THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 69

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!

6:40 ANTE' MERIDIAN

FRIDAY MORNING

17 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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 69

THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME; WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI, and people; TODAY IS BEYOND A SUPER DARN BOTBAR!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

FRIDAY, APRIL 17, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 3:7

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JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI, JUST HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE ME AND SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MONSTROUS MOTHER LOVING NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT FBI?????

Remember the MOMENTUM THING, GREAT PEOPLE? Well after the major DEATH ATTACK STRIKE ON ME YESTERDAY, THURSDAY; we all know that this will get that mother loving rotten criminal STOCK MARKET TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY FLYING TODAY AND ALL OF NEXT WEEK, WHEN THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL IN REALITY TO SUPPORT IT, UNLESS WE KNOW THE REAL GOL-DERN TRUTHS OF THE ICPE-APE-TECHNLOGY DEAL THAT IS WHAT IS REALLY HAPPENING, OR TO QUOTE LOVELY MIZZ KING HERE FROM 2008 AND 2009; “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!! YESSIR, YOU ALL JUST GO RIGHT AHEAD AND WATCH AND SEE IF THE MOUNTAINPEN IS WRONG ABOUT THIS, AS THIS WILL NAUT BE THE DARN CASE, YO!!!!! Reality is what it is, lovely Dawn-Marie MONSTER KING of BERRYVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND HERE COMES ME WONDERFUL MOTHER LOVING (`~HACK), KIND FOLKS, AND ANY ROTTEN ONES OUT THERE 2222222222!!!!!!

The reason that this entire COMPUTER AGE AND NEW DIGITAL WORLD REALITY IS WHAT IT IS, LOVELY DAWN-MARIE KING, is to put it mildly, extremely complicated.

It is all connected into me, the wild experience at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments with Pink-Goddess LOIS FOCA of ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; and just what the ultra complex combined detailed absolute meanings were all a part of just why this had to all happen to me, and without any strobing lights, moon-dreams at Cifaloglio, or train trips passing through AMTRAK-WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still people, the incredible LINDEN HILL APARTMENTS OF LINDENWOLD, NJUSAESMWG is indeed totally tied into all of these things, and even without getting all worked up over JRSS stuff (JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME).

I never liked the Linden Hill apartments, and wanted to go to another complex back in the first quarter of 1975 while still in me' last days at the Oaklyn apartment called the Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue, Apartment #O-15. But Patty Hollister and my mom both thought that the other place was better in many different ways all around, and Patty was going to be helping us move from Oaklyn into our new place, and so me' mom was greatly influenced by her ideas. Also there was one big drawback to the place I really liked that was right on the White Horse Pike, and that was an extremely aggressive young slut who was asking all sorts of questions about me and my age, and was flirting with me a lot, and back in those times, I was so screwed up in me' life, that I had absolutely no time at all for annoying and aggressive young girls. So I didn't even try to put up much of a fuss, and ended up at the strobing Newsboy Fly-Crash Linden Hill place. Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE is trying to hit me hard again with her dirty rotten PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN crap. I really hate your guts, rotten miserable Mizz Fonda!!!!!!!

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The wild interaction that happened to me in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill, is all connected into Patty Hollister and her wanting me to 'GET AND USE THE FASCITAR WISDOM', so I could go onto connect up with my 1994 PHASE-4 book character in my incredible book, copyrighted on Halloween Day in 1994, called, “The Permission Barrier”. This dot connected hellishness altered me' already miserable existence, to quote the great Barnabas Collins from the old sixties 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-SOAP-show; into what it was then destined to fully become all the way up here into the second score of the twenty-first century. Common sense tells me that it really wasn't the ancient Athens Greece Goddess Scylla, or the new world of Atlantic City's Paula King, or Sarah Callio, or for that matter, even Mizz Patty-HHH who was in that incredible early June 1980 interaction where I was sung to and given that song that I titled and copyrighted, “Love Is For Carpenter” and shortened to the blog version title of LOIS FOCA, but really it was JEWELLY WHITE, THE GREAT ASTRAL PLANE VIQUEEN ALL ALONG, BUTT, big butt but people, it was PATTY HHH who as the 60's kids would say it so well during the big LSD times, “WAS ME' TRAVEL AGENT, or me' hawk, or me' 25. You know Sir James Redfield great sir, I was age 25 when that wild LOIS FOCA INTERACTION HAPPENED TO ME, back at 1802 Robin Hill, and yes, another one of your endless famous 'connection of events' AKA 'coincidences'!!!!!

Misses Joann Mitryk from Burlington, NJUSAESMWG helped us complete the move into Linden Hill, the mother of Tony Mitryk from me' days at the NJ sike-institute from September of 1965 through June of 1966. Now before the lovely great and talented Mizz Patula Clark can get downtown or even sing about going there back then, let me finish out by also telling two major things never discussed in any real detail before, and me' apologies if I misspelled your surname, Mizz Clark. I know that I correctly spelled the great Time Tunnel ANN character, lovely and awesome Mizz Lee Meriwether, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a two day move in 1975, the first day of March was the main moving day with Patty and her friend “Santa Claus” or whoever that wild character was who looked more like him than he himself would, and then on the following day, Misses Mitryk and her hubby Leon helped us with a few additional items as well. Nothing unusual or strange went down on this second day, but on the original day with Patty and Santa, there was a very interesting conversation between them that took place that my mother appeared to totally ignore, but I DID NOT IGNORE IT, and it was Raspberry impossible to ignore it, and yes, just as the dot connecting Redfield stuff always does indeed work its magic, it was about DREAMS. Patty was hugely into occult type stuff, and all peeps of the spiritual and Wiccan belief systems are really big into dreams, just not properly understanding the real truths to them. Patty was munching on some weird berries mixed with some herbs and green veggies and tea leaves, all crushed and mixed together, along with some crushed up sunflower seeds. The conversation started with how Patty loved that bald headed actor who played the Paraoah of Egypt, and just earlier while packing up the apartment in Oaklyn, Patty and I were talking about how I had been to a Philadelphia movie theater back in the early nineteen-sixties and saw this dude and how his forehead always seemed to be sweaty, and she laughed, and maybe this stirred up the conversation later on between them to get going. In any case, Patty told Santa Claus that she had had a dream where she was speaking to a 947 year old heavy set white gentleman with brownish gray colored hair, who lived in Florida in a trailer park, in the same town where Mark's father did lots of diving with Mel fisher the world famous treasure hunter. I had of course spoken to her about this earlier on during a phone conversation between us one Saturday afternoon while still back living at the Dellway Arms Apartments. Last night people, I HAD THE DREAM, HER DARN DREAM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, and she was not in it, but the man was, and he told me that same age after I told him how I've been suffering for more than 65 years and am so miserable with this penis licking turd next door to me causing me so much endless agony intentionally, and that I am looking to move into any cheap trailer park somewhere around here. In that parallel reality however, there is a park right near me' local Walgreen's Store on Ohio Avenue, just behind it in a small field area, not developed yet here in this reality. I also remember something that her pal Santa Claus said back to her. They were in the front seat of his weird looking truck filled with tons of toys, and my mom and I were in a seat behind that and then behind us was lots of room once the toys were all moved into an area even still further behind that, allowing us to use a large set of side doors to load the furnishings. He told her that, and this paraphrase is the best that I now am able to recall, “maybe Mark's father is more than he thinks he is, and for that matter, hey, maybe so is Mark”, and then she giggled, and then she looked back directly at me in the seat behind her, and she fluffed her lovely hair and she giggled like a school girl! Also and I swear this is true, I have a powerful memory and I thought at the time that it must be some silly nickname that he gave to his friend Patty, but at least four times during the ride back and forth to Linden Hill from Oakland Avenue, he called her, “JW”, rather than PATTY or PAT. My mom always called her PAT! In any case, last night's wild nightmare was caused because my spirit is thinking about my hellish situation with this horrible monster nabe from hell next door to me, and I then propelled myself into this alternate plane where I was discussing moving, yet I was talking to a man who proclaimed his age to match the very age of this dude who told PATTY-HHH this very same thing back in a 1975 dream that SHE HAD JUST HAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roaches are around again, and I am quite sure that this dog dung next to me, MISTER 605-MEXICO, is the reason for their resurfacing. I keep a tidy and squeaky darn clean apartment, and there is no reason whatsoever for my having roach colonies that are absolutely relentless!!!!!!!!!!!

My vertigo is back also, as if I don't have enough mother loving hassles and woes and worries, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!! It is not real bad but many times when it comes it slowly gets worse and then lasts for up to two darn dog months of timesliceBufferSize and of TIME! GET LOST MIKE SOFT!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 38, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

Sheriff sir, the Milituforce gave me a giant roach colony assault today that worsened all day. When I go to pay my rent tomorrow, kind sir; you can bet your very bottom dollar, that a big ass note will be included in my payment envelope, TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS ENDLESS INFESTATION RESULTING FROM ILLEGALS GUESTS! I need not guess who they are, or their names either, oh great kind powerful and wonderful sir!!!!!!!!! YEAH, ha!!!!!

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I don't need to be some mother loving brainiac to know that I have been set up since the day that I went to school, let alone left school; TO FAIL, to quote old great and powerful BLACKBOARDS-SMITH, from Haddonfield, New Jersey's GAP Cooley-Wormhole-HALL, back43 years ago come the late twenty's of this month somewhere, YO! So what is this 'genetic fascination' with MATH TEACHERS, I wonder, for crying out loudspeakers loud?

Boy could I use the help of the law and order authorities, only I can totally forget about that, in this GIGANTIC MOTHER TRUCKING SET UP FROM EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S GAP GREAT & POWERFUL HELL, HELL, HELL!!!

JANUARY 5, 2016,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 3:30,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-54/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 51 .

WIND IS NW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

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You watch now people as that mother loving cheated crooked criminal DOW JONES WILL FLY UP 2,000 POINTS TODAY, AND 8,000 MORE POINTS OVER THE FOLLOWING TWO WEEKS, WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THE REAL WORLD TO SUPPORT SUCH A BULLISH CRAZY RALLY, UNLESS WE SEE IT FOR WHAT IT IS ALL ALONG; THE ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARE OF THE PITIFUL MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

CHAPTER #68

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

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!

