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All the items in cosmos are out of 81 possible realities, with some of them connected into each other, while others NOT..
I
am not positive about many things that R computer or internet related
as there is just way 2 much 2 know B4 someone is qualified 2 make
certain judgments or determinations. But there R some basic ideas
that we can all arrive at as long as we admit 2 the possibilities of
being slightly mistaken, and then B willing 2 reevaluate and even
correct and or amend those errors at a later time and date. At least
that is how Mountainpen feels about this. Even Gawky Gaukauk the
magical large black cat from that 1980 bus in Philly somewhere is
only going 2 produce answers in full accuracy that match the accuracy
of any of the questions that R put 2 him. The lady on that bus was
quite specific about that with me. This is when I was living at 1802
Robin Hill Apartments and working at the RPL Sound Recording
Laboratories and Studio of Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I came out of that
beyond wild outlandish 'dream' that early afternoon B4 it was time 2
leave the apartment and drive 2 my job at the studio, stopping off
quickly at Jeans Card & Gift Shop on the White Horse Pike in
Oaklyn that was often frequented by me in my five and a half years of
residing at the Dellway Arms Apartments as a teenager and adolescent.
I had not been there in several years, the last time in 1974 in the
early part of that year when my father and I went in 2 purchase
several magazines one afternoon. Now I was going there 2 purchase
eight lottery tickets after this magical cat had given me that
incredible nocturnal interaction (dream), or 'something' had given it
to me. However in those days, 2 call me a pitiful empty vessel dummy
would B a kind choice of verbiage 2 describe the Mountainpen of those
gone-by days when I was 25 years old, and I thought the lottery was
the lottery and that it didn't matter which state the tickets were
bought in and that it was all the same, and also, the cat had told me
2 put the numbers in “A BOX”, or actually his owner the fat-lady
told me this on that bus in that outlandish incredible 'dream'. She
said the cat always gets it right so long as it is the Pennsylvania
Lottery and that it is bought as straight-boxed, meaning of course
that rather than the fifty cent straight-only ticket that only wins
if the exact three digit number picked indeed comes out that evening
at just shy of 7, but if it is straight-boxed, so also does any
shuffled and combined outcome of the numbers. So my 5-9-4 number, if
BOXED, would have won that evening, but ONLY IF TICKETS WERE
PURCHASED IN PENNSYLVANIA 4 THE PA-LOTTERY, and my tickets were 4 the
New Jersey Lottery, and I did not do the straight-box, merely
straight up number 594,
as that was the number that this magic cat had meowed 2 me in that
wild dream just hours B4-I was in Jeans Shop buying those eight
tickets. If I had left earlier that day 4 my job, crossed over the
Benjamin Franklin Bridge, gone
into Philadelphia and bought PA-LOTTERY tickets, straight-boxed; I
would have made 500 dollars in winnings per each dollar ticket
purchased, a total of 2 grand on my four bucks spent. If I
had taken the magic cat G-G way more
seriously and bought 100 bucks in tickets with one of my Visa or
Master-card credit cards, which in those times would B called Visa or
Master-Charge; I would have indeed won fifty
thousand dollars that evening. I
never doubted the great GAGA-kitty cat again after that
whittle incident happened 2 me. As U know, I talk about this wild
experience over and over 2 this very day as well. Speaking of changes
in stuff such as names of long standing bank credit cards, many
things do legitimately alter as times change, yes, I'm quite aware of
that folks. Still, many times they don't really alter at all, and it
is us who R changing from one place into another, slightly perhaps,
but enough 2 make the world significantly different at times. I have
a sink in my bathroom with a cold water faucet knob that sometimes
makes a loud squeak when it is turned on or off and turns a wee bit
harder than those other times when 4 no other good reason, it turns
completely easily and it doesn't make a single sound when it turns
either. These things R all happening 2 us, and the Mountainpen in
absolutely 100 percent CONVINCED THAT THIS IS PART OF OUR BEING
SWITCHED OVER FROM ONE UNIVERSE INTO ANOTHER ONE WHILE WE SLEEP and
thus we R then awakening into a slightly off-world or very
localized-parallel-universe, that in all but a very few and tiny
things, these alterations endlessly go unnoticed by the human race. I
would have had no reason 4 making these discoveries other than 4 the
fact that my life is literally so beyond endlessly bizarre and
inconceivably filled with endlessly unexplainable junk from morning
through night time. I know from keeping this blog that one of my many
switched-differences is universes where that word that I just typed
in right now, BIZARRE, is sometimes spelled with ONE 'Z' and TWO 'R'
letters, while in others, it is reversed, with TWO 'Z' letters and
only ONE 'R' letter, I know this, as I adjust the spelling over and
over, and the Mike Soft Spellchecker system in one universe says one
thing and then in another the other thing. I know that I am not able
2 ever spell this word endlessly in one same way without the eventual
red squiggly lines of error-correction, I know that small marks on a
wall come and go as well, and this happens in literally a dozen or
more residences that I have lived in now, and in two states in this
country. And yes, I know that the HALLS FAWCES that R responsible 4
these switching events happening 2 all of us, will indeed cause a
switch should someone attempt 2 use any kind of astral-world
awareness 2 gain or benefit in any way through doing this, such as my
example made repeatedly when these blogs all started up last year in
2022. I speak of the wild “DREAM” of seeing the great World
Series baseball game approximately 5 weeks B4 IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
Even if all I gained by making way 2 huge of a deal about this ever
since the dream on the 30th day in September rather than
just a casual mention as I did, would cause this force 2 SWITCH ME
into waking into a universe somewhere in-between the time that I
began 2 discuss it over and over, and the time that the ballgame was
actually played on Halloween Day of that 2008 year, and into a
universe where hardly anything else at all and perhaps NOTHING ELSE
AT ALL, was altered, other than in this particular new universe, that
game had the eventuality of the PHILLIES LOSING THAT GAME, rather
than their victory that day and after 28 years of hopeful anxiousness
since their previous WS-WIN in the late summer time of the year of
1980. Now just Y these Lawtronic Forces do this, is because the great
astral plane authorities or the 'MILLIONTH
COUNCIL' as they're truly called, have
an inviolable rule that no one is permitted 2 use astral knowledge 2
profit in any significant way here on this physical or material realm
that ECKIST followers call, the “Physical
Plane”, as opposed
2 what they label as the “Astral Plane”. Trump and his
followers have indeed been able and allowed 2 get away with doing
this by using this nightmare horrendous ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY AGAINST
ME ever since AUGUST OF 1986 and turning my life into a beyond
nightmare burning endless hell ever since this all began happening 2
me with this unspeakable monstrous wickedness. He gets away with it 4
one simple reason, world. He is dreaming that
he is Mister Donald John Trump,
and his true astral identity is Controller
of the Lambrigger Cult
of the Purgatorial endlessness (Astral-Plane). If he was not
who he truly is, the dreaming physical identity of the Briggbase
Controller, Astrally named Shorty MacInvondi and yes, with 8 other
astral names following those first 2; just as I as Ricktofarious have
8 other Astral-Namings that have significant meanings 2 each one on
the ASTRAL PLANE, just as I described and discussed clearly back on
my 2007 blogs while residing at Jenny
Plageman's trailer park, called the Mullica
Mobile
Manor,
on the Julia White Horse Pike of Mullica, NJUSAESMWG; and just east
of the world famous Blue-Berryville-Hammonton, in LOT #10 trailer.
