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WEDNESDAY
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The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---12:35
PM
TEMPERATURE---92
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---93
HEAT
INDEX---105
SKY
CONDITIONS---PTLY CLDY
HUMIDITY---59%
WIND---W
@ 6 MPH, NO GUSTS
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---
AIR
QUALITY---MODERATE
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:32
AM/8:20 PM
VISIBILITY---
DEWPOINT---
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---50% RAIN CHANCE AND AFTERNOON T-STMS
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JULY 8,
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CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M.
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This
mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH
NIGHTMARE
HELL
OF POST
AUGUST 1986, is going to make me goddamn ass
crazier than a thousand dick licking looney birds!!!!!!!!!!!! The
stock market DJIA was DOWN just under 400 POINTS today,
and so I was struck by MISTER
MEXICO 605 NABE FROM HELL again, at approximately
twenty minutes past seven this evening, until about ten minutes shy
of nine, with his loud ass sub-woofer assault and ELDER ABUSE on
me!!! So quite obviously, the
market will soar up tomorrow, WEDNESDAY, 8 JULY; so
anyone out there reading my words, who loves making lots of cunt
huffing easy money; needs only to open up a brokerage account, and
buy as many
DOW INDEX CONTRACTS as they are able to afford at the opening market
price, to be sold at the close. This works
automatically providing you have a good broker who knows how to place
that type of an order for you. All you need do is sit back and
collect while Mountainpen's POST SUMMER SEASON PREDICTION of the
DJIA, rises up to 6:7 for accuracy, or a percentage of 6 divided by
0.07. Any little Walmart or food store calculator will show you my
accuracy of correct predictions after tomorrow's mother fucking
close. Persecute the Mountainpen, and the markets will always FLY, or
just about always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been going on now since
middle August of 1986, so that is one hell of a track record for me
being always right between 80 and 95 percent of the turd swallowing
time, yo! And now people, IT IS TOMORROW, that is from the vantage
point of YESTERDAY, and my accuracy now for summer-2020 market
predictions is at 86% with 6 out of 7 times being accurate, AND
WE WILL GO RIGHT ON COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir, the markets
flew up 177 POINTS, and hey there me'
lovely giant arm breaker GINA, I believe, and to
quote you from the nineteen-nineties, “I TOLD
YOU”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as the mighty Sir Chester Frank would
say back in the bar in the year 2000, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
I've
just drawn in me' FACL so Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit
Crapinherpants Thistlethorns cannot strike me again, as this
nightmare witch bitch has been getting me over and over and over with
all sorts of digitized clocks and counters and every possible
conceivable fucking item, and it is on a major goddamn ass roll, yo!
WOW, THE BLACK FUCKING DIRT BAG HACKERS ARE REALLY POURING ON THE
(SPACE-BAR-HACK), yo yo yo yo yo yo BIG 'O'.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW AND WOW, OH GREAT AND
MIGHTY WONDERFUL
OPRAH
WINFREY,
OWNER OF THE LAND AND THE NETWORK, and prophesied by me back in 1983
on my musical project, 'SOSMM'!!!!!!!!
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Yesterday
was a really fucking bad day, and I wasn't in the mood to discuss
good stuff, such as it being our 5th anniversary, you
know, Diana (Lightning) and me, over at the Port Saint Lucie,
Florida, WALMART in 2015. Yessir world, 7-7-2015, it is all up on
many blogs. The whole story of it. First the great prayer said in my
car while still within a mile or less of my building, and then how
Diana followed me over to the store and was literally all over me,
and even letting me feel lovely electrical currents once while trying
to park in the Walmart Parking Lot. I also forgot to say that
LIGHTNING came over yet AGAIN t visit me YESTERDAY, and that made a
total of 4 DAYS IN A ROW, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, MONDAY, AND TUESDAY, JULY
4, 5, 6, AND 7!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I did not tell you in addition to
that, is the negative news that my talk in the PHA Office was a total
waste of time. The new Office Manager is every bit as worthless as
the one before her, and every bit as mean as well. She never phoned
me as SHE PROMISED SHE WOULD, and she never spoke to the enemy nabe
from hell (DOGTOWN), Sir #605 Mexicadoor!!!!!!!!!!! I told her that I
believe he is trying to kill me, so when I do odie in here shortly,
this was told, and was witnessed by several nosy and busy body ears
in that lobby, and I am blogging the deal as well. My distant family
heirs are totally able to bring a lawsuit against the Fort Pierce
Housing Authority for not only ther total mistreatrment of me, but my
murder and the plot to commit that murder, bringing the charge in
criminal court as well and in addition to the civil lawsuit, for
FIRST DEGREE
PREMEDITATED FUCKING MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two
things will be quickly opened up with a laid foundation, to be later
talked about in much more elaborate detail in following blogs. First,
the one thing that I have yet to share on blogs, that my Walgreen
semi-pal and I, have talked about several times, and then second, a
little update on the topic that these blogs have gone into for a
solid decade or so now, only I will add several new items of
interest, all pertaining to what Mountainpen labels and names,
“REALITY-3” and the numerous parts to this philosophical
complexity of combined facts and theories accumulated by me so far
since 8-15-86 when this PARALLEL-EVENT nightmare all began
manifesting itself around me, yo BROADCASTS
BRO MIKE SUCKS SOFT!!!!!!!!!!
My
semi-pal offered a concept to me that has to do with hyperspace,
dreams, spirit travel, and the Astral Plane itself, all rolled up
into a new possibility-idea, that may have some merit and truth to
it, as I never claimed to be Almighty GOD, or HER MOM the
Know-It-All. The mind can trick anyone of us, and nobody can ever
claim to be all wise while wearing a coat of mortal fucking flesh. I
have seemingly traveled the great 5th dimension as well as
the Planck Time (Astral Realm), but my ability to put what I have
managed to somehow experience in all of this, will always be limited
to my human mortality, hence, some things I say in my Morianity can
be slightly off or wrong here and there, and I have never claimed
otherwise. I have said all along that I am not the great Patty HH
Hollister and I don't have all the mother fuckign answers to it
alligators ALL, speaking of the ultimate JRSS and computer programs
all built into it, in its absolute fucking epitome, yo yo yo yo
BRAHHHHHHH!
