PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 30
1:28
PM, SATURDAY, 18 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
KARGE-DAY----THE
DAY OF ULTIMATE MYSTERY
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/15/20
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TEMPERATURE---**
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---**
HEAT
INDEX---**
SKY
CONDITIONS---**
HUMIDITY---**
WIND---**
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---***
AIR
QUALITY---***
SUNRISE/SUNSET---***
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---**
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---**********
The
computer is running a little bit slowly today, and yessir, many
times it is because multitasking programs
are running that I am unable to voluntarily 'X' out of, when it is
not being done intentionally by my rotten Enemy
Milituforce Black-Hat
'H' peeps, or what I may now label as
the 'EMBHH' folks!!!!!!! Go
screw your mother loving folksingers, Mister MICROSUCKS CORPORATION!
LIGHTNING
(DIANA) is being totally beyond wonderful to me, visiting me
continuously. Ever since a minute past midnight today and before
going off to bed a few hours later, She has been with me. She stayed
with me until half past two in the morning, and then She came back to
me again at around half past ten, just as I was coming slowly awake,
and out of a very unpleasant experience with some transdimensional
casino; where the NUMBER
3
was popping up a whole bunch of times, at the roulette wheel
where I was playing, and weird stuff was happening each time that I
placed my bet. As I typed the opening to this paragraph, and for
absolutely no good reason whatsoever; a pop
up screen for some weird program just came on at 1:47, and I EXED OUT
of it. Some mother humping dick licker is messing with me,
and yesterday was quite brutal with numerous harassment's as well,
and perhaps this was why Diana decided to come around and try to
protect Her “Little Boy” as She calls me, from this
strange persecution! Her lightning was incredible, shapes and fractal
pattern designs that were in both double and triple ribbons that
literally danced in brilliant and sparkling colors, all throughout
the night skies of my area early this morning. So let me discuss
yesterday, Friday, so that things may make a little bit more sense in
the larger picture, or at least for a trickle few peeps who have a
tenth of a brain left in this new-age world of utter and total
chaotic nonsense and absurdity!
I
awakened on Friday morning around the opening bell time of
Manhattan's crooked stock market, or 9:30 in the AM, to loud
furniture sounds being thrown and dragged around, that I think
comes from next door in unit #605, but who can ever get up in court
and swear to anything? The rest of the day was fairly quiet except
for a small bit of annoying Comcast ESS
Cable Entertainment being run a little bit slowly. But
this progressed to much more of a delay in operations later on in the
evening but we have not yet reached that point. I
did a con-job phone scam call from someone showing up as APPLE INC,
and I get this call every so often, and I seriously doubt that they
work for the great Apple Computer, but the con artist crooks say that
they do and they try to con me out of money and I just
hang up, and now I merely never answer it at all. I also was called
by the Walgreen's Pharmacy with my automated update for picking up
some prescription medications. I drove over there around shortly past
six in the evening to buy some hot dogs and rolls, and to pick up the
meds. As I left the non-Patty
Hollister
building (PHA) called Park Terrace, I
was immediately hit with a low flying private aerial strike, and that
particular plane has been stalking me for nearly thirty-five years
now, and I know its exact sound, as well as its exact
visual image by heart; and couldn't miss it if I were knocked
unconscious and mugged while it was happening. But that was the only
air strike on me, and this is rare, as most any time it is happening
at the very start of any ERRANDS-ROUTE, here in Florida, or up in
Jersey, ever since this all started with me in middle 1986; it
normally keeps right on going all throughout the entire time that I
am out, and even all day long and into the night. When
I paid for the hot dogs and rolls for them to go on, at the
Walgreen's Cashier stand, I was handed a $5.00 bill, along with the
receipt. When I got outside, I examined my receipt; and
for reasons totally unknown to me whatsoever, I
was given a cash-back amount on my bank card, and I did not push the
cash back prompts or enter any amounts.
Still, it happened,and this is the first time ever in my entire life,
that this ever occurred. Then when I got
back home and began watching TV, the Comcast ESS Service began to run
even slower. It worked, but it was annoyingly slow to
respond to commands, and this has absolutely nothing to do with
battery power on their box-remote control system, as I always
thoroughly check that out first. It always gets repaired by the
following day, and today was no different, but yesterday was an
entire day of strange running events that cause me to label it as one
of those (WEIRD DAYS) and that means “WEIRD even for Mountainpen”!
