Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, Chapter 8-B
I am the only one with a copy of Chapter 8-A. This is simply due 2 the fact that it is an experimental document where I am trying 2 learn how 2 properly download live-cams rather than use the old method that eventually leaves me with most of my cams becoming deactivated. I doubt that this cam at the top of the page will display on my blog, if it does it does, but I have added some new Firefox feature plug in system that hopefully after I learn how 2 properly use it, will then allow me 2 blog some of the great cams online. If the one from above does show up as I doubt that it will, this is the Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG RESORTS HOTEL CAMERA. This is showing the Atlantic Ocean and the beach and is a very nice view of the joint, Mister SW. B4 the great hotel became the first Atlantic City licensed casino in the year of 1978, it was an old and fantastic landmark place, called the Shalfont Haddon Hall, and yes, it 2 was a hotel, only there was no casino there. Truly, the GREAT OLD DAYS, HUH WOLLD?
Here is what is going on, oh world. First, Comcast is coming out on Friday afternoon 2 try and find out the mysterious reason 4 my sudden mysterious half-way-phone outage, meaning, outgoing calls only R possible, no incoming calls work. When I learn what this powerful evil SPACEFORCE managed 2 do 2 me, I will share it with the blogger-world. Until then, we all R indeed 2 remain in the dark about this. Things done 2 me ever since this nightmare all began on 15 August of 1986, and having similar electronic-utility weirdness attached 2 it all, would fill a large Manhattan telephone book of the pre-computer age. Not only the types of various persecutions done 2 me but the full amount of them each and every year would most likely go into the three digit figures, again, this is every year 4 nearly 4 goddamn decades now, folks. How R these tricks done, this is what I have tried 2 learn myself all throughout this nightmare time. I can never learn anything with certainty. Part of the nightmare that I've been suffering through Actually started in the earlier times in my life and shortly after leaving school in January of 1973. I remember like it was ten damn minutes ago how in 1983 while residing in that Atco home, endlessly trying and without one small tad wee bit of success, to find out who was calling me on the phone and what it was really all about. I could actually and literally 'FEEL' the oppressiveness and some invisible mysterious outlandish magical force preventing me from EVER learning the who, what, where, and Y's to any of my hellishness in this life. Yes, 2 this very day and hour, I keep updating, and as lovely Mizz Donna Summer would say so often back in the 20th century, 'reevaluating' all of these things. I never am seemingly allowed 2 know one damn thing 4 proof positive-sure, not goddamn ever! This I've come 2 believe peeps, is all a part of the hell that I am going through, in fact, I've come 2 think and would bet my entire tiny bank account right now tonight, double or nothing, that my enemies whoever and whatever they actually R, use half of the persecution as exactly what it is, my harassing hellish endless nightmare, yet the other half is every bit as important 2 them. This is keeping me from ever being able 2 find out with any real court-acceptable proof, just all of the who, what, and Y's that lay behind this entire Dogtownian mess! Now very recently, and with help from character all throughout the entire fifth non-McCoo dimension; I've come 2 no longer think that DARK SHADOWS, the great 60's TV-show, was all some wild nutty coincidental thing. I have seemingly reached a most recently arrived at conclusion of great powerful truth, based on some great and truly incredible fact shuffling, and seeing how my mom and short relationship with a local area wealthy mayor, Mister Mayor Rohr, must indeed have been closely related in family with the assistant producer to this television show, Mizz Harriet Rohr. Still, even if without any actual and court acceptable admittances and or corroborations, on the parts of anyone whatsoever and now or ever right straight through 2 the day that I die; and say that 4 sake of argument we know it is all the truth; there still would B that famously quoted 2 me so often and by so many, item of, “Okay Mark Wayne Mohr, let's say we can somehow know these things R indeed totally true and real and have happened 2U all of these years and decades of your entire life, so then YYYYYYY, JUST Y IS THIS ALL GOING ON AROUND U????????????? Well, I am the first man at the gate every time 2 totally agree with anyone of U with this. I am not able and most likely will never B able, 2 know this one absolutely HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE part of it all. This is the most important part 2 folks, ask any DA in any county prosecutor's office in this nation. Without the motive, where's your damn case? I believe if we remove the word 'damn' from that prior sentence, this is quoted verbatim here in that great old Hollywood movie called “12 Angry Men”. This was a star studded movie and the law-world and all of the top law schools all know it and recommend students 2 this very day, still watch it. The biggest star in the group was Henry Fonda. I may not love his daughter Jane 4 what she pulled that night with me in 1993, but Sir Henry was a very talented actor, and fine upstanding gentleman. I will sing his praises forever. Sir Bruce Alan Pennock really did say it so well back in the autumn of 1972, U know, “We're all human, nobody's perfect”, and even if we don't add in here, the incredible Mizz Minnie Ripperton, and her 5th octave highs, or whether or naught “loving U can B beautiful”.