This
fine gentleman was a highly successful corporate attorney, who is
recently as of last year, fully retired, and
living down here in good old hot sunny FLORIDA. He is highly
brilliant, and recently he has done a “Disco
Donna
Summer
Reevaluation”
or a DDSR as I'll shorten
that expression to from now on. I know that I have blogged and told
you all, how he thinks that 'MC' has caused me this recent NABE
PROBLEM and not our great and marvelous #45 President. Still, and
WITH ABSOLUTELY NO
PUN INTENDED WITH MY LYING
RHYMING
RHYTHMS here; I feel that at best, they
are in concert with this recent misery and agony that has
been brought into my hellish fucking life. If I am wrong, my humble
apologies but I don't think that there is too big a possibility for
that; as just too many goddamn dots connect
up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and a BIG ASS
BUTT and but, getting back to the pernt here Sir Archie; I
know that I told how this power-brain retired Corporate Attorney
reevaluated some of my story concerning me' daughter, but there is
another item that he sort of agrees with me on; only he has an even
wilder, and maybe more accurate spin on it than I do. Again, who can
really ever know anything for proof positive sure??? I
speak of the topic of dreams, hyperspace, spirit travel, and the
Purgatory. He doesn't see the Astral-Plane as inside
of whatever blew out of the pre-big-bang, but rather, he sees the
DREAM-WORLDS themselves as the 'after-life' so to speak, or where our
spirit exists in, and what happens in dreams is our own conscious
brain, finding numerous ways of connecting in some synapse electrical
way, that all of our thoughts form as a result of this, and thus; our
dreams are merely more extensions of deeper thoughts, and actually,
he can put it much better than I am echoing his words, and I
only wish that I had that micro recording device that my mom accused
me of having while we lived in Cinnaminson back early in 1985 shortly
before moving to the Highview Apartments for the first
of my two times residing there, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. Most of
you know what I mean here, as I made good and sure to copy the story
from one original telling blog, into numerous more recent blogs. This
is where my mom and I had that knock down drag out fight in the
Patterson house on Highland Avenue, concerning her granddaughter,
only then, I knew absolutely nothing about this mess from hell, and
Patty and her were keeping and sitting on this gargantuan secret that
blew up like a million hydrogen bombs all at once after the nineties
and when she became a great recording artist. All of this shit fits
together, and so does Mister Jerry Texaco, the Plaza Hotel owned by
Donald Trump, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of 1984;
and the great medical office near GRANT AVENUE, in NORTHEAST
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA; and so much more unfathomable shit
as well great folks out here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it away, Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank!
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
The
other item that I said was the second topic for this blog has to do
with REALITY-3, and PARALLEL-EVENT, and breaks down a little bit for
the first time, blow by blow and event by event, what I mean when I
call it by that name, and what it really is; if that is, it is what
is real to begin with; and this of course, as most of you know who
follow this blog; is something that poor
fucking pitiful pathetic MOUNTAINPEN has had to wrestle with, and
struggle through, as an endless mind oppressing nightmare; ever since
August of 1986, in the futile attempt of rationalizing
one way or the other; gee is REALITY 3 what is
real, or is it JUST Parallel-Event that is real??????????????????
If the mighty literary giant Sir Shakespeare did not have me and this
hellishness secretly in mind when he wrote his most famous play-lines
of all time, “TO BE OR NAUT TO BE, THAT IS
THE QUESTION”?, I'll be a mother fucking monkey's great
Aunt, and uncle toothpaste too; oh Mike
SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reality-3
means that there is no parallel event other than it is a mirage and
or a false image created by the true existence of something behind
both of the items and that the items A and B have nothing whatsoever
to do with each other at alligators ALL,
MIKE ANNOYING SOFT-SUCKS CORPORATION!!!!!!
So
in an opening nut shell, we can see that every time that the cock
sucking stock market falls, I am harassed by this prick next door
with his blaring sub-woofer noise from HELL. Then we see the markets
go right back up after I get the elder abuse assault from this dirt
bag major enemy. And the cycle goes endlessly on an don, producing
the seeming truth that there is some parallel event between these two
items. But if a completely unrelated item is causing both of those
things to happen, then that is what is real and there is no parallel
event. However, how does one with that belief even start to
rationalize why parallel event in the three outside betting
parameters of a Roulette Game, then have an approximate seven percent
parallel event, just as was shown to me from my bathtub in early
1986, by LIGHTNING HERSELF, or Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis?????????????? These things can be thought of as paradoxes if
we wish to only give quick thoughts to it, but any serious cogitation
forces a completely different issue to be in need of resolve. If
things were only that mother ftuckign simple, I would have defeated
this 3,000 year old family curse by now, and be living on EASY
STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things are not simple. They never were, and
they will not ever be. But there is one simple truth that we can
always do a Jim Rockford on later on and get really garrulous about,
to quote me' ol' Latengrate whittle Mommy!!!!! It is why peeps like
Trump who never have worked at anything, don't have hardly any book
knowledge, and on and on, can have everything that life has to offer,
whole somone like me suffers endlessly with great wisdom and
knowledge, dying it a rat hole with roaches ad rodents and horrible
prick enemy nabes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLS FAWCES. There is nothing more
complicated than the simple truth that all of us, and just as Sir
Shakespeare said long long fucking cunt ago, are merely upon some
wild STAGE, and are merely ACTORS in SOMEONE'S GREAT PLAY! Many peeps
say that this is a cop out, but it is NOT a cop out. It fully is
real, and it is absolutely mother fucking true. You'll hear it said
over and over, “You make your own luck”, or “Luck has nothing
to do with it”, or “Those in Jesus Christ don't believe in luck”;
and I can prove them totally wrong, any time,
and will bet anyone a billion fucking USD on it, whenever you
wish to have me challenge you and completely legitimately. I can sit
any of you down and show you with a simple deck of playing cards,
that the LORD has nothing to do with it, and that the FAWCES are
REAL, and that LUCK is REAL toothpaste TOO. Get the fuck off my back,
MIROSUCKS CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But these topics are major,
they can upset the entire sociological order and governmental control
over great global populations; and if I say too much, they can get at