This must have, as quite a few things have also
done; made quite an impression on my
DAUGHTER, am I really truly
verily wrong in that assumption world and great MC-fans and
followers? I know that she is a wee bit pissed at me, as
suddenly my SPACE-BAR-HACK has started up just
since I started 2 discuss this thing a little bit 2 much, and
right after typing in, “LOT #10 trailer”.
But back 2 the topic at hand, folks, if ye'
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!! Hey, we all know that coincidences can
happen, I ain't a total retard. But just when do endless coincidental
things become a wee bit more than no longer under suspicion 4 crying
out loud? Just how ridiculously large, gigantic, and beyond
HUUUUUUUGE R all of your tolerances 4 an endless and unfathomable
string of Morianity-related coincidences 4 heavens dog sake, oh
'gwate fwwwwolks'??????????????? Or maybe, not so gwate ones as well,
only U all know if U-R with me or against me, and I do believe in the
Jesus-taught concept of spewing out luke warn liquids from our
mouths. No fence straddlers R permitted on stuff that is as large and
non-Senator-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUGE as Morianity-related things! I mean
'kummuhn', gimme' a bwake, willya' me' folks??? If U-R naught 4 me,
then obviously U-R NAUGHT 4 ME. The simple truth 2 that rings more
clearly than deafening church bells ringing right on the eardrum.
Speaking of all of these things now, let me extrapolate a wee bit
further here and C just how smart anyone may truly B in seeing many
connections, not just family, but all over this world 4 many decades
now, directly coming straight back 2 me, the
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When these blogs began again last year in
the autumn of 2022, as the alphabet tweet blogs, or
tweet-blogs by 'my standards', in that I was using a
public terminal, and was not posting any pix or any links or any
other older CAP-job prior blogs that showed connections 2 my entire
story over a 20-50 year period or longer now; but even then, only a
deranged mindless soulless entity would B unable 2C that this story,
unlike any other story ever and anywhere in the history of humanity
and the recorded historical homosapien civilization; is real and is
true, and unlike anything else ever, had some powerful MEANINGS 2
many things; and not merely ASTRAL-PLANE NOMENCLATURE. I speak of
stuff that I opened this now 17+ year BOM-BLOG project with that even
THEN, when I was still ignorant of many parts 2 MY OWN TRUE POWERFUL
STORY, was all connected up together in ways that prove that TIME
ITSELF, is yes, daughter, totally absolutely MEANINGLESS, because my
stuff doesnot have any TIME RELATED ORIGINS. It is all existing on
the ASTRAL PLANE and has worked its way out here into this dreaming
physical matter world interaction system. This is not something that
can B denied or ignored, not if a serious researcher really delves
deeply into my MORIANITY. U all know that I speak the truth, in the
name of and under the power of THE BLOOD OF
JESUS CHRIST, SON OF GOD. Anyone who can deny this truth
is a liar, a fool, or simply just 2 much of a simpleton 2 begin with.
This is Y the Game of Salvation is made so
that even such simpletons R able 2 accept the Lord Jesus Christ and
become “SAVED”. But my story is just a wee bit more
complex, 4 any non-simpleton that really wishes 2 explore it all with
candor and full out honesty. I don't know how 2 say this beyond
powerhouse truth one small tad wee bit better than I am doing right
now, peeps. Truly and verily, I simply just DO
NAUGHT, Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake
I have reasons 4 discussing the FOLDS as well as the 12-DIMENSIONAL THEATER. Most of us sometime in our lives, had been taken 2 and visited this 'location' in “our dreams”, and shrinks claim it is quite a common dream that several groups of persons do experience. It is like other dreams that certain or even most peeps have throughout their lives, such as falling, flying, and long-stride running DREAMS. Most of U out here at least do know what the Mountainpen is talking about here, but right now we'll stick 2 just one of these 4 DREAM-TYPES, the rarest being the DREAM OF FOLDS and this means being suddenly in a place that is completely unknown and foreign 2 any of us, and the observing an ultra gigantic grouping of 'something' all being either folded up or unfolded, in a perfectly and seemingly mathematical fashion. This literally is our spirit or ENERGETIC-TRUTH being taken, carried, or said more accurately as would any true ECKIST members, “realized”, as no one ever goes anywhere, not even between human and non-human existences, into what Morianity and Mountainpen labels as the 12th Dimensional Theater. Simply, our truth and reality is able 2 C and witness the entire everything, and this everything is even how ZERO DIMENSION mechanically is operating when it literally goes from Singularity into Plancktime, and then blows out into the creation of 5-D hyperspace in two opposite directional arcing systems that both lay inside of a magical and 'foldable' fabric, and yes Morianity is now choosing 2 create that word in BLUE FONT and italicized. And also, in a wild and weird way that no words written by me or anyone else I'm quite positive, would ever B able 2 properly express with any decent amount of true meaning; these folds R also Y all that happens as a result of them, could B and IMHO also, SHOULD B, thought of as a GAME, and nothing more, just a silly damn ass GAME! The ECKUISTS concept of becoming coworkers with GOD merely R a desire humanly, 2 take a silly game, and force it 2 make sense and even perhaps alter it INTO SOMETHING NON-DAUGHTER-MEANINGFUL, I'd suppose; when in ultimate TRUTH, there just is nothing meaningful at all whatsoever happening. It is merely the mathematical endlessness of folds or 'MEF' 4 a nice shortened abbreviation here. There is absolutely no way that an endless perfectly mathematical succession of folds can have any intelligent goals. So does SINGULARITY itself have any, or is it all just a game to GOD ALMIGHTY, the UF (Ultimate Force), as well, we must then wonder and ponder?????????? Only GOD knows this, and no amount of searching and questing 4 enlightened truth will bring that realized awareness 2 any of us. Not 2 any Himalayan Guru, mountaintop meditator, Fascitar-I-Ching practitioner; or any other pretty-named title that anyone of U may ever B able 2 come up with either. I know beyond doubt that everything is one HUUUUUUUGE damn game, just as was said so eloquently by that fictional character on the “L&O” Television Show, playing a part of a novelist on the show titled, “Genius” about the writer and college professor who murdered a cabbie in NYC because he insisted that he put out his lit cigar. “Everything's a damn game”, he said 2 Detective Ed Green at his home on that great TV-show. He was however quite clueless 2 just what scale that powerful truth that he spoke was really on. It is a human desire 2 wish that there is MEANING IN THINGS, when in ABSOLUTE TRUTH, there is, but most peeps will despise and deplore my words when I claim that I positively know that THE 11-D FOLDS actually prove mathematically, a MEANINGLESS TRUTH is all that there ever is or could B or can B, so we need 2 create our own meanings of truth. We put ourselves in JAIL. We put ourselves in HELL. No police officer on this planet has ever put anyone in jail, and no human being has ever been put into hell by some angry and all powerful GOD. So just what R our “THOUGHTS”, while we R human beings,and yes, while we exist in a real truth of pure energy as well, on this GREAT ASTRAL-PLANE or spirit world if U keep insisting on those old-world word groupings? I told B4 how the greatest secret about human life is our dreams, and how dreams R merely our waking-thought-equivalents, the process of our waking thinking, that now without any physical constraints is free 2 explore in a hyperspace that we, along with all of our other selves in this unfathomably vast 5th dimensional hyperspace, truly R sharing together that apparently go onto then produce these separate realities whjere 2 each of us, only one becomes our physical and material home so 2 speak. All of the others R a part of this shadowy hyperspace realm of the 5th dimension, only in truth, the entire thing is just a shadowy realm that SEEMINGLY becomes real and solid in just one of the many of these places or locales, 2 each one of us at any given time. This is a piss-poor explanation of it all, I know that. But still, what is HUMAN THOUGHT? After-all, so far, with all of the greatest artificially created machine intelligence out there, and even when added 2 this mix will come the soon 2 follow Q-BIT computers that allow a geometrically progressed increase in the entire technology; and all of this and even perhaps a lot more as well, what is human thought? I have told a wee bit about the fact that no software program or system has a source on the ASTRAL or energy-plane, and that is Y computers do not think, nor can they, despite the soon 2 come Earthly-Human game that we will all come 2 believe that they indeed can think. So taking this 2 its source, when Singularity (Almighty God) blows out into ITS creation, beginning with STAGE 1 of 2 or the (Plancktime); obviously images of its own reality become real entities of this plane of truth. I've told how as well as Y the eventual need 2 blow out beyond the Plancktime happens and thus comes the 5-D hyperspace or the BIG BANG; and then eventually all of the sentient humans of the Earth-Planet. Still, this leaves out so very much and yet 2 even start discussing it would require years and years 2 even break through the basic opening onion layers and peach fuzz pieces of the entire Titanic Ocean-Liner sinking iceberg from back more than eleven decades ago now. It is not an easy task 4 me 2B able 2 perform, so let me do it in simple stages that at least make a wee tad bit of sense. Believe me peeps, I will give this a shot now.
