MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 014

EARLY SUNDAY EVENING, MARCH 12, 2023

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION----6:22 POST MERIDIAN, daylight savgs.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, & AKA THE-'BOM'

United States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment: part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment: part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

[I CORRECTED THE SPELLING ABOVE ON MY TWO MUSIC TITLES].

The great illustrious © Office still has the misspelled copy on file

to endlessly remind the world how rotten-speller-Mountainpen

screwed up those words back in 1988 and 1989, YO.

As you know, my stupid 2012 Walmart Desk-top cum-puke-her REFUSES 2 EVER ALLOW A SAVINGS TIME SETTING, so if I look at the time on it during savings time parts each year, and if I forget 2 add an hour 2 the display on the screen-monitor; then I am an hour slow when I give a time. My ROKU-TV totally sucks. I do naught plan 2 remain with thisssssss crappy junky thing. It will bring my COMCAST CABLE bill back to the 170 dollar amount again as opposed 2 right now between the landline phone, the cheap internet and the mobile service all combined and totaled minus the thirty dollar government plan that won't B in place forever anyway, and I am paying a monthly fee of approximately $65.00. Peeps, 4 an additional 100 bucks, I will B getting all of my goddessdog channels back, and I HATE STREAMING, it is nothing but annoying trucking total ass GARBAGE, as far as I'm frikkin' concerned, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've had it. This streaming junk is all politically controlled on the side of the grand old party and AKA the garbage-on-puke, by the MOUNTAINPEN; it freezes a lot, quits working properly over and over until resetting itself, is unreliable and undependable, is more involved with my SPAMM-ENEMIES straight from beyond the gates of DOGTOWN and the DOGTOWN BRIDGE on the ASTRAL PLANE (timeless purgatory), and the biggest frikkin' kicker of all, it is nearly impossible 4 me 2 receive any decent news service that I can reasonably depend on. Hey, sports can interfere with news especially on weekends even with CABLE-CHANNELS, BUTTTTTTTT, 'BUTterCHEESE', and bit-ass BUTT but folks; it beats the DOGTOWN (HELL) out of the streaming and ROKU garbage on puke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will B switching back most likely around the beginning of next month (APRIL-2023), as I've futhermucking HAD IT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!

The nightmares that I experienced when I went 2 sleep today at around nine or so this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning peeps, were monstrous, horrendous, and beyond Dogtownish times ten 2 the mathematical exponent of ten-million. I again was living back in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, at 4^th and Preston Streets in Voorhees Township, in New Jersey-USA-ESMWG. In the waking world, I lived there from the 1^st day in May of 1980 at half past one in the morning, when I drove home from the recording studio laboratory job at Recorded Publications at 1100 State Street and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in the illustrious Camden, NJUSAESMWG; and I moved out of there 2 escape that nightmare mucking evil gal-pal of Mizz Debbie Blondie-Harry, the “PLAYBOY BUNNY”, on the 1^st day in February in the year of 1983, a period of time just exceeding two and one half Earth-annum-periods, or (years). In this dream, an endless swarming invasion of HUUUUUUUUGE cockroaches were all over the entire place, and when I attempted to hit them with either my fist or a shoe or something such as that; it was as if some invisible super annoying force was moving my hand and causing me 2 intentionally miss the target every single goddessdarn time, and annoying the total runt slapping Dogtown out of me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE. But a whole Dogtown og a lot more hellishness was ongoing 4 me in this incredible wild nightmare nocturnal interaction sometime early this afternoon B4 being able 2 wake myself up out of it around half past 2 of the rock chucking clock, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It involved numerous things, the largest one being the RUDY-1995-DREAN-STUDY SYNDROME, as I've called this at least 2 myself,ever since the middle 1995, while I was residing at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NJUSAESMWG. This is back when I first began 2C and fully realize how when we try and analyze our dreaming interactions very seriously, it immediately gains a quantum effect where the very notion of doing this then goes further on into a continually effecting result of ever-new dreaming interactions, such as my discussing on a tape one day in 1995, how time is rarely a significant factor in our dreams, then pow; the Rudy dream of a bright clock with brilliant red LED displays of the time somewhere one evening around a wee bit past seven, came along the very next night 4 me. I have recently on the previous several blogs now, been telling all of my Blogaudians that a PATTERN HASLONG BEEN ESTABLISHED IN MY DREAMS that pertain 2 peeps in my dreams, discussing their careers, not directly 2 me, however within my clear earshot, 2 other folks, and twice just since the year of 2008 now, the folks were the press/pops reporting entertainment-news, and the person in both those cases happened 2B my own Mz. Hollister HH offspring with one time being musically pertinent, and the one from just a few days back now in present 2023 times, involved a movie career. Now comes last night's wild experience where this lovely young lady about age twenty-eight years give or take a couple, and whom I do in fact know of from waking world reality, Mizz Carolyn Stoddard; and whose name escapes me, but I think she played a part in one of the 'Law & Order' television shows that were made back sometime early this century. Suddenly I became aware that she was from the DA's Office,like Mister Wirtz Senior was, and this thing whatever it was all appeared 2B involving Mister James Burr. I remember quite distinctly thinking 2 myself in this wild dream that at any second,she will begin2 go into lots of details about her law career, as I was just discussing this topic from somewhere but since it was in the waking world, my dreaming-doppelganger (double) was unable 2 successfully pull that part of the information up. She not only never did what I expected her 2 do however, but she refused 2 even say so much as one single word in the entire experience. All she did was knock at my door of the apartment,enter into the small foyer area, and stare at me with a blank expression on her face as I continued 2 ask her one question after another. This dream does go on a while, but the entire thing was very nightmarish despite my telling it so far in story form exactly as it actually did happen 2 me, and most likely because emotions that I was experiencing due 2 past history and very unpleasant similar events that happened 2 me in my life, were what made the nightmare so hellish, and not just the events but my emotional reactions 2 them. Now folks, just Y does the dream-realm seem 2 have a most definite quantum effect as what I've now described, U may B wondering? Well, isn't the answer really quite simple after remembering that Morianity now sees the DREAMWORLD 2B what it TRULY IS, THE SPEED OF LIGHT TIMES THE SPEED OF LIGHT, and AKA by Trekkers (Star Trek fans), WARP-10. The mathematical equation is a C followed by a small raised #2, the C stands for CONSTANT, as the velocity of the photon or LIGHT is scientifically known as the constant, and multiplying it by itself is the sane thing as 'squaring it'. We will of course go right on delving deeper and deeper into all of this, as more and more blogs follow onward. 4 right now, we R gonna' end thisssssss!!!!!!

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Now I am going 2 vely quickly just say this one wee thing, Bob McDowell ole' 1972 Cooley Hall pal, and all other great Blogaudians out there in Cyberville: I do a lot of trial and error things as I have yet after 17.2 years of blogging, found in 'real life' one other blogger. There simply is nobody 2 ask or talk 2 about how 2 properly work things. 4 a short time, one lady at my local library was able 2 do a few things 2 improve my blog, and as soon as I started home-blogging, right away I noticed that I have LOST MY LARGER PRINT that I like 2 have displayed on my blogs. If only 4 my own self with very poor eyesight, I like 2B able 2 easily C and read me' words, YO, and everyone else seems 2 enjoy reading crappy crumby tiny rotten font-print on the entire internet, and 4 reasons that totally elude and escape the poor ole' freaking MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try everything, print size, font type, even my old trick of pasting the few things that do show up at BDC in large size back 2 my word dock page and then just going into the middle of it and start typing, later on deleting out the old beginning and then going on from there, but rarely if ever does anything work 4 me that allows me a nice big-word printing on the BLOGGER DOT COM (BDC) WEBPAGE!!!!!!!!!

I have had a lot of trouble on these blogs, and with posting them up to the 'BDC' web-site, in various ways and 4 quite some time now folks. Most likely this will post up in the same rotten tiny print. I am eventually going 2 find a professional blogger 2 show me what I need 2 do if I have 2 spend a lot of my $$$$$$$ advertising in a newspaper 4 help.