me in a million ways; as I have NO PROTECTION WHATSOEVER, and no one
cares one tiny bit about me if I should fucking live or die; and I
have to be careful to NEVER CROSS TOO MANY RED LINES, and say too
much. Same thing with Patty and Merry. My mom and Patty HHH shared
one gigantic secret, and shortly after the great incident from fifty
one years and three days ago, the Exploratronic Supermind Society
also found out about it, and this is all why the MEDIA has done all
the things to me that they have, including coming to Cooley Hall and
talking to all of my classmates right after I left there at the end
of January in 1973!!!!!!!!! Alligators, and yes Mister fucking MIKE
SUCKS DICKS MICROSOFT, ALL of this makes complete and total sense,
once the facts are known, but who am I to ever think that I can
expose a powerhouse groupation that I've labeled as the
ESS????????????????? I have figured out that winding road nightmare
from years ago with the Comcast PEEPS and the bill I needed to pay. I
was in one of the ESS locations and it was only a short distance away
from that wild billing office of COMCAST, and all these damn
dinosaurs were all over that windy scary weird road leading up to
their damn office. Around that same time, I had that other wild
nightmare of the three ESS witches or whatever they were, only them,
I had yet to piece many of the ever connecting dots so perfectly
together, allowing me to realize that they were really, after
converting from the Towel-Seepage-Effects of 5th
dimensional hyperspace, Patricia Hollister, Paula King, and Melanie
Safka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as in the BIBLE with so many
great prophets. They would see something in a wild parallel realm
(dream), and then they were taught by PINK GODDESS, just how to make
the TSE convert into their waking reality world, such as the seven
years of famine, and many other such wild dream-prophecies. But I
will be talking more about parallel event, Reality-3, and
ICPE-APE-TECH, and forbidden taboo knowledge illegally used on the
Physical-Plane of mortal waking life, an dhow indeed, someday, these
WOMO-MILITUFORCE SCUMBALLS will be major ass fuckign punished for
what they have done to me now for six decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
played three sets of PHR before doing this blog, and I WON every
single bet. All three were a series of three questions, and I won ALL
NINE TIMES, or really, I LOST ALL 9 TIMES, and in antimatter space,
we reverse the answers, so I WON. No GREEN VIGS came out so that was
a nice easy $900 bucks for the ol' Mountainpen, so WEEEEEEEEEE Sir
Chester-Frank, and yes lovely DQ Katie of 1997, WEEDEEKAWUSS
toothpaste TOO.
AND FUCK YOU, Mister
Microsucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUUD'.
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MY BLOGS:
This
mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH
NIGHTMARE HELL
OF POST AUGUST 1986, is
going to make me goddamn ass crazier than a thousand dick licking
looney birds!!!!!!!!!!!! The stock market DJIA
was DOWN just under 400 POINTS today, and so I was struck by
MISTER MEXICO 605 NABE FROM HELL again,
at approximately twenty minutes past seven this evening, until about
ten minutes shy of nine, with his loud ass sub-woofer assault and
ELDER ABUSE on me!!! So quite obviously, the
market will soar up tomorrow, WEDNESDAY, 8 JULY; so anyone
out there reading my words, who loves making lots of cunt huffing
easy money; needs only to open up a brokerage account, and buy
as many DOW INDEX CONTRACTS as they are able to afford at the opening
market price, to be sold at the close. This works
automatically providing you have a good broker who knows how to place
that type of an order for you. All you need do is sit back and
collect while Mountainpen's POST SUMMER SEASON PREDICTION of the
DJIA, rises up to 6:7 for accuracy, or a percentage of 6 divided by
0.07. Any little Walmart or food store calculator will show you my
accuracy of correct predictions after tomorrow's mother fucking
close. Persecute the Mountainpen, and the markets will always FLY, or
just about always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been going on now since
middle August of 1986, so that is one hell of a track record for me
being always right between 80 and 95 percent of the turd swallowing
time, yo! Every mother fucking time I am
ICPE-APE-TECK DEATH STRUCK from now on, I will be adding onto this
mother fucking recorded prediction journal of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!
At least, what is being done to me is going to now and from now on,
be endlessly told and exposed to this fucking rotten ass world!!!!!
After
the assault, I played my PHR, and a series
of 5 sets of questions were asked on me' goddamn
GENIE-WHEEL, and the results were totally major
fucking beyond KICK-ASS if I do say so me'self, and here they
are:
I
just drew in my mother fucking FACL, so that witch bitch can't worsen
my BOTBAR FUCKING DAY INTO A SUPER ASS BOTBAR! Here now are my
CNA-SNA-ART results: First before I write them down, it is 11:40 at
night, and some huge horn went off right outside of my apartment
window, sounding like some township or county vehicle or else if it
was a private truck, it was a big one as that was a fucking super
loud air horn, and it made me jump a country mile, even with my
earplugs in me' fucking turd eating ears!!!!!!
AMOUNT
OF NON-GREEN BETS---9-5-5-3-7
WIN-BET
RESULTS:------------7-4-5-2-4
BASED
ON THE $100.00 gaming chip betting level at all tables of play at
casinos.
P&L
based on the above W&L RESULTS:
USD
(DOLLARS)
+500
+300
+500
+100
+100
PRE-HOUSE-VIG
P&L TOTAL:
$1,500.00
TOTAL
SPINS:
35
VIG
OUCOME:
6
GREEN HITS, (-300.00)
NET
P&L:
$1,500.00-$300.00=$+1,200.00
in 35 spins
Wanna'
fucking know why I am recently back messing with QUANTUM
REALITY ROULETTE and related subjects and topics? Well, if
not, use your 'NEXT-BLOG'
buttons, and move to other blogs; but if you do wish to know,
and I think most will find this a bit on the
major ultra fucking interesting side for sure; then keep a
reading on, yo folks, and fucking Mike Sucks Soft FOLKsingers!!!!!
I
opened up the subject earlier several blogs back, and then I laid a
little bit of the opening foundations down as well. Now we will take
it a bit further, and if you read on here, you will remember and know
what I am discussing without even needing to scratch your heads for a
single damn second! I told how the forces are probably beside
themselves with a brand new experience for them regarding the
persecution and harassment of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington
Mohr. I speak here of how the great Almighty REPUBLICAN PARTY, as
well as DONALD TRUMP our PRESIDENT, all want to get this country back
OPEN and GOING STRONG; and this includes most especially the great
RED STATE OF HOT OVEN FLORIDA of which I am a citizen and resident
of, and then on top of all of this, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, when this nightmare ICPE-APE-TECH HELLISHNESS ON ME
ALL GODDAMN BEGAN, there is absolutely NOTHING WHATSOEVER that these
MILITUFAWCES can do that will alter their own nightmare now of ME
being in total absolute agreement with THEM!!!!!!!!!! Allow me to
take this to the next level now! But before I do, MAGNESONIC
will now be employed by its creator, me, Mountainpen; to
counterattack and avenge my BOTBAR DAY and ELDER ABUSE.