Doctor Billy Graham knew what few others in the ministry ever become truly aware of, the realer or truer or said better still, the LARGER US, our “SOUL” is the wird often used simply because nobody until well into the starting centuries of this 3rd millennium will understand enough so as 2 stop acting as if there is some magical little round invisible dot inside of all of us, and this is what then lives on forever. Einstein himself who was given the truth about light times light being the mystical element that changes the physical matter worlds and the invisible spiritual energy worlds into each other, one by multiplication and one by division. Still, even he didn't ever really connect the dots, he only knew the cold dead mathematical formulas 2 it all, never equating that yes, life times C-squared equals spirit, and spirit divided by C-squared equals life. His formula says the exact same thing, but this is what our great HOLY WORDS speak of when my 61st grand-pop's Uncle J said it all, U all have heard it B4 many times, the deal about how our eyes R blinded here 2 these great truths. Now without going on and on here, just how do our thoughts and thinking processes move on after we no longer retain our normal and regular waking-world conscious activities that connect into a physical realm where we then need 2 take real action beyond just our thinking stuff, in order 2 actually make things happen and work in waking life? Most peeps realize as did my pal Sir Dave Roth back in the 80's and 90's, that we cannot get relief in our dreams from our lives, in other words, have a rotten life, and we R endlessly following this seeming pattern in our dreams as well. Folks, our thoughts R our thoughts, U know as in a cat is a cat,a dog is a dog, a toilet full of ugly and stenchy human waste is also, JUST THAT; and never ever will it become a goldmine, or even a photograph of our aging Aunt Sally-Beth. It is what it is, just as was spoken so damn often by the now Latengrate but physically lovely once, Mizz Dawn-Marie King of Atlantic City, and later on, of Blue-Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. So we carry our thoughts into dream-land, only we now R in an energy realm or a part of the 5-D that is no longer limited 2 being merely the solid 3-D world that we just lost our human consciousness from, or from where we 'fell asleep', 2 word it in terms used in 2023 times. Now there is really only one true us, or what Billy Graham called SOUL, and this has become split into countless and virtually unlimited parts of its one true beingness. It is now existing physically in the 5-D hyperspace, but by our HUMAN POINT OF REFERENCE, only one is solid and the others now become part of the 5-D energetic scramble so 2 speak. But in 5-D, the truth is the truth and even though different choices R made in various lives in these seemingly apart yet parallel realms or universes,atomically, it is only separated by a small signature frequency vibration, and we basicly R who we R, in all of those locales. And yes, there is going 2B naturally, an effect between what happens in one and then what happens in all of the others, and all of the time continuously, 24-7-365.24219. This is what Morianity labels the Towel Seepage Effects or the 'TOSE' 4 a shortened abbreviation. When each piece of our absolute-self or “SOUL” thinks and or does stuff, the effect is fifth dimensional, with the main effect happening and contained within those signature vibrations of the atomic reality that our bodies R solidly trapped in, and where we call and consider ourselves 2 truly B, our 'waking lives'. But as anyone who has ever taken prescription medication knows only 2 well from carefully perusing their pill bottles given 2 us at our pharmacies; there is the MAIN EFFECT, and then yes, there is and always will B, along with the main effect, the SIDE EFFECT. Think of this side effect 5th dimensionally as the Towel Seepage Effect or the TOSE. The TOSE is Y all of the wild stuff is happening 2 me, or at least a whole damn lot of it anyway, YO. The stuff behind the entire deal is always 5th dimensional, and is never just in 3-D the way all of U in these dark-age 2023 times believe and insist upon being reality. The shrinks and followers of the DSM Bible all claim that this is utter ass nonsense! I know of course, that IT IS NAUGHT, oh lovely MIZZ BLAKE!But can HUMAN THOUGHT ever really B talked about in the light of Morianity in some quick easy few lessons where a viewer-reader can then come away with practically sentient knowledge of 'the all's 2 everything' as a result of so doing, YO? Not on your life. This is way 2 complicated and just cannot B simply deduced down2 a few short butt-hole blogs, and 2 quote lovely Mizz 1983 Ross-Ness, “No how, no nothing”, with the 'nothing' word only half there as she was hanging up on my machine whole saying that final word on that day in May of 1983 while I resided at 134 Non-Chuck NORRIS AVENUE, in ATCOCHOKE, NJUSAESMWG. I've now been going through this incredible and unfathomable dog stench 4 over 4 decades since my 1802 Robin Hill and 134 Atcochoke days, and am still nowhere near understanding all of this, but yes; I'm on my way, all great aquariums, daughters, dreams, Seaworld-Florida's, television ad-spots, songs, and Tuesday afternoon's everywhere, YO BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WOW-THIS, Mister Arthur Crane! Trying 2 educate a blind world, Sir Kaku, Sir Hawking Latengrate, Sir Sagan Latengrate, Sir Childress, and many other great minds out there somewhere YO; wellllLLLLLL Mister Nixon Sir, crooked or naught; thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS simply won't B an easy frikkin' task!!!!!!! No sir, no mah'm, it will NAUGHT, MIZZ AT&T Blake, YO non-aids sister; without any coded poem accusations; and they say I'm playing games, SIR SWAP. On the 9th, we will start out our dog walk day with a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE raucous laugh, 'OKAY', wonderful sir? Where R-U when we truly need U here, Sir King John Romano of Atlantic Latengrate City, NJUSAESMWG??????????? WOW, RHM!
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We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior), 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!