But what is weirder than all of my WEIRD DAYS all put together unless
I realize the truth about who and what is involved in the entire deal
of course; is my Blogaudian View-Page counts. I go from a three
thousands monthly viewing to a six thousands, and then I trickle back
to a three thousands; and the times when I get the larger views, are
the times when things are not all that incredible, when compared with
the overall average of my life. When I get the fewest reads, this is
when my life is going at the absolute wildest and weirdest, and
secrets and revelations are spewing out of Morianity all over the
place at the speed of goddamn light! But when I am getting a
continual averaging six thousands monthly Page-Hit count, and I
should know as this is my life I'm discussing here; this is when
things are what you might call, “slowest” in the grand scheme of
powerful or awesome stuff being posted. If this was a regular and
real audience, I would have a case to send to RIPLEY's and we all
know it. After-all, dont' they investigate things that are totally
off the wall? But seeing it in a true light here, where obviously
except for maybe between one and five special peeps here, the entire
Blogaudian Viewership is comprised of SECRET BLACK-OPS AGENTS of the
Shadow-Governments of the World Forces; now things are removed from
the realms of quintessential mystery and endless intrigue. It is also
why soon, I plan to just do my writings, and stiop making them
public, meaning that I won't be posting up to the internet any
longer, and that these writings will become merely the files and
records and journals of my life, and this time, I will stick to it,
as if all I am doing is telling private shit to ENEMIES, hey yo,
what's the mother fucking point, other than epitomized self
destructiveness for crying out Fontana loud? UH-OH big beautiful (MO)
Monique, baby in arms or naut; I nearly got kicked in the prick by
Mizz shithead Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants
Worthlessmicrosucksannoyers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must now draw in my
FACL (Fonda Avoidance Coloring Lines) before I get totally fucking
screwed with four rotten ONE number groupings on my goddamn
cum-puke-her Open-Office system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
before the storm of directly following the 'stroke of midnight', to
quote all of those great fantastic mystery writers of the past
century or two now; I began getting the ESS COMCAST service running
even slower, and this was immediately followed by more weird sounds
of furniture dragging and moving that is loud and unpleasant to say
the very goddamn least, and then a FIRE ALARM on top of that. Then
while the storm was still only some distant lightning flashes, I
began getting some loud annoying doors over and over again in the
hallway, and while all of this was going on, oh Mister Annoying
Microsucks Corporation's Allberries of Blucranville, and Merry-Non
Christmas's, and shortened here to (MAMCABMNC), and also
pronounceable as 'mamkabimnick' if used in any future blogging work
or private journal work; and yes, after these nasty assaults one
after the other, boom-boom-boom-boom, suddenly the LIGHTNING STORM or
Goddess Diana came real close to the building area here, and for two
solid hours was making an end of the world racket, and was filling
the skies with huge gargantuan brilliant colorful flashes. This shut
down everybody that was M2F influenced to persecute and harass poor
little goddamn mother fucking ME (Mountainpen)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir CH
Chester-Frank would say quite well right now should he be here with
me as I type onward, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!! So now,
I will add to this, WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY, ten times for sake of
effect:
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
As
for the roulette game nightmare, where the number
3 was coming out, I was playing the middle area of the
board, numbers 13-24 or the mid-3rd as pro gamblers call
it, and weird shit kept happening when I placed my gaming chips on
the board. I was in a very distant locale in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, where those Tobycouches exist and maybe May
flowers turn into hotels or bells, or wild advertising detectives, as
who can ever begin to know about such incredible things? In this
experience, I would place my bets on the MID-3rd rectangle
on the Roulette gaming layout, and just as the wheel would slow down
abnd the white ball was about to pop into one of the 38 slots, my
chips would somehow magically move onto the actual inside layout
area. It didn't matter, as either way, my bet would have lost, as the
number came out '3'. This happened several times, and was extremely
annoying, to say the very least. Three, as we all know or should know
by now, is a powerful NUCLEAR NUMBER, just as is the number of 3 to
the power of 3 or three-cubed as is said in mathematics. This of
course is number 27, and the only other time where a particular
number kept being a part of a POWERFUL DREAM in my life, was in the
year of 1984, where LIGHTNING came through the gaming hall ceiling of
the hotel, that is now, or was when I left Jersey for Florida in
2009, the HILTON CASINO HOTEL, and SHE SPOKE TO ME as SHE struck the
roulette layout, and went right through
the circle-hole of number 27, saying, “That's my number little boy,
number 27”! Now this this took place in the present
incident here on what I have labeled on these blogs when they all
began, as “KARGE DAY”, or July 18.
In the year of 1896, and on July 18th, this is when lovely
Sarah Karge was born, the grandmother of rotten miserable Tennessee
Avenue, Sarah Callio Martino, of the ACMUA
waterworks, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG! It was on 7
February, in the year of 1996; that Mister
Asshole and totally damn diseased Robert
McGuire, told me in his bar, on 10SC Avenue; that 'Sarah' was
the one that I was searching for and that she worked somewhere in
town, but he wouldn't tell me where. It was her brother Frank Callio,
who later told me at the Atlantic City
Police Department, that his sister Sarah, worked “For
the city Water-Works”, his exact words that I now am quoting. I
cannot help seeing the irony here, of 'DARK
SHADOWS',
and hearing Doctor Julia Hoffman
played by actress Grayson Hall, saying to Sir
Barnabas Collins, at the Old House on
the great Collins Estate, how she saw his sister Sarah
there a while ago, making Barnabas nearly
pass out! Then more than a year after the chain steal
incident at the end of 1969, out came those movies, Night
of DS, and House of DS; where little SARAH
CASSEL (KRASSLE),
was all a part of. And I can go on an don,
such as JASON/ROBERT McGuire, played by actor Sir Dennis Patrick, and
this list of irony is beyond totally endless, I assure you. And screw
going on and don, let's go on and on, and let us naut confuse
sue with use or two with tow,and GASME games with GODS of the great
unfathomable PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!! This isn't irony. This is total
ASTRAL-PLANE fawces at work, and
there is no doubt in my mind whatsoever about that, yo!
