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I went to sleep last mother fucking night or really this morning at approximately ten minutes past two, and somewhere around between five and seven this cunt chewing morning, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE struck me hard with a UTILITY PERSECUTION. I use a system of electronics to communicate with the LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA while asleep, and one of the things that is used is my telephone system, and there are several other attached items too. But when doing this, I am always and endlessly at the mercy and hand or lack thereof as far as any humanity or conscience is concerned, of MY FUCKED UP DIRT BAG ENEMIES FROM HELL (DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All they h ave to do is somehow interrupt my provider service, as when that is done, I will get either loud squealing through my phone receiver that is enough to wake the mother fucking cunt eating dead, or else I get removed entirely from service and then placed into it again, and then all of the off-hook prompts come on loudly through the receiver system, so either way, I get awakened and disturbed. They always have the same reason for harassing me and this all began in middle fuckign cunt August of the year 1986, as the entire world knows quite well by now, or knows that Mark Wayne Mohr of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG, ENTIRELY BELIEVES THIS TO BE SO, and would as a result, LEGALLY GIVE SWORN TESTIMONY ANY TIME AND ANYWHERE TO ANY FUCKING COURT IN THIS LAND OR ANYWHERE ON THIS GLOBE, OR (BEYOND) IF NECESSARY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! The reasons for that harassment and persecution is also always the same. It is always all about one thing and one thing ONLY; oh miserable fucking world! It is all to ENDLESSLY BOOST UP THEIR MOTHER FUCKING STOCK MARKET DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE SYSTEM, USING A TOP TOP TOP TOP MAJ-12 SECRET TOOL THAT MORIANITY HAS NAMED AND LABELED (ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY), and sure enough, after an 1,862 HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE point loss yesterday on the DJIA, they gained back well over 500 points today, BY USING THIS HARASSMENT ON ME EARLY THIS DIRT BAG MORNING AND WAKING ME UP!!!!!!!!!!! Needless to say this shit is an ENDLESS VIOLATION of my USA human rights, civil rights, and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. But does anybody care at all, Walgreen's Ray; or anyone else out here? No fucking way, lovely little JOSIE-GIRL, NO DAMN ASS WAY, YO!!! Well I do care, and I also care very much that Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants does not strike me with ENDLESS ONE-DIGITS IN STRINGS, so I managed to just in fucking cunt time, draw my goddamn compensation coloring lines or my CCL's, yo BRRRRRRRRR!