Then we will get right back on pernt here, Sir Archibald
Bunkerqueens, and on or off your great terlit in
NYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 12:05 AM, ON 8 JULY, 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 MAJOR
ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT AND ATTACK AND ELDER ABUSE OF 7
JULY OF 2020, WITH MY NABE
FROM HELL MISTER DIRT BAG 605 MEXICO SUBWOOFER,
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.
Yessir,
ever since August of 1986 when I died in my sleep from a major
mastoid ear infection at the Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG rental home
owned by Richard BARF-Karpf; a gigantic parallel event in
REVERSE-DIRECTION began to run with the EVIL EMPIRE and MYSELF, and
thus, whatever I would ever wish to have happen, they would naturally
NOT WISH FOR IT to happen, and the very damn same thing applied in
mother fucking reverse direction between them and
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only until this 2020 SPRING-TIME, have these
wild HALLS FAWCES altered in a beyond HUUUUUUUUGE way, where WE BOTH
HAVE A POWERFUL DESIRE FOR THE VERY SAME PRECISE EXACT
THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This sets up many major things that
the EVIL EMPIRE not only is quite aware of, but absolutely and
vehemently doesn't wish to be a reality, only IT IS, AND THERE IS
NOTHING THEY CAN DO TO STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter who's on
first base now, Mister Costello Twilight Zone Serling; the
incredible FAWCES have now gone into some wild equivalent of a
cosmicly significant chess checkmate deal, and that as they
say is that; oh lovely 1986 Mizz Whalehicks
Startrekmovie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Captain Shatner Sir, maybe
“you don't have her telephone number back in the damn 24th
century”, but I've got ALL YOUR NUMBERS,
now, and they all mother fucking know it, IN
SPADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are tons of shit
to get into here, but I am too tired and it is too late in the damn
day. Later on, we will be taking this into beyond ultra gigantic
GODS-GASME-GAMES TECH, and
explore some shit that would break a thousand wonderful Count
VonMarcucci brains, as well as Sir Thaxton's; in or out of the great
year of 1969, Sir Eagles California!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Okay
peeps, my batting broker average is now at 83% for the past two weeks
at most of trading time on Manhattan's globally famous Wall Street.
I told you late Sunday night that the DJIA STOCK MARKET would soar on
Monday, and soar it did; UP 460 POINTS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
So far in less than a two week period, I have predicted six huge
up-tick times, and I have been correct in all but one of my
PARALLEL-EVENT-TECHNOLOGY-PREDICTIONS, and you all know it, and I am
going to go right on doing this now and keeping a record of every
single major super OTAMMIC WOMO-M2F ASSAULT ON ME UNTIL I CAN MOVE
OUT OF FUCKING DISEASED FLORIDA WITH NO PUN ON THE WORD OF 'DISEASED'
ANY LONGER. A five for six accuracy is 83%, and all you need to do is
to take my correct amount of times and then divide by my incorrect
amount of times and then multiply that by 100 to get the percentage
for my being correct, and so we will now continue onward with this as
this endless death assault and elder abuse continues unabated around
me, seemingly for all fucking cunt eternity, or the eventual death of
the internet at least!!!!!!!!!
I
have now drawn in my Fonda-Avoidance
Coloring-Lines FACL so the
mighty bitch from Atlanta, and her great baseball braves, cannot hurt
me further tonight; yo brah!!!!!!
Now
I never told you all about the horrible
nightmare I woke up out of SHORTLY BEFORE THAT HELLISH
SATURDAY HOLIDAY HELL THAT MY DAMN WOMO-M2F
OTAMMITE ENEMIES put me through. I was in a super gigantic
library, or me' transdimensional doppelganger (double) was anyway,
and I was being severely fucking mistreated by several of the women
who were employed there, for doing nothing wrong at all, reminding me
a little bit of my days in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG while with Sir Ed
Himacane Lynch, and had those problems while he was trying to get me
started as a blogger. There, it was other patrons whom were upsetting
me, and it is all on previous blogs where I told this entire story.
But in this horrendous monstrous putrid fucking nightmare, the head
librarian was a lady around late fifties or so in age, heavy set and
standing around five feet four inches tall; and she gave me hell for
everything I was doing. If I so much as moved some tiny object that
was on my person, or when I was throwing something away in a trash
can, and on and on and on, she just gave me holy fucking goddamn hell
for everything I did, and without one small slight wee tad bit of
justification. Eventually, I remember trying to take some heavy thing
that I had with me, up some stairs and could not do it because it was
so heavy and bulky, and then another person in the library told me
that there was a side door that I could go out and it would then lead
me to where my car was parked. But when I went out there, I was
completely lost and this building was the size of about five or more
combined average city blocks, like nothing anywhere in this part of
waking world or ordinary reality. I was lost and then when I tried to
get back in, it was a one way door and it was locking me out. I went
to my right and into a large parking lot that had no vehicles at all
in it, and then led off into a long and wide dirt pathway with weird
looking apartments on one side of it as I walked further down that
road/path. Eventually I woke up and fought like hell not to go back
to sleep even though I was still very much in need of one or two more
hours of sleep, for fear of being SENT RIGHT BACK INTO THE
EXPERIENCE, and we all have had this type of
towards-morning-nightmare as I call them, and if we let ourselves
return to sleep, we cannot help but to find our self right mother
fucking back in the monstrous experience. Lucky-lucky you, Mister
Eddie Himacane. He would always brag to me, as he was a no-dreaming
person, meaning he had no waking world memories of his dreams as we
all have REM-SLEEP and hence we all do dream, and so he would make
his famous sentence to me many times, “Mark, they can't get at me,
I don't dream”! So I woke up and forced myself to remain up for the
day, and I was one extremely pissed off mother fucker for the way
that my other self or transdimensional hyperspace double was being so
incredibly mistreated in that rotten ass library by those scummy old
hags who were employed there, and then JUST AS I WAS MANAGING TO CALM
DOWN AND FEEL JUST A TAD WEE BIT BETTER, POW, ZAM, BANG, that is when
Mister Mexicadoor from unit #605 came and knocked at me' door to
announce to me, “I'm going to be playing the music”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone of you out here who wishes to disagree with me about both the
mechanics behind, as well as the hyperspace effects of
transdimensionalization, can please take one giant step into
stupidity for me, right now!!! I know beyond any shadow of doubt that
our lives are not three dimensional. They ARE FIFTH DIMENSIONAL, and
it is the truth.
