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 MOST HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY SINCE THE TWENTIETH CENTURY WITH THE MOST BRUTAL NEIGHBOR ASSAULT ON ME EVER IN MY LIFE FROM THE UNIT #605 MEXICAN SCUMBAG; 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

This was the worst day of my entire life at least by way of human memory's effect on human fucking life, where more distant past times do in fact lessen in the memory's intensity and the more current ones are amplified. It is weird as all fucking shit wearing headphones and tuning the COMCAST TV to one of the Music Choice NOISE CHANNELS, just so the beat will kill the beat of my monster nabe from beyond mother fucking HELL. Also the dual effect of doing this is that I won't be bothered by that cunt lapping prick eating DEATH ANGEL every minute or so, as it is hard for Mortimer to make his sound when I have pounding beats running into my ears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, who out here can now see why I am so eternally dick licking fascinated with the RPL-DREAM DEAL of late 1979, all these mother fucking years? At around eleven this morning, I was in the wildest DREAM f my entire life since LOIS FOCA in 1980, and it was all about LOUD HUGE AMPLIFIER SOUND AND MAINTENANCE MEN AND POLICE OFFICERS, AND HERE IS THE PASTE IN: Before I do paste it in or 'CAP' it, there is a whole lot more to this transdimensional hyperspace deal that I only learned about a few hours ago when I went out for my second TIKER as I call these nightmare time killing trips. There was a meeting at 11:00 this morning, just as I was in that wild DREAM experience, and it was a major important one, and nobody ever let me know about it. The dude who is in charge of making sure that all tenants know of these things, claims he was shouting loudly in my hallway earlier about it. Hey, that is a very stupid fucking way of letting people know things. First, I was sound deep dead asleep, and even if I were awake, I use headphones when I am in here with my TV. It is totally unfair. There always used to be NOTES at the door, and in my DREAM, there was a what? YESSIR, A BLANK NOTE, sort of like the psych explanation to this deal as well as the one 23 years ago in 1997 with the Publishers Clearinghouse Prize Patrol Truck and the two letters from Mariah Carey only they were also empty. And I have a follower out here who considers what I have here in all of this, “A GIFT”. Hey, no offense to anyone out here please, but if this shit is A GIFT, pleeeeease then, just let me HAVE A CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here is the dream that I was having while this huge important meeting was all going down that someone somewhere with fantastic ARDRA-POWER made damn good and sure I'd fucking cunt miss going to!

I am expecting the roof to cave in after popping out of one of the most horrible fucking nightmares of my life a few minutes ago at the dot of eleven this morning. Before going on, I hope the GOOGLE-BLOGGER system is aware that my blogs are being HACKED. First it was my own legal photo-bucket photo being screwed with, and now over the past week, it appears that I not only have some weird spacing-hack on my own personal cum-puke-her Open Office Program files, but also on the BLOG-WEB-SITE SYSTEM that I copy & paste my blogs onto; as the majority of errors that I go back and correct for later re-posts, are not on my files, hence they are hacking me with the same type of SPACING-HACK as well; “OH MIGHTY NON DREW CAREY SIR AND YOUR SOUND-EFX LADY”!!!