[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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[ 3 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

PAu003351785

2007

YEAH, MARK AND SARAH AREN'T THE ONLY TWO THAT KNOW THE DICTION, RIGHT WALMART? SUDDENLY I BEGAN SEEING ALL KINDS OF NIGHTMARES, WAY AFTER 1970 HAD ENDED, HUH FCC OLD PAL, BOB COOLEY WORMHOLE MCDOWELL? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-AND SUPER HYPER-TIME-WOW, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy. Thisssssssssssssssssssssssss is totally frikkin' WEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!

[ 3 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

PAu003351785

2007

WOW did this get me into trouble, naught once but frikkin' TWICE. First when I was STOPPED from titling the musical project the SORIAN-18 GUARDHOUSE, and then again just last year in 2022 and 15 years later since the thing was copyrighted © when the HALLS FAWCES did all they could 2 get me thrown off of the BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE AND YES SIR SPELLCHECKER, COMmacassi PILOTS, HYPERspace TRANsdimensional DAUGHTERS, ALL NAUGHT WITHSTANDING HERE, PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

BYE-BYE all, 4 now, C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!

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Monday, September 29, 2008

REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY

‘REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 093008.003.55 ----- Beginning:

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

BTAT--CHAPTER 0019

BTAT-CHAPTER 0019

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Blog start time: twenty past one P.M.

January of 2023 has been a nightmare on steroids and I doubt that devil year of two divided by three written as 2/3 and 23 as in 2023 this year, has lived up to its full potential SAFET stuff with nothing whatsoever left out and missed. The present day and yesterday were a major back off from the entire January-all-out-firestorm on Mountainpen by the MISOE, but I am still on major full scale RED ALERT times thirty seven septillion to the exponent power of thirteen hundred million. I will not forget this month of 1-23, Diana-lightning-Privecode coded or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm!!!!!!!!

FOLKS, THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel

MOUNTAINPEN DUDE IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

With no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

END TRANSMISSIOM.

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

I BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSIOM here in Fort Pierce, FL-USA, on Sunday, March 12, 2023

There R many things in my life as well as yours, that have little 2 no rational logic behind them, and especially as we go deeper into the other parts of ourselves, that Morianity has labeled the 'Toby-Couch' deep 5-D hyperspace. But without going into researching all of the numerous Y's to our strange dreaming circumstances folks, I am going 2 examine and explore something with my own perhaps unique and perhaps naught so much; patterns, that involve the numerous interdimensional characters that I have seemingly been interacting with in my slumbers since just the middle nineteen-nineties, and coming up now on approximately three decades of chronological human existence. B4 doing this, allow me first please 2 get just a wee bit into three various types or ways in which this analysis naught only can B done, but also, the three groups of people doing this. I'll begin with those three groups. First there were the biblical prophets, and those who penned the Christian Holy Words (BIBLE), and yes, I screwed up AGAIN, as I do so darn often, in a recent blog; saying dreams and prophecies mentioned in the bible, and saying NEW Testament rather than OLD, as it should have been said-typed, and which of course is correct. Prophecy through dreaming (TOSE) in BIBLICAL terminologies, would B the first of these three groups. The second group would B the psychoanalyzing of our dreams and based for the very most part on Freudian psychology, as well as similar 2 Freudian type of analysis. Finally, the 3^rd TOSE and grouping of folks who R using this, would be MORIANITY, and believing the basic premises and doctrines taught in Morianity of “nothing ever just simply happens, nor 4 meaningless purposes, and also nothing of neutrality ever exists on this physical plane of human waking world so-called life of decoded waves and particles via having an electrified-active human brain”. In other words, nothing positive and good just comes because of our so-called good human natures, but rather due to a good (angelic) cosmic force from the Purgatory, having its effects upon us, and concentrically; nothing negative and bad just comes because of our so-called evil human natures, but rather due to an evil (demonic) cosmic force from the Purgatory, also having its effects upon us. This is sort of the basic as well as summed-up if you will, belief systems and doctrines of my MORIANITY, should it truly ever become a recognized Earthly-religious system in this 3^rd Millennium. As with all things on my BOM-BLOGS, I can spout off on what I've merely now opened up, 4 days and days B4 coming 2 a proper concluded rant and speech here peeps; but I will wrap up 4 right now so that I can get back to my current topic of patterns 2 my dreams in so far as the characters within them, and providing I don't get the lovely “Dark Shadows” fictional Character too excited here, with gorgeous Mizz Nancy Barrett playing the part of that awesome blond, Carolyn Stoddard. That statement on that great 60's television soap-show, made by her, while talking about dreams to the dude named “Adam”, the Frankensteinian created man from a laboratory experiment, and where she said 2 him that in our dreams, the dream-characters do not know we R dreaming about them, and cannot relate 2 our dreams; and she also said 2 him how sometimes we R dreaming with people who we know from our waking world lives, while other times, we R with people whom we do naught know, oh lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE! All of this must B carefully taken into consideration B4-I truly can get into my topic at hand 4 this blog today. Now, it is time 4 me 2 proceed onward here, and I want 2 get into my most recent dream in a parallel world Atlantic City, where I was at the King Parking Lot 4 the casino bus tour buses 2 park in, owned by the latengrate Mister John King; and who I jokingly refer 2 as having the mythical middle name of either Romano, or Hose, and recently as 'Romanohose'. The reason should B totally obvious 2 any loyal Morian, and follower of these numerous BOM-BLOGS, that have now been an ongoing project 4 just over 17 and one sixth years of human realm chronological planetary solar revolutions, and AKA years or annums. The reason and yes, the MEANING OF all of thisssssssssssssss is really quite simple and totally obvious, staring anyone with half a brain cell above their throats, right in the face like a gorgeous naked lady standing in front of a horny teenaged boy. It is JUST THAT SIMPLE, and 4 those unable to properly process it, I will discuss it nice and simple, bit by bit; 2B sure that you all get it, naught just great musician dad's, all of them everywhere; only in this particular case, I refer 2 the man in the “Ghost Whisperer” television show's 2^nd season and 7^th episode, if my memory is operating half accurately here. Yes, speaking of memory; I now realize that it was naught called the Cressmont Shopping Center, that houses that casino bus-tour delicatessen place called “Herman's Deli”, and it is something more along the lines Woodcrest, as that may B the correct name. It seems that I'd forgotten its exact name, sorry folks. It is that shopping center that is right there on Route 561, just east of the 295 highway, and where the Comcast Cable Company is or at least was, while I was living in my '20^th century New Jersey' days. The cable place was just north, and down a sharp embankment from the Route-561 road, and was total hell 2 get in and out of during any times of heavy major traffic. I made a big deal out of this place because of so many COINCIDENTAL things. Comcast being right there a couple stones throw from Herman's Deli, that is if U happen 2B a top baseball playing pitcher, like that 1987 dude that lightning in her human form was dating. Then, we have those weird numerous McFly-Auto-circuit insertions being placed into my Pontiac Bonneville, every time I would park there 4 several hours at night 2 go on a casino bus tour. Then we have my mom and her famous walk when we were living back in Somerdale late in the year of 1997, where she is telling me about her walk, and some experiences while on her walk; and then she just suddenly said 2 me, right in the middle of telling me stuff from the waking world; “And then I dreamed”, and then so on and so forth. She continued on from there until I just flipped out and totally blew up, in a royal fit of total non 'Richard-Karpf-anger'. And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how 'COMCAST' fits into so many things with me, we can take the wild solid decade of persecution and total rotten service while living at the PEEHA BUILDING 4 literally a solid darn decade of time, we have that phone number promotion they did shortly after my sending my 29^th MUSICAL © COPYRIGHTED PROJECT, 2 the Copyright Office with the phony-fake harmony track on the title track song titled, “YBCO”, with the 4 digits following the area code, and then 3-digit designation, ending in 14-84, as in my daughter's physical age in the year of 19-84. We then have the really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE clinker here 2 peeps. Who out here remembers that incredible interaction from back around the time that lovely Mizz 'PILL MILL HATER PAM BONDI', IMHO at least; conspired with my distant cousin Sir DJT; 2 suddenly remove me from my 4Mg of Ativan, or its cheaper generic medication called Lorazepam, that I faithfully had been taking this 28 milligram weekly dosage since the late summer time of the year of 1983, and placed on it by my 'at the time' family physician, the great Doctor Frank Addiego, of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG? While I was typing this previous paragraph about the mighty illustrious ENTERTAINMENT-WORLD-GIANT, Sir COMCAST COMPANY; a major gigantic and super hyper-time HUUUUUUUUGE CUM-PUKE-HER HACK happened. Suddenly an entire row that filled my entire lower screen-monitor with COMCAST dialogue boxes, just poofed on. The word document vanished, and this row of Comcast E-mail Account rectangular boxes popped on. After a minute or so, the entire row all magically futhermucking commingled into one of them, and then it all just finally went off. Nothing was lost on my word-document, and blog; thank the goddessdog GODDESS-PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, who out here wishes 2 insist 2 me right here and right now, lovely “L&O”-TV-show Lieutenant Anita VanBuren, that thisssssssssss was just “ANOTHER MERE FRIKKIN” CO-INK-EE-DINK, YO YO YO???? 'or (coincidence)' Now I would tell U that this event occurred at precisely 2:27 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning folks, but in case UR naught ready 4 the MARCUCCI-THAXTON-'1969 MIND BLOW' OF ALL HISTORY, & YOUR ENTIRE LIVES, ME' GWATE WONDERFUL BLOGAUDIANS OUT HERE; as you know, this is now Sunday the 12^th day of March, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass butt-BUTTERCHEESE STARBURN LAKES in transdimensional Pennsylvania states in the great hyperspace-USA; and speaking of my incredible daughter (PINK GODDESS), was it really 2:27??????? R we naught now in the brand new spring-forward DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME?????????? WOW YO, does this naught 'MEANingless' and mean Sir 'SpellchECKER', that this really happened at precisely 3:27, or my daughter's BD???????????????? WOW-COMCAST, what RU gonna' do 2 the Mountainpen next, YO???????????? Let's try now and get back on 'pernt 'here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I truly think that I'll B discussing thisssssssssssssssssss event and referring 2 thisssssssss event 4 a vely vely vely LONG-LING-LANG-HICKEY-HOCKEY TIME NOW FOLKS, and probably for decades 2 come, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; as this is about as magical as shullbit gets for the goddessdarn Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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, back now 2 the pernt, Sir Archie 'AITF-TV-show'-Bunker: Thisssssssssss was my fault folks just as so many times, things indeed R. I had forgotten 2 remove my internet connection plug from the COMCAST-MODEM. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWZER-WOWZER-WO. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Frank Capra, and all great fantastic transdimensional movies of yesteryear:

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

Anyone out here who thinks this is all in my imagination is beyond pathetic themselves 4 being so blind or perhaps better said here, so willfully ignorant!!!!!! Now back 2 my dreams, and yes, this is all leading up to the ROMANOHOSE DREAM of 2008, and typo-error'd or naught, back in recent late-2022 blogs; that horse trough and hose in that 2008 dreaming-interaction all stemmed from what happened in September of 1996 at King's Parking Lot, only naught the one on 10SC Avenue right near the boardwalk and right next door 2 McGuire's BOTBAR-BAR and Pittsburgh Hotel, but the one a couple blocks over 2 the north, for the use of bathers and casino patrons 2 park their cars in, as I did on that fateful freaking ass day, YO BRO! BUTTERCHEESE—BIG ASS BUTT and yes, but peeps; my pernt here is naught concerning these details, but rather how the people from the alternate universes that I am indeed traveling into (dreaming at night), always appear 2B telling me, or peeps standing all around me; lots of things about career-plans, such as twice now, WITH MY DAUGHTER'S doppelganger in the localized transdimensional hyperspace. Many of U may well remember the time that I told U all about that dream that I had in real time back in the summer time somewhere in 2008 and when I was living at the future BONJOVI-Gmail 'joint'; AKA the Mullica Mobile Manor Park, Lot #10. I will get into zillions of things all pertaining 2 just Y-I am starting 2 believe that there is a reason 4 this dream-patterning of people discussing details of their careers, and all within ear shot of me, twice this was my daughter; but if U think that this topic is not expandable, with a whole darn lot of other related dreaming items, then peeps, UR all totally dead-ass wrong, just as perhaps was Mister Cooley Hall's great educator back in 1970 in the middle autumn time, pertaining 2 great “blackboard statement words of Marcucci-wisdom”, Mister David Leigh Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEDEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! This is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2 MORE MAJOR INCIDENTS FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN 2 REPORT 2 HIS LOYAL FOLLOWING MORIANS, YO:

There was another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE party in the Community Room last night, with a lot of hollering and noise, and the place was jam packed. At least it broke up early as the previous one did from several weeks back. My ROKU-TV system has been acting up, and running weird, freezing, switching back 2-Homepage during viewings of programs, etcetera, oh great and illustrious FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION (FCC)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As these illegal activities continue happening 2 the pitiful freaking innocent Mountainpen, I'll go right on complaining & reporting these issues and circumstances 2U out there in authority, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well it is now final and talking about it shouldn’t be able to screw it up at least top much. I learned that I just cannot be a total damn piker, not if I want to do my blogging from home and avoid all the hellish hassles of public blogging, as well as the endless expenses. I would rather pay one large up front lump sum and get it done and out of the way, and so I have. I will get back to this, Mister Jim Power-Punches Rockford. For now, I was almost murdered back last week by the enemies. When they struck me with that monstrous demonic Havana Death-Assault, I got dangerously ill over the past number of days, peaking at my worst on Friday and Saturday, and not over it yet, yet managed to do what must be done in spite of being deathly ill. I never get ill, not ever. This was done to me by this sick diseased MISOE. I now legally attest, affirm, and swear that this was total absolute attempted MURDER. I swear this is the truth and this is a legal accusatory statement made freely by me now online, and anyone who wishes to challenge it or me, well go right ahead. When someone speaks truth, he has no worries from legal court systems. My evil wicked twisted enemies did everything in their power to 100% TOTALLY MURDER MARK WAYNE MOHR THE MOUNTAINPEN, last week, and came very close. On top of their vicious and brutal death beam assault and attack siege on me physically, they used a full all out barrage of pummeling me 24-7 with UTILITY ASSAULTS, AERIAL ASSAULTS, NOISE ASSAULTS, INFLUENCE PEOPLE NEGATIVELY ASSAULTS, and on and on and on and on, it was worse than any other recent time 21^st century death siege that I can remember!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know beyond one small shadow of doubt that the Wall Street and Dow Jones stock market ICPE-APE-post 8-1986 endless hellish junk being applied against me was as always, BEHIND THE ENTIRE DAMN ASS MESS FROM DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRO!!!!!! Now yesterday, poor as I was still feeling, I had to drive back to the Vero Beach Mall on route 60, to the great xfinity-Store in the same shopping plaza where the Best Buy Store was, for two issues; that have been plaguing and dogging me for two plus months now because I attempted to be too much of a goddessdamn piker and save a couple of bills. I had to pay just over 260 smackeroos, but it was worth every penny. Now by this time next week, I will be up and running at home and no more coming to the damn public library. Over, done, fine’, etcetera. Making a long story short, my Galaxy cellphone is very easy for the MISOE to hack whenever they choose to do. They can stop the tones from working and stop me from answering incoming phone calls no matter what I do. Of course when I show a techie what is happening, they do not hack it and so my problems never shows up. I think endlessly of poor little helpless mother fucking David Collins, played by the child actor of the sixties, Mister David Henesy. No one would believe him when he insisted that Cousin Barnabas was going to kill him. It is very hard to watch these type of things on television, as this is “the story of my life”, to quote MY COUSIN. “Oh Donnie, oh-oh Donnie”. Well, in any event, I can type a million words and say nothing at all with the true and full meaning of my nightmare endless hellishness and woe-whiz-me’s from Dogtown. Speaking of Cousin Don, my most distant as I have a total of three Cuzz-Don’s; if things are permitted, Uncle Heinz Gottwald Sir, to keep moving unchecked and the man returns to 18-02 (minus 2-2), it’s over beautiful drop-dead Amy, gorgeous, not said by me however late in 1970 outside Mister Dave Leigh Smith’s classroom. It’s over, it is curtains closing the show time. Please Governor, if for no other reason than to save your nation and the entire world from near extinction, please run against the man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that if he really needs to, he will threaten to put Merry and CUZZ Leticia together for sure. I believe he really is that insane. If he can’t have the pie, then he will throw it off the balcony. I knew he was dead ass serious when he told me in the park a long long long long time ago that he would someday be the king of the country. I knew it back when I was 6 and he had me buried in a HUUUUUUGE damn pile of leaves. I know he will bring them together if he cannot become the king, I know it as sure as I know I am one sick pup from a beyond HUUUUUUGE DEATH ASSAULT against me last week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was scared back in middle late OH-9 yes, but now I know that he will do this to gain control over the world. I know because a century ago, I was the crazy insane prick who had a lot of shit happening around me and I allowed myself 2B driven out of my mind. Someone told me a long time ago when I first told the story about that day with the family at the shore, he was just intensely motivated to come and see if you really had gone back into time somehow and managed to bring your kid up the present, as I said folks, the resemblance to MC at her very first concert and yes, I had the Blockbuster videotapes of it back in the early nineties, and it is like looking at the same exact person, and so he wanted to come and see just how I managed to pull this off. Well, if that was the case, why did he orbit his Plaza Hotel in his whirlybird for a straight hour and never land it? Peeps, the dude was pissing his shorts up in that chopper, and was way too scared to even enter his own damn hotel on that day. IPYT!!!! And then comes the ultimate question that we’ve not yet even begun to explore, from back in those very days of magical taking the kids to work times. One day when Trump had completed the construction of that same hotel, I planned to drive down and be one of the first to gamble there, using a fake-chip that was being offered. Only I never arrived there and was mysteriously detoured to a place called the non-Roddenberry Julia White Horse Pike’s Jerry’s Texaco Gasoline station of Blue Berryville, and AKA Hammonton, New Jersey-USA by the locals of the great Delaware Valley. Strange Halls Fawces are happening all around New Jersey, from the FAA Admiral Perry station in magical astral-Pomona of Sarah Krasse’s brother slammed air conditioner non I-Ching trips, air tubes from 2301 penetration machines into hyperspace, and all other magical things pertaining to New Jersey from monsters lurking in forests who I actually saw one night while driving into my job at Griffin Pike, running across Highway #295, to endless huge unidentified flying crafts that you would all call flying saucers. What is happening is the dream world is being accessed by the MISOE-OPERATIVES, and to further prove my point, the entire paragraph being typed now is being re-typed to the best of my ability to recreate it. It just suddenly vanished off the page a moment ago, the entire part in red print. It didn’t vanish during the UFO part, no sir people. It vanished as I was telling about the monster-man who I saw tearing at twice normal runner speed, across a busy six lane interstate highway system of New Jersey. You UFOLOGY-BUFFS think it is all about the aliens and the flying crafts, and it ain’t, to put it simply, and in street ghetto-slang talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is being covered up is simple. The dream world or hyperspace, is accessible to any and all of us. It is our ‘other parts’ to the fullness of our souls. All of it combined together, us here as well as there, is the actual complete full selves. Who we are in waking life plus who we are in all of the alternate and other place doubles of ourselves, equals our truer self where it is more complete and whole. In any realm here or there, should one get onto certain truths of what I call Morianity and these teachings, this is when we are at a starting gate where a path then goes on to places far beyond what is even presently fathomable. Even I am not able to summon up a fleet of UFO’s as did somebody in the summer of 1986 at the Red Lion eats joint called “Subs & Swirls”. But B4 any of you will be able to accomplish that feat, I will be able, as I at least am onto the truths. It is the same logic as this following example. Three people are in a room. One knows there is a brief case filled with cash somewhere hidden in the room. One knows nothing of this at all. One knows that it is there and also knows exactly where it is hidden. The one who knows it is there has almost an infinitely better chance to find the cash over the one who is clueless over the entire matter. Still, this is what Morianity uses when relating the topic to the three levels of Exploratronics, and labeling the dreamers (souls) as either Type-1, Type-2, or Type-3 exploratrons. But what is behind the whole deal is not rocket science by any stretch. Type-3-Exploratrons are indeed all amongst us, and SSJKK (Pink Goddess) made me aware of this in a ‘parable-game’ that SHE played with me on Pearl Harbor Day of the year of 1996 when I managed to successfully I-Ching myself into some interaction with this incredible great being. I threw the Hexagram of Deliverance, stared at it, suddenly fell off to sleep at the foot of my bed at my Somerdale death house in my bedroom just past midnight, and suddenly experienced this wild interaction with this incredible goddess. She made me become aware despite it taking me a couple of decades of mortal world time to begin accurately decoding the great reflections of the situation, and now I know that the guests such as Mizz Mary Tyler Moore on the great Trinidad/Trinity balcony in her green dress, was indeed not just a guest there for me to guess and wonder about, but how do things really fit. We can begin with a zillion connected bits and pieces just from her show from 1970, the birth year of my kid and birth of the show, her coworker Merry Slaughter, the future Loveboat Captain, her boss Lou Grant as in medical labs and Ativan tablets and Grant Avenue after I cross over the rail road tracks, an dwhy my memories were suddenly removed from me about the events at that lab as well as the trip back home to 506 Robin Hill other than for a wild memory that corresponds with many recurring dreams of being underneath the highway just as I would be in a different part of the city nearly half a decade in the future at Dorothea Dario’s security company job, and the crazy police connections with the place, and more incredible ESS stuff from things connected up as far as the twenty-teens many many years ahead of those times where magical musical people were all in a warehouse, and even though there may not have been any gunslingers there, or Matt Dillon’s, or even Marshal’s, electronic or not; there is a connectable tale that would lead into infinity with Paula king, Patty Hollister, the little earth shoe wearing hipping songster Melanie Safka, and on and on and on the story goes here, Mister Neilson sir. When memories are messed with folks, this means that travelers (T-3-E’s) have interfered with something. My trip that day is one example of this balcony green dress traveler stuff, and there are lots more things that I’ve yet to even start opening up with my blogaudians out here in Cyberville!!!!!!!!! You have heard me rant on about many things from the times of the turn of the 70’s, and after the ending of the globally famous 1960’s. That commercial on television where the adorable little girl says, and I quote, “All of us Krasse’s are concerned about our vision”, as this was an ad-spot for vision in general, and when I heard the name and was never able in those times to find the name of Krassle, I started, in error of course to believe that I misinterpreted or heard my dream wrong or remembered it wrong, and that the name given to me was not Krassle but actually Krasse. It was not. It was Krassle, and SHE spelled it for me to boot, “K-R-A-S-S-L-E”. So let us examine more carefully some of the inner and more powerful truths that show up here. If we compare KRASSLE and then KRASSE, all that is different is that the KRASSLE and the correct name given to me by ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS in middle December back in the year of 1969, is there is a missing “L” LETTER in the wrong name, and the most powerful two numbers BIBLICALLY, and with the Morianity bible as well as it just ‘happens 2B’ here, are (7) and (12). The 12 tribes of Judah, and the magical 7 days of the week and the keeping of the great Sabbath day completely (holy), as commended us by Jehovah Neecy (Stacey) Pink Goddess. I do not make a big deal out of things in my Morianity without lots and lots and lots of great reasons for doing so. IPYT me’ fantastic folks out there, well, except for whoever is trying to kill me and stop me from telling all these truths to this miserable pitiful diseased sin cursed planet, that is spinning rapidly into Dogtown at warp-10.

When I discussed ‘hyperspace switching’ or for short, HSS, back in my early alphabet-tweet-2022 blogs, and after this project had recently been restarted following a two and a half year shut-down due to wild world woe-whiz-me’s that included for me hacked and stopped from posting more blogs as well as being ruthlessly wiped out by a filthy crude jail swine neighbor from hell; I was telling about LAWTRONS and how they were in place to prevent mischievous EXPLORATRONS from doing all manner of things that violate the system’s rules and preset structures known mortally as the natural laws. There are several things that are done by advanced dreamers (T-3-E’s) but for today, we will discuss the one that pertains the most to my numerous woes and hells. As you know, they have taken over the world, and they can do miracles. They are in with what most peeps that believe in the numerous global conspiracy theories, label as the Shadow-Government. They are actually registered operatives or RO’s, jokingly referred to by the Mountainpen and his Morianity project as ‘ROWS’ and even ‘ROWES’. I went onto further details concerning these things and I insinuated some surface and more basic or generic stories such as what happened to me on the day of my trip into the lab tech’s place off of Academy Road and Interstate-#95 and Grant Avenue. But then as time went on and more blogs continued, and I then began deriving more from these writings than most if not all of my Blogaudians out there ever did, and I began taking the advice of Doctor DAGS, and starting to reevaluate a whole lot of my preconceived notions; I took many things such as the wild experience with Nick Cannon and my trip to Massachusetts with him, in 5-D hyperspace of course. This took place I believe on the 30^th day of September in the year of 2008 and I had just recently moved in with his wife’s distant cousins the great KINGS!!!!!!!!! Now I told you all years later that I had made very light of this after first telling the quick story of it, never harping on the event of the world series win that did in fact go on to take place here in the waking world a solid month out into the future on Halloween day. Some may be wondering after digesting all of these things spoken repeatedly now by Mountainpen, okay then why is the MISOE-OPS and their ROWE’s able to accomplish all they do against me if they are being policed by the Lawtrons as I am being? So how can these mischievous ROWE’S wipe out Morianity and the BOM and its attempt to proclaim its truths to this blind sick world regarding the existence of these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS? On its face it does appear 2B a total and complete violation of stuff, as does mush of the stuff in the great HOLY BIBLE when we cannot see it in the proper light of total truth. When this seems to happen in bible scriptures and it does, there are only two possibilities in play. Jim Burr said it perfectly way back in 1974 at the Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA Rockbash Kanehead Park. Jim said to me, “There is a powerful truth whether anybody likes it or not. If the bible contains one lie or true indisputable contradiction, then Christianity is total bullshit, and I will be the first guy at the gate to admit it”. In other words, and even the great world famous televangelist of all time, Doctor Billy Graham said it in his own way, that either Jesus Christ was a total whack job nutcase, or else his claims are all true. There is this endless possibility either way, we all know this, it ain’t a goddamn secret. Now in my case, I can prove the bible is lying about the promise that nothing uncommon to man can happen to man, and there is only one way to make it all okay, and that is to say, Mark Mohr is not really here, he is in hell, and he thinks he is here, you all think he is here, but as Joseph Padgett knew after it hit him like a ton of shit bricks, he lost his mind and to this day he is insane. I was told he quit his job and lived out of his vehicle in the local woods right after we had our talk. I feel horrible that I did that to him, and I limit my speeches now and never dare tell too much at any one time. You all only think I have told stuff, oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Capra Harner Sandy-Sarah MMM Bonjovi, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only if Mark Wayne Mohr the Mountainpen IS INDEED IN ETERNAL DAMNATION and not truly here as a human being, can the Bible be true. This is because if one tiny part is not total complete truth, then God is a liar, because God is the BIBLE, it is a mere human world illusion, or a reflection. It is not a living word because of what it says, it is GOD, not the pages, not the ink, but the absolute contained total truths of the entire grouping of words that its message contains. So in order to make this work great people, you need to choose door-A or door-B, and there is not nor ever can be a DOOR-C or any other following lettered doors, ‘so sahwee’ all great ambassadors out there. Door-A says that the entire bible, all of Christianity, GOD ITSELF is a big fat lie. Door-B says that all is true and simply does not have to apply to anyone who just thinks that they are really here when in truth, they are damned and eternally lost. This applies to Mark Wayne Mohr and perhaps some others out there, maybe all of you, maybe none, maybe a few, I cannot know this, I am not GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can only give you this undisputable freaking logic. You need not like it as that is not required or even requested, me’ great Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!! So to wrap up the point for opening this topic up of Exploratrons verses Lawtrons, the ROWE’s can do what they do and have the same police force of the Astral Plane effect their missions and outcomes as do I. I may have gotten myself switched if I had made a big deal out of the World Series 2008 win in order to get major blog-cred as it is called. I still make that same claim of truth to this. So would any ROWE’s (T3E). Hey, if Idabin switched, then the universe here would still contain the event where the Phillies won it in 2008, only I would have been switched to a locale where they had lost. Just because they got switched never stopped a new Whoopee Goldberg ‘Karoo’ from fan blading and sprouting out. If I am in hell then there is no spiritual violation happening here. If I am not in hell folks, then this world and all of you out here, have a serious goddamn problem, DON’T YOU? This is the leap made by Mister JP that day at Roadway Trucking Comp any in 2002, and he lost his mind as a result, BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

I made the error by the way on at least two and maybe more than two other blogs, saying control-P when I meant to type in control-V for a paste in or a CAO-JOB. So sahwee Mister Ambassador. The man who was over this morning to hook in telephone so that I can use my battery and even if I get power failures, won’t lose calls, told me that ROKU is indeed a political football, and it is more complex than anyone most likely knows. I told him how only Republican and GOP stuff is advertised on their system. It seems to me 2B an intentional GOP set up for the poor. He told me that most peeps today don’t like channels anymore and only like to stream. I am the complete frikkin’ opposite. I hate this streaming crap and want to have channels, but channels cost money. But it goes beyond this, it is all about money and parties. We all know that political parties in Washington in our great land are two large ones an dyes, there are two smaller ones, and even a few others that nobody hears of. But still, the (R) and the (D) are the big boys on the block, and the richer and stronger are the (R) peeps. GOP for those who don’t know stands for Grand Old Party, the (D) party doesn’t even have their own little abbreviated spot in the sun-glory. No it works quite simply. The powerful GOP sets up things like slowly getting the poor and non-Caucasian people into jail with criminal records and until fines are paid unable to vote, they do gerrymandering for intentionally making districts create the advantage for their party, and they do not stop now with both these powerhouse tactics of RMN-dirty-tricks. Now they have moved into the greatest way to effect the growth of their GOP, the entertainment system, the ROKU. I will bet that no non GOP or democratic candidate can advertise on this platform if they paid any amount of money, and I plan to make a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE stink about this thing with my local democratic representatives unless there are none as in Florida it is very fooking red everywhere. Between this entertainment crap control, the Gerrymandering redistricting that effects voter turnout ability, and then using the criminal justice system (CJS) to slowly lock up all the poor and underprivileged peeps in low income neighborhoods all over America, the GOP grows and grows and the (D)-Party slowly fall apart, and it happens like the goddamn hour hand on a wristwatch or small clock. Now it is physically impossible to ever see it move, but it does, stare at it for an hour, you will know it does move and yet, YOU CAN NOT EVER ACTUALLY WIYTNESS the deed!!!!!!!!!!! This magical technique and tool is intentionally used, it is called using the gradualism tool.

You don’t need me to list the hellish persecution against me last week, the health assault destroyed me, I know that they tried to murder me and came very goddamn ass close to accomplishing their evil and twisted goal. A week ago yesterday was super hard utility assault siege and noonish heavy aerial assault as well. Then a week ago Saturday was major activity and noise all around me, nothing like last year at my residence, but it is following all that I told you in my wild Mashell Daniels 1980-RPL sound studio relative dream with Lee. Saturday was very bad with fireworks crap just as was the Sunday of the previous freaking weekend. I will return to Jersey someday if I do not leave America all together as in non-red states, no one can get away with fireworks crap out of season as it is illegal for amateur and unlicensed pyrotechnics peeps to operate fireworks t begin with in most blue states. Unless people wise up and major changes are made B4 my distant cousin has a chance to destroy my wonderful nation once and for all and proclaim himself and his family the royal kings over all of us, I will get the Dogtown out of here! But finishing out my point about using the three big ways of forever growing their GOP garbage party and wiping out all other parties, the good old commie one party system of Red China and Soviet Russia, I have told the CJS for 20 years that they should do what my old high school did when the High Speed-line Transit system was built in my area when I was a student. Have representatives come to the schools, assemble the students in the Assembly Hall, and teach a short discourse on proper police and road-stop interaction, and most definitely especially in lower income neighborhoods where these problems end up happening statistically in much higher percentages. This would decrease the problems we have experienced with this situation by 90%, and I’ll guarantee it. We did not ever have one single person electrocuted by the third rail of that transit system because of proper education that was successfully conducted. But no, they want the poor in jail and unable to vote, and we ALL KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe that I have typed in now a total of 4,607 words. SOOOOO, GEE WHIZ-WILIGARS-GOLLY GASH DARN © Copyrighted coin dealers and fat happy people from all the law and order and properly educated folks!!!!!!! I’ll bet goddessdamn dollars to donuts that everyone out here knows this blog is not a fake phony nut job blog from some crackpot from New Jersey. You may try and kid or convince yourself otherwise, and that is as far as you will ever get, AHA AHA AHA, ME’ BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year, the first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager skit, and at first glance, may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales, that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the Holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. The FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB' is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part of ourselves. This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970, that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School. But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think? After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order part that Patricia Hollister seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days, as well as the physical structures; are all merely a mortal world counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means. OOB by the way stands for OUT OF BODY, and neither I, nor Morianity, made up this term, or abbreviated system. This has been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB, for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body. Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who, unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life, and beyond it, so backward and in reverse; that they insist on calling OOB stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this. Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'. We don't. It is a realization, just as what happened to me in Atco in 1983, when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me, despite my being trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will, allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there. Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming as 'they are in HEAVEN', equal to them. This is all in there. Equal in awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!! THE DUDE I POSTED A PHOTO OF IN THE PAST, LOOKS JUST LIKE THIS GUY, I SWEAR 2 THE GODS, RIGHT DOWN 2 THE GOOFY LOOK ON HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!

MERRY ALSO IS WAS A LOOK ALIKE 2 THE PHOTO THAT I POST.

FOLKS, THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel

IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

With no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

END OF THIS NIGHTMARE FRIKKIN' TRANSMISSION-----4:11 A.M.--SAVINGS TIME.

We may naught be on the godsdern Starship Enterprise, but THIS IS NO DRILL, lads and lassies, and also Engineer/Lieutenant Commander Sir/ Mister Montgomery Scott. The second that that miserable government vote all went down, Mister 1980 Sivo Sir, all mother trucking Dogtown broke loose around me. But what started out as semi-bad for me a week back now, became beyond super-ass bad, and yesterday was a beyond futhermucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. This was a definite top ten WORST DAMN DAY FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN THIS ENTIRE DECADE OF THE TWENTIES SO FAR!!!!!!!!!!! I too horrendous areal death siege yesterday following a week now of somewhat bad siege by the goddessdamn MISOE, which sometimes they get me mind-hacked to type in MISOA, just as sometimes they get me to type in PBHA instead of PBHE. This magical little freaking A&E thing however, is quite simple ass to figure in all of this, as in the great cable television channel we all know and love, or most of us, the Arts & Entertainment CHANNEL, and yes, shortened as most of us now refer to it as, the (A&E) CABLE-TV-CHANNEL. These things are all a part of the great BIBLICAL Seek And Find Expansion Techniques (SAFET), for figuring out the many otherwise endlessly lost to the cosmos, mysterious of, and in all of our lives. Peeps, I know that I am in DOGTOWN ON EARTH, I know this and no human mortal will convince me otherwise. However people, what would convince me would be if this hellishness around me forever and ever, would ever come to a halt? That would of course absolutely convince me, as HELL lasts forever and ever, and we all know of Mountainpen’s phone conversations, and one in particular with Sir Jim T. Burr back in 1976. He and I were talking way back then of what now I refer to as my CONTINUE-SYNDROME.

SOOOOO, GEE WHIZ-WILIGARS-GOLLY GASH DARN © Copyrighted coin dealers and fat happy people from all the law and order and properly educated folks!!!!!!!

MPN—2023—CHAPTER 012

I BEGIN TRANSMISSION early on Saturday morning, 11 March, 2023, 12:39 A.M.

RPL Studio-Quit-Day-1981 & Amanda Harris 'Creation-Day'

(Naught by my grandpa's ole' Philadelphia sculpture pal Sir Tate McKenzie, but rather by 'Dark Shadows' television show's fictional artist of those same approximate times of the Victorian-era, Sir Charles Delaware Tate; and may I-B Sir Heinz Gottwald 1972-'permitted' to add in here folks, a coincidence that along with the zillions of others, I absolutely simply do naught believe 2B real!

Today was very quiet, or actually yesterday, that is until just after half freaking past midnight this 11-MARCH moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO great peeps. I just finished enjoying an evening of viewing the old original sixties-Star Trek television shows on me' ole' twustworthy ROKU system and on the ROKU-CHANNEL box itself, turn the system over 2 'cum-puke-her' (computer), and then right B4 deciding 2 switch the computer on, I switched back the system over from the computer-view-box on my ROKU-HOMEPAGE, and over 2 my DVD-PLAYER-view box, and then attempted 2 futhermucking activate me' ole' DVD-Player as I always do, and the SPAMM-ENEMY froze the entire system up. Unless and until I unplug the DVD-player, and then count 2 maybe five or ten, then plug it back into the power outlet again; it remains endlessly frozen-OFF! This happened sometime late last year in 2022, and I remember this distinctly and I also remember blogging the incident 2 my freaking Blogaudians. I of course immediately went STRAIGHT 2 FRIKKIN' SUPER HIGH 'CCOT' or written fully out 2, (CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC), and I also had 2 drop my day down a full point from just over a holding 3-3 on the day down 2 at best a solid 2-2. B4-I end this blog, I will of course, activate the metaphysical-cumpukeher, AKA my “MAGNESONIC” system, and revenge this electronic-utility-assault on me!!!!!!!!

Just as I was about 2 begin this paragraph which now I am doing about a half hour later than it was B4 folks, I was struck with a sudden powerful BOWEL-ASSAULT from obviously a major SPACEFORCE-MISOE-MISEC (SPAMM) attack on my pitiful innocent whittle old sick body; by this diseased subscum from the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL's evil third, and whom R of course known astrally, as the LAMBRIGGER-CULT, of the AWA (Astral-World-Authority). I just made it into the bathroom and 2 me' ole' twustworthy toilet B4 releasing the after effects of this evil BRIGGBASE-SPAMM and their wicked demonic punishment on and against my frail aged pathetic body, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEE!!!!! When I conducted my bathroom-bizz, I proceeded 2 take me' daily shower, and an entire swarm of cockroaches appeared out of nowhere, along with mommy-roach, another 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' non-Senator Sanders gigantic roach straight from between the gates of DOGTOWN, and the Dogtown Bridge itself, obviously this big bug-bitch had given birth recently, and these little subskummites were just all around and crawling all over the place. I grabbed my RAID CAN that is kept both in my kitchen as well as my bathroom, and emptied the entire thing. U know it peeps, my day went from holding close 2 a rating of 3-3 since getting up early this afternoon, all the way down 2 where it is holding still since I resumed typing out this blog-document, about one and a quarter-one and a quarter. Yes the bugs have all been squashed as well as sprayed right back 2 their rightful place in Dogtown, and now folks, I am all 'bathroom-taken care of', as many older folks like 2 say; and I checked me' ole' futhermucking DVD-player, and it is functioning totally normally again, just as if nothing had ever happened to it, back just past half past frikkin' midnight!!!!!!!!!!

Well, B4 watching four hours of sixties-original-STAR TREK last night, I caught some vely vely vely non-McDowell Cooley-Hall later turned FCC-Chairman, powerfully interesting STREAMING NEWS on me' ole' twustworthy ROKU-TELEVISION service, since right now, the Oscar Awards R of course making big news, and as all of U know only 2 well out here in me' Blogaudianship, I DO NAUGHT FOLLOW ENTERTAINMENT NEWS, CELEBRITY NEWS, and etcetera-etcetera, it has no interest or MEANING 4 me, WHATSOEVER, or whatever, ole' pal and long serving Federal-Congressman, Sir Honorable Robert Andrews of Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHH! This news included a powerfully interesting clip about the new 'Purgatory-named movie', and I now think that the darn “TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECT” of my recent dream at KING'S PARKING LOT, next 2 McGuire's BOTBAR-BAR, at the Boardwalk & Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, the 'HOSEDREAM-2' dream as I will call this from now on great peeps; and I knew that some kind of a towel seepage effect, or a TOSE as my Mountainpen-Morianity calls this “papa's electric razor bleed-over into dreaming” deal from 1965 at apartment 125-A at Haddon Hills Apartments of WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. Also, B4-I moved into that place where my dad was visiting and shaving early one morning, and in my dreams, the sound of it became a major part of my dreaming-interaction, ALSO PART OF THE 'TOSE', I lived in an apartment in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, at 2041 Chestnut Street, #24-A. Anyone unable 2C that the 'LIONSGATE FILM' peeps R naught being cute and clever with their numeration, as in this film that is now being discussed here, as well as all of their films, is blinder than fourteen hundred vampire bats and Admiral niece power lift song lyrics pressings, all types of pressings, old style vinyl-records, or weight lifting and gymnasium related junk; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

I totally believe that there R2 endlessly frikkin' opposing factions in my SPAMM or OTAMMIC ENEMIES, and so did the late and great (LATENGREAT) Sir David Charles Roth of Philadelphia. He and I had numerous extensive discussions on these matters, one famous one as it was copyrighted and made a part of a powerful Mountainpen musical project in 1988, titled “Epitome of Harassment-Part Two”. Many show and film ideas came about as a result of my copyrighting all of this, even the great soon to arrive, “Law & Order”-TV-show. I speak of the episode with lovely Mizz Alice Simmonelli, or however her name was spelled in the show, where she talks about those who have power over us and then our conversation in a security guard-house on Valentines Day in 1988 when employed at the great illustrious American Honda Plant on Gaither Drive, in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG. Dave and I had many great enemy-related discussions, throughout many long years of time between 1986 and into the first year of this new 3^rd millennium. Yesssssirrrrrr peeps; none of this is one wee bit of a joke, and it most certainly and definitely is naught one tiny ass bit funny, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' DARN BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Forget about dudes hiding out in the weeds waiting 4 Dave and me with oozy guns or hand freaking grenades ready 2 try and do us in, all great © Examiners of 1988 YO, as this is beyond dead ass serious, in or out of any PHILADELPHIA APARTMENTS ON CHESTNUT FREAKING STREET, YO YO YO YO YO YO, folks. I am sick and plucking glass darn butt-wiping tired of being called a paranoid schizophrenic, and a nut job futhermucking whackadoo. There may indeed B many reasons for seeing a lot of this junk as coincidental, BUT NAUGHT WHEN ENDLESS HUNDREDS, AND BY NOW FROM THE PAST FOUR PLUS DECADES, PERHAPS EVEN THOUSANDS of these endless coincidences R all totaling up forever, I mean I cannot say it as well as my distant cousin here folks, but allow me 2 give it a futhermucking try YO, “WILL U GIVE ME A BREAAAAAK”???????? TANKS-------AND A 'GWEAT BIG HUUUUUUUGE' “B---O---O---M”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am sick and tired of this hellishness that never ends, and without seeing it Dave's 1988 way, it truly makes a whole lot less sense. He knew somehow that these enemies that have been talked about by Mountainpen 4 so darn long now, MUST B IN 2 OPPOSING FACTIONS. Some of them want me 2 do something, while the other group of them DO NAUGHT WISH 4 ME 2 DO IT; and 2 quote CODENAME-RED-JOHN (Henningsen) here from late in the nineteen-sixties, “It's just that simple”. Yes, someone is on me tonight out of the blue after half past midnight like blue on clear-sky, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was typing along two sentences back and POW, a weird stupid trucking goddessdog pop-up screen came on 2 annoy me again, out of nowhere, and 4 absolutely no good logical reason WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and it's now time 4 me 2 counterstrike this stinking rotten SPAMM-SUBSKUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 early Saturday, and this eleventh day in March, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me early this morning with DEATH BOWEL ATTACK CUBAN WEAPONRY, A MINIDROID INVASION, AND A MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT AND ATTACK ON MY VIDEO PLAYER; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

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

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

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

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, YO.

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YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

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'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

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'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

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1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

MPN—2023—CHAPTER 011

AND WE R UP HERE NOW, IN 2023, YO!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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6 MARCH, 2023

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SKIT IS ABOUT TO BLOW UP IN PITIFUL DARN MOUNTAINPEN'S FACE.

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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)!

Now good folks, it appears that the new system 4 capping into my blogs, some of the old graph-links, such as the YAHOO-DOW JONES stock charts that I used 2 post in nearly every day back a decade ago and 4 quite a long time and no longer am able 2 do, and I am not saying that they all now work in this manner, but I have noticed that the DJIA-stock market chart although appearing blank after posting as well as blank on my word-document files even when my internet is on; can still B accessed by my Blogaudians simply by clicking on the new link that apparently is popping up after the blanked out old chart does. So use it 2 verify my stuff if you wish 2 me' great peeps out there and me' not so great ones as well who hurt me over the past half year or so. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT-BUTTERCHEESE-and big ass-butt-and but; allow me 2 admit that I was not born in the digital age, nor did I grow up where any of this was anything more than STAR TREK FANTACY, so you're naught exactly speaking to or reading words from some internet genius heredahelda and HERE, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!

Also, and as all of U know so well I'm totally sure; I am continually being MIND-HACKED BY THE LEFT-SPINNING SUBATOMIC ENERGIES of the Plancktime (Astrality) the (Timeless Purgatory), and your human mortal waking world explanation and term 4 my mental-woe-whiz-me-problems, may B more in the verbiage and nomenclature of words and terms such as old age, senior forgetfulness-moments, Alzheimer's disease, Dementia Disease, and other such stuff along these lines that Mountainpen---&---Morianity does naught buy into!!!!!!!!!!! What is happening 2 me, YES, just naught what U all consider the true source of it 2B, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am doing the best I can folks B4 obviously I will eventually go onto lose my futhermucking mind and mental faculties altogether, YO ME' BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak of my prior-blog's truck-up with the lunar phases and my forgetting 2 accurately re-populate the information properly, so again, here is where we R today as well as the entire monthly lunar cycle.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

FRIDAY, MARCH 10, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 3:6

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.

OH BABY-BABY-BABY, and all great musical works aside; we now R at the day of the waning gibbous 3:6 lunar-phase. Study the calendar on these blogs and compare it 2 any calendar on your walls at home or at work that shows and depicts the four normally shown lunar cycles of 1^st quarter phase, 2^nd quarter phase (full moon), 3^rd quarter phase, and the repeating new moon next-cycle.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

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:

When I AM DOWN, MARKET IS UP, FLYERS WIN, PHILLIES LOSE.

WHEN I AM UP, MARKET IS DOWN, FLYERS LOSE, PHILLIES WIN.

Tell me what could B goddessdog simpler than that? Anyone who doubts the science and reality of PARALELL EVENT, can simply go into any good university anywhere in the world and directly 2 a top statistical mathematical professor, and show him/her my operational system 4 playing what Mountainpen's Morianity has titled & named, Parallel-Event-Roulette, or (PER) 4 a shortened abbreviation. Go 2 the end of any blog to the SEARCH THIS BLOG area, type in various items pertaining 2 this, and I am sure that you can take this 2 any really top professor and he or she will marvel at it once they fully grasp it and try it out 4 themselves. My anger in all of this is not the parallel event, but rather the 36+ years of its misuse of it by my horrendous enemies who persecute and harass me JUST 2 GET THE DOW JONES 2 ENDLESSLY CLIMB way higher than it ever would have, if none of this 'shullbit' had ever been allowed 2 happen 2 me back in the summer of 1986, YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO a big fat ugly dog stinking “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, Sir Chester-Frank-1999-bar-dude, and roomie at Guthrie Short's great Route 73 South mansion at #231, in the great New Jersey-USA area known as BLUE ANCHOR, & naught the BLUE WHALE BAR of 'DARK SHADOWS'-TELEVISION SHOW.

