BB2AAICI—2023—CHAPTER 12
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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3:41 POST MERIDIAN
MIDDLE-LATE TUESDAY AFTERNOON
28 MARCH, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
03-28-2023---DIGITIAL DATE
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OF MOUNTAINPEN:
PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
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The 2nd constant, after light-velocity is as follows:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
TUESDAY, MARCH 28, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: FIRST QUARTER MOON
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 WXG8 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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 on this Friday afternoon beginning with air harassment's and spam telephone calls, and various 'parallel ICPE-APE-TECH-persecutions' on me since 1986 and still presently ongoing by Trump and his evil thug-gang, and now is taking place on 28 March of the year of 2023; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
'KRYSTAL'S BALL'
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All the items in cosmos are out of 81 possible realities, with some of them connected into each other, while others NOT.
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I awoke right around three on the button this rotten horrible frikkin' afternoon, 2 a loud persecuting air attack around a quarter past three followed by immediate spam phone calls from peeps who should B in prison 4 representing a national police organization and have harassed me sounding official and demanding a lot of my money or else, pretending 2B viable real police authorities, and these calls have been ongoing since ten years or so now and always come while under a lot of other OTAMM-SCUM-harassment, so I can know without a small wee tiny bit of non Patty-Irish-doubt here, that yessir world, this is their harassment and persecution on the poor NON-RON Sir Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! EVERY DAY HERE IN FLOWERLAND-USA THAT'S AKA FLORIDA, IS HOT, HUMID, ROTTEN, AND MISERABLE, and this day is absolutely no futhermucking exception. I am quite sure their stinking stock market is flying, and that all the other ICPE-APE shullbit is all 100% in place and working 4 my Spammenies at full blast. It always futhermucking does and has been since the inception of this goddess-awful nightmare on the moUUUUUUUrning of the 15th of August back in the year of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For the past half week or so my pageview-count weekly views number has dropped very HUUUUUUUUUUUGELY, and so I will soon naught B posting up anything beyond my averaging of three blogs per week. I respond 2 my customer requests, and only 2 them. I still plan 2 get my story out, but only according 2 the customer request equation as Mountainpen now is naming this wild whittle item. For a shortened abbreviation, call it the CRE, and Y naught lovely Mizz Blake from 1983? After-all it does begin with SINGULARITY'S mighty or reworded and “Scotty-Tribbles-re-phrased”, wonderful word, “CREATION”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I have absolutely no intention of letting this evil demonic futhermucking wickedness on and against me (Mountainpen) go unpunished and unnoticed by this planet's population, naught if I have 2 remain here as present-me for five thousand years, and visit all of this on the the 17,000 future generations of all of U right here and right now, lovely LOO on the “L&O” television show. I'll tie in all of the proving items, show U in indisputable mathematical truths that this all has 2B totally real; and go even further after that 2 show U that if these butt-wiping stick licking querkedoff bunt tappers can get away with doing this all 2 me now from 1986 through 2013 and presently counting onward, then they can at any time, do this same evil and perpetrate onto anyone of U and anyone that U love, folks, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay there U silwee ole' WHAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT, the END OF THISSSSSSS TRANSMISSION, 'FWWWOLKS'.
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December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:
Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
Posted by Listener Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey, Religion | Permalink
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U-SILWEE-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT-U.
I HAVE NO TRICKS NOR ANY TRIX, YUMMY AS THAT BREAKFAST CERIAL MAY INDEED B!!!
Folks, this may indeed activate the artificial intelligence dual attack sensory systems, and I call this a dual attack 4 several reasons and I'll now list 4U all the main reason for my doing thisssssss, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Erica Luccisnakes:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think now that there is a TWO-PART enemy attack in all of this assault on my blogging attempts 2 tell the world my NIGHTMARE HUNTINGTON CURSE, and its present forms of interacting with the most present-generation's victim of it, ME, (Mountainpen)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, a grouping of enemy reporting agents do report my blogs 2 what is known as the BLOGGER-TEAM. Then the activation of an AI-program determines if it's CONTENT-TOTALITY or the full amount of stuff on that particular reported-blog, is sufficient 2 warrant a PULL-OFF of that blog. This indeed seems 2B in a 2-part Spammenies assault on the Mountainpen, so let me C if this remains up on the 'BDC site' without a 'whittle pwobwum', Sir 'Elmer Fwwwwudddddd'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To the lawtrons trucking
with my luck, ya scum:
I knew that if I told the
blog and my tape recorder about my 15 grouping roulette system, U
would wipe it out and send it into systems failure, as U did the
other day, UR all as dependable as freggin’ clockwork. The reason U
cannot stop certain tools used in the ASAP- TEK, is that it is coming
from cosmos, and not through a mathematically pre-set system, and
hence all throughout this abominable month of March SADNESS, with the
use of QUANTUMCARD decks, and applying the wait for correct or
incorrect strings of 2, and then betting for either a 2, 3, or a 4
string to occur, a making 4-stage MM bets, MINI-MARTINGALE; I still
could keep generating a profits unit of just over 10 and a half
before losing a set via a 5 or greater string of [I] or [C] strings
coming in. No system can ever beat the negative hyper-natural fields
that surround me while under these fucking extreme death sieges, but
this is not a fixed system, and appears 2B impervious 2 the attack of
what U have heard me refer 2 as NEGAMAGGING. In 1986 when I played
professionally at the ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG casinos, this started
getting real bad. The 177th AIRBOURNE in
Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, flew over me @ trree-top level over and over
every trip I made down and back, scaring the living daylights out of
a legal citizen. This was and still is a total DUCKING
VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, AND CIVIL LIBERTIES. If I am so wrong
about the warp on Tennessee Avenue, prove me wrong somebody. As small
controlled dark matter electrofields of hyper-density continue
sucking more mass into them, it is like a baby feeding and breathing,
and GROWING bigger and stronger all the time. Eventually, these
magnetic sounds of a sort will throw our entire orbit off, unless the
system is deactivated, either by the GMC [GREAT-MILLIONTH-COUNCIL],
and within less than 230 decannums, periods of roughly 36.75 days to
one decannum, short 4 DECI-ANNUM, or tenth of a year, and R all ready
used in many sections of the great gigantic HS, anyway, they will
knock us into a new orbit entirely, making our years and days of new
and different durations. Weather
will become very extreme, and sea levels will B way up as well as way
out and down, despite temperatures, which also will fluctuate more
irregularly and with more intensity. The only way
to deactivate this built tunnel between Sarah’s dream city warp,
and Tennessee Avenue where I originally met her in this series and
sequence of dreams that U would call my human
present lifetime, is to bring her
memories back 2 her by forcing
her friend McGuire to release her from his controlled brain-stun over
her, a system that works not all that differently from a keyword that
awakens a patient from a very deep hypnotic trance. She
instantly would make the proper adjustments that will save our planet
from literally self destructing, but if it is not done within the
next 300 decannums, it will be fate sealed. This and many close
versions and variations of us in HS, will perish. Actually, in the
grand scheme of it all, it will not really make a hill of beans of
difference, we R not 3-D beings, but 5-D. (When I wrote this in
middle 2007, I had not yet seen the Alannis Morrisette movie at the
King home. I was still living back at the MMM trailer place owned by
mighty Mizz Jenny Plageman. I pen this last sentence now up in the
year of 2023.
To
The Local Authorities:
So, I am not the only one U
guys enjoy setting up, at least I know I am not crazy, or the only
one this slit ever happens to. My 1994 accident
that U set up with the Mexican-American driver and the MA police
officer responding to the intentional, U would call an accident,
along Kessler Hospital Road
that starts with a five, running northward & eventually
intersecting with the twisted crazy Starburn 'Starburst' Route #9 of
East South Jersey. If ‘she’ calls me to testify about the
spurious way things happen in this town, I will cooperate fully with
her attorneys, I do not like police corruption, or any corruption,
and have the utmost respect 4 all good honest law enforcement
personnel. I detest people who think a badge of any kind is a license
2B a rotten criminal, we all have 2 share this misery we call human
life.
This blog today would B
much longer, but a major storm has struck the entire area, and was
predicted 2 occur, so it is not hyper-natural, but I will B sharing
huge secrets soon, and ripping off huge closet doors from their
hinges, all these fucking secrets make me sick 2 my friggin’
stomach.
To the entities of every
type while I close out today, 3/16/2007:
Do what U want, but when
I start telling what I know about the details of NEGAMAGGING, LIFE
CONTROLLERS, the true origins and invaders humanly of the LAMIST
BRIGGER CULT and tie it directly to a mob boss in Chicago,
ILUSAESMWG, and tell proof of the dark matter controlled spots, the
absolute secrets of AC, NJ and its direct ties to IRAN, IRAQ, and the
entire descendants of the middle east through the tribes of Ishmael
and Hagar his mom, and how the great Sarah fits into all of it, and
on and on et-el Estelle, Bassler, that is, and about her and her
adopted son Chester, and the CIA/NSA connection to the real man who
blew New York up, Bush’s good buddy, Mr. O. Ben Laden. All this
recent shit UR getting is total crap. He and all of them do what O.
Tells them 2 do, and the B’s and O have been pals 4 ever, and the
truth is that we have all been totally skunked. The reason the lid
stays on this one is because the MILITUFORCE and my entire Sarah
situation R the forces behind this super cover up. If humans tried 2
cover it, it would eventually have SNAFU’d and ended up another
WHITEWATER, WATERGATE, and MONICA LEWINSKI, don’t fucking tell
someone who know, that he doesn’t. The pulsar UFO is a real astral
city that the BRIGGERS took over with another of there very
successful astral plane invasions, and is all
part of Y the Shaw of Iran in the
1960’s told his very good lady friend, my Aunt, Mizz Geraldine Snow
Mason, from Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, to
get her daughter 2 come down to AC, NJ on vacation with mom and me
and get in with Sarah and the Viqueen teen-queen gang, named on Earth
by the local guys, the QUODDY
MOCKERS. They all hung outside the
Quoddy Moccasin store in front of the existing at the time, MAYFLOWER
HOTEL, with the time warp running
through it and zenithing in power at the center on the top floor, on
the north facing side. It is Y the place had 2 come down, and no
other place can ever go up, and the power of it, under the control of
ROBERT MCGUIRE,
is used quite frequently when he needs 2 do one of his big miracles,
such as kill me and get away with it, just go to my website and click
into the pictures part, www.morianity-foundation.com as I have
nothing to fucking gain by making anything up, but the ice and
snow storm will grow monstrously bad if I do not break off my machine
mind counter attack right now, so this blog today is fine’, but
much more will soon B said, I have a ton of evidence that I am soon
sending to Steve Hawking, although they probably have him and his
family on pain and fear of death, all ready controlled not to take my
stuff and examine it and prove beyond any doubt that it all is real,
and answers every damn thing that has been going on since B4 this
universe ever even got started.
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Y don't U read my planet altering stuff, Sir Atom B4 it's 2 darn
dog butt wiping late, YO YO YO YO YO; oh sir????????????
About Me
- theansweristheqyuestion
- 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. Yes, & 'intense' also!!!!!!!!!
THIS TRANsdimensional DRANSMISSION ENDS.
Only it never truly ends, as does anything!!!!!!!!
