BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

8:19 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY EVENING

22 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I AM UNDER A EVER ENDING MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 75

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

TUESDAY, APRIL 21, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

NEW MOON

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.

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TODAY IS ANOTHER BEYOND SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO!!!!

THE EXACT SAME TWO MAJOR THINGS ARE BEING DONE TO ME NOW, EVERY TIME THE MILITUFORCE BOTBARS ME, AND THIS HAS BECOME MY NEW DEPENDABLE CLOCKWORK PRECISE ASSAULT, THAT CAN STAND UP TO SCRUTINY BY ANYONE MONITORING THIS ILLEGAL BEHAVIOR AGAINST ME NOW, DURING THIS GLOBAL PANDEMIC SITUATION FROM H-E-L-L!!!!!!!

It always starts with a COMCAST CABLE COMPANY SERVICES FREEZE UP, and is then followed shortly thereafter, by ENEMY MISTER MEXICO-605 NABE FROM HELL WITH HIS LOUD HORRIBLE DARN SUB-WOOFER ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME!!!!!!!!! This is the new 2020 HELLISHNESS that seems to have worked its way into a brand new dependable pattern harassment on me by the monstrous evil demonic TRUMPFORCE, SPACEFORCE, MILITFORCE!!!! This horrendous new assault is having a devastating negative effect on my already failing health, FBI, ACLU, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, and any other groups or peeps who just might give a 1969-hoot-pollute Indian canoe tear on or off of a hot nineties Ziggy's Beach in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!

Before I tell you all some stuff as a major counterstrike for this newest assault on me right now yo, let me set my Magnesonic System on a FULL BLOWN MAXED OUT POWER STRIKE BOMB MODE, and somebody out there somewhere, will be REAL DARN SORRY, REAL DARN SOON, for this 2020 beyond death siege that they're perpetrating upon pathetic, innocent, little nobody me!!!!! Yessir world, there was no reason for a thirty-six minute major music assault on me and I really thought I'd have this total penis licker this time, and was planning to press charges on him at ten past ten if he was still blaring his sub-woofers, but it only went on from 7:29 through 8:05 this rotten butTERCHEESE BUTT-WIPE EVENING, yo!!!!!!

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 APRIL 22, 2020 DAY, WITH MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION FROM MY ENEMY 605 NABE FROM HELL, THAT IS NOW ALWAYS IN SOME WEIRD TANDEM HARASSMENT WITH A COMCAST SERVICE FREEZE UP INTERRUPTION, AND FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGE THAT MAKES THE STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY BULLISH THROUGH THE SHEDDING OF MY INNOCENT BLOOD, 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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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

After the last death siege was perpetrated against me, I did a Ronald Reagan and launched an immediate counterattack by contacting an attorney and attempting to get file a law case on other enemies, after seeing a television commercial that said they operate on a contingency basis and if they see legal sufficiency for taking the case, they will take it at no cost to me and will then take a percentage of any monies awarded a successful court case. I of course am only doing this because I am counterstriking the MILITFORCE ENEMIES, but I wanted to see if this would back my problems off. It never ever backs off. I may get one or two days and THAT IS IT, then it comes right back on me like a room filled with rattlesnakes, and nothing I ever do seems to be able to stop this hellish nightmare. If you would not consider this a powerful supernatural force people, then I do not know what it would take to make you believe it. The only escape is out of this evil horrible empire when I turn age 66 years in early December, or whenever I can successfully get out of this nightmare place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This rotten Corona problem has come out of nowhere, and altered the entire picture of everything for everybody. Ever notice that for once, the rest of you are having a similar reality surrounding you that has been around me since August of 1986? Actually it now is two items for the rest of you, first the election of TRUMOP and then this darn Corona Virus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I right people? Didn't both of these things just sneak right up on all of you out of the blue, just like my words have preached to you all for 14 years now and counting, regarding how LIFE SUDDENLY ALTERED FOR ME ON A TOTAL GASH DOG DIME ON 15 AUGUST OF 1986?

Well there is one good piece of news that happened for me this morning, folksingers and FOLKS of the Mike Soft CORPORATION. I went to me' local Publix Grocery Store at the Virginia Avenue and Federal Highway US-1 Mall called the Palm Sable Mall, this morning to get some snakes and a few meals. When I got to the cash register, I may not have found an envelope on the floor with $368.50 in it, but I may as well have. I went to use me' EBT FOOD CARD thinking I might have five or ten bucks of benefits left on the month for purchasing food, and instead was informed that the account had the amount as shown above on it. Actually it had $372.00 but since I lost $3.50 yesterday by somehow dropping a cold cut pack out of one of me' grocery bags somewhere between the Save-A-Lot Grocery Store and me' apartment, and the cost of it was three and a half dollars, I still am ahead by $368.50. I want to sincerely thank whoever put that benefit into my account, whether it be a part of a federal money package from the stimulus or some state of Florida help as a result of the Global Pandemic, please know how much it was appreciated. Now I feel a lot more confident that me' $1,200.00 Federal Stimulus Money will be placed into me' bank account via direct deposit if it is not in there already. The bank is closed and I do not want to use any machines or mess with anything right now to check the balance. I would rather just wait since I cannot move out of this hellhole apartment anyway until the necessary restrictions are lifted. To quote me' mom and the great Uncle Billy from that great movie, “It's a Wonderful Life” starring Donna Reid and James Stuart, produced by the extremely talented Sir Frank Capra; “BOY OH BOY OH BOY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remembering things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in both time and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull you into their dreams to get knowledge from us, and this is done to secret agents a lot, and I am not aloud to discuss more about this, but it has to do with the original STAR TREK MOTION PICTURE and the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great production was more than a “thought in the minds of some Hollywooders”!

I do not swear on me' blogs after the Almighty answered a powerful prayer a couple weeks ago and allowed me' computer to work after some horrible monster hacker wiped it out. But there are some bad words on lots of earlier blogs, and so when I copy and paste or (CAP) pieces of them into current works, there may be some vulgar nasty language again. So SAHWEE Mister Japanese WWll Ambassador.

THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE IS UPON ME, IN THIRTY CUNT LAPPING YEARS; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

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Now, while I speaking to my pal, Mister M.J. Patterson, down in Hollywood, Florida; between half past eight, and shortly before nine sometime this mother fucking dirt bag persecuted evening from hell; I WAS ASSAULTED, and yes, once the UTILITY ASSAULTS BEGIN, they go mother fuckiGN cock licking ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON! Three times, maybe four, the power went out on the outlets that contained my AT&T Uverse Telephone system, as well as the one that has been already causing me this fucking problem, where my computer and my music system is all plugged into, and this is two separate wall receptacles, FORT PIERCE UTILITIES AUTHORITY and SAINT LUCIE COUNTY SHERIFF, KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Three times it went out, came back, went out again, and so forth, in total violation of my human, civil, and mother fuckign constitutional rights and liberties as a free American born legal citizen of these wicked demonic United States of Persecution-America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally pussy licking knew that when the TRANSFORMER BLEW OUTSIDE DOWN THE BLOCK THE OTHER NIGHT; THAT I WAS IN FOR A LOT MORE MOTHER FUCKIGN HARASSMENT AND CONTINUAL THANKX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE BULLSHIT NIGHTMARE GOD DAM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir and ma'am; these diseased cunt chewing milf huffing mother fucking prick bastard shit eating filth bags from snot ass dick cum swallowing hell lifers, were going to make things real cunt huffing bad for me this December and January, as thirty years ago in 1986 and into 1987, when this situation I am in was all new as per August the fifteenth; things were beyond putrid, and yet all the while, I had no clue how shit was all mother fuckiGN bitch sucking connected into thirty years later, but now peeps, YO, I DO KNOW, and it is all about PROJECT AUNT-JEANIE, A MAJESTIC TOP MOST SECRET CLASSIFIED PROJECT; THAT IS ALL ABOUT THE MORIANITY NAMED EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; FOR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CHRISTS ASSHOLE SAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before I go on, this more recent utility assault began with the polarity switch again with my fucked up air show car stereo system that all began that day up at Mike Patterson's island home that his brother Joe was forced to sell before the real estate economy turned back around, on what was called, a short-sale foreclosure. It has included several electrical blackouts as per previous blogs, as well as other fuck ups, audio cut outs, a lightbulb blow out, a word document brand new hack-harassment with the magnification that I am now calling and labeling, sir Bob Pal McDowell from previous days up at the Cooley-Wormhole Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, and went onto become the Federal Communications Commission Chairman and Director, until a recent retirement; the (WORDOCK-MAGHACK). FOR THE RECORD, SIR!!!!

Now yesterday Monday, today Tuesday, and even back on the weekend; my totally weird wacky screwball mother fucking nabes from hell NEXT DOOR TO ME IN STANLEY'S OLD APARTMENT, have been slamming their door even louder than Mister asshole JAMESON-ILLEGAL does. It started getting really fuckign bad around 2 and 3 this morning with horrible slams, and then got worse until 5 or so. Then this evening, it was all super fucking horrible again with slams so loud, I know they are going to eventually damage these brand new hurricane doors, that I am paying my mother fuckign cunt lapping taxes for!!!!!!!!!! They also bang on my walls and on some weird drum. They are completely totally monstrously mother fuckiGN 100% INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far, I have seen four persons that use the place, although I believe a man and his wife of about my age or a tad bit younger, along with their small lap dog, are the actual 'legal' occupants of the dwelling. I also have a pretty good idea that Stanley who used to live there, and comes back almost every day to shoot the shit with friends; was the one who has put them up to doing this and is what you might call the main instigator. I have a letter all set to go to the Fort Pierce Housing Authority containing my complaints in full, with the electrical shit, the monster neighbors who are intentionally fuckign harassing me to death, and some other pet peeves, and it will go carbon-copy (CC) to the State of Florida Attorney General, Pam Bondi, as well as to County Sheriff, Ken Mascara. I also have a letter to the Fort Pierce Utility Authority, and these letters will be mailed tomorrow when I go downstairs around the lunch hour or after it when Resident Manager Debra Marotto returns from her break, to cry on her mother fuckiGN shoulders about all of this.

Now there are some possibilities that exist, that go way beyond anything discussed so far. In a powerful nightmare-dream experience from decades ago, and about a year after I returned from my trip down to Orlando, Florida, USA, to visit with my ex-pal Howey, (the Retired Chief Recording Engineer of Recorded Publications Laboratories, of Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG); I began dreaming that I worked for the world famous fragrance company, and yes I am sure I am misspelling it dudes and duddesses out here, but as it sounds, “ES-DAY-LAUDER”. I was a Regional Area Manager, and that was my precise title, and back in late 1984 around the early November times somewhere, I had no idea what a Regional Area Manager was, it just was not something that ever in any possible way was any part of my waking world reality. Now these dreams came in a continuing sequential way, many folks describe this occurrence as (recurring dreams). As most or all of my viewers know fully and totally, I have had many many of them, such as that one, and the Egg Harbor School one, and the living back at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments one, and many many mother fuckiGN others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For right now, we are of course discussing, or I am to be more real and honest here in waking cosmos; this one particular sequence of hellish nightmares where it seems more real than being awake, and I was this manager, and I was working for these people, doing the gods only know what, as in dream many times, things make perfect sense and then when fully awake, they seem to be a bunch of fucking worthless dribble. This is because of the triangle reality of the fifth dimension, you know, hyperspace, explorations, dreaming. So while I was in those “DREAMS”, I was living as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, inside of one of my doubles in the localized hyperspace multiverse, and working for this S-DAY-LAUDER place as RAM; no speedships, no distance-elimination Benjamin Caplan machines, just Regional Area Managers, and I was the one in the dreaming-experience, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So picking up from:

I will be saying some things about my time in Florida and how in my opinion, this BAD-25-TRIP was planned from decades ago, when I was here before at the tail end of 1983, in Orlando, with my Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL SOUND STUDIOS, of Camden, New Jersey! Several mysterious things happened while I was staying at his Orlando home for about three or four days. One is a memory fuck up, as I have almost a perfect photographic memory of my entire life back to the very day I came out of my mom's dam loins and saw the snow coming down outside of the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania hospital window! Yet, I do not have much clear recall to that trip, other than when I spoke to three individuals. One was a strange man who 'popped up' at Howard's little roadside restaurant. Another was a Publix Employee in town, when Howard and I went shopping and I purchased a one pound bag of plain M&M Candies. The third was an awesome gorgeous young chick at an office, who fell for me like a ton of bricks, yet Howard insisted she did not like me at all and that I had imagined it, and told me with some decent amount of fervor. When I feel like telling this, you will know more about a connection to the great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE, from back up north. But, as with heaven, this can all wait, to quote most mortals. No one is ever one bit to anxious to go to heaven. I never met a dam soul who was. They believe, but they are not in any hurry to get to this dam awesome place. This reminds me of a lawyer who was one of the clients of my RPL job while I was employed there between late July of 1979 and middle March of 1981. He said and I quote, “Pain is a window into hell. Suffering is the work of the devil”. Why does this make me think of that, you wonder? In a very brief and condensed way, just allow me to say this much for right now, please. Faith in a Supreme Entity is sort of that window, only we substitute hell with heaven. Life for the vast majority, here on this Earth, entails a great deal of suffering. Only a hand picked few on this planet have magical lives like Donald Trump. He knows it, and we all know it. So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL” forever and ever and ever? WE NOW MOVE ONWARD TO TELL MORE ABOUT ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT, AND HOW AUNT JEANIE PROJECT MAY INDEED FIT INTO ALL OF IT, MISTER 34-MACY-RED-HIGH, as after-all folks, and all great roulette game players everywhere, precious or not precious; number 34 is indeed a RED HIGH number, as is magical electrical number '27', YO YO YO YO!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM; DEBRA MAROTTO, AND SHERIFF MASCARA, AND PAM BONDI AND RICK SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father was visiting me in the apartment that I was living at with my mother, in 1974, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, on Oakland Avenue; the same place where four years earlier, plus one month or 49 earlier from early middle January of 1974; that my school-mate from COOLEY-WORMHOLE HALL, came to visit me, around two in the cunt chewing morning on a school night, and somehow knowing that my mom was out on a date with her boyfriend, Mister Sidney Crown; as if she had been home, World War III would have been a historical fact, long written in the record books. I assure you all of that right here and now, but he came over, bomb drunk out of his dick licking fucking skull-bones; and this is where he burned my BOB, AKA my (Book of the Beach), an adolescents version, if you will, of present day Morianity, but limited to characters in Atlantic City who I knew in waking world and dreaming world realities at the time of my being late 14 and just age 15 years. This was directly following PINK GODDESS communicating directly with me, as well as our wonderful U.S. Government closing down the PROJECT BLUEBOOK, and this was all about how she came to me in a wild dreaming-interaction, removed my chain given to me by Organizational big Brother, Mister John Henningsen; who was either CIA or NSA, as I later learned in this century; posing as an employee of the great Camden City Campbell's Soup Company, and carried twenty-thousand dollars cash in his wallet, in 1000, 500, 100, and 50 dollar bills, as back then these bills still were all in circulation, and now nothing over 100 bucks is. He also took me to an interrogation area across from the great Studio-Park television studios of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, along City Line Avenue, not all that far from future year 1995 and my hellish experience on th eother side of that street at the 5555 Building at the investment brokerage house called, Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette. Yes Judge Judy, I do not need a good memory, because I have a very powerful and totally true story, but yes, I have one anyway!!!!!!!