I will now discuss two things in retaliation for that brutal ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT on me today while sleeping, and suffering total absolute MAJOR ELDER ABUSE or MEA as I'll shorten this to from now on whenever I need to say it on future text notes, or future blog works should they ever return again someday, BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! First, and as everybody whoever they may be, ever wishes to archive old blogs from my first two or three years of the “BOM-BLOG” project, knows only too mother fucking clit huffing well; that I talked about a powerful item called SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART MAGNESONIC PROGRAM that I created in the middle nineteen-eighties, while living at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, in New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, and I refered to some of those accuracy rating testing results that were done with random digital generation programs, purchased at a Radio Shack Store, back in those times, or some similar electronic shop in a local area to where I lived, and I was not one bit shy of telling all about WHITE MATTER SPACE AND BLACK MATTER SPACE, and how at miserable Mizz Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, and more than two decades later following the created programs from my apartment in Williamstown, I had transferred the system over to a fully manual system where I was using decks of regular ordinary playing cards in order to make brand new accuracy rating tests, and kept my results with paper and pen on numerous charts; and all right there while residing at Jenny's #10 trailer in her mother fucking rotten criminal trailer park. Any landlord who tells a tenant who is faithfully paying their rent on time, that they cannot ever have any guests in their place, and harassed me if I so much as had the ESS-COMCAST Cable Company repair persons over to make repairs, and or help me with a perfectly legitimate electronic issue; is in total violation of any mother fucking MUNICIPALITY STATUTES OF FREEDOMS IN AMERICA, FOR LEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZENS SUCH AS ME, OH MIGHTY NON-DREW CAREY 'Sound Effects Lady'; and I know that, and I SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO SUE HER, only nobody EVER EVER EVER EVER is willing to help me, and this has gone on around me since I left high school at magical mother fucking COOLEY HALL, and then peeps wonder why I insist that I am under some supernatural or spiritual CURSE. By rights, with all of the goddamn abuse and illegal shit that's been done to me, all my shit stolen from me, I should BE NOTHING SHORT OF A MULTI-BILLIONAIRE, and nobody will ever help me!!!!!!! And then they wonder why I claim to have DIED AND GONE STRAIGHT INTO ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx a whole lot for nothing; SHERIFF MASCARA, FBI, STATE POLICE of both FLORIDA and NO JOYSEY, and all other fucking worthless cunt eating authorities that I have gone to, and cried in vein onto their inhuman and completely uncaring shoulders, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let's get back to the revenge-tell for anyone who may be out here who isn't an enemy and just might someday pass this all along to real caring folksingers and FOLKS, Micro Sucks Corp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For a very long time, I tried to get the 'carddecks' as I called them, to reflect either a BLACK-MATTER SPACE or a WHITE-MATTER SPACE that lies well outside of the NZ (Neutral Zone) of the 30-70 percent of correct answers. When we ask cosmos anything, inside of our mind and thoughts, it will always answer us 100% perfectly, in 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and I have totally proven that truth to my own satisfaction, but I doubt that anyone else anyway in this dinosaur period of time even understands more than a very rudimentary concept of my point here in all of this. Back at Highview, in middle late 1985 and the first half of 1986, when I used the MAGNESONIC KFP SYSTEM to do all of this as opposed to manually using carddecks and written charts and graphs; I was able to have it all commingled into one electronic 'AW' or Answer-Wheel, and it went totally into what I later referenced as “Black-Matter-Space” answering of the communicative cosmos. This was all done while at Jenny Plageman's and back two decades earlier, I was clueless to the anti-matter effects, or for that matter, the full 5^th dimensional reality that cause the 'NZ' to exist in the 'AW', for the extremely vast majority of the experimental times of performing the testing. The cosmos wants to always and forever perfectly give seekers their answers, but we as 3-D human beings ask the questions of a truly 5-D cosmos, thus it responds back to us as it must, 5^th dimensionally. That is why there is the NZ (Neutral Zone). Also the antimatter or black space of the charts where there is a perpetual correct answering response to questions asked, only its seeming accuracy is between zero and thirty percent correct, means that in the antimatter half of cosmic realms, the answers really are accurately being given at between seventy and one-hundred percent. The middle area of neutrality is always there in both the matter or antimatter worlds, as things are always going t veer off 5^th dimensionally from any given point of 3-D reality, that is just pure unadulterated simple logic. So the BLACK-MATTER space is when answers are correct from between zero and thirty percent. The hyperspace equation of 5-D uncertainty creates the neutral range of between thirty and seventy percent. Then finally, the WHITE-MATTER space is when answers are correct from between seventy and one-hundred percent. This covers the entire possible spectrum of 5-D reality Q&A, and this was what my original program of SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART of MAGNESONIC was all about. The entire time while I was residing at Jenny's #10 trailer, and was performing the SNACNA-MP, beginning at the tail end of 2004 after leaving the ASSETS PROTECTION SECURITY COMPANY, and before beginning weekend part time work at the Cifaloglio job, through the later renamed ALLIED BARTON SECURITY COMPANY, in middle March of 2005, and living about half way through my tenure there before moving in with the KING CLAN OF WASHCLOTHS, and local area seashore mysteries that seems to have involved this family from DOGTOWN who wiped out my entire life with HUGE HELP FROM THE CJS, SO IT SEEMS, OH MIGHTY NON DC-FBI; I was unable to get either a black-matter or a white-matter space on any carddeck or AW (Answer-Wheel), and put simply, I was unable to get any deck that I used to answer my queries outside of the NZ or outside of the worthless 30-70 percent of hyperspace equation. That area of neutrality caused by 5^th dimensional answers given to a 3-D seeker, makes any real usage of this incredible art-science completely worthless as dogshit cubed!!!!!!! Now shortly after I had moved in with the KING CLAN OF MAGICAL FAMILIES AN CUT LUNG WASHCLOTHS, I was able to get one wheel in a major BLACK-MATTER space area. By using this and simply reversing any NO answers to YES answers and any YES answers to NO answers, I had a powerful tool to fight the MILITUFORCE ENEMIES with and THEY KNEW IT, and things went from really bad to really far worse really goddamn quickly, and my blogs from those times are all up there to be archived, and to verify my words written here nearly a dozen years in the goddamn mother fucking future. When I had finally run away, all I could think of was my very fucking survival, and I left behind all of my carddeck-answer-wheels and graphs, and all of it. But for the past years that I have been here in this “OTHER-HARRAHS” Patty-Hollister Building, I have been doing this art-science whenever I get the spare time and spare energy. So far, I am again stuck in the hyperspace neutral zone ranges of worthless dribble. But very fucking recently, things have changed, and I have three carddecks or AW's (Answer-Wheels) that indeed ARE OUT OF THE HSNZ. (HYPER-SPACE-NEUTRAL-ZONE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two of them are in BM-SPACE, and one is in WM-SPACE. Put in math terms, one is at 23.487% accuracy, one is at 27.946% accuracy, an done is at 77.029% accuracy. The higher one or WMS graph is as is where the YES answers are kept as YES, and the NO answers are kept as NO. The two lower ones or BMS graphs are merely reversed so that YES answers mean NO, and NO answers mean YES. Sir John Henningsen could not say it better if he were right here and right this minute. “It's just that simple, Mark”!!!! So when I do leave this apartment, before I would worry about taking any other fuickign thing, I will take my numbered AW CARDDECKS, my graphs, and all other paperwork pertaining to this, because they are all worth not only their weight in mother fucking platinum but the weight of this entire goddamn Park Terrace Building in platinum, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, me BRRRRRRRRR! I should have taken all of this before, along with my pictures and many included Patty and my mom, and one of them might have even been little Merry one day, at the Gloucester house. I would have my computer web-page disc that Ed Himacane Lynch created, and then later on the actual web-page disc was confiscated by Ed's Parole Officer when he got himself arrested on day and this was as major hyperspace related as was the incident at the Incollingo Grocery Store of Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, and the vanilla and chocolate cup cakes and the New Jersey car registration bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That disc was taken, but my copy of the slide show photos on the web-page that showed MCGUIRE'S POWERFUL UNEXPLAINED 'ARDRA HIGH-TECH-MAGIC' WAS THERE, and I would have it if I had not been threatened with my very life to get out of there that mother fucking monstrous night in December of 2009 at the FBI Agent's rental home on 8^th Street in Berryville. So if the great FBI-AGENT from Austin, Texas, USA is out there, he can always absolutely verify that indeed I loved in his rental home there with the MIGHTY KING WASCLOTH PEEPS from Dogtown!!!!!!! Imagine if I had those things, and I didn't have to paste up a fake look-alike to my kid in that silly 'funny-faces' photo? That would truly blow some mother fucking minds out here, but alas it is all gone now, forever. HA-HA-HA-HA to the mother fucking loser lightweight Mountainpen; huh distant CUZZ D. J. Trump???????

