SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF THE WORST 5 DAY STRETCH OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE
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11:51 POST MERIDIAN ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT
APRIL 26, 2023, and MP4B (04-2023) is 23% [6:26].
This is a supplemental entry. I am not going 2B able 2 post this 2 the internet until my service is on sometime on mother fucking goddamn FRIDAY when hopefully, Comcast will come out 2 help get my services on and going. They R all totally out, and will B out due 2 a very lengthy fucking cunt power failure today, that struck around the five of the clock hour in a sudden incredible mind busting storm that blew up out of nowhere, causing near-hurricane damage all over my Fort Pierce area, phone poles, trees, many things completely knocked fucking down and broken, and power was lost 4 a good solid mother fucking 3 STRAIGHT HOURS OF TIME, ROUGLY FROM A WEE BIT PAST FIVE THROUGH A WEE BIT PAST 8 OF THE CLOCK. This storm that suddenly blew up out of absolutely fucking nowhere was SENT BY HALLS FAWCES 2 wreck my day and make this almost a BOTBAR TIMES FUCKING 5 SUPER HORRENDOUS MONSTROUS DAY; but yesterday believe it or naught Mizz Blake, I did have a slight back off so it was three really bad 'doozie-whoppers' followed by a slight break and then KAPOW on steroids. Today was worse than all of the previous ones all PUT THE FUCK TOGETHER AND MULTIPLIED BY DOGSHIT CUBED!!!!!!!! The only thing 2 do here is just tell it, and it will B posted 2 the internet sometime on Friday, HOPEFULLY, as I don't ever count any chickens B4 they hatch, never-ever, lovely Diana. This is now a major internet legal document, and is my DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION. I WILL B DEAD SOON, AND I WAS ABSOLUTELY MURDERED, AND BY ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN DISCUSSED ON THESE 17+ YEARS OF THIS 'BOM' BLOG PROJECT, IN VARIOUS WAYS. I SWEAR THIS IS THE TRUTH, AND UNDER PAIN AND PENALTY OF PURJURY I MAKE THESE LEGAL CLAIMS HEREIN, OH FBI, OH ACLU AND ANYONE ELSE WHO MAY IN ANY WAY B CONCERNED HERE!
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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 WEDNESDAY THE TWENTY-SIXTH DAY OF APRIL, of 2023, and who have struck me from the second I awakened from an afternoon nap around five of the clock, with ANOTHER HUGE GARGANTUAN DEATH ASSAULT WORSE THAN MANY DECADES IF NOT WORSE THAN EVER, AND THAT BEGAN WITH A UTILITY ATTACK FOLLOWED ALL DAY AND NIGHT BY A MAJOR AIR ASSAULT AS WELL, SHUTTING DOWN MY ENTIRE COMCAST SERVICE COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY, AND THEN MAJOR AIRPLANES AND CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER IN A BRUTAL DEATH SIEGE AGAINST ME; 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.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
I woke up 2 a storm starting up out of nowhere, and it blew into a near-hurricane, and the winds blew phone poles down, but only right here in my area did that happen and cause a loss of electrical fucking power 4 a period of 3 straight hours. I thought that my power brick would hold if nothing was being used or drawn on, but I was indeed totally fucking mistaken. After an hour, POW, out it went as well, rotten cheapo piss-poor batteries. Just this morning around twenty past ten, the Comcast technician came out and reprogrammed my modem, and if I had been smart, I would have asked him 2B sure it worked if power went out and came back on, but I didn't; and no, it doesn't work. All service is out now as a result of the loss of power. This is Y of course they did not want me 2 ever have their goddamn fucking modem-battery that does last 4 a minimum of 24 hours if not used a lot during the outage. All I need is 4 the thing 2 stay on so it won't keep goddamn fucking up on me the way it is doing every time the enemies screw with me and kill my electrical power. Just after getting this thing repaired, a few hours later, boom, power goes off 4 longer than it has since last goddamn summer during another real OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE early one moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. This was a few months B4 my blogs had started up again last goddamn ass September. Every single goddamn thing that is happening 2 me is happening with a definite and absolutely discernable purpose and intent, and only a fucking moron retard would B unable 2C this if it were happening 2 them, IPYT. First, I wait 4 over 2 weeks 2 get the repair peeps out 2 fix the modem this morning, then boom, out goes the power just a few hours later, 4 long enough 2 kill my power brick's battery-back-up system. Then the Comcast scumballs did not ever ship my battery when I had the service set up and I requested it 3 times, and yet they billed me 4 the battery, as stated in prior blogs. Half of this month I have been without my full service that is absolutely paid 4 by me and in full, and the only credit they offer me is four dollars and ninety-five cents. I went out after my brick died and my modem went dead and the outage continued, and I drove 2 the local park and phoned my pal in Miami, Mike-P. Then I went to a Mickey-D, but their 'shake machine' was on the fritz, due 2 the storm, as many merchants in town, although their lights were on, their internet had been effected; and they had 2 do their things by hand, and get cellphone authorizations 4 charges not paid 4 with cash. I had lots of spurious peeps, and many I know fully well were Otammic enemies, screwing with me the entire time that I was out. I left the Mickey-D and drove 2 a 'Burger-Paula' further down the road south, and B4 going there, I bought a couple cans of soda at the Dollar Tree Store, in case I couldn't get any drinks at any fast food place. At the 'BK', I ordered a medium fries, and 2 plain double-burgers; and sat in my car with the windows rolled down 2 keep cooler, and ate my din-din in the parking lot, and watched some lovely distant lightning make her beautiful designs and colors above me in the distant western skies. When I pulled out my phone 2 call Mike at the park B4 going 2 the 3 stores after that, I somehow mysteriously lost one of my mother fucking earplugs in my shirt pocket. Not 2 worry, I have a couple of dozen spares here at home, but this really pissed me off and made my BOTBAR literally move on into the territory of goddessdog SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the shit around me was just like the famous musical hit songs that we all hear about throughout our lives, U know; they just kept coming and coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't begin 2 list literally dozens of annoyances and screw-ups. It was a day like nothing that I've fucking ass experienced since the late nineteen-eighties when this OTAMMIC NIGHTMARE from straight out beyond the gates of DOGTOWN itself, all reared its demonic ugly shit-head!!!!!!!!!! Things very recently have deteriorated into pathways naught experienced by me since three to four mother fucking decades ago!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am naught exaggerating here one lousy stinking goddamn bit, lovely Mizz Phone-Company BLAKE from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could type so much that there would actually B over three hundred pages of my screams and rants, but I'll spare all of U that, YO! When I tried driving home after nearly two hours since the outage, it was still ongoing, and I knew it because our traffic light where I turn off the main drag was still out, and the traffic officer was still out directing the traffic. I went back and ate my Mickey-D food in a parking lot outside of a mini-mall, and then I killed more time, and eventually after enjoying lightning a while, and eating; I tried once again, and this time, the power was finally goddamn fucking restored. However, my ONLINE indicator-light as well as my TELEPHONE indicator-light on my COMCAST-MODEM was off, and after trying a couple of resets, it wouldn't come on, and at least they WERE ON after the first outage happened, despite services not properly operating 4 me. Now, poof, nothing; all is dead. I called up the 211 line 2 try and get some support. Those services R all totally worthless. They can't do jack fucking squat 2 help me, and they don't seem 2 care one tiny wee fucking ass bit either! Then I called Comcast and got eventually connected with an agent who was the most annoying ignorant idiot agent that I have ever dealt with in my entire life. I have a new appointment scheduled 4 Friday, and all the credit they will give me 4 all my hell with their rotten service was five bucks. They told me that I can get a battery at the Vero Beach 'xfinity-Store', and I kept telling him that they didn't have those modem batteries when I was there setting up my service, U may all remember that day. This was that wild day when I had my old Assurance Wireless carrier knock me off B4-I had completed the transferring of service, and then later learned that U do the transfer at the office of the new carrier place where UR switching your service 2. I would call 2 make sure but there is no number on the card, and yet I MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY REMEMBER HAVING THE SALES-REPS CARD IN MY WALLET, AND IT IS NOT THERE NOW. I MUST HAVE BEEN “SWITCHED”, AND IT WAS A LADY NAMED STACEY 'SOMETHING', AS HOW CAN I EVER FORGET THAT NAME OF STACEY? There is simply no way that I'd fucking lose her business card. I would bet a lot of money that I'll drive over there tomorrow 4 my battery and they won't have it. They refuse 2 let a technician-repairman bring me one either. Also the original agent who had 2 transfer me 2 the biggest idiot I've ever spoken 2 in my life, told me it was free 2 me under the program that I am on, but this agent said no, it is 65 bucks. Hey, it is worth it, but I'm listing all of these things in my complaint letter 2 the goddamn fucking FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. My letters will B in the mail B4 the Friday appointment techs arrive. These diseased entertainment world enemy pricks could have prevented me from ever having all of this hellish problem and woe-whiz-me hellishness with all of this, either by making sure I'd get a battery, or at least have one in the store or send it 2 me UPS which 3 goddamn fucking times they promised me they'd do, and they never did, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That idiot agent was playing a game with me, and tormenting me; and I know it, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody could B as stupid as he was pretending 2B, and then that endless shit with their 'polite diatribe preset words', that R endlessly repeated of how much they R trying 2 help me, and how they value me as a customer, and literally a dozen or more other things that R a worthless waste of time; and yet get repeated over and over and not one thing is being said or done 2 actually in any smallest way, alleviate my problems. My health won't fucking take 2 much more of this abuse; FBI, ACLU, FTC, FCC, & World Court at the goddamn ass HAGUE!!!!!!! It just fucking ass won't YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know beyond any shadow of doubt that COMCAST is a major ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY GIANT, AND OTAMMIC ENEMY OF MARK WAYNE MOHR. There isn't one wee bit of doubt that they R trying 2 make me crazy and kill myself, Mizz AT&T BLAKE, and U.S. Copyright © Office of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'd bet a trillion USD on it double or nothing, and on 'borrowed fucking mob-$$$$'. First we have Ed Snyder and the Flyers Hockey Team and the buying out of my small security company making it part of Allied Barton, then we get Mister Crichton of Disney, my kid's X-husband, and his association with Disney as part of the TEENNICK Channel. I can go on and on; the story all proves itself, merely not quite in court-acceptable evidence, & we all know that this is all bull-shit!
Diana's
moon was with me when it got dark, and I could
C both her
moon and Her lightning simultaneously
while I was eating me' did-din at the mini-mall parking lot, B4
coming home eventually after being out from about 6:15, until about
half past nine or so. During this time, there was one small area in
the southwest that was clear, and it was still light enough; and the
ALL
DAY
CHEMTRAIL FUCKING ASSAULT
was still there,
and was screwing with me beyond big ass time, folks, YO
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
have made an absolute fucking decision now. I am 2 old
4 this. I will B dead if I don't run the
fuck away from this TOTALLY EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, and so I WILL B
DOING JUST MOTHER FUCKING THAT, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I won't goddamn lie 2 anyone out here, naught 4 one lousy ass fucking microsecond. I never thought that things would revert back 2 shit being THIS GIODDAMN FUCKING HORRIBLE AGAIN. I thought that these diseased pricks had a tiny teeny weensy wee bit of non-Irish shame and humanity, but they DO NAUGHT, oh Mizz Blake, mahm'. They simply do naught. They know that I am a sick pathetic old man, and they R just ramming and reaming and pummeling me at full power without one small let up, and if I don't make a mother fucking run 4 my goddamn fucking life, I will B and yes, 2 quote Star Trek's great Squire Trilane here, “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”, and without any assists from previously chosen fucking HUNTINGTON'S who once were also under this monstrous inconceivable Huntington Curse straight from beyond the goddamn gates of Dogtown. Yes ole' Herbert's kid Sir Arthur chopped his wife's head off with an ax, and then went 2 the bedroom down the hall 2 do his mother in law in with the same passion, and in the same way; B4 then proceeding down into his basement of his great Braintree, Massachusetts-USA home, where he copied the mighty STAR TREK'S General-Squire TRILANE and hung himself there, until yes peeps, he was “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”. OH YES SIR, oh wonderful Detective Elliot Stabler of the illustrious “Law & Order-SVU” television show!
SO WOW-WOW-WOW-THAT, MISTER DAMN-ASS MACY!!!!
And I thought shit was bad back in time, Paulaking2011 and Patty-Paula, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, and AHA AHA AHA android0.9-MS!!!!!!!
I have absolutely no voice mail service, and no one is able to call my landline number. It seems 2 go right 2 a voicemail system only when I try and access the voicemail, there is no service whatsoever. It is half past six on Wednesday morning. My window 4 a Comcast repairman is between 8 and 10, and I don't think that they will come, and I am already 2 call the FCC and the FBI, to make a complaint against this entertainment world giant and major SPACEFORCE ENEMY who has been well paid by the M-CLUB most likely, 2 put me through this horrible fucking hell. Since April the 11th I've had NO LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE OTHER THAN ONCE IN A WHILE IT WORKS 2 MAKE OUTGOING PHONE CALLS, AND 4 A SHORT COUPLE OF DAYS GIVE OR TAKE, INCOMING CALLS WERE WORKING, BUT 4 THE MOST PART, NO SERVICE, YET MY BILL IS COMING IN 4 FULL SERVICE EACH DAY SINCE 2 GODDAMN MOTHER ******* WEEKS AGO, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. I will B taking my landline phone service out completely after today unless I get a good reason 4Y this has all happened 2 me and am made up and compensated 4 all of this goddamn fucking total hellishness. This ELECTRONIC-UTILITY DEATH ASSAULT on me began on the 11th of April and has worsened back on early Saturday morning when what was originally done 2 me went on a steroids fucking roll on April 22nd and I most likely will CANCEL ALL MY COMCAST SERVICE SOON as I refuse 2 again go through years of their mother ******* endless bullshit persecution as I did 4 many straight years back at the goddamn PEEHA BUILDING. SOOOOOO, 'WOW-THAT'-34!
COMPLAINTS PHONE NUMBERS OF FEDERAL AGENCIES
Federal Communications Commission COMPLAINTS CONTACT INFO:
1-888-225-5322
By Phone: Call the FBI at 1-800-CALL-FBI (1-800-225-5324).
Report a Hate Crime or Find Help - Department of Justice
https://www.justice.gov › hatecrimes › get-help-now
Contact FBI Headquarters. FBI Headquarters 935 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Washington, D.C. 20535-0001 (202) 324-3000. Note: At this time we do not have a...
I am ending this supplemental blog at eighteen minutes past one of the clock on this Thursday goddamn morning, April electrical (27), 2023.3 to the power of 3, the electron cubed or “HER NUMBER”, huh me' wuvwee Lightning? I've got your number, all your numbers; and a lot of your secrets now as well, oh lovely girl. Gee, imagine that Mister 34-MACY!!!!!!
Don't get me started today with numbers, dice cubes, etc!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, AND MY REVENGE WILL B LARGER THAN ANYONE
CAN EVEN START 2 GODDESSDOG FATHOM, IPYT PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF THE WORST 6 DAY STRETCH OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE
This is not happening. I have awakened into a brand new mother fucking AUGUST 15, 1986, BACK ON SATURDAY THE 22nd of April, 2023, and it is literally AS BAD IF NOT EVEN WORSE THAN THE ORIGINAL TRIP INTO ETERNAL GODDAMN H---E---L---L!!!!!
As U may B aware so far, I was absolutely told and promised that if I go to the xfinity-store in Vero Beach, they would sell me a modem-battery. This never happened. I went there and was treated like pure total shit by two nasty guys that met a morning crowd at the door, and would not let anyone in except by appointment, and they told me, “they do not stock batteries, never did, nor will, and basicly 2 go and get lost”. This has 2B some nightmare that I will awaken from, oh FCC; only that is the exact same mother fucking thing that I goddamn thought back in August of 1986, and NEVER DID AWAKEN FROM THAT!!!!!!!!! I have had several screaming matches with total flaky nut case COMCAST AGENTS, and another one pursued after I got back into my car and drove off 2 a more secluded part of this large mini-mall parking lot nearby the xfinity-store, and was eventually told that I would B getting a call back later on in the day, and I never got one. The FCC wasn't nice 2 me either when I drove home 2 call them and complain. I am being billed every single day 4 ABSOLUTELY NO SERVICE WHATSOEVER WITH COMCAST. The FCC couldn't seem 2 care less, PRESIDENT BIDEN, GREAT SIR. WHAT IS HGAPPENING HERE 2 ME, SIR??????????????? Then another gigantic storm blew up all over again around the very same time, knocking power off again three times, and it went back on each time within a minute, and unlike the over 3-HOUR outage the day prior, Wednesday. When I went out 2 pick up my emptied trash and recycle bins at exactly a quarter shy of 2 in the afternoon, a CRASH LEVEL CHOPPER JUST APPEARED OUT OF LITERALLY NOWHERE AND MADE ME JUMP A MILE. The mother fucking SPACEFORCE ENEMY was heading directly over my head at no more than ninety feet or so, heading due south and coming from the north; where I had just been shortly, when driving up 2 the VERO BEACH XFINITY-STORE, and totally wasting my gas, and going through an unspeakable nightmare fucking HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not happening by some random happenstance set of beyond fucking bizarre coincidences either, let me promise anyone reading these words of THAT, right 'damn-ass' now, Captain Spock-Kirk! Not one person cares what I am going through, not the peeps on the other end of the so-called caller-help-line of 211, not the authorities, nobody!!! Everyone is busy with their own lives, and R just allowing me 2 literally DIE HERE with no service that I am being DAILY BILLED 4. My doctors R naught able 2 reach me since they have my landline phone number, since I switched back a while ago, and gave them that number; and the list is endless, as I have no internet, no ROKU-TV service since there is no internet, no landline telephone; and 2 quote Mizz Motown-Ross oh so 1983 fucking perfectly here, “NO NOTHING”! My landlord is busy with his personal life and isn't even here. Lately he is always off at some hospital with problems of his own, and the lady who sent me into this hellishness 2 begin with, nabe-Dawn-Angela won't or can't help me, no one will or can, or cares at all; & after they put me in this nightmare 2 boot. I was living with what I had B4 that night when I saw her and some peeps that she was with out walking, and began somehow discussing this junk; and she then got me into this new crazy service that is nothing but an endless hellish fucking diseased nightmare on quintessential steroids!!!!!!!!!! I am literally sitting here out of my mind, and will have 2 make a run 4 it, OUT OF HERE, AND BACK EITHER 2 NEW JERSEY, where life at least WAS FUCKING NON-MOWRY AND QUITE 'REAL', or else run down 2 some South American country, and take just a few things, along with my VALID-PASSPORT!!!!!!!!!!! This can't go on. I will die if this hell is not somehow stopped, and no one will or seemingly is able 2 get it all stopped. I have absolutely no support system in place 4 these endlessly occurring emergencies, no family support, and (only family enemy hellishness), and on and on. Out of the previous 6 days now, 5 of them were all BEYOND FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR HELLISH DAYS, & that none of U out there could even survive. Let me goddamn ass assure U all of that, YO!
The same storm keeps coming back and winds gust well into gale-force, with absolutely torrential rains and flooding, and yet my landlord when I phoned him today and told him I have no service and cannot get any news, and asked 'just what gives' with this wild ass fucking weather; and he just laughs and says to me, welcome 2 FLORIDA! Power goes out every single day as a result. LIGHTNING is striking my porch over and over, & it is just like 1969 all over again, when I lived with my mom as a child of between age nine and fourteen years, at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, in good ole' 'WANNA' SPEND MY TIME'---WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. LIGHTNING would strike right outside my living room window literally over and over again all throughout both the summers of 1968 and 1969 as though SHE knew this entire shit up here in MY NOW HAPPENING FUCKING FUTURE TIME OF 2023!!! WOW.
Well 2 quote the great Sir MOE HOWARD HERE PEEPS, from the 3-STOOGES, one of the Howard brothers of the team; “I never heard of such a thing”!!!!!!!! I have never seen the weather like has been, and I've gone through 4 FLORIDA HURRICANES NOW, ONE IN 2016, ONE IN 2017, AND TWO OF THEM LAST YEAR IN FUCKING ASS 2022. This is a beyond off the scale super damn ass weird situation. I know it, and I am aware that other peeps R all somehow being totally and absolutely 'BIBLICALLY PROPHESIED' MIND-HACKED about everything going on around them. U all know well if U followed these blogs, or archived them from back in 2006 and 2007, my first 2 years of this BOM-BLOG; that I discussed and labeled something called the 'PAWM-PIE', standing 4 the way that astral influences and totally invisible powers R fully and completely able 2 infiltrate and indwell matter worlds of this physical plane, and do all of the INFLUENCING STUFF inside of them, that conforms 2 their mother fucking will. This is also all 100 percent entirely goddamn BIBLICAL, and so just ask any good bible preacher 2 show U the exact spots where this junk is talked about IN YOUR BIBLES, folks!!!!!!!! U all just go right ahead and C if U can disprove the goddamn MOUNTAINPEN here. I dare one single fucking soul 2 try it, and or B able 2 do it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'PAWM' is the initials made from the words, PEOPLE-ANIMALS-WEATHER-MACHINES, and these 4 things or items or call it whatever U may wish 2 call it YO folks, as these 4 items R what these ASTRAL DAMN ASS FAWCES R ALWAYS WORKING THORUGH, AND ALL THE DAMN ASS FUCKING TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA-HA, ME' GODDAMN BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
My landlord has 2 come over eventually 2 collect his rent 4 the month of MAY-2023, so when he does, I'll discuss this with him, and if he cannot help me, I will run away from here, never 2 mother fucking return again; and then GOOD RIDDANCE 2 FLORIDA, AKA Flowerland-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I never got a callback as was promised by COMCAST. I did get another gigantic wild storm shortly after the closing bell on WALL STREET, a rinse and repeat of the day B4. There was major flooding, gale force winds, torrential rains, heavy DIANA, AKA Lightning, here by mortal worlders of this Earth-Planet, and yes; power outages. There was absolutely no reason 4 my mistreatment at their goddamn stupid dorky fucking phone store at the Indian River Mall of Vero Beach, 'XFINITY'. We R not back in COVID-TIMES. Then this kind of weird shitty behavior would B the norm. I asked my landlord, AKA codename, Mike Blandlord from earlier blogging texts and yes, he said, “absolutely there is no return of the Covid-19 NIGHTMARE”, and he had no damn rational explanation of what was happening over at that store late Thursday morning in Vero Beach, FLUSAESMWG! Still, it happened. All these assholes at the door kept saying 2 me was that there was nothing they could do 4 me, yet the agents in the 'IT-Tech-Department' the night previously absolutely told me 2 go 2 the place even after I insisted with them that they had told me that I am not able 2 purchase a modem-battery there. The nightmare day went on and on, and then it only continued 2 endlessly worsen and nothing I do is able 2 normally work out, or function the way that shit is supposed 2 normally work in everyday life. THINGS R COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY OUT OF THE WORST NIGHTMARES OF ANY FICTIONAL TYPE OF TWILIGHT ZONE TELEVISION SHOW OR OUTER LIMITS SHOW OR WHAT HAVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After I simply could take no more, around shortly past 7 last evening, as it is now 22 minutes past fucking one in the moUUUUUUrning, on this now Friday, 28 April of 2023, the 'demonic diseased DEVIL-23' numbered-YEAR, as we all know quite well; I then crashed onto my bed in my north-bedroom, and I awoke at about ten minutes past midnight on this now FRIDAY, 04/28/2023. I went outside and immediately, that same SPACEFORCE ENEMY CHOPPER WAS CIRCLING THIS RESIDENCE & PERSECUTING AND ENDLESSLY HARASSING ME, OH FEDERAL AVIATION ADMINISTRATION, (FAA), AND FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was ongoing at quarter past midnight-'12', and I stopped looking after about a quarter hour, turned on my computer, and BEGAN THIS BLOG. This is now my second SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY, as I cannot post anything up of course since I HAVE NO GODDAMN FUCKING INTERNET SERVICE, AS U ALL KNOW QUITE GODDAMN SHIT-EATING WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FCC; I've given up on ever getting a modem-battery. COMCAST IS PLAYING A NON-BEATABLE GAME WITH ME, AND U WON'T LISTEN 2 ME OR TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND MAYBE R IN ALL OF IT WITH THEM 4 ALL I MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN CAN KNOW HERE! What I will do is one of 2 things, and then if nothing can B done 2 rectify this new 'AUGUST 15-1986 HELL-2 DEAL' THAT I'VE BEEN MAGICALLY FUCKING TRANSPORTED INTO, MISTER DISNEY-MOWRY OF APRIL 11 AND APRIL 22 OF 2023 DEMON-YEAR; will B simply THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS: I will check out the best power back up systems available either at WALMART brick & mortar stores or available on my mother fucking AMAZON-online account; as I have heard from talking with local neighbors outside, during last summer's numerous electrical power outages, and despite their being very very fucking expensive, up to half a grand; but there R some back up systems that R good 4 up 2 one entire day, that's 24 goddamn hours, especially if all that is needed is 2 keep a modem on, and 'in-programmed memory', and not in real heavy usage beyond that. If this all turns out 2B the normal nabe-nonsense that I did indeed receive quite more than my share of over the past nearly one year here with some of these TRUMPER-NUT CASES; then it is time 2 CLEAR THE SHIT EATING CHRIST OUT OF THIS STATE, AND GET AS FAR AWAY AS I DID BACK IN DECEMBER OF 2009, WHEN I RAN AWAY FROM THE GREAT 'WASHCLOTH-KING CLAN' AND NEW JERSEY-USA AS WELL; YO BRO!!!!!!!!! So if I can get a really good powerful special back up system somehow, and somewhere 4 half a grand; then by the budget busted fucking gods, THIS IS JUST WHAT WILL NEED 2B DONE, as I cannot go on like this. I will check out places where generators R indeed sold, like those super expensive GENERAC GENERATORS. someone will either B able 2 solve my problem even here in HELL, or else it is time 2 pretend I am back in 12-2009 ALL OVER AGAIN, and run-run-run, far far far mother fucking cunt away from this place, 'all great corded songs', and lovely Jenny's everywhere, the world over; YO YO YO-ME' BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! No one on this entire planet other than 4 fucking me, could take this much endless horrendous totally monstrous and inconceivable H-----E-----L-----L!!! It is 1:46 A.M., on the damn button, and my power just went out again 4 about two or three seconds. Now of course my power brick made sure that my trustworthy ole' 'cumpukeher', and TV-ROKU screen both remained on and running, and with no losses. Still this is beyond wild and crazy, and my SPACEFORCE FUCKING DISEASED ENEMIES have a perfect excuse 4 this all happening, which is this wild unexplainable PAWM-PIE CRAZY RECENT FLORIDA WEATHER PATTERN THAT I AM EXPERIENCING 4 OVER A WEEK NOW, AND WORSENING EACH GODDAMN CRAZY ASS FUCKING DAY OR SO IT DAMN ASS SEEMS, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Do I absolutely know that this entire APRIL of 2023 nightmare deal from HELL (DOGTOWN), is what is and should B called, an attempted murder of Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr? 2 perfectly and quite accurately quote lovely Mizz Cornfields Costner Annie, from the great wonderful movie called, “Field of Dreams”, from back in the late nineteen-nineties, “U BET YOUR ASS I KNOW IT”, oh world!!!!!!!! Oh great Sir-Holy Pope, oh Mister President JRB great sir, and who I'm endlessly rooting 4 here, oh World Court Tribunal System at the HAGUE; U bet that I goddamn know that this is an absolute attempt 2 kill and destroy me forever. I claim it, I directly accuse all those whom these BOM-BLOGS discuss R indeed a major fucking total part of it; and exactly like what happened 2 fucking me back on 08-15-1986, I can pinpoint with absolute total accuracy here, the precise time it began, as well as what is behind it; at least 2 my best awareness 2 this entire nightmare mess from far far far far far far-ass beyond any goddamn fictional twilight zone television show, YO!!!!! It all happened at around a quarter past nine of the clock, back on the goddamn moUUUrning, Tuesday morning, 11 April, of this beyond fucking diseased year of 2023. That holo-wheel that I managed 2 unplug in that alternate dream-reality, (parallel universe) being the more used term in this early 21st century; along with these horrendous transdimensional DISNEY characters that I've proven 2 anyone out here, is indeed connected with me, or Y else is Mister Mike Crichton searching out my musical projects?????????? I knew in the summer of last year, 2020 when dreaming at that parking lot at that boat-rental lake property, owned by this guy who says that I am his dad; has done this entire thing 2 me, I KNOW IT, and deep down inside of a lot of U, my viewers, whomever U may B out there; I know fully well that U know it 2, or at least cannot completely shake the frightening idea and concept of it all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! I want so badly 2 completely tell the entire conversation between this fellow and a couple of other peeps, who at first in that dreaming experience, were around the two of us, and then later on left that office; but I am fully cognizant and aware that it would lead 2 my immediate and absolute fucking downfall, and so I simply cannot do it, me' fwolks! I do fully understand now, and U can all argue this with me all U may wish 2 out there in the lands of the psychiatric society, and fans of the 'DSM bible of the mind'; as I know the truth. I totally and fully and completely and absolutely know that the reason that 'Mister Dismow' as I'll CODENAME this dude, SIR SWAP, oh great sir from the dog-run park of Eastern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG; came over 2 that very large sized red convertible automobile that time, and shut off my harmony track of the “YBCO” fish song about a very greedy Stone Harbor fisherman in New Jersey, back in the late summer time of the year of 1971; is indeed more complex than can B quickly told in any one, or even in any large grouping of these BOM-BLOGS, straight out from beyond Dogtown's gates!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, he was being honest with me. The forces will not allow my story out, and so my music does indeed blare out some very blatant and certain accurate truths that powerful Scott Ransom peeps wish 2 have endlessly hidden, forgotten, and remain unproven!!!!!!! Just having that song playing a wee bit loudly in that parallel universe caused a panic, as some type of a cosmic threat; and this the same exact panic that the cosmos seems 2 feel each and every goddamn time that I ever try in any smallest way EVER EVER EVER, 2 tell and prove my horrendous story 2 this world!!!!!!!!!!! I swear this 2B the absolute utter and quintessential truth, so help me in the name of, and on the blood of my LORD, MASTER, SAVIOR, AND REDEEMER, JESUS CHRIST, who happens also 2B according 2 the great MASON LODGE, the oldest child in that generation of the now existing Scottish Huntington rooted family, of which I am directly descended from on my mother's mother's side of it. This would B the uncle of my 61st grandfather if I read those great awesome 'LINEAGE FAMILY CHARTS' CORRECTLY, given 2 me by a Masonic top degreed, or 33rd degreed MASON, back in the early 1990's, while I resided at lovely Mizz Patricia Meeker's Gibbsboro home, on Route #561. And now peeps, it is time 2 say something else from my past, B4-I'm fucking killed and murdered by this super diseased HALLS FAWCES CONTROLLED, SPACEFORCE, & also known as by me, 'AKA', my Spammenies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I have told everyone how my book from 1994, “The Permission Barrier”, all had a sort of weird 'unexplainable prophetic-ness 2 it', and how three unusual fantastic looking girls in their middle teens, from the early spring time of 1995, at a great park in NJUSAESMWG, had all said stuff 4 me 2 intentionally hear, at least, 'IMHO'; and how my book seemed 2 prophesy many things from automobile crashes, police problems, casino problems, the deaths of the two closest people 2 me, that being my best pal Sir Dave Roth and my mother; and I can go on and on, let me assure U all of that! But the great illustrious © Copyright Office, and many other peeps in this American government, also know only 2 mother fucking well that this book was no different than another very similar entertainment related item that absolutely connects directly into both the town of COLLINGSWOOD/COLLINWOOD, Sir Eugene Horowitz, who most know only as actor Michael Landon from his three most well known shows. First was “BONANZA”, then came “LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE”, and then finally came, “HIGHWAY 2 HEAVEN”. In this final show 'H-2-H', the episode that was titled, “Help Wanted Angel”, which I believe was one of the first eight to ten shows of the first opening season of the show; and fictional as it may of course B, did the very same thing that in my real damn ass life, my 1994 book went onto actually and really do in the real ass world. U need 2 all C this TV-show, B4U could then compare my book, and C this all 4 your damn ass selves, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!! This book accurately predicted many things as well, that only very recently, have I seemed 2 have apparently reached some wild newest conclusions concerning family, my entire nightmare situation; even my own goddessdog daughter 4 crying out louder than a freight train's bull-horn. Ages, voices, phone connected stuff, electronic connected stuff, inventions already created, or on my planning board so 2 speak, and on and on and on I could go here; believe THAT me' great peeps, and me' not all that great ones as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also many things connect up even far beyond just these simple opening things. This includes President Nixon's great world famous in those times and days, “Hatchet-Man”, Sir Chuck Colson (Charles), and my mother's telephone conversation and letter correspondence with him, in his more modern days from back then in the middle eighties; at his employment in a top world corporate and government office; the mighty and illustrious Raytheon Corporation. This man claimed 2B a great BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN, and he had a world famous ministry on top of a big and high paying position at the Raytheon Corporation. This ministry was a prison outreach religious ministry and he believed in being a philanthropist, which most likely was a result of the human emotions that all but 4 the sociopaths have, and a sort of repentant act of dealing with personal conscience and guilt's about stuff we've done in this damn life. One day shortly after my hellish death siege came upon me in August of 1986, and while residing at that nightmare Karpf death house in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG; he told my mother that he wouldn't B able 2 help, and that what I had gotten into went beyond his entire Christian-related abilities 2 render us any assistance whatsoever!!!! Also 'taking two pieces of this evidence and then comparing them together', just as the great Sir Henry Fonda discussed in that awesome wonderful movie called, “12 Angry Men” back in the 1950's; we have the great Nixon's Hatchet-Man saying that my stuff went beyond his Christian ability 2 render us any help whatsoever, a damn quote if me' ole' goddamn twustworthy memory is serving me even half way correctly here folks, and I twuwee think that it is; and now we add what my ole' bizz-part told me one day at the very end of the 20th century and perhaps at the very start of this 21st century; and most definitely at the very inception of our now 3rd millennium; “Mark, you're problems go beyond religion”!!!!!!!!!!!! He gave me a look when he said that remark 2 me like he had just witnessed the newest resurrection of JESUS CHRIST, IPYT folks. I'll never forget it, as normally; we don't C lots of true fear in the eyes of peeps who stand 6 foot 4 inches and weigh 340 pounds of which was mostly rock hard deadly fucking muscle!!!! I kid U naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau BLAKE from the AT&T!!!!!!!! I'll B calling U soon 2 switch over perhaps.
The very first words out of my mother's mouth, when she was literally brought back 2 life as human mortals love 2 call that phenomenon, at the John Kennedy Stratford Branch Hospital, in NJUSAESMWG; were, and this is a quote, oh wonderful “L&O” Television Show's Manhattan District Attorney Honorable Adam Schiff; “Mark, U shouldn't even B here, this is a mistake, U weren't ever meant 2 come here”. By 'HERE', she was talking about this physical or 'Madonna-Material World LIFE'!!!! Now I cannot speak here 4 the lovely 1970-1973 Amy Cooley, BUTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, BIG ASS BUTT, and yes, but; I can speak 4 myself, and what happened that day while I WAS THERE IN THE HOSPITAL, WITH MY MOM'S COWORKER AT THE GREAT SHIPPING COMPANY, SIR TOM SPEERS!!!!!!!!! This was the great man who told me that very day in the hospital cafeteria, that family secrets are a very bad thing, and that I did not really truly know just Y my mom had become a major 'drunk' all throughout the 1990's as each year progressed onward after moving into to lovely Mizz Meeker's 561 Gibbsboro home in early 1991, and after leaving the illustrious ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS forever, unit #1102. Well without rehashing Mister Star Trek's SPOCK and his lovely frozen lady pal from 5,000 years in the past, or any other not all that presently urgent junk and get on with this tale of my mom's fantastic statement made the second she came back 2 life FROM DEATH; she was beyond vehement about it and later as she grew a wee but stronger but still remained in that hospital and I would come there on my daily visits from the nearby SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE at 112 Harvard Avenue on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues; she would keep expounding on just what she had originally told me that moment upon her opening her eyes and telling me that wild thing. There is truly a whole HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE lot more 2 thisssssssssss yes lovely Mizz All My Kids 1993 Erica Snakes Lucci, mahm'. I will only open up a surface scratch here 4 right now, as I am one worn out tired and beyond fucking cunt upset dude right about now, YO peeps, YO!!!!!!!!! She told me more and more, she even had met the lovely teen goddess Pink Scylla, “STACEY” as my mom would call HER, actually meaning of course, NEECY, because on the Astral Plane of true energetic existence, where everything that is here and now would B multiplied by the square of the velocity of the photon (C-SQ) 2 put it in a mathematical term; the Earth-English pronunciation of the word-sound 'KNEE' and the word-sound 'STAY', is one and the same thing, & sort of another 'Kent and Superman' deal, if U will folks! Our Christian Holy words (the Bible), especially our King James Versions (KJV), show us the many names of “GOD”, on the Astral Plane (the spirit world or realm), or 'whatever', kind Federal Congressman and music-pal of mine from back between the years of 1975 through1980. My mom went onto tell me that my music on this other plane was all over the place, played throughout the entire place, she without knowing it was referring 2 what is known there in the 'afterlife' as the Province Olympia, or 'OP' 4 short, Olympian Province. These R just simple truths, like it or naught, folks. Back in the middle and late 1960's, I was clueless that what had happened 2 Abraham thousands of years ago, was happening 2 me in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, on 10-SC AVENUE. Sarah Krassle (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE) came 2 me there, and I was never told that this was the Almighty Singularity in a human form, at least Sir Abraham and husband of the eldest woman of fairly modern days 2 ever give child-birth, Sarah, at age 90 years, WAS INFORMED, me, SHE wanted only 2 play this crazy ass game with me. This is what I've been going through 4 a very long time now, Sir Paul Evans Pedersen and sir Charles Prison-Ministries Colson, YO!!!!!!!! Very damn recently, Diana admitted something 2 me that is totally beyond super hyper-time HUUUUUUUUGE. She said that is as natural4 the ASTRALPLANE GODS AND GODDESSES (COINS AND COILS) 2 TEASE MORTALS as it is 4 mortals 2 breath the air. I appreciated this a lot, but will never feel quite the same way about HER again while living here as the mortal me, as I had hoped that SHE'D made some wonderful exception with me,and SHE WILL NAUGHT, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, she just fucking will NAUGHT, YO BRAHHHH!!!
Yes world, it seems that as Ricktofarious, lovely Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis loves me beyond anything, yet while I am here dreaming that I am the now-human being named Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, she won't give me special treatment, not ever. Naught 'ever ever never', Mizz Blake, and Mizz Ross; and both from goddessdog 1983. It is just totally as natural 2 them as breathing is 2 humans. SHE couldn't stop screwing with me if SHE wanted 2 in other words, folks. Well, this opens up another door that I've been so concerned with 4 decades now. Y won't lovely teen-goddess 'SSJKK' give me any special treatment either, and just endlessly keeps teasing me? Folks, U wanna' know who truly believes these damn words, he is not here humanly now, naught any longer, but he was, and he was a masterful and great GURU. I speak of the mighty Eckankar Sri-Master, known humanly as Sir Paul Twitchell. Trying 2 teach this concept 2 Earthers will naught B possible, as here, we hate teasers and bullies, and this would certainly qualify as the gods and goddesses being indeed and in fact, JUST THAT!!!! 'BUTTERCHEESE' and 'big ass BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT' BUTT-but peeps, YO; truth is truth, and is also the most simple thing ever, as we all know from our childhood experiences when we lie and of course then go onto get caught in our lying; and then KAPOW!!!!!!! It gets endlessly more complex and requires a terrific memory in trying 2 keep all of our ever endlessly growing lies all straight so that we do not get caught up. The simplest deal is always going 2B thus, nothing BUTTERCHEESE and BUT, THE TRUTH of things. So this simple and ugly, yet still absolutely indisputable TRUTH with all of this is that Sri Eck Master Paul Twitchell and great book author, who wrote in his fantastic book titled, “Stranger by the River”, tells how he tried 2 go directly 2 the SINGULARITY (GOD) as most will insist on calling this unfathomable zero dimensional ultimate and absolute sentient omniscient force, and when he did, he was met by some more incredible shit than anything that my Morianity has yet 2 tell or try and get into, as up until this very week of quintessential HELL, I still did not quite GET IT, naught the entire all and everything involved in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We cannot make direct contact with the ultimate force, GOD it won't work, and scripture if U read it through in an honest and earnest attempt 2C the real truths involved here without adding into the mix any smallest parts or portions of your human desires or prejudices that make us play games like my mom's famous 'feel-good head-games', and C only the absolute truths here; as then and only then do scriptures truly come alive, and right out 2 bite us all in the ass, with some extremely unpleasant shit, such as nobody can ever call GOD, GOD can only call us, and if we ain't got a city pass and our names in the great City Hall registration book of the OP capital city of SDK, WE CANNOT B SAVED OR GET SAVED HERE ON EARTH IN OUR NOW PRESENT AND PHYSICAL FORMS. This is biblical, and any damn preacher who denies this, is a fool or a demon, or just plain stupid, and needs 2 reenter the seminary schools B4 their becoming properly ordained as any type or kind of a minister of GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still peeps, this is stuff that is not pleasant, and could possibly lead 2 global anarchy or worldwide destruction if carried far enough, and so this may B indeed just Y this is never taught or shown 2 those who would never actually intelligently pick up a BIBLE and seriously try and C what SINGULARITY is honestly saying 2 us all, YO, this wild teen-queen Pink Scylla GODDESS, YO YO YO YO-HA, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
'Hydroglacia',
that great pulsar star that we all C up in the night skies from time
2 time, also is making an appearance recently, and at the very same
time may I also add herein folks, as this entire early April-2023
nightmare hellishness began 4 me. This is absolutely no goddessdog
fucking coincidence peeps, and IPYT!!!Approximately one half damn
hour B4 the second of this 2-PART utility-electronic assault began 4
me at around half past three in the moUUUUUUUrning of 22 April, I
was out on my porch drinking a Mountain
Dew soda, and I looked up, and there she was; good ole' mother
flagging pulsar-star HYDROGLACIA!!!!!!!!!!
I walked back in And began 2 activate my computer and KAPOW,
all of DOGTOWN just suddenly and quite 'magically-mysteriously' broke
loose 4 poor 'NON-RON-MTPN', or AKA Mark Mohr, or just,
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I don't have 2 tell any of my
viewers now or ever, that I am not GOD. I am just a pathetic pitiful
little nobody as well as a sub-poverty stricken slob stuck in this
endless hellish nightmare misery that he has named himself, this
HUNTINGTON FAMILY 5,000 YEAR OLD
MOTHER FUCKING CURSE; and I cannot
B sure of anything, and I never claimed that I could B
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I'll go on endlessly mentioning shit
and blogging all the shit going on around me so that nothing ever
gets cock sucking missed here peeps, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U have 2 remember that these astral 'coins & coils' have zillions of times the energy that humans have in their astral realm truth. This is Y of course we end up dreaming out here in the post-BB realm of this physical plane into little clay blogs with a physical world manatoo inside of it, that is scared 2 death 2 ever perish and does not have ant real astral essence whatsoever, and this is Y no matter how horrible life is with us, most of us still within the range of sanity, cling endlessly 2 this physical life attachment. Coins and coils R what we mortals call and think of in our human mind awareness systems as “the gods” or simply GOD, and that part is the absolutely HUUUUUUUUGEST possible error of them all as there R gods and goddesses as well as one absolute ultimate force, the great 0-D (Singularity) that does indwell the Phase-2 Astral existence, mostly staying and interacting in HER capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or CITY OF SARAH KRASSLE, and the 'DAL' means either 'CITY' or 'CITY OF'. Astrally, SARAH is SAHASRA, and KRASSLE is KANWAL, and is all a part of that magical phenomenon never yet discussed by Mountainpen's BOM-BLOGS, or 'Morianity'. This is all part of the 'CROP CIRCLE phenomenon', here on the mortal world Earth-Planet. Singularity created the ASTRAL or the 'PLANCKTIME', as the scientists and astrophysicists all call it, and IT also created the main and capitol province in all of this timeless endless purgatorial ASTRAL-PLANE of energetic endless existence without actual space or time that is part of human and physical matter world life. It created am capitol city, an identity of ITSELF THERE in ITS CITY, and created ITS FAMILY, even right down 2 creating ITS parents who absolutely and fully believe R in fact HER PARENTS on this Astral Plane's great capitol city of SDK. But all of ITS astral-world-family are made up of COINS & COILS, and they have an energetic or astral level of ERG-units in a relationship 2 our human world race of beings. Most humans here on this Earth, have approximately one sextillionth of the energy that a coin or a coil has. No human can ever truly relate 2 such a number, not even 50 Einstein's all put together, and that IPU. The few enlightened humans here such as the NON-RON-MTPN, have approximately one quintillionth of the energy that a coin or a coil has, and that is because if we did not already have about 1,000 times more true astral energy than the other humans do, we could not have ever become enlightened humans, or 2 quote lovely West Atlantic City resident 4 many years, up on the Julian Black Horse Pike by the Abseacon Bay, the illustrious and lovely Mizz 'world renown' Julia; “A BEING”! This was a powerful speech that was given 2 me by her one evening at shortly past seven of the clock in the autumn of the year of 1996 during my frantic and beyond mind crushing insane obsession 2 locate the great teen goddess from my 1960's past in Atlantic City, the great SARAH KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!! Lovely Mizz psychic Julia told me that I need 2 become, “A BEING”! At the time, I thought that she was speaking in absurd crazy ass riddles, and nothing that she was telling me was making one wee bit of goddessdog sense 2 my then very limited mind!!!!!!!!! In full truth here, if my true amount of ASTRAL ENERGY where my truth is, where the real me truly is in other words, didn't contain this extra approximately 1,000 times greater energy amounts than 99.9999999 percent of my fellow human beings and not the advanced or the enlightened human beings, then what she was telling me would have been lost forever, forgotten, and never utilized and understood by me at some later and future human world date within my now current lifetime or dreaming-physical-sequence. But still here is my point 4 most likely nobody out here ever, as most R not 1,000 times amplified with higher values of astral true energetic reality. It is simple, 2 me, and I guess, not 2 anyone else, as the first thing a forever unenlightened human will B thinking upon hearing anything even remotely similar 2 these words is, “This is a bunch of lunacy, the dude's just a total whackadoo fucking crackpot and should B put away B4 he hurts himself or someone fucking else, YO!!!!!!! That is what those less by 1000 majority of humans TR always going 2 think, and I should of course totally B aware of this and know it all by now, Mister Islander Joel, oh rock star sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, 4 the record, the future, or 'whatever' my old pal and then onto becoming a great Federal United States Congressman Honorable Sir, and me' ole' pal from 1975 through 1980; I am gonna' make my pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens of New York-USA!!!!!!!!!! We may love our pets here on Earth, 4 the most part this is dogs and cats. Still, we don't abuse them or tease them unless we R deranged and psychopathic and mentally ill. It is now completely illegal 2 do this and when I was young, it was only a very small misdemeanor and no one would go 2 jail 4 animal torture like things work today, but my point is that Gods and Goddesses do in fact torment and torture us all the time, they do this, they then watch this and Mister William Shakespeare was put onto this wild incredible knowledge. He was actually told this by the GODS, and from this he gleaned his wisdom that led 2 his still very famous statement of, “All the world's a stage, and we're all but players in the show”. Lightning admitted 2 me a week ago that SHE had indeed whispered that into his ear beginning when he was still a growing lad, and kept telling him this, only she refused 2 tell me Y SHE had chosen him 2 tell this wild information 2 back hundreds of years ago in the 1500's, and then during his later days, when he was collaborating with the English KING JAMES 2 have the BIBLES that we all read today translated into ENGLISH, hence Y they R called what they R, King James Version (KJV), and all throughout the project; SHE (Lightning) continually reminded him of that powerhouse fucking truth, 4 reasons that SHE just won't give 2 me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now back in 1986, and the night B4 my entire hellishness all got started in middle goddamn ass August; my pal Sir David Roth and I drove down2 the seashore, a place that anyone who lives in or near the state of New Jersey knows only 2 damn well, Long Beach Island, or LBI 4 a shortened accepted abbreviated naming of this 'joint', Mister Golden Nugget 'WINN'-CHEAT! I had just taken a Mountain Dew soda bottle, a large 32 ounce glass bottle as in those days of 1986 B4 ther new age and the PC days where plastic replaced glass on these type of products 4 safety and PC reasons (politically correct), and now this would never had been done since aluminum and plastic cannot B broken, and I needed 2 use something that could B shattered big time, such as this very large used up and now empty glass soda bottle. I needed 2 place this on my MAGNESONIC system with a glued on sheet of paper rapped around it and a face on it representing Sarah Krassle who in those times, I along with my pal Dave Roth began 2 believe that she was the cause of my recent woes and ills befalling me since my adult life began and leaving the Cooley Hall and high school shit behind, YO. I made this image-object of Sarah Krassle (SSJKK), empowered it on my transpower block, and I then used the 'D-punishment sequencing system' of this metaphysical computer, by setting my DESIRE-KEY off of the J-normal & neutral position into the operational setting of 'I' 2 start the bi-tones that the telephone connected system would then engage into 2 start this all happening. I empowered this image right there in my home, owned by Sir Richard Karpf in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, at 1931 Route 70 (Marlton Pike), after Dave Roth and I had gone down into the basement and kept dropping the bottle from the ceiling down onto the cement floor over and over until finally after five drops or so, CRASH, it shattered, and of course the paper covering with the face image kept shards of dangerous glass from spewing all over the 'joint', oh mighty Mister Steve W. So after this, Dave and I drove down 2 LBI, and we dug a deep hole near the ocean, and proceeded 2 bury the thing. Dave lit up a match and threw it into the whole and then he spit on it, so I copied him and spat on it as well,and then we covered up the hole completely and thought that that would B that,only by the fucking cunt gods from hell itself, it was naught just THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly like total movie magic from a Halloween Callio-Botbar movie, the winds picked up into gale force, the ocean got super rough and waves grew unimaginably tall and the weather went absolutely mother fucking crazy as all shit eating get out, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We ran off the beach and back into our cars, and then drove back home. This was a night I'll never forget, and was a lot like this new age replication here and now in middle and late April of the 2023 year!!!!!!!!!! This is when all lights out began happening 2 me. A sore ear that I had had 4 about two days suddenly got super infected and after dropping Dave off at my house so that he cold get into his car and drive back 2 his home, I drove over 2 my local hospital, the Garden State Hospital. When that problem was resolved and I got some medication there 4 an extreme ear infection and drove home and went 2 sleep, I remember trying a quick I-CHING deal and I forget which of the damn hexagrams I threw, but I fell into a deep slumber from then which was around one thirty in the morning, and then slept soundly until around ten or nearly ten that morning, and when I came out into the living room and my mom brought me a cup of scalding hot tea, I spilled it all over myself and had 2 go right back 2 that very same fucking hospital 2 have some 2nd degree burns treated. The doctors called me jokingly, their revolving door patient. I recall th at like it was ten fucking ass minutes ago. But this began something that had no explanation and had no possible way of ever escaping from, YO. Every single day on my life charts, that I had been faithfully keeping with numbers ranging from 1-5 on 4 different life-parameters each and every day without fail; and suddenly these numbers began doing something that was never ever done B4, since I began this life chart or number-diary as I called it on my life journal back in those times. I had about one out of twelve days that were 1-1 RATED days, and I had a lot of 3 and 4 numbers, with even the rare but definitely there upon occasion, 5 ratings, mostly a general life and moods and attitudes of 5-4, or 4-5, but the rare 5-5 did happen, and never did I get long strings of BOTBAR 1-1 RATED DAYS, NEVER, and these charts began in middle July of 1982, just over 4 years ago from that date in August of 1986. Now, just about every day was nothing but endless mother fucking columns of 1-1, 1-1, 101, U get the damn idea. U get the hellish goddamn ass idea folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't get me on the threat that I made 2 SATAN the DEVIL regarding my passing out religious tracts in his fave city in southeastern No Joysey, good ole' Patty HHH's recent residence, B4 her marriage 2 Tennis Player Mister HOWARD, and move into Mount Laurel 4 ma short while B4 then leabving 4 her true love-state, good old Eastern frikkin' NEW YORK-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW-2-THIS, huh Mister 34-MACY?????????? Yes, I tried 2 threaten the left spinning subatomic HALLS FAWCES, but it did me naught one wee speck of fucking ass good, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO! When the endless new phenomenon of strings of horrendous days came upon me, my deal was that 4 every single BOTBAR, 2 tracts would B passed out in his wonderful lovely city of GLOUCESTER. Then 4 every 2-string of BOTS, 4 tracts would go out my car windows as I drove throughout the city in the wee morning or very late hours so I wouldn't get caught and fined 4 littering. Then if 3-BOT strings come, 6 tracts, 4-BOT-strings, 8 tracts, and so on; only SATAN would not stop, and I finally LOST MY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN BATTLE WITH THAT SON OF A SHIT EATING BASTARD PRICK BITCH!!!!!!!!!! Things endlessly deteriorated from there, and it never ever mother flagging even attempted 2 ever look back 4 me again. LIFE AS I HAD KNOWN IT, AND BORING, MEDIOCRE, AND ROTTEN AS IT WAS B4; had literally taken a brand new endless pathway straight into ETERNAL FUCKING DOGTOWN, AKA MORTALLY, (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But now I am going 2 end this blog by telling U about brain neurons or 'whatever' kind Congressman Robert Andrews, Honorable Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, tell Admiral Perry that his lovely niece was extremely mean 2 me at the great DQ, and thanx 4 nothing 4 answering your official letter on your stationary back in the summer time of 1996 circa right B4 my transitioning into the Somerdale home that I purchased right behind your mighty office there near the train station, leaving the awesome lovely & illustrious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILLIAMSTOWN forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great ole' music pal, SIR, I enjoyed speaking 2U at that Williamstown town-meeting at the municipal building that day while still at the Highview, and back then, I had not put together that U were the dude from my past who had sung my songs, Spirit Peace, Love so High, and Long River Blues. Hey, don't feel bad Rob-Bob-WHATEVER, I didn't remember just who Patty & Merry were either when I started up these blogs in January of 2006, and in fact, it took me half a decade 2 begin 2 realize this mess from DOGTOWN ON CUBED AND CUBAN STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO!!! Yes Sir Honorable Andrews, your 2 assistants then Sir Phil Petru and Sir Steve Petersen if my memory is a wee bit accurate here, wrote that letter 2 the great dude who once told me 1988 while I resided in Moorestown on West Central Avenue, #114, “Mister Mohr, what UC and read in the newspapers, we C and read in the newspapers”, a direct quote from him then sir, B4 he was the great admiral but was there at the great Pomona non-Krassle nightmare FAA-SPACEFORCE of the future!!!!!!!!!!!! It was your newer assistant about a year later kind sir and ole' pal, a dude named Sir Clarence Harris, who I became friends with, and who owned a home not that far away from the Highview Apartments, in the neighboring town of Sicklerville. He was trying 2 assist me in my great illustrious search and quest 2 locale the great Sarah Krassle or SSJKK (Goddess Scylla Pink) of my boyhood days in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. He was with me at the great 'Abseacon DQ' when lovely QUEEN-KATY was treating my like some criminal and 4 absolutely no good reason whatsoever, YO ole' musical pal from quite a long while ago, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, 'WHATEVER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes let us finish up and get back on pernt now, concerning the topic of brain neurons or whatever this all is, and here we go here. This may blow some goddamn ass minds, YO BRRR!!!!
When I am having days of endless wild assault and super BOTBARS such as in APRIL of 1986 and rivaling the starting of this entire fucking nightmare back in August of 1986; if I close my eyes and place mty hands tightly over them as well leaving only a necessary opening area of mouth or nose so that I may keep on breathing and pissing off the SPACEFORCE or my Spammenies, or 'WHATEVER', oh kind ole' pal, and later turned United States Federal Congressman. Suddenly a lot of colorful brilliant dancing dots begin 2 materialize inside of my beingness, remember my eyes R closed, and this doesn't happen unless I am having a day so horrible and string of days so beyond fucking monstrous that truly no amount of speech and words can do any justice in explaining it; but this is beyond a MACY-STACEY-34-WOW-WOW-WOW of any great numbers anywhere at all, in all of fucking cosmos, and beyond. I don't know if anyone else has thing incredible deal, but try it, Y don't U, as after-all, even anyone of U will eventually get a really rotten trying type of a damn day. If all of Dogtown breaks loose in your life, C if this happens 2U. I'm just interested although I doubt anyone out here will ever comment or tell me, 4 whatever reasons. This is another reason that I know I am not living in the real world that I know that once indeed I did reside in B4 this 1986 incident all went down around me, Mister 1980-RPL-Joe Sivo SIR!!!!!!!!! Oh-U-lunch thief U; SHEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!! Do it willya' Sir Chester-Frank, do it? GEEEEE-whiz-fizz, YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!
Time is 6:05 A.M., Friday morning, 28 April of 2023
This is THEE WORST MONTH OF MY LIFE SINCE 1986 DAYS!
This now ends this supplemental blogging entry.
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, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023 WITH A 17-DAY DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS, IN THE WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
5:55 ANTE' MERIDIAN
TUESDAY MORNING
25 APRIL, 2020
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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Who out here and yes, heredahelda as well, remembers that secrets scale? I will now give this world a real mother flocking beaut of a great one after this horrendous death siege strike on me!
I can honestly say that I've not felt this much SATANIC oppressive demonic (LEFT SPINNING SUBATOMIC ENERGY FORCE) “same thing, only with a different verbiage”, against me since this all began as 1987 turned into the ending of the decade and well into the following nineties decade as well. This month of APRIL OF 2023 is a brand new mother ******* nightmare's beginning 4 me, and I seriously doubt that I'll B able at my mother ******* age 2 survive this, so if I DON'T RUN AWAY FROM THIS EVIL USA NATION AND FAST, I WILL BE DEAD, AND MY MURDER WILL GO UNAVENGED; as these scumbag MACY'S really truly DO GET AWAY WITH MURDER, just as Trump and King said that they do; oh President Biden, my kind sir, and great pal!!!!!!!!
Still, it is more than high time 4 a powerhouse secret 2B let out after this 3-DAY OFF THE SCALE MOTHER ******* BOTBAR ATTACK AND DEATH SIEGE that was perpetrated on me, and may not even B mother ******* over yet. I of course after 3 or more BOTBARS, open a new day at 3-3 and then instantly drop a full rating point down 2 a 2-2 rating after BOT-X-3. I am holding at this 2-2- rating since awakening at around a few minutes past three on this diseased 25th morning in April of 2023. So here goes: (Yes it sure did get a lot worse)!
U all know that I had my music project from 2000 named on my copyrighted legal forms, titled, “Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896”, the year of the birth of lovely Mizz Trenton, New Jersey born, Sara J. Karge, whose shop was situated on Tennessee (10-SC) Avenue in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG! Did any of U ever ask yourselves, just Y did the goddamn asshole Mister Mountainpen give it this name that once learned of, my business partner Mister Pedersen climbed up the wall 4 about twenty minutes over????? Think about it, as he did; only he was 100 percent mother ******* CLUELESS AS DOG SHIT ON SQUARED-CUBED-STEROIDS. Just Y did I name this Billy Harner musical project, all about a character from my 1994 copyrighted © book that was titled, “The Permission Barrier”, the character who was fictionally playing the part of the Mountainpen, and AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR, 'Mister Russ Walker'? Well Mister President RMN or “WELLLLLLLLL”, and crooked or naught lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE from 1983's Annoyance Caller Bureau; I didn't do it because I was trying to prove 2 the goddamn universe that I am a totally insane idiot moron on an endless diet of imbecile pills. 'THAT' I CAN PROMISE ALL OF U OUT HERE IN CYBERVILLE, YO YO YO YO YO!!! No sir oh world and universe, I DID HAVE MY VERY VERY VERY 'NON-1984-INGRID' GOOD REASONS LET ME ASSURE U ALL OF THAT!!!!! There were many many many magical days spent at a place called the Redbank, New Jersey's great state park called NATIONAL PARK on the Delaware River. I went there many times while residing my second time at the illustrious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILLIAMSTOWN, NJUSAESMWG. Many wild things happened 2 me there, and few have been blogged or told publicly, YET, and today will B one of those telltale times. I also met a lot of wild transdimensional characters and some world famous ones there. One was President William Jefferson Clinton, or his dreaming doppelganger, and I WAS WIDE AWAKE AND NAUGHT DREAMING, OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE OF THE GREAT ONCE ALMIGHTY 'PHONE-COMPANY', as it was called B4 the great break up in those simultaneous times of 1983, and when all of this 'telephone woe-whiz-me' stuff all began, 'coincidentally huh, Mizz Abbey Carmichael Angie Harmon? We doubt this world, we really do, and I doubt that her TV-show's fictional character would mind all that much if I speak 4 her on that one issue here, YO YO YO-HA, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! But Clinton had nothing whatsoever 2 do with this naming of that musical project about half a decade out into the future, from this day at that great and very nice place, the National Park in Gloucester County, Redbank, New Jersey-USA, in the early spring time in the year of 1995. This was a time when I ran into a gang of lovely teen girls who began flirting with me while I was just laying on a towel at a fishing dock, in a rear area of this park that actually was on US-Army property, but everyone trespassed onto it, not just me; and it did not have any ordinance or anything whatsoever 2 take or steal, so it was not being enforced; as long as no one caused any mischief on the place. They saw me and began flirting with me as girls did back in those days B4-I became old and ugly. One of them reminded me a lot of Sarah Krassle, but it wasn't her; and she was a miniature version, & only resembling her facially; and not in build. They eventually sat down close 2 where I was sitting, and one of them had a small fishing pole, and threw the line into the tributary of this world renown waterway, the Delaware River; and began 2 fish with it while her 2 friends kept flirting with me. After a short while, the girls who weren't fishing talked, and I couldn't help but 2 overhear some of their very incredible conversation. One of these teen girls, 16 years old at the very most, had just copyrighted a song, and her parents had 2 sign the copyright form as she was a minor, as is required by law. The conversation began shifting from here into her sister being involved in a whisker miss car crash as she called it and resembled the precise situation that I had in Woodbury, NJUSAESMWG that night while on my way into my security job at Bechtel Power Company, and was crossing over the Route 45 main road in town, on a green light, with my music in the car up a wee bit loud; and didn't hear the oncoming officer's squad car whizzing by with a siren on and we actually saw each other's eye balls, and I know that I was thinking that our eyeballs actually had collided; and then somehow by pure Highlander magic, I am driving again, and all was as if nothing had ever happened 2 me. “A retrace job” if U will, DDLTT (Distance Delay Laser Trace Technology). Time won't permit this entire story 2B told right now, as always, so this is what future blogging texts R always 4 here. This girl who I think her name was Susan, and I think the friend she was with who wasn't off fishing in front of all of us on the dock, was Becky. Now I couldn't help but hear them use each others names while they were speaking. Then I almost lost my lunch when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from 1995 up through right now in 2023; was dating a new guy now, “RUSS WALKER”. I had, just back five or six months earlier; copyrighted my book with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS WALKER, titled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Then came the final kicker B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish, and they all decided 2 leave after that, and they did. They all were sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THE STAR TRAVELERS”. I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that title that I did, as I felt 100 percent mother ******* compelled 2 do this. It was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 send those other future 21st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPU that it will all B told, and very mother ******* shortly. Most likely B4 the ending of the soon 2 arrive following month of MAY-2023, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
TIME: 6:55 AM & END TRANSMISSION.
Genesis of SPACEFORCE Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club, Chapter 3
I am way 2 mother ******* old 4 this beyond super hell, and this is Y-I gave up on Christianity a long time ago, simply put, I am the one person who absolutely knows 4 sure that something more than all of this is happening in this world, and it simply won't work 4 everyone, this is pure unadulterated fact, and my knowing this I suppose makes me very dangerous 2 the global power structures and or whoever is endlessly putting me through hell, so that I will eventually mother ******* take my life and just B DONE WITH IT ALL!!!!!!! I will not however, as I have nothing 2 gain by doing this, other than ending this suffering and monstrous nightmare, but perhaps; waltz myself right smack mother ******* dab into an even far worse nightmare on goddamn ass steroids!!!!!!!!!!!! Late last night B4 going 2 sleep I went outside onto my front porch, and saw my nabe who walks around the place very often; and we talked, and I told him how I am getting persecuted 2 total death beginning early on Saturday morning with this now 3 day and then 2-day total DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, UTILITY-ELECTRONIC SIEGE, one of the SPACEFORCE'S FAVES ALSO BY THE WAY, THAT AND AIR SIEGE R THEIR 2 ABSOLUTE MOTHER ******* FAVORITES, AND THEY'RE TRULY BEAUTS, AS WE ALL NEED OUR UTILITIES AND ELECTRONICS 2 WORK. TRY 4 ONE GODDAMN ASS SECOND 2 IMAGINE YOURSELF UNDER THIS PROBLEM. JUST TELL ME IN HONEST TRUTH HOW HAPPY U WOULD GODDESSDOG B, YO, JUST TELL ME!!!!!
He told me they R trying 2 make me
off myself, as they won't ever do it.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Anyone out here who knows my plight and quintessential f****** nightmare with the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY hellishness that I've been forced 2 suffer with and through now since August of 1986, is watching the Phillies, the Flyers, and the Dow Jones Industrial Averages Wall Street Stock Market system. I know 4 a fact that my life has been PURE UNFATHOMABLE GODDAMN HELL 4 A SOLID SIX WEEKS OR SO NOW, and this is exactly how long this super BULL RALLY ON THE MARKET has been going on now, U know it, I know it, and I goddessdamn KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW IT, and keep right on denying it, just as Officer Comey did that goddamn f****** day in my Highview Apartment in June of 1994, when he came over 2 tell my mom and me that my mom's brother and his wife, had BOTH DIED in Fort Lauderdale, in some hospital there, of heart attacks. Another wild family weird on steroids medical situation if I NEED 2 SAY THIS MYSELF, HUH WORLD? U all just go right on denying the bullshit all U wanna'. I know that down in your damn ass souls, anyone out here reading this, KNOWS JUST WHAT HELL I'M GOING THROUGH, U MAY NOT GIVE A LIVING HOT SHIT, BUT I KNOW THAT MOST OF U OUT HERE DO IN FACT TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY K---N---O---W THE TRUTH HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Red Henningsen of late 1967-into middle 1970 said it all, and we all know thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS as well. Am I right, lovely Mizz Luccisnakes-1983?
AHA-AHA-AHA, MIZZ DONNA MCK-DS!
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
CAN'T U HELP ME SOMEHOW PRESIDENT JRB?
Anyone of U wanna' bet me that I am full of shit regarding this? Anyone of U wanna' bet me that my enemies have not made tens of billions of United States Dollars over the past three dozen f****** years using this hellish Satanic crap on me 2 bring that stinking rotten diseased DJIA UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP forever and ever???????????????
Hey lovely November of 1985 Mizz Caldor Store Security Guard Margie Leo, “U wanna' frikkin' cut me a damn goddessdog ass BRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here”????? How about U, distant Cuzz-Donnie boy??????? I am getting real mother ******* sick and tired of being laughed at and disbelieved when I tell U that these woe-whiz-me hassles and hellish problems that R totally non-ending, R all up in my sick whacked out delusional mind. Sure, yeah right, all coincidences and illusions or just delusions of psycho sicko whackadoo Mountainpen, yeah, whatever U assholes say, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very rarely, 2 or more astral entities R dreaming the exact same dream, being comparable to 2 people here on Earth dreaming of the same thing and of each other, and both waking up and remembering their dreams, such as in the famous fictional example with the dream that both Annie and Kevin Costner had in the fictional movie, 'Field of Dreams' from 1988, about the Ebbits Baseball Field. So shortening the story and answering your query, one of my many dreams that I have, as a dog named ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, is that of me, MWM. Also one of the many dreams that I have, as a great Duke, and owner of a large 9 octillion cubic mile area, but a mere speck in the huge Olympian Province, OP, where the mighty GREAT DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, Just click into www.morianity-foundation.com/ and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR information, as this is where my name is Rictofarious, and 8 other names after that, that have legal registration meanings in Ricktown’s capitol City of AKOSLEM, the full city’s spelling is shown on my website, this is the shortened mortal world spelling.
By the gods, where is gorgeous white-hot Mizz Angie Harmon of the great television show called, “L&O”? She said in that one great unforgettable episode whose title escapes me presently, but naught what she said, that is clear as a church bell ringing in the fresh winter air down a countryside valley. She told Jack McCoy or some other ADA she works with in the show, “You have a high tolerance 4 coincidence”, get the show, ask Dick Woooooolf, he knows I speak the damn truth about the MACY CLUB FROM HELL!!!!!
I ain't making up my history with the damn Macy Club, YO!
PEOPLE; THIS IS A CAP-JOB FROM MY 2007 BOM.
JESUS HOLY HOLLY HOLLISTER CHRIST, YO!
Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
Chapter 2
Remember what Dawn and Don said about 5th Ave?
*****My blood is on your hands*****
The fucking FBI needs 2 take me damn seriously, YO!!
It's been a very long mother ******* time now since I HAVE BEEN SUPER F****** BOTBAR TIMES 3 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 3, AS IS THE CASE TODAY ON THIS MOTHER ******* MONDAY, 24 APRIL OF DEVIL DEMON YEAR '23, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
THIS IS A SUPER OFF THE DIALS MAJOR:
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Here is what's ahupnin' oh wonderful pal of mine from the early nineteen eighties, Sir Derrijo Exxon: I arrived at the tech-'joint' 'Sir WINN', and got the computer repaired 4 $85.00 with the tax, and it seems 2B operating well, no naught wellllLLLLLL, Mister 'President Nixon Noncrook Mike Soft Finalspeeches'.
The only harassment was a nasty chemtrail at the opening bell of HELL at 9:30 on the button and somehow managing 2 work its squiggly and squirmy f****** way through a fairly heavily overcast sky around me at the Saint Lucie Walmart Store where the TECHY joint is located. On the ride home I went through a couple of quick cloud bursts and I need a new pair of windshield wipers as it nearly caused me an accident as I couldn't hardly C a damn ass thing. Minor annoyances along with a lot of heat and f****** humidity were all par 4 the goddamn course here in Flowerland-USA, AKA good ole' Florida. I stopped at the Palm Sable Mall Publix Grocery Store on the way home 2 pick up my final monthly groceries and closing out my benefit amounts on my Humana Card and my EBT Food Card, leaving a $51 balance that was paid by my Toronto Dominion bank Visa-card so that I can earn a one percent discount. I never buy anything that I cannot afford 2 buy on my regular bank debit-card, and merely do a monthly balance transfer at the bank that pays off my bill each month and keeps my credit alive and active, and pays me that tiny two dollar monthly award on an average of 200 bucks spent. By paying off balances, no interest is charged and I can make a tiny bit of money, up to 30 bucks annually on the cash-back system. After getting home and putting away my groceries, all of goddamn DOGTOWN broke loose with my COMCAST JUNKY SERVICE, causing a major 3-day death siege. The same shit on my landline phone is back that began on the goddamn f****** 11th day in this nightmare f****** April-2023 month, the same exact thing, and on my cellphone that I have through their service, I was getting no-signal notices at the bottom of the Galaxy-phone f****** screen, although the service still did work. I phoned them and had a lengthy talk and I won't say anymore as last time when I did, my shit was mysteriously canceled. My service was never repaired, merely began operating 4 a short while, they never fixed it, the appointment was just canceled on me, and the excuse was “Maintenance being done in my area”, which is a lot of total mother ******* horse stench, great FCC and great ole' pal and ex-Chairman, Robert McDowell, Cooley Hall 1972 pal!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I do know, oh mighty Federal Communications Commission, YO BRO: My miserable monstrous kid and her EX are behind this persecution with this entertainment giant, the 'great and illustrious 14-84'! I am now 5:24 MPB. That stands 4 in case U may have forgotten, Magnetic Percentage 4 BOTBAR, YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEE!! Just back last Friday I was only 2:21, swinging up now into 3:22, 4:23, and now mother ******* 5:24. These have ALL BEEN SUPER SUPER SUPER MONSTER ASS BOTBARS, not regular rotten nasty ass botbars. My life is a nightmare beyond anyone's ability 2 fathom it, 2 use words such as surreal or totally quintessentially inconceivable just doesn't ever truly cut the mustard, naught all the goddamn ass way, YO!
U all know the markets R totally flying, and how U can doubt my f****** c*** eating s*** with this ICPE-APE-TECH, is beyond mother ******* flabbergasting. I truly don't know what else 2 say here, it's all SAID!!!!
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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 horrendous and totally rotten Monday, and SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY, APRIL 24th of the year of 2023, and who have struck me hard today, and 4 THE PAST 3 DAYS NOW, with an OFF THE SCALE ELECTRONIC-UTILITY DEATH ASSAULT, BREAKING MY TELEPHONE LINES, CUTTING OFF MY ROKU-TELEVISION & INTERNET SERVICE, COMPUTER, TELEPHONE LANDLINE SERVICE STOPPED, AND ALL ELECTRONIC DEVICES; AND ALL A PART OF THIS 37 YEAR HELL I AM BEING PUT THROUGH WITH INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, and with ENDLESS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS ON MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND 'RIGHTFUL ABILITIES 2 TELL THIS WORLD WHAT MY EVIL FAMILY IS DOING 2 ME', AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT; 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
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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, CG-5555 under G-14, G-901, under CG-18, AND
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My doing anything with MUSIC, has been my downfall, also anything that has any chance 2 generate any money 4 me that would even f****** begin 2 lift me out of total sub-poverty, totally absolutely mother ******* FORBIDDEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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I CAN PROVE EVERYTHING I HAVE SPOKEN ON ANY OF MY 17 YEAR-LONG BLOGS NOW, GREAT FBI.
CAP job from the LOC © Office, oh FBI.
This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR, DAY 0002, 5:21 P.
HOW DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on.
CHEMTRAIL ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.
It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:
http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU "You'll Be Crossing Over"
© MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983-2012
So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.
My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.
Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as 'THEY' just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----W does this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.
The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.
No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.
There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Moms were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight; and a real MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V' here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER' song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.
My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.
Now as you may have guessed by this time good people; the GREAT WASHCLOTH CLAN (GWC) for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal tapes and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and tons of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run out of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of December eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on my back, and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff, photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around the cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King family above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house on Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not end up dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility, stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by this fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and only then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put the pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail Russ, the Mark Chant, and bus driver Julia White, who's friend came to me along with a host of other strange folks in 2010 and into 2011, at a place called HARVEST at 25th and Orange Avenue here in fort Pierce, Florida; followed also by David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius Deezy Slim Evans, General and President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired me, early in March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808' blog had on Darius, Warren, Boo, and obviously 'MY' wonderful daut also; well; if I really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait; I may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even Perry Mason; “L&O”!
Diana (LIGHTNING) is all around me, and 4 some wild reason, and loving her as I do, I am not sure that I completely trust my lovely blond teen-queen right now, as where she fits into all of this goes beyond a mind dazzle, squared!
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70% of my followers vanished, poof, Sir Harry Potter, way more magically than any fictional material ever could be!
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MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
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