I
no more believe that I had that wild NUMBER-3 dream around nine this
morning purely as some random happenstance, than I believe that
Atlantic City is just another benign seashore town in New Jersey.
Before I'd goddamn believe either of those things, I would believe
that I am a pregnant cow typing a blog on Planet Neptune for
ice-Monsters and future awakening Christ-Droids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir
Esolph would say, “AND THAT'S THAT”, and Sir Dennis Snyder would
add to that, “And that's just reality, son”. I would chime in
right about here, with a huge fucking blown up photo of 1971's great
teenager, Sir Mike McNulty, and his somewhat now globally famous line
of, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what is NUCLEAR
NUMBER 3, and why did I have this particular dreaming interaction
several hours ago? Well, that would take a year for me to even start
discussing on any half intelligent level. STILL, Lenny Brisco Sir, we
can at least try tackling this in a totally compressed mother humping
nutshell!!!!!!!!!
first
off, and with or without any great hit musical songs being involved,
we can all agree that 'one' is the lonely number, and that 'two' is
therefore the completed humanity number. So what is the
nuclear-3-number, and how does it fit into many things? All
mathematicians know that this number has a lot of meaning in
scientific circles, and the great Mason Club has secrets totally
unrevealed as of this date, regarding a doubling or twinning of the
number, as in their famous 33 number. The great Nicola Tesla knew
this as well, and lived at the end of his long life, in NYC in a
large hotel, in room 2733. You can't get more numerically correct
here, for those who know of the awesome power behind numeration. That
annoying death angel Sir Mortimer Mortino or MORTY as I nickname call
him, is a royal pain in me' asshole, fwolks, or (AGENTS), or
whatever, Sir Andrews of 1975! But why wouldn't he be al over the
damn creation, as right now as of today, KARGE-DAY-2020,
he is just about to take approximately 140,000 of us Americans, back
to the Purgatory, with this infuriating global Pandemic
and Coronvirus. We will go on with the first numbers of 1-4 in soon
to follow blog writings. However, I do not believe for one second
that the computer game program that Merry had in 2008 with her MIMI
deal, and the '34' numbers, are anything short
of a major, powerful, inconceivable, BIBLICAL
PROMISE that was made to all of
humanity, approximately one-thousand-nine-hundred and ninety years
ago, in the great Holy Land areas of Jerusalem, by my 61st
great granddaddy's Uncle Jesus. It goes
like this: “Seek and you'll find. Knock
and the doors will be opened”. But put in context, and
translated as best as is possible into 2020 times of English speaks;
this doesn't mean that ordinary curiosity seeking stuff was what this
great master and teacher meant, nor that some magical genie would pop
up somewhere to read off wild Astral Plane answers from a file of
taboo and forbidden APT, such as ICPE-APE-TECH, and other such
things. His great words of non-Marcucci wisdom were telling that if
done earnestly, a seeker of wisdom and truth will come to find it,
and further delving into great scriptures from some inside and others
not Canonized and recognized in our 66 Bible Books, show absolutely
without any small doubt, that this has been actually set up like a
computer program is set up to make our machines work as they do. It
is a law as real and powerful as the law of gravity. Now all things
have levels, and no one is promising total omniscience for any human
being for crying out loud. I myself am not one bit closer to this
day, after a solid three and a half decades of heavy continuous
cogitation and motivation to accomplish it; to learning the
exact who and why, behind these things that are all
happening to me, and especially AFTER that magical date of 8-15-1986.