8:17 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY 'NIGHTmares' AND NIGHT

16 APRIL, 2020, SIR MICROSOFT CORP.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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 68

THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME; WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI, and people; TODAY IS BEYOND A SUPER DARN BOTBAR!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING 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.

ALL DAY LONG, MISTER DIRTBAG MEXICO-605 NEXT DOOR, SINCE JUST PAST 12-NOON HAS BLASTED HIS NOISE AT ME, FBI!!!!!!!! We all know what is happening here, don't we yo? We have over 23,000 dead Americans now, 22 million recent unemployment claims filed totaling now the dim glum reality of 13.5% total national unemployment of the TWF (Total Work Force). We are all basicly locked down and scared with the great Mister God Almighty Trump, the America High School Cheerleader in the White House spewing out tons of lies, and what happened on WALL STREET as a result of one of the worst major death sieges on me ever? Well, you guessed it, or you should have. Early in the trading day it was more than a hundred points off, but with this monstrous and relentless death siege pounding on me all day long, it ended up finishing the day quite positively. We all know that parallel event and ICPE-APE-TECH is what is truly secretly driving this stock market AND HAS BEEN SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, WHEN THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME ALL BEGAN. You cannot tell me, anyone out here and I don't care who the heck you are; that this UP DAY on the stock market was a result of the extremely negative and hellish reality that I have only started to address above. Well, maybe some of you still could do this. That is why I quietly think of those who insist on doing that as QUINTESSENTIAL BUTT-WIPING FOOLS TO THE POWER OF 10!

Death Angel Mister Mortimer Mortino is on me like flies on an overflowing garbage truck on an extra hot July afternoon in Nevada!!!!! But then, just as with the preceding paragraph, tell me some real news here!!!!! We all know what this stands the pit for, do we not:? SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, but for those who may have forgotten; (SAME OLD SAME OLD-WHAT ELSE IS NEW-SAME STUFF ON A DIFFERENT DAY()!!!!!!!!!! Gee willagars, yo!

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 8:30 P.M., 16 APRIL OF 2020:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS DAY OF APRIL 16^th, OF 2020, WITH A BEYOND MAJOR DEATH-NOISE ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ATTACK FROM MISTER 605-MEXICO, WITH FULL POWER AGAINST HIM, AND THAT IS ALL CONNECTED INTO WALL STREET, AND MY FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGE; 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

JANE MISERABLE ROTTEN SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE 11.

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Something really huge will soon be told that I never ever thought I'd freaking tell. You dirtbag penis lickers have truly asked for it!

CHAPTER #67

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

David Charles Roth said it best. “Ain't life grand”? Of course he was being extremely facetious when making that bold statement! Yessir world, we'll be talking about the year of 2020 for a 'vely vely' non-Bob McDowell long time, “I have no doubt”, Doctor Leonard McCoy of Star Trek. So WEEEEEEEEEE.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

IN FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!

2:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN

THURSDAY MORNING

16 APRIL, 2020

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

CHAPTER 67

THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME,WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 2020

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Yessir, yes-mahm' oh world; it was another very darn HOT DAY yesterday, Wednesday the 15^th of April in this horrendous rotten stench filled year of '2020, and so-called James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome VISION' for crying out loud! It went up to 94 degrees in Fort Pierce in the middle late afternoon, the humidity was not summer-like but that's right around the gash dog corner as well, and it did feel around or somewhere almost near the buck-mark! But me' illustrious, wonderful, and great peeps; and a BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT

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At approximately 4:25 yesterday afternoon, dirt bag penis licking Mister Mexico-605 began blasting his garbage, but for whatever reason, after ten minutes at about 4:35, he shut it down as if nothing had happened. Maybe his employer (D. J. TRUMP & HIS HENCHMEN), told him to see if a SHORT-BURST PERSECUTION OF MOUNTAINPEN would bring that crooked stock market back up since it had JUST CLOSED DOWN A NICE SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT. One thing I know for sure, after suffering three and a half darn butt wiping decades with this ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY-NIGHTMARE with me and the endlessly opposing EVIL TRILOGY, OF THE TRUMPFORCE/SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE; is that all of my endless horrific harassment is part of this intentionally hurting and persecuting me, so that the markets will parallel and mirror-reflect as a DIRECT-RESULT, a reverse polarized direction to the way my life is being steered by these nightmare monsters from HELL (AKA DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes my stench sniffing (`~HACK) folks! Forget the darn folksingers Mister Mike Soft, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze, and TANKS and mama-freaking BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, YO YO!!! Lovely witch Dawn-Marie King said it all during the last two years of her human life here on the Earth-Planet, “It is what it is”.

So smile, frown, or sing out loudspeakers LOUD. It all comes out the same way in this hellish HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE OF 1990 YEARS NOW. Still, quoting the great Dennis Snyder here, “And that's just reality, son”. The man is telling it true-blue, with or without any Cooley Hall HALLOWEENTOWN Amy-Madonna's involved in the wild mix, yo!

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CURSING BRUCE PENNOCK ON WFMU

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CURSING BRUCE PENNOCK ON WFMU

THANK YOU Therese! I've heard this before but never thought I'd come across it again. Phooey and nuts.

Posted by: Chris L | November 09, 2006 at 02:44 PM

Whoremaster!

Posted by: bunbun | November 09, 2006 at 04:51 PM

..... yeh.......

so this is what i (and a lot of us) sound like in my/our unguarded, at-home moments ...

totally sad and honest, when i hear this i hear a lot of things: a guy knowing any real control he may have over his situation is out of his hands, or at least recently slipped away ... i hear a guy cursing, in part, himself ... yeah, at 22 i would be laughing, but at 31 i feel this guys pain /

Posted by: double fucking bullshit | November 09, 2006 at 08:53 PM

Bruce and his kid, true American heroes. In the middle of all that frustration and admirably hilarious profanity he sounds genuinely kind when he asks Joshua if he wants his synthesizer on. Great stuff.

Posted by: michelle | November 10, 2006 at 02:06 PM

Poor, deranged, normal Bruce. I'm glad my kids didn't tape me.......or did they!!!!!!!!!?????????

Posted by: Dog Licker | December 07, 2006 at 05:40 AM

Unfortunately angry, frustrated & demented Bruce sounds disturbingly familiar.
Check out Phillip Larkin’s poem This Be The Verse.

Posted by: Sean Jarleth | December 09, 2006 at 07:09 PM

Hey! If you're interested, I can email you the Mash-Up I made with Bruce cursing and swearing as Jandek plays his out of tune piano as featured on "The Beginning." It adds a certain vibrant richness to both recordings hitherto unforeseen independently of the other. Why didn't I think of it before? It's a match made in heaven (as seen from Hades)!

Posted by: Bren C. | April 20, 2007 at 08:54 PM

Cool post. But unfortunately angry, frustrated & demented Bruce sounds disturbingly familiar.

Posted by: piano lessons | February 05, 2009 at 05:17 AM

Does he know his son is hiding somewhere nearby taping his every word? Did the car break down?

Posted by: Houston Piano Lessons | February 18, 2009 at 11:28 AM

Always angry, always confused...I've been there before!

Posted by: Piano Lessons | December 13, 2009 at 01:12 AM

Poor Bruce. Hope he could that thing, it might be a help to lessen his frustrations in life.

Posted by: studying piano | January 08, 2010 at 01:59 AM

Hey Therese (and fellow listeners) I'm making a film about another infamous audio verite recording SHUT UP LITTLE MAN! - if anyone out there is a fan of Daddy's Curses or SULM I'd love to hear from you. I'm looking for fans (if 'fan' is the right word) of SULM and DC... email is matt@plexusfilms.com.au.
Thanks. 19/01/2010

Posted by: Matthew Bate | January 19, 2010 at 01:05 AM

Just to let you guys know I know the people that made this tape! I was made in the Flemington NJ area. I actually know Bruce's family!

Matt Rue

Posted by: Matt Rue | June 26, 2012 at 09:17 PM

November 09, 2006

The Ravings of Bruce The Piano Man (MP3)

When I was in college, a friend gave me a cassette containing the frustrated rantings of a guy named Bruce.   Bruce is a dad from suburban Jersey.  He tries to fix things around the house, like the family piano.  He does his own taxes.  And he uses very colorful language, some of which was caught on tape by his son.  Listen for yourself here  (6MB MP3 file, NSFW)

When I listened to this at 22, all I heard was Bruce's rage.  I thought it was hilarious.   Listening now...  Well, it's still hilarious.  But it's kinda sad, too.  His kids are no help.  Half his fucking papers have disappeared.  He can't even let himself go enough to really commit to his cursing. His goddamns are outnumbered by his goshdarns.  He even doggones once or twice.   It's tempting to read all sorts of things into this diatribe.  Is it really about the piano?  Or was he passed over for a promotion? Does he know his son is hiding somewhere nearby taping his every word?  Did the car break down?  Does his wife not appreciate him?  Have his glory days passed him by?  Who knows?  Poor Bruce.  If we can learn one thing from him, it's to spend the $300 and buy the right fucking tool.  Ya fucking moron!

Posted by Listener Therese on November 09, 2006 at 10:50 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey | Permalink

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You No Longer Need to Beware of the Blog

After ten fun-filled years, we're packing up shop here at WFMU's Beware of the Blog. Many thanks to the dozens of volunteer authors who put in so much time and love into their posts and articles, and thanks to the commenters and trolls who almost feel like part of our dysfunctional family. 

"Almost" is a funny word, isn't it? 

We will keep every single post up here for all of eternity, and someday, WFMU may resume online publishing. First we need to find an admin though, something we haven't had here for many years, which is part of the reason that we are shutting it down. 

