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

CHAPTER 78

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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I FELL UNDER A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AT HALF PAST ELEVEN THIS MOUUUUURNING, WORLD. THIS TIME FOR ONCE HOWEVER, IT WAS NOT PROCEEDED BY THE USUAL 'NEW-NORMAL DUAL-HARASSMENT' OF THE COMCAST CABLE COMPANY BEING MESSED WITH AND OR INTERRUPTED. IT WAS JUST ALL OF A SUDDEN, BANG, MISTER SCUM BAG NABE FROM ABSOLUTE HELL, BEGAN BLARING HIS ROTTEN SUBS AT ME AT HIGH VOLUME, AND IT WENT ON AND ON. I FINALLY CALLED 911, BUT THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING THAT ANYONE CAN DO TO HELP ME OUT OF THIS WILD NEW HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE, AND TOTAL ELDER ABUSE. This was all my fault. I know that I should have cut of this rotten place a long time ago, and should have done it before the social distancing and virus pandemic problem took hold. The mighty illustrious Almighty President said it all after throwing his hat into the ring in 2015, and as said before, he is not always wrong or lying. It was that famous time where he and others running for the office of the presidency were on some stage, and he said that horrible thing about how he had no respect for losers and lightweights and he included the 'CAPTURED' war veteran, and he berated and mocked him, but that wasn't the part I am speaking of here. He also said, regarding his once FAVE-PLACE second only to his lovely MANHATTAN; “I got out of Atlantic City. I saw the handwriting on the wall”. And yes people, I saw the very same gol'-dog handwriting also, right here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. But I chose to ignore it and remain in this horrendous and gods forsaken public housing building here in hot oven totally rotten and corrupt RED STATE Florida!

Before I promised the Almighty that I's top my vulgar language for answering a huge prayer a few weeks ago give or take, I used some perdy dern offensive language on these blogs, but even without the bad words, my nightmare problems and woes never ever change, and they are always and forever totally pertinent and real to every single brand new non-Gabby-day! For example:

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Those annoying pricks across from me are really going in and out with the damn doors again today, SENATOR. Yes who am I mother fucking kidding, yo? THIS DAY IS ANOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN ASS TOTAL B-O-T-B-A-R, YO!!!!!!!!!! Now when the great Sir Clarence Harris and I were discussing “MISERY UNITS” back in the late nineteen-nineties, over at or nearby his home in Sicklerville, NJUSAESMWG one day, that was continued to be discussed later at the Dairy Queen that other day, and after lovely KATY pulled her aggressive stunt; this paragraph that hinges on two separate months in time, becomes very relevant to that very point made by me, while telling Mister Harris about how he was certainly naut imagining what he told me about moving, and his nabes, as well as his personal experiences. It doesn't matter what type of persecution is being used against a person by these HALLS FAWCES, it only matters that according to these rotten demonic powers, and invisible wickedness in the air, that is spoken about quite directly and plainly in the great Christian Faith and the Holy Bible; a certain amount of misery is actually being delivered to the victim of it. So why ever attempt to measure the misery in types of it, when the real truth is that the forces behind giving it to us here and there, only care about a total amount of injury inflicted to its victims? And that was what I was telling Mister Harris on those two days, first near his home in some little neighborhood basketball court, and then later on in Abseacon, New Jersey, on the White Horse Pike's famous DAIRY QUEEN. One day it could be a neighbor, another day it could be some dirt bag in the grocery store and so on. Also, one day it can be evil nabes slamming doors and on yet another day many years later, it is all about loud horrible blasted music. But the only thing that matters here is that A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MISERY GETS PROPERLY DELIEVERED. I know for a fact that my words are all true. When I told Clarence Harris about this after he told me how moving from one place to another in his personal experiences,did indeed end the problem that he was having, but that it ALWAYS WAS JUST REPLACED by a brand new one after the move with somebody else, and that he was amazed at how he was always made exactly as miserable as he was before, no less, and no more. So when I enlightened him to the HALLS FAWCES and their MISERY-UNIT SYSTEM; he was shocked, astonished, and totally freaking mind blown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there is no shock to what just mother effen happened to me right now, and this came in a two part major harassment. ROACHES are always real bad after the darn stinking pest peeps come in here to do their quarter annual spraying, as they did this morning, and roaches are crawling all over the place ever since he left. But just as I was thinking about doing a clock blocking ANTIJANE on this blog, a roach began to crawl all over me' pajama leg and it was hard to get him and kill him, and after I did manage to squish the little turd back to his astrallity; or ended its dream when I obliterated its physical shell-body (E=MC Squared); but in all the stinking rotten darn muss-fuss, I then forgot to do the margin-enter trick, and thus block the system from showing me PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, and so again, I was struck hard with another JANE Sleazeweedsdisease Scumslime assault on me, so here is now me' compensation, yo!