Every time my story begins to get real mother fuckiGN good, the Militufawces-ESS, do shit somewhere that gets my agents all busy traveling to places and doing their main jobs. Eventually they get around to printing out my shit, that much I was told by AD6, reading in-between the lines of course! Now there is a lot more to tell, and I will tell you a little more for right now, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother's coworker as some of you know, is no ordinary human being, as was her husband who was of course my father. Neither was Al Einstein. Recently, great education networks of the CABLE-TV-CHANNEL-broadcasting system, have begun to piece a lot together, and they realize how Einstein could not have ever just come across his wild formulas and theories, without ESS-intervention and assistance, YO YO YO YO YO YO MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity is no different. Nothing like this project could ever just happen and just exist, and if you think otherwise, you're a fuckign dam ass pathetic fool who is of course totally entitled to your opinion, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My father talked and shouted in his nightmarish-sleep, after being a part of that very frightening electromagnetic experiment that was conducted on the great U.S. Battleship Eldridge. Mom told me when they first got married, that he would wake up screaming and scared as a three year old, in a dark amusement park fun house, all alone for ten hours, might be. Now folks, I only heard the talking; after-all, he had twenty years or more to calm down, when he came back up to Jersey, to visit with me, at age nineteen, after being away since I was only the age of nine. He discussed the exact plot of the four year out movie, 'STAR TREK, THE MOTION PICTURE'. I will tell you that he knew future events, and I have told you all this on many older blogs, BUTTTTTTTTT; I now tell you, he knew ESS, and ESS is outside of time and they can come flashing across the god dam fifth dimensional hyperspace in a dream, and take control of anyone at any time, and even non human items as well. He already knew that ESS was going to operate through these STAR TREK creators, and he knew all about the opening parts of the movie, with the space platforms, and he also knew all about the plot and the V-GER deal. I promise you I am telling you all the total absolute mother fuckiGN truth, so help me GODDESS SARAH KRASSLE ALMIGHTY (Jehovah-GOD) to all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had totally misunderstood what had happened in the bedroom of my apartment, but guess who knew and told me very round about and mysterious,y? Mister Patrick Jane of THE MENTALIST, that's who!!! That 2007 blog was before I even knew I had a fully grown fucking daughter, and we all know this is MC so why are we fuckiGN playing around with this shit for crissake; but yes, that blog told of that very room, and that GAMES-EXPERT, and how my shit was all taken, only back in 2007, I had not had all the fuckign shit that I know today, all revealed to my pitiful fuckiGN pathetic little lightweight asshole, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, 134 (25) Atco, New Jersey, it is what it is all right, and dangerously so, and no one seems to see how this code through time, or really via STM, is saying a terrible gas attack is coming, as hey, how can you fight the symbolism here of the hacking from 2007, you all remember so don't lie to yourselves, GAMES-GAS ME, as in SUE/USE, TWO/TOW, and so many other great auto mechanical numbers and codes and special mother fuckiGN rhyming items. I don't need my great long term memory, lovely JUDY; BUTTTTTTTTTTT, I will say that my daughter's stunt on that mother fuckiGN web-site back in 2008, was about the meanest cruelest thing that she ever did in her entire life, and I won't ever ever ever forgive her for that, and I think she fuckiGN knows that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO-Billy Harner!

WHAT NEXT

Ron Owens was the Computer Programmer at Lavino, and had underlings working for him. He lived at Linden Hill and wanted my mom to move there, and had his wife's gal-pal Patty-Paula-Exploratron, help us move, along with her pal Santa. This shipping company is famous, and even the great shipping magnate Arnold Ness who in 1984 married the great Motown giant Diana Ross, will tell you that, as they were competitors. This is where many things happened to me, from the agents who spoke to me on the phone and thought that I had ordered some totally fucking disgusting child porno item from Sweden or someplace, and I told them to throw it into the dam ocean, that I never ordered it, and was being set up. Even back then, people were trying to fucking get me, and why? Well, only the ESS explains it all. This is where the ESS traveling Asian girl was screwing with me, and a zillion other fuckiGN things were all going down. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT there is a lot more than just moon-flashlights, newspaper boy pull-outs, pop ups, send backs, or pull ins, that comprise all of this hell. PPK has a home that is usually only accessible through what mortals call DREAM-TRAVEL. However, it does pop in and out of waking world reality, as the great exploratron PPK has so much power out in the purg that she can literally become this place. This is where I was riding in my car, home from that throat specialist's office that day in 1984 while residing at 506 Robin Hill apartments, and I ended up in this incredible place, that all connects into my house that I rented in 1988 and into 1989, in Moorestown, New Jersey. There is a lot to fuckign tell, and it is all about Exploratronics, Project AUNT JEANIE, and PROJECT BLUEBOOK, as well as 1969 and my great forever fucking lost now, BOOK OF THE BEACH, YO!!!! And yes, great folks; Lavino was there for many decades, from the turn of the 19th century actually, into the 20^th. It became INCHCAPE, after the big buy out; and that was done for the very same Turnersville Shopping Center Pathmark Terroristic Threat day of 2 August of 1996, reasons; REMOVAL OF POWERFUL HISTORY MARKERS, and yes, you all know where the great television show, THE LIBRARIANS came from, either that or else you're all as fuckiGN dense and idiotic as a pile of rotten dog-shit, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Nothing ever ever ever fucking cunt changes, ENEMIES USE NOISE AGAINST ME, as this has been their successful mode of attacking me since I was ten mother fucking cunt eating years of cunt eating age! Well, we all know that is off by four, but then that's just the way it all goes, huh Mister Count Marcucci & Mister Gohome Malyeska?