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PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
Yes Bob McDowell, Bruce Pennock, Jerry Heitzmann, Mike Sodas, Sarah Jacobson, and so many ole' pals, classmates, and associates from COOLEY HALL in the opening seventies decade until my departing the great hall forever near the final day in January of 1973; B4 living in Oaklyn where lovely GODDESS PINK SCYLLA somehow magically lifted my Henningsen-motorcycle chain from me in a beyond TOSE experience, (TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS), I lived in the other garden apartment where the “OTHER-NON-HARRAH” part of my boyhood-adolescence was spent, at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments on Pyle Avenue in WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, and then B4 moving there I resided in the great brother-love city of PHILADELPHIA, in where else but the now somewhat globally famous in many parallel universes I'd suppose; 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment #24-A on the corner of 21st and Chestnut Streets, and half a block or less away from the then called, Boys Club of America, long 4B the PC later movement that turned it into the Boys & Girls Club of America. Still, PC or naught lovely 1983 Mizz Blake YO, it also ain't or U might say, it 'AA' the Mountainpen's nightmare blogs or any of its horrendous hellish chapters, still, tell me peeps, what do U in all candor & honesty weelwee believe the odds R4 all of THISSSSSSSSSSSSS 2B going down around me all these many decades of time now? Do U really truly verily honestly candidly think this is all just one big fat butt hole coincidence here, I mean, WEELWEE YO????????????
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
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Boy oh boy oh boy, all uncles, all Billy's, and so much more, give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE will U pweeeeeeze, distant cuzz-cousin-DJT? Wanna' cut me a tiny wee tad-bit of a whittle bwake 2, lovely Security-Officer from 1985 #113 Caldor Department Store's Loss Prevention Department, Mizz Margie Leo? Jeepers creepers and gee whiz-fizz, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then comes the McFly movie along with the very soon 2 follow WOMO HALLS FAWCES MCFLY CAR CIRCUITS that endlessly keep on following & shadowing my pitiful NON-RON-PP&P MTPN DOGTOWNISH EARTHLY LIFE of endless suffering,misery, and agony, cubed on steroids!!!! Suddenly after well over a year, my radio in the 2004 Dodge-Neon car is just working AGAIN, following a lot of brilliantly blinding flashing LED lights inside of the radio box itself. Every single damn idiot light on the entire car-dashboard system is on when it shouldn't B, and I have all but the low area of the fuel-gauge and the entire speedometer covered with four thick layers of black electrical tape so that if I have 2 go somewhere at night, I won't B unsafe 2 operate this crazy WOMO-HALL'S FAWCES OVER-POWERED, & EGG HARBOR CITY UNIVERSITY OF SOME LOCALIZED-PARALLEL UNIVERSE, STRUCK, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today will most likely B anothermajor heavy AIR-SKY SPACEFORCE DEATH SIEGE, as starting at the crack of non DAWN-King or just dawn, loud aerial assaults R all around my residence, Fort Pierce International Airport, and SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY-2
JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B
January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.
MORIANITY-2
JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B
January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.
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MMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 5 MAY OF 2023 DAY WITH NASTY AIR DEATH SIEGE, AS WELL AS THE ENTIRE ATTACK THAT BEGAN ON APRIL 11 OF 2023, WITH A 24-DAY BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS, THAT R CAUSING MY BODY PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON BOTH MY HEART AND BOWELS, IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
When I attempted 2 get onto my GOOGLE-INTERNET page yesterday 2 post up my CHAPTER 9 BLOG, FCC, FTC, ACLU, FBI, AG-FL-USA, and AG-FL; I was messed with and could not make anything operate nor get onto thesystem4 a good quarter hour and after a lot of clearing and redoing of opening screens. ACLU, let us C what happens when I try posting this blog up this day, 'finko-duhhhh-cry-oh', and after living with the King Clan in Blueberryville-Hammonton, what can B expected 4 crissake, YO?????????? Kommunizma and 'kummuhn' here! , Mister HELLWRECKER-SPELLCHECKER of the mighty MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!! If I tried listing every single assault these WOMO-SPACEFORCE DISEASED STICKS R DOING 2 ME DAY AND NIGHT, we'd B all day and night and it is doubtful I'd ever B really able 2 even catch up with them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?
YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?
YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!
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Yes peeps, the reason I cannot grow an audience and just endlessly keep an approximate 'pageviews'-hits number per year of thirty-K, is because only a tiny handful of peeps have sufficient astral energy 2B able 2 appreciate the BOM-BLOGS. It truly is just that HENNINGSEN SIMPLE, codename REDJOHN, & codename MOUNTAINPEN-KARGE star travelers of 1896 © Copyrighted Music Projects. No folks, that © date is naught a typographical error (TYPO)!
Now good folks, it appears that the new system 4 capping into my blogs, some of the old graph-links, such as the YAHOO-DOW JONES stock charts that I used 2 post in nearly every day back a decade ago and 4 quite a long time and no longer am able 2 do, and I am not saying that they all now work in this manner, but I have noticed that the DJIA-stock market chart although appearing blank after posting as well as blank on my word-document files even when my internet is on; can still B accessed by my Blogaudians simply by clicking on the new link that apparently is popping up after the blanked out old chart does. So use it 2 verify my stuff if you wish 2 me' great peeps out there and me' not so great ones as well who hurt me over the past half year or so. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT-BUTTERCHEESE-and big ass-butt-and but; allow me 2 admit that I was not born in the digital age, nor did I grow up where any of this was anything more than STAR TREK FANTACY, so you're naught exactly speaking to or reading words from some internet genius heredahelda and HERE, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!
Also, and as all of U know so well I'm totally sure; I am continually being MIND-HACKED BY THE LEFT-SPINNING SUBATOMIC ENERGIES of the Plancktime (Astrality) the (Timeless Purgatory), and your human mortal waking world explanation and term 4 my mental-woe-whiz-me-problems, may B more in the verbiage and nomenclature of words and terms such as old age, senior forgetfulness-moments, Alzheimer's disease, Dementia Disease, and other such stuff along these lines that Mountainpen---&---Morianity does naught buy into!!!!!!!!!!! What is happening 2 me, YES, just naught what U all consider the true source of it 2B, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am doing the best I can folks B4 obviously I will eventually go onto lose my futhermucking mind and mental faculties altogether, YO ME' BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak of my prior-blog's truck-up with the lunar phases and my forgetting 2 accurately re-populate the information properly, so again, here is where we R today as well as the entire monthly lunar cycle.
OH BABY-BABY-BABY, and all great musical works aside; we now R at the day of the lunar-phase whom all but the werewolves know of and love so much, the great awesome lovely FULL MOON!
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
As 4 my PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE SINCE 1986; all that I have ever asked of anyone, is a wee tad frikkin' bit of open-mindedness. I've suffered through a hellishness that your damn wildest fantasies cannot even dream of on your wildest mode-setting of your minds. My incredible situation began in 1986 and now we are talking about nearly 4 straight decades of thisssssss oh lovely Mizz 1983 ERICA-SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Put extremely simply, the parallel event goes like thisssssssssss:
When I AM DOWN, MARKET IS UP, FLYERS WIN, PHILLIES LOSE.
WHEN I AM UP, MARKET IS DOWN, FLYERS LOSE, PHILLIES WIN.