After
the markets closed today and while watching the local and world news
on television, I played three sets of Quantum Roulette and used of
course, GENIE-WHEEL #A33. My results:
Group
of 7, LLWWWLW, ----+$100
Group
of 5, LWWLW, --------+$100
Group
of 3, WWW, -----------+$300
TOTAL
P&L BHV (before house vigorish):
+$500.00
HOUSE-VIG:
4
GREEN HITS losing four half bets -$200.00
NET
P&L-----$500-$200=+$300.00
Quantum
reality is very complex and only a few highly intelligent peeps of
the scientific community truly understand the extreme outlandishness
of the world of QUANTUM PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you know, and I am
keeping this as simple as possible good folks out here; I ask my
questions, I record from one deck of shuffled and drawn set of
ordinary playing cards, and then I use the wheel that is pertaining
to the game being played, while other wheels sit dormant on a yet to
be written and recorded log. The questions to cosmos are only being
asked of one wheel, so when I said on my prior recent blog that I
would have lost a ton of money if I had been playing many other
wheels, the powerful reality is that those wheels were never being
questioned, and this is the very same principle behind why these
great Quantum Scientists and Physicists, all know and realize so
well, and wild and weird and surreal as it may seem to anyone
unschooled on the topic of QM; that indeed, unless particular matrix
points of reality are 'OBSERVED' or MIND
CONNECTED with us human beings,
things are never the same as they would be if in fact THEY HAD BEEN
MIND CONNECTED OR 'OBSERVED' by
us human beings. This boggles the mind of the great scientific
community, so please folks, don't be one small bit ashamed if you too
are a bit mind bent by these wild but absolutely true facts of cosmic
reality, yo!!!!!!! This is of course why I use the terminology of
playing QUANTUM ROULETTE, as I have taken this otherwise 3-D game and
placed it literally into the subatomic realm of 5th
dimensional reality!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis
Snyder would say it oh so damn perfectly if he were here
with me right goddamn now, and it goes like this:
“And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
According
to many even more complicated truths behind all of this, is the fact
that I will end up eventually proving one of two things, 'A' or 'B'.
The ultimate fucking law of dichotomy or 'whatever', but here it is
peeps and it gets no John Henningsen
simpler than any of thisssssssssssssss,
lovely Mizz Erica!!!
Either
the Huntington
Curse
is not more powerful than all of
Quantum Physics, or it is greater. Hence 'A' is that the HC is not
more powerful and will not eventually overcome anything that I can
ever hope to try or apply against it, in order to successfully escape
it, or 'B', no matter what I ever do, including any type of ultimate
Quantum Roulette or Applied Parallel Event to the game of Roulette; I
will still end up losing to the HC,
as it is more powerful than anything that ever can possibly go up
against it. Also remember folks, that this family curse began with
all of the sins of all living people on this Earth-Planet, being
placed on the LORD JESUS, the incarnation of Almighty GOD, (Pink
Goddess SSJK), so that anyone of us who claims the blood covering, or
the ultimate GASME-GAMES of WHITE-RED-PINK where red blood is mixed
with white sinless Jesus, and
equals the great PINK color of forgiveness, as per HER
fantastic ASTRAL-PLANE GAME CALLED “SALVATION”!
To Her it is a game, but to all of us, WE MUST TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND
OBEY THIS ULTIMATE COMMAND OF ACCEPTING THE GREAT JESUS CHRIST, AND
HIS BLOOD, TO COVER OUR SINS; in order to be written in the City Hall
Registry and given a CITY-PASS into Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and escaping
the eventual capture from round-ups, that leads to the horrendous and
unfathomable DOGTOWN SENTENCES, where we are taken across the mighty
TECK BAY into DOGTOWN. And we cannot resist the temptation to enter
the great Capitol City, as it is too breath taking and incredible to
not go there. So eventually, all of us end up in DOGTOWN after we are
in the STRIKE-4 round up catch.
Only the truth of contrast would allow anyone to know just what we
miss out on when separated on the great spiritual realm or Purgatory
(Astral-Plane) from almighty SSJK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
saw you on the television today, on the news, Sheriff
KJM, sir. Last time I saw you was in a wild parallel universe
on the Jewelly-White Horse Pike in Laurel springs, NJUSAESMWG.
WOW-THAT; huh lovely OP?
This
day is already SUPER
BOTBAR,
but I managed to do one thing in all of this mess, which may buy me a
little time so that I can wait out the CVGP and move which I planned
to do all along whether
I was ever given my new
nabe from super hell
(Dogtown) or naut
oh lovely Mizz
AT&T Blake from 1983.
Allow
me to go on with this information, pweeeze!
I
did not pay my rent until this Monday morning due to a holiday as
well as the fact that when peeps are being this unfair and totally
mean to me, and borderline super criminal as well, somehow my credit
rating as well as paying on the button razor edge of time no longer
has the same meaning and or significance for me, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, many peeps were paying it today over at the PHA Office, and so
I wasn't alone. Holidays do indeed tend to fuck with people's
otherwise somewhat more normal schedules, yo yo yo yo yo yo
bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So fuck the Microsoft Corporation BROADCASTS.