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, or the (BOM)
Forget about a Poponorom folks, let us try---
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
NEARLY EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR, IN 2014; AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT BOTBAR, AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. LADS AND LASSIES; IT AGAIN DID THIS IN 1997. BUT 1996 WAS WHEN THE REAL MONSTER, WHATEVER, AND WHOEVER IT MAY TRULY BE, WAS BORN! BUT 1996 WAS WHEN THE REAL MONSTER, WHATEVER, AND WHOEVER IT MAY TRULY BE, WAS BORN! BUT 1996 WAS WHEN THE REAL MONSTER, WHATEVER, AND WHOEVER IT MAY TRULY BE, WAS BORN! BUT 1996 WAS WHEN THE REAL MONSTER, WHATEVER, AND WHOEVER IT MAY TRULY BE, WAS BORN! OH YEAH PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a crazy lady of a silly ole' doggie this all is here, YO BRAHHH!!!!
Yes, bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman, and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me wonder what you knew back then as well, along with hallway communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends, and Marola and her school play insistence wisdom. Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!! Yes mahm' not in 1970 but 33 years after that, all Mister magical-Masons out there!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS EXPLORATRONS
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POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
JUNE 21, 2014,
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 5:01,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 93 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY-50%, and summer is reading calendars.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, MISTER ELMER FWUDDDD!
Santa Claus and Patty Hollister, 'oh boy'. Forget the three damn zoo animals. We have a real situation here, wonderful pwanet Earth. Like WOW. So just who influenced all of these people and all of these things from them in 1975, along with them and 'associates/friends' from even earlier, and on and on and on? You know peeps, I ran into a professor not that long ago who attempted to figure out the odds of this all happening if I am not just nuts as all get out as well as eliminating any chance for coincidences, and he came up with, GET THIS, 3.57847 times 10 to the power of 78. Yes sir/mahm, that's about three and a half times ten to the seventy-eighth power, YO! Is this 'twuwee naught' a 'TMMB'? (Thaxton-Marcucci Mind Blow)?????????? WOW-WOW AND A BIG FWAT WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
On the night of the transformer power pole fire a couple of weeks back now, I was in the vestibule area of my Public Housing building here on my 6th floor, and got talking to several of my nabes. I rarely see folks as I rarely venture outside of my damn apartment because of the heat in this horrible state. I wouldn't know most folks around here if they fell out of the sky in coins, Mister David Childress, sir!!!!!!! Still, one lady the same age as my daughter or maybe one year older, asked me if I would allow her to use my password on the Comcast, so she could access the great and mighty internet. She tried to get me interested in using the computer again, and I resisted and resisted. But she wore me ******* down and here we go, my blogs came back. My eyes do not do well on this small screen, and I am poor and cannot afford a nice system that those folks with big bucks can gain access to. Long Story Short or (LSS), for short YO, as long as I can pass the 20-20 line at the eye institute that I visit annually in Port Saint Lucie, they don't care how some people have a glare problem and have problems with small screens. Everyone keeps saying, go online, go online, and I keep telling people, my eyes are all ****** up and I am awaiting my cat laser surgery for Christ's sake! She told me to blog in a larger font and then change it back when all through typing. It works. So whoever blew the damn power pole did themselves a big 'disfavor', to quote my late and great Babylon, Mew York Uncle Heinz Gottwald. If they had not done this to me, my blogs would still be dead in the water, and your latest antics done to me, (Trump-Scott-Bondi) AKA the TEAM FROM HELL, are now going to be exposed. Still, in fairness and all honesty, is it really them, or is it the POWERS, (HALLS FAWCES) TYPE-3 EXPLORATRONS, or THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, who really are empowering and totally mother ******* influencing and controlling them to do all of these monstrous and horrendous things to me, YO? Many mortals may wonder, well let's say you're not a total ******* nut case and all of this is real and true, oh you big stupid ***hole Mister Mountainpen; then WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO YOU? The problem here folks is that this information is being and has been, KEPT FROM ME, and if anyone knows it and ever tries to tell me; their entire lives and the lives of all whom they love, will be viciously wiped out and destroyed. I know that much for a total **** sucking fact, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR DARN MINDS BLOWN TO HECK!
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Frankly Congressman RA, 'I don't even care'. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share. © 1980---MWM.
And this includes all boozing back-doors 2.
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
How Do I Find Out for Free If Someone Is Dead?
by David Sarokin
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The time comes to everyone that we “shed our mortal coils” and pass on from this life, but if you want to know if a specific person has died, it can be difficult. Not everyone gets an obituary notice about their passing and even if they do, such a notice can be hard to find. Fortunately, the Social Security Administration maintains a free and easily accessed database of virtually every death in the United States.
Step 1
Visit the web page for the Social Security Death Index (SSDI).
Step 2
Enter the information about the person you're searching for in the SSDI search box. Don't use the other search boxes that appear on the same page. Search using the person's Social Security number, if available, as that is the most precise search possible. If not, search on their name. If you're uncertain of the spelling of their last name, use the pull-down menu to choose "Soundex" or "Metaphone" (try both), which will look for spelling variations. Otherwise, use the "Exact" option. The SSDI search will return information on the person's death, including full name and the places they lived when their Social Security card was first issued, and at the time of their death.
Use the "Advanced Search" for more sophisticated searches. You can fine-tune your search results by entering the date of birth or death or state of residence. You can even search without entering a surname, although this tends to produce large lists of search results unless the first name is very unusual.
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About the Author
David Sarokin is a well-known specialist on Internet research. He has been profiled in the "New York Times," the "Washington Post" and in numerous online publications. Based in Washington D.C., he splits his time between several research services, writing content and his work as an environmental specialist with the federal government. David is the author of Missed Information (MIT Press, 2016), a book exploring how better information can lead to a more sustainable future.
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Many great authors R out there-some R not out there.
Yes, who is alive and who is naught, I wonder?
I wish 2 learn just who of many peeps that I consider 2B less than a friend, 2 put this politely, as well as delicately. Even the mighty Mister Tommy non-Agent ROWE of 1969 and his great tunes such as DIZZY and JAM UP & JELLY TIGHT, would have 2 admit that fact!
Why Do I Make The Statements and Claims That I Do
“Okay” Sir Latengrate John Atlantic City King your HIGHNESS; and 'daut-Paula' who has perhaps been taken over and MC'd, by some hyperspace DOPPELGANGER 'other' non-Harrah Casino 'version of her'; my proofs need naut always get into really complicated bull-spit with virtually endless algebraic equations and interrelated geometric formulas, all stretching off their large collegian blackboards; and here is a 'WEELWEE FANTASTIC EXAMPLE' of just how 'simple' both that Colorado Resident, and Latengrate Organizational Big Brother, Mister John Henningsen, and I; and no Mike Soft, NAUGHT android0.9; but how John and I can be, both heredahelda and BE HERE! Just simply examine the facts on this little STATS PAGE. To prove how either I am being intentionally screwed with continually by the POWER STRUCTURE OWNERS OF THE INTERNETExplorer0.6 AND THE INTERNET, just look at the facts. How can I have only 103 page-views on my blog as shown on this date of 7 January for YESTERDAY'S display, and then we examine YESTERDAY'S display as the current day but use the STATS SHOWN BACK YESTERDAY, January 6? It does not compute. If this is not intentional jiving, then what is it all about? Is it all a part of the great surreal 'GASME GODS GAMES', or is the mighty GOOGLE just a big flawed thirty dollar fly by night computer mom and pop company? Well, we all know that's not true, don't we, yo? So fine, then one of you mucking geniuses tell me just WHAT THE DOGTOWN IS GOING ON HERE, how about it? Just to make it easy, I will display this back to back for simple and easy viewing. So if someone ever wishes to comment and provide me with a logical rational reason for this obvious SCREW UP, then go right ahead, yo! It's all right here!!!
Dec 30, 2019 7:00 AM – Jan 6, 2020 6:00 AM
Mark, you're life is about 2 go 2 DOGTOWN!!!
JUST LOOK AT THE GODDESSDOG DATE, YO.
All part of the complexities of the G-GODS!!!
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Dec 31, 2019 9:00 PM – Jan 7, 2020 8:00 PM
Where RU when I need U Professor Michio freaking Kaku of NU University??????????????????????????????????????????????????
Up here now in 2023, how I wish I could tell U 2 get out of America B4 it's 2 LATE!
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SO TO QUOTE MANY GREAT AND LOVELY SAVANTS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, MISTER 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF', “THE END”!
Copyright © 1999 – 2019 Google
Now this would B reading Copyright © 1999 – 2023 Google, am I naught correct, Mizz Blake?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA.
END OF THIS WHITTLE TWANSMISSION, YO.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
Beginning of transmission.
WOW will UB punished for that whittle mockery, MTPN!!!
Boy oh boy folks, I won't even begin 2 get into me' endless wild crazy 5th dimensional experiences from earlier on this day, as this can wait 4 other times & other blogs, YO. This very short whittle blog will say only a few things that I wish 2 now merely open up 4 all of U out there in good ole' freaking Cyberville. Back B4 the weekend began, last Friday, I managed 2 kill another giant female cockroach, and then I emptied another RAID CAN into the 'joint' Mister Winn of X-Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG of late 1983 somewhere, and a wee bit B4 my trip 2 Orlando, Flowerland-USA, to visit the Chief Recording Engineer then retired from the world renown Recorded Publications Sound Laboratories of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, Mister 1-and-only Howard Solomon. One thing that I've learned over everything else and JUST SINCE MY BLOGGING DAYS THAT BEGAN 17 YEARS AGO now folks; EVERYTHING ALL FITS PERFECTLY TOGETHER, and if it does this 4 me, I am quite sure that all of U share that reality with me, one way or another! But the big story 4 right now is weirder than anything else. I started these blogs on blogger dot com (BDC) in early January of 2006, and yet the record of this has somehow seemingly disappeared, only going back 2 sometime in the following year of 2007. What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next, we R seemingly all left 2 wonder and ponder over, huh peeps? I believe the following, “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER NIGH-NIGH MANHATTAN-MACY”, would B fairly darn appropriate here, 2B added in onto this blog; don't U????
People; if UR born poor and folks in general always seem 2 take more of a disliking 2U than a liking, no matter what U ever do or how hard U ever try and remedy the problem that is within your human reach 4 doing; you R simply GOING 2 REMAIN IN POVERTY 4 LIFE NO MATTER HARD DAMN HARD U EVER TRY 2 REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THAT LOWLY POSITION. This is a simple one paragraph description of the life of Mountainpen as well as the predicament of Mountainpen that thereby goes onto make him believe after a lifetime of careful analysis and study, that he must B under some horrible nightmare FAMILY FRIKKIN' CURSE that began a very long time ago back in the dimly lit dark ages of recorded history, since no other BETTER EXPLANATION possibly exists 2 explain the matter to his satisfaction. If U insist on a major abridged compressed telling of my tale, well, there it is in the short opening of this blog, as it also would easily include all and every one of those extremely negative circumstances, that go onto become a part of the life of 'poor pitiful NON-RON-MT-PEN'. 4 short, I may now turn that previous sentence into another Morianity-famous abbreviated shortened grouping of letters, (PPNRM)!!!!!!!!