Tell me what could B goddessdog simpler than that? Anyone who doubts the science and reality of PARALELL EVENT, can simply go into any good university anywhere in the world and directly 2 a top statistical mathematical professor, and show him/her my operational system 4 playing what Mountainpen's Morianity has titled & named, Parallel-Event-Roulette, or (PER) 4 a shortened abbreviation. Go 2 the end of any blog to the SEARCH THIS BLOG area, type in various items pertaining 2 this, and I am sure that you can take this 2 any really top professor and he or she will marvel at it once they fully grasp it and try it out 4 themselves. My anger in all of this is not the parallel event, but rather the 36+ years of its misuse of it by my horrendous enemies who persecute and harass me JUST 2 GET THE DOW JONES 2 ENDLESSLY CLIMB way higher than it ever would have, if none of this 'shullbit' had ever been allowed 2 happen 2 me back in the summer of 1986, YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO a big fat ugly dog stinking “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, Sir Chester-Frank-1999-bar-dude, and roomie at Guthrie Short's great Route 73 South mansion at #231, in the great New Jersey-USA area known as BLUE ANCHOR, & naught the BLUE WHALE BAR of 'DARK SHADOWS'-TELEVISION SHOW.
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.
Good day peeps, YO, I have two things 2 tell U all today. First and B4I do that, let me tell U first that I made a whittle typo-booboo saying that me' last posted bwog was CHAPTER----008, it was obviously naught, but rather was CHAPTER 009, so sahwee, PEE, and all great WWII Japanese-Ambassador's of the past, YO!!!!!!! Also, it appears the linking systems have been altered from the way they were B4 my shutdown of 2022. No longer can recent blogger-stats B posted up or cut and pasted in from the Blogger-Dashboard-system. So I occasionally post up past-stats, and a good monthly average is just under 2,500 pageviews, or annually, approximately 30K pageviews. This is only an approximation of course, and can alter up and down from time 2 time but it is quite a good average over a lot of time (long-run-playing-statistics) or 'LRPS'. Also I cannot show recent and forever changing international alterations in viewership, but it does also appear 2 have an averaging pattern and in the LRPS does appear 2B favoring my own nation, as well as the great mother RUSSIA. All throughout the Trump Administration, the two largest viewing nations of this BOM-BLOG however, switched from Ukraine and the Soviet Union, and the USA was much less lit up and active overall. After the Trump Administration however, the international viewing of this blog went back 2 the way things were B4, with the USA and Russia being the 2 largest viewing nations. 4 those who may not know how 2 read the chart, the darker the green shading is displaying will depict the heavier viewing activity of this BOM-BLOG. The entire time that I have been typing this paragraph concerning viewing on an international scale, the DEATH ANGEL, Mortimer Mortino has buzzed all around me a total of nine freaking times, annoying the DOGTOWN out of me!!!!!! The second other thing that I wish 2 tell U all is that at precisely twenty minutes past five of the clock, and is Y this blog was started as a direct resulting factor; again suddenly while I was viewing my ROKU-TV and watching the streaming news on the local Palm Beach NBC-Network channel (number 5) locally on the television system 4 those able 2 receive actual non-streamed channels; my computer icons appeared out of the blue and an update notice was displayed on the bottom right of my monitor-screen.
Okay great folks; let me tell U all some other stuff that is beyond wild, from the great mysterious WARP-10 lands, AKA the dreamworld, or where I was in my dreams just last night, or maybe said a wee bit more accurately, late thisssssssssss morning, oh lovely Mizz-Erica-snakes-1983-AMC-TV-soap-show. I, or more honestly and truthfully spoken here, my doppelganger, was in a parallel ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA, and was right there on 10-SC Avenue, and right there where here in this waking reality, sits the great John King Casino-Bus-tours Parking Lot, or one of several of them 2 put this more accurately. John Romanohose King had several of them situated in North Atlantic City, and the one where he told me 2 use that hose that day or ELSE, in September of 1996, as well as the very same week that I had moved into the death house in Somerdale on Harvard Avenue; WAS NAUGHT the one in my dreams early thisssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, situated right next 2 Robert McGuire's Pittsburgh Hotel & Erin Bar, close 2 the boardwalk on Tennessee Avenue. An extremely outlandish and Cathy-Cody-Weirdo 'Dark Shadows' TV-show thing just happened right now, as I was typing this blog, and went 2 colorize the sentence above with that word 'morning' with those extra 'UUUU' letters connoting unpleasantness, as in mourning something verses the morning of a new day. I fully colorized it because the color box dialogue vanished just as it is supposed 2 do after the process has been successfully completed. The last color used also remains on the little line underneath the font-coloring system at the top of the word program screen. It was indeed colored purple and naught black, however; the darn buttwipe thing was not colorized. The font on the document had remained black. I repeated this process and the 2nd time it functioned normally and the print on the document was altered from black into purple. But back 2 the wild dream from late this morning B4 getting up at around ten of the clock or so. Paula King was nowhere 2B seen, nor was Daddy-John. Even McGuire and guessing-games-Goddess Sarah-Pink, none of them were anywhere around the 'joint', Sir Winn! Oh sir Halloween magical cheater of Sinatra garbage 'dusted-off' songs. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWZER-2-THAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your BROADCASTED BRO, Sir SPEllchecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were however a lot of strange peeps around and this dream that I am now discussing is only in what U may think of as in the middle stages of a long several part dream with at least two parts both B4 as well as after the part that took place right there in this alternate-universe-Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!! I won't get into even a third of it today on this blog, only the part of it taking place in the dead center middle hub of it in ACNJUSAESMWG in some parallel reality of the magical realm of WARP-10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOO, here goes, Sir Arthur 1992-TCE-Crane, Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4I begin here, that futhermucking DEATH ANGEL is on me, and has been ever since this blog began, like stenchy crawling maggots on a garbage truck on a very hot sunny day in Death Valley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH POOR WHITTLE ME, FOLKS.
OH POOR WHITTLE ME, FOLKS.
OH POOR WHITTLE ME, FOLKS.
OH POOR WHITTLE ME, FOLKS.
BYE-BYE
all, 4 now, C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!
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Monday, September 29, 2008
REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY
‘REPENT
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TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
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093008.003.55 ----- Beginning:
IF YOU CLICK CLICK AROUND ON THE WORDS ABOVE, YOU WILL INDEED B TAKEN DIRECTLY ONTO LINKS FROM THE BLOGGER PEEPS, 2 THOSE ORIGINAL BLOGS, SO THAT U CAN ALL C4 YOURSELVES THAT NONE OF THIS WAS IN ANY WAY FAKED, WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When we make a conscious attempt naught to do something, it appears to magically amplifying our doing it all the more. I have told over and over on more than seventeen years of these 'BOM-BLOGS' now, that this is naught a mysterious father-daughter-blog, only after saying this, all by itself, it appears 2B in fact growing in that direction no matter how hard I naught only have come 2 recognize it, but go out of my conscious way 2 even avoid permitting this thing 2 keep on growing. This same principle is also applied in quantum mechanics. Scientists who study QM in laboratories over decades of extensive and careful research, have come 2 the absolute conclusion that electrons do what they wish 2 do, and when placed into a situation where they may go in one of two possible directions through a system, naught only do they naught randomly indeed follow something other than any random pathway, but rather; it is intelligently organized with intellectual purpose, and they never discuss this openly with the public 4 fear that Mountainpen's mysterious information will B FRIKKIN' TOTALLY VERIFIED!!!!!!! This is the biggest 'NO-NO' on this planet, stopping the chosen Huntington (MOUNTAINPEN) from getting his truths out 2 the entire global population.
Now B4 the most updated reediting of the recent home-blogging texts is copied to this blog for the permanent record (C&P) cut and pasted; I am gonna' quickly discuss a few powerful things that maybe only a small handful of peeps in this Blogaudianship wants 2 hear and is willing 2 carefully peruse and read over, and 4 those few and only 4 them, I am writing this information heredahelda and yes SpeLLchecker, and here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, notice how my personal LIFE'S MAGNETICS, as I label this and have done so now over a 17 plus year blogging period, HAVE RECENTLY TOTALLY GONE BEYOND MISTER 8TH GRADE HTHS 'KAPUT' AND MORE APPROPRIATELY SPOKEN, 2 DOGTOWN????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Notice as well if U please, that I have told U allberries and U all, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN NOW ALL THIS TIME, making absolutely no bones about any of it, nor holding back any punches whatsoever; how the parallel event, and the shortened term and expression used in Mountainpen's Morianity (ICPE-APE-TECH); is endlessly a part of my nightmare hellishness, and is Y there is always and forever up 2 the day that I futhermucking perish physically from this Earth permanently without laser photon-wall retrace, that this will go on and on without end or relief, and it does, and it has; and the evidence stares any and all of U in the face, without any possible smallest chance 4 being some fluky flaky untrue item that is merely being made up in the delusional sicko mind of the pathetic pitiful buttwipe, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, and so now I am reiterating as recently, it is ONE EVIL EMPIRE AFTER ANOTHER, along with me life being nothing but horrible monstrous daily non-Star Trek-Squire General TRILANE, 'HELL-HELL-HELL', and without any laughing or mocking from Dick Wolf, Paula Patton, or L&O-SVU's Detective Elliot Stabler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, Monday was just another FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with the Philadelphia Phillies getting clobbered at the final inning which is a famous parallel event assault 4 ole' trucking Mountainpen from days gone by up in Jersey when I'd B put through horrendous and monstrous demonic late inning attack persecutions by the SPACEFORCE (SPAMM) MISOE-MISEC Otammite scumballs from HELL-DOGTOWN. But making things FULL EVIL EMPIRE as opposed 2 just being a split-empire, or a 'splitpire', 4 a shortened abbreviation used by myself and Sir David Roth back in those eighties/nineties days of TRILANE'S “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD” turned into HELL-HELL-HELL, by the BOM, and yes folks, this thing that took what would merely have been a splitpire and turned it into a FULL EVIL EMPIRE, or a FEE as opposed 2 a futhermucking FREE, which stands 4 a FULL RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE should things have all gone my way instead, with a PHILLIES WIN, AND A DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE BEING A DOWN-TRADING DAY, only today was like most recent days, a totally FULL EVIL EMPIRE, going the way of the EVIL EMPIRE AS OPPOSED TO MY righteous empire. I sure hope I don't get anyone in the goddessdog entertainment industry all too wet and excited AGAIN, as we all know happened B4 earlier in the previous frikkin' decade while I was residing at the miserable rotten PEEHA BLDG.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This brings back a lot of old rotten times, does it naught lovely Mizz Blake from the 1983 phone company back in my days while residing over in Atcochoke, New Jersey, along with my other peeps out there in Cyberville??????????????? Yesssssirrrrrr peeps, the DJIA stock market was up somewhere in the approximate range of 45 points or so, the Philadelphia Phillies got end-inning slaughtered and pummeled even though it is only a spring-training game, it still counts, and it becomes now nothing other than a miserable rotten futhermucking FULL-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!! Then we had last Friday, one of my worst SUPER FRIKKIN' BOTBAR DAYS EVER, and yes, the ICPE-APE kicked in as it always does or 95-99% of the time it does, and the DJIA stock market rose up by close 2 another 400 futhermucking points, and this roll of FULL-EVIL-EMPIRE is rolling down a sharp and steep hill against the Mountainpen, me' gwate fwolks out there!!!!!!!!!! As long as they have me to endlessly runt slapping mother mucking pick on, they PHILLIES WILL LOSE, THE FLYERS WILL WIN, AND THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WILL GO HIGHER, a whole lot more than the other way around, as this is a powerful parallel event that got started in a very magical and mysterious way from perhaps the ASTRAL PLANE itself 4 all I know, and 2 quote the ADA, Ron Wirtz Senior up at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, “It won't change in our lifetime”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does anyone out here from my local county sheriff, Sir KM to anyone else, think that the Mountainpen has the rock chucking balls to make up stuff and tell U that an ADA and I spoke regarding the matter, and that he told me thisssssssssss; oh lovely Mizz 1983-AMC-Susan Erica Lucci Cane??????????????????????
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo collection : set III. |
PAu000442785 |
1982 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo tunes. |
PAu000325091 |
1981 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr tunes. |
PAu000411864 |
1982 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Queen of blue. |
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1986 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Real good girl. |
PAu000881543 |
1986 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK. |
PAu002506106 |
2000 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Saga of song writer Mark Mud. |
PAu000501582 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
PAu002153196 |
1996 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
SRu000332786 |
1996 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah Callio of ACNJ. |
SRu000362114 |
1997 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Uncle. |
PAu000540585 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
What's wrong? |
PAu000724407 |
1984 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
You call this music? |
PAu000998574 |
1987 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two. |
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1988 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3. |
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1989 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204017 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204015 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity music pre-book. |
PAu002336935 |
1998 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity tunes of 1998. |
PAu002282717 |
1998 |
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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 7
Monday moUUUUUUUrning, on May 1, 2023
BOTBUR X 6 and 9:10-BOTBAR if it goes.
4:00 Ante' Meridian, beautifully moon lit and nice and cool in town, a welcome change but it's supposed 2B another hot but dryer week.
The entire state of Florida is talking about the recent wild crazy ducking weather patterns, all except perhaps 4 my landlord and folks that I may have reason 2 mention any of this to, so then, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? (What else is new, same old same old, same slit on a different day), if all spelled out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know that this is not going 2 futhermucking quit, my death is upon
me, Federal Communications Commission,
and Federal Bureau of Investigation,
and American Civil Liberties Union,
and others. I know it and I am quite mucking confident that U all
know this as well. The DEATH
ANGEL is around me
constantly and continuously, and now my amplifier has also recently
been damaged that I use so that I can watch my ROKU-TV and DVD
player system with headphones, and not have barely audible sound
that these new age cheapo trucking televisions give 2 us forcing us
2 use amps if we wish 2 listen with headphone sets. Beginning on
Saturday when the other horrendous electronic goddarn assaults also
started up even heavier 4 me, there is a loud bunch of trucking
noise on the system, much louder than the program source making it
completely unusable until this TOTALLY ILLEGAL GODDARN INTERFERENCE
EVENTUALLY STOPS, and usually not by itself. I need 2 turn the
system on and off several times and wait it out, but B4-I purchase a
new amp and waste even more lunt-capping money 2 try compensating 4
this endless DEATH ATTACK
ON ME STARTING ON INFORMATION DAY OR
4-11 OF LAST MONTH IN APRIL,
I need first 2 try some trouble-shooting, as if I buy another amp,
and the problem is still there and caused by another wild SPACEFORCE
ASSAULT methodology, then I am triple screwed; first
wasting money 4 absolutely nothing, then still not solving this new
problem, and finally, still being unable 2 have my entertainment.
This appears 2B non-winnable, and completely unbeatable; just
as exactly 8-YEARS AGO in the starting of the spring of 2015 when
Donald Trump announced 2 the world that he would B running 4 the
office of the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, and ever since that
time until he won the election more than a year and a half later in
early October of 2016, my life was one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
never ending death assault by his lunt-capping SPACEFORCE and their
endless perpetration of their absolute mucking fave-tool 2B
endlessly used on me, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT,
OR
(ICPE-APE-TECH) 4 SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a chance that weather yesterday (Sunday) morning was responsible 4 an outage in my area, and the weird major morning assault on my electronics systems, but I doubt it; as there have been just way 2 goddessdog many trucking things happening now ever since the PART-2 of this major assault began on early clucking butt Saturday morning on April 22nd of this demonic hellfire year of endless dog-slit!!!!! Also, when I drove over 2 mother mucking Port Saint Lucie, FLUSAESMWG on late Saturday morning with my cum-puke-her 2 the TECHY-JOINT, an old trick from my really horrendous and monstrous NEW JERSEY TIMES was done 2 me by the trustworthy rotten satanic SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN, just as I was coming up on the place maybe yet a quarter mile away, and east of the store. There was ANOTHER STAGED CAR-CRASH blocking all of us, and after sitting there 4 several minutes and watching an endless trucking procession of sheriff and cop-cars all zooming towards the situation and FAKE-ACCIDENT, I suddenly realized that I was able 2 get into the right lane near the gas station and make a right turn at that earlier intersection, as the parking lot area 4 the entire Walmart Store area is large, and it contains several other stores and indeed has 2 have another way in and out and I took the chance and turned, and sure enough; it was a way into a rear part of their large lot, but otherwise Idabin stuck there 4 a good quarter hour or longer, burning up more of my pitiful yucking gasoline money. I honestly don't think that I am meant 2 survive this absolute newest POST-INFORMATION-DAY DEATH ASSAULT OF APRIL 11, 2023, beginning with my shutting down that HOLO-WHEEL in a parallel non lawn-mowed in Dogtown realm, and seemingly coming HERE, wherever this new mother lucking HERE truly is, just as with B4 on August 15 of 1986, when I came out of that mind boggling trucking 153-DAY long 'DREAM-TRIP' into a parallel non-HARRAH CASINO “other” Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023, WITH A 20-DAY BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS, THAT CAUSE MY BODY PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS, AND ON THIS 1st DAY IN MAY OF 2023, WITH YET ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER ELECTRONICS ASSAULT AND DAMAGE 2 MY AUDIO AMPLIFIER, AND SUPER HIGH OTAMMIC TIMES 5 DAY, WITH MORE ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME WITH COMCAST AND INTERNET AND ROKU-TV, AND LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE INTERRUPTIONS AND DEAD-SERVICE; AND IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
MY MOTHER TRUCKING SYSTEM JUST CRASHED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHER YUCKING REASON AT ALL AT 4:25 A.M., FBI, SHERIFF KJM, ACLU, & IT HAPPENED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO GODDARN REASON BUT THE PROMPTS AND SCREENS ALLOWED ME 2 GO THROUGH A RESTORE OPEN-OFFICE PROGRAM SCREEN, AND IT WORKED.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCC
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023 WITH A 20-DAY BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS THAT CAUSE MY BODY PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS, AND ON THIS 1st DAY IN MAY OF 2023, WITH YET ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER ELECTRONICS ASSAULT AND DAMAGE 2 MY AUDIO AMPLIFIER, AND SUPER HIGH OTAMMIC TIMES 5 DAY, WITH MORE ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME WITH COMCAST AND INTERNET AND ROKU-TV, AND LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE INTERRUPTIONS AND DEAD-SERVICE; AND ON THIS MAY 1, 2023 CONTINUING TEN DAY LONG DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, AND WHO JUST CRASHED THIS OPEN-OFFICE COMPUTER PROGRAM, AT SHORTLY SHY OF HALF PAST 4 THIS DISEASED MORNING, AND WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL OF THE LOVED ONES OF ALL THESE SICK DEMONIC STICKS AS WELL, AND IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
If the crash had sucked up my document in a significant way, and wasn't able 2B restored; I would B SUPER BOTBAR X 6 OR WHATEVER, BUT I AM STILL HOLDING AT BOTBUR, so remember those non-daughter-name-meanings now peeps! SHE is lucking with me, as this machine is freezing a lot, so I am now going 2 shut down and restart, and then continue. Pink Sky-God of all 'barriers and permissions' is TOTALLY OUT OF TRUCKING MANHATTAN-MACY-CONTROL now, or out of MMC would B a great way 2 use 4 any needed stucking butt future abbreviations here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! And quite alphabetically apropos 2, wouldn't we agree? Good-ole' International MOBILE MACHINES CORPORATION, the 'creators and patent holders' of the alien guts machine from 1982 and 1983, AKA the PRIVECODE MACHINE!!!!!! So back to 'word-name meanings' 4 a second without anything from 2007, such as my ASTRAL TRUE NAME OF RICKTOFARIOUS and its (eight astral registration MEANINGS)!!!!!!!! If this MACY GANG FROM DOGTOWN'S HORRENDOUS ESS-WASHCLOTHS OF VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG doesn't get off of my back and stop this, I will tell every single thing that I know B4 they can MURDER ME on or off of 5th Avenue, oh lovely and Latengrate, MIZZ DAWN-MARIE KING, MAHM', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' AIDS SISTERS AND ME' GODDESSDOG BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
BOT is the root word, standing 4 and MEANING, “BOTTOM OF THE”. But, just what is that, what is the? Okay if a day is at rock bottom but not yet officially declared as that and closed no matter what else can happen on that calendar day, it then moves into the territory of BAR, or MEANING, “BARREL ALREADY RATED”. Until however a day goes 2 goddarn butt BOTBAR, it can hover and remain as a 'rating-held' 1-1 day, on my life charts, still able to raise up above that bottom level, thus, BUR MEANS, “BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED”. This is indeed the MEANINGS of BOT---BUR verses BOT---BAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! The 1994 book in my United States Copyrighted non-musical projects was indeed done on a proper form and now I remember just Y things worked out the way that they did, this was my own doing. “The Permission Barrier” that I copyrighted from the National Park, NJUSAESMWG Post Office back on Halloween Day in 1994, was done with literary copyright office forms; but my roulette system was done in the same manner as was my 1988 and 1989 Epitome of Harassment musical projects were done. I used a so-called endlessly repeating melody loop on all non musical parts on those 2 © projects, so that any spoken words merely were lyrics that matched this endlessly repeating loop of a few bars of tuneless junky music that I quickly wrote, so the copyrighted roulette system called, “Last Number Repeat, 100 Progression”, was sent in that same manner, with a silly melody loop, and the “TPB” 1994 book was done correctly by me, using the correct literary forms; and thus is Y it does not show up as one of Mountainpen's musical works in the U. S. © Office, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote Sir Chester-Frank here, “WEEEEEEEE”! Hey let us not ever choose 2 forget the mighty Sir Bruce Alan Pennock from Cooley Hall, and 1972 days, as this connects Pink Sky Goddessdog and yes, GODDESS as well, oh Sir Mike Soft AKA Microsoft Corporation, along with wild transdimensional CHRISTMAS ANGELS singing lovely songs in Cooley Hall's illustrious and great lobby area by the Christmas tree, three years B4 Patty and Santa and Sir Steve, ever had moved my mom and me from the great Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue; into the hellhole Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG joint, at 1118 Linden Hill. A song I only remembered when my kid was all grown up in another 22 years from those Cooley Hall's final days 4 the Mountainpen, but it is high time that someone out here knows the real powerhouse truth about the Almighty Pink Scylla Goddess, as this just cannot keep on going like this. She and my cousin R totally trucking killing me, and I cannot take any more of this nightmare hellishness, WC-@ the HAGUE!!!!!! But my pernt here was about Sir Bruce A.P., who was me classmate in Misses