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I wish the dude who knows the Pennock family would contact me some day on a comment on my blogs because if me' ol' COOLEY HALL pal Bruce is still alive and kicking in 2020, I'd weelwee luv to make contact with him. The last time I was over at his house, his brother Brian and his parents were alive, and it was the year of 1978. I was renting a home in Blackwood, NJ-USA, and Bruce still lived where he did in school days, at 2 Beaver Drive, Barrington, NJ. GOOOOLLEEEEY Station Manager Ken, Bruce lived on Beaver Drive in the early nineteen-seventies and the late ones too I guess, when I last visited him there in Barrington, New Jersey, and I lived on PYLE AVENUE, in the nearby town of Westmont, up through the beginning of the August month in the year of 1969!!! So gee willagars, for crying out loudspeakers-LOUD everybody!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of high temperatures, my personal body temperature fluctuates a whole lot more than a normal person's does. I know that the average daily temperature does vary from somewhere between a half degree to three quarters of a degree. However my temperature folks varies daily at a minimum of three and a half degrees, and many times it isn't that unusual for me to have a full 5 DEGREE RANGE DAILY, from 95 in the beginning of me' days to 100 at the ending of them. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Well, nobody knows, but it all began in middle 1983 when I was suddenly STRUCK WITH A TOTALLY UNDIAGNOSABLE MEDICAL CONDITION while residing at the rental home of 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Then late in 1989, I began to also get a persistent dry cough that was far worse during times of MAJOR JET VAPOR TRAILS IN THE SURROUNDING SKIES WHERE I LIVED AND OR WORKED AROUND. Now tonight on the news and later on the great CNN, I am hearing the newest findings from the medical experts concerning this global pandemic, and it seems that many vaccines take up to a full decade to be long term effective, and five years to even get a short term vaccine for public usage. They are hoping that their expeditious fury due to these horrendous circumstances, will accelerate the progress that is now HOPED FOR happening between 8 and 18 months, and also, the new way we all have to live and operate is going to persist in order to keep us all safer from this Corona-Virus monster; is not going to expire until somewhere between late 2021 and early to middle 2022 on the outside projection. With all of the multiple problems I have with the MILITUFORCE, this is going to make my life beyond total hell, and maybe I won't be able to leave this country on my 66^th birthday come the 4^th day of this December, as once planned. In fact, I doubt that I will be able to. So my mood right now is about as low as it gets. Soon, I will need to switch over to being a MORNING PERSON when my temperature is on the lower side of my sliding-scale, in case my temperature is taken every time I try to buy groceries at the Publix, or get my needed medications at the Walgreen's. WHAT A MOTHER EFFEN NIGHTMARE this is gonna' be, as I HATE BEING UP IN THE MORNINGS, and have ever since my last year in darn high school. To this day, I remember coming into school to Misses Young's class in 1972, and hearing her say to me in front of the class, that famous old saying that goes, “A diller a dollar, the ten o'clock scholar, now he comes in at noon”, or something along those lines. I believe the first part has more to it, but that was the gist of what she would say when I'd come in around somewhere past eleven on my bicycle, and when I did it more than four or five times, I got into real trouble with the principle, Mister Ciancio. Oh MISTER REDFIELD SIR, OH OH NON-DONNA CIFALOGLIO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't get me really started with even a tenth of all of this because I'd be emmereffing typing all golly gash darn night long, yo BRR!

Nobody is going to believe that there is nothing wrong with me, and I could end up getting forcibly quarantined if I go two or three times with a near 100 temperature. I am never sick unless I reach about 102 or 103, and even at that range, I barely feel anything. I can live for two weeks or more at 105, and have done so a long time ago. But no one wants to hear about my whacky medical problems that have absolutely no physical world explanation whatsoever. With a swinging metabolic rate like mine, no disease or germ has much of a chance to live or thrive. Still, on days where I need to pick up food or medications, I will most likely be sure for the next two years give or take, to go IN THE MORNINGS. Maybe the days of hot pavement illusions are over, for both me and my daughter now; at least for the darn time being. Between this problem and being stuck with this HORRIBLE ROTTEN NEXT DOOR NABE FROM DOGTOWN; my life, bad as it was before this.bootloader and before THIS me folksingers and me' FOLKS, and you TOOthpaste TOO MISTER MICROSOFT; it's only gonna' be a WHOLE LOT WORSE STILL, FOR THE FORSEEABLE GASH DERN ROTTEN BUTT WIPE PHOTON-PROJECTION (FUTURE)! Yes during bad CHEMTRAIL-DAYS where I cough a lot and have done so since the end of the nineteen-eighties and haven't expired yet; I won't even be able to go anywhere. The one consolation in all of this putrid nightmare from BRIGGBASE-DOGTOWN; is that I never really go anywhere anyway, other than to buy groceries, pick up meds, pay rent, check bank balances, go to doctors, and maybe the very occasional trip to a laundry matt@plexusfilms.com.au or a LAUNDRY MAT. WOW, this.bootloader THIS MIKE SOFT SYSTEM IS REALLY AS WILD AS WHEN MY KID TOOK OVER ME' OLD COMPUTER FROM NEW JERSEY, AFTER I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO LOAD IN HER PROGRAM FROM MY AUNT GERALDINE SNOW MASON'S MOMMY, IF WE CAN ALL SHARE A QUICK CHUCKLE OR THREE HUNDRED, YO. I don't want any more nightmares from crazy western New York ski lodges, nor any wild interactions at the Narberth, Pennsylvania house at 1208 Greentree Lane. The recent ones in Pennsylvania are more than darn enough is enough and enough; lovely 1980 Barbara Streisand and Latengrate Miss Donna Adrian Gaines Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir Chester ShouldCoalesceModuleRequestsMadeInSameTick Shoeknockeroutter Frank, and Mister Microsoft Corporation from BEYOND WILD AND CRAZY, HUH GRANNY-MIMI???????? Yes the great separater of the realms of LIFE AND DEATH, the speed of light squared. So what lovely Merry hasn't learned from my Morianity, I guess lovely Mommy-Patty has told her, but in any event; Sir Dennis Snyder could always end up chiming in right about here with his great globally known phrase!!!

I have been getting a powerhouse amount of DEATH ANGEL PASSERBY'S lately, as all of you know. Gee willagars Misses Tropicana 1984, “This is annoying”, or if her son was Arthur Crane, I could plug in this tiny whittle extra item and say, “This is SOOOOOOOOO annoying”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That great episode on “The Twilight Zone” was on the TV on the 'ME' Channel at 12:30 this morning, titled, “A World of Difference”. This is about a phase four character who doesn't need a tape recorder or a weird nut job like Mountainpen; to bring to life a character who tried to get born in an unusual way and was prevented from doing so by the 7^th dimension, or the LAWTRON, as Morianity refers to it as. The main character named Arthur Curtis, goes from being an actor in a Hollywood movie, to suddenly becoming the actual person of the part that he is playing. The great Mister Rod Serling who writes these fantastic TZ shows, really seemed to be onto the operation of the PHASE-4, as discussed in these blogs. Trump who is really Mister MacInvondi the Controller of the Briggbase of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane of existence; needed to break the LAWTRONICS in the methodology that he used, which was me and my wild machines. He literally got me to CREATE his personality, NOT THE CLAY, his parents did that in bed, but the actual ability for him to pull off a similar to Arthur Curtis deal on 'THE TWILIGHT ZONE' TV-SHOW. And Trump, like Mister Curtis, managed to get here and remain heredahelda and HERE. Don't ever doubt the power of the teachings of Morianity, as no other thing has yet come close to explaining how all of this can be happening right here in this world, with Trump, and with all the rest of this mind boggling incredible and unfathomable crap! As stated in my previous blog post, why did I never dream about Patty, except for that one recent timesliceBufferSize TIME in Atlantic City-NJ, and yet had so many dreams about MERRY for the past 23 years now since good old 1997? Funny 2 how they began at the same time of that wild song, and don't tell me you don't know what's being said here, because you do, or else I don't even know why you'd waste your time following these blogs. This is not a MERRY-BLOG, or a happy one either, 'TEE HEE HEE HEE', LILLY MUNSTER; but it is a blog that endlessly freaking searches after THE TRUTH, whatever the truth REALLY AND TRULY AND VERILY IS, OH GREAT LORD AND MASTER JESUS THE MESSIAH (CHRIST)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A moronic child with thistles growing out of its earthquakes and its EARS SIR MIKE SOFT, can see plainer than day, that my blogs tell a wild story in so many different ways, and YET, we all can see the incredible and beyond darn inconceivable connections into even the most seemingly non-connectable items throughout its entirety. Do any of you really know the full truth behind why many folks thought that Jesus's physical appearance after the resurrection, was considerably different from what they remembered from before his crucifixion on the cross? The human brain really does do some fascinating stuff to us, folksingers and FOLKS, just as Mike Soft does this endlessly annoying deal with words. If something seems to be totally impossible by any reasoning, and from a human logical rational standpoint; it is simply rejected, but this is done in subtle ways, such as forcing our 'connected to our brain's' sensory systems, to literally make necessary adjustments so that the otherwise impossible then becomes placed within a tolerated and human set of slightly altered parameters. People who don't believe in anything supernatural, including God, aliens, magic forces interacting with homosapien populations, and or any of this stuff, will always literally be able to reset and readjust anything that comes into their proximity so that they can go to their graves holding totally steadfast to their absolute staunch atheistic belief systems. But this doesn't limit this point to things like some wild aliens landing in some wild UFO-CRAFT from outer darn space one day in your back yards, people. This also chimes in when I try and show that my true story is real and use things that couldn't happen unless it was true, BIG BUTT-but unfortunately, the doubters will say, “Oh sure, we can now place the Pope with the Commissioner of New York City, and Britney Speers”, and we are just about at the high-tech point of true danger, where even the greatest laboratories in law enforcement such as the FBI's Quanico Labs, cannot tell for sure what is FAKE and what is 'NAUT' FAKE, oh lovely Miss Blake!!!!!!!!! And I don't need to be some jailed hockey dad, to know exactly what, as well as who, is behind all of this; and I will gladly reveal it right now. It is the BRIGGBASE or the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder would perfectly say it right now, should he be in here with me, so why waste the time or the type??????????????

Which of these things are the most totally unbelievable items you will ever hear?

My ICPE-APE problem is real and happening.

My 14 year blogging project tells its own story even before I knew it myself, just like the great HOLY WORDS of Christianity.

All of our dreams are every bit as real as anything happening while we are awake.

The prophecy of Cooley Hall regarding 1802 Robin Hill came true in perfect fullness nearly a solid decade after I proclaimed it.