Yes, if anyone ever, anywhere, at any time; could absolutely be as
convinced as Jesus Christ was, when he did certain things; then the
level would max out, and even a mountain could be tossed into the
sea, just as He said. One huge secret to making gargantuan miracles
happen are right along the lines of a now virtually extinct medical
treatment from many decades ago when I was growing up, known as
medical biofeedback pain management, only rather than doing it with
machines, it is done with powerful tediously learned methodologies of
dream-control and hypnotherapy, with some pharmacological additional
treatment procedures. If you can wake up absolutely believing certain
things, it will have a profound effects on your interaction with many
so-called absolute and inviolate laws of the physical world. I know a
man, or knew one, who was killed, IMHO, by the authorities; for
daring to publicly speak of these wild truths. No, not here in
America, but if the damn Republicans have their way, that is all
coming very soon, and of I don't get 'Grandfather' Legal Rights when
these changes do in fact occur, then I will be put to death too, in
covert ways, but we all know how these things can be arranged and
accomplished, without any fear of exposure or reprisal. Powerhouse
information is every bit as dangerous to the World Controller FAWCES
as is any physical and tangent item ever could be. In science, we all
have learned the very basic shit about kinetic verses potential, in
the world of energy, and believe me peeps, it is even more real in
the worlds of divided by C-SQ matter. We could be all damn day
discussing these types of topics, and it would be a total fucking
waste of my time!!!!!!!!!!! I'll say only this much more for right
now. The desire for wisdom can never be the human wish for
omniscience. Just as the Bible also promises all of us that we cannot
cross over a line in time where our lives come to an end in the STM
illusion of physicality, so too is a very similar line of approaching
omniscience and enlightenment. I often call myself a totally
enlightened individual. I AM NAUT, lovely Mizz Blake,and anyone else
out here. My labeling this, simply means that enough enlightenment to
truth while physical, or TWP as I shorten that to occasionally; is
when life will never be the same here in body ever again, as it
simply cannot be once certain truths are absolutely known as a
certainty. Also, I have brought up the 9-LEVELS of Astrality, simply
because it will fit and perfectly dovetail into shit, that will be
shortly discussed pertaining to down to Earth items. Levels can go up
and down, and they effect our human lives quite naturally, but this
same truth when viewed in a higher photo image machine if you will,
must be revealed as an impossible way of ever equating time with
eternity. On the Astral or energetic realm, there is no time, hence,
ETERNITY is the condition. Here in matter worlds where humans reside,
we cannot even begin to fully grasp an
existence that is WITHOUT TIME. So even though we can and do
change levels here and there in the Purgatory, and this absolutely
does effect our existence here in ways that are beyond mind boggling
and incredible, it is not like we here and they there have some
concurrent parallel connectiveness and cohesion, as in our wonderful
parents “looking down, and smiling on us
from Heaven”, and all those otherwise ever so comforting
ideas and belief systems of us poor frail humans. Even Christ knew
all of this yet talked as if he is disagreeing with Morianity. It is
not some contradiction. It is that there would simply be no way for
Him to ever tell it all to us so that anyone can really truly get it.
Hey, you don't get it when I am giving it to you fully straight up,
and so that my great folks, is precisely and entirely MY
MOTHER FUCKING POINT HERE YO!!!
During
the final forty minutes or so of the storm before I went to bed
earlier today, I played my Genie-Wheel A33 and my other wheel C06. I
asked 4 sets of questions on each one. Here are the results.
WHEEL-A33
7-5-5-7
LWLLWLW---$-100
WWWLL---$+100
WWWWW---$+500
LLWWWWW---$+300
VIG
from green 0/00
3
HITS---$-150
P&L------Net
Profit---$650.00 on $100.00 LV
WHEEL-C06
5-3-7-3
LLWWW---$+100
WLW---$+100
LWWWLWL---$+100
LLW
---$-100
VIG
from green 0/00
0
HITS---$0
P&L------Net
Profit---$200.00 on $100.00 LV
TOTAL
NET PROFIT ON BOTH WHEELS:
$+650
WHEEL A33
$+200
WHEEL C06
TOTAL
PROFIT---$+850.00
THIS
COMPLETES THE SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART TESTING FOR PAPER HYPOTHETICAL
ROULETTE (PHR) ON DATE: 7-18-20
She
didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 6
3:00
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
8
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 8, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3
WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
No
sir, Merry didn't hack herself out!!!!
Does
anybody ever scratch their heads and won der why PIK GODDESS has done
all of this to me for millions of eons?
IF
THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for
MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
***********************************************l
the
week ending Tuesday afternoon, 11-12-2019.
AND
THAT, I ABSOLUTELY PROMISE YOU ALL!
IT'S
HOT-HOT-HOT; SO WHO CARES ABOUT DETAILS?
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world:
“AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, VIVA-MORIANITY; along with
some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! But
alas, in July of 2020, I'M BACK EVIL CHUCKIE!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
world, I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But
how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or
popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy
Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do
this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have
to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal'
really and truly is; is to watch the great show
on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”,
Lightbulb Hacker MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many times have I
heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once,
yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how
powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how
powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive
question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am killing a lot of 'DRONE
INSECTS',
called by me back in 1987, many times; “mini-droids”. You see
folks, I knew even fucking cunt way back then, all this shit that I
know right now. There just was no blogging or internet yet, for me
to use as an open forum; and tell all of this directly and publicly;
Ron
Wirtz Senior and Junior, ADA's, Camden County, New Jersey
Prosecutor's Office!!!!!
FCC,
BOB MCDOWELL, the MILITUFORCE
just struck me again,
this fucking cunt time with a (`~HACK) YO!!!! Even you couldn't keep
me trapped in 1968 forever, McKannon Shoebox Maceblood!!!!