Prove it, you say? Sure I can prove it, with one simple paste in, not that I could not spend a mother fuckiGN decade straight, pasting in another ten thousand of these examples, YO! To quote Judge Judy the great and powerful; if it never ever stops and there is no other choice, I will have to M---O---V---E! Now no genius needs to see what is going on here. I will not insult the fucking intellect of my kind wonderful viewers. I begin a serious discussion on something that they already know from how I began things, and they are quite upset, and they do not want this blog to happen, so they will do a lot of shit to prevent it, and I am prepared, right down to saving every paragraph one by one, and so forth, as I have already experienced one strange hack before colorizing and enlarging the word ''move'', and they are on me, they being none other than what they have been and will always be all along folks, the MILITUFORCE, and this means an organized society in future times in localized parallel universes, that Morianity has labeled and named, the ESS, or spelled out, the:

EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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

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I don't need to be some mother fucking 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!

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

BOY OH BOY OH BOY MOOMY DEAEST AND MOMMY DEAREST, AND ROACHES BETTY!!!

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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.

JANUARY 4, 2016,

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HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 55 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-68/L-52).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 62%, WIND CHILL IS 55.

WIND IS NW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 11.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0002.

With or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me please to inform you, regarding some very valuable dam information; great people out there!!! Thank you so much.

Before I begin, some scum bag has been hammering again, off and on for the past two days or so, and it is ongoing right now, Sheriff sir, at twenty shy of eight this dam ass evening. Also, the utility crew of the Fort Pierce Utilities Authority, worked well into the night, at that same area right next to that house, that has already proven to be an enemy, and has hit me with at least one or more motorcycle attacks, hours past midnight, and highly illegally. For all I know, they were behind the power blow out last night.

Now as to this information I wish to impart to my blog-viewers: We live in a global economy. Most of us know that, as they also are aware that in the continents to our east; Asia, and Europe, and Africa, and so forth; they are already into the following day and date, when it is night time, or early in the morning here on the east coast of the United States of America. Now, when the Wall Street New York people, are anticipating major woes and troubles, on the following day, as a result of the Asian and European markets acting extremely negatively; even though it may be only 10 at night, or 2 in the morning here; it is much later there, even at 10, it is already about 12 hours later, or 10 AM the following trading day in Tokyo; and then by 3 and 4 and 5, New York City time, the dam European markets open, and begin also reacting negatively to the Asian markets, and again, because we have become a major mother fucking GLOBAL ECONOMY over the past 10-40 years, more and more and more. As you also know, these Wall Street nightmare monster fucking scum, use a covert stealthy tool that my Morianity has named and labeled, APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT and INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, or ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what happened both last night as well as today, and is QUITE OBVIOUSLY WHY I WAS ASSAULTED WITH THAT ATTACK ON MY UTILITY SYSTEM, with the blown transformer across the street, and my one outlet receptacle effected, through their wild ESS technology somehow. I fully intend to have the Fort Pierce Utility Authority look into this. If you use the word 'FIRE', people tend to get nervous and jumpy. GOOD!!!! I intend to go into the place this week and tell them of my situation, and remind them that this wild shit MUST BE SOME KIND OF A FIRE HAZARD, reminding them of the already near-fire in this apartment, caused by weird electrical bullshit. As you may or may not remember folks, somewhere around two years ago, or between one and two years, I suddenly had my heater-cooler system shut down, and things smelled all smoky inside this apartment. I did not need a new heater-cooler, but I did need a new 220 volt electrical receptacle. I am going to leave you with something else, that one out of 1000 TOPS, ministers and pastors and church leaders know and believe in faith, and that is known to me without faith, as my entire life is inside this living nightmare truth; and that is that nothing just happens, and that all things are caused by influences of either good or evil, from the biggest to the smallest. So all house fires, all plane crashes, and all of the everything's everywhere, DO NOT JUST HAPPEN BY RANDOM; and I totally know this. I also know that we all are under this same shit that I am, but my shit is much huger and stronger for reasons that have to do with being part of a very mysterious family, as well as part of a cosmic plan that spans human understanding, and awareness, at its total maximum, in present times in this present dimensional 4-D universe system. Good and evil, without carbon based life, that runs a consciousness brain-speed of approximately 400 instants per minute; is just that, a positive or a negative force of electromagnetic polarity in cosmos, and no more. But add Adam's life, his tree and fruit eating habits, his original sin, and our god SSJKK into the mix; and the human equation or carbon based 400 IPM consciousness waking life, transfers these otherwise dormant pluses and minuses into righteousness and evil. And so now, everything inside of this simulationogram ever since this all happened, is now a part of this wild GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why these mother fuckers go on hammering and annoying me, every time I type a new paragraph and say forbidden things onto this machine. To quote Engineer Scottie on Star Trek's great Starship Enterprise; “There's no knowing, and no stopping it either”!!!!!! I thought last night, that this shit with the fucking lottery was what was behind my assault, but I was mistaken. It is, as always, NOTHING OTHER THAN FUCKING JERK OFF MONSTER WALL STREET, and this nightmare monster has eaten my entire life up, and literally burned the flesh off of my pathetic bones; ruining my entire adult life, for thirty years, come the 15^th of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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TUESDAY, APRIL 21, 2020

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WANING CRESCENT 7:7

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Yesterday was BEYOND SUPER TURD SNIFFING BOTBAR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND THERE'S NO TWO WAYS AROUND THAT ONE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED AND CUBAN! The enemy next to me, Mister Mexico, was horrendous, the utility harassment with Comcast Cable started it off before that; and then when I went out for some groceries, I was set upon and placed under major death siege, by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, worse than most of the times I had back in Jersey when I would be followed and persecuted by many of their foot soldiers, only this time, it is all happening during a MAJOR GLOBAL PANDEMIC, so I ask anyone of you out here, if this is happening while under this gigantic world mess that we're all in, when will the McThaxton Club of the world realize that I am not making any of these claims up, or imagining any of this? Just because I moved from Jersey to Florida, what, you think this is going to prevent a powerful awesome supernatural force straight from HELL ITSELF, from continuing this life-long ever unrelenting assault on me? What they can't also move down to Florida, if little buttwipe me can? If some little poverty stricken person on disability benefits can do it, what, they CANNOT do it toothpaste TOO, Sir Microsoft? Wanna' give me a wee bit of a bwake here, lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo?