There was one other thing that good old fucking Walgreen's Ray said to me, that I was waiting for a time when my mood was anger on steroids to tell about. Remember he does not believe in my persecution being real any more than Ed Lynch did, but unlike Sir Himacane, he is able AND WILLING to discuss this with me in conversation that is “AS-IF” he somehow knew that it was all real, and that I am not in some wild fucking delusion. It is great because it verifies and even adds shit for me, to my already gigantic treasure trove of wisdom and general information concerning the WOMO-M2F ENEMY, and all the shit I'm going through at their merciless fucking hands!!!!!!!!! I am not about to tell it all right now, but it is quite powerful, and I fully agree with all of it, that is except for his final laugh and muffled jeering through a divers mask, that this is all nonsense, and hey, I'm used to that mother fucking shit so there is nothing whatsoever new about any of that! He told me that the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office by now has fully realized that indeed there would be, if this shit was all for real of course, an incredible bunch of shit to be covered up, and that I will never ever get that web-page computer disc back from them. Yessir, “It will remain in their files, locked up real good and tight”, and that's a quote, 'L&O' fictional Mister Adam Schiff, of all hyperspace mail carriers, and delivery persons out here somewhere beyond any and all rainbows and Dorothy's!!!!!!!! I told him something that my mom told me as far back as when I was in my very early mother fucking thirties, and again, I quote, “Mark I fully believe that all of the police and authorities know you and know of you, all over the place”. He said to me, “If of course you're stuff is real, then your mom was a very prudent and smart lady, to have given you that excellent advice”! Then there came yet another of his annoying divers-face-mask muffled chuckles, and that was when the peeps were ready to hand him some large groups of medication, and I went on my way to purchase my own vitamins, as well as some soups there!!!!!!!!!

GEEEEEEE, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester!

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 SUPER FUCKING 3-DAY BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME ON THIS 10^th THROUGH 12^th DAYS IN JUNE OF 2020, WITH 100% POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS DOING THIS POST AUGUST 1986 ICPE-APE-TECH PERSECUTION ON ME, THOSE BEHIND IT AND ORDERING IT, AND ALL OF THE FOOT SOLDIERS ON THE GROUND CARRYING IT ALL OUT; and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

“THE END”, AND STINKING REALLY BAD!!!

MY PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020, NOTE 4

2:49 PM, FRIDAY, 12 JUNE, 2020

Death fucking angels are constant and fucking totally continuous and beyond a real pain in my pecker licking prick. For a short while they lessened a small bit, but are right back to being well over a hundred every single goddamn day for the past three to six weeks! Also, pussy command was quite heavy for someone my age when I was out on my most recent TIKER back on Wednesday. Naturally, with aerial siege on top of ground soldier wet-work from the WOMO-M2F, this is simply a weird and INVISIBLE PARALLEL EVENT that I cannot rationally make fucking cunt hide nor hair of in a zillion turd huffing years, but I don't deny its reality nonetheless, yo! I observed this somewhere back in the start of the nine-nineties-decade, and it has been absolutely faithful in its never ceasing fucking application ever since and right through to this very present era of 2020.