Oh how I totally hate your miserable guts, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But still, Lenny Briscoe sir, I now reiterate what I said back on February the 20^th of this year: Many rotten evil pricks love to hurt people and even laugh about it, and they are members of all American political parties, so don't ever let rumors spread that Mister 'asshole Mountainpen', who drove into Fairview one night from his residence in Cinnaminson, favors either party when it comes to such things. Peeps are peeps, and we all are dirty rotten sinners who make filthy rags look clean in any real or true comparison. Still, in or out of airplanes, great robbing musical groups, or anything at all whatsoever; maybe that turn I made across the road near the famous restaurant in Fairview was somehow wrong, causing that young nasty dude to scream that out at me on that hot summer evening in middle 1984. In either case, 'HELP ME' through this willya, Gibb Brothers? My 'Livelong' Board-Game was naut invented to predict anything, merely there for purposes of fun, entertainment, and amusement. What a fucking ASSHOLE I must be. Well, that dude agreed with me on this that night near that DAMN restaurant aniwho, right yo?????? In any event, being mean, calling mean names to people, and laughing at peeps misfortunes is all a part of us lovely evil sinning human beings, right LORD JESUS, sir? Well, as stated, I no longer use bad words, but I cannot go back through time in my own dimension of matter and stop myself from what photon-memory shows and displays as truth.

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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 24 APRIL OF 2020 WITH A MAJOR NOISE AND ENEMY NABE FROM UNIT 605 DEATH-PERSECUTION ON ME, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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

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I am going to be asking a local Fort Pierce realtor as well as my local bank manager to assist me in finding how someone making as little as $1,079.00 monthly, can possibly buy a pre-fab or mobile home as well as a place to put it onto. A very tiny piece of land in an area out nowhere should be within the means of my monthly income, that is IF ME' CREDIT SCORE EVER CAN BE RAISED TO WHERE I CAN DO THIS. I saw all of this crap coming for a long time, and was why I was attempting to raise my credit score, and very unsuccessfully too may I add. I have been up on the GOOGLE-SEARCH, looking at local realtors, local mobile home parks, and all things pertaining to cheap abodes for the poverty stricken peeps, such as the pitiful rotten diseased little helpless Mountainpen!

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

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

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

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

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

and VIVA MORIANITY!

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There are things I don't dare tell or say unless I have some real friends to protect me, and it seems right now, ALL I HAVE ARE VERY HORRIBLE DANGEROUS ENEMIES WHO LIVE AND BREATHE JUST TO INFLICT ENDLESS HARM ON ME, AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, AND IF I LIE OR AM DECEIVING ANYONE ON THIS BLOG WHEN I MAKE THAT CLAIM, THEN I PRAY I BYRN IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY, SON OF RONALD REAGAN, SIR, YES OH GREAT GREAT SIR. You are clueless to how much I envy you for being able to be AN ATHEIST. I have tried and tried all my life, to run away from ALL OF THESE FAWCES, INCLUDING ALMIGHTY GODDESS, SSJKK. SHE won't let me, and SHE even admits to it publicly, for anyone smart enough to read in-between so many hidden lines all over the place, from NYNY to Washington, DC-13-600!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE!!!!!