I found myself in this horrible parallel universe where my double was living in this Public Housing Building and it was completely different in architecture. I was in what Morianity labels as “DISTANT hyperspace” as well. This is known right away when circumstances are not only way different syuch as the layout of the apartment, completely different maintenance men working here, and on top of that Mister Palvo 1986 Whales Check-Off of STAR TREK; sit that goes down is beyond off the wall, and it can range from being shit that never would happen in more localized hyperspace, also as Morianity labels it, does in fact happen there, and it all seems to be totally within some 'new normal' system of life-boundaries. All of this will come quite clear as I now illustrate the nightmare in full colorized vivid ass detail. Maintenance peeps had come over to my apartment and were insisting that at my own expense, I put up curtains over my three windows. This was bad enough but they wanted it done immediately, and gave me absolutely no explanation whatsoever for their reasoning. I had ordered a computer from some discount place in New York City and was awaiting its arrival while all of this was going on. This total jerk off large sized maintenance man was out in the hallway with other coworkers of his and all sorts of shit was going on that I was totally clueless about, and these things are about the only goddamn thing that I can recognize from right here in 'WAKING WORLD' life. I am just as clueless to shit all around me here, so that was one of those nothing new at all kind of happenings, mister VamMarcucci Von-Count-Sir from autumn of 1969 in historic and illustrious Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. Yes the one time that the great PRESS did mention my existence without ever saying my name, was when they called me in the Philadelphia Inquirer Newspaper in 1971, “The student from Haddonfield, New Jersey” when referencing the Pennsylvania high school in Lower Merion near my Aunt and Uncle's Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home on Greentree Lane, an dhow I was taking the summer-school-course there and was the most distant student but that many did in fact come from out of the area. But someone somewhere as far back as 1971 made absolutely sure that my name was never ever mentioned in the press media systems, or the OTHER-PMS if I can tell a quick little 'laughy-joke' here on Harrah's Casino's advertising billboard, in the eighties, with a joke as always, ON ME. They were taunting and teasing me concerning my 153-day trip to a parallel world, or to “another Atlantic City”, oh boy, Star Trek Lasserrus and President Trump, for crying out louder than what????????? Well peeps; this will get real mother fucking good now, so 'pweeeeeeze' STACEY-TUNED EVWEEBWUDDY, and you too Mister Elmer Fwudd. WOW 'big O', are the doors beginning to really mother fucking kick up around here, since I opened up this blog; and right on time, just as I said!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, WOW, that lovely special LAKEHOUSE-LIGHTNING, but please Roger Sir, no magical time letters???????????

It's been proven to me more than once how people just simply accept the crazy-reality syndrome of powerful life altering stuff. I did not buy into it at all when for no discernable reasoning here in the waking world, back in middle August of 1986, my entire life just turned and altered on a dime. I knew there had to be some huge thing in the back of it all, and of course I was right and there was. No one anywhere was able to ever help me in any way because I was unfortunate enough to be living in the dark ages of 1986 and not 1,000 years later in 2986 where any moron bum on some street, if any streets are left that is, would have been able to smirk at me and tell me, “Hey dope, it's a hyperspace problem, so tell me more about your 153 day experience, and then we can both examine waking conditions surrounding you, to see just what happened to you; and then go onto effect the needed repairs to your life”. But no, peeps didn't say things like that 1,000 years ago in 1986, from the reference point of 2986 that is, and so nobody was there anywhere at all to ever mother fucking render to me the help and assistance that I so mother fucking desperately needed to get from this miserable rotten world of the dinosaur age, and then Merry calls ME A GODDAMN DINOSAUR for crying out louder than last night's NIGHTMARES! Another set of HUGE-WOW'S would really be in order right here, but who has time to waste when we need to focus on the nightmare? So to quote my copyrighted musical project from somewhere late in the eighties or early nineties, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!

Last night's nightmares are no different at all, hyperspace is hyperspace, and we all create all things in human life by way of our physical brain's ability to separate, as the magic is not consciousness or awareness or life as we see it, but really, the magic is SEPARATION!!!!!!!! When our true isness of being is divided by the speed of light squared and we become a part of this physical tangible nuclear-cosmic metaverse system; we now live through a BRAIN and all a brain does is allows the subatomic particle called the electron, to perform its great elusive fifth dimensional magic of separating the oneness of both space and time, hence my labeling and naming the truth of it all, (SPACE-TIME-MIND). MIND SEPARATES, or mind creates the separation of what otherwise would be zero-dimensional energetic lawtronic program, or what “is at the very center of the great black hole” to see it in another way. However we see the truth of it all, this is why Morianity labels the real physical world as nothing more than STM. To quote Mizz Hicks on the great 1986 whales movie, “That as they say is that”. To also quote the great mysterious beach bum Sir Ziggy Malyeska of Atlantic city and Florida in the off season times, back in 1969, “That's the way it goes”. Same diff, as the new age expression also “goes”, right? So back to the nightmare on steroids, folksinger FOLKS and Sir Mike Sucks Corp, yo yo yo!!!