Here is what hap[pened to me when I went out after I couldn't take any more of this horrible hammering on my wall with this monster prick next door to me in unit #605: First I drove over to the local Fort Pierce Police Station, and it is all closed up with signs saying CLOSED, and ropes around the visitor parking area. Then I drove down near the library where there is a small grassy parking area as well as some on the street two hour parking, and beyond that is a street and the Indian River where people still do social-distancing-fishing along a river-wall there. After parking in an isolated spot, this total prick comes up in a black sports car and parks right ahead of me when there were five spots on both sides of me where he could have parked. This large African-American male about age thirty-three or so then exited his vehicle and proceeded to walk right towards me, talking and swearing loudly on his cellphone. After he got about fifteen to twenty yards up the street and still acting spurious and unpleasant, and speaking loud and angry on his phone, I started up my car and drove slowly away to an area about sixty or seventy yards from there, parking right in front of the river park where again, no one was parked within three spaces of my car. Within one minute, another dark colored vehicle not only parks next to me and nobody gets out of it, but they park on a weird angle that made it nearly impossible for me to safely be able to back up and drive out of there. I had to sort of inch my way back and forth a yard here and there to allow myself to get into a safer angle where my rear would not hit their rear of our cars while doing so, and I know absolutely that this too was done to me absolutely intentionally. Again, I was able to get out of there, and I went to two different local stores after that. The first one was the local dollar store and the second one was the Save-A-Lot Food Store. There were some grocery items that I needed that only can be bought at these two places. The dollar store was all right, but when I got to the Save-A-Lot, I was set upon by more super loud music persecutors in another dark colored vehicle, this time a large van type of vehicle and again, it was loaded with AA peeps who not only blasted music, but both times that I passed their van going in to the store and then coming out of it, they waited for me to get really close to their van since it was parked where I had to walk right past it to get my shopping cart in and out of the store; and they would turn it way way up and there was no mistaking their illegal harassing behavior against me, and this was a continuing established pattern that started the minute that I left the police station and WAS UNABLE TO SPEAK TO THE DAMN COPS THERE due to this miserable rotten CORONAVIRUS situation! So this assault and MAJOR ELDER ABUSE ON ME began with the UTILITY DEATH STRIKE that effed up me' television show while watching the UP-CHANNEL yesterday morning, followed by the horrible prick next door to me blasting me out of my own legally paid for apartment; and then this ultra horrendous death siege of stalking and screwing with me while outside and trying to find a little peace and solace away from this enemy nabe from HELL with all of those things that were done to me. Obviously they always have a tracking device attached to me car, that's no big trick for the CIA-NSA-M2F to pull off. Then they always have stand-by FOOT SOLDIERS ready and available to carry out those missions of persecuting me while outdoors and this has been going on around me during major death sieges for many decades now. Also, any L&O TV-SHOW fans know how easy it is for the authorities working in tandem with these other agencies of the M2F such as the FBI or whoever, to follow your moves when you use bank cards and or credit cards or even store discount cards, as this all goes onto the internet, and they can follow us and they DO FOLLOW US, continually, WHEN THEY SO CHOOSE TO DO THIS!!! What a lovely nation I live in, oh world. America AUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, and SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, the news still shows me every single day, how no one is able to get this great unemployment help that the feds and Trump claim is so great, and that he is doing such a wonderful job with. I see people on my local Palm Beach TV channel news broadcasts every evening practically in tears saying they are losing their mind and their life. They always mix in some rosy things too to keep us all from going out and shooting each other I suppose, but we all know that life is beyond a nightmare, and so for me, if it is real damn bad for you, then you can totally know just how horrendous it is for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee freaking willagars! And of course, they have me so up set and screwed up that I totally forgot to do this new ANTI-FONDA thing that prevents this witch sleaze from nailing me with her ELEVENS-ASSAULT on me, and SHE JUST GOT ME AGAIN; AND TO QUOTE ME' OL' GIRLFRIEND FROM 1999, MIZZ HELEN ZEBRISKI, SHE GOT ME 'GOUUUUUUUUUD', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED BRO! Go screw yourself Mike Soft Corporation, and THANK-'UUUUUUUUUU', Mizz Sugar Hill Tits Chevy Chase, from wonderful Manhattan!!! Here is me' gol' darn fookin' compensation!!!

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There really and truly is no escaping this post 1993 DIGITAL FONDA ATTACK. This darn nightmare will obviously be with me to the day I expire and leave this rotten world behind. It is funny too, and screw your toothpaste Mike Soft; just how SSJKK Pink Goddess and her endless GASME-GAMES comes to mind in all of this. Just who exactly were all of those guests in this nightmare surrounding me yesterday, while I was outside, and attempting to escape my NABE FROM DOGTOWN, MISTER 605 MEXICO? Just who were these guests? I am really sitting in here now, trying to GUESS just exactly and precisely, the mechanics to what is going on around me, and has been since August of 1986, when this putrid nightmare all began against me, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????