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Now it is high time or beyond high time for me to tell you all a little bit more of how the great connecting dots of the Mountainpen's life really go together as adult life chugged onward past the teenaged years and well into the twenties and beyond. Something that Patty HHH's pal Steve said to me in 1974 in his darn Philadelphia apartment is why I am not only in full total belief to what I will say now, but put me on an FBI polygraph test any time and anywhere, and it will show you I speak only TRUTH when I also claim that I had back in Jersey before it was all taken away from me by the KINGS, powerful and incredible PROOFS to the entire mess that I am now about to discuss and blog out to the public darn domain for crying out louder than loudspeakers.

Since we now have A MAJOR DARN FLYING BULLISH RALLY DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, TWO DAYS STRIAGHT AGAIN, AND AS A DIRECT RESULT OF MY BRAND NEW IN 2020 DUAL-HARASSMENT OF MAJOR COMCAST SERVICE HARASSMENT FOLLOWED SHORTLY THEREAFTER BY MISTER DIRTBAG 605-MEXICO; AND THIS ENDLESS POST AUGUST OF 1986 (ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY); I must now pull back absolutely no punches here and tell something, and I fully believe my rotten miserable kid could verify it to the world, and she of course, just as with my JUNE 4, 1983 nightmare; OBVIOUSLY NEVER EVER GASH DARN IS WILLING TO DO SO!!!!! I have a title for this syndrome also, peeps. I call it the ED GREEN SO YOU LOSE YOUR DAMN PAULA WESTON JOB, SYNDROME. If only the mighty and extremely talented Mister Dick Wolf knows what's getting said here, well, that's better than nothing. I'll always be willing to take one over zero, as much as I'd love a whole darn pile of zeros to follow that one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ask anyone who knew me from me' days in Atlantic City and me' professional gambling times in 1986, and they'll definitely confirm this: “Mark is not greedy”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My kid did not get that attribute from me, as she is very very greedy. But let us get back to Mister Steve and 1974 for right now, folks.

You'll have to take my word for it when I tell you that he said something one day out of the three days that I visited him in his Philadelphia apartment up near 16^th Street in Center-City back then, and of course, most of the topic of conversation was him telling me in a lovesick voice how much he was crushing on lovely PATTY HOLLISTER. She had no interest at all whatsoever in him, and they were merely city-office coworkers and after hours bar friends where once in a while, they'd meet in a Gloucester City, New Jersey bar. It is very important to add that this bar right on Broadway was the very same bar that Jim Burr before he was 'born again in Jesus Christ in the late summer of 1973, also went to and fished out, and who knows, maybe also in the very same crowd as Steve and Patty. Anyway, something that Steve said to me one day at his place was along the lines and of course I am paraphrasing here, that Patty got him chanting that NEO-HO-RENGAY-KEYOH chant that many peeps who do serious meditations know about quite well, and also ingesting at precise times each day, extremely bizarre mixed foods that one could call witches brews in a caldron if so inclined. He was telling me some details about one particular Lima Bean mixture with all sorts of weird things like totally crushed sunflower seeds and wild blackberries and the gods only know what else junk was all mixed up together and eaten at exactly six in the evening, and on and on and on. But he blurted out something about seeing the future in a wild vision and I was in it and several other peeps were in it as well. He and Patty were not in it. Anyway, he led me to believe that two decades in the future, I would have something that some powerful force or group of powerful peeps didn't want for me to ever get my hands on, and that some wild god or angel or entity was standing in a corner of a room, about eight feet tall, and was telling him in this vision that a plan was already concocted so that I would lose this thing that I had, and that something that was mentioned on a telelvision syfy show was a part of all of this. Well, great. How about the first episode after the pilot episode of the great original STAR TREK SHOW and Gary Mitchel who was contacted by PINK GODDESS when they got too close to HER, (the MWG barrier), and then became a god as a direct result. How about how he was reading a book in the sick bay andwas telling his old academy pal Captain James Kirk or maybe it was another member of kirk's crew; oh yes, I remember now clearly just from typing out this much in live real time, it was that lovely female psychiatrist that also turned into a goddess later on. Gary Mitchel mentioned a love sonnet from the year 1996, their past of course in this fictional television show, and my future then in 1974 while at Steve's apartment. He was talking about the Canopious planet and how a love sonnet was written back two hundred years ago in 1996. Then of course, we have thisssssss, oh lovely Erica Snakes non-Publix snacks of the endless TWO-TOW, USE-SUE-GASME GAMES OF THE GODS AND GODDESSES (COINS AND COILS OF THE PURGATORY):!!!