Now these are notes to myself but in case I am forced to run away with only a few items as I was forced to do before in December of 2009 with literally the clothes on my back and a few other small items that would fit into a mid-sized auto trunk to full squeezed capacity, I also post these notes up to my blog because I may need to have it when all else is lost to me because of this new disaster that I've been placed in by MAJOR ENEMY PERSECUTION! Even though it will all post, I will be writing only to me and no longer to any assumed fucking audience, so my text and tone overall will alter, and I will say what I should have said and told about on actual blogs throughout the nearly fifteen year term of their existence. I did not do it because I felt deep down that the shit was just too goddamn fucking private, but now all bets are off since I need to have my written records, and it needs to be very complete and all-telling. I am now going to quickly open up therefore, the topic of my having incredible dreams over and over again with persons who in this waking life that I really should not dream about under any rational circumstances, as I never have had any true interactions or relationships with them, and yet we all know that they do in fact have absolute connections with me and I mean right here in WAKING LIFE. I think about horrible neighbors that I have had all the time including those around here in present time, but I never have interacted with any of them in MY SLEEP. So why do I have such major dream-connectiveness with DONALD TRUMP and MARIAH CAREY? This is what needs to be explored here, as even though I am quite confident that peeps don't believe what I'm going to say now, but I really do not think about them in waking life hardly at all. Those whom I think of a hundred or more times more often, I NEVER EVER DREAM ABOUT. Now this all started to peak my interest around the time that I had been employed at the world renown RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG for maybe five months or so, and then that day around the 1979 Christmas Holiday Season, I found myself in a wild major dream with the peeps whom I was working around and all sorts of wild and weird shit was happening, and I mentioned this at the time clock area, to that huge muscleman miniature of Sir Lou Ferigno of the Incredible hulk, whose name I may have known then, but long ago was forgotten. Again, and most likely due to my realizing that the world doesn't recognize a fifth dimensional life in these dark ages of mind and brain explored medical experts or so called experts, and thus, I never got really heavy into discussing the topic of how I do in fact DREAM OF certain PEEPS WITH REAL REGULARITY whom I hardly ever so much as think about while awake and only with a quick passing unpleasant thought when in fact it is the case, and yet, so many others much closer to me whom I think about for hours on end on daily and weekly time frames and yet I NEVER DREAM OF THEM! It truly is powerfully weird; whether this is examined in light, and in lieu of my way of 5^th dimensional thinking, or everybody else's way of thinking in only 3-D. Normally, we DREAM about things that are somewhat more pressing on our conscious awake minds, BUT THEN, there is another hidden psychological truth here that I must add in to make this report more honest and thereby more complete! Before tackling this, MY SPACE-BAR-HACKING is OFF THE FUCKING SCALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I am quite familiar with the APA and their psych journals and medical research papers on the dreaming phenomenon, and how it indeed does connect right smack dab into this very thing that I'm now talking about here. But I do not fully agree with it all, and then since I am not a recognized expert despite being one after a life long experience of living 5^th dimensionally, and to quote Dawn King and so many of her great followers as well, “It is what it is”, and there's nothing that I can ever do to alter that truth; but rather than go on and on, and NO, not on an don with this, it is more prudent to concentrate on the part of this that has more interrelationship with the fifteen year blogging project and basic beliefs of Morianity, as opposed to what the almighty fucking American Psychiatric Association (APA) says on the topic of why we all dream what we do. Hey, if we take the great Sir SF seriously, for the male of the species, it is always about our mother, and how every boy wants to be in some bizarre endless competition with our father in order to be able to make love to our mother, or better known as the Efisus Complex, which is most likely misspelled but is indeed pronounceable to the sounding of the word. My point here is that we all know today that although some small truths may exist in that great old days psych wisdom at least maybe for a few rare outlandish nutty folks; for the vast majority, that, as well as so much more psycho-babble-dribble is just that, a whole lot of mother fucking worthless bullshit that serves to mix peeps up a lot more than it ever really renders any serious assistance for people. But with all of that in mind here, the APA and this is a major abridged and compressed version of their dream-beliefs, is that we all work out a lot of mental issues in and through our deeper level or subconscious mind while sleeping, or through our dreams. Then they all turn right around and dismiss the great wisdom sound bites of my Morianity, claiming it to be delusions, ignorance, grandiose psychosis and way more wild sounding medical and psych names, also totally worthless. What is real here is that unless we indeed are all existing in this 5^th dimensional matrix system as I claim is the case, then there is no logical reason for any of us to be dreaming things that are not part of our waking world reality and merely jumbled around and distorted to some degree. There is no logical reason for dreaming the LOIS FOCA DREAM in early June forty years ago, no reason whatsoever for any of those 1997 dreams of Publisher's Clearinghouse, the songs, the two letters, Trump and his nuthouse place and so many road trips with him, the trip in 2008 to both Boston and then back to Philly nearly a month before part of it actually did happen on Broad Street in Philly on Halloween Day when the Phillies won the World Series, the other one up on Woody Guthrie Island at my cousin's place just north of Babylon, and the dream at the RPL job where I saw something go down that had all sorts of twisted plots and involved my car and certain coworkers, and then in waking life a few weeks later, I did have that wild incident go down and even learned that someone was using my identity from Mount Ephraim, New Jersey, and no authority wanted to get involved with it nor were they willing to either. Yessir, the perpetual FBI-BACK BURNER for the future Mister Mountainpen !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just peach-fuzz shavings off of the berg that mother fucking sunk the great His Majesty's Ship Titanic back in 1912 on Diana-Technion Lilly-Munster-All over again-DAY in 2001. This was also known as AKA Easter Sunday for Mister Mortimer Mortino in case he is interested and right now is peering invisibly over me' mother fucking shoulder, yo!!!!!!! If the great fucking FBI had taken me seriously and helped me when I visited their Cherry Hill offices back in 1988, and not back-burner'd me; I may not be in the mess I am in right now, but in addition to that since nobody gives hoot number fucking one about me, is that there is a very great chance that the entire world would naut be in the gigantic mess that it's in right now as well!!!!

THAT FUCKING DEATH ANGEL JUST WON'T

GODDAMN LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES MISTER MICROSUCKS THAT IS TRUE, SO

END TRANsdimensional TRANSMISSION.

MY PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020, NOTE 3

8:13 AM, FRIDAY, 12 JUNE, 2020

The only thing that could be mother fucking worse for me would be if this were cunt chewing Friday the thirteenth. One small break, with the operative word here being dick licking “SMALL”!!! MY UTILITY ASSAULT AND ENDLESS MAJOR ELDER ABUSE IS OFF THE SCALES BAD, AND WE ALL KNOW WHY THIS IS GOING ON, AS WELL AS THE MISTER MEXICO SCUM BAG STRIKE ON ME BACK ON WEDNESDAY EVENING. IT IS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, AND THE SPIRALING DOWN STOCK MARKET. As soon as the big bull run ran out of mother fucking steam for a short while, POW, I get it, smack in the mother fucking cunt lapping jaw. This hell will go on until I AM EITHER FUCKING CUNT DEAD OR OUT OF THIS HORRENDOUS EVIL EMPIRE, AMERICA. AND I HOLD THE FUCKING FBI TOTALLY ACCOUNTABLE. I KNOW THAT THEY KNOW THIS IS ALL REAL, AND WHO IS BEHIND IT ALL; TRUMP, MY KID, AND IT USED TO BE THE OTHER TWINALITY OF THIS EVIL CIFALOGLIO TRINITY TOO; RIGHT MISTER MAGAZINE CLOCKROUNDS???? AND THIS IS A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING RED ALERT, ME' BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