When I came back to me' apartment yesterday, Monday, around three or so in the total disafsternoon, and was on the elevator with me' grocery bags; two other incidents happened. One is that I lost three and a half dollars in this criminal place of totally dishonest people. Somehow one of the four cold cuts that I had purchased at the Save-A-Lot Grocery Store, had fallen out of one of me' plastic bags that I was holding. I know I bought four of them, and my receipt also shows me that me' memory is quite accurate. But only three of the packages were in the bag, and I absolutely remember not only packing them into the bag, but also I remember very clearly that when I tied the bag up, I wondered if I shouldn't double bag it, because it looked like something could fall out, and sure enough, it did somewhere. That was a three dollar and fifty cent loss, that people such as me, on fixed incomes; just can't effen afford to lose, and I am extremely 'ticked off' and angry about it, lovely Annie-Amy Madigan Cornfields, mah'm! So cut me a break here Sir Kevin Costner, will ya, yo BRAHHHHHHH???????!!! Then the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and a Public Housing Maintenance Man was getting on, to also go up to one of the higher floors, as I was going to the sixth floor along with another group of peeps who also were going to me' same floor; and I spoke to him about me' major problem with Mister Mexico #605. I told him that I really miss the old Resident-Manager, Mizz Marotto because she did not permit loud sub-woofer playing in the apartments here, and now, the new management couldn't care less. I also told him that once it is after ten and the township noise ordinance kicks in, I won't hesitate to file charges against him in court, and that there is absolutely nothing that the PHA can do to stop me. He looked at me and didn't say one word to me, and I could care less what he was thinking. I know that they are his pals and I feel they are even behind all of this to get me out of here. I cannot leave until this global pandemic lessens and the state governor lifts the restrictions. Also I need to have my stimulus money or I cannot afford to do it, and to me' knowledge, I do not think I have received it, nor will I plan to receive it until I do receive it. I never believe anything UNTIL IT FREAKING HAPPENS, YO! The reason that I know it is because I SAW WITH ME' OWN TWO EYES, THE MAINTENANCE PEEPS HELPING HIM TO MOVE IN HERE WITH HIS FURNISHINGS, YO BROADCASTED BRO AND BRRRRRRRRR, SIR MIKE SUCKS CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the way, I totally forgot several blogs back, while I was discussing moving day, speaking of MOVING OUT OF ROTTEN PLACES AND ENDLESS FAMILY CURSES; that when me' mom and I were moving to the Linden Hill place in March of 1975, with lovely Patty helping us; yes I told you how her pal that looked exactly like Santa Claus was there, and in fact it was his truck, but also, another shipping company coworker was there. This was a dude named Steve. Mom and Steve and myself were all sitting in the back seat while Patty Hollister and Santa Claus were both in the front seat. I never like to say or blog anything in half truths. Also, the connecting dots to all things is quite major in other ways, despite me saying that the second smaller move-day where Mizz Joann Mitryk and her hubby Leon were also assisting us, was completely benign of strangeness. I say this because on that second moving day, not only were Leon and Joann Mitryk of Burlington, NJUSAESMWG there with my mom and I; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG BUTT-but people yo; so also was their youngest son, Tony Mitryk. This was my pal at the NJNPI that I was forced to go to the K-COTTAGE there on the grounds of this psych facility for my sixth grade year of schooling, and all for only the gods know truly why. I never did anything criminal or had a judge sentence me to do any kind of court ordered time in psych hospital in lieu of some reform school. The only possible thing that caused this, besides my being an extremely rare in those times and days, overly hyperactive and imaginative child as they sometimes referenced me as, but that I wrote a wild story in 5^th grade, in the class of Misses Toretto, at the James Stoy Elementary School, of Haddon Township, NJUSAESMWG and also known as Westmont, New Jersey; where there was a lot of violence and mass shootings in it. In those times, this was indeed quite a wild story, but I never learned for absolute sure whether that was the reason for my suddenly finding me'self put out of regular public schooling systems, and then having to attend a place such as the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatrist Institute (NJNPI) for my 6^th grade schooling. Still, this was all before Patty Hollister did what she did back in July of 1969. This was in 1965, so I cannot blame lovely PHHH. However yo, I have no memory now of why me' mom asked the Mitryk's to help us to move the following day after Patty and Santa did all of the major stuff, or as we would say today, and it would be literally true in all of this; they did the really 'heavy-lifting'. Still, maybe some of the stuff just did not fit into Santa Claus's truck, and yes, I need to say Patty, Santa, and Steve; but maybe she only had time to make one trip and so then her friends from Burlington helped us on the following day to get all of the smaller items moved as well. I do remember some very large cardboard boxes being moved by the Mitryk's, so it wasn't just tiny little items. There is powerful connections in all of this to many hidden truths however, and time right now would not even begin to be sufficient for me to really get down and dirty into the trenches with all of this. So this can all be done later on, after I have moved out of this nightmare NON-PATTY HOLLISTER PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now I am going to quickly gloss over how this endlessly dot-connected cosmos was designed at the 7^th dimension, or as Morianity calls it, was designed Lawtronically. I was watching a 1975 re-run of that great old show, “Little House On The Prairie”, on the UP-CABLE-CHANNEL yesterday when this brutal assault on me all began. This was the episode for any loyal LHOTP-FANS, where Mizz Beedle's class in shool gave the children a leaf-collection contest where they collected all types of various leaves and the best collection would then win a prize. Towards the middle part of the show, Nellie Olson and Laura Ingels fell from the bank of a swift moving stream towards some rapids, and after they managed to get back on dry land, poof, out went the system and the rest of the show. But when the next following two-part show came on, the problem was fixed, and it was about a dying woman and the famous actress Mizz Patricia Neal played the part, and I need not go into any other plots of the show, because it is Mizz Neal that will be harped on here with the dots-connecting and endlessly forever James Redfield's Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS). This will get quite major, and it ties into two other fantastic television productions where lovely Mizz Patricia Neal also stared in, such as “The Day The World Stood Still”, and of course the forever loved later show of the late nineteen-sixties, “The Home coming”, and that show led to the famous TV-SHOW we all know and love and that's aired right now as re-runs, called, “The Walton's”, so go choke on that one, great Store-Owner SAM LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE and yessir Mike Soft, maybe even quite freaking absurd and WEEDEEKAWUSS YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I totally off base here lovely niece of Admiral Perry and former teenager-DQ-employee?

Dots, and their endlessly cosmic coded connections, AKA the JRSS, is the 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST' and most POWERFUL ITEM IN ALL THE WORLD, and FAR BEYOND THAT, in any and all realms that could ever possibly coexist with ours. In the older movie, the space movie, the mighty wonderful group called the Ancient Astronaut Theorists, AAT's for short; knows fully well that we could be all day, all night, and well into the week and very possibly beyond this week, if I should even think about attempting to really cover all or even most of the ground here with this fantastic movie that would most definitely excite myself and my daughter, even if nobody else, and that of course, surely ain't the case of course, but me' pernt needed to be made there; oh great wonderful Sir Archie Bunkerqueens, yo. So sticking with slightly easier stuff, but most definitely Sir Russ Thaxton and Latengrate Count Von Marcucci Shavecutter Sir, who both could testify that I am for REALE in al of these claims and statements made on me' 14+ year old blogging project; 'alien-oriented' when the AAT peeps use their concepts of altering and updating the more ancient term and word of GODS and replacing this with the newer age and more enlightened term of ALIENS. Yes, if SSJKK or lovely PINK GODDESS that surrounds our Physical Plane's Milky Way Galaxy, is not a GOD/ALIEN by these standards and terms of nomenclature; then who or what ever would be, yo BRRRRRRR? So forgetting for right now today, the older movie of 'TDTESS', and moving only onto lovely Mizz Neal's other non 'Mountainpen' great movie, where the 'F' letter and the 'M' letter can MOST DEFINITELY be endlessly interchanged and or transposed yo, in order to bring us another of her so many great movies and proofs of this woman's fantastic acting talents; but allow me for right now to just harp on that great late sixties production, “The Home Coming”. This was a powerful item in me' life while I was residing at the Oaklyn apartment called, “Dellway Arms” on Oakland Avenue. It all connected into and was totally a part of the chronology of the wild and beyond inconceivably incredible (CHAIN-STEAL-DREAM) given to me in middle December sometime in 1969, by the Almighty Pink Goddess, SSJKK, no doubt; huh Lenny McKinnon-601 CB-RADIO-MAN????????? Yes, the Home Coming Movie, with good ol' John Boy and mommy-Patty, and the famous line that will echo in history after she thought that her son had gotten as loaded as Russ Thaxton did that morning at me' apartment, and then he looked at her sadly and said in that unforgettable woebegone voice of his, “It's eggnog Ma”! I know I don't forget stuff, and I doubt that 700 damn years from now that I will, yo Williamstown Microsoft!!!!!!! That wild show, and that wild dream, where Sarah stole my MOTORCYCLE-CHAIN, and grabbed it out of my hand with earthshaking physical force, and then it really was gone when I woke up the following morning and looked for it in me' bedroom closet, as SHE TOLD ME TO DO after I awake, to see this for me'self, and I did; was something EVERY BIT AS HUGE IN ME' FAMILY LINE AS WAS WHAT HAPPENED ALSO IN THIS FAMILY TWO DAMN MILLENNIA EARLIER IN THE HOLY LAND, YO! Only the Almighty could pull off powerful stuff like that, and no SATAN could ever mask tricks this gargantuan, so read the darn Gospel of Mark; not this one but from long ago, and read the 3^rd CHAPTER all through real carefully, as guess what? America is right behind this curve too. Screw your damn toothpaste Mike Soft. Nothing divided against itself CAN STAND up forever, it will all crumble and fall. But getting back to the pernt at hand here, Sir Archie; and lovely impersonated queens and kings the world over and endless JRSS coinkeedinks toothpaste TOO: That movie, 'THC' was beyond a powerful connection in all of this, and not just due to a chronological item, although that in itself is quite major and large to say the very least in all of this.bootloader and in ALL OF THIS, MIKE TOOthpaste TOO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! But other stuff is just as huge and great in all of these things as well, me' BRAH! Whoever all of these weird MEN IN BLACK MILITUFORCE FOOT SOLDIERS really and truly are, such as the ones who came out of absolutely NOWHERE yesterday, to major big time effen screw with me while I was out; this is also a ll totally tied in and forever connected with all of these powerhouse Patricia Neal television and movie shows. Again, even further elaborating on just this smaller part of things without tying in Professor AI and the “TDTESS” movie with Mister “CARPENTER” no less, as in PINK GODDESS coming to me in early June of 1980 and giving me that musical line lyric of “Love is for carpenters” over and over again in her wild fantastic song; would take days and maybe weeks of endless typing, and who would read something larger than five effen bibles for the sake of the gods of the Astral Plane??????????????????????