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You cannot make things like this up people,you really can't. And anyone who needs verification to stuff only needs to access the great almighty United States Copyright Office © and check it all out for themselves. Naturally, Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Jane Scumfondaturds just got me really really non Helen 1999 Zebriski “GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD” with her rotten dirty filthy putrid PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN HEREdahelda AND HERE, YO!!!!!!

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Now how was I stopped and what did I have in STEVE'S GREAT PSYCHIC VISION OF 1974, you all may be wondering right about now,so allow me, permit me, and grant me the permission without any darn barriers here, to tell you just what this all means, right here and right now, lovely Loo VanBuren of Law & Order Television, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!

I had reestablished my credit after a bankruptcy from then years earlier in 1984 that I declared while living on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG. It was middle 1994 now, and I was residing at the great illustrious gash darn HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILLIAMSTOWN, NEW JERSEY-USA! I had built up to a major great credit rating and had dozens of high limit credit cards. I would have been able to do all the things I had once planned on doing back when I had met David Roth at the 113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. However, I HAD TO BE STOPPED, and the only way to stop me was to use LOVE AGAINST ME, and my love for SARAH. And that was exactly and precisely WHAT WAS INDEED DONE TO ME. That cost me everything, and it all turned out nothing but a quintessential nightmare on velocitronic steroids, cubed. It all ended up with me going broke and bankrupt all over again, insane, and ruined and wrecked forever from this rotten miserable SARAH SLEAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Steve's mighty psychic vision was fully absolutely realized into absolute epitomized fruition. But one other item was said before the conversation that day at Steve's crib that was called a pad back then, rapidly switched back to poor lovesick Steve, and how he wanted Patty so much, he could literally taste it in-between the crackers and the darn cream cheese, and with or without any Pennsylvania Starburn Headquartered BUTTERS or FIELDS!!!!!!!!!!!

Again, I could only paraphrase it, and so why even bother. I'll just tell you the gist of the gash darn story instead. Even though neither he nor Patty were in this vision that Steve told me all about in his pad that day right near 16^th Street in Center-City-Philly, he was convinced that Patty HHH was somehow totally interconnected with this entire mess of my being screwed a final time twenty some years out into the photon projection in 1996 and 1997. Funny how the wild 25-TRIP that I went on while still living at Highview in 1996, was all about 1996 and 1997 and of course also was connected back into the past in my high school days in 1986. Still, looking back into the photon memory through that great gift we all have called HINDSIGHT, my COPYRIGHTED songs about SARAH were all in 1996 and 1997, during my wild search for her that literally drove me beyond the realms of insanity.

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I AM UNDER A NEVER ENDING MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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

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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:

THURSDAY, APRIL 23, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING CRESCENT 1:7

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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!!!

Kind folks, I have already had three nasty DEATH ANGEL ATTACKS since beginning this rotten darn dog blog now, all just within ten stinking little butt-wiping minutes of time, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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“Someone or something”, Captain Shatner Kirk sir, has set me up to fail in this life, no matter how hard I ever tried, or what I ever possibly was able to humanly do. I am not mother effen Superman, I am a mere flesh and blood pitiful cursed mortal being, but I ain't a complete stupid butt moron either. I fully am aware that certain exact and particular items have been used in some sick whack game against me, and one of the biggest items in the bag has been MUSIC, yo yo yo me' gash dang BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You missed me, 'Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease' Jane Stenchpuus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still am going to type in some nice lovely darn FIVE GROUPINGS of numbers, yo BRRRRRRRRR!