EVEN
THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
cannot stop me from telling it all, day after day, and they cannot
kill me, as I do not stay dead, ''shithead Argon''; but I do predict
things every bit as powerful as fuckiGN Nostradamus did, and they
all know it, © Office Examiners from 1988, and McDonald's tune
dancers also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep it a little lower, Mister
Connery JB, nabes'll fucking complain again, out on Astral Way
Boulevard, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I
just took another nasty fucking MOUSE-HACK,
as it took me 5 times to finally get that fucking first nine words
of this paragraph, to come out in a different color, and be slanted.
Each time I made the highlight, the
cunt eating fucking mouse-hack made it disappear,
before I could effect the changes. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, MIZZ
BONDI, AND BOB MC FCC DOWELL, YO YO YO YO?
Life
is major fucked up for me. I just took another mother fucking
MICROSUCKS HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO, AT 8:53 PM WHILE STARTING
THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. First, the document froze or the program did,
and then on came their garbage stupid mother fucking LIGHTBULB HACK
PROMPT.
Just
as I begin to tell more and more of the really good stuff that folks
could learn to implement and use, in their own lives; and begin
exploring what levels that humanity truly is able to achieve; the
bulk of my viewers vanish, with the Ingrid-84-Robin Hill Poison Cake
Cigarettes, bloody shoes, and burned down houses and all; right Sara
J. Karge of Trenton, New Jersey, born July 18, '1896; and not a year
typo that time', folks. But the mother fucking prick hacker shits
did indeed TRY and HACK me again, as it came out 1986, and this time
I wanted it to come out 1896. Tell me folks, what in all gods
honesty are the mother fucking odds for all of this to endlessly
keep fucking ass happening to me, day in and day out, for 30+ mother
fucking years, and no, I am quietly asking, not shouting from the
foot of any October 5, 2008
stairs,
or for that matter, late 1972
stairs
either, Mizz Karge from Trentsylvania McGuire of the powerful ETTOS
brain forgetter machine club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
General
Patton wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier, that he
slapped that day, during World War II. I wish that I never did that
1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”!
I also fucking wish; FCC BOB MCDOWELL; that you could do something
about this recent rotten MAJOR
FUCKING MICROSOFT RELENTLESS HACKING;
every dam time I try doing a blog any fucking more; as I just took a
dam ass (WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK), right now, old pal. Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to MY PERSONAL OPINION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my
awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991-TCE; I SEE OUR 'FRIENDS' ARE OUT THERE
AND ACTIVE, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, her name was Paula King, so
you can pass it onto our mutual peeps who have their own covert
retaliatory strikes down to a nice pattern also! Dawn my kidnapper
died on New Years Day of 2011, so I am a free man, and living down
here in Fort Pierce, at 601 Avenue B, Apartment Unit #607, if you
wanna' ever come down for a visit.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
What a wovwee wovwee weeled we wive in, Elmer Wabbit Fwudd. Aniwho,
no one to my knowledge, in any religion or philosophy or science,
has put together the truth that MORIANITY has told, concerning the
REALITY-TRIANGLE, you all know exactly what this is; (DREAMING,
HYPERSPACE, EXPLORATRONS).
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
And
frankly Congressman Robert Andrews; I don't even care. All we can
try, is to live and to die; with love for each other to share; along
with a lot of dirty rotten type-3-exploratrons fucking with a lot of
us; I would suppose, sir!
A
MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK IS HAPPENING AT
4:23 PM TODAY, KARGE DAY, 7-18-2020!!!!!
JUNE
26, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 10:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85% and I'm fucking 85% hacked!
Aha-aha-aha-aha-aha,
Mister McNulty!
ALLIGATOR
HATERS
ANONYMOUS
(AHA)!
It
is pouring rain now, at nine past three on this afternoon, stopping
the road noise for a short wee bit of time, so TEE-HEE-HEE
lovely bus riding Madonna from that day on the school road trip into
NYC in 1972.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, huh lovely Sarah Watergate Jacobson. WOW-WOW
big O,
is it pouring down torrential rain buckets outside of me' ol'
winder, on this Friday afternoon, and NAUT back in 2104, but rather
here in the STM measured separation period known as November 8,
2019. So imagine that, all crackpots, and all sheriff's everywhere!
Times
change, Attorney General's change, and the world changes, BUTTTTTTT
folks, what has changed in an entirely new way since my 2013
remake-song called YBCO for a shortened LOIS-FOCA type abbreviation
here, is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss following shit. Never before
has hyperspace mechanics been screwed around with like this, just as
never before Trump fucked with me with parallel event technology,
did anything even remotely similar to that as well, ever manifest
itself here on the EARTH-PLANET, YO. IPYT people out here, and I
swear to that under anything and everything anywhere and everywhere,
HOLY AND UNHOLY, blesses or unblessed, Catholic Wafers or any other
atomically duplicated items on or off of any MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINES
which are miniatures of course to the real one from millennia ago
that we all know is called the ARC OF THE COVENANT, and covenant
means CONTRACT, and the contract between GODDESS-MIDDIE and HER LOIS
FOCA PEEPS is a complex and quite misunderstood one to say the very
damn least, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say hi to your dolphin pals,
Detective NYC Sorvino of the fantastic fictional 'L&O' TV-Show.