Hey, “I've seen the light”, and I still don't know what the F it's all about, U know; the reasons, the motives, the who-what-why's!
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You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????
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!
YES oh mighty ACLU, read this below,YO:
Right after I said this, the blog was removed, Sir SWAP.
I have come to a recent absolute conclusion, my great as well as not so great Blogaudians out there in Cyberville. Much of my woes with blogging censorship on the public site that once was quite free and American at heart and is no more sadly, called BLOGGER DOT COM, (BDC) is all 'AI' related. They obviously have been engaging programs in recent times or since somewhere early a decade back in the twenty-teens of this 21st century, and this AI (Artificial Intelligence) has the pre-programmed motive of taking blogs such as mine, and determining in any one blog-work, if it CROSSES TOO MUCH RED-LINED MATERIAL making it what they have come 2 call 'sensitive' on its 'blog-policy-guideline systems used by them 2 supposedly regulate just how much of any type of speech or information is permitted 2B posted up on their site. Hey, no one is arguing 4 one tiny moment that indeed, it is in fact, “THEIR SITE”, and if bloggers wish 2 post blogs onto it, they must indeed conform 2 all of its regulations and policies. The problem is that what they deem as 'sensitive' material, is 2 put it completely in an under exaggerated word choice here; quintessentially-elusive. Talk about attorneys, legalistic systems, and powerhouse lawyers truly earning their pay. With the ushering in of advanced AI, they R only beginning 2 embark on their upcoming incredibly financially rewarding careers. Words R being hacked out of my mind, and I know fully well that strange 'beyond Earthly' HALLS FAWCES are responsible 4 doing this hacking on my mind. There is a word 4 example that connotes a financially rewarding type of career, and later on 2 prove this hacking that is being done by them of course, and 2 interfere with my words spoken now, and when the hack-release arrives as it eventually must, and I claim this from a lifetime of experience with my personal interactions with this endless hellish nightmare between myself and what I now most recently have codenamed the Spammenies, but yes peeps, I will type in the word that I wished 2 say originally and was hacked out of saying by strange and Einsteinian SPOOKY-FAWCES. No people, the word that I am being hacked out of pulling up in my mind is not 'illustrious' or 'successful'; but rather a slightly less often used term. But back on my point folks, “AI” is going to alter things so radically, as it has recently come 2 alter MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGGING LIFE, after a decade and a half of not having 2 put up with this additional woe on top of my already existing countless other woe-whiz-me troubles, not only making my life a lot worse, but I assure you great peeps out there, a whole lot of all of your lives also R about 2B changed 4 the worse by this soon 2 come deal that will invade its way into just about all of the facets in our lives. These creatures are soulless, computers cannot think, a software program cannot think, it has NO ASTRAL TRUTH 2 IT, it has no origins in the great Plancktime, all it is and ever can B is a whole lot of magical electronic circuitry and wizardry that only software engineers of the top levels in computer-tech R clued into in any full or meaningful way. I began 2 put this nightmare together after the three HUGE freedom of speech violations on me back in 2022 on my ALPHABET-TWEET-BLOGS with the two chapters of “O”, “W” if memory is at all correct, as well as the 15th chapter in the following blog-book, BTAT. I realized after much serious cogitation and intense thought and analysis that the only possible thing happening here is that if too much stuff gets said in any ONE CHAPTER, this signals a RED-LINE-NO-NO-CROSSING. It is all entirely automatic and mechanical, or artificially created machine intelligence that looks 4 certain stuff, such as AN AMOUNT TOTAL, as well as certain subjects and spoken names of things that when placed together in a wild magical computer software programming system, the machine will eventually spit out a RED-LINE-CROSSING-NO-NO-NOTICE, and bring down a blog. I can post up my CHAPTER-25 recently removed blog in smaller piecemeal parts, and I know I can, without making the AI-programs mad at me, as it is only the amount of things that they do not wish 4 me 2 say that upsets them. I can say all of it, just not all at any ONE TIME, as otherwise, Y would I have the stuff that was removed all up there already, as I do. All anyone needs 2 do is go and click a link that goes further on from where I posted that recent 2007 stuff, as all of it is up there, merely not in 'good read-quality'. This 2 me has all been proven, and whether the blogger folks wish 2 deny it or admit it, I NOW KNOW FULLY WELL, THAT THIS IS WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME. As long as I never tell or say 2 much RED-LINE-CROSSING stuff IN ANY one blog-work, then it should post up and remain up. Ill bet dollars 2 donuts that if I follow this guideline, I will B able 2 get my message out, but still, in the meantime, I do plan on getting my own website on the WIX or some such similar site on the net, and then post up my blogs without fear of this nightmare insane recent times AI induced censorship. Right now I'm dying 2 tell a zillion things, and I know that my few true loyal MORIAN-FOLLOWERS out there in Cyberville, have figured out all by themselves, just a whole lot of basicly what it all is, and if I attempt 2 make one long blog and say 2 much at any one time, well peeps; U know it will B censored. The Gmail that Blogger sends 2 me insists that nothing is removed, and that it is simply put behind a sensitivity warning screen, only I am unable 2 access it, and it is not showing up at all on the title page to the right of the opening of a blog; so I don't know what game they R playing with me, only that they indeed R playing games with me. This all reminds me of the 'MIMI' days, and my miserable daughter back in oh-Marola-eight!