It is extremely hot and sticky for an early morning, and it has been
at the top end of normal summer range around here for heat and
humidity, and as stated by this blogger on numerous occasions now,
this
is also a mere double-down of the devil, or as I sometimes say for
short a 'DDD',
as this is when shit around me that is always there, also tends to
heighten and worsen as well, BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me now draw my Fonda Sleaze Avoidance Coloring-Lines so I don't
have to make an already BOTBAR
TIME, EVEN DAMN ASS WORSE
for crying out fucking Fontana
Loudspeaker-LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
I wasn't sure if the world was semi-open today or naut, Mizz Blake,
due to July fourth coming on a weekend day, but it is open, or
semi-open as all things are during our nightmare mother fucking
Corona-Virus Global Pandemic (CVGP) SHITUATION FROM
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I managed to get me' rent paid,
and the
building manager
was there, as was the BM from two ago, the lovely
Mizz Marotto,
oh kind folks, and Microsucks FOLKsingers toothpaste fucking cunt
too!!!!!!!!!!! I tried very hard to keep my composure, but I was very
upset, and within a minute or so, I was given the magical new age
'authority' syndrome that was discussed earlier on many recent
blogging texts, and yes, I immediately gave the doggie-submission
signal (DSS), so that all order could be restored to the local-world,
or mine actually. But I managed to say an awful lot of good logical
things, and I waited for things said first to me, so that I could
turn their words into MY FAVOR for a change; an old trick of
MC,
which indeed can stand for numerous things here, from MIND
CONTROL
mainly, but also standing for MILLOIONTH-COUNCIL,
and yes, there are some others. But let's get back to the 'pernt'
here, while Sir
Archie
still remains on his wonderful seat with a hole in it, that he loves
to refer to in Queens, NYUSAESMWG, as a “terlit”!!!!!!!!!
No-sir
world; I won't bore you with a verbal play by play, despite it being
totally fresh in my mind, letter by letter, but when the conversation
worked its way around to why the new female Office Manager employee,
has not been around, or had me sign that “super urgent form”,
that for whatever the reason was not available for me to do so on the
date that she did my re-certification; she mentioned that the
pandemic was the cause of many things and then sort of tried to make
me look like I need to get with the program as far as that is
concerned, and that is what so PERFECTLY DOVETAILED INTO MY THEN
BEING ABLE TO SAY, and I'll quote, “Then how come it is okay for my
next door neighbor to grab my hand and shake it and grab me and hug
me, during this 'Pandemic' that is then supposedly so deadly and
dangerous”????? This time I had the HALLS FAWCES in a way that THEY
TOTALLY DESPISE, right by the Jack McCoy 'L&O' scrotum. They
hate with a passion when I am finally able to get one tiny bit of my
valid and legitimate points across to anyone, and normally and
usually, I both can as well as do, absolutely expect a HUUUUUUUUGE
kick in the ass retaliation from these invisible HALLS FAWCES; and
I'll mother fucking bet any of you out here, DOLLARS TO $$$$$$
DONUTS, that it is right around the corner, and waiting to pounce on
me, like a huge male lion who has not eaten a morsel of food for five
straight fucking days,
yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!! She
at that point had to change her existing tune of being totally NOT
ON MY SIDE,
and the incident being witnessed by a lobby area that had about six
people sitting on social distancing chairs with busybody listening
ears and hanging on every word being spoken by her and myself;
she had to then say, “No, that is not right at all”, after I told
about the HUGGER and HAND-SHAKER NABE FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many other things at that point were said, and with quite a bit more
of the vibes to my situation now switched more over to my side for a
rare damn change; I found her in total agreement with me, that
I should not have to go out of my legally paid for rented apartment
and sit at the river for hours and hours twice a week or more when he
blares his ILLEGAL SUB-WOOFER-MUSIC NOISE at me at his endless
discretion.
I also told her how he is doing it not just to enjoy the music, but
to harass me, and that his
visiting people are obviously part of my own family-enemies, and who
have paid them off to move there, and to do these things;
and when I carefully told about the vestibule area, and how they open
their door as I quietly walk by just to screw with me and ask me
where I'm going, which is none of their goddamn bizz to begin with,
and so on; and
she had to absolutely agree with me, as what other choice is there?
I am right, and this thing that is being permitted to happen to a
pathetic innocent senior fucking cunt citizen IS TOTALLY
WRONG!!!!!!!! Still, I am a realist and I know for absolute positive
sure that I never ever win when something like this has been done to
wipe me out, and if I did win, as right as this would make things in
the land of FAIR, which as most of us know only too damn ass well,
doesn't really exist outside of mythical fairytale's and legends and
read the kids to sleep books; so in the end of it all, if anything; I
am only trying to buy some time to survive, until I am able to move
out of here. Once I am trapped in a total WOMO-MILITUFORCE NIGHTMARE
FROM DOGTOWN AND BACK, there is never ever any way of escaping it,
magical songs from 83 and 97 all notwithstanding, or magical lab
technicians, Copyright Examiners, or endlessly employed JOB-KEEPERS
of the fictional NYPD Detective Green Society!!!!!!! My shit has
already been placed into the cosmic system, and I know this because
for the past ten minutes or so, very loud slamming doors are
happening, and I am pretty sure it is my next door scum bag NABE
FROM HELL.
The only other two who do this are Wacko-Sickie Donnie in unit 610
when he's off his goddamn meds, or the ILLEGAL visiting cousins of
across the hallway from me at James's apartment in unit 608, and
normally, I can tell if it is them or coming from down further
towards the elevator and vestibule area of this sixth hellish fucking
floor PHA Building, yo BRRR!
I
will be playing my Quantum Roulette soon, and using GENIE-WHEEL A33.