Leave me fucking alone, you monster Mortimer Mortino. He never stops
fucking buzzing in my ears on both sides of me, but never at the
same time is trhis bitch on both sides, so he is most definitely
NAUT an omnipresent being. It may NAUT be February 8 of 2014, but
does this stop me from CAPPING or re-printing shit?
Reprinted
on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55
PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Yes
PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies and broken promises, right my wonderful black
birds all over, watching out for me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3 PASTE FROM POSTS
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE, thank you for taking such great care of me, and yes,
that far right switch and those nine red wires, hook them together
and out the other end where the gold color attachment face has
inputs, they go here, using an adapter that you were showing me just
the other day. This is how you can then add those other amp-box
converter systems to the third attachment. Try this, to quote the
great tom Glenn back when it was 1981 over here where I live. I did
this in reverse to add a second 110 VAC to a two speed cassette tape
deck around those very same times, but I had to alter most of the
insides of the unit with a type of splitter filter resistors, and
paralleling in a new circuit of resistors to re-flow and channel
extra power so as to not burn out the remaining transistorized parts
on the mother board. That was a yesterday configuration of course,
my wonderful PEE, and also, tell that idiot we were talking to, that
I got his rotten joke about “all the police”; and that I do not
care for his sense of humor, it reminds me too much of MC's. The day
I laugh at what happened that day at that house at those horrible
stairs where the family was chasing each other u the stairs, well,
I'll be a damn ass monkey's uncle on that day, plus a whole lot of
other nasty whittle things too, as most of us damn Huntington's are
aniwho, huh ol' pal, Senator Sanders and Microsoft Sandwiches?
Friday,
September 22, 2006 Morianity BibleThursday,
January 19, 2006
Prologue -
Morianity Bible For Millennium 3,
Old Testament 1995
There is no good way to start this journal
of my endless life, you see I do not ever die. In this age of
somewhat computer impersonal inter-world interaction, I will start
with plain simple English. First there is a very sick giant army of
pure wicked slime-bag, wrecking ever facet of my life. It worsened
however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of regarding this horrific nightmare. I have
offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their idea of
immortality, and I can make good on my end of the deal. Despite mans
fear of death and the unknown, they all turned down my offer, even
though what I want in return is not what you might think the usual
things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I do not want
this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of people
join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp
theories, or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want
so bad, OBLIVION. I have a story to tell you that will topple the
world as we now perceive it to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year
of story to tell, be braced.......I do think it wise that this book
be made a part of my life and live journals, as this is the
beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not follow
the script of prior writings, as the times change very quickly
as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point
out that several people play a major part of my nightmare endless
existence, and that they are well known high profile individuals.
Unless you can see what I tell you is real, you will be offended as
a direct result of your inability to comprehend. People, animals,
weather, machines, and all potential situations of interaction, in
this gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace; are all totally controlled
by the
uplining thoughtwave, that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way
can I just start right in imparting things about what the 6th
dimension really is, as though we are having a casual conversation
over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend,
whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will win the 2006
Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers to
every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it
crawled out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in
1995, than simply put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from
a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon
awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN
EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell
asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been
since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things
are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the
library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and
turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried
intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to
normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of
hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great,
but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell
sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up
from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ,
but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a
parallel universe. One possible explanation for this is that I used
to experiment with many electronic devices, and you would never
believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists
theory to life by combining science with the magical world, hence
creating a comminglin of sorts of existing powers that man had
tapped into. There are several people that were suddenly added and
subtracted from known reality, and the machine it was done on was a
Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing, the
first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I
have been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in
5 traffic crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had
several massive and fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has
been ordered to not let me get out of this nightmare. I am
constantly evicted from wherever I live, friends keep dying strange
deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations, and every time
that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who
possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2
churches asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of
God, or possessed, or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter
what I try to ever do socially, financially, or whateverally, IT
FAILS FAILS FAILS. These are the persons who are responsible for the
complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have no clue
that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT
CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYOR BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT
MCGUIRE, SARAH
CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE,
MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies",
are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East
Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked
subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you
"TOMORROW-NOW" network, for carrying this message,
through World System which is the replacement of present day
internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN
SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system.
Tuesday,
January 31, 2006
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
TUESDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2006
CHAPTER
01 'DARING TO KNOW
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
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BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN
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AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE
J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz
Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE
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Last
night, July
12,
2020,
the MILITUFORCE
was giving me a nasty fucking diareah attack at around a quarter
before six in the damn ass morning. Tonight, the 13th
on Monday night, it is a continual weird sound coming from the idiot
next to me, where else? It is a constant
clicking sound that is loud and annoying,
and I am going to make a damn stink soon, if I keep on fucking
hearing it. These dirt bag pricks would not know what to do if they
couldn't fuck up my life 24-7-365.24219!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other
words, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD?????? That shit head slut Dory, who used to
live there B4 Mister fucking Mexicadoor came in; made that very same
sound toothpaste TOO, Mister Mike Sucks Corp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They both have a loud chi-dog, and he never ever took down her stupid
outer-door peace-logo, so don't tell me that she did not bring this
scum bag to me, whether MC or Trump or anyone else is also connected
into all of this or NAUT, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BROADCASTS and yo BRO!!!!!