I am in my weird apartment, that is about as different in shape and basic floor plan as it gets, from the comparative vantage point of here anyway, and one of the maintenance men was really upsetting me. I was awaiting the arrival of a new computer and he was telling me that I had to put curtains up over my three window system. Here, as well as there, venetian blinds are already covering the three windows at least in my apartment, and two of the three sets are broken in so far as any ability to manipulate and use them properly. I tried hard here to get them to repair them, and they never would, just as we all know that ever since Trump threw his hat into that 2015 ring for presidential election, my situation here at Public Housing suddenly and instantly had completely changed forever from what it had been before Trump ran. So I had two problems to content with simultaneously in this nightmare but that was only the very shallow fucking beginning to it all. Suddenly my package was at my door and the maintenance man insisted on bringing it in to me, and he opened it up from the box, and it was not a computer, but a very large sound amplifier that was jet black and had countless plugs and jacks in the rear of it and endless space rocket controls in the front of it. The maintenance man insisted on clearing off a bureau that I had over in that parallel world, and he then placed this amp on top, and he said, “I ever saw so many jacks and controls on anything in my life and I used to work in an electronics shop twenty years ago”. I didn't answer him other than to keep insisting that I had absolutely no interest in this damn thing and wanted it put back into the box that it was delivered in. DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, and over here in this waking world universe!!!!!!!!! so getting back to the parallel world, the guy was beyond annoying and I reminded him that he had insisted on my putting up curtains so how can I do this with him in here screwing with me and this stupid amplifier machine? He then said, “I can't wait to hook up some really large speakers to this thing”, and I begged him not to do this, and I reminded him that, “My next door neighbor would blast his system all the more if you does this”, and so I instantly made a conscious lucid recall to the fact, that I was “in a dream” and had the same bad neighbor next to me or at least 'A NABE' WHO BLARED LOUD ASS JUNKY MUSIC NOISE at me. I then said if you have to do this, I have several headphone sets in here, and in that reality there, I had all of old phones from New Jersey, even the old SONY PRO PHONES that could handle 1,000 watts of power and had total frequency range of the entire audio spectrum. I began rifling through a large closet area that I only wish I had here in this universe or (waking-life), but couldn't find the SONY-HEADSET, but there were ten or so other sets and I grabbed another one and handed it to this total dip shit harassing PHA-employee of transdimensional (5-DHS) hyperspace. At this point, my door was wide open and several of his coworkers were also in my apartment, and they all began looking at the amp, and many began to mess with it and one of them then proceeded to plug it in to a wall outlet. I then was busy examining the box to try and see a return address, and it looked like some weird town in Illinois-USA somewhere, but I was unable to clearly read the printing as it had somehow become somewhat illegible. Suddenly, a police officer was in the apartment with me and several of the maintenance men, and he never got in through the doorway, but rather one of my rooms seemingly connected a magical corridor that just allowed anyone to come from unless a door was locked all the way at the end of it, and it too was now wide open and I could see in the distance, a whole slew of more people out beyond the end of that area. Here in waking life, this apartment is a studio apartment and only has a bathroom abnd kitchen area that is not part of the one large room, and these two places were not even remotely similar in floor plan, as the one over there was beyond huge. This police officer was also a very large and heavy set tall man about fifty years in age, balding, Caucasian, blue eyes and brown short hair, and had a very deep strong voice. He wore some type of a jacket with many metals on it and all sorts of badges and I knew that he was some higher ranking officer than the usual foot patrolling officers. Suddenly however, he no longer was wearing his jacket. When I asked him if he had left it somewhere in my apartment, he refused to discuss it. Then, he wasn't as nice as he was before and was siding with everybody else when I kept telling him that all I wanted was to be left alone, and to take that stupid amp out of here. Then I observed that I no longer seemed to have a door to my apartment at all, and all I had was a small hospital type of rolling-curtain at the doorway. Then the place cleared out except for the one maintenance dude who it all began with still there and sitting down in one of my chairs now, between where they had placed the amp on top of a dresser that I had there, and the doorway that was in an 'L'-shaped floor plan from that opposite end of the apartment where this was all taking place. I then began to tell the guy a few things that were happening to me in this miserable Huntington Curse only I remember distinctly not mentioning the name of it. I told him that, “My entire life is so horrible that you wouldn't believe it in a million years, and now there is no way I can get to the curtain project until tomorrow”. At first he wasn't nice about it and kept insisting that I find a way to do it TODAY, but as I teared fuckign up, he finally agreed that if I do it by TOMORROW, it will be