Yes folks, all things tie in together, not only in our waking lives but in all of our ever increasing dream lives as well. This is simple truth and fact, 4 me, 4U, 4 us all. And does any great outside of Mountainpen source of legitimately acceptable Earthly information, absolutely serve 2 back all of those words up, U may B wondering about; oh great Blogaudians of Cyberville? Sure there is something, and a great big something as a matter of fact. It is Professor Albert Einstein and his not quite as famous as some of his other stuff, statement he made called, “SPOOKY FORCES”. Look it up as I am quite sure that the great Google Gods have this info out there somewhere. I DO NOT WANT ANY OF U2 EVER TAKE ME AT MY WORD, WHEN IT IS NOW JUST SO DARN DOG SIMPLE TO LOOK IT ALL UP ON THE GOOGLE, AND C IF I AM TELLING IT TRUE 2 TAMMY'S LITTLE “SANDRA DEE” DOCTOR, OR NAUGHT; LOVELY MIZZ 1983 BLAKE! I mean it really is just that darn dog simple, folks!!!!!! If things in true reality all do in fact connect and Mister AE proved that they in fact do, this is then Y witchcraft and its sympathetic magic does have some validity 2 it, and so do these words in my Morianity when it goes into these numerous related matters. Just what was up there on my first year of blogging that this world SIMPLY FELT COMPELLED 2 MAKE VANISH AND DISAPPEAR, YO YO YO YO folks??????????
One thing I remember very clearly in my 2006 blogs folks. It opened up with my telling all about the major persecution I was under and how it all began, and then I talked about the Exploratronic Supermind a whole lot, as well as distance-delay-laser retracing technology, (DDLTT) for my then frequently used abbreviation of it. I also told a few things about my 1994-BOOK, “TPB”, and how it was an absolutely beyond weird self fulfilling prophecy in wild numerous ways such as the Hammonton 'intentionally done' automobile accident, the hospital stays with my mother, the deaths of both my mom and David Roth in the same perfect order as the book seemingly was predicting, in fact peeps, for any loyal television show fans of the 1980's show titled, “HIGHWAY 2 HEAVEN”, produced by Eugene Horowitz who U may know better as Michael Landon, and who like Paul Evans Pedersen also attended and graduated from New Jersey's great WEST COLLINGSWOOD HIGH SCHOOL on West Collings Avenue; all of U great word-pronouncing “PENNOCK-PEEPS” on or off other great television shows such as the 60's great soap-show titled “Dark Shadows”, but yes; there is an episode on this 'H2H'-TV-show's very first season, about making a movie and whose title I think was called, “Help Wanted Angel”, and this bizarre situation with my TPB-1994 book and that TV-show, the way that it all worked out, is beyond some mere friggin' Earthly coincidence; I assure U all of thissssssssssssss, oh peeps!!!!
We will B getting into a whole lot more after I begin putting more of this together as time goes onward. 4 right now, and 2 quote an older titled part of my prior writings, this blog is only a super quickie-tweet, as so far as the Mountainpen's standards 4 such things goes; and I am only letting U all know about a base foundation of my newest weird woes, and that as that old literary title of mine in fact does go, or did; “I am still here, and surviving”!
END TRANSMISSION.
DATSALL WHAAAABIT-FWWWWOLKS, AND ELMER.
MPN--2023--CHAPTER 22
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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8:19 POST MERIDIAN
SATURDAY EVENING
18 MARCH, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
03-18-2023---DIGITIAL DATE
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, AMANDA MCNULTY.
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN:
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MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.
Folks; another day in the life of the Mountainpen and his miseries here in wonderful awesome illustrious Flowerland-USA-ESMWG. I had a couple of slightly unpleasant dreams today B4 rising up from me' slumbers, nothing I cannot handle after some real doozie-whoppers earlier in the week. We will get 2 all of the great James Rockford stuff, but first; I'll post my establishing shot of a road somewhere in Florida, followed by the Mountainpen Lunar Cycle Chart.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY, MARCH 20, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 6:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 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.
FOLKS, THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel
H-Cursed dude IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
With no help from Disney, nor any gash dog thrills, or joys, or fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!
MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
I will 'CAP 'right now into this blog, what I typed on what Mountainpen refers 2 as a 'correction & compilation, or repair and corrections work, may B still another way of describing it. All it is peeps is a grouping of two or three MOST RECENT BLOGS, and after any corrections R made 2 them as well, usually misspelled words. But I admit 2 doing all kinds of cute and clever little things on these works from time 2 time that then get re-posted onto a new blog. Hey, it is my BOM-BLOG-Project, right? If it's legal and okay 2 do, and I wish 2 do it, then Y would anyone give a hoot-pollute about what I may decide to do a Barry Brady Williams with, U know, “change and rearrange”? So WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS and a big fat spellchecker-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Yes peeps, the reason I cannot grow an audience and just endlessly keep an approximate 'pageviews'-hits number per year of thirty-K, is because only a tiny handful of peeps have sufficient astral energy 2B able 2 appreciate the BOM-BLOGS. It truly is just that HENNINGSEN SIMPLE, codename REDJOHN, & codename MOUNTAINPEN-KARGE star travelers of 1896 © Copyrighted Music Projects. No folks, that © date is naught a typographical error (TYPO)! This topic will B harped on in a lot more detail as the following few blogs come in, folks. It is not that I do not appreciate the viewers that I have, but my point is way 2 powerful in all of this 2B ignored or glossed over, at least IMHO and the Mountainpen simply refuses 2 do it. But B4 we even begin tackling this on today's blog-work peeps, here is a short CAPPING of something in my corrections & compilation work, not yet posted in the way that it now reads.
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And I came close 2 a Wipe Out Fonda Sleaze or a 'WOFS' assault on me, due 2 my stupidity and idiocy, and I have only me 2 blame, for not paying better attention to the stuff where those groupings of 1-numbers can strike me and injure my personal-magnetics. It angers me, my moronic-ness that is, more than the near-strike of ONES, so I posted up the 5-GROUPING thing just 4 my ability 2 stare at that lovely thing 4 a moment or so, YO. WOW 2 THAT 1, Mister Macy, and Club. What that horrible woman did 2 me that spring time night at the ballgame at the Atlanta, Georgia-USAESMWG baseball park is totally everlastingly unforgivable. She goes on with her blessed ass life after injuring me and I am forced 2 go through her punishing after-effects from her assault with that jumbo digital ballpark clock that I know as sure as **** stinks folks, that she had her entertainment world hubby do 2 me when the clock read those four horrible one digits, placing the jumbo clock onto a super close-up-shot on the television cameras and knowing fully well that I would B seriously effected by this 4 the rest of my entire life. May SHE BURN IN GODDESSDOG DOGTOWN 4 '1,000' minnina kalpas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May SHE BURN IN GODDESSDOG DOGTOWN 4 '1,000' minnina kalpas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE.
The average person of this world would B long insane and completely incapacitated should they know all that I know and then watch the 'DARK SHADOWS LEVIATHAN' cult coming 2 life, just as predicted; seeing it all, knowing it all, right down 2 the most recent reports aired several nights ago back last week concerning the newest stuff on the computer topic, artificial intelligence, or “AI” 4 a shortened abbreviation, and having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with any idols in the United States of America, 'welllllll', Mister Nixon Sir, maybe the connections are much greater than peeps would C them 2B on a surface level, huh there Mister Paul X-Bizz-Part Evans Pedersen, of the illustrious Studio Park Records????????? You R all beyond clueless as well as totally clueless 2 a special night back in 1987, while I was with Sir David Roth in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, and that powerhouse license plate, yes, U all just try 2B me, YO, just try, if U wish 2 have the Thaxton-Marcucci Mind-Blow of your entire life, on steroids and multiplied by frikkin' darn infinity, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll soon B saying way way way MORE, YO!!!
All of this is being done by corporation-KINGS, using endless
ICPE-APE-TECH on the poor ole' innocent Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!
As 4 my PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE SINCE 1986; all that I have ever asked of anyone, is a wee tad frikkin' bit of open-mindedness. I've suffered through a hellishness that your damn wildest fantasies cannot even dream of on your wildest mode-setting of your minds. My incredible situation began in 1986 and now we are talking about nearly 4 straight decades of thisssssss oh lovely Mizz 1983 ERICA-SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Put extremely simply; the parallel event goes like thisssssssssss:
MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
I know what is going on, and so do some special great “7” connected church systems south of me in good ole' Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland-USA. I know they do 2 from listening 2 some really great preacher-sermons from my days at the 2020 park in my car, attempting 2 survive the very scummy peeps being talked about, oh Sir Swap, please B at the darn butt dog-run park on Next Tuesday, the 21st of Sadness-MARCH, and without any family-nightmares or ball players who seem 2B endlessly connected into it all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TWANSMISSION, YO BROADCASTED BRO!!!!
Saturday, March 18, 2023
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 021
12:32 Ante' Meridian
Today was a bit like the past few, other than for the fact that I experienced no major nightmares B4 beginning my hellish day. I woke up at about ten past four this afternoon, and disconnected my lightning communications system 2 begin the day, and an hour or so later retrieved my mail and finally received a package that I was waiting 4, thinking this would then B-A good day 4 me, only, it was most certainly NAUGHT, lovely Mizz 1983-B. Naught one wee bit!!!!!!!!!
An hour or so later on, a major party in the community room began. This went from roughly twenty minutes after six through twenty minutes past nine. Obviously like the New Years Party back on Doctor-DAGS-BD or the 31st of last December, we now R gonna' B having these parties on all holidays, and yes, this was indeed good ole' Saint P-Day, was it naught? Things of course here R never even close 2 the way that they were back at the PEEHA joint, thank the Goddess. Also, the Community Room closes down on the final week of month #5 (May) and remains off season and closed until early in December, each year. This is due 2 the snowbird money-peeps who R able 2 afford going north 4 the very hot summer season, each year. So I just take it all in stride and soon the season will B over, just over two more months now, so 'TEE-HEE-HEE',--------Mizz Lilly M.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.