THE END FOR NOW, AND STINKING TOO!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

1:15 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY AFTERNOON

20 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I'VE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 73

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, APRIL 20, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 6:7

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

TODAY'S DEATH SIEGE BEGAN AT EXACTLY JANE WITCHBITCH THIS MORNING, AKA ELEVEN-ELEVEN OF THE CLOCK A.M. It is always now the precise SAME TWO THINGS BEING DONE TO ME IN TANDEM WITH ONE ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First the COMCAST CABLE was screwed with while I was attempting to watch a show on the UP-CHANNEL, and I got screwed out of seeing some of the show. Then at shortly past half past noon, the pig scum nabe from hell next to me, Mister 605-Mexico, began to BLAST HIS ROTTEN SUBS AT ME, and this is ongoing now nearly an hour later. This of course as we all know perfectly well, is a direct harassment given to me by TRUMPFORCE-SPACEFORCE-MILITUFORCE, and is all a part of the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY to endlessly make the WALL STREET DOW JONES GO UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, and anyone who doubts this is a quintessential fool on steroids, cubed!

Well peeps, I didn't forget to scroll down to page 15, well ahead of time, and later on, I will just highlight the extra colored pages on the document and then hit me' ol' “DELETE” KEY to get rid of it. Sooner or later, he will blast me out after the Township Ordinance time, and then I'VE GOT HIM, and I WILL PRESS CHARGES, and I will claim in court that this total prick is most definitely PERSECUTING AND HARASSING ME, and also ask for criminal charges of ELDER ABUSE to be added to my complaint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have recently gone to me' 'comments page' on the blog as I do maybe twice per year or so, and would like to respond to the general pool of them as best as I am able, for the most part. I very much appreciate any and all of them, may I first state for the record. I always seem to forget with my life in ENDLESS CRISIS, that I do in fact get comments, and I simply forget to go up and look at them. My bad, as the new age expression goes. Thank you so very much for allowing me the opportunity to in any tiny wee way, of enlightening, entertaining, and or educating anyone ever, as to the many hidden things going on around all of us; with me perhaps merely being more sensitive to them, due to this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE that I've been under since the day I was either born, or very very young. If I can ever help anyone in any small or larger way, then I did not totally suffer here on the Earth, in vein, in the human persona of Mark Wayne Mohr. But I wish to respond to one particular commenter, and also admit that I will reexamine some of my own thinking, as a result of your kind and questioning words to me. I am not in any way angry at being extra sensitive, and thereby becoming privy to so many things in the cosmos as a direct result. I am only upset as anyone would be, with my endless persecution and harassment. Maybe peeps somehow just don't, or maybe just can't really ever get that truth, but then, maybe I too am missing something. Maybe it is also possible that I do under-appreciate my 'gifts' as many seem to think of them as. It is because I have always wanted a normal life, and cannot ever seemingly be allowed to have that small desire. I don't ask for big money or a wonderful super goddess for a wife, humanly anyway; but I do crave normalcy, and even though these words and blogs reflect that to be a major lie, that is what is meant by that ever-great word “misunderstanding”, I suppose, and that is why so many misunderstandings happen throughout the world and time. My words would indicate some wild dude who loves aliens, and demons, and occult things, and monsters, and crazy religions; and you name it. But that is not true. I would sell me' soul to the devil to make this all stop around me today, and I mean that. Just for the rest of my life to be in peace, and away from all of this; I would go to hell willingly forever, after that. Please don't doubt those words.

Not that anybody could of course, but if anyone thinks they have the ability or formula for trading places with me, I'll prove to them how foolish that would be ANY TIME and ANYWHERE, should they ever contact me, and tell me they have some magical way of doing that. My telephone number is 772-489-8625. I do not answer phones that my caller ID box does not show me that I know them, so if someone calls me; show me who you are by placing on your caller-ID system, something I would know from a blog-viewer, the great Robin Hill Apartment #, my blog name, or something I would be able to read off of me' caller box, to know that I am not answering the phone to some persecuting idiot, or illegal creditor.

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 APRIL 20, 2020 DAY, WITH MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION FROM MY ENEMY 605 NABE FROM HELL, AND 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

CHAPTER 73

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

I may be calling the police, and try and get them to have this incredibly loud music NOISE lowered a little bit, as this is beyond major bad and is total absolute DEATH SIEGE ON ME. Something HUGE must be going on up there in NYNY on WALL STREET.

Yeah, they LOST NEARLY 600 PERNTS, ARCH!

END TRANSMISSION, AND STINKING TO ROTTEN BUSSED DOGTOWN!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

6:07 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SUNDAY MORNING

19 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I'VE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 72