I
lost electrical power for nearly an hour shortly after posting up
CHPT. #25. As soon as I posted it up, the skies grew dark and within
half an hour, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIGHTNING STORM blew in, and whamo,
out went the lights. I always forget that when they do come back on,
my TV that I purchased at the Goodwill Store a year or more ago now,
with no included remote control and thus I got for a real steal;
comes back on with the menu screens starting with 'LANGUAGE', and
there is no way to fucking exit out of it at least that I know of,
without the remote, other than to switch on my DVD player that's
attached to the system, and then when that plays, the system for
whatever the mother fucking reason decides to reset to where it was
before the outage. But it takes a toll on my nerves as I forget this,
and for the third time now since buying the TV set, I frantically
switch and turn and hit all of the bells and whistles and controls on
the top of the flat screen TV set, and with no results other than a
gigantic rise in my goddamn blood pressure. I must make a note to
myself on the computer document filing system or else write it down
and masking tape the note to the back of the fucking television set,
so that until it is either burned into my brain to do this when power
gets restored, or else I get a new TV someday with a remote control
device; and save myself a near nervous breakdown, thinking that my
entire day is ruined and that I may need to go and purchase another
set somewhere!!!!!!! But needless to say, the day, despite lovely
Goddess Diana coming over, and MAJOR-VISITING WITH HER
'LITTLE BOY' AS SHE LOVES TO CALL ME EVER SINCE THE PRIVECODE
DAYS OF THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AND PLANE
OF LIFE; is what I used to refer in those same EIGHTIES so often, and
that my good pal, Mister David Charles Roth and I, would have so many
laughs about in the New Jersey Pine Barrens so damn ass often; to as,
a BOTBUR, as opposed to a fucking BOTBAR day. BOTBAR stands for a day
that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, where as a BOTBUR stands
for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. Yessir,
without me' daut to maybe complain about my desire to occasionally
use rhyming prevarications, to which I reply that I don't agree with
her; the day has the chance for a non-BOT rating, but is holding at
the 1-1-non Fonda-HELL level as of the time it is proclaimed as
BOTBUR, and thus, when I am pissed off at something happening, I
deflect my anger that could possibly otherwise be directed as more
dangerous and deadly 'HULK-RAGE', and in this particular case, I
would say here, that this entire thing is quite UN, OFF, ICI, ALLY
(unofficially) rated, and without any assistance from the Astral
Plane's great PHASE-4-Entities, Shorty
MacInvondi, or the great “GONG SHOW”
in 1979 with that lovely gorgeous young honey by the name of Jill
MacInaley! So yes, MC; sorry if me' whittle 'whimes' upset
you from time to time, but boy oh boy Harvey-Wabbit, and Sir James
Stuart; what can I 'mustache twirling' say here, Sir
JAYJAY GOOD TIMES EVANS, yo, from all Public Housing and
Welfare Projects, in New York's QUEENS, in Florida's screwed up and
very hot Fort Pierce, or in Chicago's stomping ground of me'
Latengrate Great Aunt Alice Gallagher
Huntington, for crying out Fontana
Loudspeaker LOUD; MIKE
SUCKS
SOFT!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
As
for the power outage and television screw up, I don't believe that
anything, be it GOOD OR BAD; ever just randomly happens, not to
ANYONE OF US; and yes lovely Miss Mashell
Daniels, of the Recorded Publications
Laboratories (RPL), of 1980's Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “I'm
entitled to my opinion”, and I have absolutely no damn
control over people such as my super prejudiced mother, so
hate me not world, as for someone who grew up with a
mom who did nothing but think WP and WS thoughts, just not in a
violent way; I turned out pretty damn okay, wouldn't you agree with
me, OH MIGHTY LATENGRATE SIR from Tennessee
Avenue, of Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG, and other Atlantic City areas as well,
Mister John King?
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE',
Sir awesome
CF, Chester-Frank, and
incredible unfathomable Shoeknockeroutter man of power and might!