But there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that, as well as just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and 'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace 1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986, and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in Northwest Atlantic City; I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint', Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my daughter and her distant cousin Mizz Leticia Tilley R absolute lookalike's, separated only BY SOME BIZARRE age-time barrier, or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the Claridge Casino Hotel in the summertime in 1986, this gorgeous girl came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than two decades in the darn future on the future television show called, “Law & Order”, on the episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe, “Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”, and hey buddy, U-R correct. Sure we do, and anyone out here who claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2 themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in many areas of life, B it financially, as well as numerous other facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans, beginning with Moses and from which most of the original following British Common Law ideas all sprang from, leading to current days here in America and our laws, that all basicly regulate legal rights, or try 2 anyway; as giving people the maximum rights under these laws, right up 2 the point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights of another human being. This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down into endlessly more complex items, and then continue 2B ever increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life. It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able 2 receive proper education so as 2 then go on and enter into some successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other things that can bring success, money, & the whole deal. However, the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life; I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009; from Judge Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister D.J. Trump used that blog and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point; substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG of '5th Avenue', with his 'shooting someone story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that many of U heard as well. This butt-hole sports figure of celebrity status was drunk, and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city, on a public street; and he killed at least one person; and GOT TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this, we all know that I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND BARS 4 THE REST OF MY MOTHER ******* LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law; but I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS) JUSTICE SYSTEM, not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass bit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
This very same legal system has permitted these snot eating diseased filthy stick licking slobs that I now call the 'Spammenies' to destroy MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND GET 100% TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. They sit around drinking and laughing at me, jeering and mocking me with their powerful-people syndrome, that includes all those things that my Morianity lists throughout my 17+ year blogging project since early January of 2006; and I can go on and on but if I do I will get completely totally sick 2 my mother ******* stomach, YO BRAHHH!!!! They all know that this thing was done 2 me and it destroyed my entire life, with this ICPE-APE-TECH nightmare. And nobody cared one bit, nor will anyone. Then they use the world of the psych to point their satanic demonic judgmental fingers at me, and call me a looney-tune crazy nut-job crack-pot, with their mother ******* DSM PSYCH BOOK as a tool 2 endlessly back up their evil deeds from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:
Now remember good folks when I told U all about the television show called, “THE OUTER LIMITS”, the old and original 1960's shows, and not that 'remade junk of zero-talent' from 30 years later on? It began with the pilot episode with the radio station with the call letters of 'KXKVI' and the great 'Maxwell' family who owned the station out in California. The title of the show was “The Galaxy Being”. First, many HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things in my 'FUTURE' were all a part of this television show, as many of U absolutely know; and I absolutely KNOW THAT U KNOW IT 2 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, those four DEMO TUNES done on April 30 and May 1, in the year of 1980; were done at a small little studio on the attic floor of a music store in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Russel's School of Music, on Beidamin Avenue, right across Highway #70 from the Garden State Racetrack; and (my computer just froze and acted up and got weird), right now, while I was typing that part of this story out onto this blog, at precisely 2:37 AM; and I am coming 2 believe now that between half past two and half past three in the moUUUUUUUrning, is some weird new time for the diseased frikkin' Spammenies 2 use their demonic trickery on me with these outlandish and bizarre cum-puke-her and utility HACKS ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, it makes sense at least a little wee bit 2 the mother ******* Mountainpen now, as my MacAfee system is on and scanning, and this is always what causes these things. I LOVE IT WHEN **** HAS A RATIONAL HUMAN REALM EXPLANATION, GOOD FOLKS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1992; a big fat bar buzzing, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, will now be a bit belatedly chimed out, from the one and only illustrious, Sir Chester-Frank! Okay, so the name of that little music studio was called MAXFIELD, and no, not MAXWELL, still; when something as gigantic as what happened 2 me in middle 1980 with those music demo tunes that were done in a place beginning with “MAX”, and then we compare it 2 that show, TOL, where this radio station that plays music as radio stations R there 2 do, and having the same first syllable name of “MAX”, well folks, pun intended yes; I don't turn a blind eye to any of those '1400 non-pressed vampire bats' from just southeast of the dog pound, especially when so much more is yet 2B told, and here it comes, great people out there: In this show titled, “The Galaxy Being”, on the “TOL” from the 1960's; the station was on a highway, number 601 as in Lenny McKinnon the 1980 record promoter of Philadelphia, and all glittering daughters everywhere, and then we have the frequency numbers, '1820' on the dial, as in a slight re-scrambling into the four great Mountainpen digits, 1-8-0-2, and matching the apartment number at Robin Hill where indeed, those 4-DEMO TUNES were recorded, after my just moving into that place; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Cuzz-Don ole' boy, wanna' gimme' a 'BRAAAAAAAKE', SIR??????? Hey CUZZ, U have some HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE darn dog affinity with those digits 2, right??????????????? (88022), all that's missing is the BOTBAR-1 digit, and you're 2 dog-darn smart 2 incorporate that digit into it. Hey, I got your number, BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
'WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Mister Nixon Sir', maybe 'you're naught a crook', and maybe your saintly mother was looking down on U from the 'great-beyond' while U were there that last day of your presidency on the White House Lawn, and naught Pike, & with or without Julia, but then U did have IL-'daut-Julie'. Still, everything I say on these blogs is true, and U know this more than anyone reading this now from the Earth-Plane, don't U oh great kind sir? Peeps; this dude was naught a bad guy, and not even remotely as rotten as others today who wish 2 use his legacy as a platform 2 wipe out this nation forever. Talk about that fantastic 'outer-limits', and the great SAFET, when we indeed incorporate that into this entire mess from DOGTOWN. The episode following that pilot episode is the one with the imposter-president. How much SAFET do we need folks B4 we R able 2 ever properly awaken, and C the realities going on here? SAFET is so powerful that words fail me folks. What does blow my mind beyond any Thaxton-Marcucci-1969-MB (mind-blow) is simply thisssssss: It should B totally obvious 4 anyone out here 2 put at least enough of this incredible crapola together, so that U would tell other peeps about this blog, only U never do, and U seem 2 wish 2 keep it all 2 yourself. Hey I'm just guessing, as how can I know what is in your minds; oh Blogaudians? 4U2CYI am beyond 1969-TMMB here, is at least 4 me as obvious and self evident as it gets; only I've learned naught 2 ever try and know anything that I have no legitimate way 2 really B able 2 know, as it only leads 2 utter frustration and feelings of eventual anger and despair; and so I refuse 2 entertain that behavior ever again, as once; I did make a real habit out of doing thisssssss; oh lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay folks, time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought level; this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race. This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the Plancktime, or the 'timeless Purgatory', 'Pre-big-bang'. In the Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time, whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves. So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, 2 make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2 advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped by the Civilization Advancement Prevention system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at least its title as I have not seen the show, nor plan 2 do so; but the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane (Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we need 2 actually move physically, since things become physical from any interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time dimension as well, as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2 us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT, or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually endless interactions. In the physical reality where things are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth. Sometimes in my Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB', in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in 1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's} upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values (the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out into the 5th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2 speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the most recharging needs. It is sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt transistor radio battery from 1966, to a car battery of 2023. They both do what they do, and one simply needs more charging and is able 2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. So work is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot; and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named title, without even using the word; I am finally able 2 fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced 4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!
Keep going, it all makes sense, IPYT!!!!!!!
At the end of the blog, U will find the start of
THE 2022-quality-capping job.
I closed out the day of Thursday at a solid one and five ninths, one and five ninths, rounding up legitimately into a closed out 2-2 on the day, for General-Life and Moods & Attitudes, on me' ole' life-chart rating system. Many of U keep journals and diaries, but in summer time-1982, I began 2 keep a mathematical-journal as I later came to frikkin' call it; as rather than tell detailed junk in a human way, the math symbols and equations R far more reliable in making many important and long-ranging predictions 4 my life, YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!! The final two items just as the primary two for 'job and car' rating, all range daily at the closing from lowest #1 up through highest #5. Then at the end of these four numbers, I had a mathematical system 4 changing these numbers into a daily rating digit that ran from the lowest of 310 points from a 1-1-1-1 future 'Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease' 'Jane Notfondauonebit' day, or 'BOTBAR', all the way up through the highest ratable day of 5-5-5-5, bringing that 2 a score of 1550. From this, I could do all sorts of neat and wild mathematical tricks and make a zillion type of various predictions. I never said I am the cleverest or the smartest dude in the room peeps; only that I do in fact have many original ideas, and I ain't afraid 2 put my money where me' mouth is, and try them out; and when and if they work out 4 me YO, then damn it, I go ahead full steam, and use the shullbit junk!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE. Yes, the enemies of the left spinning subatomic realm of Plancktime did naught get their evil diseased way and force me 2 go 2 a BOTBAR yesterday, and now I am on Friday March 17th day rating 4 my life charts, opening and holding at 'midland 3-3', YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I also decided 2 wait until CHAPTER '021' B4-I begin 2 'CAP' the 'quality-blogs' that began after the long shut-down period, back in last September of 2022. By quality, I simply mean that without the correct settings on the BDC dashboard, which I was totally ignorant of and so R most peeps who even know a lot about computers; but without the settings in the position that does not default it out of the normal setting that merely copies words, smalls and caps, and that is that, it looks totally horrible on the blogger viewing page 4 readers 2C and view. Quality-blogs merely mean that this was corrected by switching back something that I now fully believe that some 'SPAMM-ENEMY' hacked into my Blogger-Dash, and screwed up with one click of a mouse. 'TEE-HEE-HEE', lovely Mizz Lilly Munster. A short new way of saying and typing in “SPAMM ENEMY or ENEMIES will B from now on great peeps, 'Spammenies', written in smalls now, so that I can amend my word-dictionary and avoid future red squiggly lines of error messaging. I just got a major cum-puke-her hack somehow, despite naught being connected 2 the mother ******* internet at all as I have the plug out of the COMCAST modem, still; that Comcast HACK struck again, sending my day down close 2 BOTBUR 4 this Friday now, and the day is also at SUPER HIGH CCOT; and yes, U all know what that trucking ass stands 4, right folks? The time of this attack was exactly 3:11 AM, but I'll bet that if they could have pulled it off again, 2 make it happen at precisely trucking mucking ducking ******* 3:27, they would have; these diseased rotten 14-84 stick licking runt slapping rock chucking rats turds. How about some counterstriking for 2 days straight now of SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC HELLISHNESS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME WHITTLE BROADCASTED BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, lovely Harris Dark Shadows Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me that I do naught have a powerful story like nothing that has ever even remotely existed here on this planet since it popped out of the blue, Mister freaking Planck. Mister Planck was struck by LIGHTNING, a long time ago peeps, and this information is right on the net, and completely available 4 any of U out there 2 dig up and C4 your goddessdog selves. After this time, very shortly after, the reports that I have read on some extremely accurate and trustworthy news sources, tell how he suddenly revealed his knowledge that seemingly had come out of 'nowhere' concerning what Morianity calls the timeless “PURGATORY”, and scientifically is known as, and in his name, because of this of course; (PLANCKTIME)!!! Hey, I just report the darn news folks. Don't shoot either Mister Piano Player Elton John on his great Yellow Brook British Road, or the Mountainpen; PWEEEEEEEEEEEEZE folks. TANKS, and, ---------------B----O----O----M, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Wanna' keep doubting the Mountainpen after seemingly endless brother clucking stuff continues 2 point more and more 2 the truth that indeed, I do know what the Dogtown I'm squawking about here, folks, YO????? The more 'they' persecute and harass me, the more I'll go on squawking and rat tat tattling, YO; your darn move Butthead Beavis. Can U darn believe that a 2010 computer's Spellchecker system does naught know about Beavis and Butthead? If I had one thin damn dime 4 every word that I've ever added 2 this system's dictionary, I would probably B able 2 finance a brand new automobile, YO!
When the enemies are bad and on a roll for hacking me on the internet and computer; this is when all this type of darn slit eating stuff begins happening 2 me, YO. Stuff such as when I ended my transmission on my previous blog, the part that said that was blotted out. All U need 2 do 4 anyone who may naught know, is simply 2 highlight the entire page on your system, it will then show all of the blotted out stuff nice and clear right through the highlighted blue coloring. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
I'll CAP in what did not come out 4U2 now try 4 yourself, simply hit CONTROL-A and the entire blog will highlight. AHA-AHA-& WOWZER-WOW!