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

SUNDAY, APRIL 19, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 5:7

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If I had a burning desire to keep the atheists of this world really happy, I would do a blog that was worded as this following paragraph will be, and for reasons that also keep me a wee tiny bit less miserable, I toothpaste TOO wish to do same; so here we gooooooooo, as my 'musical project' said many many many years back into time. Mike Soft and these silly word ad ons are driving me crazier than an entire forest of nut trees for crying out louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!! And speaking of loud music, I had to put up with the dirt bag next door again yesterday afternoon, and the story there is not so much what he did, but how it followed the exact happening of something else that as totally major, that in ordinary circumstances, this penis eater would simply have absolutely no Earthly way of knowing about, but the JRSS 'coincidence' of it is beyond unmistakable or undeniable, and the following paragraph after this one is where we'll be touching on the details to that pile of misery from Saturday, yesterday, “MISTER MARCUCCI”; whether or naut 'they' will ever place or put me in the flip sided movies someday, as a result of this now 14-+YEAR Morianity project, that actually began early in the year of 1995, while I was residing at the now globally somewhat famous HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let us pretend that we all live on a world or a realm where no one was ever visited by any so called forces or gods or GOD, in any way ever, and people have absolutely no concept of the idea of any of that, sort of a true HEAVEN for the atheists. Now, for arguments sake only, we still have the Mountainpen in this made up PHASE-4 realm since nothing can ever be made up, so this concept that I'm examining right now, is truly some entity who astrally is attempting to create this for itself to then interact in and has failed, due to the very trustworthy system that my Morianity has labeled as “Lawtronics”. Anyway and in moving on here with this, I am here and I am having this same thing happening all around me. Now with no concept of religion, organized or secretly practiced, and no gods or GOD or whatever, as my old pal Sir Andrews said so often to me back in the year of 1975; I never had a James Tiberius Burr come into me' life at some computer school in 1973's great hot summer time in New Jersey, to preach to me about the great LORD JESUS CHRIST OR GOD ALMIGHTY, OR SALVATION, or any of this; as none of this exists in this imaginary realm of this part of recently created PHASE-FOUR 'astrallity made physical', or to use the great Professor AI's formula, without any talent shows, special coded messages for secret father's to read, or endlessly occurring James Redfield JRSS Synchronicity Syndromes; and use it in its inverse truth; astrallity made physical or M=E/C SQ, and so even if I had gone to the PCI Computer School in 1973 to learn computer programming on the now ancient museum machines that were known then as the International Business Machine System 360; and even if I had met a strange dude named Jim Burr, the religious part of the equation would simply vanish out of the compared equation. All of this said, and perhaps a ton or more of other unsaid stuff that is all totally pertinent to the topic at hand here, in this shadowy realm of Phase-4, where this other shadowy figure of Mountainpen just may exist, and be reachable through someone's wild nightmares after they had too much ice cream, pizza, and beer at some college fraternity or other slightly more adult party where the liquors flow quite loosely; and then go home and fall onto their couch and crash out; and then kaboom; we now will explore the way that I over there, just may be wording some type of a similar form of online Morianity: For one thing, I'd be saying stuff along the lines of, “I absolutely know beyond any doubt based solely on my life's experience of many many darn decades of human life and time; that there is some invisible thing or force in this surrounding cosmos out there beyond our world where we live and walk on, that does indeed appear to be engaged in some weird type of games with all of us, and especially those whom some sort of established gaming system has for whatever the reason, become originated somewhere, taken a strong foothold with a person, and then the longer it goes on and the more intense the person gets caught up into this game or whatever it truly is that's happening, the worse it gets, just as if it is some sick animal who is starving, and then by doing these reactions to what it is doing first to us or to me, it seems to then grow and literally be fed just as food feeds people, and if I had to guess, it is like some invisible type of energy is literally feeding this force or thing, whatever it is, and it definitely appears to be enjoying 'some type of diseased and crazy sick endless GAME'! Before moving on any further, AND SPEAKING OF GASME-GAMES AND JRSS, I tried desperately hard to avoid seeing JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE FONDA, AND HER ENDLESS ASSAULT OF ONES-GROUPINGS ON ME, THAT SYMBOLICALLY REPRESENT 'BOTBAR' FOR ME, AND SHE WON AGAIN, NO MATTER WHAT I DID TO TRY AND PREVENT HER WICKED WITCH ASSAULT ON POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT LITTLE HELPLESS GASH DARN ME, Linda!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, AND YES A GREAT BIG BUTT-BUT HERE PEOPLE; I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO BEAT THIS WITCH WOMAN AT HER OWN 'GAME' NOW, AND THIS SHOULD GET RID OF ME' DARN PROBLEM PERMANENTLY; SO HA-HA-HA-HA-HA AFTER THIS DATE, ON THE GREAT CALENDAR OF TIME, FOR THE POOR-POOR PATHETIC INNOCENT MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!

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All I have to do, is when I get to page 8 or 9, every time I write a blog on my open-office system; I hit my enter-key and keep it held down until five pages or so are filled. Much much later on in the blog, I merely highlight it all, and delete it away. No More Ugly Puss Jane Fonda for me, THANK-UUUUUUUUU! Why you perpetrated that horrible attack on me Jane in the spring of 1993 at that darn Atlanta, Georgia, USA ballpark, only your conscience and the Almighty PINK GODDESS will truly ever know?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for endlessly seeing the clock and other digital crap that displays groupations of ONE-DIGITS, there ain't much I can do about seeing Jane's face digitally represented over and over, other than to wretch and puke on a daily basis and remember a famous line spoken at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartment in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, by me' wonderful visiting father when he drove up to Jersey from Florida, and he said at the dinner table upon several occasions, “Well, another meal ruined”, after I would do something or say something really bad, I suppose. I don't remember what I could have said or done that was so horrible, sort of like poor little Merry a decade later when she did something really bad and Patty told hr that she couldn't go out with her friends on the upcoming HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes a small Death Angel pass-by at 7:02 this MOUUUUUURNING, on me right side, yo! He's recently taken a lot of peeps to Purgatory (the Astral-Plane) all over this Earth-Planet, and now the death toll in America,thanx to genius Trump is more than 30K. Money-money-money, how I'll always hear that song blaring into me' ear, at least metaphysically, every darn rotten time I am 'fawced' to see his miserable face on the TV-news; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was watching some television yesterday afternoon and suddenly I just happened to tune into a really wild infomercial with an attorney from Manhattan who was discussing a very taboo subject, but one of very powerful and REALE consequence to me for crying out louder than any loudspeakers! After I watched this show, and you all know that I never listen to music or television with speakers. They're always muted out and I use very nice HEADPHONES, that my ex-son in law used to advertise for, 'Mister Count non-Marcucci Von Dracula'!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

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So Mister dirtbag 605-Mex had absolutely no way of knowing, or no natural or Earthly way of knowing anyway, that I had just seen a mind blowing infomercial on me' TV set, yo! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great big BUTT-but here folks; as soon as it ended and I switched to another channel, POW, on went his blaring noisy subs from DOGTOWN for a couple of hours or so, yo!!!!! Yes if Debra Moratto were still managing the property, she would have stopped this. She agreed with me that loud sub-woofer playing in apartments SHOULD BE TOTALLY OUTLAWED, and at least made to be against the rules of apartment system by township ordinances all over the nation. Some day they may be, and I look forward to that day, even though hopefully, I'll be long out of this horrible country by then, or maybe if lucky, out of this world completely and ON the ASTRALPLANE of existence, or in real truth, my dream would be over as the current me persona and I of course always exist in a timeless Astral-Purgatory!!!!!!!!!! Still folksingers and FOLKS out here and Mister Microsoft Corporation; me' pernt here is that the persecution on me was followed after I saw something beyond HUGE and REALE on me' silent TV set, and yet, poof, I was struck with what I've called, since the end of the nineteen-eighties, when our 37^th president was in office; “An immediate counterattack” because he used to so often say on news broadcasts after some foreign enemy did something against the United States, “We of course launched an immediate counterattack”. I 'never ever ever never' forget ANYTHING, LOVELY DIANA ROSS, and especially when it is all interconnected into my NIGHTMARE ENDLESS FAMILY 'HUNTINGTON CURSE'!!!!! Yes, “someday”, well on the Astral Plane, Lightning will always be with me, and I am Ricktafarius from Ricktown in Province Olympia. So whether of NAUT I call Joe Friday or Jack Webb on the '713', or the '714'; I will always be an hour late that night back in middle late September in 1983, and nothing can be done about that, Mister Ernie Merker of RPL!!!!!!!!

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