All day yesterday and most of Wednesday as well, the COMCAST SERVICE has been operating real poorly, and last night while sleeping, the phone system was interrupted again, waking me up to loud sounds. Someone is going to mother fucking DIE if this shit being done to me DOESN'T FUCKING CUNT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to my car mechanic yesterday morning to have the blower fan in my car repaired. Property damage and utility and noise assaults are through the roof ever since the stock market went down in mid-week, FBI, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo 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 SUPER FUCKING 3-DAY BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME ON THIS 10^th THROUGH 12^th DAYS IN JUNE OF 2020, WITH 100% POWER DIVIDED AND APLLIED AGAINST MISTER UNIT #605 MEXICO, WHOEVER DAMAGED MY PROPERTY, AND WHOEVER IS INTERRUPTING MY LEGALLY PAID FOR COMCAST SERVICE AND OTHER UTILITY PERSECUTION; 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

ALSO, MY DIRT BAG DOOR ANNOYERS ARE NOW FUCKING WITH ME EVERY SINGLE MORNING AGAIN; 'OH MIGHTY' FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHERE RU WHEN I NEED YOU DREW CAREY?

END TRANSMISSION, & stinking to Dogtown.

MY PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020, NOTE 2

1:17 PM, THURSDAY, 11 JUNE, 2020

I knew when I got out of bed yesterday that the day would most probably go really fucking badly for me because of a super goddamn vivid dream (hyperspace interaction) where again, I was back at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, and at my old #10 trailer, and was even doing something that I've not done since those times spoken of on many older blogs where the great world renown disco queen Mizz Donna Summer teased me in one of her ending-eighties songs on her album called, “Another Time and Place”. I speak of the being in a major vivid dreaming experience back at the Westmont apartment where I had grown up in until early into puberty called Haddon Hills Apartments, and thinking to myself as clearly as shit stinks and with full waking world recall of my doing it, “Gee all the other times were just dreams and wow, this time I know its for real, and I really am living back in my old apartment again”, only of course I wasn't, and it was all a goddamn wild lucid and very vivid dreaming experience. This is the first time since the very early nineties where again, I was not only back in a prior residence, but was consciously saying to myself that same thing about realizing how many times before I was only dreaming this thing, BUT THIS TIME, I KNOW IT'S FOR REAL, and that was the part of the shit that Donna seemed so incredibly taken with, along with of course my chemtrails problem, as a few bars later on her song lyric, came the words, “I'll write your name across the sky”. But fuck Donna because this is only a needed foundation here before moving on, and the shit that just happened extremely recently at Jenny's Trailer Park is the present focus and topic of conversation for this writing, here in middle 2020 year in time circa, yo! Still, I need to say this about Donna due to my incredible shit with that Cifaloglio “DOUBLE-INCIDENT” with the employees there that seemed to just “HAVE TO DO CERTAIN THINGS” and it all then led me into an awareness to the now fully grasped and yet was so goddamn elusive for four straight decades of time, “Millie Vanillie Lip-Synched song demos” or maybe MVLSS DELMO'S would say it all a bit more appropriately, when we factor in the endless and seemingly all powerful JAMES REDFIELD (JRSS) SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME here, yo BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! Only I can fully appreciate all of this, and it was stupid as throwing away our only close pins when stuck in a backed up sewage pipe, for me to EVER FUCKING CUNT BEGIN TO THINK THAT I COULD MAKE ANYONE ELSE ON THIS PLANET EVER SEE OR UNDERSTAND ALL OF MY INCREDIBLE LIFE'S HELL WITH ALL OF THIS DOGSHIT, ALL OF THESE YEARS THAT RESULTED FROM THE NON-CHURCH YET AGAIN, THE JRSS, I AM THE CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, I AM, or really in cosmic decoded fashion, as the universe speaking directly to me AND ONLY TO ME; (CHOSEN HUNTINGTON-YOU ARE-CHOSEN HUNTINGTON), and when it is abbreviated, thus becoming none other than CH-UR-CH or CHURCH. People all over the world claim that this MORIANITY is nothing but foolish or magical thinking from being a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, but then WOW do I remember great BIBLE PASSAGES that reflect to me this very same thing that is needed here. You know, that “God's spiritual wisdom is foolishness to mortal man, and to the ALMIGHTY, all of mans wisdom is also total absurd foolishness, or to quote lovely Mizz Hilary Lizzy McGuire Duff, here, from very early in this 21^st century, on a great DISNEY-CHANNEL Television show, “Right back at you”!!!!! YESSIR Mister Mountainpen; only you can see the power behind, not only all the fucking shit that you had to suffer through in all of your entire adult life, and especially in what I now in reflected hindsight refer to as the great year of SET-UP which is of course 1980; and expecting one single mother fucking other soul out there in the world, and on this stupid ass fucking cunt internet system, to ever see it all for what it truly is in cosmic significance, or believe any of it, or even any part of it, at least beyond perhaps the one person who commented onto the WFMU INTERNET RADIO WEBPAGE, now defunct; that indeed, Mountainpen or “THIS FELLA” ~~~ “is for real”; was the dumbest fucking cunt error in judgment on my part in the history of planetary errors, phopah's, and mistakes. And so again, I fell prey to the zillions of turd eating busted promises made to me throughout me' entire life and especially my ADULT LIFE by pricks of all sorts and kinds out there in the goddamn world, promising me everything from the stars and the moon to the rays of the sunshine and every single dick throbbing grain of sand on all of the world's beaches everywhere, yo BRO!!!!!!! And why is this all such a big deal? Well, I am the only one who can see all the power behind it. It went onto control as well as permanently alter the entire basic behavior patterns of global society or at least the society of my nation in large majority and later on slowly and gradually leading to a world wide pattern too. If I listed it all I'd be fucking writing and typing for days on end, but the largest of these things being people caring about famous people and their lives as youthful persons in ways never before the HAIR-RPL-FIND incident, the development of musical technology far exceeding present day and times 'MOOG-cousin dating Synthesizers', that for all I know, my old Cooley Hall pal Bruce's kid Joshua, or whatever his name is, had that his pop was trying to repair while failing miserably at it and using some incredibly colorful and inventive verbal descriptions to the incident simultaneously, and going well beyond the great technical music eighties days. Whether I can attribute all great transdimensional doctors, and or lab-technicians, directly or indirectly; would of course be anyone's best guess, or to quote the great Almighty Jehovah Krassle here, anybody's best GUEST GUESS. So just how mind fucking bending was that wild Pearl Harbor Day of 1996 experience, as it has later come so very clear to me that I am supposed to do a lot more than just rent or purchase several videos, in order for me to receive some major hidden cosmic message for the ages, but also, to seriously wonder just who is real and normal on this Earth-Planet, verses who is a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON-dream-traveler-(T3E) doppelganger-controller; oh Mizz Goddess Fascitar of the Ring River Province of Purgatory, or the (Astral Plane)? Only I can truly and really see how powerful all of this is, and I fully know only too goddamn well that should humanity survive the early 21^st century with a reasonably intelligent rational society still in existence somehow and quite miraculously, perhaps distant descendants of present blog readers and internet users may be able to retrieve this fifteen year old blog-project that I have basicly labeled as Morianity for this 3^rd Millennium, as this one-thousand year period is only one fiftieth over with forty-nine fiftieth's still remaining. Just because I cannot see in my frail mortal shell and tiny puny brain how the Almighty may have indeed used me to write this thing, doesn't mean that it is all worthless inconsequential trash worthy of deletion and or creating some really huge camp or bond fires! I do understand the full weight and significance to this entire thing, well, in real truth maybe even I don't get it all yet or never will perhaps, but that is not saying that a group of mental fucking giants, one or two, or five hundred years from now, won't retrieve this entire thing and study it real fucking carefully, apply it to their times, and culture, and problems, and situations; and maybe, Mister Pedersen; it will save the whole world. Then again, maybe it isn't worth rapping heaps of garbage in. BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL AN ANSWER TO THAT ULTRA HIGH SHAKESPEARIAN MYSTERY. I wouldn't ever be bold enough to think of making such a claim here. I am not the great one and only Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H. No way Hose' Josie girl of 1985, so cut me a big bwake here, willya' lovely Mizz Margie Leo?????!!!!!