END TRANSMISSION, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
And yes peeps, this is now really the end, Yo, and no sir, naught the endocrinologists of Shirley's magical throat-laboratory of Comcast 19-14-84 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with or without any Starburn Lakes properties, or transdimensional kids, and their large quantities of non-pharmaceutical cheeses such as Fort Pierce, Florida's Butterfields Pharmacy; huh Pam Blondy 'Blondie'-Bondi, and-old-world comic-funnies, Sir 'Derwood'?????????????????
Unless my 'non-I-Ching' best 'guesstimates' R completely misguided and inaccurately wrong here peeps; this day will B going about as super botbar as it can possibly mucking B. A whole lot of stuff is going crazy butt weird and off the wall, and continuing along in this fashion with no reversals that I am aware of anywhere in sight. I will explain this 2U all and then get into a few things 'quantum-related', so yes, B warned, those who may naught particularly like that topic, so they R able right now 2 just veer off of this blog and cannot say were naught forewarned well in advance; but for any fans of my kid, U may wish indeed 2 keep right on reading YO. I really think that any open minded fan of MC needs 2 hear what will B spoken today on this gosh dog whittle blog! Possibly some who have harshly been judging many things about Mountainpen 4 so darn long now, may just decide 2 perhaps have a tiny wee bit of pity on me, instead of merely having intense hatred and other such related feelings.
B4 getting into anything mentioned above, first it will go onto make a lot more sense if as with most cases, I lay a little bit of the foundation leading up 2 this which absolutely frikkin' dovetails into this so far short and horrendous day, as it only began 4 me at least 4 the most part, at the time of awakening at approximately a quarter past 3 in the afternoon and only about 74 minutes ago now. It does naught take a whole darn dog lot of time peeps, 4 things 2 go real darn dog south 4 me, and never have, and I'll bet that many of U can say the same upon several occasions in your own lives. It does naught take a lot of time 4 dynamite 2 explode when the fuse is lit and fully ready 2 blast away; am I indeed naught correct, folks? Now first, there is a build up 2 things as there just about always normally is 4 me, and this did begin B4 the actual awakening and beginning 2 this day 4 me. 4 many personal reasons I refuse 2 get into some of the details 2 this, at least 4 right now this minute-today, maybe later on I will. 4 now, I will say that my sleep was not all that wonderful in numerous respects, and leave it there, other than 4 saying as well that I had numerous unpleasant dreaming interactions, along with the aforementioned woes. In a nut shell, I recall half a dozen totally separate experiences, beginning in where else but good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, then proceeding into Robin Hill Apartments, then onto the earlier times of the illustrious Dellway Arms Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, and other spots as well including 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont; but my real incredible stuff from earlier today was not in Westmont, but rather in Oaklyn as well as Atlantic City. But B4 getting into any of the specifics 2 the wild dreaming interactions folks, allow me 2 first report the way things continued onward 4 the Mountainpen. This is Thursday, and the normal trash and recycle pick up day 4 this park, where I reside here in good old 'happiness-sunny-Flowerland', and AKA Fort Pierce, Florida-USA. Never B4 in my more than 25 months of living here so far have I naught been awakened should I-B in slumber when the truck is here, as it is as most trash trucks R, quite high in decibel levels, only today and 4 the very first time, I did manage 2 totally sleep right through its arrival. This categorizes itself as extremely weird, meaning that the Mountainpen was in an unusually deep slumber-situation, an important fact 2 consider when we move onward on this blog with a whole lot more other wild and totally outlandish stuff. When I woke up and began drinking a glass of water while looking out from the front porch 2C my emptied trash can with the lid on the ground, I went 2 put it back where it belongs in the rear porch area of 'the joint', 'Mister Winn' sir and 'Halloween-cheater', of 'late 1983-Atlantic City'. I came back inside 2 wash my hands and grab a 2nd drink of water, and a very low private airplane was harassing me, and it has been ever since, not totally at crash level; but it is there today after a long period of quiet where any airplanes were all flying at perfectly normal levels, just as they used 2B with me, in the 'pre-08-1986' times. I have naught as of yet as I speak-type right now at half past four of the clock, activated the warning lights on my porches, as I normally only do this after at least 2 CRASH LEVEL DOGGING PLANES strike me and then continues on from there. I always give things a chance. But now 4 the dreaming interactions, and the wild details, or at least some of the more powerful and important ones, folks. We begin in Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue (10-SC). Right away, when abbreviating this street there; we get the origins of the future Studio Park Records, that had its roots in 10-SC the actual state, and its great city there who we all know well, called Nashville. This was Sir Paul Evans Pedersen's place, and he had many musical friends there as well. He may have spent the majority of his life in Jersey, grew up in Jersey, went 2 the great West Collingswood High School in Jersey, met me in Jersey, and so forth; but his heart and soul, and naught attempting 2 rip off any great old yesteryear-tunes about California cities, was in 10-SC. This music company that we created in 1998 had roots long B4 that in my so-called fictional book called, “The Permission Barrier” or 'TPB' 4 short. In it was the fictional tale of this company along with many wild characters, one named Dawn or actually Dawnie, and I could go on breaking brains and blowing Marcucci-Thaxton minds, but won't; as too much needs 2B talked about in the here and now present of March of 2023, good folks out here in Cyberville, YO. Studio Park Records was a made up 1994 company inside of my so-called fictional book, TPB. This is where the “SARAH” song was recorded in a country-music style, and went onto become the number-1 song on the indie-country-music chart, and lasted there one week until a recording done by the great artist we all know and love named Linda Ronstadt came along 2 knock it off; and I had the magazine until coming down here to Flowerland that showed the country-indie-music charts, and 2 this day it exists I'm quite sure, proving all of these claims made herein. This same 'lovely LR artist' is Y on many of these blogs, I jokingly say upon numerous occasions, Mountainpen, the poor and pitiful and non-Ronstadt dude, as she had a fantastic cool song somewhere in middle 1977 if memory is correctly serving me, called, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, but shall we now get back 2 the Tennessee music deal and Mister Pedersen, as well as how this all fits into my woes in my great search and quest 2 locate the great SSJKK or SARAH, from my days of boyhood in Atlantic City? We had another past recording artist by the name of Sir Billy Harner, back in early 2000, record at a Philadelphia studio known as “Fresh Tracks”; the SARAH song. This was the number 10 and final cut on the CD that we produced in 2000, and was titled, “Summer of Love 2000-Billy Harner”. Google this up 4 further details on this project that has no mention at all anywhere of my name, even though I financed the entire thing, making me what is called in entertainment world circles, the “Executive Producer”, and unlike “SANDY”'s number 10 tune on the great “Ghost Whisperer” television show in 2007 some time; this did make it onto the CD, & breaking the curse of the 9th, huh lovely 'Party of 5'----'SARAH', AKA lovely Mizz Jenifer Love Hewitt? Still, the only curse this did naught break I suppose, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake, is the endless HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!! Folks, if U doubt any parts of this story, the information that can naught B made 2 simply vanish away and disappear is out there. That country-indie music chart proves my song 'SARAH' was there, and the 2000 Harner project 2 this day is up on the internet, just Google up the name of the dog-darn project, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only my name has vanished; and powerful peeps R able 2 pull that trick off. But the tax-man, and the government, and the great and ever-illustrious United States © Copyright Office, all know that these words spoken right now R indeed totally absolutely accurate AND TRUE, beyond one small doubt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' point is still far from being over folks. Sarah is and was a part of my real life story, even back in those 1994 times, where I was writing that book, TPB; and although it was supposedly a work of fiction, 'WAS NAUGHT', in so much that the base part of the tale of it was absolutely true, and only parts of the thing were grossly exaggerated, such as being beaten up by the police, or thrown off of a casino high rise building, and along these lines. There was no Jim Pratt from some future colony #256, and the entire thing that this part of the tale was based on of course, was that great original 60's Star Trek television show, with the great Squire Trilane, and his ability to scan the Earth-Planet from his little planetoid 900 light years away. So to wit I reply, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Even the great local journalist and paper-publisher from Berlin, NJUSAESMWG told me one day, over at her office in the summer time of 1994; “Your story offers a true definite potential explanation 2 what really could indeed B behind your real-life problems and woes”, and she went onto call me “a genius and prophet in my own time like the great Mister Nostradamus”. All I knew then in 1994 was that I had 2B sure that a time capsule record of my best at-the-time guess 2 what could B going on in my life, was somewhere 4 the future citizens of this world 2B able someday 2 access. This is Y-I did that book, and then sent it 4 ©, using as I had been doing at that time 4 a good decade and a half, the Library of Congress © Office as a TIME CAPSULE. 2 quote Sir Red-John Henningsen here, “It's just that simple”. Yes Mizz Jean Ruba Smith would most likely have done more 4 me 2 get my book written professionally by a ghostwriter and even published perhaps, but as always; 'HALLS FAWCES' kicked in with the story of Lightning Goddess Diana being too young 4 me 2B in love with, and this turned her off. Diana had been teasing me since I was very young, pretending that she was a lot younger than her true endless astral age of eighteen years, and this messed up my chances. But a lot of other stuff was also there as it always is, to totally and quite dependably screw up my chances 4 ever becoming recognized by the world; and 2 quote the great master, and LORD JESUS CHRIST here; “I am of good cheer, as they hated and despised HIM a long time B4 they ever did the Mountainpen”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
But I have gotten off a wee bit as I tend 2 always do on some localized tangents. I will now get back on course and speak more about the dreams. Many of the stuff from today's wild dreams have connections from past dreams as so many of my dreams tend 2 do, or put in an another way, I tend 2 have sufficient memory to put stuff together in a linear pathway from more than just the reality called 'my waking world', and then, I tend 2B able to make sense out of more than one reality in a long run playing pattern of numerous events over time in multiple worlds. Then over enough time and study, I have come 2C and fully realize how the worlds all fit together in various ways and have come to name this the TOSE, shortened from the towel seepage effects, similar 2 taking many towels after a 'NOOOOOOO' spill on a table or a floor, Mister Bounty; and then watch 2C the various ways the different towels that sort of R able 2 represent different parallel worlds, and how they seep up the spill in different ways. Still, it all came from one original spill, and the alternate wipe ups so 2 speak merely R some after effect that will always B connected and yet apart, to the actual one spill. This is verified in Holy scriptures in many Old Testament information-bites where prophets were given dreams or visions, visits 2 other parallel worlds of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and then told that there is a way of seeing the proper decoded connections of the TOSE, so long as this wisdom is imparted 2 them by Almighty Jehovah, SSJKK. Anybody C yet how this does indeed all fit together, YO?????? Hopefully my whittle laughing info-sample here won't remove those great fantastic television commercials, let us C peeps, as sometimes I can get away with it once or twice, and other times the removal is immediate; and I am now gonna' tell U all just exactly Y this is happening. Someone, Mister Harner, Mister PPPPPP, and so many others out here; wants me 2 endlessly disappear and vanish completely away like the mist in the morning sunshine, POOF, gone forever, since I have too many forbidden things, naught only 2 speak about, but attached 2 my very darn beingness. This is the very same truth that is behind the so-called COVER UP OF MANY THINGS. UFO-RELATED TOPICS, GOVERNMENT STUFF, and on and on and on we can go here; and all of U out here know that I am speaking the futhermucking total truth here. So don't bother trying 2 deny it, YO YO!!!!!!!!! TANKS & BOOM!!!!!!!