Hey, you all know this could go on all night!

Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis (Lightning goddess of the Earth-Planet) came over to visit with me at just past eight of the clock last evening, making beautiful scrumptious colors and fractal patterns all over this part of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. How can I ever thank you enough you lovely girl?????????

Their DJIA stock market flew up five and a half hundred points yesterday (Tuesday), as most of you know I'm sure, and I think that most of you know exactly WHY IT DID, 2!!!!! The MILITUFORCE assaulted the hell out of me starting on middle MONDAY AFTERNOON beginning with that COMCAST CABLE COMPANY FREEZE-UP-HACK, and then the computer hacking, and then the major NOISE ASSAULT from Mister dirtbag Mexico-605!!!!!!!!!!!! Examine the flying stock market for two weeks now folks and folksingers 2 yo. The analysts are calling it A HISTORIC BOOMING RALLY, and just what is this based on in their WALL STREET HUMAN LOGICAL REASONING, may I so inquire? Well, maybe it is the huge amounts of CORONAVIRUS DEATHS IN THIS NATION, the shut down economy, the hugest national disaster in a century, the unfathomable amount of unemployment, the entire lock down of us all with a completely altered NEW NORMAL REALITY, and yes; do you really want me to go on? Yessir, you just tell me how hugely WRONG MOUNTAINPEN AND MORIANITY IS NOW, me' GREAT FOLKS AND FOLKSINGERS TOOthpaste TOO, when I dare to claim that I am behind everything, and that parallel event is a real true thing that is happening around me and has been since middle 1986. Yessir everyone, U just keep showing me how wrong I am now, yo!!!!!!!! But let us move on now to PATTY AND MERRY for crying out FONTANA LOUDspeakers AND LOUD, Sir Microsoft Corporation, and New Age Author-Father, Sir James Redfield (JRSS)!!!!!!!!!!!

When we think while we're 'awake', we can indeed do some heavy daydreaming similar to my grandmother back in school as the story was imparted to me via my mom as of course she was her mom. Suddenly my grandmother, Mizz Grace Isabel Huntington, would find herself being rudely interrupted from her deep thoughts to her teacher saying to her, “Grace Isabel Hunt-ting-ton, are you paying attention in this class”? I heard that story from me' mom at least five hundred times while growing up. I blogged it a lot also during my first couple of years blogging the BOM. Yes, we all daydream, but we think and when we think, being trapped in a material body that interacts to quote lovely Amy from Cooley Hall, “IN A MATERIAL WORLD”, we don't physically move into the thought-realm that we create because our body and 'our self' has mass or WEIGHT. Gravitation prevents this from occurring. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and yessir, a big ass BUTT and but; when our subconscious mind is thinking (dreaming), it is not connected to our bodies as you all know. Our bodies are left in our beds while these thoughts literally propel us out and into the realms of hyperspace and its countless and virtually limitless parallel alternate realms, the (dream-worlds) as many mystics and psychics refer to them as. I need to build up this little foundation before getting into my discourse today regarding the great and illustrious Patricia H. Hollister H. and lovely Merry!!! Remember people, I only knew Patty all throughout those days of the 'seventies', and I DID NAUT KNOW 'LITTLE MERRY'. So then, speaking of the same kind of logic that just doesn't stack up to true facts like that DOW JONES and its recent APRIL trading, WHY was I having ALL OF THOSE MANY MANY MANY MANY 'DREAMS' of Merry, and never of Patty?????????? you can't tell me that you never wondered at all about this. I never thought of her back in the nineties when this was all getting this huge foothold in my life, and I wasn't ever a music fan of anyone, not like most other people who go to lots of concerts, and spend big bucks on many records, tapes, CD's, and-or “WHATEVER”, Congressman-1975 RA-B4U were 1!!!!!!!!!!! I BELIEVE MIKE MCNULTY WOULD SAY RIGHT NOW, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, would he naut, Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE??????????

No people, I never went around thinking of Merry back in those times, and when these blogs all began, and it is all right here as proof to back up me' words right now; all I was talking about were the GODS, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, LASER TRACE DISTANCE DELAY TECK, WORLD LABORATORIES OF THE LATE 22 HUNDREDS, COOLEY HALL, HADDONWOOD HEALTH CLUB, ATLANTIC CITY, AND SARAH KRASSLE, AND THE STOLEN CHAIN-DREAM! Outside of that circle may have had a few other subsets of items but never was anything about Patricia Hollister or MC for crying out loud, and we all can go back to the beginning of MORIANITY and verify that powerhouse truth any darn time. The closest connection ever right through the entire first two years of these blogs, was at the HADDONWOOD CLUB of Deptford, New Jersey-USA, when Merry's step dad that the world thinks of as her real dad, came there for about two or three months and wanted to engage me to do some wild tricks and stunts in the Haddonwood pool. All these things are in there, but only this and maybe a reference or two about the 1996-1997-1968 weird beyond words TIME TRIP OF SHOEBOX-TABLETS, were glossed over, and that was it! So again I ask anyone out here, so why THE MANY MANY MANY MANY DREAMS OF MC? Do any of you have a lot of dreams about someone who you never are thinking about in any way? If so, I would be more than interested to read a shared comment, because it, as the DJIA APRIL 2020 TRADING BEHAVIOR, makes absolutely NO SENSE whatsoever, and you all know it toothpaste 222222222222222222!!!!!!!!!! Well folks, JANE STENCHARLET WITCHBITCH SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE just got me AGAIN, with her rotten mother loving ONES-GROUPATION ASSAULT, so grant me pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze the permission to do my compensation for that, yo yo yo yo yo!!!

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AND THE IRONY BEYOND IRONIES IS THAT THIS HAPPENED WHEN ELSE LOVELY PEEPS, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT AT MISS BITCH SLEAZE OF THE CLOCK, JUST LIKE GASOLINE POURED RIGHT ONTO THE FIRE!!!

So then tell me great world; is REALITY-3 behind both the A-B of the parallel event of things, or are the A-B events not omnidirectional, and if not, which way are things really happening, and the questions can literally go on forever, so let me show you what I mean here, great folksingers and folks out here and loyal Blogaudians:!!!!!!!!! You know that for somewhere between 4-8 weeks now, I am taking BRUTAL ASSAULTS FROM THE MILITUFORCE and they are immediately either followed by a HUGE UP DOW JONES MARKET, or the market has this HUGE UP-SWING and then it is instantly followed by this HUGE BRUTAL MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME, USUALLY WITH MAJOR NOISE FROM MY #605 ENEMY FROM MEXICO OR A MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE FROM THIS FORCE FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)! Let's explore this, all Rhonda's and Joanna's EVERYWHERE, shall we, in or out of all Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Parks of areas just east of non-EDEN, but HAMMONTON switcheroo Chatsworth BERRYTOWNS OF ULTRA MAGICAL KINGDOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know that there is no way, at least that I'm freaking aware of, to prove whether PARALLEL EVENT is truly real or merely a combined 'B-EVENT' to the 'A-EVENT' of REALITY-3!!!!!!!! So if some external HALLS FAWCE is acting on this, then here is what would have to be happening in this sicko whack-job GASME GAME OF THESE SICKO GODS OF THE ASTRAL REALM:!!!!!!!!!! By the way B4I forget to tell U all of this, I have a crazy computer that won't allow me to adjust for savings verses standard time twice a year. When we are in the normal regular time (STANDARD), my computer clock is accurate. When we're in the SAVINGS TIME however, the real time is always an hour later than me' darn clock displays gives me, so when I said that I was struck by Fonda-Garbage and HER ONES-ASSAULT at her demonic ONES-TIME, the real darn time was 2:11 and so my computer clock said MISS BITCH, digitally of course!!!!! Now that this is cleared up me' great peeps out heredahelda and out HERE yo; allow me to continue onward with the point at hand, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So during this most recent new GASME-GODS-GAME of the M2F (MILITUFORCE), where I get MAJOR UTILITY AND 605 NOISE ASSAULTS) and the markets right before that or right after that are FLYING WITHOUT ONE RATIONAL EXPLANATION; how can we ever totally and absolutely know for sure if what is truly going on is not these sicko whack-job M2F GODS of the ASTRAL-PLANE merely doing BOTH OF THESE THINGS, and making me endlessly believe in this wild correlation of connected events that run in some endless and beyond weird and bizarre omnidirectional way? Here is one argument for this so-called 'REALITY-3-GAME' NAUT BEING TRUE: We are going to only focus on one thing right now, and as other times and other blogs happen down the line, we can do all sorts of gol-darn arguments for believing both ways. If the REALITY-3-GAME is real, verses the regular parallel event being what is happening, then WHY does this PARALLEL EVENT WORK IN MATHEMATICAL STUFF LIKE APPLYING IT TO THE THREE PARAMETERS OF THE CASINO GAME CALLED ROULETTE???

In 1986, I was sitting in me' Highview Apartments BATHTUB one early middle winter day, and suddenly DIANA just revealed how this PARALLEL-EVENT CAN BE APPLIED TO THE 3 GAMING PARAMETERS OF THE 'ROULETTE' GAME, and those being the RED/BLACK PARAMETER, the ODD/EVEN PARAMETER, and the 1-18/19-36 OR LOW/HIGH PARAMETER. She detailed it in my mind just as she detailed in the mind of Albert Einstein, all of his mathematical models that led to all of his great and world famous theories and formulas, including his most renown one, Energy equals mass time the speed of light squared. WOW-WOW!!!!!

6:03 PM, APRIL 13, MONDAY, 2020

ANOTHER WORST HORRENDOUS DAY HERE IN GOOD OLD FLORIDA-USA, FOR THE PITIFUL, PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN!