This means that whatever questions I ask such as “Should I bet 7
RED in a row TO WIN on my next play at the 'hypothetical' tables”,
and if it comes out as a “NO”, then I change it into a “YES”
because the wheel is heavily into the BMS (Black-Matter-Space) of the
graphing system, and so this means I WOULD BET RED for those 7 spins,
not including any house vig-greens that may pop in. As stated, I
actually have quite a few wheels always running, and I accurately
record the outcome numbers that any of them may pop up as by simply
recording the MASTER-SHEET-WHEEL numbers. If the master sheet wheel
number comes up as a 10, GENIE WHEEL may say it is number 23, and
then numerous other wheels will have their own transposition coded
numbers for that master-number. I don't have time to worry about more
than the GENIE-WHEEL right now, as this one is the one that is far
outside and beyond the NZ (Neutral
Zone)
of the hyperspace-effects of cosmos!!!!!!!!!!!! So as mighty Sir
Shoeknockeroutter CF (Chester-Frank) would say here,
“WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
My
mother was the one who observed this peculiar item that I will now
address, long before I ever had, after we left Oaklyn, and my
adolescent year dwelling place, from age fourteen years and eight
months, through twenty years and three months, to move into the
apartment at 1118 Linden Hills, in
Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. We always
seemed to live in those garden type of apartments in New Jersey,
where a group of shared apartments were in a
block of either four or eight of them. She said, “There
is always one neighbor who makes it hell to live there”, and
she was absolutely correct, and her wisdom holds so damn true to this
very day, four and a half decades later in the damn 2020 year. When
I got home from yesterday's TIKER, I intentionally walked the seven
floors of this building, and only one apartment in the total 95 of
them was making lots of noise and partying, and we all know, this was
the one RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO MINE IN #605, so don't go
insisting that my entire life is just a series of silly ass mother
fucking meaningless happenstance coincidences, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE
me' kind gwate fwolks out here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! TANKS & FUCKING
KABOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many
times people besides my best adult pal Sir Dave Roth as well as my
own flesh and blood mother, all told me things that absolutely back
up my entire story, totally proving my claims to be 100% accurate and
real. Also, when they were given to me by these people, they were
absolutely unsolicited by me in any way, and just came right out of
the blue, from baseball's famous “LEFT
FIELD”! If I make this up or lie or even exaggerate this
truth in the smallest wee little bit or way, may
I spend all of fucking eternity BURNING IN HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have no need nor legitimate reason to sit in here typing this blog
and lying to the world about any of this mother fucking dogshit!
Another
thing I did not mention from yesterday's horrible incident and the
resulting TIKER that needed to be taken as a direct result, is that
as I came back to the NON-PATTY HOLLISTER PHA BUILDING, I could see
as I drove down the road before pulling in at the parking lot gate,
the scum bag spies from the #605 helliday-party, looking out the
window for my car to come back, from the large windows on the south
side of the sixth floor vestibule area of this building. This entire
thing has been done to hurt me, and I totally believe that my rotten
goddamn daughter has done this to me for daring to talk so much about
many things. The joke is on her however, as I did not in any way let
the beans spill out about anything OTHER THAN HER PHYSICAL CONDITION
CONNECTIONS WITH ME, and nothing at all ELSE. All of that was done by
other enemies, to make her think and believe that it was me who was
behind it. I would never intentionally hurt my miserable kid, mean as
she may indeed be, at least to fucking me. I only did all of this
because I needed to get to the bottom of my own physical choking
condition that came on me in my late twenties, just as her same thing
did on her at around that very same age in her life, and as it
progressed, we all know that she developed some issues, and we don't
need to go any further other than to say thissssssssssssss, Mister
fucking wonderful awesome Bonjovi,
sir. If it was not for my purchasing the 2009 DVD movie and
watching it, I never would have made the full leap to see how this
all occurred. And did she try to hide it in
the show??? No way Jose' girl, no damn ass way. She went
right into it with the shit before Gab and her began to drink those
two sodas in her Lisa Dyfis Office in Harlem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
never ever do things in spite, and I only wanted to get some help for
my own medical condition and hoped that she would help me in that,
and she basically said “FUCK YOU” and refused to help, so fine.
But don't ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever expect one tiny
favor from me, oh lovely Mizz Alligators Starburn
Hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So screw all of them, and you too Mizz
Coocooear Jessica G-R-A-N-T as all powerful shit in this
cosmos fits together and needs no time dimension to make it all fit.
Shit from half a century ago can happen, and be a part of the dots
that connect into something from right now. Time only matters when we
are living inside of it; and when the complex matrix of the entire
simulationogram is factored into the equation of reality, things then
instantly take a curious and mysterious turn, that no mortal is close
to being ready as of yet in 2020, to try
understanding even a tenth of it all, yo yo yo yo yo and Mike
Soft fucking alligators toothpaste TOO, you pain in my mother fucking
royal asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
thing spoken that night at the Lobby of this PH building
(Non-Patricia Hollister), by 'Hugger' Sir
Mexicadoor, was, “We don't need enemies”. This
may have been a couched threat. Who can ever know. If that had
been said to the illustrious and almighty Mizz
Paula King, I know that she would have most definitely
taken THAT as one, and not only do I know this, but 'trahlalalala'
Merry Christmas WAYV-FM Radio, of 2008 holiday season, and
their peeps; all know it toothpaste TOO,
oh great Mister mother fucking annoying MICROSUCKS
MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told you all last week, and I didn't fucking tell Microsucks or
their damn ass alligators, but all the rest of me' Blogaudian
viewership that the DOW JONES ON BOTH
THURSDAY AND FRIDAY WOULD
SOAR UP, and as we all know yo, IT
DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also watch for
tomorrow, Monday's
HUUUUUUUUUGE non Senator
Bernie Sanders giant UP-TICK DAY
TOOthpaste TOO; SIR MIKE FUCKING SUCKS
CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All but one of my predictions has come
true with absolute mother fucking accuracy, and all of you following
this damn shit knows I am speaking only the goddamn asshole truth
here in my awesome BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN, yo yo yo!!!
The only thing I got wrong was a week or so ago when I said that the
markets would be way up on the week, and they were not, because of
one gigantic down day. I gave five predictions in a less than two
week period of time and was correct 4:5 or 80%. show me one goddamn
mother fucking Manhattan stockbroker who has an 800
BATTING AVERAGE for winning on stock trades during his or
her career, yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Another
thing I did not mention while out on yesterday's fucking TIKER, is
LOTS OF PUSSY
COMMAND. Several aggressive young twenty and thirty
somethings were flirting with me when I had parked closer to the
Melody Lane Park where this town has many concerts and events and has
a park right across from the library with many areas to park in and
park benches to sit in and be near the Indian River. One girl in
particular was extremely aggressive while I was parked at that same
area for several minutes where I parked before a couple of months ago
or so and I told how some dirt bag dude parked right in front of me
and then began approaching my vehicle and cursing loudly into his
cellphone. But this time, it was a lovely thirty year old brunet who
was sitting nearby and I hadn't noticed when I parked there or I
wouldn't have parked there, as I am always trying to find the most
isolated spots so I can be left mother fucking cunt eating hell
alone!!!!!!!!!!!! She was just about to come over to where I was
parked and was watching the lightning over the river, and I
knew that DIANA wasn't happy with her flirting with me, and I
quickly started up me' ol' fucking jalopy and trekked on to somewhere
else!!!!!!!!!!!! But this shit is still holding true. Persecute me
fucking enough, you
rotten ass demonic wicked evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE bastards;
and I can literally get all kinds of great pussy, if I ever wanted
any, only I DO NOT! I
am an old man who wants to just be left alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As my Latengrate Pop, Sir Wayne Landis Mohr,
as well as the also Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie
King, would both say it so goddamn ass well yo,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!!!!!!!!!!!