Of course, only I know my own life and when authors write books, they never, at least to my very limited knowledge of so-called normal human habits, as my life has strayed into areas going so far outside of normal ranges that I am no good judge here; but I know that no author has ever had my story, and I also am fully aware that even if one of them did, and they remained sane enough to write and publish some kind of blog or book, or 'whatever' old pal Bob, from 1975, later turned Federal Congressman of Haddon Heights, New Jersey, USAESMWG; they would never have included an entire biography of a full 5^th dimensional hyperspace and attempting to inject into a society that is totally unwilling to even mildly entertain the fact that waking life and dream life is all one great big commingled reality; thus, no book anywhere, done in fiction or done as a biography; will ever be like the BOM, (“Blogs Of Mountainpen”)! Mizz Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just came a whisker's fucking cunt edge from striking me on a page eleven of eleven, but just in the damn ass stinking nick of time, I managed to draw my compensation coloring lines to throw off all possible computer signals that would force me into seeing four nasty ass mother fucking ONES, be it the display on the margin from moving the mouse, or be it from the time, or be it from the page number that displays on any and all documents in the OPEN-OFFICE program system that I use. Naturally, I have to use sticky sheets on my monitor to block out some of Jane's demonic twisted HA-HA dogshit, but the coloring lines are also major important to remember to do and use, yo! Ya' rotten dirty bitch; what did I ever do to you, that would make you and your crumb ball hubby broadcaster Sir Teddy, wanna' hurt me so fucking ass badly, back in the spring time of the year of 1993, yo???????????????????