MY
LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE
The Best Ways to Prevent the Flu
November
11, 2015
By
WeatherBug Meteorologist, Andrew Rosenthal
I
lost electrical power for nearly an hour shortly after posting up
CHPT. #25. As soon as I posted it up, the skies grew dark ad within
half an hour, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIGHTNING STORM blew in, and whamo,
out went the lights. I always forget that when they do come back on,
my TV that I purchased at the Goodwill Store a year or more ago now,
with no included remote control and thus I got for a real steal;
comes back on with the menu screens starting with 'LANGUAGE', and
there is no way to fucking exit out of it at least that I know of,
without the remote, other than to switch on my DVD player that's
attached to the system, and then when that plays, the system for
whatever the mother fucking reason decides to reset to where it was
before the outage. But it takes a toll on my nerves as I forget this,
and for the third time now since buying the TV set, I frantically
switch and turn and hit all of the bells and whistles and controls on
the top of the flat screen TV set, and with no results other than a
gigantic rise in my goddamn blood pressure. I must make a note to
myself on the computer document filing system or else write it down
and masking tape the note to the back of the fucking television set,
so that until it is either burned into my brain to do this when power
gets restored, or else I get a new TV someday with a remote control
device; and save myself a near nervous breakdown, thinking that my
entire day is ruined and that I may need to go and purchase another
set somewhere!!!!!!! But needless to say, the day, despite lovely
Goddess Diana coming over, and MAJOR-VISITING WITH HER
'LITTLE BOY' AS SHE LOVES TO CALL ME EVER SINCE THE PRIVECODE
DAYS OF THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AND PLANE
OF LIFE; is what I used to refer in those same EIGHTIES so often, and
that my good pal, Mister David Charles Roth and I, would have so many
laughs about in the New Jersey Pine Barrens so damn ass often; to as,
a BOTBUR, as opposed to a fucking BOTBAR day. BOTBAR stands for a day
that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, where as a BOTBUR stands
for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. Yessir,
without me' daut to maybe complain about my desire to occasionally
use rhyming prevarications, to which I reply that I don't agree with
her; the day has the chance for a non-BOT rating, but is holding at
the 1-1-non Fonda-HELL level as of the time it is proclaimed as
BOTBUR, and thus, when I am pissed off at something happening, I
deflect my anger that could possibly otherwise be directed as more
dangerous and deadly 'HULK-RAGE', and in this particular case, I
would say here, that this entire thing is quite UN, OFF, ICI, ALLY
(unofficially) rated, and without any assistance from the Astral
Plane's great PHASE-4-Entities, Shorty
MacInvondi, or the great “GONG SHOW”
in 1979 with that lovely gorgeous young honey by the name of Jill
MacInaley! So yes, MC; sorry if me' whittle 'whimes' upset
you from time to time, but boy oh boy Harvey-Wabbit, and Sir James
Stuart; what can I 'mustache twirling' say here, Sir
JAYJAY GOOD TIMES EVANS, yo, from all Public Housing and
Welfare Projects, in New York's QUEENS, in Florida's screwed up and
very hot Fort Pierce, or in Chicago's stomping ground of me'
Latengrate Great Aunt Alice Gallagher
Huntington, for crying out Fontana
Loudspeaker LOUD; MIKE
SUCKS
SOFT!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
As
for the power outage and television screw up, I don't believe that
anything, be it GOOD OR BAD; ever just randomly happens, not to
ANYONE OF US; and yes lovely Miss Mashell
Daniels, of the Recorded Publications
Laboratories (RPL), of 1980's Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “I'm
entitled to my opinion”, and I have absolutely no damn
control over people such as my super prejudiced mother, so
hate me not world, as for someone who grew up with a
mom who did nothing but think WP and WS thoughts, just not in a
violent way; I turned out pretty damn okay, wouldn't you agree with
me, OH MIGHTY LATENGRATE SIR from Tennessee
Avenue, of Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG, and other Atlantic City areas as well,
Mister John King?
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE',
Sir awesome
CF, Chester-Frank, and
incredible unfathomable Shoeknockeroutter man of power and might!
MY
LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE
The Best Ways to Prevent the Flu
November
11, 2015
By
WeatherBug Meteorologist, Andrew Rosenthal
The
influenza virus, or more commonly known as the flu, is a wintertime
ravage with symptoms that range from very mild to life-threatening.
Fever, sore throat and cough, runny or stuffy nose, and fatigue are
just some of the signs and symptoms of the flu virus. What can you do
to prevent the flu?
- Get a flu vaccine. Available right now at a doctor's office, your local pharmacy and clinics.
- Try to avoid close contact with those who are sick.<li>If you are sick, avoid exposing others by staying home from work or school for at least 24 hours.
- Cover your mouth and nose when sneezing or coughing to avoid spreading disease.
- Wash your hands frequently.
- Take any flu drugs if you're prescribed them. >
During
the late winter, the peak of the flu season, the virus can be
widespread across the U.S. For healthy adults, the flu can be a
nuisance; but for the young and old, it can be debilitating or even
fatal, so it is important to keep the flu from spreading.
Story Image: A strain of flu virus is highly magnified in this file image from the CDC via the Wikipedia.
Story Image: A strain of flu virus is highly magnified in this file image from the CDC via the Wikipedia.
I
tried to print out the Robitussin commercial so you can order it, but
I think you will have to go there yourselves to order it, as some
things won't let you do copy's to blogs.
HEY
SILWEE FUCKING WABBIT, YO, I THINK THAT THIS IS NOW GONNA' BE
“THE
END”,
AND
SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUD'.
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