okay. He then said to me, “We all know that you have some terrible family problem. The whole damn world knows it too, but nobody knows what to do about it, and it's as if we're all players or actors in some crazy and weird play”! I thought that I'd fucking shit myself when he spoke that to me, folks. I then told him a few other things and he said that, “Look, I just told you, the entire planet knows of your situation on some back of the head level, but none of us can help you; you pitiful little moron”. Then he walked over to the huge stereo amplifier or whatever the shit eating hell it was, and one of his coworkers who had returned with a large wagon cart of some type came in with it making a real loud squeaky sound even though the floors have the same type of rug remnants that I have here in this waking world where I am typing this nightmare out on this blog, and yes, while doing so, slamming endless doors are going on around me, and weird sounds above me upstairs which for a week now seem to be back again an dis a real royal mother fucking pain in my goddessdamn asshole, cubed and squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Mister Mexico is blaring his subs at intolerable levels, and I knew THIS GODDAMN DAY WOULD BE TOTALLY FUCKING MONSTROUS AND HORRIBLE. I will finish my blog tonight, and now, I am awaiting the arrival of the police even though nothing seems to be able to be done. He has it up so loud that if they hear it now, they would have to tell him to lower it, so all I can do is hope. Well, hope may burn mother fucking eternal, but in my case as we all know only too cunt eating well, things remain totally HOPELESS, and the last three letters of hopeless explains the precise and exact reasons why they indeed are and endlessly will be, just that, HOPELESS! THIS WAS THE WORST DAY OF THE ENTIRE YEAR AND CENTURY. This bastard next to me threw a huge wing wing and I am most likely just in the middle of another short intermission of it, as it began around noon or so and was still going strong at a quarter past three this DISAFSTERNOON!!!!!!!! Doors were slamming, and music was blaring. Leave it to the goddamn Mexican-American culture to be rude and mean, and if I am acting racist here, well, I am still a lot better than my super racist fucking whittle mommy who brought me up to be just about the most racist thinking man in America, as she truly was the Racist Queen indeed. Still, I disagree vehemently with the democratic system of political correctness when they have fixed it so no one can even tell the truth any longer such as we cannot say the AA race has better rhythm any longer, when quite obviously it is rights mack dab built into them, and I can go on and on such as the fiery LATINS who care of no one but themselves and when they wish to blast their music in small apartments, they could not care less how much it up sets a neighbor. If that is racist, just telling the truth; then maybe I need TO SWING OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING AISLE, AND START SUPPORTING THE GREAT DISTANT COUSIN OF MINE, PRESIDENT #45, SIR DONALD JOHN TRUMP; as at least he is not afraid to tell the truth about so many things that democrats say is rotten to do. You see people, this is why I keep saying and have made no bones about it all these years of these blogs, I agree and disagree on approximately one half of the issues that are supported BY BOTH OF THE MAJOR UNITED STATES POLITICAL PARTIES, and whether or not this makes me an INDEPENDENT, I confess to being totally fuckign clueless. All I know is that I violently disagree with about one half of the issues split right down the middle, of both the Republicans, as well as the Democrats; and 'these particular issues' may or may not, make me a part of the great I-PARTY; and when I don't know something, I will straight up tell you all that I DON'T KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!! So back now to this beyond mother fucking hellish day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That goddamn mother fucking ANGEL OF DEATH IS ON ME LIKE A CUNT LAPPING BIG TOM-CAT ON A CORNERED LITTLE HELPLESS MOUSE!!!!!!! It is one pass after another, on both sides, of course never at the same time, but I am convinced that this is why I always get him passing me on EITHER THE LEFT OR THE RIGHT SIDE OF ME, and thus only one ear picks his signal up, lovely Donna Gaines of Roxberry Section of Boston, Massachusetts not all that far away from lovely family cursed suburbs of the city, (Braintree)!!!!!!!! I called the police twice today and no one can stop that horrible neighbor from blasting me out day and night. I WILL HAVE TO LEAVE WITH THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK, just as the Milituforce bastard slime scum made me do before ten and a half years ago, and they say that history doesn't mother fucking repeat itself! Well, one hour after my nightmare ended at a parallel universe PHA apartment, here in this one, MY NIGHTMARE WHILE BEING WIDE AWAKE ALL HAPPENED TO ME, so now what do you all say about TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of transdimensional hyperspace), or the interconnected effects of dream life with our waking lives?????????????????????? Hey, doubt my words all you want folks. I knew that this is all true and real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also will make anyone out here a million dollar bet that the stock market was off this morning, and now at exactly 4 PM as I type this, it has closed way up super fucking cunt high!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This ICPE-APE-TECH shit has been applied against me now since the middle nineteen-eighties, and it ain't going anywhere until I AM DEAD AND IN THE GODDAMN FUCKING COLD ROTTEN GROUND!