The wisdom of the spiritual existence most certainly does include the realm of dot-connectiveness. Take Bruce and his showing me how to alter the speeds of small cassette tape recorders, back in the late autumn times of 1971 while we were in Misses Young's class at Cooley Hall of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. Then take my using for no good reason, the folksinger and lovely hippie girl Mizz Melanie Safka, and her song titled, “Brand New Key” to run lots of experiments on, huh lovely Kathie Browne of Star Trek, and yes, that lovely gal was in a Perry Mason show too, and I recently saw her. Beyond hot but let me get me' mind out of the great sewer systems of lovely 'land of romance, France' for long enough to get back to bizz here; yo BRRRRRRRRRR! Shortly after doing this with Bruce Pennock's tape recorder trick from the early nineteen-seventies, for absolutely no good reason, I suddenly heard a voice inside my head, NOT AN AUDIBLE VOICE, and it spoke to me saying in my voice print, “Melanie's 'BNK' Song will come onto the radio station you're listening to, at exactly 2:08 this afternoon”. This was about three hours or so before 2:08. but when it rolled around, and I kept my clocks right to the second in those days and tuned directly from the phone company's CALL-TIME system, with the bleep-tones with each ten second time announcement; and yessir, SHE CAME ON at that very split second of eight minutes past two. Some peeps say I have a gift, or I am a psychic. There is no such thing as being gifted or being a psychic. Only being USED by ASTRAL-FAWCES, to accomplish shit that always and forever PERTAINS TO GAMES, explains these events, and these games are merely a huge fucking distraction against the inconceivable hellishness of ENDLESSNESS. Right down to that 'alchemist', or whatever and or whoever he really was, that summer day in 1974, at the area of Ziggy's Beach and Schiff's Central Pier of Atlantic City, NJ-USA, telling me all sorts of mind boggling shit and then vanishing literally into the same thin air that he seemingly had come from, that went onto lead me into my being somehow seemingly telepathically transmitted directly into my consciousness, the great “LAW OF ONE”; all of this and so much more; IT IS ALL JUST AN ASTRAL-PLANE GAME OF THE GODS, or a GASME-GAME of the GODS as I jokingly give it right back to them now, right gorgeous Mizz Hillary Duff??????????????? But still, the JRSS or endless dot-connectiveness is behind so very much that is being done in these games, or IN THOSE ASTRAL PLAYFIELDS! Not all Purgatite existors have enough true power to create intentional playfield-game-arenas however. An extremely misunderstood idea that so many psychics and mystics all over this world have is that there are nine levels of spiritual plane existence. Sort of where all of lovely Jenny Hewitt's ghosts all go into after falling into the great galactic heart (black hole at the center of all galaxies, needed as a ratio gravametric barrier to balance outer galactic star orbital patterns and of course, all programed lawtronically into all of it, before we all dream out and away from the purg. There are not nine Astral-Planes or levels or what have you, any more than “the after-life has a really bad smell”. Those remembering the smell quite obviously were quite near an area that I do not like being anywhere near at all, and we all know its name by now, right, “DOGTOWN”? But the nine level thing that is also discussed on that great “Ghost Whisperer” television show, is more misunderstood hidden Astral-Truths. There are indeed 9-ENERGETIC ENTITY LEVELS of the existors of the Purgatory. The lower third of the entities can never ever initiate any of the GASME-GODS-GAMES with the mortal world that big-banged out beyond the Plane of Astrality, as they don't have enough energy to work with. The top third of these PE's (Purgatite Existors) can do practically all that they wish to, so long as nothing is in violation of any of the LAWS OF THE LAWTRONIC SYSTEMS of the ZERO-DIMENSIONAL VOID that blows out into the PLANCK or Astral-Plane, (from Phase-1 to Phase-2). The middle third of energy entities can occasionally create playfields but these are always subject to the will of the higher energy-entities should at any interaction, any of them would so desire to do. Getting further into any of this would take days and weeks of non-stop typing, so forget that for right now.

I have been getting some weird phone calls today, and I know why that harassment is coming back, and again, time won't permit me to even start discussing it all right fucking now, yo. Also while out yesterday to try and escape my major WOMO-MILITUFORCE DEATH-SIEGE PERSECUTION, Mike Patterson called and left me a message. I called him back out of courtesy only, and I have informed him that just as fucking soon as these genius medical peeps develop a vaccine for the Corona Virus, I am taking a few items and forever departing from Florida, never to mother fucking return. But my real point here is thisssssssssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Snakes of 1983. So many people believe psychic power and shit along those lines is real because of just this thing. They think of somebody who has not been in touch with them for quite a few months and then poof, they call them up out of the blue that day or the following one. It is all nothing but the biggest tool of the GASME-GODS-GAMES. What is their biggest tool? Gee, it is the JRSS (James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome), what else. The endlessly connecting dots that is even behind the true ASTRAL ENERGETIC powers of the realms of the sub-atomic, and is the very same shit that puzzled our great Mister Albert Einstein so very much, you know, his “Spooky forces” deal. He said it, I am merely copying and echoing a very great mind known so well for mathematical equations and intellectual abilities, going beyond other mere mortals by unfathomable leaps and bounds. He always was fascinated by the truth about how particles at great distances from each other in the nuclear world, would always have an endless effect on each other. The simple answer is that the human brain creates separation and thus it isn't really there to begin with in truer Astrality or in the realm of ENERGY, and that was what his great and famous formula was all about. He said that mass and energy are the same thing, as long as one is either divided by, or multiplied by, the square of the speed of light and this is absolutely true and accurate. It has since been totally proven in laboratory experiments. I know it because of my FASCITAR TRIPS onto the realm of ENERGY, or the Purgatory (Astral-Plane)! The Death Angel by the way, is so fucking beyond annoying, and has been all year long, that no words could come close to accurately describe my frustration!!!!!!! Why can't that fucking bastard just touch me? Why just endlessly keep buzzing past me, you damn ass prick Mister Mortimer Mortino, yo????? Yessir, I typed in that I was going to check out to see if Mike had died, and poof, he called me yesterday out of the blue after several months. He gave no good reason, and as far as I am concerned, all the shit that we tried to do failed, and I am out of here just as soon as the vaccine comes!!!!!