When I am on a roll for DEATH ANGEL ATTACKS, SEEING ONES EVERYWHERE NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY AND AVOID THEM, HAVING MAJOR NASTY NIGHTMARES WHEN I GO TO SLEEP, and other things along these lines ranging from nasty darn klutz outs to every little stinking thing going wrong all around me without any end seemingly in sight, this is what my latengrate ex pal mister David Roth used to say were “Our times of life threatening crap”, and he had some other nasty and vulgar adjectives laying in-between those words as well, me' gwate wonderful illustrious and awesome Blogaudians out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes me' extremely annoying gash darn fookin' (`~HACK), yo peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I have a ton of written down addresses and phone numbers to check out, after the great Governor Desantis lifts the social restrictions, and this health hazard situation is somewhat abated. We all know if we follow the news reports, that this is going to be a horrible nightmare before all is said and done, and the famous fat lady completes her stupid song, and sits her big fat carcass back down on her chair. Still, I'll waste no time in-between the time the restrictions are lifted, and before the dog crap comes back at us again, some time this autumn or winter time. I couldn't persist in living in this PH dog hole anyway. It is just one huge and gargantuan total NIGHTMARE ON QUINTESSENTIAL STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!

Once I am moved into some other place and all of this horror here at Public Housing is in my photon-memory, I will begin to tell a whole lot more about those nightmare characters of my past and how the great Sir Russ Thax is totally off base in his thinking that we can move far away and be rid of the problem. Not when the problem is coming from forces far beyond our known collective humanity. People are total cinder blocks and cannot even begin to get this hellish horror.

All my entire life, I have had 'people' like the 605-SITUATION around me. Clarence Harris and I discussed this very thing back in 1997 and 1998, and even were talking about it on the day that 'Queen Katy' messed things up for us at her Dairy Queen. Here comes YET ANOTHER PASSBY BY MORTIMER DIRTBALL MORTINO, THE DEATH ANGEL, on me' right rotten side!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, things are totally back to being “MAJOR LIFE THREATENING” FOR ME; oh Sir David Charles Roth of 5133 Oakland Street, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; YO ME' BRO!!!!!

In DREAMS, or out into the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, I am always back working as a security guard; and last night's nightmares were no different either. I was with some coworkers and a boss, and I was being chewed out for not wearing a vest, that the particular guard uniform was part of, in that company where I was seemingly employed, or said more truthfully, my 'doppelganger' or me' double for those of us naut residing in or nearby the great one and only nation of Germany!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Now this particular nightmare appears to be operating in a serial way like the old daytime soaps of yesteryear were so famous for doing. This is the very same locale in the 5^th dimension where that same boss told me some time back that Dave thinks that I'm gay. I am naut gay, Sir Tom Glenn or weird hyperspace-boss or hyperspace-Dave, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, anda great BIG-ASS-BUTT and but people; that's simply NAUT me' pernt here, Mizz lovely AT&T 1983 phone company BLAKE, mah'm!!!

We are discussing SERIAL-DREAMING, as in the dude in that fantastic TWILIGHT ZONE, MISTER 'HALL', who told the psychiatrist how he was having a serial nightmare with a lovely girl in it by the name of Maya. That is just about the coolest darn episode of all of them. Maya doesn't believe in TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) but poor Mister heart-condition Hall DOES, and it is true, and we all know it is. She tried telling him he is safe at home in his bed and not to worry about the excitement around him causing his bad heart to kill him, only HE KNEW ABSOLUTELY BETTER. Never ever doubt the DAD'S RAZOR TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT of 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Anyone just about out here, from their own life's experiences, totally knows that dream realms and the waking life locale do connect, especially in the reality of SOUND, such as me' pops electric shaver back at that Westmont apartment in 1965. Still, this and a lot more stuff pertaining to it will be harped a whole lot more after I am safely out of this horrendous place where I am currently forced to be residing in, yo!!!!!!!

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

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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:

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 22, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!

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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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