HERE IS WHAT IS HAPPENING, PEOPLE: As soon as I posted up my last blog, my ENEMY NABE IN UNIT 605, MISTER MEXICO, BEGAN BLASTING HIS SUB-WOOFERS AT ME FOR TWO SOLID ILLEGAL HOURS, BEGINNING AT JUST PAST FOUR AND STOPPING AT JUST SHY OF SIX. First came the COMCAST TV SERVICE FREEZING UP, then came the COMPUTER HACKING WHICH GOT WORSE WHEN I WAS POSTING UP MY BLOG-STATS, with some ILLEGAL CRIMINAL HACKING DOG LICKING SUB SCUM SLIME EATER, TAKING CONTROL OF MY MOUSE AND NOT LETTING ME TYPE IN WORDS IN THE AREA OF 'KEYWORDS' WHICH IS WHY A LOT OF STUFF CAME OUT ALL WEIRD, SUCH AS MY OLD 1969 PAL BRAD COMING OUT IN SOME BEYOND CRAZY OTHER four-charachter GROUPING. THEN AS SOON AS I QUIT AND POSTED, POOF, THE DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR BEGAN TO OPEN UP HIS VOLUME CONTROL ON ME AND LET ME HAVE A WALL SHAKING EARFULL, OH FBI, OH ACLU, OH WORLD COURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some dirt bag new hack is not allowing me to print the word (character) in caps, as when I do, it just keeps switching to SMALLS. Here comes a nasty super right side DEATH-ANGEL-ASSAULT ON ME, at 6:11.

I SERIOUSLY DOUBT THAT I WILL SURVIVE THE 2020 YEAR OF ELECTION, OR (RE-ELECTION OF DONALD DIRTBAG TRUMP) TO BE MORE SPECIFIC HERE. THIS MOTHER LOVING THUG IS TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND REMEMBER HOW BAD HE AND HIS HENCHMEN MADE IT FOR ME IN 2016. MY BLOGS WERE STOPPED AND SO IN REAL TIME YOU DO NOT KNOW MY DAY TO DAY HELL WITH THIS MONSTER, BUT I DID TELL YOU ALL HOW HE FLOODED MY APARTMENT AND GOT THE SPRINKLER SYSTEM TO DO THIS WHEN THERE WAS NO FIRE, AND HE DID MANY THINGS AFTER THE OCTOBER SURPRISE TO MAKE SURE HE WOULD WIN AND USE HIS ALMIGHTY ICPE-APE-TECH AGAINST ME. HERE COMES MY WONDERFUL AND LOVELY (`~HACK). WEIN?

I told you all that when WEATHER AROUND ME AND MY LOCAL AREA GOES WILD AND DEMONIC, on top of times when I am suffering with MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULTS, this is when I am about as CLOSE TO DYING AS IT GETS ON THIS PLANET FOR ME? Well folks, it hit 96 degrees at 5 of the clock this disafsternoon, and even now at past six, it is still 95 and feeling well over a hundred.

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THINGS DON'T GET WORSE THAN THEY ARE FOR ME RIGHT NOW, LADIES AND GASH DOG GENTLEMEN OUT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 ULTRA MAJOR BEYOND DEATH ASSAULT MILITUFORCE STRIKE AND ELDER ABUSE AND CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION ON ME HERE ON THIS 13^th DAY IN APRIL OF 2020, WITH ANOTHER GIGANTIC MAJOR UTILITY STRIKE DEATH SIEGE, WITH A CABLE-TV-FREEZE UP AT HALF PAST TWO FOLLOWED BY MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND SERVICE INTERRUPTION; AS WELL AS A MAJOR UNIT 605 ENEMY NABE FROM HELL ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME, AND USE 100 PERCENT MAX-POWER AGAINST WHOEVER DID THIS TO ME AND WIPE OUT EVERYBODY WHOM THEY LOVE AND CHERISH AS WELL, 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.

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I fully believe that me' Atlantic City enemies, as well as me' daughter and her family; are indeed WIPING ME OUT. I of course cannot prove it, and must be very careful, as many many many many people love and worship my daughter. Isn't my life a gash darn quintessential hell on Earth, me' people?

SUPER LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK

AT 4:54 A.M., THURSDAY, 16 APRIL OF 2020

MORIANITY-4

NO SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI?

9:43 PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, & 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED, OR (MURDERED) ACTUALLY!

THE ENDpointURI, AND THE END SIR MIKE SOFT WEIRDCHORD WEIRDWORDS, & STINKING BADLY!!!

THE NOW, UNFORTUNATELY DEFUNCT:

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DESPITE SIR ROBERT MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA!

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' cut me a break with all of this incredible junk here, me' lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Caldor-113 Leo, for crying out LOUDspeakers LOUD?????????

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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

Hello to Easter Sunday, and this will be a day where if the poor old pathetic Mountainpen can't prove to his Blogaudians that JRSS or the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME is real and beyond absolutely incredible, then I truly need to quit, and give up, and forget about ever doing one more blog, for the rest of my miserable gash darn life; me' great folks, and yessir Microsoft, folksingers toothpaste TOO, YO YO YO YO!!!!

Here is why I am saying this, folks; and before going into it, rarely will I be doing highlights, and a whole lot of font coloration alterations, and other non-text stuff; at least until after this global pandemic nightmare is over, and my ability to get to a computer repair shop or a public library if necessary, is again back to normal, whatever the darn heck “NORMAL” really and truly is any more, me' great wonderful kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think that it has been well proven and established now, to anyone with half working eyes and ears and a third working brain; THAT THE VERY SAME EXACT FAWCES WHO PUT OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO DEATH APPROXIMATELY 1990 YEARS AGO in Jerusalem, are behind MY POST AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE CURSE, and especially the extremely wild and humanly illogical and unexplainable paradox of complete and total utter absurd idiocy, that Morianity calls the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION SYNDROME, and has discussed this on many prior blogs, ever since this blog-project began in 2006. Before moving on with this, that darn DEATH ANGEL is just about NON-STOP, passing me on both me' LEFT SIDE, and me' RIGHT SIDE!!!!!!!!! Sir Chester-Frank would say it far better than I ever could, great people, with his now somewhat globally famous bar utterance of, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!

Now people, you'd think that 'SATAN', as he is biblically referenced and named, and what Mountainpen's MORIANITY calls the (M2F) and is just as ONE AND THE SAME THING as the great fifties black and white TV-show's character, (SUPERMAN and Clark Kent), WOULD NEVER EVER DO the one thing that would ultimately WIPE OUT HIS DEMONIC PLANS of injuring humanity and of course then led to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and then following this as a direct result, the beginning of the religion called Christianity. This, according to any and all teachings of Christian Seminary, would be the quintessential MATTER & ANTI-MATTER!!!!!! So too would be allowing a human being to gain so much wisdom, by surviving an inconceivable amount of nightmare hellishness that endlessly surrounds him, AND WHO THEN MANAGES SOMEHOW TO SURVIVE IT, AND BECOME ULTIMATELY STRONGER FOR DOING SO! BUT AGAIN, these FAWCES did just that, TO ME; FROM AUGUST OF 1986, THROUGH THIS VERY PRESENT SATURDAY MORNING'S JUST PAST 6 AM QUINTESSENTIAL DEATH HARASSMENT AND COMPUTER ASSAULT, THAT TOTALLY WIPED OUT THIS COMPUTER, AND WITHOUT A MIRACLE STRAIGHT FROM ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS (LORDESS) JEHOVAH NEECEY KRASSLE, WOULD BE JUST A PILE OF JUNK IN THE LANDFILL! The point to all of this is that just as a gambler who has a loving family and knows totally well in all logic that he will lose everything, his home, his family, his way of life, his livelihood, all of it and more is he won't stop his destructive reckless gambling habits, yet GOES RIGHT ON DAY AFTER DAY THROWING IT ALL AWAY. I suppose an alcoholic and many other similar things could all be classified into what I label the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION SYNDROME (GDS) for short. I suppose we could even say this is the GODS if we want to make a little joke and game on them for a change, by adding in the word 'obliteration', (Gamblers Obliteration and Destruction Syndrome) [GODS]!!!!!!!!!!!! But staying with the point here, which is of utter and major consequence; I've heard it said in churches back as a very young adult man, by congregants, as well as pastors, and even on television with televangelists, and just peeps having general conversations on the boob tube concerning this very wild matter of, gee willagars yo, why would this great devil who supposedly is the second most powerful FAWCE in the cosmos right there under GOD HERSELF or ITSELF if you prefer, or say HIM if you want to; but why would this powerful and super highly intelligent being who should know better, such as that gambler or alcoholic should also know better, yet keeps doing his destructive thing and loses it all; but yes, that ultimate query of WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY would SATAN, knowing fully well that KILLING CHRIST, or having the SON OF GOD MURDERED, would lead directly to his destruction; then go ahead and DO IT????? I have for three plus decades now, wondered why this FAWCE THAT HAS WIPED OUT MY LIFE (the church's SATAN) and (my M2F), do this to me, while seeing that it only makes me get more and more onto things that THIS FAWCE ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T WANT ME TO GET ONTO, and so folks, if this is not the epitomized reflected sameness, to the world famous quest for why SATAN KILLED JESUS CHRIST, then I do not know, and never can know, JUST WHAT WOULD BE???!!! This has bothered me in ways that no words could hope to even begin to express, for at least a quarter century now; and yet only TODAY, (EASTER-SUNDAY) for crying out loudspeakers LOUD, Sir MIGHTY MICROSOFT CORPORATION; did I put this incredible and beyond hyper-amazing duality of all of this together!!!!!!!! So boy oh boy oh boy, Mom!!!

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I was on PAGE ELEVEN, and I quickly typed in this groupation of FIVES, to avoid seeing that horrible rotten JANE FONDA, digitally represented from back in the spring time of 1993, with her eternal baseball-BRAVES-hat on, and mocking me with her ONES-CLOCK-ASSAULT that night in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, ESMWG, so HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! I hope you enjoy 20 minnina-kalpa's of DOGTOWN!!!!!!!