MY PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020

8:51 PM, WEDNESDAY, 10 JUNE, 2020

NOTE 1

SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR

SUPER MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE ASSAULT AND TOTAL ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE

The day was totally quiet and okay, until approximately a quarter past six this cunt chewing evening, when all of total hell broke out, DOGTOWN as I know its name to be in Astrality. Here is what happened and then MAGGIE will do a major mother fucking counterstrike. All I can say is that if either lovely Nancy 'P' or wonderful Trump-challenging Sir VP, ever can get this note, I beg either of you or both of you to please try and help me against this monstrous vicious unspeakable tyranny, being done to me by these henchmen of Trump and his PEEPS (henchmen, goons, whatever's) who are and have been perpetrating unmentionable shit against me and to me for countless years and days now, getting scott free away with it, and laughing all the way to the WHITE HOUSE, and the WALL STREET!

Mister Mexico brutally assaulted me with the loudest blaring subs attack ever and it went on until just shy of half past eight, nearly two and one third hours of wall shaking persecution and harassment. I went out and had to go out again because he would not turn it off or down at all. While out, I was followed and stalked, someone damaged my vehicle, and someone has done something to my government cellphone as well. The last time persecution was this bad was on a really down day of the markets or when it was done and then it closed way up following the ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT ON ME. Mister Mexico has his subs situated in such a way that even when blasted to hell, it is barely heard anywhere else other than right on my apartment wall, making anyone go completely insane. As stated, when he moved in here to unit #605 next door to me in #607, I knew right away without the smallest bit of fucking doubt, just what was up. Just as the Maintenance peeps helped that horrible monster bitch PLAYBOY BUNNY move in to that apartment below me at ROBIN HILL in the early nineteen-eighties, the same exact shit happened here. I witnessed the maintenance peeps helping this prick move in here as well, and I KNEW THEN I WAS FUCKING TOAST, SENATOR BIDEN, AND CONGRESSWOMAN PELOSI. I ABSOLUTELY KNEW THAT I WAS TOTALLY FRIED DAMN TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!! There's nothing whatever magical about my knowing stuff. It is based on sound logic and reasoning, and totally established patterns from lots of past OTAMMIC-M2F behaviors. There is nothing here at all that can be left to anyone's goddamn imagination.

While out the first of the two times, towards the end of the time-killing-errands-route or TIKER as I may refer in future notes to in abbreviation, that same private airplane that has two long white wings with jet black tips on the ends of them, stalked me while I parked and walked over to the DOLLAR STORE to get a few staple-grocery items. Also, lots of other airplanes were watching and stalking me and I could hear them all come out of nowhere to buzz me. The Police Parking Lot and LOBBY AREA are still closed due to the mother fucking CVGP shituation with the social-distancing policies in force throughout the nation and the state of Florida. I cannot move out of here as no rental offices are open to take applications, nor are any cashier check places to allow the credit checks to be done. So I am stuck in this 'PLAYBOY BUNNY 2 HELLISHNESS', totally forced to re-live and repeat my fucking late 1982 ROBIN HILL BUNNY-WHORE 1801 UNIT disaster.

For short, I am now in PB2 Hellishness.

I tried while out, to call my landline voice message system with my government cellphone, and somehow it got fucking screwed with. Either some prick maintenance enemy here in Public Housing Authority broke in here and screwed with it while I was sleeping, or it was done by some electronic wizardry trick of the Black File Agency System of America's mighty alphabet soup secret agencies of the MAJ-12-PEEPS; oh Mister Childress, and Professor Michio NYU Kaku, you great intellectual sirs out there somewhere!!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking prick broke my blower motor in my car, and the low settings will work, but the higher ones make a deafening sound; and my mechanic told me that he can fix it, but it won't be real cheap. Hey, what is real cheap? You can't even buy a pack of fucking chewing gum for less than currency any longer. Change is only good for its name, making change. Try actually buying anything for nickels or dimes or quarters any more. On top of all of this, the mother fucking price of gasoline has shot way up again, at least twenty cents a gallon in my town in just a couple of weeks for crissake, but nobody says fucking cunt boo about it on the goddamn news reports, do they, yo?

FBI, I know why the enemy broke the car fan motor. They didn't like my passing out some new tracts giving out my blog address to read my blogs on, you know,

Http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

I knew when I did it that the WOMO-M2F would fuck with my car, and they did, ACLU, and WC@H.

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 SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR 10 JUNE OF 2020, WITH 100% POWER APLLIED AGAINST MISTER UNIT #605 MEXICO, AND ALSO IF THE STOCK MARKET DROPPED A LOT TODAY; THEN ALL ICPE-APE-TECH PEEPS WHO WERE BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH MAJOR SKY AERIAL STALKING, GROUND SOLDIER WETWORK, PROPERTY DAMAGE, 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

I have done a whole lot of soul searching and that day at my fucking Cifaloglio guard job where I was led to find that magazine article with Summer and Carey, is my total proof positive, that all of these people are indeed behind my woes and miseries, despite DGS of course, now departing this wonderful dick licking veil of tears eight years back. Peeps into what I am into are not limited any longer to the mortal illusions of life and death or time or matter, or any of it, Sir A.E., and if you were here right now and alive, you could and I will bet you would, confirm that for me to the goddamn mother fucking world, yo!

THE GODDAMN DOOR ATTACKS ARE STARTING UP AT 9:30!

PUBLIC HOUSING IS A SHITHOLE TIMES INFINITY!

Hey, I did it in December of 2009 and I'll mother fucking do it again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL RUN AWAY WITH JUST MY CLOTHES!

THE END OF NOTE 1

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Friday, June 12, 2020

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