2:47 A.M.--------END TRANSMISSION.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 010

THURSDAY AFTERNOON, MARCH 9, 2023

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION------5:33 POST MERIDIAN

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Good day peeps, YO, I have two things 2 tell U all today. First and B4I do that, let me tell U first that I made a whittle typo-booboo saying that me' last posted bwog was CHAPTER----008, it was obviously naught, but rather was CHAPTER 009, so sahwee, PEE, and all great WWII Japanese-Ambassador's of the past, YO!!!!!!! Also, it appears the linking systems have been altered from the way they were B4 my shutdown of 2022. No longer can recent blogger-stats B posted up or cut and pasted in from the Blogger-Dashboard-system. So I occasionally post up past-stats, and a good monthly average is just under 2,500 pageviews, or annually, approximately 30K pageviews. This is only an approximation of course, and can alter up and down from time 2 time but it is quite a good average over a lot of time (long-run-playing-statistics) or 'LRPS'. Also I cannot show recent and forever changing international alterations in viewership, but it does also appear 2 have an averaging pattern and in the LRPS does appear 2B favoring my own nation, as well as the great mother RUSSIA. All throughout the Trump Administration, the two largest viewing nations of this BOM-BLOG however, switched from Ukraine and the Soviet Union, and the USA was much less lit up and active overall. After the Trump Administration however, the international viewing of this blog went back 2 the way things were B4, with the USA and Russia being the 2 largest viewing nations. 4 those who may not know how 2 read the chart, the darker the green shading is displaying will depict the heavier viewing activity of this BOM-BLOG. The entire time that I have been typing this paragraph concerning viewing on an international scale, the DEATH ANGEL, Mortimer Mortino has buzzed all around me a total of nine freaking times, annoying the DOGTOWN out of me!!!!!! The second other thing that I wish 2 tell U all is that at precisely twenty minutes past five of the clock, and is Y this blog was started as a direct resulting factor; again suddenly while I was viewing my ROKU-TV and watching the streaming news on the local Palm Beach NBC-Network channel (number 5) locally on the television system 4 those able 2 receive actual non-streamed channels; my computer icons appeared out of the blue and an update notice was displayed on the bottom right of my monitor-screen.

Okay great folks; let me tell U all some other stuff that is beyond wild, from the great mysterious WARP-10 lands, AKA the dreamworld, or where I was in my dreams just last night, or maybe said a wee bit more accurately, late thisssssssssss morning, oh lovely Mizz-Erica-snakes-1983-AMC-TV-soap-show. I, or more honestly and truthfully spoken here, my doppelganger, was in a parallel ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA, and was right there on 10-SC Avenue, and right there where here in this waking reality, sits the great John King Casino-Bus-tours Parking Lot, or one of several of them 2 put this more accurately. John Romanohose King had several of them situated in North Atlantic City, and the one where he told me 2 use that hose that day or ELSE, in September of 1996, as well as the very same week that I had moved into the death house in Somerdale on Harvard Avenue; WAS NAUGHT the one in my dreams early thisssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, situated right next 2 Robert McGuire's Pittsburgh Hotel & Erin Bar, close 2 the boardwalk on Tennessee Avenue. An extremely outlandish and Cathy-Cody-Weirdo 'Dark Shadows' TV-show thing just happened right now, as I was typing this blog, and went 2 colorize the sentence above with that word 'morning' with those extra 'UUUU' letters connoting unpleasantness, as in mourning something verses the morning of a new day. I fully colorized it because the color box dialogue vanished just as it is supposed 2 do after the process has been successfully completed. The last color used also remains on the little line underneath the font-coloring system at the top of the word program screen. It was indeed colored purple and naught black, however; the darn buttwipe thing was not colorized. The font on the document had remained black. I repeated this process and the 2^nd time it functioned normally and the print on the document was altered from black into purple. But back 2 the wild dream from late this morning B4 getting up at around ten of the clock or so. Paula King was nowhere 2B seen, nor was Daddy-John. Even McGuire and guessing-games-Goddess Sarah-Pink, none of them were anywhere around the 'joint', Sir Winn! Oh sir Halloween magical cheater of Sinatra garbage 'dusted-off' songs. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWZER-2-THAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your BROADCASTED BRO, Sir SPEllchecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were however a lot of strange peeps around and this dream that I am now discussing is only in what U may think of as in the middle stages of a long several part dream with at least two parts both B4 as well as after the part that took place right there in this alternate-universe-Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!! I won't get into even a third of it today on this blog, only the part of it taking place in the dead center middle hub of it in ACNJUSAESMWG in some parallel reality of the magical realm of WARP-10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOO, here goes, Sir Arthur 1992-TCE-Crane, Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4I begin here, that futhermucking DEATH ANGEL is on me, and has been ever since this blog began, like stenchy crawling maggots on a garbage truck on a very hot sunny day in Death Valley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My old blogs aren't going to go anywhere. Nothing leaves the internet entirely, and if my slit does, then that in itself, good folks; PROVES MY STORY IS ALL TRUE, forget the darn attorneys in 1984 or Florida trips before that, or any Shirley's or Taylor's, or other clothes that move out of time and get lost. There R some super strange Halls Fawces happening today suddenly since this crazy mucking shullbit started while I was trying 2 view some darn butt news on the ROKU-TV a short time back. One thing I need 2 also insert here 4 my wonderful awesome illustrious great BLOGAUDIANS is that my 'SPAMM' ENEMIES made me miss looking at the darn buttwipe clock at five minutes shy of six, so I will now runt-phlegm-rape with me' own whittle rows of the 5-GROUPINGS, astrally spoken as “groupation”. So below this paragraph I've already capped into the blog, these five-row 'Province Olympia groupations', but 4 right now, let me tell U about this wild dreaming-interaction in this parallel world Atlantic City, NJ-USA! Again and B4I do this, 4 those who have forgotten what 'SPAMM' stands 4 and no, naught spam, SPAMM; here it is, YO: SPACEFORCE MISOE MISEC. Now SPACEFORCE as U all know is a relatively new term for a somewhat recently created, and or made public government/military organizational system, that I long B4 those times, and back in the miserable hellish nineteen-eighties; labeled and called the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, shortened 2 the MILI-2-FORCE, and even sent this information as a part of one of my many (29 so far total post-eighties musical projects), 2 the great and very illustrious United States Library of the Congress © Copyright Office. As for MISOE-MISEC, 4 those who've forgotten, thisssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica-Snakessssss; the 'M'-letter stands 4, in both words, Milituforce, hence the “MI”, and then the “S” is 4 “SPACEFORCE”, the “O-E” is 4 OTAMMIC ENEMIES, and OTAMMIC comes from the 1988 and also created by MOUNTAINPEN, ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, and yes, for the MISEC, go 2 recent blogs from earlier in the year, it is just more additional ways 4 me 2 insult these total scumball skiteaters who deserve to rot away and fry in Dogtown 4 a minimum of forty minnina-kalpa of astral-interaction. We need naught go on and on here folks, with all of this, and it is much more urgent 4 me 2 finish out a part of this wild dream from my most recent slumbers. A bunch of folks were all hanging around Paula King's non-Pau000204015-musical Mountainpen-projects from the nineteen-nineties; and were from one of those top HUUUUUUUUGE Hollywood, KALI-CALI (AKA California) movie studios; parking lot on 10-SC Avenue. It seems my daughter in this parallel world, is embarking on some movie, and it is supposed 2B a real major top movie. All the top movie stars in Hollywood's modern world in that alternate realm were all going 2B acting in it, and my daughter was going 2B the big star in it. Goddess help all of us if this is some wild brand new towel seepage effect or (TOSE) that is somehow all pertaining to the Alannis Morrisette movie where she is god almighty and somehow got kidnapped here by human beings. Goddess help all of us!!!!!!! But I'll B getting into a whole lot of other McFly-related details 2 all of this at a time later on, peeps, IPY all of that!!!!!!!!

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Monday, September 29, 2008

REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY

‘REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY’
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IF YOU CLICK CLICK AROUND ON THE WORDS ABOVE, YOU WILL INDEED B TAKEN DIRECTLY ONTO LINKS FROM THE BLOGGER PEEPS, 2 THOSE ORIGINAL BLOGS, SO THAT U CAN ALL C4 YOURSELVES THAT NONE OF THIS WAS IN ANY WAY FAKED, WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'LL B BACK, GOVERNOR MUSCLES ARNOLD SCHWARTZ, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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MPN--2023--CHAPTER 014

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