Yes, my survival of all of this POST AUGUST-1986-NIGHTMARE-CURSE has somehow allowed me to become unfathomably enlightened to TRUTHS of REALITY. The desire to survive and beat these HALLOWEENTOWN HALLS FAWCES OF MIZZ HOLLISTER, AND KING/CALLIO FAMILY, as well as simultaneously SEEK, AND KNOCK, AND DESIRE WISDOM AND TRUTHS, that are behind all of these wild and horrible things that have suddenly surrounded me; IS WHAT HAS ALLOWED ME TO KNOW ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I KNOW NOW UP HERE IN THIS 2020 YEAR. For anyone who's ever wondered, gee if the Mountainpen isn't a total nutcase whack-job, and this is all true, and he knows so many wild things; just how can he know all of this????? Well, NOW YOU KNOW the answer to that one. Learn at least one new thing every day, and you'll always be ahead. That was a great and wise sound bite from another one of me' COOLEY HALL educators (teachers), the illustrious Misses Mildred B. Young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great folks and Blogaudians, it was my SURVIVAL OF SO MUCH AGONY FOR SUCH A PROLONGED AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS STILL AN ONGOING NIGHTMARE EVEN AS I SPEAK RIGHT NOW, ALONG WITH MY INTENSE DESIRE TO KNOW JUST WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME SINCE WHATEVER IT IS, IT IS COMPLETELY INVISIBLE AND TOTALLY UNDETECTABLE, BY ANY RATIONAL, OR LOGICAL HUMAN WORLD WAYS OF DETECTING, AND ANALYZING STUFF!!!!!!!! I was not only suffering as much as any of you if you were in a dentist chair every day for twelve hours with root canal work being performed on very sore and infected teeth in your mouths, but at the same time, was banging and banging on doors all over the world, seeking, trying to find out what is happening all around me, not being too afraid to ask any questions or do just about anything to detect and learn all that could possibly be learned, day and night, with every tick of the clock. Then before the nineteen-nineties had even ended, it became literally 24-7, as I began to learn that our sleeping and dreaming worlds are equally important and equally connected to any and every single thing around us that is a part of our so-called human real world waking life! Don't be too quick to judge me oh world. None of you would have survived my life in a million years, and I would be willing ANY DARN TIME, TO BET MAFIA BORROWED MONEY, on a double or nothing wager, that this is so, with no amount limit at all. Screw your ALLIGATORS, SIR MIKE SOFT CORP. THAT is how darn buttwipe sure I am that this is all totally real, correct, and true!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I know that the entire universe/cosmos is nothing but an ultimately advanced beyond super-high-tech computer-video-game of a sort, played literally by the GODS of the ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory), that piece of reality that is literally in-between the zero dimensional void, and the actual starting 'BIG BANG' or birth of our cosmos. The scientists of the worlds of Quantum and Particle Physics and those who are involved in the acceleration-tunnel projects, CERN LABS and others, call this 'location' the PLANCK-TIME, after a great man of science whose name was indeed, “PLANCK”. They scoff at my wisdom of just what all of this truth is. I of course, knowing fully well that I am right, scoff right back at all of them. We all are playing the game of these GODS of the PLANCK-TIME (Purgatory) (Astral-Plane) and many other names as well, from the Bardo, the spirit world, the psychic planes, and on and on and on android0.3 NOT DON, but speaking of NOT DON or ON, I told you all how I know for a fact that the typewriter inventors were all part of this wild GASME-GODS-GAME, and this is why GAMES when I type too fast and don't check out my words for accuracy, come out as GASME, and many other things such as my original Jersey 2006-2009 blogs all talked about, such as TWO-TOW, USE-SUE, and if you examine just me' past five blog chapters, you will see some more pretty wild and clever GASME-GODS-GAMES at work in all of this, yo!!!!!! Some times I reedit, some times I retype my own 'open-office files', and then re-post the corrections, but leave prior blogs there on purpose, to show how all of these mentioned things in my incredible darn Morianity, is all so darn real, and so gash dog true, yo BRO!!!

Being “made in the image of these PURG-GODS”, we too have a huge desire for PLAYING GAMES and is why we all have and most love sports, games, the Olympics, and so on and so forth! Being made in their image is also why we have the emotions and feelings that we do. The BIBLE tells of many emotions experienced by both A-COPY, and B-COPY SSJKK (God and Jesus), and even C-COPY (the Holy Ghost), can be grieved. That is absolutely biblical, so read it, or ask your dog darn pastor if you doubt me' words. Our love of GASME-GAMES and all the stuff we gravitate towards, right down to and including our more modern era's video and computer gaming, is just like the real games only sort of dumbed way way down, or AGAIN, Biblically, like “Seeing through a darkened glass”! I know my BIBLE, and how about you, you crooked (for the most part) televangelist slime scum, who dare to use the ALMIGHTY to make your fortunes???!!!!!!

I now will give my blogging audience this following darn CAVEAT or (warning), in more of a modern day verbiage translation!!!!! If 5 days and nights go by without my POSTING A BLOG AT THE BLOGGER-GOOGLE WEB-SITE, I have been silenced by BLACK HAT HACKERS WHO HAVE WIPED OUT ME' COMPUTER, and will be off-line until the ending of this NIGHTMARE GLOBAL PANDEMIC HEALTH CRISIS. As you all know, it was a miracle that I got up and running after the 6 AM assault on me and this computer, MY LEGAL PROPERTY!!!!!!!!! Crimes as you know, against me, DO NOT EVER GET PROPERLY PUNISHED BY MY ENEMY AUTHORITY PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer have any love nor respect for any authority as a result. I will obey, but I will no longer respect any of it, ever again. WHY THE DARN 'EF' SHOULD I, for crying out loudspeakers-LOUD, YO BREEEEEEEEE????? So until the end of this health crisis comes, public libraries and internet cafes are all closed down as you all know, as are any and all local computer repair shops. So if I get my FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS VIOLATED AGAIN and without higher plane remedy; and five days and nights pass without a blog from the Mountainpen; then you will know that until the crisis is over, so are me' doggone blogs, me' great Blogaudians!!!!!!!

So here is what was done to me: I was correcting a previous blog's misspellings and other errors, and adding colors and highlights, and suddenly I was struck super darn hard by the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT HACKER GROUPATION. They gave me a BRAND NEW HACK that I'll now call and label as the (IMMOVABLE-HIGHLIGHT-HACK), or for a shortened abbreviation, the (IH-HACK). All of a sudden, some of the highlighted text on my document would not go away no matter what I did. If some of it did eventually go off, it was instantaneously replaced with another area close by, that picked it up. Here is a quick example, only it was only as highlighted as a normal area gets when we highlight it with our mouse or whatever newer tech way they do it.

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new, let me ask you really nicely can you spare us just a few. SUDDENLY, when I attempted to change a color in a certain grouping of words, a section close by would highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try and do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new, let me ask you really nicely can you spare us just a few. SUDDENLY, when I attempted to change a color in a certain grouping of words, a section close by would highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try and do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:

Then folks, after about two minutes of trying to get out of the hack and without success, I even tried to bring up a new file, and the very same infection was on my master system of typing in a file name to make a particular job come onto the system. The only thing I could do then was to manually shut down as I do in many cases of a MAJOR HACK AND A MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION AND SEVERE ELDER ABUSE ON ME. When I reopened the computer or rebooted as peeps in the industry say, I went to input me' PASSWORD, and it came up saying invalid, and would not allow me to get back into me' own computer. I tried and tried for five minutes or so, and no darn dice. I then unplugged the entire system and modem and everything for five minutes. Still, no dice. I tried it again for a little bit longer, and then when it came on, and before the password request screen came on, instead of using me' “ENTER-KEY” to reboot the WINDOWS-7 system, I let the auto-counter just tick away by itself that manually will turn it all back on after 30 seconds. Fearing that the hack could be in my ENTER-KEY, I did not use it after typing in me' password, but rather, I used me' darn mouse, and I clicked the tiny little box to the right of the password box. POOF, I was BACK IN!!!!! I have naut shut off me' system since. I allow it to go into the 'SLEEPER-MODE', and the only way to bring it on again is to hit the ENTER KEY, and it works. This has not worked for five or six years, so I know the HACK IS SOMEHOW IN ME' DARN ENTER-KEY. But as soon as I get another involuntary computer update screen where the system goes through new updates; it will require the password again, so I give the caveat to my Blogaudians that if I am not up on a blog for 120 hours, then look for me when the Corona-Virus crap is all over and done with, and naut before. Also, there is another possibility besides an update that will cause me to need to use a password, and this is an electrical outage or interruption, black or brown out. As soon as this pandemic junk ends, I intend to go to a geek store and have my password system removed. I never use financial stuff on the machine, so I don't need a password. If someone does something, what else is new? My entire adult and even kid life is one long never ending grouping of major and nasty criminality being done against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I must stop the blog now for an hour TV break, so I can enjoy a great old nineteen-sixties show that the great “ME-TV” airs at 4 in the morning on Sunday's, called, “The Time Tunnel” with that awesome lovely Mizz Lee Meriwether. I am NAUT misspelling her name, as she plays the role of that beyond white hot gorgeous 'ANN' on the show, and Mike Soft and his Hellwrecker-Spellchecker is of no help in spelling her name, as most unusual or rare surnames are not within the dictionary systems of most word processing programs!!!!!!!!!!! I'll be 'bacccchk' shortly, oh Governor Arnie Muscles, so pweeeeeze do naut TERMINATE ME, YO!!!!!!!!! TANX, and a great big huge gargantuan “BOOOOOOOM”! And now me' great awesome peeps out there 'somewhere', and to quote lovely non-Dawn-Marie King or EVIL-CHUCKIE here yo; “I'm BACK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great show, as always. It brings back a lot of memories about the following orbital time for good old Comet-H and my lovely 1986 year. OH BOY, mom!!!!!

Now let us move on and finish up this whittle darn blog, folksingers and yessir Mike Soft, folksingers toothpaste TOO!!!!!!!!