Mildred B. Young's morning class, and also was in Sir Daniel Mackey's great afternoon class. The entire story fits, and yet only a team of trucking Einsteins' would ever B capable of ever putting this entire nightmare on quintessential goddessdog steroids all together; YO ME' BREEEEEEE!!!!!! Way back when Bruce was making his speeches that we R all humans and nobody's perfect, and then coupling thisssssssss with not so perfect Christmas trees, or ANGEL'S, I mean 'kummuhn'-YO, who out here wishes 2 copy the lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo, and cut me the tiniest lucking BRAAAAAAAAAKE here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Jesus Christ, & 61st grand-pops-Uncle; what GIBBS and what's GIVENS here; oh all U awesome nightmare washcloth scumbags of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and points a wee bit 2 the south, as well as 2 the goddessdog west, YO? If anyone of U out here had 2 go through all of this beyond outlandish nightmare on quintessential steroids cubed and totally trucking butt CUBAN, you'd B nothing but rambling babbling non Egyptian Babylonians 4 crying out goddessdog louder than freight train bullhorns, YO BRO!!!!!! Yes world, I have a powerful and great respect 4 what Pink Sky-God can do 2 me, 4 'knowing and telling', and saying 2 much stuff about HER. I remember those Lower Merion High School Principle Doctor Edward Snow of Narberth, PAUSAESMWG's wife days, one of me' in-law grannies, lovely ole' Mizz MIMI, and I remember a whole goddessdog lot more of another MIMI, and those days in my more grown up adult life, speaking of these post-INFO death electronics assault on me TIMES, here in demonic butt 2023, & all beginning in early middle April, and just as with 1986; NOT EVEN TRYING 2 MOTHER LUCKING EVER LOOK BACK 4 ONE DARN BUTT NEW YORK MICROSECOND!!!!! SHE had my entire computer hacked, from the second that I bought HER GAME in 2008, & after SHE told me 2 in a weird dream that I never ever blogged or told one darn butt soul about, not ever, naught ever ever never; oh Mizz 1983 phone-company BLAKE, mahm'! I know what PINK-SKY GODDESS can do 2 me, oh world, and all great 1994 angels, songs, barriers, or permissions, as obviously and 2 quote the illustrious mighty KING FAMILY here, as with enough power, along comes endless license or “PERMISSIONS” 2 do anything we want, & on or off of mother ducking 5th AVENUE in NYC-NYUSAESMWG!!! Hey, we all know that I blogged major zit in 2006 and 2007, and long B4 my kid began moving against me 4 daring 2 say stuff. Stuff like all of the wild dreams since the early middle nineties, like my in-law granny of Narberth, my cousins on the Woody-G islands, 'large butts', and 'other buts'; and without future interdimensional cheeses, hoses, houses, medical situations, and if I knew then WHAT I DO NOW FOLKS, of course Ida just shut the duck up so as 2 have avoided all of this goddarn butt blow-back that I am now being pummeled and bombarded with, from the MACY GANG of WASHCLOTHS!!!!!!! I talked about Bruce and what he said, I talked about the black cat owned by my coworker at the medical institute named “Precious”, and the list is beyond endless; and the proof is all there from archiving this entire blog project. We all know that my kid is killing me now, along with her pal and my distant cuzz, who will become the KING OF AMERICA, and will stop at absolutely nothing 2 get 2 what he wants with that, as HE TOLD ME AS KIDS IN THE PARK ONE DAY, WHILE COVERING ME UP WITH LEAVES; “COUSIN, I AM GONNA' B THE KING OF AMERICA SOMEDAY”. I promise U all, this is precisely and exactly what will happen because he has the parallel event tool and knowledge 2 use it against me, he has my own trucking butt daughter working against me with her mind boggling astral plane powers and abilities, and he has an entire cult that once was over 100 and less than 1000 strong; just as Dave Roth used 2 tell me when we discussed OTAMM and WO-MO, back in 1988 and 1989, outside of his driveway of his Philadelphia home, at 5133 Oakland Street; & not that far away from the magical Shirley Laboratory and Throat Specialist Office, of half a decade earlier in time, Mister Roofdog Romano King and kid, in ACNJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So where R-U when we really need U-2 tell it all; oh lovely twitch-nose Lizzy Montgomery from early October of 2008; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????????????
So let us C if it was the cursing or the other unspeakable content that is being illegally censored off in this absolutely un-free USA!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
“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 momma, 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?????
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 trucking spine, down in mucking butt 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 PEE-HA!!!!!
(3-4) (7-12) (19-84)
Splits, dual memories, & switches; all part of HSE & TOSE.
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, and during a heated debate, and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the late autumn of 1984. 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 ducking 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 shore, nor 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 trucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting that the lab technician at the throat specialist's 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 mucking 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 ducking 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 tapes, as well as chronologically perfect order”. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me, “Shirley is real mad at U because U 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 trucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very lab-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 have been there that day next week. The doctor is a personal friend of her father's, and they were all 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 “U and Shirley are nuts, and to go to ducking hell”. When I went off to my security job that night at Petty's Island, and came home all upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major mucking quirk offs, I then found the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY RUNT EATING STICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID TRUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SLAP. I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked. U all know what yucking fell down in late 1984 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 zit, 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 that 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, and I will argue that with anyone of U, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, then you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members, and they told me I was a butthole 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 ducking 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, since 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 mucking slap 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 ducking nuts after all the zit 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; oh my wonderful Dad!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THERE, Mister Arthur Crane SIR: ARE U OUT THERE SHIRLEY 'MAGICTELLY' OF THE TILLEY'S? SHEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOT!
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE END OF 2014, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, GIVE OR TAKE, BASED ON THE 'PEP' AVERAGE AS WELL AS MY DARN CONTINUAL ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF NEARLY 30 YEARS, SINCE THIS ALL MOTHER TRUCKING BEGAN ON AUGUST 15, 1986. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN BUTT ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE DUCKING SLAP, EVER SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; IS MONSTROUS TIMES INFINITY. I WOULD NOT CARE IF THIS STOCK AVERAGE WAS ONE MILLION BASIS POINTS; BUT IT IS HARASSING ME TO DEATH ENDLESSLY; THAT FOR SOME STRANGE WEIRD REASON; I SEEM TO HAVE A YUCKING PROBLEM WITH!!!!
NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS ZIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER TRUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Good Lord and 25 cents, Mister McKinnon from 1980 and 1982; where is all of this goddessdog zit gonna' lead us all into now, YO? Have you ever ever wondered? Seriously Saru, forget about the cock yucking shadows and other unexplained mysterious. The ESS is the answer and the reason for all that goes down with humanity here on Planet Earth, my BRAHHHH!!! Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS 0808, but not in OHM-8, or in eighty-eight, SO PRAISE THE LORD, MISTER ROBERTSON HURRICANE STOPPER!!!!
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