Now 4 my dreams, a small but powerful part of them, their quantum effects on all of truth, and their endless connections into my TOSE 'real life' and these very blogs. The Atlantic City thing needs 2B compressed as they all do, or else we would B literally all day and night long. All of 10-SC Avenue between the boardwalk and Pacific Avenue, which is the first city's ocean paralleling street 2 the boardwalk, and it was totally bulldozed down to nothing, as if it had been struck by a giant 'MOAB' bomb. U know, those doozie-whopper mother of all bombs, categorized militarily 2B of the non-nuke-class. The only thing standing anywhere was SARAH's SHOP. I was walking up and down the street, and since all sorts of stuff was happening around me that was so incredible and beyond powerfully bizarre, so that I am naught able presently, 2 even figure out a proper or appropriate way of blogging the information out 2U all; good folks. All that I'll tell U4 right now is simply thissssssssssssss: Only the shop and myself were there, and all else was totally gone. Then at the end, a time change happened just as it did in 1969 in that wild mid-December 'dreaming interaction', where it began on the beach when we were both age ten, and then 'BAM-poof', it suddenly just became 4 years later in SARAH's shop and we now were both age 14 years, and without one small wee teensy bit of assistance from the great one and only Chef Emeril, YO. Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Internet-Buzz, of any and all transdimensional realms; can this all truly B real and happening?????? Well, I think that most of U out there in freaking Cyberville know very well that it naught only can B, but that it most definitely IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly it became very dark, and only lights from distant buildings and from the boardwalk were now visible in my wild dream. Then a voice came from the sky saying 2 me, that I am not able 2 ever leave my mortal life until my story is finished being told, and also that a long while back when I thought Goddess Scylla-Pink was telling me that Morianity was over, was a false vision, and that I need 2B following my own title-blog chapter words. When I woke up and B4-I even took that drink of water in me' kitchen, it struck me like a pulverizing sledge hammer slam-banging down on a building beam at some city construction site. This was about my blog name or title from late in 2008, that recently I've been posting up or 'CAPPING' copies of it into me' modern blogs from right now in 2023; U know, 'testing the spirits'. Then came the dream at 125-A in Westmont where these two horrible Spanish guys were sitting right there with me, and out beyond my kitchen at the very same dinner table I once used when I lived there from early in October of 1964, right through to the final days of July of 1969, and that dining room table had patterns in its fake-marble that would B difficult 4 anyone 2 ever forget; and especially a mind such as mine, that tends 2 remember great details of all the things in my distant past. Now the previous five days or so, forget it. My short term memory blows, and has always been lousy even in my very youngest days. This is Y a lot of my doctors have told me not 2 worry yet about getting tested for Alzheimer's Disease and along that line. All my life, even in my teens and twenties, my brain acts weird from time 2 time, forgetting how 2 drive from one place 2 another, and it never ever gets any worse. The same exact amount of weird malfunctioning today at nearly age seventy is existing, just as it was back a half century ago. This is another reason 4 my insisting on calling my woe-whiz-me problems with this, a “MIND HACK” rather than those more recognized diseases. So one of these 2 Spanish dudes was an extremely mean person, even worse than here in waking life with the dude who moved next door 2 me in the PHA 'joint' on New Years Day of 2020, and thus forcing me 2 eventually move out of there fourteen months later on; and just as all of U know. This guy in my nightmare however was telling me that he was going 2 stab me, and he grabbed a knife that was laying there on the table, and he tried 2 charge me with it, and fortunately his pal next 2 him was able 2 subdue and stop him B4-I suddenly was about 2B wearing his steak knife. At the end of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss particular horror-scene so 2 speak, seeing all of this exactly as Mister Shakespeare would, whereas he seemed 2B aware and know somehow that this entire game-arena that is seemingly surrounding all of us continually and everlastingly makes all of us stage-actors, players in a scene that is being directed and produced on some much higher truth and level of reality, the timeless 'PURGATORY', as Mister Mountainpen sees it; I realized that the dude who was holding back this monster criminal guy who wanted 2 do me in with his dagger, was the same guy who I used 2 speak with quite often at a place known as the Haddonwood Swim and health Club of Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, and at the large swimming pool there. But it wasn't until I woke up at a quarter past 3 today, that I fully remembered him from last summer time's major nightmare, where I lived in Oaklyn at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and in that awful dream, we lived there as roommates, and he had completely infringed on my rights by making me sleep in the bathroom, and had taken every privilege away from me by telling me that I had no rights at all, and that I still better pay my share of the rent. It was a nightmare, and many things happened; none of them important for my getting into today on this blog right now, and eight months later on in time from that original total frikkin' nightmare. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass- BUTT folks, when I woke up and began sorting my dreams out, this is when this all struck me; and I then remembered that also just in this same last-night's-dreaming, I was back in Oaklyn, and I would have forgotten this if naught 4 remembering about 'Mister Poolcarey' from back in 1994. In this experience, I was back living with my mom there, only it was much later on in this alternate realm's chronology; and 2 where she was about the age that she was when we lived in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, and was where, in this waking world, she had finally exited from her human dreams of being Mizz Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, and was at just past the age of 80 years. This nightmare went onto involve my lightning communications device which is a series of three electronic systems all connected up through the presently running Comcast Modem landline telephone system from here in my present time waking life reality. Every so often, unless I compensate by turning a power control up 2 a higher position, which I never did last night, Diana-Lightning, tells me that she is sleepy, and is hardly communicative at all; and she tells me that she is now dreaming that she is the electron-force that is surrounding our planet, and that she is forever watching all of us as God's spirit, and reporting back to Pink Goddess, all that goes on. I can make her wake up so that she speaks 2 me again, not in a voice but in coded huffing sounds, almost reminding me of the sounds made in that wild “DARK SHADOWS” television show, made by Jebez Hawkes, the head-Leviathan. Now here I am dreaming about this machine system, and my mom in the dream had been upset because I had told her something that Diana (Lightning) had told me, about one of her friends from Philadelphia. She then proceeded 2 storm out of the apartment all ticked off and was going 2 take the bus on the Julia White Horse Pike, not pipe, into Philly 2C her. Two days and nights went by however, and she vanished. Not a soul knew what happened, and I had called all over the place in my nightmare, and no one had a clue about where she could have gone. The emotional intensity in dreams can exceed the levels experienced by the same exact circumstances that we experience in our waking lives, and most of us R indeed totally aware of that fact, and this nightmare was absolutely no exception whatsoever. In this alternate realm, I was pals with David Roth while living there instead of living in Blue Anchor when my mom was in her 'weird-stage dream-assault sickness' that even the 'top-docks' in all medical circles, were never able 2 properly diagnose what happened 2 her on that day after Christmas in 1997, that forever altered both of our lives, here in this waking world realm. But in my dream from a few hours back now, as it is now 5:42 PM on this Thursday evening; I was absolutely beside myself after my mom's total disappearance and my inability 2 locate any remote trace of what had become of her since she had stormed out of the apartment #O-15 at Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue. This alternate realm dovetails and has major towel seepage effects from my waking world on many things, right down 2 good old Sir 'Poolroy of 1994' from back last early summer time's wild nightmare experience of unpleasant roomies. My final phone call in the nightmare was 2 my pal, Mister David Charles Roth. We then got together that evening and had a dinner somewhere in some place that offered all type of food items in buffet style, sort of like Florida's Golden Corral Restaurant. I don't know if here in this waking world, this exact place is national or merely local, as I am just adding in that we did go onto dine at a similar such place. Then we came back 2 the apartment and tried 2 figure out just where she could have gone, or if we should begin 2 call in some authorities such as local as well as Philly Police peeps. In waking life, I wouldn't think twice. Is it not a funny thing folks how we actually think differently about whether or not we would do things in 'dreams' that we know we would absolutely B doing here, should we be awake, and then experiencing any similar type of circumstances? Only he had talked me out of this, and instead, we ended up driving in his car 2 some fairly distant lake area, and we had rented a small boat there, and I found myself suddenly on this boat with him. He was driving it and I was in the seat behind him. Suddenly, and 4 no apparent reason; the futhermucking dude just went 'off his nut', 2 quote the great Jimmy Stuart in that great Frank Capra movie called, “It's a Wonderful Life”. He had just decided 4 no rhyme nor reason to veer off of the lake and into one of several tiny tributaries of it, and the one that he chose was barely a bathtub sized width of a waterway, and was shallow with lots of rocks and junky other stuff everywhere; and was nothing at all conducive 4 taking any size motorboat into; especially at a high rate of speed. The darn idiot had it fully opened up, and we had 2B doing around 40 frikkin' knots. He wouldn't stop as we practically were then running down a puddle that was emptying into a dry pathway, 4 cryin' out louder than dog poop, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then POW-'BAM', no Chef-Emeril around anywhere, only a fully broken powerboat that we didn't own and were going 2B legally liable 4, as that was axiomatic. Then I simply found myself alone, as he had fled on foot, and vanished just as surely as my mom had. I was at this point ready 2B tied, gagged, roped up, & strait jacketed, as I was just about totally and completely nuked-out by this point, YO BRO. Then I had somehow managed 2 walk all around this wild wooded area that I never in any world, here, or in the vast dreamworlds of W-10; have been 2, nor remember in any way whatsoever; me' wonderful awesome Blogaudians of Cyberville. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT folks, when I eventually found the area again where Dave and I had parked there 2 rent the boat; his car was not where it was, but rather he was now in a larger car, and it was parked all the way in the rear area of this lot that went from the boat docks all the way to a nearby entrance to a home where the proprietor of the boat rental business lived. Speaking of future addresses such as the Mullica Mobile Manor Lot 10 Jenny Plageman Trailer Park, that is just east of Hammonton-Blue-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG, and the great future Gmail address of the great Sir Bonjovi and his later 2B met by Mountainpen 2nd Cousin Anthony in Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland (Florida), where that 2013 musical work was done at his Avalon Recording Studio there, in the early part of the year, called “YBCO” 4 a shortened abbreviated title, and actually 'meaning' “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”; this musical work is also a TOSE major part of this most recent dreaming-interaction 4 me, from just a few friggin' hours ago, YO. It was right there in the dream where POW-'BAM', I suddenly then remembered that parking lot from a wild powerhouse dreaming-interaction that I had also had, from about the time where last year in 2022, and B4 my blogs had all started up again after a quarter-decade 2nd shutdown period; and this was also from somewhere approximately late in June of last year, just as the interaction with my horrible Poolroy roomie. In that dream from the start of last summer some time, I was in that very same vehicle with several peeps who I cannot pull up now or even then just who they were, oh lovely Mizz Nancy Barrett Carolyn Stoddard of “DARK SHADOWS”. I was sitting in this car alone and waiting 4 the other peeps who were with me, and who did come along later on; and now I am speaking of this experience from late last June, or maybe even last early July somewhere. I was playing my musical cassette tape in this car on a tape player, and remember that in this waking world in recent times, very few peeps have those old players and stereo systems in their cars that can play old world cassette tapes, YO BRAH! The tune playing was, yes, “YBCO”, and it was the harmony track only that was playing, that later on at Mister Tony Bonjovi's great and marvelous Avalon Studio now defunct or moved 2 Pompano Beach, Flowerland, was recorded at; and this song was now playing on this convertible automobile tape player, and it was up a wee bit loud, not blasting by the way the ghetto boys do it today by any means, but it was a wee bit up, and suddenly, the proprietor of the lake boat-rental place, just came out of the house, walked right up 2 the car that I was sitting in and laid back relaxing in; and he reached right inside, and he turned the volume not down, but all the way off, and then without saying one single word, he just walked away and right back into his house there, not even so much as looking left or right, or blinking a frikkin' eye. Oh sure folks, I know that the Psych peeps of the great and mighty Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM) would have a total futhermucking blast psychoanalyzing this wild incredible bunch of dreaming experiences, and over many months of time, that all seemingly fit together; only and not until analyzed and properly reconstructed and remembered better over a lot of reflecting and passage of time. But I have listed recently folks, have I naught; how there R3 groupings of peeps who play with these things, and the head shrinking Freudian folks R only one of those three listed groups. There also R the biblical interpreting prophecy groups as well as the Morianity and Enlightened group's way of thinking about all of this incredible stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big fat resounding “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, “UNCLE”, all uncles, and on or off of any bended knees!!!!