(Topic
of SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART)
When
I play PHR (Paper Hypothetical Roulette), I always run all non
fucking alligators, and all wheels, and then later, I have numbers
that they all have made separately written down and stored so I can
also keep other wheels current and updated. I would have lost my
shirt if I had used any of these other wheels other than for A33, or
my “GENIE WHEEL” as I call it. I can always do these experiments
later on and after the actual persecution occurs around me. Still,
the quantum reality of cosmos in ratio to me will never disappear.
This is what blew Einstein's fucking mind and he called the seeming
event that he witnessed and observed, “Spooky Forces”. Anyone of
you can fact check me on this any time, and you will have your proof
that Mountainpen is naut making anything up here, Mizz
AT&T Blake of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even though this was a
quiet day today, my weekend was totally fucking ruined after a day as
rotten as yesterday, and even despite a great visit on BOTH DAYS of
this HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY, from
lovely awesome DIANA (LIGHTNING)!
Monday, tomorrow, BUY THAT DJIA INDEX peeps, and
you'll make a mother fucking KILLING, and IPYT on
steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not
one other wheel that I looked at would have done anything other than
lose me lots of potential money if I had reversed those from
antimatter graphs and gone with the answers from those on the matter
graphs, or BMS and WMS. And in quantum reality, and my attempts to
defeat this monster ass Huntington Curse, IT
ALL MATTERS; black space, white space, and all space!!!!!!!!!!!!
If we can't enjoy a tad wee bit of ol' Irish humor here, lovely
Patty HHH of Gloucester, and Great Auntie Alice
GH of Chicago; then we'll be left with tears and pain, and
original imperfectly remembered song lyrics, from “OTHER”
Carpenter Songs, pertaining to dream-travelers
and yes, the ESS. I know beyond any doubt, that lovely Mizz
White is behind all of this. She got me to write my 1994 'TPB'
book, to copyright many songs, to explore the hyperspace, to blog the
story of me' life from Dogtown, and so much more. I absolutely
believe that she has taken over other folks as well, when she needs
to, and yes Patty HHH, if you're still alive lovely girl; our
daughter is also being USED by Mizz White,,AND
I THINK THAT YOU ARE AWARE OF THAT;
LOCK
STOCK CROCK AND BARREL!
Folksingers
and FOLKS, and Microsucks:
Anyone
not able to see what happened to me after posting the blog up before
going to bed LAST NIGHT, may have 20-20 or 20-15 or maybe even in
rare cases 20-10 physical world eye-vision, but wow is that deceptive
because if you really cannot see what I am going through and what
this HALLS FAWCE is putting me through
in all of this shit, and especially ever since nightmare August 1986
and the 153 day excursion into that “other
Atlantic City” after coming back from the fiery Garden State
Hospital; well, your TRUE BLINDNESS would never ever make my rotten
crappy physical world eyesight problems, ever have any cause at all
to envy all of you bottom line easy eye chart readers out there, yo.
You all fucking totally kill me. The same shit with the viewership.
When my life goes right smack dab off of all dials, this is when I
begin to actually get less views. If anyone wishes to supply any
comment answer that is 'NAUT-PRISHISH' here, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze then,
feel totally free to do so!!!!!!!!!! So 'imagine that', mind blown
ex-ESS hyperspace educator, Mister 1969 great Marcucci, SIR!!!!!!!!!!
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I'M
DYING HERE PEOPLE. THANX A LOT FOR DOING
YOUR PART TO HELP ME GROW. GUESS WHO
WILL SUFFER EVENTUALLY MORE THAN EVEN ME, IF YOU CAN WRAP YOUR
DAMN HEADS AROUND SUCH A WILD POSSIBILITY????? YOUR CHILDREN, &
YOUR FUTURE LOVED ONES. THEY WILL KNOW A BLEAK
FUTURE, BECAUSE YOU WOULD NOT TRY AND HELP ME TO GROW THIS FAILING
BLOG, WHEN YOU ALL KNOW SO DAMN ASS WELL, THAT IT TELLS TRUTHS
THAT GO BEYOND ANYTHING EVER SPOKEN ON THIS FUCKING PLANET SO FAR;
EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun
28, 2020 2:00 AM – Jul 5,
2020 1:00 AM
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The
great BONJOVI'S,
and my early Florida days of interacting with this incredible musical
family:
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
Sir Chester Frank, Sir!!!!!!!
The
great man himself, Sir Toni-BJ, said to me one afternoon in late 2013
somewhere at his now defunct Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USA, ESMWG
recording studio called AVALON STUDIO, that “I hear something very
familiar in here”, as he was passing by the one of two studio areas
where audio recordings were made there, and Engineer Ryan was taking
my daughter's voice in an old telephone conversation from 1984 while
she was playing sleepwalker-ESS Lab-Technician; and using what is
called in the music bizz, a VOCODER
MACHINE
to use the speaking voice and turn it into pitched music so that we
could put it on a harmony vocal track on my re-write song from 1983,
that was renamed “You'll
Be Crossing Over”.
Hey,
Jayjay Evans BRO, “Just saying”. Not to make a big deal out of it
or anything, but he said it yo, “SOUNDS
FAMILIAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
say it a million more times if the good Lordess keeps me stuck here
long enough for that to happen, “All damn dots will always damn
connect”!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING REAL GOUUUUUD!
AKA
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR OF THE EARTH-PLANET
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown,
and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to
his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess
SJK, (Sarah Krassle).
''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOLF”,
SIR RICK EID, MISTER $-BAGS!
I
wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear,
Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just
sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!
Jun
25, 2020 5:00 AM – Jul 2,
2020 4:00 AM
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“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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Mizz
Sleazeweedsdisease Jane just got me with page number one hundred
eleven of one hundred eleven, so here is me' damn ass cunt phlegm
rape shun, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!
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