I wish 2 get into so much, and if this was my future blogging on WIX or some similar site, I could; only 4 right now, I cannot. I want 2 discuss stuff about my last days of the nineteen-sixties, the magical girl on 10-SC Avenue, Goddess Scylla Pink, the incredible dreaming interaction that SHE gave 2 me, and yes, in a much larger and detailed way that ties the entire family into all of it, even family that comes from the great windy-city, and leads into the great P-45. Things that I know and can tell would get me knocked right off this blog site forever, as if they think what I have spoken of so far is a REDLINE-CROSSING, WELLLLLLLLLL, Mister R.M. Nixon Sir, I need naught go on with trying 2 make this point any clearer or better, do I? When I jokingly discuss the Macy Club, or type in a lot of my teasing “WOW'S” in a long row; what is behind it all goes so much farther than anyone out here could even begin 2 imagine. Hey, don't even try. BUTTTTTT, I promise that eventually on my own website, B it WIX or whatever; I will tell the entire thing until I AM EVENTUALLY REMOVED AND MYSTERIOUSLY MURDERED! Now what I plan 2 do until I do have my own system up and no longer need 2 depend on BDC, is simply to follow my own rules that pertain 2 what I now feel that I know about just what is trying 2 shut me down. First, I may need 2 apologize 2 my Blogaudians 4 intimating that any of them may B the ones who R reporting me. I think now that this is way more autonomic, and thus being done through an AI software program or some such similar type of thing. Being human and with an astral source, Mister Sky Rumson Sir, I can out think U by simply realizing that there is some form of maximum speech determination deal going on, something that says that at this point, too much content is there on this blog and it might cause a few peeps 2 begin 2 seriously ponder and wonder about maybe Mountainpen not being a total flake, so it has 2B stopped at that point. So all I need 2 do is 2 break my stuff up and only say so much each day. With this I can at least keep telling stuff. I cannot do what I wanted, so they do win on that front, I won't even try denying that 2 a soul. I wanted 2 have my blogs the way I felt would best make peeps listen and produce the minimum factor of doubting my tales of major truth. Now, I need 2 operate within a more stringent set of parameters that I know have been set up against me. So until I can have my own site and my own blogs on that site, I must B a willing BDC slave 2 their systems and rules. Who is kidding who peeps? We all know what is behind it, who is behind it, and I KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW. U have been watching the very same TV, internet, streaming systems, news, that the Mountainpen has; and I know that most of U out here ain't dumb! So I must now work within a new and more powerful set of containing factors in my attempt 2 tell the world my story from total hell (DOGTOWN). But beggars can't B choosers, and they never could, and we all know this.
This blog is now going 2 terminate at precisely 1:45 A.M. On this early Wednesday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning on 22 March of 2023. We have a last quarter lunar phase today, and notice too how spring was brought in after a two week slight back off, with a MAJOR HIT ON ME, AKA a super BOTBAR DAY, and of course the cause of it was my major internet Spammenies attack, and it was planned obviously right along with my endless hellish woes of (ICPE-APE), as well as in correlation with MAP (Magnetic Percentage Technology). I know that many of U know that this is all real and true.
And of course the cause of it was my major internet Spammenies attack, and it was planned obviously right along with my endless hellish woes of (ICPE-APE), as well as in correlation with MAP (Magnetic Percentage Technology).
My previous blog of Chapter MPN-2023-CHPT. 025 has been attacked AGAIN, by whoever has been messing with me now 4 a long time. I am going 2 try and paste in sections 2C what parts have been objected 2B4I go any farther, but I must find a way 2 LEAVE BLOGGER DOT COM ALTOGETHER AND GET MY OWN WIX-WEBSITE, as this abuse and violation on my freedom of speech is beyond totally and completely absurd and WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS now, Mister Mack Kaiter, oh great and kind camp-counselor-sir from 1967 and 1968. Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO! Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AMANDA HARRIS-AMANDA-HARRIS, and Mister 1971 Mike McNulty, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICP-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,
ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!
BLOGS FROM 1-2006 THROUGH 6-2007 ARE SEEMINGLY GONE NOW!
folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICP-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,
ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!
BLOGS FROM 1-2006 THROUGH 6-2007 ARE SEEMINGLY GONE NOW!
folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICP-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,
ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!
BLOGS FROM 1-2006 THROUGH 6-2007 ARE SEEMINGLY GONE NOW!
folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICP-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,
ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!
BLOGS FROM 1-2006 THROUGH 6-2007 ARE SEEMINGLY GONE NOW!