Now it has been established that all this time when I blamed the ILLEGAL COUSIN FROM ACROSS THE HALLWAY FROM ME IN #608, I was wrong, and as the great Doctor Briscoe Dirtydancer AKA as Sir Jerry Orbach says, “When I'm wrong I say I'm wrong”, just as he told the great dancer dude Latengrate Sir Demi Moore's Ghost Hubby, as I am being blocked from remembering his name after a day this horrible and stressful, so imagine that, oh yes, Mister Patrick Swazi, and Mike Sucks Hellwrecker Spellchecker is no help to me whatsoever, in correctly fucking spelling the guys name, and after a day this horrible, just being able to think and write this well is a miracle on par with water walking, and IPYT great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I was wrong and should not have blamed that cousin across from me. It has been this prick ass Mexican-American all along, both today and every day; slamming doors, partying, and blaring his sick noise-music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this blog said at the very start, “I am in for a real doozie-whopper”. It is no big trick, nor am I one bit mother fucking cunt huffing “psychic”, nor “gifted”. All that fuckign shit has absolutely nothing at all to do with anything real here. All of this is part of HYPERSPACE EQUATION AND OR TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect), as told of over and over on Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went to the mother fucking beach on Hutchinson Island the second time I was out, as the goddamn intermission was only half an hour, and then all the shit started right up again with slamming fucking doors and cranked up music, despite two police cars sitting right outside our windows across from Avenue B in the Municipal Parking Lot.