It is beyond major obvious to me, that both my Atlantic City ENEMIES, as well as (ICPE-APE-TECH) parallel event, and proving all of me' claims concerning the endless nightmarish connections with the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, DONALD JOHN TRUMP, AND MYSELF, EVER SINCE THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES; all being real and true, and absolutely indisputable; will cause me every single time I really go to town on blogs and attempt to prove these things with most recent current event 'happenings', with or without any 1969 assists from the great Sir Mister Count Von Marcucci of the Shaver-Cuts-Club of all non-Roseann Delaney's EVERYWHERE; that there will be a never missed, and extremely dependable “RONALD REAGAN” IMMEDIATE-COUNTER-ATTACK, and major PUNISHMENT for the Mountainpen which is of course, another perfect example of Clark Kent and SUPERMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The MILITUFORCE won't permit me to keep taking advantage of PERFECT SITUATIONS that come along about as rarely, OR ALMOST as rarely, as Haley's darn Comet; where circumstances in the life of Planet Earth, will be absolutely favorable for proving my claims; NAUT WITHOUT THEM GIVING ME A MAJOR KNEE JERK REACTION COUNTER-STRIKE ANIWHO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Dennis Snyder wouldn't be able to say his famous lines any better if you gave him a plate of steroids and a billion dollars cash money for doing so, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I won't lie. I waited about eight years and it was somewhere in the early summer time in the year of 2012, and I remember clearly as a clanging church-bell, thinking one day to me'self, “I am going to wait for a really totally perfect day and time where stuff in the world is going on where I can absolutely prove that the stock market has done just what I claim that it has ever since 1986, and then I'll do a MAJOR MAJOR BUNCH OF BLOGS about it all”!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your darn rotten ALLIGATORS, Mister Microsoft!!!!!!!!!! That annoying DEATH-ANGEL is passing me NON-STOP, all day, all night, sometimes even while sleeping and waking me up, and this has been extra bad since the ending days in 2019, but as 2020 came in and got more and more into the late winter and then the spring time, like WOW, as the kids would put it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is totally darn WEEDEEKAWUSS, lovely 'Katy Fightsongs' of 1997, before you became the great and wonderful KP and always acted like you wanted to knock my lights out up there in Abseacon near your great wonderful Uncle Admiral's FAA-Technical Center in the neighboring town of Pomona, just west of the DQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wonderful Sir Chester-Frank, and mighty 'Shoeknockeroutter' toothpaste TOO, yo!!!!!! Yessir world, I waited for a long EIGHT DARN YEARS, and then IT HAPPENED, and I began shouting out about it just last darn week, did I NAUT, MIZZ LOVELY AT&T BLAKE from good old 1983??????????????? I feel that I have MADE ME' CASE, and shown you all just how real what I have claimed all darn along, truly is, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!! And yessir world, I HAVE BEEN AS YOU ALSO ALL KNOW BY NOW, EXTREMELY PUNISHED AS A RESULT, WITH ALL OF THIS INCREDIBLE ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE AND HARASSING PERSECUTION FROM THIS CRIMINAL EVIL DISEASED MILITUFORCE (M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, on the great CNN, I was watching some very trustworthy reports telling how Trump after making his trip to JAPAN a short while back, was all tantrum'd out and throwing a four year old hyper-fit, about the so-called “crashing stock market”. That is all he ever cares about, and it is also ALL THAT HE EVER HAS CARED ABOUT SINCE THIS NIGHTMARE WITH HIM, AND PARALLEL EVENT, AND MY DEATH PERSECUTION, ALL GOT STARTED IN THE DARN NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!! If it takes me 700 darn butt-wiping years, I am going to get my TRUE STORY BELIEVED BY THIS ENTIRE EARTH-PLANET YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, and Microsoft darn folksingers and toothpaste's as well; ALL ALONG SINCE THE SIXTIES, AND SEVENTIES, AND EIGHTIES; lovely and incredible awesome Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard has been some kind of a major hub in all of these things. She, unlike Paula King or Sarah Callio of eastern-No Joysey, is the real and true WITCH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. I told a little bit about “the witch from Atlantic City” to quote me'self from the summer time of 1980, to the dude I now refer to as JOE, the “MAFCO electrician”, at the famous Jefferson Street Mac-Andrews & Forbes Company, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, while I was working as a security guard there, contracted by the world famous WELLS FARGO SECURITY COMPANY, the very same security company that we've all seen in the western movies where robbed stage coaches were involved. But at those times where I was telling electrician JOE about THE WITCH from AC-NJ, I was naut thinking of lovely PATTY HHH, but rather, SARAH from AC-NJ! Keeping things totally honest and BOB SCHLEIGH 'REAL' heredahelda and HERE folksingers and FOLKS; all I knew for sure back in those times, was that some force somewhere was definitely screwing with me, and already had robbed me from a large chunk of my human life in present persona of the blown out from Purgatory's realm into this STM of 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Now as I stated recently, I am sure that many of my wild dreaming-interactions from these 1980 days, including the goddess PAULA singing that 'LOIS-FOCA' song to me, at the outside area of Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store on 10-SC Avenue, to Gawky Gaukauk the magical ASTRAL BLACK PANTHER CAT that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ALLSTATE INSURANCE, or great African-American leaders of the past, and Mister “PHONY-VOICE” Denzell Washington, but rather, it had very much to do with my practice from time to time, of the mighty Astral World's spirit-travel meditation handbook-instructional manual, known as the “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just like the famous sixties drug, LSD; people can get all kinds of AFTER-EFFECTS from using both that drug as well as that exact method of physical plane meditation, when those precise instructions for practicing this spirit travel stuff is performed. In real honest candor and truth peeps, perfect practice of this meditation will bring people who use this to practically the exact same and similar situation as an LSD taker would have. The only difference is that you CANNOT, AT LEAST IN THE YEAR OF 2020, BE BUSTED OR GET A CRIMINAL RECORD for doing it, as it is not against any laws of this time period. Who knows about the photon-projection, as far as the photon memory, well, we all have heard the tales of the many witch trials and witch burnings. But right now in the present times, well, use it at your own risk folks as there are no guarantees to how your life may become effected by doing it on a regular basis, and I never told anyone that it was as safe as a sleeping babe in a mother's arms. I don't lie or tell stories, unlike the 45^th President of this nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have indeed used FASCITAR many times, and sometimes I even used the I-CHING in the very same way that it was used in that fictional television soap show of the sixties, “DARK SHADOWS”. These things ARE QUITE REAL, at least they were very real for me when I screwed around with both of them, and that, I'll swear in a court of law, any time, and anywhere, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But people, remember thissssssss and remember it good, yo; PATTY HHH was no ordinary person. She did things that normal peeps do not do like talk to dead people on a regular basis, chant, do Wiccan practices, eat strange foods, and organize things to happen, at least IMHO, that would have major reasons for her wanting them to happen but to happen without any trace or proofs that she had anything to do with it, and of course, I think we all know what is being discussed here and that is, two things for the really smart peeps; one, my getting the information for using FASCITAR, and two, secretly having our daughter with me as well as keeping the masses of this world ignorant to the true facts behind it all. Those not willing to be open minded right away love to laugh at me and say, “Hey Mark you darn bone head, you're lying because you're white”. Well, I have told the story of why my dad at the tender age of sixteen years, abruptly left his home in Toledo, Ohio, and joined the Merchant Marines, after learning of his heritage on his REAL father's side. This information would have been forever lost if not for something huge and something that I have yet to get into even after these fourteen plus years of blogging some way out there stuff to this world, yo BRRRRRRR!!! And just as John Denver didn't buy the RED SEA, oh SSJKK, I don't buy that darn hairbrush being swiped by that trained seagull that day in Atlantic City, right there at the area of my kid's conception, not a dozen yards to the south of the precise spot where lovely PHHH had her way with me when I was fourteen and a half years old, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and a great big huge WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY TOOthpaste TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are quite a lot of things that I haven't told, if anyone can believe that to be possible after reading most or all of the things I've posted during the past fourteen and a quarter years on these blogs now. Some of these things may just be around the corner for me to begin getting into with the world of the public domain. Much of it connects SOUND AND VOICES, and also how our mighty and deranged power-monger President Trump was also so fascinated by these very same things while growing up with his parents in Queens, NYUSAESMWG, and then right into his adult life too, just as with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now does lovely PHHH fit into that amazing mess too??? You can bet your sweet butt it does, lovely AMY Madigan Cornfields All-dreams, from late in the nineteen-eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, it all connects into COOLEY HALL, Bruce Alan Pennock, Bob McDowell, tape recorders, Patty, Paula, Melanie, and even Julia White herself. But it is all connected into many things beyond just this, such as why exactly my parents were DESTINED TO MEET at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard just to the south of the Walt Whitman Bridge, where my dad, and the great Professor Einstein, were all a part of a very wild and militarily denied experiment, and while my dad was dating my mom while she was employed at the great, and yes absolutely world famous and renown LAVINO SHIPPING COMPANY, that became a very active and powerful part of the great WORLD WAR ll WAR EFFORT. I can go on an don and on here, and no, you hacked out junk GASME-GODS-GAMERS, not 'on an don an don', yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every single part of life, when reexamined in that magical kingdom called “the land of HINDSIGHT”, will always display truths that can never ever pop into our conscious mental awareness while we actually are living through the events in real-time. That is a truth because that is literally a 7^th dimensional law or what Morianity has labeled in these blogs, 'THE BOM', as “LAWTRONICS”! You cannot escape the Lawtron. You will defy gravity first.

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DEAR SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:

Several hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME from some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then all day long, me' mother loving MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come back after being significantly better for about ten days or so, and it is here again with a runt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir Billy Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about now, yo, “SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT”!

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 & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 30, 2020, with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE FROM UNIT 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS, HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS AND ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE ASSAULTS; and 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

This is about as bad as it can get, kind Sheriff, yo. Thanx for nothing for all of your lovely honest help, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every single freaking day since last summer, Trump has screwed with me using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his Castle Casino in the summer of 1986, when his henchmen asked me what system I was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time that I had a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, since last July, when he struck my car, and AGAIN screwed with me' gash dog catalytic converter switch that he and his henchmen-mob have done now four times since living here in Fort Pierce; was when his DEFENSE TEAM needed to prepare to defend this monster MILITUFORCE crook in the United States Senate, after wonderful awesome Mizz Nancy Pelosi brought those two great Articles of Impeachment over to this governmental body of one hundred legislators, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” , oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!

But I will holler out for some darn help to my County Sheriff to the left of me, and my State Attorney General to the right of me, leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD FOXX, known as 'SANFORD & SON'!

Also, I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in 1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to refer to her as HOLLISTER, since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DARN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!! But yes, according to lovely Patricia HHH; one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking pirate costume, “Sonny, where's your buccaneers”? This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of all of the curves; “They're under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!! Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!! McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?