So Y was the major fucking utility-death assault done 2 me on Tuesday morning at quarter past nine in the goddamn moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, U ask me folks? Well, because this prevented me from GOING 2 MY LOCAL GODDAMN PARK 2C SIR SWAP, Steve Walgreen Parks-codename. C how this is a steady and NEVER FUCKING ENDING stream of endless nightmare and infinite yet totally predictable persecution and harassment 4 the Mountainpen 2 have 2 suffer through and Y he insists that he yes sir mister Padgett, DIED AND WENT 2 DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L)???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My previous blog of Chapter MPN-2023-CHPT. 025 has been attacked AGAIN, by whoever has been messing with me now 4 along time. I am going 2 try and paste in sections 2C what parts have been objected 2B4I go any farther, but I must find a way 2 LEAVE BLOGGER DOT COM ALTOGETHER AND GET MY OWN WIX-WEBSITE, as this abuse and violation on my freedom of speech is beyond totally and completely absurd and WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS now, Mister Mack Kaiter, oh great and kind camp-counselor-sir from 1967 and 1968. This is SUPER BOTBAR. First time since having this computer operating in this residence here in 2023 that me' ole' freaking MIKE-SOFT-SPELLCHECKER was hacked, causing no error signaling. The way 2 cure the BLACK-HAT-Spammenies HACK on me is simply 2 restart the computer after saving the document, errors and all. Now I've done this, so on with the experiment until I can get 2 my library tomorrow. Need 2 go out aniwho 4 something medically related. More persecution will follow just from that, AS ALL OF U KNOW, and my family will do endlessly 2 prevent me from ever discussing it in real true honest detail with the world. Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO!
MPN--2023--CHAPTER 25
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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EARLY ON MONDAY MORNING
20 MARCH, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Today is now March's 4th SUPER BOTBAR DAY 4 PPNRM-ME!!!!!
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MPN--2023--CHAPTER 025
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This is one example of what is being done 2 me, ACLU, and especially since my alphabet tweet blogs back last autumn in 2022. I re-colorized the font from black into RED, 2 show U this censorship on my blogs that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever 2 me, since things being stopped R already on older blogs on their site, it has 2B some AI program that only allows just so much of my tale 2B told at any one given time, 2 me, this should naught B legal 4 them 2 do 2 me; oh great & mighty freaking ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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???? What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next
The great and frikkin' illustrious Jim T. Burr told me something way back around 1975 somewhere, pertaining quite closely 2 this vely vely vely thing right now up here in March of the 2023 year. He said stuff like what I said on that prior blog MPN-2023-CHAPTER inverted movie studio AKA Chapter-024, naught 'A'; is considered “MOCKING” 2 SATAN and HIS evil dark demonic army and fawces, and will result in a quite frikkin' dependable counterstrike on me. Anyone out here think that this man was naught some weirdly incredible fantastic prophet? He also said a lot of other wild stuff, remember folks? Stuff like my family my family my family, back in days and times where peeps just never talked or thought such things in life. His precise often quoted 2 me saying went exactly as follows, “Mark, something in your family is causing all of this stuff 2B happening 2U”. He said this thing 2 me over and over. If I had a quarter 4 every time that he said that thing 2 me over ten years or so of time, I would B able 2 add in about three hundred bucks 2 my checking account today, and I'd sure wish that was something that I could do folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So tell me great world out there YO, I posted this on CHAPTER 024, and “POW-BAN” Chef Emeril great sir; look at what indeed WAS DONE 2 poor pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen as a direct and immediate result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The darn butt-wiping gods, how I wish I could truly understand or know fully, just how this dude from a 1973 computer school and later fictionally altered into a wild hyperdimensional traveler as a fictional book character whose name was altered from 'BURR' into 'PRATT'; could in all honesty have known this deal about MY MIND BOGGLING GODDESSDOG FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and totally absolutely beyond freaking WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, YO MACK!
I should have guessed or known intuitively that this was gonna' B a major CUM-PUKE-HER STRIKE ON THE MOUNTAINPEN DAY, (CSMD) 4 a shortened abbreviated way 2 say this from now on; back yesterday, when the photo of myself was hacked and stopped from coming out and yes Spellchecker-outlandish is indeed a perfect word here. When I posted things yesterday or very early this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning actually, up at the BDC site, my legally paid 4 photo was HACKED AWAY and it only said below, “MY PHOTO”, such as with the 'DJIA STOCK CHART', and that, I can understand. That indeed was a CAP-job onto my blogs and is owned by YAHOO, and I without permission simply pasted it into the blogs, BUT FOLKS, MY PHOTO IS MINE, and that they have no legal right whatsoever 2 do 2 me, only they do it, WHENEVER THEY CHOOSE 2 ENDLESSLY VIOLATE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far now, we first had MY-PHOTO-BLACK-HAT-HACK from my evil diseased Spammenies, then the CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION on me AGAKIN-ACLU, and the gods only know what will happen tomorrow as this will contain both a “MEDICAL-DAY” and thus a real friggin' NO-NO 4 me, as well as my attempting 2 fight back against my freedom of speech when I go 2 my library for some help.