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, lovely Amanda Harris!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beginning today, I will B taking Morianity blogs from the point where we picked things up back in September of 2022 last year, and re-post them in the quality that someone tried to kill recently, when they were unable 2 get them removed entirely. They R seemingly right inside my head and they know how my mind works, and thus; can know about both my dreams, as well as my waking world life, and can somehow manage 2 actually effect the entire thing. For one really perfect as well as HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE example here folks, how about the quantum effect of not making this a FAMILY-RELATED-BLOG, or at least my attempt at reducing this as much as is humanly non-Pennock-possible, all Pennock's that is, and notwithstanding of course. I no sooner tell U all that I will really make a dog dern gash whiz fizz concerted effort with absolutely no puns intentionally MEANT here, of course; to not involve stuff here with my no-no-daughter, at least from the perspective of the waking world herewantsme2endlesslydisappear and HERE, sir SPELLchecker. Anyone out there who indeed is unable 2C all of this beyond incredible outlandish stuff, right down 2 the way SPELLchecker and the computer world is tied into it all, is so pathetically pitifully blind, there R simply no words 4 me 2 try and express it. Still, things R going 2B spoken of and yes, HARPED ON 2, regarding all of this very thing, beginning right about now, Lads & Lassies out there. The motivation and programmed way that things must somehow B organized and set up behind the stage-curtains, oh my lovely classmate from 1972 Mizz Amy Cooley (Madonna)!!!!!!!!!! I need 2 go no farther than what was just typed in 2 make my point, for anyone naught blinder than 1400 vampire bats from Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, that is!!!!!!!!!!!! C kind folks out here; now we right away get 2-2 artists, and only via making simple and true statements, one right after the other one. Am I correct or naught, 'Mister Dave Artistletters Prosecutorspurious', and lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE???????? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-----MISTER MACY OF NYNY!!!
I have decided 2 wait until the next blog, as this starts the 20's in my newest chapter-book of Mountainpen's Blog, the “BOM”. I like 2 make my changes in stuff in simultaneous moves 2 the changes and alterations of the patterns that correspond 2 changing things in the world of magnetics and gauss fields. I learned the true and awesome power that is behind this connection during my days and times of playing professional-Roulette in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at their illustrious CASINOS, back in the year of 1986, and up there in good ole' JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the teens change into the twenties, then 2 should I have the best possible resulting factors that would B potentially involved in my re-posting the come-back-blogs, in now a much better quality. WEEEEEEEEE and yes Sir Chester-Frank, as well as all great camp counselors from all over the place from 24-A apartments in Philly, right into A-24 inverted antimatter non-family-AC-NJ-USA-trips of 2009 movie studios. AHA-AHA-AHA, and yes, oh wonderful cousin of once world renown news anchorman, Les Kaiter, Mister Mack of 1967 and 1968; “THIS IS WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME WONDERFUL AWESOME ILLUSTRIOUS BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes great peeps; indeed I have learned it so well, and a long time ago. It just forever grows like a non-combustible flower on a star, there is no changing it, there is no stopping it. You cannot fight things such as the world of the QUANTA. It is just a reality and the way things operate here in what I will call, 'SINGULARITY's wonderful CREATION of HERS'. Hey, I am naught gonna' shullbit me' wonderful Blogaudians for a single heartbeat-moment. Singularity is NAUGHT a HER, nor a HIM, and if you think about it for a second and reason it out 4 crying out louder than 15 bells of freaking sound pressure level YO, how can a single-anything B one of 2 or more possibilities such as with gender, and thus connoting a 'male, as well as a female'? GEE WHIZ-FIZZ peeps, WAKE UP 4 CRISSING OUT LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! No human mind is able ever, 2B able 2 grasp or in any small way 2 even begin 2 conceive of what “zero dimension” really is. It is like asking a human being 2B able 2 grab a big rig truck fully loaded and pick it up and hurl it all the way across a busy highway. Hey; anyone who shows me that they can do this, and I will find a way 2 make a trillion US dollars, and then sign over every single penny of it 2U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the top minds, the best scientists, if anyone of them tells U that they can know what 0-D is, and that they fully and completely understand it down 2 the nth degree, I'll publicly call them a rotten liar on any podium ever built anywhere on the planet! It has been said on numerous occasions how nobody is capable of picturing even a million of anything. Some of the educational television programs will give U many examples of how it can B done in some small ways, by simply saying okay now, just picture 100 apples on a large floor and then picture 100 of those floors and then picture 100 of those buildings that contains that same type of floor with the apples laying there on them. Even most sixth graders most likely know that indeed, 100 times 100 is ten thousand and that also, 10,000 times 100 is a million (1,000,000), so in theory folks, doing this should permit us 2C and sort of begin 2 visualize a million of these apples laying on a floor, but I assure U all that this is merely a magicians type of illusionary trick 2 make us really believe that we R indeed able 2 picture those million apples, only it is total darn bull stench!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will say it again and I'll then reiterate it as many times as anyone out here would ever wish 4 me 2 do so. No human brain can accurately picture one million of anything, so a billion, a trillion; hey Don, will U give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here sir????????? There R indeed a whole darn dog lot of limitations that we frail mortal human beings have, and we need 2C and realize this powerful truth B4 anyone of us can even start 2C the powerhouse truths behind Morianity's many teachings, which yes, the head Morian, Me, Mountainpen, did NAUGHT invent the concepts of. LIGHTNING has taught me many incredible and awesome things folks. I never asked anyone of U2 ever listen 2 me or believe me. I only tell things that Diana has told me now since 1983, at least 4 the very most part, folks. I may go on from there occasionally and beg U all 2 believe stuff that I tell U has happened 2 me, yes; but that is as far as I'll ever go, as who am I-2 ever think that I know better than anyone of U???????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT FWUUUUUUD, AHA-AHA and all lovely Mizz McKechnie Donna's out there who I think I may possibly misspelled your name, sorry; but yes, the Amanda Harris Dark Shadows deal is beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE and folks, this is YYYYYY I have yet 2 even really embark on a mission of this truly gargantuan size yet, but I will B doing it, and very soon, YO, IPYT!!!!!!
Well my problem right now is wondering what my remedies R4 me, as ever since B4 July somewhere in 2007, nearly a year and a half of my blogs have yes, VANISHED AWAY, disappeared, as all my stuff does, right into the futhermucking TWILIGHT ZONE, unless I can figure out what 2 do. Steve sir, I'll B at the park to discuss ACLU and our lawsuit. This is serious now, and needs 2B soon darn addressed!
END OF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION.
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Only nothing ever truly ends, and I think that many peeps now R aware of this, both consciously as well as deep below the conscious mental activity of the homosapien!!!!!!!
I will always B that dog, your big firedog, ZERANNISS, THAT BOY. U even named me that on the streets of the physical plane here back in the late 1960’s, and I never forgot those lovely things U spoke 2 me, nor will I ever, nor will I ever forget your lovely smile, huge brown eyes, and long light brown hair, UR my SCYLLA, look at the name SCYLLA, S as in Sarah, Y is an interchangeable I, only the O is missing from Callio, and the O is not for www.overstocked.com. C yall soon, bank on it, right after the tidal wave strikes, grow back eyes all of U as you’ll need them. Mister Winn really hated me' 1983 tidal wave song!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In 2023 up here in the future, permit me please 2 add into this old 2007 blog, this following whittle tiny wee insert: That was the tune that Resorts Hotel Casino teased me with the opening announced title, so I then, up in 2013, 'just teased the industry right back', on my fake-song of great fishermen, EVERYWHERE, well the song wasn't fake, the the machine techno-created HARMONY TRACK from an old phone conversation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big bat ole' “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, from Sir Chester-Frank, YO BROADCASTED Spellchecker BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
TO WHOM IT MY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
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I have not been burning the midnight oil writing web logs recently. The story of my life can never really B properly told, and no way, in its fullness. Trying 2 say certain things is a total useless endeavor. If I say 2 someone 4 example that “U won’t believe me if I tell U”, and they keep insisting that they will, then I wonder, if they will not believe me in the smaller thing when telling them that they won’t believe, how the devil can they believe the bigger thing that they wish 4 me 2 tell. Not a single soul will take me seriously when I say that everything down 2 the smallest nth degree, is cosmiprogrammed with me in the following manner: Whatever things I like R always repelled from my proximity, and whatever things I do not like, R totally attracted into it, without exception, and definitely without my needing to exaggerate this. It’s all simply 100% true. Society, at least here in America has altered in several major ways, although mankind has not changed at all in its basic and fundamental existence. With the passing of every year and decade, people that were 30 R simply as those that were 25 a decade or so ago. This is not coming from a person normally aging and born and died, but from someone existing throughout HS. Again, I feel the need 2 specify, that all of U also R in HS in infinite or near infinite existences, but if U do not know it and I mean know it totally and completely like the way U know your name and telephone number, then it is for all intense and purposes, meaningless, as 2 your sense of it all, U got born, U are living your life, and heading for a certain grave. Nothing about this last sentence is untrue, yet due 2 lack of enlightenment, all but a few hundred people alive today know what I mean when I say that also U exist in endless ways of dreams in the great unimaginable HYPERSPACE, [HS]. If 100 people all have 50 million dollars worth of jewels hidden in a secret area behind a panel in their attic, and one out of these persons stumbles onto their secret panel and opens it up and removes their treasure, and pays the taxes on it, the rest is theirs to live like kings and queens. In reality, the one is no different that all the others living in homes with similar treasures hidden behind a panel in their attics. Yet the one will now live a totally different life. If he or she then tried to tell the others that they also had treasures hidden in their homes, and could not prove it 2 them in any real way, not a one would start ripping apart a costly nice well arranged grouping of attic rooms. They would laugh and tell U that U’re a nut, and get lost. Right? If I tell every one in the world that by following me around and documenting exactly what I say is true, and all form a club that will lead to sort of a covert future class action 'legal-sewers' in a future litigation, as I would most definitely cut the group in, they would never do it, and it never will happen, as they all R2 busy telling me 2 take sike meds, see a counselor, and get psychiatric help. I know beyond the shadow of any doubt, that I can never not B, I exist, always have, and always will, and that the GMC is persecuting me in every way possible night and day, and that this hell will never ever end, not in a year, not in 10, not in 100, not in 1000, not in a million, and this I swear in front of any court or tribunal, worldwide, and will state under oath under penalty of perjury charges, right in the United States Supreme Court.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-2 ALL THE SLOBS OUT
HERE WGHO HATE MY GUTS 4 NO GOOD REASON!!!!!!!