Before this virus reaches the fatal point where I am beyond screwed and cannot move, I must use the remaining days of this week now, to find out if California or some other state is fully open in phase number, or at least open enough so that rental offices are open to take applications for peeps like me to be able to move into trailer parks somewhere for fucking crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After I was at the beach and had sat there an hour or so on my folding metal chair, that we all see these types of chairs at common auditoriums and I purchased mine seven years or so ago at the local Fort Pierce Goodwill Store, I went to the local Chinese place, and sat in their parking lot, eating a pint of Pork Fried Rice. Wanna' know who put me onto that fantastic dish? Good old RPL Sound Studio lovely Joann, and not my hooker who she kidded me about, along with her name not including the 'additional' non-weirdo-“A” of course; lovely Joanna! Oh that endless elephant mind bending Mountainpen memory, huh Mister Swayze? I also on my first TIKER went to the local PUBLIX for a few needed veggies that I had run out of just the other day. I also got a few juices and snacks and one Publix brand half gallon of their fucking totally luscious ice cream, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! The music went off again shortly past nine, and hopefully they'll blare it later on so that I CAN THEN PRESS CHARGES ON THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL PRICKS!

MY PERSONAL NOTES IN HELL-2020

NOTE 7-8-9-B, all due to some DJIA HACK

11:24 AM, MONDAY, 15 JUNE, 2020

I found myself in this horrible parallel universe where my double was living in this Public Housing Building and it was completely different in architecture. I was in what Morianity labels as “DISTANT hyperspace” as well. This is known right away when circumstances are not only way different such as the layout of the apartment, completely different maintenance men working here, and on top of that Mister Palvo 1986 Whales Check-Off of STAR TREK; sit that goes down is beyond off the wall, and it can range from being shit that never would happen in more localized hyperspace, also as Morianity labels it, does in fact happen there, and it all seems to be totally within some 'new normal' system of life-boundaries. All of this will come quite clear as I now illustrate the nightmare in full colorized vivid ass detail. Maintenance peeps had come over to my apartment and were insisting that at my own expense, I put up curtains over my three windows. This was bad enough but they wanted it done immediately, and gave me absolutely no explanation whatsoever for their reasoning. I had ordered a computer from some discount place in New York City and was awaiting its arrival while all of this was going on. This total jerk off large sized maintenance man was out in the hallway with other coworkers of his and all sorts of shit was going on that I was totally clueless about, and these things are about the only goddamn thing that I can recognize from right here in 'WAKING WORLD' life. I am just as clueless to shit all around me here, so that was one of those nothing new at all kind of happenings, Mister VamMarcucci Von-Count-Sir from autumn of 1969 in historic and illustrious Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. Yes the one time that the great PRESS did mention my existence without ever saying my name, was when they called me in the Philadelphia Inquirer Newspaper in 1971, “The student from Haddonfield, New Jersey” when referencing the Pennsylvania high school in Lower Merion near my Aunt and Uncle's Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home on Greentree Lane, an dhow I was taking the summer-school-course there and was the most distant student but that many did in fact come from out of the area. But someone somewhere as far back as 1971 made absolutely sure that my name was never ever mentioned in the press media systems, or the OTHER-PMS if I can tell a quick little 'laughy-joke' here on Harrah's Casino's advertising billboard, in the eighties, with a joke as always, ON ME. They were taunting and teasing me concerning my 153-day trip to a parallel world, or to “another Atlantic City”, oh boy, Star Trek Lasserrus and President Trump, for crying out louder than what????????? Well peeps; this will get real mother fucking good now, so 'pweeeeeeze' STACEY-TUNED EVWEEBWUDDY, and you too Mister Elmer Fwudd. WOW 'big O', are the doors beginning to really mother fucking kick up around here, since I opened up this blog; and right on time, just as I said!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, WOW, that lovely special LAKEHOUSE-LIGHTNING, but please Roger Sir, no magical time letters???????????

It's been proven to me more than once how people just accept the crazy-reality syndrome of powerful life altering stuff. I did not buy into it at all when for no discernable reasoning here in the waking world, back in middle August of 1986, my entire life just turned and altered on a dime. I knew there had to be some huge thing in the back of it all, and of course I was right and there was. No one anywhere was able to ever help me in any way because I was unfortunate enough to be living in the dark ages of 1986 and not 1,000 years later in 2986 where any moron bum on some street, if any streets are left that is, would have been able to smirk at me and tell me, “Hey dope, it's a hyperspace problem, so tell me more about your 153 day experience, and then we can both examine waking conditions surrounding you, to see just what happened to you; and then go onto effect the needed repairs to your life”. But no, peeps didn't say things like that 1,000 years ago in 1986, from the reference point of 2986 that is, and so nobody was there anywhere at all to ever mother fucking render to me the help and assistance that I so mother fucking desperately needed to get from this miserable rotten world of the dinosaur age, and then Merry calls ME A GODDAMN DINOSAUR for crying out louder than last night's NIGHTMARES! Another set of HUGE-WOW'S would really be in order right here, but who has time to waste when we need to focus on the nightmare? So to quote my copyrighted musical project from somewhere late in the eighties or early nineties, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!

I am in my weird apartment, that is about as different in shape and basic floor plan as it gets, from the comparative vantage point of here anyway, and one of the maintenance men was really upsetting me. I was awaiting the arrival of a new computer and he was telling me that I had to put curtains up over my three window system. Here, as well as there, venetian blinds are already covering the three windows at least in my apartment, and two of the three sets are broken in so far as any ability to manipulate and use them properly. I tried hard here to get them to repair them, and they never would, just as we all know that ever since Trump threw his hat into that 2015 ring for presidential election, my situation here at Public Housing suddenly and instantly had completely changed forever from what it had been before Trump ran. So I had two problems to content with simultaneously in this nightmare but that was only the very shallow fucking beginning to it all. Suddenly my package was at my door and the maintenance man insisted on bringing it in to me, and he opened it up from the box, and it was not a computer, but a very large sound amplifier that was jet black and had countless plugs and jacks in the rear of it and endless space rocket controls in the front of it. The maintenance man insisted on clearing off a bureau that I had over in that parallel world, and he then placed this amp on top, and he said, “I ever saw so many jacks and controls on anything in my life and I used to work in an electronics shop twenty years ago”. I didn't answer him other than to keep insisting that I had absolutely no interest in this damn thing and wanted it put back into the box that it was delivered in. DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, and over here in this waking world universe!!!!!!!!! so getting back to the parallel world, the guy was beyond annoying and I reminded him that he had insisted on my putting up curtains so how can I do this with him in here screwing with me and this stupid amplifier machine? He then said, “I can't wait to hook up some really large speakers to this thing”, and I begged him not to do this, and I reminded him that, “My next door neighbor would blast his system all the more if you does this”, and so I instantly made a conscious lucid recall to the fact, that I was “in a dream” and had the same bad neighbor next to me or at least 'A NABE' WHO BLARED LOUD ASS JUNKY MUSIC NOISE at me. I then said if you have to do this, I have several headphone sets in here, and in that reality there, I had all of old phones from New Jersey, even the old SONY PRO PHONES that could handle 1,000 watts of power and had total frequency range of the entire audio spectrum. I began rifling through a large closet area that I only wish I had here in this universe or (waking-life), but couldn't find the SONY-HEADSET, but there were ten or so other sets and I grabbed another one and handed it to this total dip shit harassing PHA-employee of transdimensional (5-DHS) hyperspace. At this point, my door was wide open and several of his coworkers were also in my apartment, and they all began looking at the amp, and many began to mess with it and one of them then proceeded to plug it in to a wall outlet. I then was busy examining the box to try and see a return address, and it looked like some weird town in Illinois-USA somewhere, but I was unable to clearly read the printing as it had somehow become somewhat illegible. Suddenly, a police officer was in the apartment with me and several of the maintenance men, and he never got in through the doorway, but rather one of my rooms seemingly connected a magical corridor that just allowed anyone to come from unless a door was locked all the way at the end of it, and it too was now wide open and I could see in the distance, a whole slew of more people out beyond the end of that area. Here in waking life, this apartment is a studio apartment and only has a bathroom and kitchen area that is not part of the one large room, and these two places were not even remotely similar in floor plan, as the one over there was beyond huge. This police officer was also a very large and heavy set tall man about fifty years in age, balding, Caucasian, blue eyes and brown short hair, and had a very deep strong voice. He wore some type of a jacket with many metals on it and all sorts of badges and I knew that he was some higher ranking officer than the usual foot patrolling officers. Suddenly however, he no longer was wearing his jacket. When I asked him if he had left it somewhere in my apartment, he refused to discuss it. Then, he wasn't as nice as he was before and was siding with everybody else when I kept telling him that all I wanted was to be left alone, and to take that stupid amp out of here. Then I observed that I no longer seemed to have a door to my apartment at all, and all I had was a small hospital type of rolling-curtain at the doorway. Then the place cleared out except for the one maintenance dude who it all began with still there and sitting down in one of my chairs now, between where they had placed the amp on top of a dresser that I had there, and the doorway that was in an 'L'-shaped floor plan from that opposite end of the apartment where this was all taking place. I then began to tell the guy a few things that were happening to me in this miserable Huntington Curse only I remember distinctly not mentioning the name of it. I told him that, “My entire life is so horrible that you wouldn't believe it in a million years, and now there is no way I can get to the curtain project until tomorrow”. At first he wasn't nice about it and kept insisting that I find a way to do it TODAY, but as I teared fuckign up, he finally agreed that if I do it by TOMORROW, it will be okay. He then said to me, “We all know that you have some terrible family problem. The whole damn world knows it too, but nobody knows what to do about it, and it's as if we're all players or actors in some crazy and weird play”! I thought that I'd fucking shit myself when he spoke that to me, folks. I then told him a few other things and he said that, “Look, I just told you, the entire planet knows of your situation on some back of the head level, but none of us can help you; you pitiful little moron”. Then he walked over to the huge stereo amplifier or whatever the shit eating hell it was, and one of his coworkers who had returned with a large wagon cart of some type came in with it making a real loud squeaky sound even though the floors have the same type of rug remnants that I have here in this waking world where I am typing this nightmare out on this blog, and yes, while doing so, slamming endless doors are going on around me, and weird sounds above me upstairs which for a week now seem to be back again an dis a real royal mother fucking pain in my goddessdamn asshole, cubed and squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Mister Mexico is blaring his subs at intolerable levels, and I knew THIS GODDAMN DAY WOULD BE TOTALLY FUCKING MONSTROUS AND HORRIBLE. I will finish my blog tonight, and now, I am awaiting the arrival of the police even though nothing seems to be able to be done. He has it up so loud that if they hear it now, they would have to tell him to lower it, so all I can do is hope. Well, hope may burn mother fucking eternal, but in my case as we all know only too cunt eating well, things remain totally HOPELESS, and the last three letters of hopeless explains the precise and exact reasons why they indeed are and endlessly will be, just that, HOPELESS! THIS WAS THE WORST DAY OF THE ENTIRE YEAR AND CENTURY. This bastard next to me threw a huge wing wing and I am most likely just in the middle of another short intermission of it, as it began around noon or so and was still going strong at a quarter past three this DISAFSTERNOON!!!!!!!! Doors were slamming, and music was blaring. Leave it to the goddamn Mexican-American culture to be rude and mean, and if I am acting racist here, well, I am still a lot better than my super racist fucking whittle mommy who brought me up to be just about the most racist thinking man in America, as she truly was the Racist Queen indeed. Still, I disagree vehemently with the democratic system of political correctness when they have fixed it so no one can even tell the truth any longer such as we cannot say the AA race has better rhythm any longer, when quite obviously it is rights mack dab built into them, and I can go on and on such as the fiery LATINS who care of no one but themselves and when they wish to blast their music in small apartments, they could not care less how much it up sets a neighbor. If that is racist, just telling the truth; then maybe I need TO SWING OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING AISLE, AND START SUPPORTING THE GREAT DISTANT COUSIN OF MINE, PRESIDENT #45, SIR DONALD JOHN TRUMP; as at least he is not afraid to tell the truth about so many things that democrats say is rotten to do. You see people, this is why I keep saying and have made no bones about it all these years of these blogs, I agree and disagree on approximately one half of the issues that are supported BY BOTH OF THE MAJOR UNITED STATES POLITICAL PARTIES, and whether or not this makes me an INDEPENDENT, I confess to being totally fuckign clueless. All I know is that I violently disagree with about one half of the issues split right down the middle, of both the Republicans, as well as the Democrats; and 'these particular issues' may or may not, make me a part of the great I-PARTY; and when I don't know something, I will straight up tell you all that I DON'T KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!! So back now to this beyond mother fucking hellish day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That goddamn mother fucking ANGEL OF DEATH IS ON ME LIKE A CUNT LAPPING BIG TOM-CAT ON A CORNERED LITTLE HELPLESS MOUSE!!!!!!! It is one pass after another, on both sides, of course never at the same time, but I am convinced that this is why I always get him passing me on EITHER THE LEFT OR THE RIGHT SIDE OF ME, and thus only one ear picks his signal up, lovely Donna Gaines of Roxberry Section of Boston, Massachusetts not all that far away from lovely family cursed suburbs of the city, (Braintree)!!!!!!!! I called the police twice today and no one can stop that horrible neighbor from blasting me out day and night. I WILL HAVE TO LEAVE WITH THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK, just as the Milituforce bastard slime scum made me do before ten and a half years ago, and they say that history doesn't mother fucking repeat itself! Well, one hour after my nightmare ended at a parallel universe PHA apartment, here in this one, MY NIGHTMARE WHILE BEING WIDE AWAKE ALL HAPPENED TO ME, so now what do you all say about TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of transdimensional hyperspace), or the interconnected effects of dream life with our waking lives?????????????????????? Hey, doubt my words all you want folks. I knew that this is all true and real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also will make anyone out here a million dollar bet that the stock market was off this morning, and now at exactly 4 PM as I type this, it has closed way up super fucking cunt high!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This ICPE-APE-TECH shit has been applied against me now since the middle nineteen-eighties, and it ain't going anywhere until I AM DEAD AND IN THE GODDAMN FUCKING COLD ROTTEN GROUND!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

COUNTERSTRIKE OF NOON, ON 24 FEBRUARY, 2020:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE ON JUNE 15, 2020, USING FULL MAXED OUT POWER ON MY ROTTEN MONSTER NEIGHBOR IN UNIT #605 WHO IS WIPING OUT MY LIFE, 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