Okay people; I am going 2 use another cum-puke-her, a metaphysical one 2 strike my Spammenies back 4 this brutal assault, and we all know Y it was done, TRUMP is in trouble AGAIN, one way or the other it always boils endlessly down 2 FAMILY or better said, the MACY CLUB, huh Mizz Stewart??????
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We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior), 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!
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And no one gives a mother clucking rats ass about why those venetian blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”.
Well fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me, not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you lovely teen-queen. Yet now we R not in the date or chronological circa of, Sunday, November 29, 2015, 7:55 Post Meridian, EST.
Sunday, November 29, 2015, 7:55 Post Meridian, EST.
Nor R we doing thissssssss particular blogging book:
CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER 2, (AMP-CEMB).
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and moving on now in 2023:
When stuff 'pops into our heads' or things 4 no particular reason make us suddenly begin receiving weird or even more normal type of thoughts, either way YO; there is a magical or actually a subatomic process going on with all of this, and yes, I don't say I have it all figured out, I do naught, oh lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake. Still, Y did staring at some goddamn venetian blinds make “Sarah Kessel” keep coming into my head, and 4 that matter, Y did that taxicab drivers front mirror back in 1963 keep making me say 2 my mom that his mirror makes me think of the words, “shut up”? I suppose since this taxi was on the way 2 the Philly nuthouse then called 'Byberry', however it was spelled; as mom was taking me with her 2C her nut case sister, my aunt Barbara, the bipolar whack-job. That taxi guy most likely even back then knew that nuttiness ran in families, I would suppose, maybe even thinking I was gonna' fucking B dropped off there at the kook factory. This was back in those days of the Kennedy assassination when I was residing at 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment 24-A, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. Still, Y did that driver's taxi fucking mirror make me think of “SHUT UP”, and Y did my venetian blinds keep making the name of SARAH KESSLE keep popping into my dumb ass head back in the autumn of 1966 while watching that STAR TREK 30-YEAR CONVENTION on me' whittle television set, oh lovely Tom and Britney S?????????? Y do these things really and truly “go off inside our heads, Brit? Well, I believe that there R some powerful transdimensional reasons behind the entire unknown phenomenon, and I also believe that this when understood even just a tad wee bit better than most folks now do, our dreams, which merely R our 'sleeping thoughts' that turn into spirit-action, as they do on the entire ASTRAL ENERGY PLANE OF EXISTENCE; R every bit as 'manipulatable' once better understood, after-all folks, we all know that we can sit in a room some place all depressed and pissed off at the world, and then suddenly we can force our self 2 begin 2 think a bunch of happy stuff as sort of a mind game or mental exercise, my mom called these things head games, and carried this shit 2 a way out and ridiculously absurd extreme. Still, doing this as a motive and goal 4 achieving a way 2 manipulate our dream lives in order 2 meet wild spirit guides, and learn lots of wild and mortally forbidden information and many other things; this is sort of like saying 2 ourselves here, moderately done, just about all stuff is okay. I said, JUST ABOUT. If a five year old accidentally smokes a cigarette or takes a tiny shot of whiskey or any of dozens of other really bad stuff, once and only once, horrible as it may seem and especially 2 a parent; it ain't the end of the world. Now I didn't say a five year old can shoot himself in the head. Still, I need 2 make this powerful point here. My mom thought that pretending things that were not true or necessarily true if it makes us feel a lot better, is a way w2 get through life when we live in tough times, and I say, hey if it works 4U, her, anyone of U out there, then 4 the sake of the Astral-Gods, do it. As 4 me, it is nuttiness and doesn't work 4 me, naught one wee tiny bit. But in order 2 make dreams work a certain way intentionally, this is an entirely other matter. Of course I could never tell my parents fucking shit, they never listened 2 me,family never listened 2 me, so I learned early on 2 just shut the ducking hell up, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
My entire audience has dried up. It amazes me that it happened after my view-count hit 100K. If they were going to fuck with me, logic would dictate they would have trickled it to a crawl after 95 or 98 K somewhere. Things like this however have built in teachers and professors all their own. I realize that things are not being done in any way, in three-D. Further, I also know that this may very well be happening, as the old poker game double blind bluff trick, just to make me think and wonder about that very thing, and thus if successful, annoy me even worse, because in addition to the item that annoys, comes the fact that it ain't fuckiGN logical. Then they succeed in their game of obfuscation. That is if I am dumb enough to allow these dim witted mother fuckers to get to me! Also, nothing around any holiday time, can make any real sense. Initially, the M-2-F seemed to not care about their own lives and families on holidays, and this topic has been thoroughly discussed on many past blogs in my Morianity. Still, there are double blind and even triple blind bluff experts in professional poker, so why not 'Corbomite me', Captain William Shatner Kirk, with one of those? To quote quite perfectly, my father, and Dawn-Marie King; SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!! As I fucking speak-type at 8:06 Post Meridian, my right side is being passed by Morty Mortino Dirtbags Incorporated, the great and powerful Angel of Death! Two DA's that nobody wants to start trouble with, huh folks?
I can literally talk for weeks on end straight, and not begin to cover this whole nineties thing with SARAH KRASSLE, how it began at middle decade, how my book ''THE PERMISSION BARRIER'' fits into it, and a zillion fucking zillion other things too. But let's go to Pearl Harbor day in 1996, about two years and one month give or take a week or so, from the time I sent my book to the Copyright Office, TPB, on Halloween Day of 1994. This is the time that I was beyond being totally beside myself and bonkers nuts even for me. I tried desperately hard to locate this girl who just had to be there, after-all, I was right there, and so was she, and the world told me they never knew her. Well, you know, that sounds like our wonderful GOD. Remember that scripture that basically says that if we deny GOD and its plan of salvation or game, that JESUS or GOD jacked into its game, will say back to us after we die and face eternity, “Depart from me, I never knew you”????????? It's in your bibles, and if you can't find it, ask your fucking pastor in church next week; and he or she will show it to you!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey? Maybe because I'm getting used to getting submarined a lot too, my friend!
Dawn King would say so often, “Mark, it is what it is”. But she failed to see that people make things many times, so that they are what they are. She not only made my life a living mother fucking hell, but now my entire life is forever over and ruined, thanks to her, and her monster horrendous rotten family!!!
You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, you would never believe me in a trillion years if I told all of the mother clucking shit that I'd love to tell you all right now. I need to slowly indoctrinate all of you into a brand new and more advanced enlightened way of seeing the crazy stuff in your own lives, some of you this applies tom, and not others. Oh well, SAY-LEVY! Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 35 years ago like Sir Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I will quote them, “Mark, dam it, I've been submarined”. I have all of you beat. In 1986, I was MOTHER MUCKING EIGHTY-SIXED. THE YEAR OF THE AX FOR MOUNTAINPEN, always was and will be, good old fucking 1986!!!
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, is indeed being used on poor Mark Wayne Mohr, and has been for 30 solid years; and this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a market that went from 1800 or so points, to over 18,000 or so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the time these markets were created, up through August 15, 1986. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August 15, 1986 through present times; the new-normal, as some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of our new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But still, to quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!! Someday soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be? Face reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting on some of you without your awareness to it, so that it will begin with you, as soon as I kick the Christ off. For short, call these potential YOU's out here, REME's, (Replacement Me's).
My mother fucking computer FROZE UP BY SOME TYPE OF TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON ASSAULT AND BLACK HAT HACK, AT PRECISELY MOTHER DUCKING JANE EVILWHORESLUT NOTFONDAHERONEBIT TIME, ONE ELEVEN IN THE GODDESSDOG ASS MORNING. I had 2 emmereffing shut down everything and do a total restart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One more hack assault and I will activate my mother ducking MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE (MAGNESONIC), and IPYT, SPACEFORCE-SCUM-T-3-E's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess somebody somewhere doesn't mucking like this blog and what is being said right now, YO YO YO!!!!
Yes I am alive and still me; Mildred Young!!!
HEAVENLY BODIES OF ALL TYPES, ARE LOVELY TO GAZE AT, AND THAT IS IT. NO ONE WILL EVER GET ME OFF OF THIS PLANET, AND YOU HAVE ALL MY RESPECT, NASA; FOR TAKING SUCH A DARE, WHEN ALL YOU NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IS TO REALIZE YOU ARE ALREADY THERE; OR BETTER PUT PERHAPS, YOU ARE NOT REALLY EVEN HERE TO BEGIN WITH. TALK ABOUT FLUIDITY AND LIQUIDITY, IN BOTH CAPITALISM, AND AUERONAUTICS, YO KIND FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember, this was back in those CHRIS-ED-BLOG DAYS, folks!
I ran into an old time traveler today, when I left my doctor's office, for my check up appointment. Every time I go there now, the doctor has some wild emergency, and is running behind by a minimum of an hour to an hour and a half. Sometimes, things need to be timed; huh Mister William Pine Hill Harner??? No airplane can fly for 30 years, and look and sound exactly the same. I used to call it the “UGLY PLANE”, and it has a co-traveler, that I used to call, the “FIGHTER PLANE”. We won't even start delving into the complexities that are involved with all of this. I came out of the doctor's office building, a hundred yards off of Nebraska Avenue, at just a couple minutes shy of STOCK MARKET CLOSING BELL TIME, naturally, about 3:57 give or take, and it came roaring right over me. I gave it a military salute. This plane is a time-plane, and it moves not only in the skies over this planet, but also, through time, and thus never appears to age, whatever time that I am in and perceive this aerial vehicle in, as it just moves back and forth in the wink of an eye. I first began being stalked and messed with by these two planes, in late august of 1986, and it never ever stops. They are always there, you know, like wonderful ADT!
CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
DECEMBER 9, 2015,
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:06,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-------(H78-/L-66).
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 76%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.
WIND IS E AT 6, WITH GUSTS TO 11.
TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0006.
My Global Audience in a Shade Ratio:
PEACE OUT, MISTER MARCUCCI, AND YOUR COOL PALS!
Eat your mother fuckiGN heart out; Lenny McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, WAYV-FM AND PAULA PATTY KING HOLLISTER WHATEVER EXPLORATRON, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
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THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!
Not 506 Robin Hill mid-stay, folks; but yes, it is now 5:06 Post Meridian (after-noon). So fucking cunt eating WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Let's stop all this fuckiGN god dam killing each other over silliness; people of Planet Earth. Can't you see that in a few years, this whole world will be worse than fuckign Rikers Island, unless this horrible fuckiGN tide is turned?????? Well, here goes me' poor whittle fucking SPELL-CHECK pwogwam, Mister Elmer Fwudd. Let me boot off and back on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, all real New Yorkers know that there is a lot more on that island, than just the famous jail, that became three times more famous, after the greatest law show of this world, graced our television presence, called, “L & O”!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, PLEASE!!!!
HERE IS WHY THE TIME-PLANE-UFO-EXPLORATRON STRUCK ME, AT MY DOCTOR'S OFFICE; FOLKS. HOPEFULLY, YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, ALONG WITH MISTER ISLANDER BILLY JOEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHA-AHA-AHA.
So Mister Governor Kean from 1983 and 1984; if we all are ''perfect together'', maybe my wonderful daughter would like to know if we are fallen angels as well. Oh boy, Mom!!!
To quote Diana, “Waterfalls are so awesome”.
I will take you to lovely waterfalls, endlessly, my precious sweet Diana, just don't ever go away!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh little baby, won't you stay???
Twenty-five lighthouses that strobe.
LIKE HOLY MOLEY HYPER WOW; MACY BUNCH, ATLANTIC CITY, AND ALL HATERS OF MOUNTAINPEN, AND HIS POWERFUL TRUE STORY, E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
HOLY HOLLY HOLLISTER MOLEY MOLLY, YO!!!!!!!!
To this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to that music attorney by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg, early in the autumn of 1980, or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on one open reel tape, at a speed of 7 and one half IPS, on a full track recording, copied onto my RS-1500-US, open reel semi-pro mastering machine, that I bought from the Martin Audio/Video store, in Manhattan, in May of 1980, and was delivered to my apartment by UPS, early in the first week in June, right before my powerful and unfathomable bizarre Lois Foca dream-HIE-RAW! Suddenly Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes, had made a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw the attorney recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song magically seemed to get pulled off of the air, and was killed cold; but no one ever spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard Solomon, not Lenny McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the real kicker of all kickers; Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, of Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves with the above pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms, that show a history of my musical copyrights. My 1994 book, The Permission Barrier, is not included since this was not a song; and only goddess knows why the roulette system, from two years before that, in 1992; was included, as that was not a song, but rather, a system for playing 'inside numbers' roulette. Still, I never was given a copyright on the song, and its arrangement, back in 1980. They made sure it was the following year, after the BEEGEE incident, and did not include the name of my arranger on the copyright form. The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet song-list was used; I had copyrighted the LOST LOVE song. But it was the arrangement that was stolen, and even without the copyright, Tom Glenn, my arranger, was paid in full by me, as work for hire, or whatever they call it. This music and arrangement is all legally owned by me, and is legally my property, whether copyrighted or not; as long as Tom Glenn is available to go to court, and witness this for me someday. Should that ever miraculously happen; then the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother fuckiGN crackpot; oh GAP Sheriff, and GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100% TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes Donna, it will most definitely be all right in the morning lightHOUSE and in the morning light as well, Mister Wonderful Microsoft Corporation Smartwords!!!!!!!!!!!
CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
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Boy oh boy, my people really do get around, and I am happy to see them all doing whatever it is they do. You know life's a real real funny old dog when you sit down to ponder on stuff, peeps. You're doing your thing and Mountainpen sits here in South Central Eastern Florida, USA, wondering what it all could be about, well, not totally wondering perhaps, but the details will elude me of course, and then I must wonder if these same great travelers, read my words from what may sometimes seem to be further out than they'll ever travel, understanding and comprehending it on levels that they indeed are getting it on, but yet, its totally remaining always a bit like the great butterfly song from decades now long gone by, you know; ELUSIVE. Yeah, just a passing thought, but thought that I'd share it my kind folks. Life really is a silly old dog, and again, three cheers for Mister John Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of New York County, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO!
'GREAT' FOLKS OUT HERE, you are now reading CHAPTER 19.
OR PERHAPS 4 THE VAST MAJORITY, NAUGHT SO GWATE!
When the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical projects together, on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died of brain fucking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida in 2016!
I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously trucking horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.
ALL 2007 SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE REAL DAMN WELL YO, “THE END”.
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PLEASE KEEP ON READING 4 JUST A BIT, YO!
CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER 18
There are no absolutes, but David Leigh Smith from Cooley-Hall had some very wonderful advice for me that day after I returned from Ellisberg Circle's weird school of machine-professors. I told on earlier blogs a lot about this place, the Ellisberg Circle that is, not just limiting this discussion to this school that was there. There was mom's boyfriend who took mom and me by car one Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1969, to several stores there. My mom needed to buy a mirror, and I was told to take it to the car, and given the keys, so I could place it into the back seat, and then either come back and find my mom and her boyfriend Sid, or at my discretion, remain in the car until they completed their shopping task. I chose to do neither, and took the mirror, and used it to almost cause a lot of serious problems, by using it in a manner not intended by its manufacturer, that is, to reflect bright blinding sunlight, directly into the face of drivers. Today, the world of this new age would have seen me in what I call, the Abbey Carmichael Law & Order way, you know, a bad egg, a crazy nutty adolescent who needs to just be locked away, for not conforming and obeying and saying yes sir, no ma'am to every dam adult within my daily interactivity. Hey, I wasn't a really bad ass, but I was quite the imp who could really piss off my mom's sort of nutty boyfriend, Sidney, without, to quote Lenny McKinnon who I would not go onto meet for eleven years, ''any doubt about it''.
Before this time, back in the spring time of 1969, about a half of a year or so, I had become friends, an d not by my choosing, but everything in this life is always my fault and I am the perpetual absolute bad guy in all things, as I shortly thereafter have come to learn; but yes, Brad and I did some things that were bad, and I told about most of it, on these blogs, the first two years of them, in 2006 and 2007. But why I acted out, had something to do with being given this somewhat wild bigger kid, who was fourteen months younger than me, in the body of a seventeen year old, with the physical strength to match, and an eye for the fairer gender, and on I can go here, but won't, since he is not here to produce his side of anything that I might say; but yes, he was a wild customer, and quite a pistol, and a lot more; but he was my pal, and we did become close friends; about as close as any two young teen boys could be, who lived in the same garden type apartment system, of those times and days. But Brad was not the only reason that I began going a bit loco in many various ways, such as acting out with screaming and cursing, and being defiant with parents and authority, abnd feeling life was somehow mistreating me, because shit was happening to me, beginning early in February of that year, and going strong, month after month, in ways that no blog could ever really hope to adequately and properly address and define in terms that would permit normal and average type of people, any ability to identify and or relate to me, from their own personal private young lives. I am speaking of three major things here, that most of you out here know, or think that you all do, to some degree and some extent. These being, the chain and the wild teen girl on Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, the train and my suddenly remembering an entire half century or more of a lifetime, where I had grown into a man and an adult, lived a totally failed and fucked up life, and ended up realizing that I had been repeating this loop of nightmares, similar to being literally trapped in a helluish I-Ching Trance, for what would seem to be about six to ten thousand years, give or take, if all strung together. The biggest of all, was the first Saturday in July, just shortly before Brad and his mom, Grace Messenger, moved away, and took up residence in Cherry Hill, in the Stievasent Towers, about two miles or more away from the Haddon Hills Apartments. I do not have a play by play memory of the day it happened and the exact events. It is jumbled broken up nightmarish fragments, just exactly like the inverted digital year to follow, 27 years later, in 1996, when the great exploratron Patty-Paula, got me a second time, and this time, was witnessed to some degree, by a maintenance person at the apartment I was at then, called the Highview Apartments, in Monroe Township, Gloucester County, Williamstown, New Jersey, just down the street from the famous Black Horse Pike, and the Gete's Diner. My Spell-Check has been disabled, so I need to go off and come back on, and fix my typos.
Discussing exploratron-Patty-Paula or EPP for short, is like discussing Sarah Krassle, as with both, this mother and daughter team have extremely unfathomable abilities to do inconceivable and outlandish mystical things, and they do them on a regular basis. If you do not think about someone, yet begin to dream about them on a regular basis, this means that they are thinking about you. I promise you that this is true, but I am speaking in five dimensions, not three. This applies to both of these 'people' and yes, I do single quote the word there, as I do not know just who or what they really truly are. The game that Sarah wants me to play with her, seems to imply that by its very title that she spouted off to me on P. H. Day of 1996, and very interesting symbolic initials too if I may add here; this game seems to be all about indeed guessing who is 'real' and who is 'not real', or who is the guest, which can very easily be interpreted to mean, who has an active dreaming-doppelganger inside of them, hence that would be the 'GUEST' that I will need to 'GUESS', if I am to successfully navigate my way through this physical hellish life and this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE.
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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