where anyone can see I do not look my age, and believe it or not, I
really only look a little bit different now from my blog-photo. But
with the Political Correct Movement of the nineties, I have had to
limit and eventually stop my activities, and as a result, I am indeed
aging. Still, I could go out right now, if it were not questionably
unlawful, and if I could do what I like to do on a steady basis, I
would be able to grow a lot younger in the next several years. We
don't need blood, because saliva has the very same cellular
'sub-atomic machines' that will actually send signals to our entire
cellular body to begin replicating better and younger copies of our
otherwise wearing out and aging DNA. In higher truth, what really is
aging us is the fact that the universe itself loses heat by a tiny
amount every second. No human will ever be aware of it and it will be
right around 2.7 degrees of kelvin temperature for hundreds of
billions of years yet, before even cooling down to 2.6 D-K. A very
long time ago, it was trillions of degrees hot, measured in virtually
any scale of temperature measurement. But as soon as our universe got
'born', it began to age, or cool off. As it cools off, it grows in
size and time compresses as well, as do ratio-sizes of all realities,
making it appear so vast in both size and time length. If we should
suddenly be restored to the same conditions of time and space ratios
that existed in our very younger universe, millions of years would
seem to pass in a second or less, and we would appear to be the size
of thousands of galaxies all clustered together. The older the system
gets, the colder it gets, and along with that, the slower and the
smaller anything within it also becomes, and this is why things seem
to be so vast and so endless in both space and time, and our mind of
course is just a mirrored reflection of both of these items and in
real truth, this is why I talk in terms of STM (Space-Time-Mind),
because this is that magic missing connecting link that brings
together the ever mysterious quantum world with the post atomic world
sizes of reality. Some peeps in the scientific community cal this the
endless quest for discovering the all contained answers of a unified
field theory. In any case this ain't a lesson in physics today, and a
lot more pressing issues need to be fucking addressed here by the
Mountainpen. By the way, I do not know if the C-Virus led to Mike's
brother Joe dying in his easy chair back on Wednesday afternoon in
Fort Pierce. If the medical experts test him and find a connection,
then the death count in Fort Pierce will go up by ONE MORE. This hits
home so very hard when we see on our computer and television screens,
how many cases in the nation or in the world, and how many have died.
Every single case and number is a human life and WAS A HUMAN BEING,
and most probably, had folks who loved them. Me, when I kick the fuck
out of this nightmare shit-hole we call Earth, there won't be a soul
who gives a tiny fuck. But for most of us, my point here is that
those numbers have a lot more meaning than just hey yo, gee
willagars, add another one to the count!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me tell you all something here, and not just LOVELY
'TOLD-U-SO' GIANT
GINA, from the middle and late nineteen-nineties, yo. I will
make my wonderful super talented daughter
happy for a short whittle while now,”talking about the
nineteen-seventies”. In a parallel universe, she told me once, “Why
don't I talk more on my blogs about those years”? Well, so let's do
it, and without any games, or fabricated coded poems, or death
angels; since here comes #116 on the day now at 2:43 AM. I believe
the great W.C. Fields said it really well quite a long while ago now,
and this message is all for you, Mister Morty Mortino, yo, “Go away
boy, you bother me”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the 70's, where to begin.
Well in all honesty, I know exactly what I want to quickly discuss
here and it most definitely fits into those 1970's time frame days
with my mom and her wonderful gal-pal and office-coworker, Mizz
PH HOLLISTER H. Oh yes, that wonderful life altering
“FASCITAR”, right Mister
Marcucci and Mister
Ciprionni of the illustrious and mighty COOLEY HALL OF
KINGS HIGHWAY AND HOPKINS LANE, IN THE HISTORIC TOWN OF HADDONFIELD,
NJUSAESMWG??? I have given my Blogaudians the instructions for
operating the magical spirit-travel guide called FASCITAR, admitted
that I came to learn a quarter century after using it that there is
an actual Goddess-Coin named FASCITAR, and even told how I traveled
into both parallel universes in the 5th dimensional
hyperspace as well as onto the ASTRAL-PLANE or the PURGATORY (SAME
THING), a timeless existence without any of the rules or barriers
that we all live by here as human beings, and I wasn't shy of telling
actual things that I had accomplished in numerous 'trips' taken. I
place that word in those italics for a very powerful reason by the
way folks and folksingers and Microsoft Corporation, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! We do not really GO anywhere, and most peeps are
simply unable to grasp that powerhouse reality. To even try and
understand it, you would have to picture a beyond weird item that is
not what is happening but indeed would create a great picture for
peeps to much better relate to me' words. Pretend that everything
everywhere is YOU, the trees outside in your yard, your four year
old's swing set, your beat up old high school buggy that you couldn't
part with for nostalgic reasons, and on and on and on, and no, NOT ON
AND DON. If this were true, then picture the Fascitar Techniques of
Ultra Secret Meditation as a real tangible physical item just like
your TV remote control. As you change channels with this thing,
rather than a fucking channel on a TV-set changing, you suddenly
switch from being the YOU-tree, to the YOU-swing set, to the YOU-car,
and so forth. This is the only and my best way for me to give you
relatable words to my incredible information here. Screw HEREdahelda,
Mike Soft,m thank-UUUUUUU, and go enjoy some fried chicken pieces up
at Harlem's fantastic Sugar-Hill, and my best to that lovely
waitress, and my kid too, and screw the damn toothpaste, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!Here now is what I never told, not that I was trying in any way
mind you, to be evasive or less than absolutely forthcoming, but it
just never came up as a legitimate part of the text in the current
conversation on prior blogs, and now, it all is relevant, and so let
me tell you about it, yo! In al total candor and honesty, I don't
like admitting to many things that would embarrass or I'd like to
fucking think would embarrass even a lifer prisoner, who other lifers
are too scared to approach out in the damn prison yard;
butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and big ass BUTT-but folks, it's time
to talk about something that is a bit embarrassing, at least for me.
We all get kind of red in the face about different and varying things
as no two peeps are the same, and we all know that simple ass fact of
reality, Mister Dennis Snyder. Here
comes DEATH ANGEL ATTACK #117 on the day by the way, and lovely Katy
Queen of 1997 in Abseacon, “THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKAWUSS
GIRL”!!!!!!!!!!! I tried to break out of the Huntington
Curse back when Cousin Donald was calling it the MASON CURSE and
thought he had quite the “LIFE STORY” with or without any assists
from ever ongoing lives of Jack and Diane, at my Aunt Geraldine Snow
Mason's funeral in the summer of either 1981 or 1982. Funerals are
the one thing that my mind tries to forget because people are sad and
I don't like to see people upset and sad. If I had my way, we would
dress up Cousin Donald in girl clothes, put a wig on him with four
foot long hair, more make up that lovely aging beauty queens wear in
their futile attempt to capture their concept and desire for endless
youth, and he could just become the GREAT CHEERLEADER OF UNITED
STATES HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let's get back on
point here, folks, yo an dyes, folksingers as well damn it, and fuck
the goddamn toothpaste Mister Mike Soft Corporation. And fuck you too
with your goddamn stupid annoying computer scans that fuck up my word
processing programs. Get lost and go to DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO
BREEEEEEEEE!!! Yes I used the FASCITAR to try and break out of the
FAMILY-CURSE, cuzz, and to no avail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what do I
mean? Well peeps, grant me the permission to further explain me'self,
yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
misused this powerful tool upon several occasions. By the way, here
comes that nasty-ass SPACE-BAR-HACK, me'
peeps, very fucking major ass annoying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used it
to try and locate things that I had no business
finding, and I used it to try and do my own TELLOSIAN-MAGIC
on peeps as well and screw your toothpaste Mister Mike Soft. Folks,
for all I know, this could have led me to what happened about five
weeks into my living at the now probably globally famous 1802 Robin
Hill Apartments, with that incredible and unfathomable 'LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS' DREAMING INTERACTION
WITH THE PINK GODDESS or Paula
King perhaps; but some great big beautiful giant goddess in
any event, and then how this all connects into MUSIC,
as well as ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY.
Back while living in that house in Mantua, New Jersey from October of
1979 through the end of April of 1980; LIGHTNING
visited me and gave me a wild interaction that only makes sense now
in lieu of all of the things that followed it for the following half
decade right into the year of 1985. This was one of those dreams that
contained dreams inside of dreams and then as reality caught up with
it, things would slam together in beyond amazing ways. One of the
things that continued from the original interaction from the Mantua
home, did not happen until working for Building Maintenance dude Sir
Bernard Derakowski, at the Corriell Institute for Medical Research.
This is where Apollo-Lucifer and his twin sister Diana came to me as
children, about the age of ten to twelve years; and told me that
“they were ALWAYS WATCHING ME”!!!!!
First it happened at the Mantua house, then at the medical institute
when I fell asleep there on a Saturday while my boss had to go out to
get a special piece of equipment and there was nothing for me to do
other than sit down on a comfortable lobby couch, and as soon as I
did, I crashed, and they visited me there in me' sleep. This was in
the early spring time somewhere in 1982. But the first time that I
had been visited by them, there was a lightning strike IN MY DREAMS
right outside of my house bedroom in Mantua, and then a couple weeks
before leaving there and moving into Robin Hill for my first of three
stays there; lightning flashed outside of my window and woke me up
and it was no dream and the thunder was still rolling from the crash
right outside of me' window. After being awake for maybe ten minutes
or so, I clearly remembered how I was living in some apartment
similar to Robin Hill, and I saw my Keyboards From Petahell all
assembled together in a huge junky mess, and I had somehow managed to
get professional looking block letters that I attached to one of the
ends of this large contraption, and named it that name, and when I
did move into the apartment a couple of weeks later, I remembered the
name form that wild dream, and I did use it, and I did go and buy
some letters at a local hardware store that come with sticky
peep-offs, and I indeed placed the name on the side of it, “KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL”. Now in none of these cases did I use the
FASCITAR for many weeks or more prior to the incidents, but allow me
to enlighten you all now about what I call the “LSD-EFFECT” of
the FASCITAR. I have heard it told that a user of LSD can go flying
out on an uninduced new trip weeks and even months after their last
use of that chemical substance. The FASCITAR works the very same way,
and so this must be true: Obviously the proper and precise
performance of this secret ancient wisdom for spirit-travel, does the
very same thing to our brain that the LSD does only without the
harmful physical chemical interaction. But I won't tell you all that
it is not something that comes with risks and that all individuals
being unique in nature, there is no guarantee to avoiding “BAD
TRIPS” just as with LSD, or even “UNINDUCED NEW SAIL-OUTS”, as
I'll name and label them. Many of my wild DREAMING INTERACTIONS may
be a direct result of USING FASCITAR given to me by lovely Patricia
Hollister in 1974. Also, and as prviously admitted to, I did misuse
this wild tool, and I did try and do some things that I am now quite
ashamed of when looking back and yes, there are peeps out here who
may just know some of the things I did because of some things that
happened to them, and THAT IS ALL THAT I AM PREPARED TO TALK ABOUT OR
SAY, at least for right goddamn now, yo people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, momentum is an extremely powerful part of HALLS FAWCES and
any forces for that matter. Just as back in early February of 2009,
and again up here in early April of 2020, my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES
assaulted me really badly; and this caused that monster ass fucking
nightmare ICPE-APE-TECH STOK MARKET PARALLEL SHIT TO ACT AS IT DOES,
and I listed the absolute fallacy of believing the WALL STREET HUMAN
WORLD EXPLAINATION to what is moving these markets; this momentum
crap did its damage and then WAS NO LONGED NEEDED TO BE APPLIED AT
FULL FORCE, so when that day came where we had the HUGE UP DAY on the
DJIA and yet no death siege on me, and I said I am seven for 8, in
truth and in hindsight, I was all 7 for 7, and nothing counts after
that because the momentum needed to cause a NEW SUPER BULL MARKET had
been reached. While a person is suffering through a nightmarish
fuckign shituation, there is no way to pick a top or a bottom to the
scale-event. I am not trying to make things look better and going
back trying to explain anything. I am a person who always admits it
when I am wrong, but I absolutely feel here, that this wasn't the
fucking case. Momentum is an extremely powerful force and reality in
all things. Doubt me, well, isn't it a little easier to push a heavy
car along once you get it going? Hey this question isn't for the
muscle dudes and duddesses out here, but for the flabby weaklings
like poor ol' Mountainpen. And if you prefer another example, if you
are freezing cold and get out of bed and turn a heater on, once it
hits 65, isn't it a lot better in-between there and when it reaches
72 or so, from say 50 degrees should you have forgotten to set it the
night before, and the outside temperature dropped as it does so
routinely up in the northern country? We all know that momentum
forces are totally real and there isn't even an argument that can be
rationally made against it. Once me' mother fuckign enemies give me
enough horrendous monstrous persecution, it
can and IT DOES, always always always RESET EVEN THE BEARISH STOCK
MARKETS. I told you all that it had bottomed out in
the low eighteen thousands, and that is would go straight back up,
and roller coaster back and forth for a while, AND
WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS EXACTLY AND FUCKING CUNT PRECISELY WHAT IT
DID; RIGHT DOWN TO THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE 'T'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
3:30, here is my 118th DEATH ANGEL!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUD'.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
1:35
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
8
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I'M
UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB
CHAPTER
60
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
SO
WHO IS TRYING TO SEND ME A MESSAGE
WITH MY THROAT
BEING CHOCKED
ON MY BLOG PHOTO; OH GREAT FBI,
YO?????????
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
APRIL 8, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 1:6
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.
The
DEATH-ANGEL is really fucking hounding me again with
continuous pass by attacks on both my left and my right sides, day
and night. Gee, I wonder why? Cut me a break lovely Margie
Leo from 1985, at the Caldor 113 Department Store of Woodbury
Heights in No Joysey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!! TANKX!!!!!
I
awoke into a double-bubble horrendous situation this
MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, me' peeps. Grant me the permission of explaining
just what I mean, pweeeeeeeeze. I had fallen asleep around a few
minutes past seven or so, and suddenly it was about ten minutes shy
of eight, less than an h our later. I however thought that I had
slept an entire clock cycle for whatever reason, and I jumped out of
my mother fucking bed, raced into me' kitchen to take me' meds that
normally I take around 2, both in the morning and the afternoon. I
turned on all the lights in the room thinking that it would be dark
in a few minutes, only it was light at an unusually late time and was
not getting darker. After ten minutes, I realized that I had only
been asleep for minutes and not goddamn twelve solid hours, so I shut
off my lights and went back to bed but as I laid down, I remembered a
powerful and extremely unpleasant nightmare where I was at the
Haddonwood Health Club in some parallel world, and all hell was
breaking loose around me. I was in the locker room and numerous
people whom I did not like at al were all around me. Many of the
lockers were open and lots of Donald Trump photos were affixed inside
of them with campaign signs and all kinds of crap promoting this
power hungry tyrant from the BRIGGBASE! Also there were two boy
around twelve years in age who were annoying me and putting their
hands on some of my personal things. Also, I suddenly came to realize
that my locker had been somehow made to vanish, and that I had
forgotten the combination to the lock and was trying to make it work
before I was about to apply the combination lock to my locker. I
decided to just put it on fake-locked where it looks locked but it
really has not clicked into a fully locked position, hopefully
keeping unwanted hands away from my locker. But now my locker was
missing or at least any locker there that I had just put all of my
cloths in. I was sitting on the bench area with only some shorts on,
no shoes, no shirt, no wallet or keys, and no locker seemed to have
my stuff. I opened up every locker that was not locked around me and
they either had nothing in them at all or had some other stuff that
wasn't mine and so I would close them. I frantically realized that I
was in a really bad spot and on top of being stranded in pool
clothes, I had a lot of people around me screwing with me, and
somehow one of them had to have done this horrible damn thing to me.
Sort of reminds me of my situation right here in this waking world
where I am having all sorts of nasty shit happen to me but can never
seem to find out just who exactly is doing it all. Screw your goddamn
alligators, Mister Mike Soft!!!!!!!!!!
All
day long and for the past few days, lots of shouting is happening in
the hallway outside of my door, and the maintenance crew appear to be
doing a lot of floor buffing and cleaning and many other things, and
making as much loud noise as they possibly can. Also my nabe at the
end of the hall gave his door a tremendous damn slam this morning on
his way I guess to his Delray Beach Clinic for the Crazies where he
gets his meds, thank the gods. Half the peeps walking around today
without their anti-coo-coo meds, would be volatile and dangerous to
put it mildly.
At
1:00 this afternoon, the skies in town were mixed to sunny as they
have been today, and the temperature is about 88 degrees Fahrenheit,
and feeling ninety with average April humidity. Tomorrow the
prediction for Fort Pierce according to 'TWC' is a high of 90 and
feeling around 95 or so. Oh well, it can always be worse, and even if
it were cool again, my temperature inside my spirit hit
twenty-thousand today because my pal Senator Sanders withdrew his
candidacy for the Office of U.S. President, and now it will be TRUMP
VERSES BIDEN! Hey, you all know me quite well, I am a NVER-TRUMPER,
so I can live with Senator Biden. This nation needed a real
progressive but we will now settle for a moderate, and most democrats
believe that he has a slightly better chance to rid of us the Trump
Plague next January. People, I doubt it very seriously, yo!!!!! But
we'll goddamn see.
Yesterday
was the first day in about a solid month or more of time now, where
the DJIA stock market did not trade quite as volatile and close in
gargantuan one day alterations. As today so far, yesterday was way up
around half a thousand, but then closed down a few points at the end
of the trading session. Until this ultra extreme volatility clams
down, the world will remain in this revolting upheaval. Huge daily
changes in the DJIA day after day after day always means MAJOR
FUCKIGN CUNT TROUBLE for everybody. Don't believe me, ask any goddamn
stockbroker who has been on Wall Street for more than the time it
takes to blow your nose and wipe your ass! So technically, yesterday
is the first day when I was major persecuted and the market did not
close WAY WAY WAY WAY UP, YO BRO!!! Nothing works 100% of the time
but now I am about 7 for 8 since this global pandemic began, for this
major new level death persecution on super up days of the Dow Jones
stock market! WO WO WO Billy Harner and WEEEEEEEEEE, Sir
Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!
Fire
alarms are back on a roll, two and three times every day. Hellish as
they are, you just have to relax into them and let them pass, but
they are definitely 'DOE' if anything ever is (Dogtown On Earth).
Yessir world, this is now three major dreams of Republican Political
Intimidation, and even under my post August 15 of 1986 demonic
hellish nightmare; this is something never even drempt of even by me
until 2020 came to be. Just when you don't think that there is
anything new under the sun, you come to learn, or I do anyway, that
this is not always an accurate piece of philosophical wisdom! But the
great Shakespearean words ring forever true, that indeed, “more
things are under Heaven and Earth Horatio, than can be drempt of in
his philosophy”. Still, all things considered, I stopped to trying
to successfully analyze anything where people are part of the
equation, a very long time ago. Jim Burr said it all one day to me,
“Mark, I'm out of the prediction business”!
HA-HA
Jane, you missed me again, as this is now page
twelve of twelve. WEEEEEEEEEE and yes, I only wish it was also quite
damn WEEDEEKAWUSS, only we all know that this just ain't mother
fucking so, yo BRO!!!!!!!!
WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
me' tooth infection is better and has been for the past five days or
so now. I rate it the famous 1-5 rating with 1 being mild and 5 being
quite intense and major. It is holding a one and not causing me any
real fevers to speak of. My normal body temperature averages differ
as most people's do from morning to late afternoon. Normally my early
morning temperature is around 96.6 and late afternoon temperature is
98.5, but this is half a degree higher since the infection in my
mouth from my bad toothpaste-TOOTH; oh Mister Microsoft Corporation
Spellchecker. Now it ranges more like 97.1 in the early morning and
up to about 99.0 by late afternoon, right where it was at 1:00. My
pulse is within range, holding at 71, as that ranges between 60 and
80, and my blood pressure is right on the average take as well,
holding 100 over 64 as of 1:00. But I am not just fighting dental
neglect and poverty that all dovetails together in this Oppressive
America, but the great TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON MIZZ JULIA WHITE as well.
This is of course the real reason that I am stuck endlessly in major
fuckign rotten poverty and have my bad goddamn teeth as a result of a
piss poor health care system. My only cunt huffing hoppe was Senator
Bernie Sanders, and now, poof, that's gone, AS I KNEW ALL ALONG IT
WOULD BE, since this Huntington Cuirse simply CANNOT EVER SEEM TO BE
MOTHER FUCKING BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes that annoying
fucking (`~HACK) again, oh great Blogaudians of the Earth Planet.
WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey, oh great land
owner/network owner and definite NAUT sand sweeper from
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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