So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

CUM-PUKE-HER HACKING is off the freaking bunt scales MAJOR AGAIN, oh FBI, ACLU, SHERIFF KJM, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, and LOCAL FORT PIERCE PEEDEE AND CHIEF DIANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow quite Potter-magically, the MILITUFORCE has managed to really puck up me' computer-mouse, and not only electronically with digital data hacks, but somehow interfacing it even mechanically, so that the clicking operations are malfunctioning, and somehow are in a perfect duo tandem effect with each other, just as they used to do with analogue tape recording machines, both electronic as well as corresponding sucking mechanical hacking, somehow miraculously achieved in ways that go even beyond any darn PROJECT BLUEBOOK crap!!!!!!!!!! No known hacker can screw with the mechanical operations of a machine by any science I am privy freaking to. Just as all day long, these slicks in unit 608 won't rock chucking quit slamming their doors, and I know that they are SOMEHOW BEING TOLD, AND OR FORCED TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AT CERTAIN EXACT TIMES!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big BUTT but, speaking of Project Bluebook; I now know at least some of the reasons that my COMCAST TV SERVICE WAS HACKED AND CLUCKED WITH LAST NIGHT, at around 10, when the History Channel was airing episode number 2 of the BLUEBOOK SHOW'S SECOND SEASON, based on the re-viewing of the show at two in the morning. I was able to catch a later rerun of the very same show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things I heard spoken were obviously things that the TRUMPS-PEEPS, (M2F-SPACEFORCE) did NAUT want for me to listen to last gash darn butt night, ME BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA. HA-HA-HA-HA.

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The (`~HACK) is also getting quite bad again for the past several mother sucking days, Sheriff sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, this is no new bucking news to me whatsoever, NAUT 1 TINY BUTT BIT, YO! As soon as the short back off period went on maybe close to a week, I knew it was GONNA' BE RIGHT BACK TO FREAKING BUNT EATING BIZZ AS USUAL, just as soon as TRUMP'S HENCHMEN TEAM were all done defending him in the U.S. SENATE, and were again free to go back to FREAKING PERSECUTING POOR INNOCENT MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, (ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2018

3:19 POST MERIDIAN

“Boy oh boy oh Uncle Billy Wonderful life BOY”; am I UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER SUCKING TOTAL BUTT DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS TWO STRAIGHT RUNT HUFFING DAYS OF THIS NOW SIR, AND KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!

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WOW is this pathetic chosen HUNTINGTON under the big butt guns with death sky assaults, chemtrailing, poisonous vapors bringing me death bowel assaults and diareah, kind sir, and TOTALLY VIOLATING MY CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND NOT TO MENTION MY HUNTINGTON CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER SUCKING RIGHTS, SHERIFF SIR; YO YO YO YO!!!!

Well, there is a whole lot to mother loving tell, folks; and since the enemies and the HALLS FAWCES who control them are so mother sucking hellbent on wiping out a pathetic, and totally innocent United States citizen, who's done absolutely nothing ever to anyone; unlike what they all have done to me, for about five straight stunt chewing gash darn decades; I will now tell some things that put quite frankly and totally politely; WILL CROSS OVER SOME HUGE MOTHER SUCKING RED LINES, YO YO YO YO!

First off, I ran into a vely vely intelesting non Bob McDowell from Cooley Hall High Hell character, and maybe this dude was put in my path by them, or by those on my side of this great cosmic altercation, and as always, who can ever really know such things as these, save the angels themselves, and their creators, which is a wild tale that would so much interest and fascinate dudes such as the great and wonderful two somewhat famous now television educators, those being, NYU's Professor Michio Kaku and Mister great author, David Childress!!!!

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This dude works in a private capacity, and not in any way for the County of Saint Lucie, Florida, USA; and he is part of a group who runs errands such as small food deliveries to the poor and needy folks, around the holiday season, and other such philanthropic duties. His pal knocked on my door twice now with a box of foods, ranging from canned veggies with far off expiry dates, nice turkey-stuffing boxes, pinto beans, marshmallow bags, and so forth. Today, his manager was in the common area, talking to one of the tenants, while I was checking the mail that I only go and check about once in five days or so; and we talked for a moment after he had said good-buy to whom he was speaking with, and we sat down at one of the tables, and I only had two minutes, as I was going to my psych clinic, the Treasure Coast Behavior Health Clinic of Vero Beach, Florida, on US-Highway-1. But it was indeed long enough to let him know a few interesting things, since he said something mind blowing to me first, that literally opened up the door for my then saying what I spoke to him. It seems that he, along with a friend of his; both know a man who lives in the next county over from me to the south, Martin County; and this man gets a tone on his machine every time I post up a blog at Google-Blogger; and he goes up and prints it up. Then at meetings in his club, my blogs are topics of conversation. This is a place similar to a lodge that my late pal Mister Roth used to be a member of so many of, and this lodge is very secret, as are Dave Roth's Masonic Lodge; only this place is even more into things that pertain to the supernatural and the ET-situation. They only stumbled onto me about two months ago, but have now printed my older blogs back as far as about early 2014, and they are still working on getting all of them printed, all the way back to Morianity's beginning in early January somewhere, in the year of 2006, while I was residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Manor, in Mullica Township, New Jersey, just east along Route-30, from world famous BERRYVILLE, also known as (AKA) Hammonton. On top of this incredible stuff, me peeps, and other wonderful great blogaudians out here, YO; he personally is, as am I, a major fan of the great New-Age-Author, Mister James Redfield, and the other two giants IMHO, Doctor Bruce Goldberg, as well as Carlos Castaneda. As most Blogaudians know only too darn well, James Redfield is in total agreement with Morianity's concept that synchronization allows otherwise hidden stories to be told and realized throughout cosmos. Hidden by the way is merely another word that means 'occult'. Ask any really knowledgeable English Major from a great Ivy League University, and they will most definitely corroborate this powerful yet fully accurate information me folks; and IPYT!

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I will tell you more about this fellow in greater elucidation, but not today on this blog. Still, he said that the group wants me to do something that pertains to many things that Morianity discusses on blogs. He said to go to four random blogs from anywhere in the past, and scroll randomly down the Open-Office pages of them, and stop at random as well, and without even looking at anything, paste in two paragraphs and just keep going, from one blog to the next, four times, and do not post up photos or diagrams or anything pictorial or non-text material. Well, you want it, you've GOT IT!

In the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was committed on me by Robert McGuire, kind Sheriff. Why is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming to me in nightmares and dreams, and singing her stupid garbage song to me in 1980??????? WHY? If I did these things, you would put me into prison for the rest of my life, Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!

This began with unbloggable crap. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club, or the dude who was there in early AUGUST of 1996, right before it closed mysteriously down on a dime, without any reason at all. After grabbing it, Mickey the lifeguard, who I only know from this one particular universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard, and heard my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out, and everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he can't 'freaking' die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed me, shook me hard, and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild slit in seventeen million mother sucking years, I promise! When I have a wild NIGHT, I just about always have a wild DAY that follows. You might say that the parallel freaking bunt event for this to happen, is around 99%. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At mother loving 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it wouldn't go through to sucking pit. Some pit about circuits being busy, and the first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother loving dirt hole slit licker???

I know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!! © Mark Wayne Mohr.

Here are the two recent YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS, CLICK AND ENJOY IF YOU WANT, AND LOG OFF IF YOU DON'T WANT, SAWN YOU, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

http://youtu.be/KExU0kPESqk (Governor Jesse Ventura)

Governor Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone receiver.

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU 100% machine created, techno-pop.

YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC

TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are REALE, yo Tom.

To sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with the words to the song, YO.

Here are some other very interesting video links to Youtube postings, for those interested in my story, as most of these will connect what Morianity is all about, in one way or another. Hay, if you're not interested, that is your business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAVE A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.

Before you have that real nice day, the submarine dreams at Highview were all coming when I was going to the Haddonwood Swim Club, and they were all over the near shoreline of Long Beach Island, not far north of Atlantic City and Brigantine, in New Jersey. But there was more to those dreams, and it involved stuff way up here in this new present time, and only recently have I been able to see the connection and correlation between these events. More will be told later on this topic, as it is a real good time now to say the word, and so I will, like, *****W---O---W*****!!!!!!!!!

AND LIKE WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY

Recently, I have picked up a new enemy jag-off on a motorcycle, who tears by the building, and then intentionally guns his bike illegally, just to annoy and persecute me, as it happens right at my point of hearing it the worst, and I am planning to install a video system, a simple web-cam to allow me to keep a continuous surveillance of the street outside, and then take the prints into the police for a close up zoom of the license plate, and demand that I want to file a complaint against this WOMO ENEMY. His registration has to have a real human name, and it won't be WOMO, unless by sheer coincidence, it is James Q. Womo, and I doubt that will be the case. By the way, the nabes did some door banging and loud talking out in the hall, and a little bit of their subwoofer noise earlier today, as now it is ten minutes before seven on this Thursday evening as I type on. Still, they were toned down from their usual real loud annoying and uncouth partying norms. Hellapukeyuk and praise the SAR. In ancient Aramaic lingo, SAR means LORD, and ESS means ah. This is why the name of Goddess is equal to the name of Sarah, in Christianity of olden times of biblical antiquity and even into BCE dates. (Before the Common Era)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was on Tennessee Avenue in the winter of 1997, I met Robert McGuire for the first time, in my adult life. I know that I encountered him at least once as a youth as well, and this is topic for later blogs. Still, about just less than ten years later in the autumn of 2006, while with Edward Lynch, AKA Ed Himacane, on my blogs; this man did something that was right along the same lines of what he somehow did to me when we met in 1997 when I went down to ask some questions about the great Sarah Krassle. AS I SPEAK, A NASTY LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT TWO MINUTES PAST SEVEN THIS EVENING, 12/20/12. I have had since just the first day of summer, within a three percent tolerance of this figure, about 985 of these attacks now, pretty much averaged with left verses right sides, with a slight gain on the left side, reported just in case this bears out to have some weird significance, shortly, or far into the future; so it is now being recorded onto the blog legally, and permanently; and this will not be a part that is edited. Let us keep moving on with the topic of worm holes, Tennessee Avenue, the Ancient Astronaut Theory Club, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and great family overseer and director, MISTER Robert Nonwaterhosedreams McGuire. WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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