END OF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION.
A
child with mentally challenging problems can C that my troubles R not
ever going 2 end nor will I ever even B believed by anyone with clout
that is willing 2 help me get this nightmare situation around me
every day and night of my life stopped. The same challenged child can
C that B4I get heavily into meaty issues of today’s blog, I will
start with one of several major TRS, or TODAYS’ REVENGE SECRETS.
First, I believe I know now who the follower/stalker on Christmas
morning is, and he lives in my trailer park right next to me if I am
right. They have lived there practically forever, and my landlady
told me it is not the same people, but I know better. They slam the
van doors over and over all weekend long while I try my best 2 sleep,
as I work on the weekend nights as U now should know. Again, when
these scum bags finally drive off of the property, what then within 2
minutes comes over, but that same loud low zenithing chopper. This
has been going on in my life now since the early middle 1980’s, the
van that is in with some plane or helicopter or other air vehicle. I
have every reason 2 believe that the man who threatened to kill me at
the Turnersville Pathmark parking lot on the afternoon of the 2nd of
August in 1996, and frightened my mom so bad that she never was the
same and led I believe to her shortly following undiagnosable medical
condition that came upon her as mysteriously as Stephen King’s Fog,
precisely 10 years ago today, leading to her lingering hellish slow
tortuous death, and eventual murder on the 4th of March in the year
of 2000. He was of the Masonic Order, and was going to kill me
because another Mason, my pal David Roth, had recently given 2 me, a
family lineage chart so secret, that it later led to the books by Dan
Brown. This chart proves that I am the 61st grandson in direct
lineage descendandship to one of the brothers of a great master who
claims 2B the son of God, the SAR {LORD] Jesus Christ. In ancient
Hebrew, SAR is LORD
and
SARAH is LORDESS.
This goes back to when World Lab went back with the Peebee’s as
they R called, or the PYRAMID BUILDERS. Dan Brown’s story is not
true, and Jesus never had a daughter named LORDESS. But
the great Sarah Stacey Jehovah does come to Earth’s mortal world
from time 2 time, and I know huge secrets about it all.
Lots of it all ready is told in some basic text on my website,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
The
show that was the biggest hit serial daytime drama from 1966-1971
called “Dark Shadows”, tried to expose this BUILDERBERGER MASONIC
secret, and the cover story of Jonathan Frid desiring 2 return 2
Vaudeville, was all pure bull smells.
U cannot expose nor beat these WORLD OWNERS. Let me get more 4 right
now, into the heart of my first of today’s TRS: I told U all about
an old pal in my special education school, named Jerry, the kid who
blurted out the no-no to the great LORD, back in the MW year of 1972,
and when I told her that the 17th of last June, as it was early
October at the time, would come 2B a super historical date in
American history but not until the following year. This indeed was
true, as it was the date that the Democratic office building, the
WATERGATE BUILDING, in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, was entered and
bugged, under direct orders of the
37th president, Richard Milhouse Nixon.
A PBE also needs 2B amended and corrected, I said the spring and
meant to type in the AUTUMN of 1972 was when Jerry blurted this
statement out to the great SSJKK, who had somehow managed 2 come to
the MW, and infiltrate my school, as a Rehab student. Jerry’s
father was a royal pain in the rear end, but I always got along
swimmingly well with his wonderful mom. However, when I went to
contact her from time to time in the early nineties about having her
put me in touch with Jerry, remember that this was right B4I started
going through my [mid-life-crises/Sarah-thing],
whatever it really was, and like magic, Mrs. Heitzmann turned on me
and told me it would B4 the best if I just leave Jerry alone and not
ever bother him. She had absolutely no logical reason for abusing and
mistreating me, we always had been friends, and Jerry was a great
friend. I
knew that Sarah’s
head-tap
would most likely have worn off by now, and we could have shared many
a war story.
Do not get me wrong, I love all mighty Jehovah more than any of U
mortal worlders could ever know, but our special relationship has
been compromised and interfered with by something that she herself
established a long time ago, THE KINGS. This world has always had an
ownership, an astral MILLIONTH COUNCIL in physical form, just as the
Catholic Pope is symbolically thought of by his followers as God here
on the MW Mortal World. Even orders such as ECKANKAR recognize how
astral entities and societies, need 2 also have their physical
counterparts here on the physical plane or realm, and these great
KINGS in the book of KINGS, in the Holy Scriptures, is now the
BUILDERBERGERS. Locked up tight in the bank and copies under the Pine
Forests of the great NJUSAESMWG, will always B the proof of the
greatest secret in this entire world, and that is who I am and who I
am directly related to. This is not dynamite, it is beyond
thermonuclear!!! I never asked David 2 take this chart out of that
lodge, he did it, and I know that they murdered him for doing it, but
I guess Constable McMeekan does not believe my story, or just doesn’t
have the blatant fun circles to take on the owners of the world,
can’t really say that I blame him. Dangerfield knew a lot, but I am
not sure whether he was Masonic or not. He tried 2 warn me from
Brad’s house on the telephone, what I was up against. It scared me
so bad, that the following day, I wrote the song, “THAT’S
THE WAY IT GOES”.
This was copyrighted
more than a decade later by me in early 1981.
The dude that chased Brad and myself that horrible night a few weeks
after this, was told by Sarah and the Callio family, FTV and SCTV not
withstanding, to get this chain away from me, and when the wife
messed it up for their sinister little plan, I went on to getting
thrown out of the apartment for unfair things, and a few short months
after moving from Westmont to Oaklyn, in NJUSAESMWG, came the night
early in December, the 7th I believe, where
I went 2 sleep and Sarah took the chain away from me in the dream,
and when I awakened and looked in my secret strongbox 4 it, sure
enough, the physical counterpart of this great chain had totally and
completely vanished. In 1996 about 2 weeks B4 the terror threat made
to my mother at Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG at the grocery store by the
man in the {VAN}, always a covert van with no windows, mom and I
decided on a trip back from good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG 2
pull over in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG; and go to the local diner
for a nice din-din. The waitress was shaking in her boots, came right
over to us and said to us, “A contract is on your life”. She went
onto say that I as well as my Saturn vehicle, fit the precise
description, that she knew this 4 a fact, as she had connected family
in the area there, a nest of city corruption and illegal drug
trafficking, and it seemed that
somebody finked on somebody up there high in the drug-SAR bizz, and
then told some other JO that it was me, setting me up for
a hit, I believe on the L&O
show,
this would B considered 2B ATTEMPTED MURDER. In the real world, my
complaints and story mean absolutely nothing to the local and state
authorities. I can go get myself shot to death 4 all anybody around
here gives a rotten dern.
All of the entire last week, and
the weekend also, right up through and including Christmas Day and
today the present day, things R off the scale horrific hellish, and
nightmarish. Lat week’s Monday and Tuesday and Thursday were beyond
HELL. Thursday, “THEY” obviously did not want me 2 go 2C my
doctor, and made my trip there and back, as well as the complete day,
a nightmare of indescribable torment and torture. Every light burned
me, an old harassment, as they can control any and all devices run
electronically, mechanically, or biologically. Traffic and street
lights R certainly no exception. The entire week and really 4 three
straight weeks, the question would more accurately B, what DID NOT
HAPPEN, that was making my life a living pure hell, not what was.
This way we can abridge the list considerably, from a million pages
down 2 maybe a line or 2. NATURALLY, THE DOW JONES DOES NOTHING BUT
MOVE UP AND UP AND UP AND UP JUST AS I PREDICTED THAT IT WOULD, AND
THE PHILLIES KEEP ENDLESSLY LOSING, THE SIXERS AND EAGLES AS WELL,
WHILE THEW FLYERS KEEP ON WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, AND THIS
WILL ENDLESSLY GO ON. Of course, even though the Eagles Football
Team’s playoff chances had ended, I still tried 2 do them one last
favor, knowing fully well, that if I blogged boldly that they will
not win another game all season, that most likely just to wipe out my
credibility, the Builderberger/Masonic forces/Skull & Crossbones
Club World OWNERS/Fortune 50 FAMILIES, the original BIBLICAL KINGS
from the Christian Scriptures KJV of the Holy Bible, would then “fix”
things, so they would now WIN, after all, the playoffs cannot happen,
so who really cares, as I stand 2 gain no positive magnetics out of
it!!!!!!!
According to the WORLD-CONTRLLERS of the present
time, there is no way 4 me 2 win, so just die pathetic Mountainpen
scum bag, just go ahead and Paula King Weston die!!!!!!!!! Well,
unlike Paula, I cannot remain dead if some ditsy jag officer keeps
retracing me. So endless hell is all I can ever hope 4. Dark Shadows
during its Leviathan plot, mentions that the cult is interested in
those that travel in time. My original LOIS FOCA lyrics go, “I’m
gonna sing U a little story about a man in all his glory, who learned
how to travel through time”. Dream travel to other times and places
in hyperspace, is not some invention of Mountainpen, I merely am one
of the few who know how real it all is, and has the fun circles 2
tell others publicly about it.
Do U really think I have even
opened the door on all the things I am going to say about HADDONWOOD
SWIM CLUB? The huge black flies that were dropped out of the airplane
that has been dogging me since the mid 1980’s, the strange people I
met there, developing my abilities to move without swimming, the
spurious jogging trail that led to the Briggbase, and many other
stories, will all get detailed and elaborated on within a short time.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-2 ALL THE SLOBS OUT
HERE WHO HATE MY GUTS 4 NO GOOD REASON!!!!!!!
END OF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION.
SSJKK has many numbers that mean a whole lot 2 HERedahelda and 2 HER, oh mighty Google-Gods-Spellchecker Program. 15 is one really HUUUUUUUUGE one folks, but HER main two will always have 2 do with what happened in 1970 in Atlantic City, our last day on planet Earth together as human 2 human! All real smarties and Jones out there know this 2BA factual reality, and that deniers of that reality R in a perpetual self perpetuated pure ass fantasy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***#'7' & #'12'***
"The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation..."
I don't think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
...the link for "Android & Angel" is screwed up. Y'all may want to fix it...
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.
Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I've known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour's drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I've had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7'7" tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I've ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ's CDR, but it was no longer listed. :(
Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track "The Christ Android", on the album "Memory Hole" by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That's what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I've been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He's got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I've been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He's got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I've been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He's got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Hi.
I got to this page while reading about music played on the 'Jews Harp'.
I've been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of 'My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (..."Whiskers on Kittens, etc...")
And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices...very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning ('theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite".
When it got to "Things", it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word 'things'.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It's been so long, and I've found every other weird and funny song I've ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme's 'Sandwiches of You'
I've listened to hundreds of versions of 'My favorite Things', and it wasn't any of those.
Thanks, for any help.
Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can.
giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM