5:30 A.M. Sunday. April 23, 2023
WORST DEATH SIEGE IN FORTY FUCKING YEARS OF TIME NOW.
Sunday is far worse than Saturday, this is the worst hell I have been put through in decades and decades, FBI, I need your help, phone calls being disconnected as I speak 2 peeps such as the California Suicide Phone-Line, weird uunexplainable disconnections of my ROKU-TV service from the Comcast internet system, a swarm of giant cockroaches all over the place, yesterday the computer went out on me with this goddamn fucking 'McUICnt.exe-Entry Point Not Found' error message on my screenb that wouldn't move no matter what I did, at least now I have it 2 the far bottom-right of my screen and out of the way so Iam able 2 access stuff now a bit better. My spell checker is ruined, the entire computer is busted, my TV service is out, and when I tried talking 2 the suicide prevention line I was disconnected on my land-line telephone system. I was disconnected whern I told them that the two peeps who I believe R now mostly responcible 4 my death and my murder are DONALD J. TRUMP AND RECORDING ARTIST MARIAH CAREY.
Now I know these blogs CAN NEVER STOP!!!!!
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, FBI, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, ACLU, ANTYONEELSE WITH AN Y CONSCIENCE OR HUMAN CARING AT ALL ABOUT THE MURDER OF A TOTALLY INNOCENT FUCKING HUMAN BEING. IF I AM FOUND DEAD THIS WEEKEND, THE WORST FUCKING WEEKEND OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, APRIL 22 AND APRIL 23 OF THIS MONSTROUS HORIFFIC DEVIL YEAR OF 2023, U KNOW THE MAIN 2 MURDERERS OF MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR!!!!!!!!!!
There
most likely will B a lot of misspelled words, I cannot worry about
the spellcheck system being broken and hacked. I need 4 the
authorities 2 carefully examine my blog and then watch that 2009 DVD
of Mizz O-Winfrey, and then if U doubt that this is all the truth,
let me now give U something beyond undisputable, please. U all know
that in 2006 I started these blogs, and slowly as a result of doing
just this, began 2 retrieve a whole goddamn lot of suppressed and
once forever hidden memories of my mother flagging past. In 2007, and
my recently cut and paste re-posted or (CAPPED) as I call it 4 short;
'my 2007 blogs' that included my message
2 my realtor-friend,
Mizz Karen Simons, U will C evidence that if
U still can dispute and call me a crack-pot liar after this, then it
is truly a hopeless situation 4 me and these 2 nightmare rotten peeps
will kill me and very soon, and GET TOTALLY 5TH AVENUE STYLE, away
with my innocent blood being fucking ass shed!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know
what was spoken by ditant cousin Mizz Dawn-Marie King concerning just
this deal back in late 2008 at that house of horrors at 65 Middle
Road in Hammonton, New Jersey. But re-read that blog recently posted
up a couple of times now, and the part of my discussing my name on
the ASTRAL PLANE, RICKTOFARIUS, and then telling these very blogs
back then in 2007 and 15 solid years B4 MC'S 2022 meaning of her name
junk, and if U can call this a coincidence, you R beyond hopeless,
and unfortunately, I fucking am as well. I was telling, and if Mizz
K.S., indeed is out here still somewhere, sister of Camden County
Sheriff Simons at least in the 80's and 90's; yes I was telling her
on my blog and direct MESSAGE 2 HER, as was written that way on that
very blog, how my name has 8 parts 2 it and how they all have
MEANINGS THAT PERTAIN 2 COMPLEX ASTRAL TRUTHS.
U all know very well that this is not something we hear every day or
even every decade, U know, the 'meanings of our names'!!!!!!!
Here is a complete breakdown of this major death assault on me this entire weekend, BOTBARING this entire weekend like nothing ever B4 this putridly bad that I am able 2 fucking remember in 40 years now, the very absolute worst UTILITY-ATTACK ON ME, ever-ever-EVER-EVER!!!!!!! I will give one more powerful major thing 2 the goddamn FBI and any other authority out here listening 2 me B4 my murder is successfully accomplished by this pure unadulterate total scum. First, I doubted Sir SWAP 4 quite a long time, and now I have goose eggs amount of doubt about this entire nightmare, not only does everything perfectly fit together, huh Mister Bruce Pennock, BUTTTTTTTTTT, if I am wrong, we all know that I'd have been sued by now, or at least, the goddamn Macy Club would have done something 2 prove 2 me that my theories R off base and wrong, only this never happens, does it, WORLD COURT AT THE GODDAMN HAGUE, AND FBI???????
This
assault that is worse than anything I've put through in a 30 hour
period so far in my entire life and that began around just shy of 3
A.M. YESTERDAY MORNING, (04/22/2023); began with the computer file
box fuck up as well as the internet on-line connection being off and
screwed with, and then today this morning at just past 5 AM,
(04/23/2023), I suddenly am disconnected from the internet service.
My MODEM BOX was hot and all the blue lights were working fine, but
the ROKU had been disabled from internet connections somehow. It took
some doing 2 figure out just how 2 go into the junk and get it all
back working again. MONDAY, I am going 2 call the mother fucking
FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION and make another major fucking
complaint against COMCAST. This is a giant entertainment world
corporation, and they have 2B in on this death persecution of poor
innocent me, and this is killing me at my fucking age,
I am
nearly fucking cunt 70 years old now, YO. Also Monday morning, I have
an appointment at a very reputable computer repair place that knows
what needs 2B done 2 fix my problem and will while I wait there. It
will take 2 or 3 hours, and cost 80 fucking bucks, another famous
ENEMY-CAUSED-BUDGET-BUSTER. No conscience,
no shame, no humanity whatsoever, total fucking sociopaths and
sickos, ON GODDAMN STEROIDS no less, these SPACEFORCE ENEMIES, AKA my
Spammenies.
This entire group will most certainly absolutely BURN IN FUCKING HELL 4 WHAT THEY HAVE DONE 2 THIS PITIFUL SPECIAL-ED PERSON ALL OF THESE YEARS, TOTALLY RUINING AND WRECKING HIS ENTIRE LIFE!
No matter how many times I click on the MS-Lightbulb prompt and try 2 repair the open-office-spellcheck-system, it won't work, so there will B a lot of misspelled words here, I'm quite damn sure. Now the bastards won't let me make a line 2 sparate the paragraps. Finally, IT FUCKING ASS WORKED, after trying different whittle twicks, YO! Now 4 the revenge that will send this fucking planet spinning out of its 'damn ass' orbit, KIRK/SPOCK! 'Temper, El Capa-Q-Tano', YO!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this WORST WEEKEND OF MY ENTIRE LIFE WITH A BEYOND DEATH UTILITY ASSAULT OVER AND OVER AND OVER ALL WEEKEND LONG, THIS WEEKEND OF APRIL 22 AND APRIL 23 OF 2023, and who have struck me BEGINNING AT THE early morning OF SATURDAY APRIL 22 AND GOING RIGHT THROUGH INTO THE MORNING OF APRIL 23 WITH NUMEROUS CONSTANT UTILITY ASSAULTS, INTERNET BEING DISCONNECTED THREE TIMES, COMPUTER BEING BROKEN AND HACKED, TELEVISION SERVICE BEING COMPLETELY RUINED AND WRECKED AND DISCONNECTED FROM THE COMCAST INTERNET AND MY ATTEMPT 2 TALK 2 PEOPLE 4 SANITY-SUPPORT STOPPED BY BEING DISCONNECTED ON MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
Things will eventually go onto happen now 2 whoever my Magnesonic finds 2B the culprits of this beyond vicious mother fucking death assault on me. Electronic Witchcraft is NOT ILLEGAL!!!
PLEASE REMEMBER THIS, GREAT BLOGGER-TEAM, THANK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Supplemental Entry on Worst Day Ever
HACK of 2023
Posting now at 3:25 A.M. EDST, Saturday, April 22, 2023, watch out 4 those mother fucking cock sucking number 2's, am I naught correct, Mizz B?
FBI-FBI-FBI-FBI-FBI
ACLU-ACLU-ACLU-ACLU
FBI-FBI-FBI-FBI-FBI
ACLU-ACLU-ACLU-ACLU
I have have awakened 2 the worst mother fucking day of my entire life or at least in decades. Some mother fucking diseased jerk off prick has broken my computer and managed 2 get away with it, FBI.
I have have awakened 2 the worst mother fucking day of my entire life or at least in decades. Some mother fucking diseased jerk off prick has broken my computer and managed 2 get away with it, FBI.
I have have awakened 2 the worst mother fucking day of my entire life or at least in decades. Some mother fucking diseased jerk off prick has broken my computer and managed 2 get away with it, FBI.
I have have awakened 2 the worst mother fucking day of my entire life or at least in decades. Some mother fucking diseased jerk off prick has broken my computer and managed 2 get away with it, FBI.
I have have awakened 2 the worst mother fucking day of my entire life or at least in decades. Some mother fucking diseased jerk off prick has broken my computer and managed 2 get away with it, FBI.
The procedure entry point BcryptHash could not be located in the dynamic link library bcrypt.dll.
That is the rectangle that shows up on my screen and it won't go off no matter what I do and at first I could not even gain access 2 internet nor make it go off so that I can type on my open-office, my spell check correction has been broken also. The BLUE PRINTED thing is what is on my computer screen and is permanently fixed 2 it, it won't come off, Mister Hair Pool Advertiser Simone!!!!!!!!!!
I will send the FBI an email today from my library, this is a SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, THE INTERNET WORKS NOW BUT THEENTIRE COMPUKEHER IS SHOT 2 MOTHER FUCKING HELL.
We'll C what the BEST BUY GEEK SQUAD can do 4 me and this will B my final post until; this problem is cleared up, FBI & ACLU
I NEED HELP STATE FUCKING POLICE OF FLORIDA, IF I DIE TODAY, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL THOSE WHO I'VE ACCUSED EVER, ON THESE MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS, WE ALL KNOW WHO THE FUCK THEY R2!!!!!!!
I woke up around half past 2 on this cunt lapping 22nd moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, Saturday super BOTBAR, & '3' on the month of April now so cunt huffing far peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that the MACY CLUB FROM HELL has dopne this 2 me, oh world. No more posts until the FBI can render me some goddamn fucking assistence.
END TRANSMISSION!
No I won't B wasting my time with the BB-Geek Squad, as last time I needed personal help from enemy problems, they were completely damn ass worthless!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My file replacers will B seeing this blog, oh great FBI.
Oh yes sir/mahm' world YO, a week ago Tuesday was a SPACEFORCE assault on me like not recently experienced by the pitiful NON-RON-Mountainpen in a very long time. They got me, 2 quote an ole' lady friend of mine from the year 1999, lovely beyond white-hot Mizz Helen Zabriskie, which may or may naught B her surname correct spelling, “REALLY REALLY GOUUUUUUUUUUDD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back when lovely Keisha shattered my right arm with that beyond 'Disney-LOCA'-cannon shot 2 my arm, she was looking at the bruised and broken up area in-between my shoulder and forearm and after seeing a gigantic super fist sized bruise straight out of the gates of Dogtown itself, she then spoke those words 2 me in my bedroom two afternoon's following the unfathomably powerful death-punch; and made that unforgettable statement 2 me, “Oh she got U GOUUUUUUUUUUDD”! Yes indeed, the Spammenies got me GOUUUUUUUUUUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what do I mean here? It ain't real super complicated. When I only have one friend, and this friend is ALSO STRUCK IN SOME MAJOR WAY AT THE SAME TIME THAT I AM HIT, so that neither one is thereby in a position 2 render any kind of assistance 2 the other one should it become necessary, that is what I mean, striking us both SIMULTANEOUSLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With me it was that electrical outage short as the black out was and then followed directly by having it somehow magically cause my Comcast Telephone Modem 2B broken half way not allowing any incoming phone calls. But there is more that has not yet been fully explored with this as far as this wild dude who in this waking world appears 2B the husband of one of those two Mowry sisters, as was told earlier, but what wasn't mentioned in detail yet was how the magic spinning holo-wheel as well as the office that I was sitting in in that parallel world office with this guy, fits into everything, including Mike Patterson's automobile accident just hours after this all went down around me on the morning of April the eleventh, and a lot more beyond even just this. So here it goes now, on this whittle futhermucking goddarn glass blog, YO BRAH!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, YO.
Let me start with the quicker tale, and then get back 2 the more complicated crapola that involves the major way out transdimensional stuff, and connecting the dream part of it all 2 the shortly 2 follow after that, waking up into the goddessdog total glass hellishness that ensued later on! Just hours following my waking into another total pile of super ultra hyper-time HELL, came the afternoon and 100 miles south of my location. Mike was pulling out of some place and an idiot came zooming along and plowed right into him out of some distant intersection that he had come plowing and barreling from at a high rate of speed. Mike never exchanged the necessary paper work and accepted just this man's business card, a now known 2B absolutely phony card, totally fake name, fake address, fake phone number, the whole damn '27 foot wax-balls', as some may say here. Making a long story short, Mike wasn't STUPID, MIKE HAD BEEN LAURA STOCKBRIDGE MURDOCH COLLINS MIND-HACKED, U need 2 watch that great sixties soap daytime drama television show or U simply won't B able 2 ever fully C this or grasp this, U truly won't people!!!!!!!!!! It's a great show and if U have ROKU, U can just hit on your 'search' section on the homepage opening screen, “DARK SHADOWS”. I don't know if different areas have different ROKU boxes and offers, but I know that this all suddenly popped on mine here in Fort Pierce, Florida-USA, less than a month ago. I don't make up anything, and I know that there is definitely some type of a very real and active MIND CONTROL that can B and is being used against innocent citizens and people all over this nation, perhaps all over this world, perhaps all over, well, U say it, I won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've got more than enough trucking glass misery going on in my life 2 willingly do skit that will just add onto my woe-whiz-me-blues and troubles, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! Yes, Mike was somehow MIND-HACKED because I have known him since the last two weeks of the year 2009 after making my trip here 2 Flowerland-USA from 'Kingsville'-New Jersey, and he is ANYTHING BUTTTTTTTTT DUMB OR STUPID, YO FOLKS! Under normal NON-MIND-HACKED circumstances, there's no way in goddessdarn Dogtown that he would have trusted a joker who had just plowed into his car recklessly, with a mere lousy rotten PHONY BUSINESS CARD! Well, it's water under the bridge now, but I was correct in my damage estimate as well, and even I was offering an under bid when I said the 500 dollar amount was more like triple that, well it was more like quadruple that. The only good part is that the damage was all body and no inner stuff such as electrical stuff, lights, motor, radiator, and so on. If it had been me, I would B doing what I did 4 years up in Jersey with that clunker car that I purchased all banged up 4 a better financial deal, and I never bothered 2 repair it. But I know that Mike is not that way. Things have 2B ship shape 2 the eyes, as well as mechanically. So he is out a lot of money one way or the other, and this simultaneous assault on both HIM and MYSELF, is no goddessdog futhermucking coincidence, and THAT I'D B WILLING 2 PLACE A DOUBLE OR NOTHING WAGER ON RIGHT NOW, DOWN 2 MY LAST PENNY; so I suppose I must still admit 2 having a wee bit of gamblers blood folks! But that is how sure I am that I WOULD WIN THE DAMN GLASS BET, YO!!!! Now in that dream back shortly shy of nine in the morning on Tuesday, 11 April, this dude was in a fancy office that was absolutely gargantuan in size. Above his desk was a weird wheel that was spinning in 3-D. It made some unusual sounds like I've never heard B4 ever. It hovered 4 a while and then it began 2 jump around in the room, and I or my dreaming-double (doppelganger) was following it with his eyes, and this is what was happening when I forced myself awake from this wild incredible dream. It is obviously Y my physical eyes here in my bed that must have been still fixed on that ball, were also still jumping around, only it made no sense because here and awake, the ball wasn't there, but then some may say 2 themselves, “OR WAS IT”? This 2 can B topic 4 future discussions. What if the entire 5th dimension is all happening in one actual space-area that is only made separate because of that electrical magic of sentient-mind? Now this guy wanted 2 talk with me seemingly forever in this dreaming experience, about my concept of measuring how badly my astral demonic assaults actually R as well as the intensity of the actual Satanic power being leveled on me and against me, by having more than just me involved simultaneously. He went on and on and kept getting me 2 talk more and more about it. Finally I said 2 him shortly B4 the ending of the experience, “If U tell me Y-U turned off my music in your lake boat-rental parking lot that day in July of 2022, I will then answer in detail, all of your query about this deal”. Suddenly after I had spoken this 2 him; that 'holo-wheel' began going from being merely completely stationary and above him at his desk about twelve feet above it near the top of what I estimate 2B a fifteen foot tall ceiling, 2 now wildly jumping all around the room as if in some kind of a conniption fit being carried out by a five year old hyperactive child. As this was all happening, he eventually coughed loudly and then while I was staring at this endlessly moving magical holo-ball, he blurted out a pretty incredible statement and I can only give a non-verbatim telltale here of what this dude spoke 2 me. Despite it not being real lengthy nor complicated, I can't pull up anything other than the meaning of his answer, nothing even close 2 a word-4-word reenactment here; so sahwee peeps. He was answering my question by telling me that the very same thing stopping me from telling my story, from people believing any part of it 4 the most part, and the entire mess that you're in, is all one and the same thing with what I did that day in July last year. He went 2 then include his question, and that I do have in verbatim. He said 2 me, “Do U remember who U were with, and whose red convertible U were in when U were playing that tape of your kid's faked voice from Mister Bonjovi's samplers and vocoders”? I remember as clearly as if it is happening right now, I said back 2 him, “Actually, I don't remember now just who I was with that day, do U know”? He then said back 2 me and this time the precise words R not perfectly recalled by me, but what the meaning was of them I won't forget in a trillion damn glass eons, YO. He said that, “Your dreaming double here in my world was with the same peeps that U went 2 camp with when U were 14 years old”. Then I said back 2 him, “U mean when I was 12 and a half and 13 and a half at Camp Chesapeake”? He then said back 2 me, “I do NOT, I say what I mean and I said when U were 14 years old”. Then I said 2 him, “Well I went two weeks 2 a day camp in July-1969 at that age, which was my last camp experience. It was called Camp Happy-Times, where the special education school later was constructed called Archway of Berlin”. Then his final words 2 me were, “Archway was there then U glasswipe retard. I am speaking about those 2 red hot camp counselors, U know, those 2 lovely 17 year old girls that picked U up at your 125-A apartment and brought U home every day 4 those 10 days of camping there, those 2 Kathy girls. U went onto marry one of them, and U never got thrown the hell out of your apartment, because in this parallel world U never were forcefully introduced 2 your trouble making pal Brad Messenger; and so U ended up at age 22, marrying one of those 2 Kathy girls, and I am your son. This is what U somehow confused 10 or 20 years ago with that crap with Disney and Gordo. That was all a lot of shit. But 2 answer your question as much as I am willing 2U blow-fish idiot, we don't want U screaming and yelling about stuff even in your double-form over there when U think UR awake, or whatever. We don't want U hollering and screaming about your daughter and bringing so much attention 2 all of this because this is all part of a much larger plan 2 save this planet from utter ruin, disaster, and destruction”. This is when I rose up from my chair and realized that I was in some horrible demonic hellish situation and also began realizing that that holo-wheel was somehow a part of the entire mess. I then observed that this projector system was plugged into the wall and I ran towards the wall 2 unplug it. He started screaming NOOOOOO. He screamed this three times and the 3rd time was when I had managed 2 unplug this holo-wheel device. Just as I unplugged it, I realized that this is what was keeping me there, and as it became slowly deactivated and vanished away, I literally was waking up out of this incredible outlandish experience. After three or four minutes the deal with my eyes here in the waking world got a wee bit better and I began 2 relax and even drift off a bit into another sleep. Instantly the power went off in my room and my home, and POW, this was the beginning of this entire nightmare from absolute DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW MISTER MACY!!!!!!
RAPPING UP FINAL MORIANITY BLOGS
CHAPTER #17
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
© 2006-2023, 'BOM' (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
ANY PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE CLAIMANT, AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON RECEIVING NOTICE TO DO SO.
12:03 ANTE' MERIDIAN
FRIDAY MORNING
21 APRIL, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
04-21-2023---DIGITIAL DATE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN:
PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY, APRIL 21, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 1:6
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
I took a little bit of air siege beginning about a half hour B4 the Wall Street's closing BELL FROM HELL, AKA Dogtown. Not enough 2 put Magnesonic on the job however. My trash peeps came by 2 pick up the junk at about twenty past five yesterday evening if my memory is correctly serving me, and my short term memory ain't always all that reliable YO, it is my long term memory that is beyond terrific. I spoke 2 my pal Mike-P on the phone at quarter shy of nine last evening and found out that he never was able 2 reach the guy, and he was a pure crooked phony son of a bitch, but when we consider my 'weirdo' additional ”O”, non-Cathy Carrie Cody DS-TV-SHOW LIFE, in all of this bizarre outlandishly unfathomable, and beyond inconceivable mess; we R then forced 2 conclude unless we desire 2 toss all logic right smack trucking glass out the window here, that he was way more than just a crooked son of a bitch, and that the only word printed in BLUE FONT out of that RED FONT PRINTED sentence, YO; is the accurate part here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now remember folks, and U2 Mountainpen; don't confuse world with world, but there is of course ALWAYS SOME DEPENDABLE TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS of stuff, that is absolutely and fully dependable every goddessdarn time, YO YO YO YO YO-TEEHEEHEE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Just Y would my hyperdimensional 'son' want 2 cause his dreaming double's only pal, here in my waking world, Mister Mike P, a nasty ass traffic accident that now, I don't even think WAS AN ACCIDENT, just as I absolutely know 4 100% positive proof sure that at least three Jersey accidents caused 4 me back in the futhermucking 20th century were also NO GODDERN ACCIDENTS either??????? As 4 the outage, this was some beyond trucking glass bizarre transdimensional electrical phenomenon most likely, when I pulled out that holo-wheel-electric plug, all dog-slit busted loose 4 me in TWO WORLDS; oh U lovely Mizz Disney Montana, best as well as worst, in my case worst and in yours lovely Hannah, BEST! Now the phone modem and Comcast being a direct entertainment world problem with me in my world reality; all of this is questionable, especially the way I wasn't ever allowed 2 know just what happened, and things were just somehow suddenly mysteriously repaired as quickly and spuriously mysteriously as they were screwed up 4 me. I am more than fully aware that any followers of the psychiatric world, and the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM) would vehemently disagree with all of my wild concepts, theories, and ideas concerning all of these things. What they don't WANNA' EVER REALIZE or believe I suppose, now or EVER; is that if I was allowed 2 completely make my case and include everything that has gone down around me since I walked the damn glass Dogtown out of COOLEY HALL BANCROFT SCHOOL ON THE LAST DAY OF JANUARY OF THE YEAR OF 1973; then things would B totally and absolutely not possible 2 ignore or refuse a logical belief in it all. None of U out there would B able 2 disbelieve, if I could bring this entire thing straight out and right directly in your face. Poof, POW, zoom, U would simply freaking naught B able 2 refuse me your tears, your sympathy and a lot of your BASIC MOUNTAINPEN HATE REDUCTION QUANTITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes, just Y would this guy seem 2 hate his own pop so much, after-all another one of my transdimensional offspring, lovely giant PEE, loves me like all lights out YO. Now 2 keep it 'real' and honest and within the 'enjoyment zone' of an old security guard coworker of mine from the very beginning of the great 80's decade, at the Mac Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant, on Jefferson Street, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; Officer Bob Schleigh, and also directly pertaining 2 all Patricia Meeker initial-named peeps the planet over YO folks; remember how he loved 2 say over and over, not just 2 me but anyone whom he was speaking with back in those times, “BE REAL, BE REAL”? So let's keep it real huh Mizz Paula Rip-off Uwich, and Mizz Toni lovely Braxton; yes, keeping this all very real here, we all know that my daughter from right here in this waking world, despises me, so hey, what's the great mystery of the non-Gordo-stock trader, oh mighty wonderful searcher of all wisdom's, Sir Walt Disney employee, Mister Michael Crichton, sir???????????????? Boy oh boy oh boy, 'BILLY'!!!!!!!
Contact Us: Music Creators
Are you a business using music? Please use our licensing contact form.
Nashville
nashville@bmi.com
10
Music Square East
Nashville, TN 37203-4399
(615)
401-2000
New
York
newyork@bmi.com
7
World Trade Center
250 Greenwich Street
New York, NY
10007-0030
(212) 220-3000
Los
Angeles
losangeles@bmi.com
9420
Wilshire Blvd.
Suite 200
Beverly Hills, CA 90212
(310)
659-9109
London
london@bmi.com
84
Harley House
Marylebone Road
London NW1 5HN, United
Kingdom
44 20 7486 2036
Atlanta
atlanta@bmi.com
3340
Peachtree Road, NE
Suite 570
Atlanta, GA 30326
(404)
261-5151
Austin
austin@bmi.com
1400
S. Congress Avenue
Suite B 200
Austin, TX 78704
(512)
350-2033
BMI Leadership
Contact Us
Press & media related questions
Genres
Creators
Services
Music Users
About BMI
Broadcast Music, Inc.
BMI represents more than 1.3 million songwriters, composers, and publishers with over 20.6 million musical works.
Follow Us
Copyright 1994-2023 ©, Broadcast Music, Inc.® unless otherwise specified. BMI®, BMI.com® and Broadcast Music, Inc.® are registered trademarks of Broadcast Music, Inc. • Terms of Use • Privacy Policy
BMI About Creators Music Users News Careers Advocacy Login Contact Us: Music Creators Are you a business using music? Please use our licensing contact form. Nashville nashville@bmi.com 10 Music Square East Nashville, TN 37203-4399 (615) 401-2000 New York newyork@bmi.com 7 World Trade Center 250 Greenwich Street New York, NY 10007-0030 (212) 220-3000 Los Angeles losangeles@bmi.com 9420 Wilshire Blvd. Suite 200 Beverly Hills, CA 90212 (310) 659-9109 London london@bmi.com 84 Harley House Marylebone Road London NW1 5HN, United Kingdom 44 20 7486 2036 Atlanta atlanta@bmi.com 3340 Peachtree Road, NE Suite 570 Atlanta, GA 30326 (404) 261-5151 Austin austin@bmi.com 1400 S. Congress Avenue Suite B 200 Austin, TX 78704 (512) 350-2033 BMI Leadership Senior Management Team BMI Creative Management Team Contact Us Press & media related questions Careers at BMI Genres Americana Blues Christian Classical Country Dance Film, TV & Visual Media Gospel Indie Jazz Latin Musical Theatre Pop Rock R&B/Hip-Hop Creators Login Join How We Pay FAQ Calendar Awards Services BMI Live BMI Mobile BMI Online Services Music Licensing Music Users Need a License? Types of Copyright Digital Licensing About BMI Contact Press Room Sitemap Jobs at BMI International Advocacy Broadcast Music, Inc. BMI represents more than 1.3 million songwriters, composers, and publishers with over 20.6 million musical works. Follow Us Copyright 1994-2023 ©, Broadcast Music, Inc.® unless otherwise specified. BMI®, BMI.com® and Broadcast Music, Inc.® are registered trademarks of Broadcast Music, Inc. • Terms of Use • Privacy Policy BMI About Creators Music Users News Careers Advocacy Login
Lightning came over 4 a quick time yesterday afternoon and this evening I enjoyed a movie on my ROKU system, and directly following that, a HAVANA DEATH BEAM ASSAULT on me happened, or the direct effects of one, sending me racing suddenly 2 my futhermucking toilet at exactly one quarter hour past midnight, and I think it was given 2 me shortly past nine last night. I am starting 2 wonder, speaking of sounds being sampled or copied recently, that even the 'DA', or Sir Mortimer Astrallite Mortino Himself is not being copied, duplicated, sent by electronic control, or Congressman Robert Andrews 'WHATEVER'. First, 4 the past several days and beginning with the major attack on me one week ago, death angel MM has been way more prevalent and continuous and even as I speak now at 12:46 A.M., on this 18th moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning in April, this dirt-ball DEATH-ANGEL is close by me on my left side, AGAIN, 4 the futhermucking umpteenth and countless goddessdog time. Yes I almost made it 2 my futhermucking toilet but wasn't quite all the way sitting down, and the mess that resulted required another miserable rotten damn clean up job 4 the pitiful poor pathetic 'NON-RON-MTPN'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, WEIN, SOSO, U all know thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!! The last clean up job was a wee bit half ass so it wasn't a total loss as I had planned 2 do a more complete and thorough job after receiving the next brutal illegal blow on my sick old bowels and body. Folks, if anything was TRULY WRONG WITH ME, any doctor worth their weight and shingle at least from my good-old day, would tell anyone of U right here and right Loo-VanBuren now, that I would never have lived all this time since this nightmare hellishness with this all began in August of 1986, along with the rest of this unfathomably unspeakable and beyond outlandishly unconscionable dog stench. If this was just some medical issue, and NAUGHT SOME COVERT HORRENDOUS WEAPON OF DEATH being used on me 4 over 3 GODDESSDOG DOZEN YEARS OF TIME NOW; I would have died a 'long long long ling lang long' time ago. Any good medical practitioner worth their salt in 'internal medical knowledge', will agree with me, as I don't make things such as this up out of whole cloth. I get my facts straight from the New England Journal of Medical Health, YO! Now at ten minutes past nine I walked out 2 me' futhermucking front porch 2 check things out as I normally do shortly after all activity is suspended 4 the day surrounding the gaming and community room areas and the pool. After being out perhaps one half minute, a weird looking plane was headed 4 my direction and the airport off 2 my west, but it was quite low and unusually silent in a seemingly stealthy maneuver. It had an unusually brilliant RED TAIL LIGHTING SYSTEM ACTIVATED, and as it was passing just due west of me and about 2 go behind other trailers, I heard a major death-angel type of sound in my left ear, extremely loud like a major death angel attack, but it seemed 2B traveling as though some sensory talents within me could feel and even know that this aerial vehicle was sending this horrible signal-sound right 2 my goddessdog left ear. I am even beginning now 2 reevaluate the possibility of Sir Weldon Saunders being incorrect, and thus that these horrible endless DA-attacks on me R actually being electronically sent 2 me by my Spammenies. I intend 2 ask Sir SWAP at the park at 11 A.M. TOMORROW, if this cannot somehow B electronically checked out, thus if it is then stopped, I'll know something, and if it is not stopped but is able 2B checked out and it is an electronic intentional sending of some signal 2 me ILLEGALLY, as I am a perfectly legal United States Citizen, freely born in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania at 9:30 in the morning on 4 December of 1954, at the city hospital there in Montgomery County, oh lovely Bewitched-Elizabeth Twitchnose Possibilities-Endless, and with or without any assists from BOM-BLOGS dated September 5th in the year of 2008 while residing at Judge Frank Raso's Hammonton-Blue Berryville home at 65 Middle Road, with Ann and Dawn-Marie King; then I will B able 2 sue whoever or whatever agency is doing this nightmare illegal hellishness 2 pitiful ass me 4 decades and decades, 4 every single penny that they're futhermucking worth and then some goddessdog more after that 2 boot, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this is the 18th and I will B seeing Sir Swap on this date at the Dog-run Park area across the South Hutchinson Island Bridge at eleven of the clock in the Ante' freaking Meridian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone is gonna' get their frikkin' butt-holes sued the Christ off, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 with an off the scale major death assault on this eighteenth day in April, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me at the beginning of this morning with A MAJOR DEATH HAVANA WEAPON BOWEL ATTACK, MAJOR ELECTRONIC SIGNAL-BEAMS, MAJOR PHONE ASSAULTS RECENTLY, AND 'ALL MANNER OF PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECH-RELATED HARASSMENTS' ON ME, OVER THE PAST 7 DAYS NOW; 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-13, CG-18, G-1133, G-14, AND*****//// S-----T-----O-----P.
By adding in both the time equation as well as the hyperspace equation orders into the Magnetic Sound Machine system orders, (G-13) and (G-14), I can make absolutely sure that stuff being scanned as well as PUNISHED is definitely naught limited 2 our normally operating three dimensional reality of the human condition (3-D).
Oh lads and Lassies, “Here is whatta-huppened”, Mister Derrijo Exxon Sir, from 1983, as well as all or anyone else who may just care in any small way. I had been asleep only a short while and pow, the electrical outage suddenly hit me at exactly 9:15 this mother ducking moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning; oh kind and unkind peeps out there. When I tried 2 call my landline from my cellular Galaxy phone to restore the time and date on the phone's caller-ID, which needs 2B done until some caller phones me and I answer the call, activating a caller-ID-reset of some kind, and I could not call through, I observed that I do have a dial tone on it, and I can make outgoing fwucking phone calls without any trouble at all. This never has happened 2 me B4 and my Spammenies have never done this exact particular hack strike on me B4, not in all of the nearly 40 years now of this death assault on me by these diseased turd eating stick lickers. Never ever fwucking B4 have I been struck with a broken incoming call phone situation following an electrical outage harassment, this is truly a first time 4 these wicked demonic scum sucking vomit chewing Spammenies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Comcast is looking into this and most likely will need 2 come out here with one of their technicians in order 2 find out just what is going the Dogtown on with me here. I did absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong, and yet I may still get charged, as only the tech will know this. If it happens that way, I will discontinue with my landline service after the next billing cycle, as the enemies can endlessly repeat this persecution on me and cause my already fwucking ass busted budget 2 go further down the goddarn ass girgler at C-SQ! All we can do now is 2C what happens, but I know that the stock market (DJIA) and this endless and viciously monstrous ICPE-APE-TECH applied against me since summer time of 1986, is indeed behind my major death strike assault today, just 15 goddarn ass minutes prior 2 Wall crooked Street's opening bell from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SUPER FWUCKING BOTBAR TIMES ONE, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE, with now my second horrendous hellish BOTBAR 4 the month of APRIL-2023. Now where was I-B4 this MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME IN WAKING LIFE TOOK PLACE, oh folks? “WELLLLLLLLLL”, Sir President Nixon from 1972 and 1973; I was 'dreaming and asleep', and in this incredible wild experience, I was in a major mother fwucking nightmarish experience involving a lot of super giant girls all over the place, a sheriff who was about 2 place me under arrest 4 a crime that I had naught committed oh lovely 'Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake', and all sorts of horrendous kit was ongoing all around me, and as I awoke from thisssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica 1983 Snakesssssssss mahm', and had forced open my eyes with all my will and might as it was indeed extremely and outlandishly difficult 4 me 2 do; and the entire room was literally spinning around me and things were jumping and I was fully and completely awake only slit around me was not yet settling into the world of human consciousness and the great and mighty hypnogogic state had kicked in, causing thisssssssss incredible major electrical and utility assault and property damage attack from this enemy SPACEFORCE, (Spammenies)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is way more 2 this nightmare story from mucking hell people but 4 now, I wish 2 post while I can, as the services may cut off during further testing conducted by the entertainment world's great mighty and almighty non-Davis Donna grand-pop Morrisette blog comment leaver of how he is making a lot of $$$$$$ with my blogs out there in CALI; oh boy Mister trucking-glass MACY; but yes, things now R fitting together a whole lot more than just 24 hours back, leading of course 2 also realizing the reason a long time ago for a song titled, “24 Little hours”, yes world, what a mother fwucking difference a day can indeed make, right all of U song lyricists out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Folks, this guy in my nightmare brought up the way that I ask my pal, Sir Mike Patterson if he had particularly hellish attacks and bad days on days that I do in order 2C if SATAN is back up 2 His old tricks as He always seemed 2 do 2 Dave Roth and me back in Jersey! This man brought it up and was smirking at me the entire time that he was doing it, as if absolutely admitting 2 me that he was going 2B the one that inflicts the double-bubble punishment on Mike and myself back on that day one week ago, last Tuesday. Oh peeps, UR so goddessdarn clueless 2 the endless hell that I have endured now 4 an interminable amount of futhermucking mortal-world chronology, (time). But let me finish this 'continued from older blogging info', with thisssssssss:!!!!! The guy in the nightmare that I now completely believe caused Mike P's auto crash last week, IS THE VERY SAME MAN WHO OWNS THAT LAKE BOAT-RENTAL 'JOINT' at that place where Sir Dave Roth crashed the motorboat a month or so ago now, in that other prior dreaming interaction. He is the very same man and I had reasons 4 not telling U all this, and now the grand futhermucking finale here if ye pweeeeeeeze, YO! Remember how he didn't like my playing that tune, the fish-song harmony-track, YBCO, and how he reached into the car and turned down and off, the volume, without uttering one single word 2 me? All wonderful QUEENS out here need 2B at the edge of their seats B4 they bite the dust, as this is a mind bending wild offshoot 2 the psychic Madame Paula Uwich's story that she absolutely futhermucking insisted 2 me was the absolute honest truth regarding Miss lovely Toni Braxton, and who I do not know personally from Adam's Eve. Anyone who ever watched a lot of afternoon television over the past ten years, at least knows about a show that was called, “The Real”. Not only was TB on this show but so were many industry peeps and pals, and along with this, comes the sucker punch 2 the gut, that would even knock big 'Cali-Guv-Arnie' down onto the goddessdog floor, in a New York micro-moment. There was either a magazine article that I was reading while waiting at a grocery store checkout line or else it was displayed on the actual TV-show, but I absolutely know that I saw a clear large closeup photograph of the husband of one of those Mowry Sisters who played in that cool early nineties TV-show called, “Sister-Sister”. This guy is the hubby of one of those two girls and the one on “THE REAL” show. This guy IS THAT EXACT SAME GUY, WHO IN THAT PARALLEL WORLD THAT I MADE CONTACT WITH THROUGH THAT DREAM WITH THE BOAT CRASH, owns that boat-rental business on that lake, owns that home at the far end of the parking lot lake-front area, and who came out and completely turned off my YBCO-fish song HARMONY TRACK, made from vocoder machine samplings of the voice of the Magical Shirley Laboratory (1984 throat specialist place) and their 14 year old technician who half of me was actually there with one day, and half of me only spoke 2 on a phone call, yet someone there, and 4 years later on as well, seemed 2 enjoy playing these sampled voice sounds 2 me OVER TELEPHONES, MIZZ BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!! GEE, I WONDER JUST Y THIS IS ALL 'GOING DOWN', CUZZ DON, &-@ your wild medical places, and transdimensional nuthouse establishments?????!!!!!!!! That '84 phone call was real, FBI, LOC. Check it out at Quantico!!!!!!!!!
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
2007
has been the most awful year in my miserable life. I have had 3 or
more straight weeks without one single day’s let up of major
siege, mostly air siege, but sieges and persecutions of all kinds,
yet all totally covert, and next to impossible to prove that they
are indeed real and being done intentionally just for my benefit. Y
they make it so bad 4 me on holidays is a spurious anomaly that I
will most likely never B really able 2 get 2 the bottom of, but
nonetheless it is the total truth. Coming home on Christmas morning
at just past midnight from my job work post, chemtrails filled the
sky, and a fresh bright new one was streaming above me, totally
zenithing my security station as I was packing up my personal items
so I could go home. I drive a few miles into Hammonton, and a
reddish van began following me and turning as I turned, every single
time. I pulled over on a side street and so did the van on the
opposite side. I sat there and after a few minutes went by, it went
on, but was still out there. As soon as I went another 2 blocks,
there it was right back, following me, until I nearly arrived at the
local police station, and he or she then broke off this attack. The
police assured me that it was not one of them in an unmarked car
doing this to me, but whoever it is, they R in league with a loud
corporate or military type of helicopter, as the previous night,
although I remember seeing this same van at a slightly different
part of town, it did not follow me, but as soon as I arrived at my
residence and began unpacking my items in my car 2 take into my
residence, this huge chopper appeared literally out of nowhere and
buzzed and chopped over me and my residence at 12:30 in the morning,
shaking my trailer park like an earthquake. Then the next morning,
the same chopper came along or early afternoon, and flew over my
residence again, loud and low. The planes and choppers have been
continual and non-stop constant 4 three straight weeks now, and so
have the poisonous toxic propane chemtrails, unless the weather is 2
rainy. A child with mentally challenging problems can C that my
troubles R not ever going 2 end nor will I ever even B believed by
anyone with clout that is willing 2 help me get this nightmare
situation around me every day and night of my life stopped. The same
challenged child can C that B4I get heavily into meaty issues of
today’s blog, I
will start with one of several major TRS, or TODAYS’ REVENGE
SECRETS. First, I
believe I know now who the follower/stalker on Christmas morning is,
and he lives in my trailer park right next to me if I am right. They
have lived there practically forever, and my landlady told me it is
not the same people, but I know better. They slam the van doors over
and over all weekend long while I try my best 2 sleep, as I work on
the weekend nights as U now should know. Again, when these scum bags
finally drive off of the property, what then within 2 minutes comes
over, but that same loud low zenithing chopper. This has been going
on in my life now since the early middle 1980’s, the van that is
in with some plane or helicopter or other air vehicle. I
have every reason 2 believe that the man who threatened to kill me
at the Turnersville Pathmark parking lot on the afternoon of the 2nd
of August in 1996, and frightened my mom so bad that she never was
the same and led I believe to her shortly following undiagnosable
medical condition that came upon her as mysteriously as Stephen
King’s Fog, precisely 10 years ago today, leading to her lingering
hellish slow tortuous death, and eventual murder on the 4th of March
in the year of 2000. He was of the Masonic Order, and was going to
kill me because another Mason, my pal David Roth, had recently given
2 me, a family lineage chart so secret, that it later led to the
books by Dan Brown.
This chart proves that I am the 61st grandson in direct lineage
descendandship to one of the brothers of a great master who claims
2B the son of God, the SAR {LORD] Jesus Christ. In ancient Hebrew,
SAR
is LORD
and
SARAH is LORDESS.
This goes back to when World Lab went back with the Peebee’s as
they R called, or the PYRAMID BUILDERS. Dan Brown’s story is not
true, and Jesus never had a daughter named LORDESS. But
the great Sarah Stacey Jehovah does come to Earth’s mortal world
from time 2 time, and I know huge secrets about it all.
Lots of it all ready is told in some basic text on my website,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
The
show that was the biggest hit serial daytime drama from 1966-1971
called “Dark Shadows”, tried to expose this BUILDERBERGER
MASONIC secret, and the cover story of Jonathan Frid desiring 2
return 2 Vaudeville, was all pure bull smells.
U
cannot expose nor beat these WORLD OWNERS.
Let me get more 4 right now, into the heart of my first of today’s
TRS: I told U all about an old pal in my special education school,
named Jerry, the kid who blurted out the no-no to the great LORD,
back in the MW year of 1972, and when I told her that the 17th of
last June, as it was early October at the time, would come 2B a
super historical date in American history but not until the
following year. This indeed was true, as it was the date that the
Democratic office building, the WATERGATE
BUILDING,
in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, was entered and bugged,
under direct orders of the
37th president, Richard Milhouse Nixon.
A PBE also needs 2B amended and corrected, I said the spring and
meant to type in the AUTUMN of 1972 was when Jerry blurted this
statement out to the great SSJKK, who had somehow managed 2 come to
the MW, and infiltrate my school, as a Rehab student. Jerry’s
father was a royal pain in the rear end, but I always got along
swimmingly well with his wonderful mom. However, when I went to
contact her from time to time in the early nineties about having her
put me in touch with Jerry, remember that this was right B4I started
going through my [mid-life-crises/Sarah-thing],
whatever it really was, and like magic, Mrs. Heitzmann turned on me
and told me it would B4 the best if I just leave Jerry alone and not
ever bother him. She had absolutely no logical reason for abusing
and mistreating me, we always had been friends, and Jerry was a
great friend. I
knew that Sarah’s
head-tap
would most likely have worn off by now, and we could have shared
many a war story. Do
not get me wrong, I love all mighty Jehovah more than any of U
mortal worlders could ever know, but our special relationship has
been compromised and interfered with by something that she herself
established a long time ago, THE
KINGS. This world has always had an ownership, an astral MILLIONTH
COUNCIL in physical form, just as the Catholic Pope is symbolically
thought of by his followers as God here on the MW Mortal World. Even
orders such as ECKANKAR recognize how astral entities and societies,
need 2 also have their physical counterparts here on the physical
plane or realm, and these great KINGS in the book of KINGS, in the
Holy Scriptures, is now the BUILDERBERGERS.
Locked up tight in the bank and copies under the Pine Forests of the
great NJUSAESMWG, will always B the proof of the greatest secret in
this entire world, and that is who I am and who I am directly
related to. This is not dynamite, it is beyond thermonuclear!!! I
never asked David 2 take this chart out of that lodge, he did it,
and I know that they murdered him for doing it, but
I guess Constable McMeekan does not believe my story, or just
doesn’t have the blatant fun circles to take on the owners of the
world, can’t
really say that I blame him. Dangerfield knew a lot, but I am not
sure whether he was Masonic or not. He tried 2 warn me from Brad’s
house on the telephone, what I was up against. It scared me so bad,
that the following day, I wrote the song, “THAT’S
THE WAY IT GOES”.
This was copyrighted
more than a decade later by me in early 1981.
The dude that chased Brad and myself that horrible night a few weeks
after this, was told by Sarah and the Callio family, FTV and SCTV
not withstanding, to get this chain away from me, and when the wife
messed it up for their sinister little plan, I went on to getting
thrown out of the apartment for unfair things, and a
few short months after moving from Westmont to Oaklyn, in
NJUSAESMWG, came
the night early in December, the 7th I believe, where
I went 2 sleep and Sarah took the chain away from me in the dream,
and when I awakened and looked in my secret strongbox 4 it, sure
enough, the
physical counterpart of this great chain had totally and completely
vanished. In 1996
about 2 weeks B4 the terror threat made to my mother at
Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG at the grocery store by the man in the
{VAN}, always a covert van with no windows, mom and I decided on a
trip back from good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG 2 pull over in
Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG; and go to the local diner for a nice
din-din. The
waitress was shaking in her boots, came right over to us and said to
us, “A
contract
is
on your life”.
She went onto say that I as well as my Saturn vehicle, fit the
precise description, that she knew this 4 a fact, as she had
connected family in the area there, a
nest of city corruption and illegal drug trafficking,
and it seemed that
somebody finked on somebody up there high in the drug-SAR bizz, and
then told some other JO that it was me, setting
me up for
a hit, I
believe on the L&O
show,
this would B considered 2B ATTEMPTED MURDER.
In the real world, my complaints and story mean absolutely nothing
to the local and state authorities. I can go get myself shot to
death 4 all anybody around here gives a rotten dern.
Phase 5 as U should now B aware of from reading and studying other blogging texts, is the energy that becomes the mass equivalent of events brought about mortally on phase three, after being first recorded on Millionth Council or electronic mediums, same difference. As I type now at about quarter past six this hellish Friday evening, a CIA/NSA CRASH LEVEL private airplane is buzzing and dogging me literally to my grave here at Ann Silva’s place, and she is witnessing all that is happening 2 me today. She was released Wednesday from the hospital that admitted her 4 pneumonia back on Monday night. U all R so lucky, seeing things the mortal way that all of U do. I know the truth, and am not one bit afraid 2 tell all of the world that YES I DO KNOW IT--LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!! If U could C it all with my level of pure simple awareness, U would not look at my way out sounding speeches as complex and crazy. I never said that the astral plane is a place, or that Santa Claus is living somewhere north of Canada, in an underground elf-crowded toy shop. I said that everything is a condition-interaction, and that includes this tangible physical world and life as well. We will come back to this, but I need first to tell U more about another part of what was previously gapped out on this blog.
When
I attended the special-ed school that I have made mention of on
numerous past blogging texts, on Hopkins
Lane, in Haddonfield,
NJUSAESMWG, I made some mention
of another girl in my life by the name of Sarah
Jacobson, who attended the rehab
part of this special-ed school, 2 separate parts, and she went
around constantly bragging about being the strongest person, not the
strongest girl, but the strongest person in the entire school. I
knew beyond any doubt that she indeed was the “THE
STRONGEST PERSON IN THE SCHOOL”,
of which I had no doubt at all, and was indeed totally true. I still
am attempting to click in and make repairs on the hack job that some
evil MO whack job did 2 me. Bear with me PWEEEEEZE!!!!! She threw
huge boys around like they were lunch boxes, and beat grown men
teachers that were as tall as 6’3” in arm wrestles in 2 seconds;
they didn’t even stand a chance. One night she came to me in a
dream and said, not to me, but another boy standing nearby, as we
all in this interaction were standing on a bridge nearby the school,
and he asked her if he could kiss her and she replied, and I will
never forget this in millions of mortal world-MW- years, “I don’t
kiss boys”. The reason this stuck with me is not because of what
she had said as she stood there dazzlingly gorgeous and tantalizing,
73 or 74 inches of ultimate female delight, and stronger than 3
grown men all put together, but the reason that it stuck with me 2
this very day is because, months later in the late spring of the
year of seventy-two, about five months following this
DREAM-INTERACTION, I was indeed standing on this bridge near the
school, and there was a beautiful lake there in the Haddonfield
Pennypacker Park, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the boy from the
interaction was now also here, some kid at the school that was in
Sarah J. {Cobson’s} class. Sure enough he asked to kiss her right
there within feet distance of my ear shot, and I thought I would
drop dead when I heard her say, “I don’t kiss boys”. I then
heard this wise ass guy who was new at school and not aware of her
power; say to her, “what, do U kiss girls”? Then I heard a
cracking sound so loud that my heart raced inside my fragile little
chest, and this sound was his face literally being turned into a
broken mass of less than human looking oozy goo. But I really knew
she was 4 real, when I would C her wreck and destroy a kid by the
name of Pat Lafarce in a 2 second smash-down arm wrestle, and all
though I was 18 and he was 11 and a half, I couldn’t hold him off
for even a second, so think what Sarah would have done to me. There
was nobody like her; she had huge chocolate brown eyes, very long
brown exquisite hair, and I know that indeed this was my Sarah and
that she had infiltrated my school. Sarah was famous 4 being able 2
enter into my dreams, and then as U mortals would see it as, effect
the direct reality around me after awakening from one of these
dreams, that pertained 2 what these dreams were about. What girl,
back in the early 1970’s anyway, today is totally different, went
around bragging about her monstrous unfathomable physical strength?
But she did, and all the time. Now when a person is under 20, a year
is not felt the same way that a year is felt for us over 50 persons.
One or two years now are meaningless, but in a person’s teens, it
is quite a big chunky percentage of their life, am I not right? So
Sarah in Atlantic City was not seen since the 12th
of July of 1970, and here I am in the autumn of 1972. Now I had been
friends with a dude named Jerry Heitzmann from Bellmawr, NJUSAESMWG,
for just over a year, from my class, and now he had recently been
placed into the REHAB class where Sarah was also attending. I had
told him all about the great Sarah Krassle from Atlantic City,
NJUSAEMWG. He secretly got me aside in the woods by the Pennypacker
Park Lake by the “I don’t kiss boys bridge” as I named it ever
since the dream came true, and he said to me something I will not
forget in thousands of MW years, maybe never. He said that Sarah
wants him to introduce me 2 her. I was scared out of my living mind,
but I went during lunch break, into a room where she said to come
in, and another boy, tall and thin, a rehab student, about 6’6”
tall and slight of build with scraggly ugly long black hair, was
talking to her and they were discussing marriage. I walked in, and
stared up at both of these very tall people, while shaking in my
whittle freaking boots. Sarah then said to him after smiling at me,
”I wouldn’t date U or marry U if U were the last kid in the
world” Then she came right over to me and said, “Hi, I’m
Sarah, you’re a great looking boy”. At this point my heart was
banging so fast in my chest, I honest to the gods believed that
within seconds, I would pass out onto the floor, I got dizzy and
light headed, and she grabbed my hand and helped me to sit down at a
desk. Believe it or not, I said something that got the conversation
turned to the re-election of President Nixon and how I all ready
knew he would get it and that June the 17th of the year was gonna B
a day for American history, and I said this 2 her. She smiled at me
and said that I was right and that I had all ready lived through
that date many countless times in a cycle that I should not B
remembering. I did not totally understand it, but smiled, and told
her that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life.
Then like a total fool jag officer, Jerry blurted out, “Y not,
she’s the great Sarah Krassle”? She immediately jumped up and
touched the top of his head gently, and never again did he ever
remember one thing that I had told him about the great Sarah. The
next day she was not in the rehab class. 3 days later she still was
not around, and no matter how much I tried 2 learn what had
happened, everyone insisted that no such person ever was there. The
kid that had his injury told me he was hit by his dad accidentally
in the back yard of their home while they were doing some heavy
landscaping work over the previous weekend. Do I really have to tell
U that this is TRS?????????????? If I do, U go to REHAB or special
ed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
4 a subject I’ve left alone 4 a while, the great WORLD LAB and the
mid 22 hundreds, where I live and work as Labber Zeejins Arthurs.
B4I go on with this, in case I forgot and this was part of what got
gapped out on the blog today, the very worst day of my entire life,
I think the enemy all ready knew I was gonna get my passport renewed
at the Hammonton post office, NJUSAESMWG, and they do not wish 4 me
2 ever escape their evil empire, their prison that they’ve so
carefully constructed covertly 4 me, and their wicked games that the
gods R playing with me, through them. I said on another PBE, that U
may have heard if U attended Sunday school, how “God works through
people”. I know I heard it over and over. The type came out that
God words through them, error, sahwee there rich prince of the
capital!!!! Sure miss your great ads, lose that stinking Geico crap
and put your great ads back on the freaking boob tube!!!!!! Anyone
doubting time is being transcended via dream travel, forget warp
drive garbage, U need 2 know the truth son!!!!!! I-Ching is very
real, the part not found in most library books either, where this
book of non-atomic-freezing, [CHANGES], has its true power of
prophecy lie. The hexagram of DELIVERANCE saved my miserable life
and sanity, some of it anyway, back in the mortal world year of
1996, when on the night of or early morning hours really, of the 7th
of December, this time frame 4 me, will truly live in infamy!!!!!!!
I was out of my skull trying to get to the bottom of this {Sarah
situation}. I spent money in credit that I knew I’d never B able 2
repay, in my lengthy and tedious search and quest 2 locate this all
mighty god of yours, Earthlings!!!!!!!! This story, a lot of it, not
all of it, has been made mention of in prior blog texts, and a right
side death angel just winged my right side as I type this now at
around 8:17 PM. If my passport is denied by the state department, it
will just B another proof in my folder that I am not imagining any
of this hell!!!!!!! I will find out in 7-9 weeks so the post office
tells me, as of this date, Friday evening on 121407. Ever since
awakening or whatever I [really] did, from my major interaction on
the night of August 15th in 1986, I knew something beyond
unexplainable had occurred. Christmas trees, talk about Captain
Picard’s SHIP IN A BOTTLE. Y did I do this 2 your daughter?
Because she is a very beautiful and desirous woman 4 starters, but I
as Mountainpen did not do a thing 2 your dern daughter. This is all
talked about in earlier Morianity. From day flock ducking crow
eating number one, I always believed I was not really awake, and as
time seemingly went on, I believed ever more, that eventually, I
would ‘really’ awaken from this nightmare that I fell asleep
into on this horrific 15th August day here in ’86!!!!!!!!
I still refuse to ever part totally with this piece of the 6th
dimension, and hold it very dear and close to my heart, [thought].
It keeps me going at many of my unfathomably darkest hours, here is
Dogtown, Shawnee!!!!!!!! I know she put me in the bottle. Machines
like U would never believe, exist in this World Lab in the mid late
twenty two hundreds. 300 years ago, U try talking 2 anybody about
jet air travel, spaceflights, moon landings, internet, television
and radio, any of it, and they would lock U up so freaking tight,
they would hear U squeaking a light year away bwaby-wuv!!!! I am
telling U that I was probed when I fell into bed that night, and
Scummer has me in this nightmarogram of hers up in the future, I
know it Look, I am guilty of re-tracing her a long time from now,
not as me, but as another part of a larger reality of me, should I
have 2 suffer this bad 4 this crime? Doubt the validity of my
claims, fine!!! How come U will buy and publish and read, as a
society, a book then that says exactly what I am making claim here
to, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE,
go TO SITES LIKE WWW.BORDERS.COM OR
WWW.AMAZON.COM OR WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, AND DON’T TAKE MY
DERN WORD FOR URINE!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 30, 2007
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
#5
I am under the worst MILITUFORCE SIEGE that I have seen in ages and ages, chemtrails R all over me, choppers are horrific, causing the cheating Snyder Flyers to WIN WIN WIN, and the Dow Jones market to go UP UP UP. Until next week when some additional chip memory is installed into this system, it is difficult operating, bare with me, as the Slowsky Turtle’s R in the house, and no one changes their ways as the bartender well knows.
Message
to my very best friend Karen, sister of Sheriff Simons of Camden C:
I as Mountainpen, or MWM as U know me by, is one
of nearly unlimited dream sequences that I am having from my more
real astral life. On this plane of astrallity, I also have numerous
identities that I am aware of when I visit the 6th dimension which
can only B accessed if U know the way, and that is to get into the
locale of KRASSLEVILLE at the border of the great OP [OLLYMPIAN
PROVINCE], and go onto the river with a powerful enough motor-ship,
as this river runs from woust to nest, or in mortality, here on the
mortal world, picture our great Mississippi or Missouri Rivers here
in America, running backwards and uphill. Some rivers on Earth do
indeed flow in reverse directions from the others, but this is a
mere geographical anomaly, as 4 whatever reason, that particular
area is lowering from the higher real estate in reverse direction to
all other areas in the neighboring parallel and part of the globe,
hence no Earthly river runs literally against gravitation, or
uphill. However, the great K. River does indeed flow from down to up
or woust to nest as these 2 directions R referred 2 on the Astral
Plane. When and if U can reach far and high enough, it cuts through
a strange area inside a deeply unfathomable gorge that makes our
Earth world Grand Canyon look like a Bowell that U would eat a can
of Campbell's Possibilities Soup out of. Up in this part of the
in-between province areas, lies many large fields of void areas that
always have been there and always will B, and R controlled by the
Great Millionth Council, GMC, the ruling body in total control of
phase #2 reality, the ASTRAL PLANE. This deep gorge leads to many
labeled fields that this GMC experiments with in their “dream
travel” experiments, and is Y we mortals C 'UFO'-crafts from time
2 time that R not our own secret military test covert crafts, which
is what 97% of sightings really R, but the other 3% are Olympian
'dream-travel' Airships. In a nutshell, I go occasionally to the
mental plane or 6th dimension, and am aware that astrally, I exist
as thousands of entities in separate individual states on lower
levels of astrallity, and that each of these entities dream-down
into the mortal realm or physical plane. 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 Finway-Pk-Baseball Field. So shortening the story and answering
your query, one of my many dreams that I have, as a dog named
ZERANNISS 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 60 octillion cubic mile area, but a mere speck in
the huge Olympian Province, OP, where the mighty GREAT
DIANA ZUUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS
lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, click into
www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR
information, 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. Here, I am Rick, but never went by this
shortened nickname, until one day when the great parents of my
lovely blond Diana, a 33 foot pure energy coil that stands 6' and 3'
tall with long bright canary yellow hair past her knees, and long
eyes that curve up just a tiny bit at each end, but are very
long-----------each one about this long and no wider
than-----------maybe twice this example, at most, one look at her
eyes, or her, by any man from Earth, and U never will B the same
again. Not a day goes by that I do not think about her eyes, and
even clearly C them in my own mind’s eye, even now as I speak. She
hates it when I call her slit-eyes, so I do not do this, but it does
describe her eyes, and when I lose consciousness tonight, just for
entering this through the machine mind, I will most likely catch
hell for saying this, but that will B when I am RICK. Anyway, her
great parents Zeus and Leda brought her over 2 Ricktown and after
introducing me to her and her 2 me, I told her and my exact words
were millions of eons ago, “U
CAN CALL ME RICK”. Then she
blurted out immediately with such vigor it threw me back, “YOU’RE
MY RICK”. Karen, I was never
in all my eternal existence, as happy as I was at that moment, when
the devil’s sister fell in love with me, but lightning did not get
permission to live with me in Ricktown Manor
until many long infinities passed. At first, I either would visit
her at the God’s Manor in the great Olympia Proper, and watch her
play tennis with her family and friends, or we would go down the
path to her beautiful CODE CABIN.
U can read about this by clicking into the CODE CABIN section on my
website, as shown above. So no as me here on the mortal world, I am
Rick’s dream, and not Rick, but have many many memories of my
truer life as Rictofarious, just in my dreams last night, in time’s
illusion, I remember taking lightning to her Queen’s meeting in
the capitol city of Akoslem, Ricktown’s capitol, as she was made
Ricktown’s queen by a 97.84% population majority vote, when I as
Rick, presented this stage A request to our citizens, where later it
was unanimously 100% approved by the Millionth Council, the Astral
Plane's Absolute Authorities. If I were Rick here, U would not
recognize me, as I am quite the stud, standing just over 88 full
inches high, eyeballing Barkley and Chamberlain, and am 330 pounds
of pure solid muscle. Here I am old, ugly, fat, and stupid, and
hated by humanity. There, I am respected, always 23 years old, no
matter how many ceecee’s go by, as time on the astral is created 4
the interactions, the reverse from mortal world life where time
first needs substance and reality in order for any interaction to
thereby come into being. But, as a code between good friends, U
certainly can call me Rick, I know lightning will not mind, she
knows U are happily married and living as a mortal being on the
mortal realm. Sarah-Stacey is the real jealous one of all the gods
and goddesses. If I am anywhere near any pretty women, she sends
hundreds of crows and ravens and hawks, occasionally flying right
over my car and I can even C their eyes looking at me, that is how
close many come, if I am too long with anyone too pretty, and U know
me, I do love beauty queens, in my human world existence. Hope I
answered your question sufficiently, KS, and thank you for
monitoring my sites and blogs.
Now of course it is no longer 2007, but rather 2023; and 16 years have ticked on by, oh wonderful Eagles Music Band of the middle seventies. Back more than 7 years even earlier still than those days of early 2007 and its blogs later 2B named “BOM”, was a morning that I awoke from powerful dreaming interactions and had 2 face the waking world and go with Paul Evans Pedersen and Billy Harner over 2 a Philadelphia music studio called FRESH TRACKS, where we were recording that music album-CD, “Billy Harner 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE”. This was no ordinary deal, and it had absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with music, artists, or anything at all that most so-called normal and average folks reading this story would think. I just took an assault that Mizz dirtbag garbage-face Thistlethorns Notfondauonebit caused me, or someone or something did, at one eleven this rotten ass afternoon. If me' ole' fwucking twustworthy cum-puke-her clock that's an hour slow during savings time each year, did not help me out here, 'Idabin' totally effing screwed and would have seen THREE UGLY DISEASED ONES ON MY GALAXY-CELLPHONE. Thank the gods I happened 2 glance at me' computer time B4 hitting the button that would turn it on, as it read 12:11, and that means it was really U know goddessdog what peeps! Suddenly some prompt sound came on and I wanted 2C what was what and would have opened it all up if not 4 quickly glancing at the computer monitor screen at the goddessdog time. The Spammenies assault attempt was thwarted, HA-HA-HA, lovely Harris Amanda Donna McKechnie. Yes those 100 year Dark Shadows fires, fire-boats, mailboats, Sara-Karge duplications, and nineties search/quest private Mountainpen HELL'S, YO, like MACY-STACEY-hypertime WOW, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO, and SUPER WOW, YO!!!!!! Yes this was not what any of U might think was happening back on the 2nd day of this 3rd MILLENNIUM, 2 January, 2000 and remember that centuries begin on one-years, and millenniums begin on zero-years, such as the 21st century did not start until January 1st of 2001, but the 3rd millennium began January 1st of 2000. I awoke from the most powerful emotional dreaming interaction on the early first few hours of that 2nd day of the millennium, 1-2-00. Within a few hours of waking, bathroom SSS, dressing and leaving the great Guthrie Short Manor of Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, I was on my way to Paul's house in Pine Hill and from there over 2 Billy's joint just a block and a half down the road of non-magical transdimensional-BOOM-BOOM cannons, Catholic truth-altering canons, and the like. From there it was a straight shot over 2 Philly and the damn studio. I was in my own private hell, and I had just been in some transdimensional Atlantic City with my 2 wonderful goddesses, Sarah Krassle and Diana Arteemis. I had no idea then in those times that Diana was Stacey's great spirit. She was able 2 separate into two giant teen goddesses and we were on a large beach towel, and I was literally in heaven. However the guy who here in waking life was my Latengrate Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, was my UNCLE GOOKAS there, and he came along and I left the beach towel 2 go 2 the boardwalk with him, and all the while was thinking, Y in the name of the gods, LITERALLY, would I want 2 leave the 2 goddess loves of my life and follow this nutty juggling idiot??????? He was taking all sorts of stupid objects while we were walking along the boardwalk, and was juggling them like some stupid idiot moron on steroids, and I couldn't believe that I would get up from that beach towel 2 go with him and B in this silly stupid misery and leave behind the two absolute mucking loves of me' life? It is exactly half past one now on this drizzly dark coolish but humid Monday afternoon, and LIGHTNING JUST CAME BY 2 SAY HI 2 HER LITTLE BOY. I love U so very much, U lovely girl Diana, I was just talking about U on this blog, lovely awesome girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1, YO.
My point in finishing this out is that things on the second day of this 3rd millennium made no sense, pertaining 2 that wild and incredible 'dream'. Now it is showing up in a completely different light of course, in my SPLIT REALITY that is the result of some incredible battle between the worlds of the Exploratron and the worlds of the Lawtron, what is biblically perhaps meant by the endless spiritual power struggle of 'good verses evil'. Still, all things considered, I have a whole lot of non PM 'DS-reevaluating' 2 do B4 coming 2 any really new conclusions that R truly worth blogging about, and WOW, will those out there who have been using me all up 4 so long now, lovely Latengrate Donna Summer, B sorry when this becomes a PRIVATE-ACCESS-ONLY blog, and they can no longer get 2 it and make more tens of mother fwucking 'billions of USD's', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' FRIKKIN' BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hear U lovely DIANA ZUUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS. Thank-U Mike Soft Hellwrecker. I am not the one making all of these damn things up, oh world, merely the one who is attempting 2 unravel the absolutely HUUUUUUUUUUUGEST thing that has ever gone down around a human being since the first model came out of the DNA-LABS, and 'non-immaculate biological reproduction systems' were formed in the subatomic truths!
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
TUESDAY, APRIL 18, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WNC 5:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 WXG8 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
I am under a heavy military siege today in the skies. This is not from the regular private jobs that the SPACEFORCE normally uses 2 persecute me. It is actual military aerial vehicles. I have my porch-light airport light warning system on 4 my investigators, even though it most likely will go unnoticed as they R very clever and know how 2 persecute and harass me invisibly and quite covertly and with epitomized stealth. This very same plane has also been used 2 dog me ever since this nightmare and this ICPE-APE-TECH hellishness all got stated against me in middle August of 1986, and many ask me, Y would the military care about screwing with U if this is somehow all casino related and oriented? Well, that is Y-I liked that ADA-pal who helped me all that he was able 2 back in the nineties, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior. He was with the Camden County, New Jersey-USA Prosecutor's Office. He said 2 me the same day he was telling me 2 check in my rear view mirror when I-C a lot of planes screwing with me in my front view windshield while driving along in my car. His exact words I shan't forget because of the way that he said it so profoundly, and he accented the final word in his sentence, “Mark, they've got buddies”, meaning, the powerful people who lobby our Washington law makers also can call their pals in the military service and say 2 them, “Go get him good today, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And this is what indeed is happening, and whether anyone out there reading my words of utter woe wishes 2 laugh and scoff and mock me or naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake!!!!
Now, let us read stuff from nearly a decade ago in conjunction with a whole
lot of our new facts since just the past 48 hours or so now, peeps!!!
“BOY OH BOY OH BOY”, OH GREAT COSMOS, & ALL BILLY'S OF PHASE 4 TOO”
Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger “look-alike” aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton 'Chain Steal/take' Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly 'quenergy responsible', for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn????? Hey, nobody's perfect, huh Bruce?
'Human minds' R known 4 'blank-filling'; ask any shrink!
This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother mucking spine, down in trucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!
Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new trucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty ducking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never ducking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all slit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total trucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut mucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to ducking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another mucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total ducking store is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these trucking ass ones everywhere, damn ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late trucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major trucking quirk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY RUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID DUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what lucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's ducking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world slit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of trucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not mucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the trucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic City knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally trucking nuts after all the slit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO THERE, Mister Arthur Crane SIR: ARE U OUT THERE SHIRLEY 'MAGICTELLY' OF THE TILLY'S???????????????????
About 1,810,000 results (0.44 seconds)
billy harner - 2000 Summer of love
https://www.amazon.com › 2000-Summer-love-billy-...
Buy New. $8.00$8.00. $4.39 delivery: April 3 - 6. Ships from: powerpopshoppe. Sold by: powerpopshoppe ... This item can be returned in its original condition for...
Rating: 2 · 1 review · $8.00 · 30-day returns · In stock
billy harner [Composer], 2000 Summer of love, Audio CD
Artist: billy harner [Composer] ; Release Title: 2000 Summer of love ; Format: Audio CD ; Accurate description. 4.9 ; Reasonable shipping cost. 4.9.
Rating: 4 · 1 review · $12.36 · Free 7-day delivery · In stock
Billy Harner | Discography
https://www.discogs.com › artist › 391101-Billy-Harner
|
Image |
Title |
Label |
Catalog Number |
In Your Collection, Wantlist, or Inventory |
Actions |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
|
|
O S 1100 |
|
Billy Harner |
Open Records (11) |
O S 1100 |
|
Image |
Title |
Label |
Catalog Number |
In Your Collection, Wantlist, or Inventory |
Actions |
|
|
BH7499 |
|
Billy Harner |
Studio Park Records |
BH7499 |
Billy Harner vinyl, 79 LP records & CD found on CDandLP
https://www.cdandlp.com › billy-harner › artist
79 results — View all records by Billy Harner for sale on CDandLP in LP, CD, 12inch, 7inch format. ... BILLY HARNER - 2000 Summer Of Love - CD. billy harner
Images for Billy Harner Summer of Love 2000
Now if anyone who wishes 2 read onward from this blog now, and who's naught totally 'bathroom-ready' 4 so doing, wellllLLLLLL Mister President Non-Crook-Nixon, I refuse 2B responsible 4 any toilet-related accidents, as this will indeed, speaking of marvelous US-Presidents here, Sir-44-P and my great pal Sir Obama, a real wild “doozie-whopper”. It shan't B real long, but it will absolutely B a doozie-whopper, so please, toilet first, then readeth on great folks: B warned and braced, here it comes, and 2 quote me' ole' lyrics from the nineties somewhere, “Here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE USE YOUR TOILET NOW, & THEN COME BACK 2 READ!!!!
Oh BABY is this gonna' heat up and get good and it won't shock me if this BLOG GETS PULLED, DESPITE IT BEING SHORT AND SWEET! Like one HUUUUUUUGE-ASS MACY W------O------W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that my SPACEFORCE ENEMIES FROM HELL know it B4 it even gets going, as my evening AIR-SKY-PERSECUTION HAS PICKED UP SINCE I BEGAN GIVING U ALL MY TOILET-WARNINGS, and just think; none of U need 2B worried about receiving any HAVANA DEATH-BEAM WEAPON STRIKES ON YOUR BODIES, as does the pathetic poor & pitiful Mountainpen of the NON-RON!!!!!!!!! Let us move it on now, YO.
Now whether or naught this all is totally STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK AGAIN 2 LITTLE CUTE DOGGIE-MIDGE; is in the eye of the reader-viewer. Still, I seemingly have been on two main Bruce Goldberg paths now for some decades, and yes, even from time 2 time, switching back and forth, & explaining Y sometimes I wake up into my residence where squeaks in water faucets R there, and then NO LONGER THERE later on; and marks on walls come and go, and on and on, as these R the major telltale signs of our definitely being SWITCHED OVER from world 2 world after awakening from naps and sleep periods. Still, I do confess 2 a blocked out memory which is not at all like my mind works in the long range term of many years, when it comes 2 that trip 2 that doctor's office that is now called by Mountainpen, the Magical Shirley Laboratory, or just 4 short, the 'MSL'. When a memory fuzzes out that we know only 2 well should not B, it is normally a transdimensional switching that's causing this phenomenon, wild as this may sound 2 any of U. Since the SPACEFORCE wishes 2 screw with me, I will tell U all this much today, whoever any of U may twuwee B, Mister Fwudddd Metsker of Rossmoor North Jersey Communities. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I know 4 absolute positive although unable of course 2 prove this in a court of law; the authorities in America and maybe this has caught on all over other non 3rd-world nations of social order and legalistic systems, and in connection and absolute conjunction with the new age PC (Political Correctness) system starting when the 1980's terminated; used 2 fully control populations a whole lot better than B4 this unholy cow slit was ever implemented. It means none of us one bit of good, and if allowed 2 continue going unchecked 4 much more than another decade, freedom as we all think we know this word 2 mean, WILL B OUT THE WINDOW. Take that as a pure 100% guarantee, peeps!!!!!!!
It is very humid and sticky today in Fort Pierce, Florida. So anyone who enjoys a hot climate needs 2 pack up and move 2 this place, you'd B very damn happy. I am naught of course. I am here because I ran away from an inescapable family that comes from far beyond the stars, and I know and realize this now. There R things that cannot B run away from, or escaped 2 say it in a more lyrical form I'd suppose, right all wonderful 'little-yellow-sheet-paper-haters' and employees of great places such as the illustrious Washington, DC-13-600 © United States Copyright Office Library of the Congress?????
'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA', Amanda & Mike, of 1971 and 1970, and Pennsylvania & New York!!!
We all know how and Y-I got 2 Florida, do we 'naught', Mizz-B?
You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????
It all begins, oh lovely 'DARK SHADOWS' lady, Mizz Sabrina Stuart, with my waking up today after not being able 2 get 2 sleep until well past daylight this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning arrived, and I slept soundly 4 a change, until approximately a quarter past the five of the clock hour. After being awake perhaps a half hour or so and sitting in me' easy chair, me' pal from Hollywood-Miami phoned me on my Galaxy-Cellphone, and we began having a nice conversation sharing the events of the past week, and here is where the dog-slit gets far far far far beyond very-Ingrid 1984-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-HYPER-TIME, so let's begin shoveling that pile of horrendous pig-slit, shall we, or 2 quote Sir Child-Molester Mister Thomas Reale in July of 1970 from Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; “GET IT OVER WITH”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, it truly does need 2B broken up in several sections folks. The first is that something happened that the left spinning trucking goddessdog subatomic fawces of Sir Hall absolutely have always enjoyed doing with me, and cannot do it too frequently because it involves EXTRA SUPERNATURAL POWERS 2 PULL IT OFF DUE 2 THE SIMPLE FACT THAT MORE THAN JUST ONE PERSON NEEDS 2B INVOLVED IN THE MIX, SOMEONE BESIDES JUST MYSELF IN OTHER WORDS. This was my pal, Mister Mike Patterson. I tell him quite often how back in my Jersey days from 1987 through the end of the 20th century, my pal then, Sir Dave Roth and I shared a common nightmare of true mucking total misery in that the evil forces perpetrating stuff against us, would begin 2 hit us simultaneously, so as 2 prevent either one of us from being able 2 assist the other one when this fawce managed 2 get us into some real super jams and hells. I used 2 have a nasty ass name 4 this particular type of dual-assault, calling it Satan's Dual-Death-Siege upon us or 4 shortened abbreviation, 'SDDS', and he then made a joke out of it one day shortly thereafter my giving this its horrible damn name, saying 2 me, “Hey, and Y naught Mark, after-all; look at those initials there, and naught once but twice”, and the dude hit the NAIL right smack dab on the great future People's Magazine magical articles HEAD! Well, all of that is nothing so let's get down 2 real cases here. It seems that as U all know well, my assault on me last Tuesday morning that happened at a quarter past nine, and a quarter hour B4 WALL STREET'S OPENING HELL-BELL, led 2 yet another major UP RALLYING WEEK 4 their crooked stock market by way of (via) their using their endless SATANIC-DEMONIC-EVIL-TOOL, that ole' mucking twustworthy ICPE-APE-TECH against me, harassing and persecuting me so their markets can keep right on flying up 2 the stars! What I did naught know however, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983, was that my pal Mike-P was being assaulted on that very same day in just as 'HUUUUUUGE' a way, oh Sir and pal, 'Senator Sanders'. So far over the past ten years, and I check this with him a lot folks, believe me I do; this has not happened, telling me that left spinning subatomic energies R major assaulting now, and that slit is now looming on the horizon 4 me that is very menacing and beyond frikkin' deadly-ass dangerous. Now as U know, the Comcast repair crew never came out yesterday, and as of the night B4 that, Thursday night, the incoming phone service was still non-operational 4 me. But today around a quarter shy of six of the clock this evening while on the cellphone with Mike-P, he tried calling my land-line number as he knows how 2 work his 3-way calling system on his cellphone which I will need 2 learn eventually; and sure enough GODDESSDOG IT PEEPS, IT WORKED, while speaking 2 him, I heard a sound that I had naught heard in a week or so, my own land-line telephones ringing in the room. They must have eventually somehow repaired the problem that came on me back last Tuesday morning remotely, as they can do this although as of yet, this has never happened with me in all my decades of countless utility and phone troubles in two states now, Jersey-USA, and Flowerland-USA. Now I am going 2 tell the story that is a lot bigger than this but will need 2 do it in sections as many of U know only 2 damn well so as 2 avoid that AI censorship problem that I know would B triggered if I tried and spew out the entire thing onto one single blogging work. This involves a powerful and definitely a transdimensional situation that is all rapped up in this phone problem, and connects into the fifth dimensional dream-world situation as well. As U know and may remember, B4 the power outage happened that somehow went onto break the telephone system, I was in a wild and powerful DREAMING INTERACTION and when I attempted 2 force myself awake B4 it was time 4 me 2 actually awaken from it properly, my physical eyes were still looking at some 5th dimensional object that my brain did not register here in 3-D. All I was able 2 perceive with my 3-D eye-vision was things spinning all over the place as my eyes refused 2 stop looking at whatever they truly were focusing on in that other parallel world where my dream-double's eyes were looking at items from there in his world. I know that this all seems beyond totally unbelievable yet it all is absolutely the truth, folks. Part of this dream was taking place in many places, and the one where I was in at the point where I was trying 2 come out of it and back here into my waking life, had a direct connection to the power outage. Here it goes again Doctor Shriner of Exton, Pennsylvania-USA, U know, my dad and his non-Harner electric razor, from back on that day during his visit there, when I was nine years old, and living at apartment number 125-A Haddon Hills, in WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. Actually, not in Westmont, but in Wanna' Spend My Time, New Jersey, only I sure didn't want 2 spend my time there, any more than right now do I wish 2B here in frikkin' ass hot ole' Florida (Flowerland) of all great 'ROGERS-KRASSLE-LUCILE-JULIE' TUNE STRUCTURES!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes oh mighty and great Sir SpellchECKER, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS as well, UR totally freaking correct there, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeppir world, that incredible tune on that wild transdimensional Carpenter LP vinyl disc found at RPL that night along with the great Gaines-LP-vinyl disc, that flower song also had the LOIS FOCA tune structure, and if we could dig up ole' Sir Kenny right now, or better, retrace him Sir Trilane, well; we would get some sort of an answer, and I'd make damn ass book on it! Without a heartbeat's delay or wee bit of Irish-PHHH-hesitation, I'd bet my tiny little bank account at 'double or nothing' right now, that Kenny Rogers knew a whole damn lot more than I do, about that song structure deal of the mighty JERSEY-KRASSLE hidden truths as well as the endless magical numbers of 561, dice numbers, public 1970 bus numbers, and a whole lot more of this diseased messiness from HELL itself, AKA Dogtown by real 'astrallites' (Purgatites). Hey I know I've got some musical talent, and we all know that I could not have written that Westmont-Song, it is just too good. I have talent, and quite a bit of it, and if I didn't then my stuff wouldn't have been taken and used so often by top musical industry peeps and artists over and over, and still, only my daughter is THAT TALENTED, this was HER SONG, not mine, but since the world does not yet operate in 5-D, I did claim the song and as far as the world is legally concerned, it is my song; and it is in the great © Office, AS MY DAMN SONG, forever!
Now indeed there is a real psychological deal involved with the often described in literature items pertaining 2 the topic, 'confusing our dreams with reality', only some mistakenly take stuff from the DSM out of context and think that it is mental illness when someone does this, it does not say that. We all have an occasional tendency 2 at least temporarily confuse our dreams with reality, especially after a lot of time moves on from both our lives awake as well as asleep, and when we look back on stuff, we can indeed begin 2 confuse things and begin saying 2 ourselves, “Gee, did that really happen or was that just in one of my dreams”? Mental illness is when we begin 2 lose our control over daily life and start making decisions and acting out in ways that indeed do go onto blur those lines. Remember again, and as my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason would say so often 2 me as a child and even as a teenaged person, “Mark, everything in moderation, just always remember that”. When we understand how some things work and seem 2B hidden from our normal waking world view, we can begin 2 move through this intentional sleuthing of this twilight zonish or in-between waking-sleeping realms, just enough 2 begin accomplishing major tasks without sacrificing our sanity 2 the point of forgetting which realm is which. That is some powerful advice that most guru's from atop of the Himalayan mountains cannot truly grasp, I promise. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT and without any Starburn Butter-cheeses, lakes, properties in Pennsylvania, and so on; can we ever as mere mortals use this fifth dimension that we all so easily access all the time by merely falling off 2 sleep at the end of each of our days, and make things intentionally happen around us that effects our waking lives? Hey 4 starters, the simple answer that is even simpler than a plain old YES, is 2 say 2 all of U here and now; “look at what I did when I decided 2 use that song, call it mine, record it years later at Tony Bonjovi's Avalon Studio of PSL, Florida-USA, and so on”. Without even adding anything else, I can say that, I could have said “YES”, and I can say a whole lot more, and I plan 2 do just that, but still, this ain't me' whittle freaking pernt here, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if I told all of the details on what I feel led up 2 the situation of last Tuesday morning's assault on me, first the quick outage of electrical power and then that causing some bizarre weird damage 2 my land-line telephone modem causing me 2 have no incoming phone service 4 around one hundred hours of time; as well as why something really hellish happened 2 my pal Mike-P just several hours later around that same day in the middle afternoon, a nasty traffic accident followed by again, some stupidity. Just as with me and my stupidity with not plugging in the orange extension chord into the correct part of my computer power brick, as bricks have two sections, both containing a power surge protection 4 preventing 2 much electrical current 2 pass through during surges as well as the other side of these bricks that connect into a new-age powerful battery system or 'battery-back-up' as it is called in these days of new-age-high-technology. My stupidity caused the outage 2B able 2 then go on and cause the phone modem problem 4 whatever the reason, and then comes Mike-P and his stupidity following the accident. He trusted the idiot that plowed into him. All he gave him was a telephone number. I still cannot believe that he could have been that stupid. Again, he was told 2 contact him on Friday as he was going out of town on a business trip or something, and then yesterday when Mike called him up, the phone seems 2B, as was my phone, “out of order”, so far now we have Tuesday when these things happened, Friday when the problem was supposed 2B resolved and wasn't, as Friday was suppose 2B when Comcast came out 2 effect the repairs and never arrived. The only difference between poor Mike-P and myself, is that my woe-whiz-me troubles got resolved on the following day of Saturday, or TODAY. He called up on my cell 2 tell me that when he called the guy yesterday, the phone is ringing a quick busy, normally meaning, as all of us know, that their line is out of order. Now maybe, just maybe, things will work out 4 him and the guy will make good. He told Mike on Tuesday after the accident that he thinks 500 dollars of damage was caused to Mike's car and he was totally at fault. First off, from what Mike described, I think the damage is more like triple that amount, also, I am not as hopeful as is Mike that he is legitimate. All he has is a phone number from this guy, and the phone is out of order. WOW-2-THIS-1, YO. I'd B climbing up the futhermucking walls right now if this was me, and I know it! But only after we hung up from our call around ten past six or so this evening, did things truly start 2 pop 4 me. Because it did, I need 2 now reveal a similar reality-split involving my lightning goddess the great Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis and also my daughter when she was the age of 33 months, that wild day of the day-trip that my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had taken me on 2 visit with some distant cousins of mine. I believe that these were my 3rd cousins twice removed, but I am not the genius that my Aunt Gerry was, when it comes 2 family interrelations, and genealogical connections. These were my cousins Scott and Christopher, and they were the children of one of the children of my Uncle Heinz and my Aunt Ruth, their grandchildren, or the kids of their daughter Christine Gottwald of Babylon, New York, now living in another section of the great Woody Guthrie Island system. An incredibly powerful thing happened involving the incident of the road-trip, the incident of what caused my horrible Tuesday as well as IMHO at least, Mister Mike-P's horrible Tuesday, and then a third incredible piece and mind bending connection 2 this sort of beyond Dogtownish negative-trinity that involves a sort of road-trip involving two bordering states back in 1984, my trip into Shirley's magical laboratory that is also known as or AKA the throat specialist's office. If I tell the whole thing, this blog WILL B INDEED CENSORED OFF, I KNOW THIS, so I will say it in sections with other shortly 2 follow blogs that complete this incredible tale. If my daughter wasn't some super famous artist, I could tell it without any problem, it is only due 2 the way our present day modern American world operates, that I know that I would B prevented from telling the entire thing on one powerful blog the way I'd really like 2 do, peeps! In a compressed nutshell here, or sort of like an elaborated antimatter deal; here goes: First, I have been given some wild blocked out memory of my trip 2 that Shirley Laboratory as U all know from reading years of the 'BOM-BLOGS'. In my experience B4 Tuesday's quick power black-out, I was with a group of really wild characters. Many wild things were happening that I wanted 2 get into but due 2 the phone woes, I never did, and now am starting 2C just Y, as only one part of it all needed 2B in fact blog-told. This was the part where a magical wheel was spinning above me like a hologram, only it could spin in 3-D, and not just two dimensionally. Also, B4-I fully finish out here, an item that was on the news streaming service fits into all of this like a perfectly smooth ladies glove from the Victorian era of time, good folks. It was discussing artificial intelligence, and our new pet-baby these days. It was also dealing with stolen identity threats and our new-age voice print ID-systems that many places now use, my own bank being one of them, and my print is on their files. But the new programs seem 2B able 2 trick these machines, and this is what was being discussed. This was just one or two days ago on the news item that I was viewing. Bear all of that in mind now as I keep moving this onward, YO. This guy sitting at some desk in some large office space where only the two of us were at, began telling me how I may know about how T3E's can cause splits and cuts and edits and alterations and all the terms and words that I've been using 4 well over a decade now 2 describe what is being done 2 me by them. I said recently how I know that I would have been moved or switched from one locale into another one should I have tried 2 make 2 big of a deal about my knowing the future with the 2008 world Series baseball game. I absolutely know that this is real, and I told this guy sitting in that large office chair that time just B4 the power outage. He then reminded me that nothing is really altered, I am moved from one deal 2 another, but both places R real, they R both there, they exist; and it is only me who is being altered, moved, changed, or (switched), as I have termed it. I then reminded him how this world seems 2 enjoy using my stuff, such as my inventing 'pop-ups' long B4 the music channels were ever using it, and on and on, and he stopped me and said 2 me that this is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. I will never forget his precise words there. Not ever. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk. This is the least of your woe-whiz-me junk!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll ducking hear him saying that crapola 2 me if I live on as the 'present-me' (Mountainpen), 4 another 3,000 GODDESSDOG years!
So moving on, he was annoyed with me 4 several things, or really, with my dream-double, AKA my doppelganger. I do not seem 2B able 2 pull up the reason 4 his anger or what I'd done, but it was very real, and that much I do know and did know right from the second that I forced myself awake and out of the dream, while my eyes were still hypnogognic-fixed on where I had just been; causing my waking world room 2B not only spinning, but JUMPING all around me, and lasting 4 about three minutes or even longer perhaps. I have powerhouse reasons 4 believing that this man in my dream was the same man who here exists, lives in the Miami-Florida-USA general area, and collided into Mike-P's automobile back last Tuesday afternoon, without any aquariums or daughters involved, or R they involved, oh great LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA??????????????????? If we get into early 1980's Camden Dreams B4 the great Camden Aquarium was built and what was spoken 2 me one day by my then Prudential Insurance Company Agent, Mister Robert Riches, this blog would absolutely and most definitely B PULLED OFF And never B permitted up again 4 any public view, IPYT great as well as non-great folks!!!!!!!!!!!! 'WO', all Billy's!
I can only keep this very general and non specific, so here goes. From stuff spoken of in that dream as well as stuff spoken today on the phone 2 me by my pal Mikey; well sir President Nixon sir, or said a wee bit more accurately here, 'WELLLLLLLLLL'; naught only was he naught a crook, Mizz Blake, or so he said aniwho, butTTTTTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, big ass BUTT and but folks; he told me that he knew about my concepts of using attacks on all people at the same time that can help me out in life, and we were discussing it and I went onto say a really mean remark, or my dream-double did, and then pow, he somehow was able 2 use it against me just hours later on, fifth dimensionally, lovely Mizz Almighty Davis Macoo of Marilynville! But B4 any of that, he was telling me in my dream B4 the power outage occurred in my waking life, that I NEVER REALLY ARRIVED AT THE THROAT SPECIALIST'S PLACE THAT DAY, not in the bi-world that I've been living in 4 the past thirty years. He went onto tell me that I have been in a bi-world since the turn of the nineteen-nineties, and was placed here by the CALLIO family who were the Zakdanumbodullah's of the ancient world of 14,350 years ago in today's land area of northern upper Soviet Union territories. He said that I live in two worlds more than all the other ones, and do get switched more into one than the other, but in this one now, I never got 2 the laboratory in 1984, and the conversations were all merely done with samples of your daughter's voice, no differently than when U yourself took those cassette taped copies over 2 your pals at Avalon Studio 2 make your fish song's harmony track in 2013. He then told me that if I think hard enough, I will remember the bi-world from earlier when it was being set up around U in what U later termed a “Playfield” on a blog from 2007 while U resided at Jenny Plageman's trailer park. I asked him what he was talking about and he told me the most incredible thing that I have heard in centuries, maybe even trucking millenniums of time. He made me remember two powerful true realities where in one of them, lightning Goddess Diana spoke 2 me on a telephone, and another one where I was carrying a small portable cassette tape recorder that day on my road trip 2 visit my 3rd cousins Scott and Christopher Myers and the two sons of Christine Gottwald who was the daughter of my Great Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, and had married a guy named Myers; and had wandered off while doing some dog-walking up at their house one day at the end of 1972, and ran into my daughter as a toddler and she had a little flashy toy, and told me 2 climb through a hole in her fence so that she could show me how it really works, and when I said 2 her that if I do I could B in trouble 4 trespassing on private property, she said 2 me, “I know”, and it was the same exact “I know” spoken 2 me on the telephone only 16 years later on in 1988 while residing at my home on Central Avenue, 114 West, in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG. Now there is only five nonillion tons of more stuff 2B spoken here, but if I say anymore, this blog will never pass through the CENSORSHIP-WOE-WHIZ-ME nightmares that I've been experiencing ever since October of last year, 2022. It will get told, as other blogs continue 2 follow onward here, peeps!
Now I knew that things were about 2 go beyond wild as March turned into April this devil '23' year of twenty-23, and sure enough, just as I spoke those fateful mucking trucking lucking shmucking sucking stucking words 2 the record-promoter guy who hailed from Reading, Pennsylvania-USA in middle late 1980 somewhere, “I already knew, know”, and yes, all over again with the next Doctor Shriner of Breyers ice cream and my mom, in the great illustrious 1971 year of hellishness; “I KNOW”, yes, I did know this would B!
Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, Chapter 10
Late on Friday night, 14 April, 2023 @ 10:48 P.M.
Beginning Transmission:
THIS WAS NOT A GOOD DAY; lots of moUUUUrning harassing persecution, noise and sky, health “not all that swift”, 2 quote Latengrate-Sir David Charles Roth, and the big kicker, Comcast never showing up during their promised trucking time window, 3-5 in the afternoon, and 2 use an old security-guard's expression, they were a, “no call, no show”. Tomorrow, I will call 2CY they pulled this crap on me after I waited all week 4 a fully functioning and PAID 4 land-line telephone service. As stated B4, incoming phones R not working at all, it won't even go 2 a voicemail system yet outgoing calls on their modem do operate perfectly. This all began at a quarter past 9 on the morning of Tuesday, April BOTBAR-ELEVENTH. Gee whiz fizz, how's that 4 another major negative Mountainpen coincidence? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Michael McNulty from 1971 and lovely Mizz Amanda Harris from the year B4 that in good ole' darn dog 1970!!!!!
Still, I closed out the day right B4-I started doing this blog CHAPTER-10, at a rounded up GL-MA of one and eight fifteenths, in other words a rating of rounded-up-2-2 on my life charts. So far there R actually two really bad April days, far worse than today was, or 2:14 in my rating of MPB's. I am gonna' B getting into some really powerhouse stuff in this second trucking half of April, and then close out my blogs forever, unless something happens 2 change my mind, and I seriously sucking doubt that this will B the goddessdog case peeps. Only very recently, perhaps since my blogs started up last year after my quarter decade off-time, have I reached some of my newest conclusions 2 not only the reality of DREAMING, but exactly how this new updated information brought 2 me by none other than the SAFET, and that realized through none other than Diana, but yes, how this information all is running through the life of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, AKA yours truly or ME!
I also plan 2 get into my newest and most recently updated ideas for how and Y many other things R all part of this life of the Mountainpen. Things such as my 29 copyrighted musical projects in-between 1980 and 2013 and even stuff copyrighted by me from 1974 through 1977, a four year period well B4 it all started with my more professionally done 4-DEMO-set music project in May of 1980 after moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. Beyond this, there R still more items concerning my copyrights as I copyrighted several old world board-games, a roulette system for playing inside bets back in 1992 that 4 reasons I cannot quite comprehend ended up in my musical titles collection. Then there is the incredible time period concerning my education at Cooley Hall, but even stuff from B4 that place as well, and how all of this, the people there, and all of the events, seem 2 fit into some impossible 2 ignore crazy and beyond outlandish plan that appears 2 have been preplanned from a very long time ago in human history. I have covered all of this including my Atlantic City experiences, casinos, on the beaches, all the wild weird people, and this goes on and on, yet now in a wee bit of newer and totally fifth dimensional light and viewpoint, there is even greater reflected truths that seemingly R bouncing out of their once previously well hidden packages of intentional covert darkness. I told the blog on several occasions how practically the very second that I left the Cooley Hall place, television crews appeared at the place, and the news peeps were asking all sorts of questions 2 many of the classmates that I was just interacting with only days earlier. I also do not believe that after not seeing my disappearing father 4 nearly ten solid years of time, he just happened 2 come back 2C my mom and me one day out of the blue, not long after leaving the place and then being in with lovely Patricia Hollister, AKA Patty-HHH. But the one thing that I never got very specific about was on one exact weekend in the summer of 1969 and right about a week or so following the first landing on the moon by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, leaving Mister Collins 2 orbit around the moon in their lunar vehicle after the LEM had been ejected. Every single thing has a potentially connecting deal with a whole 2 the pie of this entire Morianity-story, all of these items R legitimate individual slices of that large pie, and if only a few slices existed, we could laugh it off, but mathematically, there simply R2 many pieces or slices 2 all B simply a damn coincidence. That is just reality, Mister Dennis 'son' Snyder, SIR! So what about this magical weekend, UR wondering?
WELLLLLLL, Mister Nixon of a few years later on; there was a family who came down 2 Ziggy's Jetty as I used 2 call it, naturally, it had no such name. Sometimes the gorgeous 12 year old beautiful girl named Patricia was there, and sometimes her so called 'whatever' was there, I honestly do not know if it was supposed 2B her aunt, her mom, her older sister, some friend or guardian, or more wild and way out 2 the point of Spellchecker-outlandish on steroids, HERSELF, as in Clark Kent and Superman. Both Saturday as well as Sunday, I came down by bus as I did every single weekend day of that entire 1969 summer beginning in middle June and right up until a week after Labor Day. I normally got there around eleven in the morning and left around half past six in the evening. This family was on a vacation and staying at some resort hotel in town nearby, and hailed from a place called Washington Heights, New York, USA-ESMWG. Hey I've got ears, and I couldn't help but 2 overhear the adults around me talking, after-all, this was a total of fifteen hours spanning two days. Over and over and over again, the 12 year old girl Patricia would B there in the group, or the older woman of late twenties somewhere in age, also named Patricia, but NEVER EVER, Sir Jimmy Olson and Madame Lois Lane, did I ever C them both at the same time. I had indeed blocked out what happened 2 me the first time they came down on Saturday the 28th of June, and now this is about five weeks later at the very end of July in 1969, only this time, no unmentionable things happened 2 me as did B4, but this time after this weekend was entirely over and gone, I would B home in my Dellway Arms Apartment on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, and find myself drawn 2 three large ocean murals hanging in my bedroom on my wall, and over my Krassle-dresser, and I had no free will 2 do anything other than stare at them and keep muttering over and over again, “Patricia-Patricia-Patricia”, 2 myself. I had totally blocked out what lovely Patty-HHH did 2 me on June 28th, less than one week after I was magically induced somehow 2 write that song in my Westmont Apartment shortly B4 being evicted from there and then moving into the Oaklyn apartment; predicting the major incident, while my mom and her boyfriend Sidney Crown were conversing over the telephone and my mom was sitting at the dining room table that was recently dreamed about that I told on a recent blog a couple months back. Now while re-watching that early 1967 Dark Shadows television show and seeing how lovely Mizz Laura Stockbridge Murdoch Collins seemed 2B forcing folks around her 2 do stuff 4 no apparent reason and overwhelming their free wills, I of course am struck with yet another super ass powerful 'impossible-2-ignore' Raspberry-Dreams music group connection with this marvelous super cool 60's daytime drama soap show and the life of me and in Atlantic City, when not in my residence where it started, at 125-A which is in Westmont and the town right next door and to the east of good old COLLINGSWOOD. There is absolutely no denying this, but then it is like the atheists. Those who just completely refuse 2 believe, will never do so, it truly is just that John Henningsen-RED simple here peeps, YO BRO! Still, it is not the day of Patty's no-no that I wish 2B concerned with right now. PHHH later on by a couple years, came 2 work and live in my area for a short while, and this is all known facts from Morianity, and also the memory blocks until ten years into this current 21st century, RY at the start of my blogs, I said that lovely Joanna was my first sexual encounter, not counting all of the molestations of younger years. Still, I do not count what lovely PHHH did as a molestation although the law would, but then I cannot talk after what I did on the night of non bloody new shoes back in the year of the non-CHINESE-ax!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I want 2 explore as time moves onward is Y-I've seemingly been chosen by powerful forces 2 learn about EXPLORATRONICS, the ESS, and the whole ugly rotten 27 feet of wax balls? Also, Y is it all happening the way that it is, first 4 me in this beyond wild incredible and far beyond hyper-time unfathomable way with all of this HUUUUUGE junk, and then YR so many others lucky enough 2B in this wonderful majority of breezing through physical material life WITHOUT ANY OF THIS TYPE OF DAMN ASS NONSENSE? The only explanation that I used 2 give when this Morianity began 17+ years back in time folks, was simply thisssssssss: GAMES-GAMES-GAMES-GAMES, played by bored 2 tears gods and goddesses of the timeless purgatory (astral-plane), the great PLANCKTIME, just B4 the BIG BANG. Even today's top think tank science peeps refuse 2C things the way that I know that they R. “Gee whiz”, they say 2 me, “how can something that lasts only a septillionth of one second, contain the afterlife”? Well, just because they cannot grasp the simple truth that it is just this way, whether they can realize it or not, changes nothing, anymore than my mom's 'head-games' ever changed anything. Inside of that septillionth of one second is something that is compressed into what may seem 2B a vigintillion googalplex eons, and in that tiny area smaller than a zillionth of a grain of sand is something that seems larger than our universe a googalplex times over. When zero dimensional singularity creates the opening stage of the Plancktime, the difference between zero-dimension and the Plancktime is infinite and so placing energetic beings of its own reflected image pieces of ITSELF all over, they R so tiny and so fast that this tiny little quick burst seems infinitely beyond huge and long. Still there is a tiny drag in the system because it is not infinite as is singularity, hence, it does need 2 circulate around and bang out and zoom back in, and this is endlessly happening, making the human mind trying 2 conceive of this wonder how there can B2 big-bangs, only there R not 2 big bangs, and that is 2 mind boggling 2 tackle, at least 4 right now peeps. When I tried explaining this 2 the Astral god Psyche Myrathus who is humanly Mister Steve Murray of Florence Township, NJUSAESMWG; he thought that I was a very arrogant mortal, as the gods do love 2 call some mortals. He said back 2 me, “What, you're telling me in a round about way that U created the gods”? I just smirked because a god he may have been but he came here sacrificing 2 many of his astral-plane memories. How can the matter-antimatter arcing halves go around and bang into each other, and not B the singularity on a journey 2 eventually meet and collide into itself? That is what his advanced mind was able 2 recognize when this was told 2 him by me one day in my security guard station back early in 2003 somewhere. Not many would have been able 2C this much truth out of my words, he truly was an astral god despite how loud the mighty Sir Paul Evans Pedersen wished 2 laugh and scoff at this. Still, because we as humans insist on thinking in and through a time-reality and thus linearly, certain truths simply cannot B properly grasped unless a whole lot of serious meditation on it is done. But finishing out 4 now, my point with Patty, 12 year old or 29 year old Patty, I know that Julia White is a type-3-exploratron and that she can intentionally dream-into anything, people, objects, whatever. I know that the Laura Stockbridge Dark Shadows syndrome is very real also and not just some fictional television show junk. I was compelled 2 stare at those ocean murals and repeat her name over and over, and I was compelled 2 write those 2 songs, one just days B4 she did what she did 2 me on 6-28-69, and the other song around middle July and shortly AFTER, not B4 (prior blog mind hack error) Brad and his mom were evicted from the Haddon Hills Apartments complex, as I was as well, shortly thereafter. Yes, I know that the LSDS Syndrome is vely vely vely non-Bob McDowell-1972 REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll B getting into a whole lot of wild stuff between now and the final two weeks of this Morianity BOM-BLOG, but 4 right this moment, YO folks; I am saying 2U all:
END
TRANSMISSION
@ 12:13 A.M.----04-15-2023, all over again, right lovely
goddess Diana (lightning)???????????
Over
the weekend I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all
celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a
major interaction with strange persons; a tall black thin well
muscled young male about age 25, and we had been traveling to
Boston, MAUSAESMWG together, and were put up in a very weird and
bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the
New York Knicks basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some
way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was
so real. I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October,
and the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock and
a strange telephone were placed in the room that we had been given.
It had a strange interaction with each other. Someday I will tell
the entire long and wild story; the strange road on the wild ride
home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my
waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold, and the nice
heat, were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on
body or skin in the waking world. Then
I saw the blimps over the Delaware River, and on them were written
things such as, 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'.
This
was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
There was a middle verse that never got copyrighted back in 1981 from my June of 1969 tune called, “That's the Way it goes”, and so I will add it in here. I did my utmost best 2 remember it, and 4 the very most part I believe the entire song is now accurate or just about the way it was written word 4 word that fateful afternoon in June of 1969 just five or six days B4 lovely Patty-HHH and I had our first and beyond wild encounter underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG.
It all began at once when I's too happy 2C
That something really bad was gonna' happen 2 me
U planned it all and now you're there just laughing with glee
While something really bad is now a happ'nin' 2 me
And that's the way it goes.
And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes, And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes.
Things beyond our grasping minds can really B true
And many of these things can make us happy or blue
It's in the cards of all the truths known only 2 well
And yet it still remains what I'm unable 2 tell
But that's the way it goes.
And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes, And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes.
Long ago I felt that something awful was wrong
Never dreaming now that I'd B singing this song
I only wish 2 God that you'd just let me B free
And stop these awful things that now R happ'nin' 2 me
But that's the way it goes.
And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes, And that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes.
And that's the way the Earth turns
That's the way it goes
That's the way my soul burns, nobody knows
U've got 2 learn young
U've got 2B young
U've got 2 stay young, and that's the way it goes.
Lyrics 2 the 1969 song written by Mark Wayne Mohr in middle June, from Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, at the Haddon Hills Apartments, #125-A that actually predict my entire future with Patty HHH, the entire musical and entertainment industry's connections with me way back in the nineteen-sixties, explaining many things as well simultaneously such as that anti-pollution television commercial showing pigs on a beach, discussing 'hot weather in the 90's', and using MY VOICE without my permission, or my guardian's permission, my mom; on that commercial and receiving absolutely, AS ALWAYS, no financial remunerative compensation 4 this, as is typical with the EW, as I call them 4 a shortened abbreviation.
The only thing that I forgot 2 do was 2 stay young!
© Mark Wayne Mohr 1969 written June 22.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 9:27 PM
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Chester sir, when SSJKK talks of a shellfish, it ain't a good thing!!!!
Chester Frank said it all so perfectly from a bar back in 1999 up in New Jersey not that far from the famous Burlington near the Delaware River and the historical Washington's crossing, he looked at me for no particular reason out of the blue, and just went, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
.
So exactly where does the Mountainpen fit into the grand scheme of skit?
Oh the gods and 'Tammie little doctor-girl', PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE just tell me true, willya'????????
SO HEY YO, WHERE RU LOVELY SANDRA-D?
Gee willagars great peeps, just what is 'reale'?
|
|
|
AS I AM ABOUT AS CLUELESS AS IT GETS.
I have three wild unique DON cuzz's, YO!!!!!
SO JUST WHAT IS 'LIFE-EDITING', DON?
The reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying skit from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other mucking bullskit, such as being awakened with another power outage this goddessdarn slit eating screwed up ducking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere around eight of the clock! Shortly later on they moved out, but in came Mister Spanish-dude-#605!!!
Holy Holly Molly Moley Hollister, when I begin blogging after a quarter decade shut down shortly, it will B September of 2022, and then all this will B history. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTT WOMO-Muscles MO-Monique, like WOW!!!!!!!
The middle cuzz in all honesty spent his life in Hawaii and I know little of him.
I know a lot about the other two, and we can get more into this later on peeps.
'HO-HO-HO', STEVE & 'SANTA'-PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-----BIT YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of the great and non-OZ powerful awesome and quite illustrious, when naut in bed with, or making deals, with gargantuan musical artists, such as the BEEGEE Music Group in 1980; United States Copyright Office, of the real and true swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON non Mike Soft District of Columbia, 13-600; and or any connected secret museums out there somewhere, huh Roy ol' pal; as soon as I had moved into this 'FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD' as I telepathically heard those exact words and then spoke them very prophetically several times, to the illustrious educator/mathematician named Sir David Leigh Smith of the COOLEY-HALL; it all went into motion in some cosmic chess game the size of a trucking galaxy. In no time at all, 'KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL' was all a part in this mix of hellish fragmented jumbled up puzzle pieces spat directly out of the mouth of the devil itself. Within a couple of weeks or so, I was GIVEN THIS WILD DREAM where Paula King or some unknown Atlantic City GODDESS who I have come to call the (Pink Goddess Scylla Jehovah of Sahasra Dal Kanwal); totally blowing the minds of the Eck masters as well as the late Sir Marcucci on or under all roads or train tunnels of the great Mother England, and its great 'other' QUEEN may I add; I mean really, we have to keep James Bond happy or he and the American Milituforce will really let me mucking have it; but still, along came that wild vivid dreaming interaction and that UNFATHOMABLE 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG (LOIS FOCA), as I've shortened it into on these BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen). And here comes the expected MOUSE-JUMPING HACK (H1), right on schedule, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the mother trucking also quite reliable and dependable other famous hack, the (`~HACK) (H2), SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
So now in April of 2023 we have progressed here in Morianity, and telling how what mankind has labeled the yet 2B explained phenomenon of 'dreams and dreaming', is actually simply our night-thoughts. When we think, awake and asleep, our thoughts R made up of pure energy. When awake, our thoughts however R connected directly into a physical realm that our bodies R contained within. This is Y we must take actual physical action 2 make our thoughts become more than just thoughts. While dreaming however, this is not the case. In a sense and 2 quote the expression so often used by psychics and mystics the world over, we dream on the Astral Plane that is weightless. So now our thoughts R one and the same thing with action, hence, “dreaming”, the most misunderstand part of our human condition that there truly is, folks. But what creates the 'human-thoughts processes' we still R left 2 endlessly ponder over? Then as this becomes a wee bit more explored, just how does this all connect into the life of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr? We will delve deeper and deeper into all of this as we keep moving onward, YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this late Friday morning, and this fourteenth day in April, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me early this morning with HEAVY SKY-AIR SIEGE, CHEMTRAILS AND PRIVATE AIRPLANES AS WELL AS LOTS OF NOISE ALL OVER; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
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
When I played parallel event roulette in 1986 at the Atlantic City casinos, I knew that this thing was real and worked because it makes consistent winning money if played correctly, and while simultaneously proving that even the mighty genius mind of Professor Albert Einstein was incorrect when he stated, “It is not possible 2 beat the game of roulette in a consistent manner unless one manages 2 cheat when the croupier (dealer) turns his head”. Well, I did do it and without cheating or waiting for dealers 2 turn their heads, ole' 'daddy-pal'. At least I only played a game and nobody got hurt, and it sure wasn't as if those rotten effing casinos couldn't afford 2 share a crumb or two with me out of their beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE pie that they get from stealing hard earned money out of the pockets of all the peeps all over the place who R dumb enough 2 come there and get absolutely and totally RIPPED OFF! Still, they did turn on me and somehow got the entire Wall Street's business world 2 use this same thing on me, only these were absolutely mother ******* criminal acts, harassing and persecuting me day and night decade in and decade out 4 nearly forty years now, destroying my entire life so that I never could have a decent paying position anywhere, friends, or any life whatsoever, as nobody wants 2B around a person who seems 2 have some invisible spooky force surrounding them constantly and continuously that may end up rubbing off on them, just as in that “GW” TV-show that I know they got from blogs I did and stuff that I had just said at that very time in 2007, and then came the episode of the lawyer-stalker and the young girl that he was fixated on that caused her 2 fall 2 her death off of her apartment balcony one day trying 2 escape this maniac lunatic.
I feel totally trucking confident that a day will come after these peeps die, where they'll have 2 indeed give some powerful force, UF, Singularity, GOD, 'whatever' Congressman B4 your Congressman days sir and ole' buddy and music band dude of 1975-1980; a full accounting of what they have done 2 me. I also believe that due 2 the mother ******* enormity of hyperspace, that we all get 2 take turns being everybody, and so eventually when they R me and I am one of them, talk about role-reversals and People's Magazines, Jesus Christ Almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior), 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!
And no one gives a mother clucking rats ass about why those venetian blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”.
Well fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me, not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you lovely teen-queen. Yet now we R not in the date or chronological circa of, Sunday, November 29, 2015, 7:55 Post Meridian, EST.
Sunday, November 29, 2015, 7:55 Post Meridian, EST.
Nor R we doing thissssssss particular blogging book:
Sunday, November 29, 2015, 7:55 Post Meridian, EST.
Nor R we doing thissssssss particular blogging book:
I am the only one with a copy of Chapter 8-A. This is simply due 2 the fact that it is an experimental document where I am trying 2 learn how 2 properly download live-cams rather than use the old method that eventually leaves me with most of my cams becoming deactivated. I doubt that this cam at the top of the page will display on my blog, if it does it does, but I have added some new Firefox feature plug in system that hopefully after I learn how 2 properly use it, will then allow me 2 blog some of the great cams online. If the one from above does show up as I doubt that it will, this is the Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG RESORTS HOTEL CAMERA. This is showing the Atlantic Ocean and the beach and is a very nice view of the joint, Mister SW. B4 the great hotel became the first Atlantic City licensed casino in the year of 1978, it was an old and fantastic landmark place, called the Shalfont Haddon Hall, and yes, it 2 was a hotel, only there was no casino there. Truly, the GREAT OLD DAYS, HUH WORLD?
Here is what is going on, oh world. First, Comcast is coming out on Friday afternoon 2 try and find out the mysterious reason 4 my sudden mysterious half-way-phone outage, meaning, outgoing calls only R possible, no incoming calls work. When I learn what this powerful evil SPACEFORCE managed 2 do 2 me, I will share it with the blogger-world. Until then, we all R indeed 2 remain in the dark about this. Things done 2 me ever since this nightmare all began on 15 August of 1986, and having similar electronic-utility weirdness attached 2 it all, would fill a large Manhattan telephone book of the pre-computer age. Not only the types of various persecutions done 2 me but the full amount of them each and every year would most likely go into the three digit figures, again, this is every year 4 nearly 4 goddamn decades now, folks. How R these tricks done, this is what I have tried 2 learn myself all throughout this nightmare time. I can never learn anything with certainty. Part of the nightmare that I've been suffering through actually started in the earlier times in my life and shortly after leaving school in January of 1973. I remember like it was ten damn minutes ago how in 1983 while residing in that Atco home, endlessly trying and without one small tad wee bit of success, to find out who was calling me on the phone and what it was really all about. I could actually and literally 'FEEL' the oppressiveness and some invisible mysterious outlandish magical force preventing me from EVER learning the who, what, where, and Y's to any of my hellishness in this life. Yes, 2 this very day and hour, I keep updating, and as lovely Mizz Donna Summer would say so often back in the 20th century, 'reevaluating' all of these things. I never am seemingly allowed 2 know one damn thing 4 proof positive-sure, not goddamn ever! This I've come 2 believe peeps, is all a part of the hell that I am going through, in fact, I've come 2 think and would bet my entire tiny bank account right now tonight, double or nothing, that my enemies whoever and whatever they actually R, use half of the persecution as exactly what it is, my harassing hellish endless nightmare, yet the other half is every bit as important 2 them. This is keeping me from ever being able 2 find out with any real court-acceptable proof, just all of the who, what, and Y's that lay behind this entire Dogtownian mess! Now very recently, and with help from characters all throughout the entire fifth non-McCoo dimension; I've come 2 no longer think that DARK SHADOWS, the great 60's TV-show, was all some wild nutty coincidental thing. I have seemingly reached a most recently arrived at conclusion of great powerful truth, based on some great and truly incredible fact shuffling, and seeing how my mom and her very short relationship with a local area wealthy mayor, Mister Mayor Rohr, must indeed have been closely related in family with the assistant producer to this television show, Mizz Harriet Rohr. Still, even if without any actual and court acceptable admittances and or corroborations, on the parts of anyone whatsoever and now or ever right straight through 2 the day that I die; and say that 4 sake of argument we know it is all the truth; there still would B that famously quoted 2 me so often and by so many, item of, “Okay Mark Wayne Mohr, let's say we can somehow know these things R indeed totally true and real and have happened 2U all of these years and decades of your entire life, so then YYYYYYY, JUST Y IS THIS ALL GOING ON AROUND U”??????????? Well, I am the first man at the gate every time 2 totally agree with anyone of U with this. I am not able and most likely will never B able, 2 know this one absolutely HUUUUUUUGE part of it all. This is the most important part 2 folks, ask any DA in any county prosecutor's office in this nation. Without the motive, where's your damn case? I believe if we remove the word 'damn' from that prior sentence, this is quoted verbatim here in that great old Hollywood movie called “12 Angry Men”. This was a star studded movie and the law-world and all of the top law schools all know it and recommend students 2 this very day, still 2 watch it. The biggest star in the group was Henry Fonda. I may not love his daughter Jane 4 what she pulled that night with me in 1993, but Sir Henry was a very talented actor, and fine upstanding gentleman. I will sing his praises forever. Sir Bruce Alan Pennock really did say it so well back in the autumn of 1972, U know, “We're all human, nobody's perfect”, and even if we don't add in here, the incredible Mizz Minnie Ripperton, and her 5th octave highs, or whether or naught “loving U can B beautiful”.
Hey, “I've seen the light”, and I still don't know what the F it's all about, U know; the reasons, the motives, the who-what-why's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes great peeps; indeed I have learned it so well, and a long time ago. It just forever grows like a non-combustible flower on a star, there is no changing it, there is no stopping it. You cannot fight things such as the world of the QUANTA. It is just a reality and the way things operate here in what I will call, 'SINGULARITY's wonderful CREATION of HERS'. Hey, I am naught gonna' shullbit me' wonderful Blogaudians for a single heartbeat-moment. Singularity is NAUGHT a HER, nor a HIM, and if you think about it for a second and reason it out 4 crying out louder than 15 bells of freaking sound pressure level YO, how can a single-anything B one of 2 or more possibilities such as with gender, and thus connoting a 'male, as well as a female'? GEE WHIZ-FIZZ peeps, WAKE UP 4 CRISSING OUT LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! No human mind is able ever, 2B able 2 grasp or in any small way 2 even begin 2 conceive of what “zero dimension” really is. It is like asking a human being 2B able 2 grab a big rig truck fully loaded and pick it up and hurl it all the way across a busy highway. Hey; anyone who shows me that they can do this, and I will find a way 2 make a trillion US dollars, and then sign over every single penny of it 2U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the top minds, the best scientists, if anyone of them tells U that they can know what 0-D is, and that they fully and completely understand it down 2 the nth degree, I'll publicly call them a rotten liar on any podium ever built anywhere on the planet! It has been said on numerous occasions how nobody is capable of picturing even a million of anything. Some of the educational television programs will give U many examples of how it can B done in some small ways, by simply saying okay now, just picture 100 apples on a large floor and then picture 100 of those floors and then picture 100 of those buildings that contains that same type of floor with the apples laying there on them. Even most sixth graders most likely know that indeed, 100 times 100 is ten thousand and that also, 10,000 times 100 is a million (1,000,000), so in theory folks, doing this should permit us 2C and sort of begin 2 visualize a million of these apples laying on a floor, but I assure U all that this is merely a magicians type of illusionary trick 2 make us really believe that we R indeed able 2 picture those million apples, only it is total darn bull stench!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will say it again and I'll then reiterate it as many times as anyone out here would ever wish 4 me 2 do so. No human brain can accurately picture one million of anything, so a billion, a trillion; hey Don, will U give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here sir????????? There R indeed a whole darn dog lot of limitations that we frail mortal human beings have, and we need 2C and realize this powerful truth B4 anyone of us can even start 2C the powerhouse truths behind Morianity's many teachings, which yes, the head Morian, Me, Mountainpen, did NAUGHT invent the concepts of. LIGHTNING has taught me many incredible and awesome things folks. I never asked anyone of U2 ever listen 2 me or believe me. I only tell things that Diana has told me now since 1983, at least 4 the very most part, folks. I may go on from there occasionally and beg U all 2 believe stuff that I tell U has happened 2 me, yes; but that is as far as I'll ever go, as who am I-2 ever think that I know better than anyone of U???????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT FWUUUUUUD, AHA-AHA and all lovely Mizz McKechnie Donna's out there who I think I may possibly misspelled your name, sorry; but yes, the Amanda Harris Dark Shadows deal is beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE and folks, this is YYYYYY I have yet 2 even really embark on a mission of this truly gargantuan size yet, but I will B doing it, and very soon, YO, IPYT!!!!!!
Well my problem right now is wondering what my remedies R4 me, as ever since B4 July somewhere in 2007, nearly a year and a half of my blogs have yes, VANISHED AWAY, disappeared, as all my stuff does, right into the futhermucking TWILIGHT ZONE, unless I can figure out what 2 do. Steve sir, I'll B at the park to discuss ACLU and our lawsuit. This is serious now, and needs 2B soon darn addressed!
YES oh mighty ACLU, read this below,YO:
Right after I said this, the blog was removed, Sir SWAP.
I have come to a recent absolute conclusion, my great as well as not so great Blogaudians out there in Cyberville. Much of my woes with blogging censorship on the public site that once was quite free and American at heart and is no more sadly, called BLOGGER DOT COM, (BDC) is all 'AI' related. They obviously have been engaging programs in recent times or since somewhere early a decade back in the twenty-teens of this 21st century, and this AI (Artificial Intelligence) has the pre-programmed motive of taking blogs such as mine, and determining in any one blog-work, if it CROSSES TOO MUCH RED-LINED MATERIAL making it what they have come 2 call 'sensitive' on its 'blog-policy-guideline systems used by them 2 supposedly regulate just how much of any type of speech or information is permitted 2B posted up on their site. Hey, no one is arguing 4 one tiny moment that indeed, it is in fact, “THEIR SITE”, and if bloggers wish 2 post blogs onto it, they must indeed conform 2 all of its regulations and policies. The problem is that what they deem as 'sensitive' material, is 2 put it completely in an under exaggerated word choice here; quintessentially-elusive. Talk about attorneys, legalistic systems, and powerhouse lawyers truly earning their pay. With the ushering in of advanced AI, they R only beginning 2 embark on their upcoming incredibly financially rewarding careers. Words R being hacked out of my mind, and I know fully well that strange 'beyond Earthly' HALLS FAWCES are responsible 4 doing this hacking on my mind. There is a word 4 example that connotes a financially rewarding type of career, and later on 2 prove this hacking that is being done by them of course, and 2 interfere with my words spoken now, and when the hack-release arrives as it eventually must, and I claim this from a lifetime of experience with my personal interactions with this endless hellish nightmare between myself and what I now most recently have codenamed the Spammenies, but yes peeps, I will type in the word that I wished 2 say originally and was hacked out of saying by strange and Einsteinian SPOOKY-FAWCES. No people, the word that I am being hacked out of pulling up in my mind is not 'illustrious' or 'successful'; but rather a slightly less often used term. But back on my point folks, “AI” is going to alter things so radically, as it has recently come 2 alter MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOGGING LIFE, after a decade and a half of not having 2 put up with this additional woe on top of my already existing countless other woe-whiz-me troubles, not only making my life a lot worse, but I assure you great peeps out there, a whole lot of all of your lives also R about 2B changed 4 the worse by this soon 2 come deal that will invade its way into just about all of the facets in our lives. These creatures are soulless, computers cannot think, a software program cannot think, it has NO ASTRAL TRUTH 2 IT, it has no origins in the great Plancktime, all it is and ever can B is a whole lot of magical electronic circuitry and wizardry that only software engineers of the top levels in computer-tech R clued into in any full or meaningful way. I began 2 put this nightmare together after the three HUGE freedom of speech violations on me back in 2022 on my ALPHABET-TWEET-BLOGS with the two chapters of “O”, “W” if memory is at all correct, as well as the 15th chapter in the following blog-book, BTAT. I realized after much serious cogitation and intense thought and analysis that the only possible thing happening here is that if too much stuff gets said in any ONE CHAPTER, this signals a RED-LINE-NO-NO-CROSSING. It is all entirely automatic and mechanical, or artificially created machine intelligence that looks 4 certain stuff, such as AN AMOUNT TOTAL, as well as certain subjects and spoken names of things that when placed together in a wild magical computer software programming system, the machine will eventually spit out a RED-LINE-CROSSING-NO-NO-NOTICE, and bring down a blog. I can post up my CHAPTER-25 recently removed blog in smaller piecemeal parts, and I know I can, without making the AI-programs mad at me, as it is only the amount of things that they do not wish 4 me 2 say that upsets them. I can say all of it, just not all at any ONE TIME, as otherwise, Y would I have the stuff that was removed all up there already, as I do. All anyone needs 2 do is go and click a link that goes further on from where I posted that recent 2007 stuff, as all of it is up there, merely not in 'good read-quality'. This 2 me has all been proven, and whether the blogger folks wish 2 deny it or admit it, I NOW KNOW FULLY WELL, THAT THIS IS WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME. As long as I never tell or say 2 much RED-LINE-CROSSING stuff IN ANY one blog-work, then it should post up and remain up. I'll bet dollars 2 donuts that if I follow this guideline, I will B able 2 get my message out, but still, in the meantime, I do plan on getting my own website on the WIX or some such similar site on the net, and then post up my blogs without fear of this nightmare insane recent times AI induced censorship. Right now I'm dying 2 tell a zillion things, and I know that my few true loyal MORIAN-FOLLOWERS out there in Cyberville, have figured out all by themselves, just a whole lot of basicly what it all is, and if I attempt 2 make one long blog and say 2 much at any one time, well peeps; U know it will B censored. The Gmail that Blogger sends 2 me insists that nothing is removed, and that it is simply put behind a sensitivity warning screen, only I am unable 2 access it, and it is not showing up at all on the title page to the right of the opening of a blog; so I don't know what game they R playing with me, only that they indeed R playing games with me. This all reminds me of the 'MIMI' days, and my miserable daughter back in oh-Marola-eight!
{[(mind-hack-release @4:47 P.M., 04-13-2023, “lucrative”.)]}
I wish 2 get into so much, and if this was my future blogging on WIX or some similar site, I could; only 4 right now, I cannot. I want 2 discuss stuff about my last days of the nineteen-sixties, the magical girl on 10-SC Avenue, Goddess Scylla Pink, the incredible dreaming interaction that SHE gave 2 me, and yes, in a much larger and detailed way that ties the entire family into all of it, even family that comes from the great windy-city, and leads into the great P-45. Things that I know and can tell would get me knocked right off this blog site forever, as if they think what I have spoken of so far is a REDLINE-CROSSING, WELLLLLLLLLL, Mister R.M. Nixon Sir, I need naught go on with trying 2 make this point any clearer or better, do I? When I jokingly discuss the Macy Club, or type in a lot of my teasing “WOW'S” in a long row; what is behind it all goes so much farther than anyone out here could even begin 2 imagine. Hey, don't even try. BUTTTTTT, I promise that eventually on my own website, B it WIX or whatever; I will tell the entire thing until I AM EVENTUALLY REMOVED AND MYSTERIOUSLY MURDERED! Now what I plan 2 do until I do have my own system up and no longer need 2 depend on BDC, is simply to follow my own rules that pertain 2 what I now feel that I know about just what is trying 2 shut me down. First, I may need 2 apologize 2 my Blogaudians 4 intimating that any of them may B the ones who R reporting me. I think now that this is way more autonomic, and thus being done through an AI software program or some such similar type of thing. Being human and with an astral source, Mister Sky Rumson Sir, I can out think U by simply realizing that there is some form of maximum speech determination deal going on, something that says that at this point, too much content is there on this blog and it might cause a few peeps 2 begin 2 seriously ponder and wonder about maybe Mountainpen not being a total flake, so it has 2B stopped at that point. So all I need 2 do is 2 break my stuff up and only say so much each day. With this I can at least keep telling stuff. I cannot do what I wanted, so they do win on that front, I won't even try denying that 2 a soul. I wanted 2 have my blogs the way I felt would best make peeps listen and produce the minimum factor of doubting my tales of major truth. Now, I need 2 operate within a more stringent set of parameters that I know have been set up against me. So until I can have my own site and my own blogs on that site, I must B a willing BDC slave 2 their systems and rules. Who is kidding who peeps? We all know what is behind it, who is behind it, and I KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW. U have been watching the very same TV, internet, streaming systems, news, that the Mountainpen has; and I know that most of U out here ain't dumb! So I must now work within a new and more powerful set of containing factors in my attempt 2 tell the world my story from total hell (DOGTOWN). But beggars can't B choosers, and they never could, and we all know this.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
One thing that I've learned over everything else and JUST SINCE MY BLOGGING DAYS THAT BEGAN 17 YEARS AGO now folks; EVERYTHING ALL FITS PERFECTLY TOGETHER, and if it does this 4 me, I am quite sure that all of U share that reality with me, one way or another! But the big story 4 right now is weirder than anything else. I started these blogs on blogger dot com (BDC) in early January of 2006, and yet the record of this has somehow seemingly disappeared, only going back 2 sometime in the following year of 2007. What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next, we R seemingly all left 2 wonder and ponder over, huh peeps? I believe the following, “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER NIGH-NIGH MANHATTAN-MACY”, would B fairly darn appropriate here, 2B added in onto this blog; don't U???? What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next, YO????????? Well, I was wrong in thissssssss particular case, lovely Mizz Erica Lucci Snakes of AMC. I didn't realize that I was clicking into a later part of my blogs and that those earlier parts were there, merely some of them hacked in some weird way that does not show the entire blog properly. Still, most of my original message is there, thank the damn gods of the Purgatorial endlessness.
Whether I-C da' light or naught Mizz Blake mahm' back in 1983 or here 40 years later now; I do wonder as a fully 5-D person, just how do all the rest of U out here live so 3-D totally shmucking BLIND??? I could no more live in 3-D like all of U than I could enjoy Julian & Julia TV again or tiny monaural transistor radio 1964 sound again. “JEEEEEEEEZ freaking Louise”, 4 crying out loud, oh great sir Detective Fontana, NYC-fictional Police Department!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey distant Cuzz-Martha; can U get your 'ROKU' pals 2 bring the L&O boxes to our system, willya' girl, WEEEEEEEE? Yes sir Spellchecker Hellwrecker, and also a big fat ass WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We don't wanna' leave ole' Mack Kaiter out of these deals from back at Northeast, Maryland's non-great miserable rotten Camp Chesapeake in 1967 and 1968 July's, and yes, my wonderful locally famous throughout the seventies wine-circuit, Geraldine Snow Mason, the wife of my Uncle Sir Stuart Huntington Mason, I suppose being personal pals with the great Iranian Shah or however the SHAH-WORD is correctly spelled; wouldn't B any mental stretch 2 also have U in with Mayor Rohr, fixing him and your sister in-law up, or trying 2 one day; and also since all connected into that camp and sending your daughters and my cousins there, Sandra and Carol Mason that my word office system seems 2 always wish 2 turn into Coral and not Carol, but this time it ain't changing back on me but may wish 2 later on; but yes, this explains the actor who played in the DS show and also was the camp counselor there and pal of Mack's, Sir Slocum. And 4 anyone in the CALL-TEN CLUB, I may seem 2 brag a wee bit about my family from time 2 time, but in all truth, I am ashamed of all of them, and yes, most of all, I am totally ashamed of me, so please don't think of this as any type of a bragger's blog, and I won't hold your phone teases against U from the nineties with my Callio nightmare, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes, SpellCHECKER Hellishness HellwreCKER, also quite definitely WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!
Before I tell the experience here, kind people; you need to understand that I really had this happen to me, and I had forgotten it. I had been assaulted, and so had poor Jerry Heitzmann; by the great PAULA-PATTY KING; and I had just assumed for a short while, before blocking out the entire memory all together; that those two boys who looked similar to classmates that I had back at Cooley Hall, in David Leigh Smith's class, Harry Vogel and Eddie Boemeister; that Jerry and I had encountered a short time earlier on the boardwalk, about a quarter mile or less south of Tennessee Avenue, were the ones who had knocked us around. It wasn't. It was big PP-KING. She busted some teeth in Jerry's mouth, and hit me so hard that my mind and brain had been effected, and my memories were jumbled and lost, all this time, from 1971 in July, until this very early day here on December the fifteenth, in 2015. There is a lot more to tell, as it involves a lot of powerful known people, and now it no longer is a mystery how the WAYV radio people all know Mister Regis Philbin, as he is also a lot more than he purports to be, whether he even knows or remembers being an active engaging part of this or not, when he is not indwelt; and not a part of of the GUESSED-GUESTS, of the great unholy and evil Briggbase-controlled and operated, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!
You know for all I care, you can imprison me in some huge scary ducking looking lighthouse, or your damn water company, oh great pink goddess on Earth; BUTTTTTTTTT, I'll always love you to death, my white-hot teen queen Jehovah, no matter what you keep doing to your poor old defenseless little helpless pathetic THAT-BOY, YO!
990-990-990-, yes girl, IWALU, YO!!!!
|
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204016 |
1980 |
|
|
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
PAu003037983 |
2005 |
||
|
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
PAu002237985 |
1997 |
|
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Pau—stolen form |
2013 |
THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Same Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie trucking Leo from 1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!
Florida Blogs of Mountainpen
On Blogger since December 2011
Profile views – 1,336
Morianity Blogs on Blogger since January 2006
My Floridian blogs after December of 2011
About me
|
Gender |
MALE |
|---|---|
|
Industry |
|
|
Occupation |
|
|
Location |
|
|
Introduction |
Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation. |
|
Interests |
|
|
Favorite Movies |
Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them. |
|
Favorite Music |
Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists. |
|
Favorite Books |
Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also. |
When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown??????? “Nope-nope-nope-nope”, Sir Jimmy Stewart, yo!
And also folks and Blogger Team: I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Now if none of the great telecommunications giants object or think I'm trying 2 lay it on a wee bit 2 thick here, rather than realize it is merely all a bunch of tears-only Detective Olivia Wet Benson-L&O-SVU stuff from the ugliness of my horrendous monstrous evil past; wellllLLLLLL Sir Nixon, what can I say 2 any of that, as I have no control over anybody, nor would I wish 2 have any, YO!
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze 'stop' reading this blog right now, great folks!
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
{S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P} {S-T-O-P}
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!
“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
YEAH, IT TAKES A REAL(E) HERO TO
ENDLESSLY HURT ONE SPECIAL-ED KID!!!
There are no absolutes, but David Leigh Smith from Cooley-Hall had some very wonderful advice for me that day after I returned from Ellisberg Circle's weird school of machine-professors. I told on earlier blogs a lot about this place, the Ellisberg Circle that is, not just limiting this discussion to this school that was there. There was mom's boyfriend who took mom and me by car one Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1969, to several stores there. My mom needed to buy a mirror, and I was told to take it to the car, and given the keys, so I could place it into the back seat, and then either come back and find my mom and her boyfriend Sid, or at my discretion, remain in the car until they completed their shopping task. I chose to do neither, and took the mirror, and used it to almost cause a lot of serious problems, by using it in a manner not intended by its manufacturer, that is, to reflect bright blinding sunlight, directly into the face of drivers. Today, the world of this new age would have seen me in what I call, the Abbey Carmichael Law & Order way, you know, a bad egg, a crazy nutty adolescent who needs to just be locked away, for not conforming and obeying and saying yes sir, no ma'am to every dam adult within my daily interactivity. Hey, I wasn't a really bad ass, but I was quite the imp who could really piss off my mom's sort of nutty boyfriend, Sidney, without, to quote Lenny McKinnon who I would not go onto meet for eleven years, ''any doubt about it''.
Before this time, back in the spring time of 1969, about a half of a year or so, I had become friends, and not by my choosing, but everything in this life is always my fault and I am the perpetual absolute bad guy in all things, as I shortly thereafter have come to learn; but yes, Brad and I did some things that were bad, and I told about most of it, on these blogs, the first two years of them, in 2006 and 2007. But why I acted out, had something to do with being given this somewhat wild bigger kid, who was fourteen months younger than me, in the body of a seventeen year old, with the physical strength to match, and an eye for the fairer gender, and on I can go here, but won't, since he is not here to produce his side of anything that I might say; but yes, he was a wild customer, and quite a pistol, and a lot more; but he was my pal, and we did become close friends; about as close as any two young teen boys could be, who lived in the same garden type apartment system, of those times and days. But Brad was not the only reason that I began going a bit loco in many various ways, such as acting out with screaming and cursing, and being defiant with parents and authority, and feeling life was somehow mistreating me, because skit was happening to me, beginning early in February of that year, and going strong, month after month, in ways that no blog could ever really hope to adequately and properly address and define in terms that would permit normal and average type of people, any ability to identify and or relate to me, from their own personal private young lives. I am speaking of three major things here, that most of you out here know, or think that you all do, to some degree and some extent. These being, the chain and the wild teen girl on Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, the train and my suddenly remembering an entire half century or more of a lifetime, where I had grown into a man and an adult, lived a totally failed and trucked up life, and ended up realizing that I had been repeating this loop of nightmares, similar to being literally trapped in a hellish I-Ching Trance, for what would seem to be about six to ten thousand years, give or take, if all strung together. The biggest of all, was the first Saturday in July, just shortly after Brad and his mom, Grace Messenger, moved away, and took up residence in Cherry Hill, in the Stievasent Towers, about two miles or more away from the Haddon Hills Apartments. I do not have a play by play memory of the day it happened and the exact events. It is jumbled broken up nightmarish fragments, just exactly like the inverted digital year to follow, 27 years later, in 1996, when the great exploratron Patty-Paula, got me a second time, and this time, was witnessed to some degree, by a maintenance person at the apartment I was at then, called the Highview Apartments, in Monroe Township, Gloucester County, Williamstown, New Jersey, just down the street from the famous Julian Black Horse Pike, and the Gete's Diner. My Spell-Check has been disabled, so I need to go off and come back on, and fix my typos.
Discussing exploratron-Patty-Paula or EPP for short, is like discussing Sarah Krassle, as with both, this mother and daughter team have extremely unfathomable abilities to do inconceivable and outlandish mystical things, and they do them on a regular basis. If you do not think about someone, yet begin to dream about them on a regular basis, this means that they are thinking about you. I promise you that this is true, but I am speaking in five dimensions, not three. This applies to both of these 'people' and yes, I do single quote the word there, as I do not know just who or what they really truly are. The game that Sarah wants me to play with her, seems to imply that by its very title that she spouted off to me on P. H. Day of 1996, and very interesting symbolic initials too if I may add here; this game seems to be all about indeed guessing who is 'real' and who is 'not real', or who is the guest, which can very easily be interpreted to mean, who has an active dreaming-doppelganger inside of them, hence that would be the “GUEST” that I will need to “GUESS”, if I am to successfully navigate my way through this physical hellish life and this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE.
I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother trucking else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously trucking horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.
When the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical projects together, on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died of brain ducking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida in 2016!
No comments:
Post a Comment