11:20 P.M., Thursday night, June 15, 2023
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 1
These R no longer my blogs per se' as it is my blogs, but until my library appointment early in July when I'll B shown how 2 remove my blogs from public view, this will only B a two function system using the Blogger dot Com system as a near-eternal filing office of a sort. This dual function system is my own personal records and files as well as an ongoing letter to my lawyer pal, sir SWAP, codenamed by the Mountainpen. Simple as that, so until the end of the month, public viewers won't B stopped from reading this or any prior junk up here posted by the eternally suffering miserable Sir mountainpen. Again, simple as that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE & WOW!
So let's begin here, “hi Steve”, 2 quote lovely Merry from back in middle 2009 somewhere while residing at the FBI agent's home on 13th Street in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. Well, actually she left that somewhat short and somewhat weird message 4 me, while I was over with her distant family cousins at the local Walmart Store that day, and I know that this was her voice, as it doesn't take a sound specialist 2 hear it, and all that was missing was the social worker office with big Gab that was shortly 2 come down the line later on that year. Yes, she did not say, Steve, but rather, MARK, but still Steve sir; we have a bit 2 go over now, as now, whenever U have time 2 sit in your den at home, and go onto your great gigantic computer system there, relaxing in your easy chair; U will B able 2 read my letters 2U. 4 anyone scratching heads on this site right now and as June of 2023m is rapping up and when gone, so 2 will B any access 2 these blogs by the general public; yes, we spoke at the park around just shy of noon on Tuesday around 36 hours ago now, and we made this little plan after I informed him that the blogs won't B accessible by the general public after the starting of next month, July-2023. So 4 now, I will only speak to my pal and retired Manhattan corporate attorney, SIR SWAP. Here is what is happening since Tuesday last, we only had time 2 discuss the soon 2 begin August legal case that U have filed against thirteen of my major evil Spammenies. Wednesday and Thursday have been off the scale DEATH AIR SIEGE PERSECUTION 4 ME, YO! But if all that was wrong was my Spaceforce hellishness, I'd B in pretty fair goddamn shape, YO buddy. Let me explain this 2U me' ole' pal:
You see things the way my ex pal Jim Burr did, my entire problem is coming from my family, using that word in ways that most peeps wouldn't I suppose, since this is not by any means my immediate family or even cousins of close in relations up 2 say one or two in law removed as well as numbered generational cousins. Many times I say family when it pertains 2 baby-mama-PHHH, and even my very distant cuzz, Sir DJT. U believer that the Macy Club is the entire deal and maybe U-R correct sir, I however have some damn reservations. B4 we explore further down this road, I need 2 merely update U on stuff happening around me over the past two to three weeks since we had no opportunity 4 those updates at the park 36 hours ago. This is Y-U went on 2 tell me 2 start this system as I am now so doing here. First, stuff happening around the world is beyond 3-D, and I know this as sure as I know my name is naught Henry Hanks Rudderfeather Junior, or even Mizz Blake, 4 that matter! I don't buy the so called random happenings of dozens of recent things; from magical Pennsylvania highway areas suffering wild and weird disasters, all the way 2 numerous strings of events that when all tied together from Morianity, along with a wee bit of insider-info from sources in the entertainment industry, showing the odds of random occurrence in all of it being in the trillions 2 one against mere coincidence. Much of this started directly following the wild incident with the plug that I pulled out of Mowry's machine in his office on the eleventh day of April if memory is correctly serving me, as life has gone so far beyond surreal even 4 me sir, that I am no longer remembering all of this shit with total clear accuracy and acuity, YO. But ole' pal, things today, Thursday the 15th of June went beyond off the scale surreal and nuts. If not 4 one thing that happened 2 me today, I would have had proof at least 2 my own trucking satisfaction that I HAVE ABSOLUTELY DIED AND GONE 2 HELL, ON AUGUST 15 OF 19865, but one thing did kill my absolute proof, and being an honest person, I'll fess up 2 it. No more lies like Sarah coming 2 my rescue on the night of July the 12th in 1970 on that goddamn miserable Atlantic city public bus at around half past ten at night. No lies, that was the only lie that I ever told on my Morianity, and I have lived 2 regret it, 4 numerous reasons; even after fessing up 2 it, and explaining my desperate need 4 doing it, being the retention of what was left of my puny residual sanity, back around 2006 and 2007 somewhere. U know the story, as we have discussed this outside of the store shortly after we first met and U told me U had read a lot of my blogs as has that group that U told me about, one of its representatives who printed up copies and meetings were held where several blogs were topics of bizz and one of the blogs was my blog. But screw Sarah, as this entity has been messing with me 4 trillions of goddamn years and this need not B part of the discussion here on this day. Yes, if that horrible prick had not been executed today, I would have had absolute proof that I WAS INDEED IN HELL, as not one thing worked 4 me nor has in a very long time. While trying 2 make things work, my communications were messed with in HUUUUGE WAYS on top of the hellishness I already was being put through. Every single time a man spelled his last name 4 me so that I could tell the medical peeps this necessary information, the cellphone stopped letting my have a signal, and we tried this 5 times; and this is not the first time this has happened to me; and we both know this is done by the mother fucking National Security Agency, just as was told 2 me by Sir Arthur SOOOOOOOOO awesome Crane back in 1991 or 1992 somewhere up in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG at the TCE Plant once known as the old RCA place. We also both know that the only reason that Trump wants 2B in a position of absolute ruler of America is so that he can have me wiped out forever, and this is Y all of this makes total sense from the swing-bat. I have had 2 of the most incredible mother fuckin g super BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, today and yesterday, and following our Tuesday meet at the goddessdog park, YO sir! U-R also totally aware Sir SWAP, that I will include my metaphysical computer counterstrike on these letters-2U-Blogs, and SOOOOOOOOOO, here goes:
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 beyond viciously and causing about the worst two BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14 and June 15 of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment, phone and utility harassment, and numerous magic tricks making everyone around me treat me like total goddamn shit, 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.
Steve sir, I could wipe out your mind with just stuff from the past week or so. Here is one short example ole' buddy: The entire time that I was suffering with the Comcast peeps, with my attempts at getting a modem-battery, guess what? I HAD ONE SITTING IN A DRAWER IN MY NORTH BEDROOM, IN ITS ORIGINAL CARDBOARD MAILING BOX FROM THE COMCAST, THAT THEY HAD SENT 2 ME BACK IN 2016, WHIE I WAS RESIDING BACK AT THE 'PEE-HA' BUILDING. When they had originally sent this 2 me, I never used it, or even opened up the mailed box as I thought it would B way 2 complex 4 me 2 figure out how 2 install it. I know now that it is literally as easy as pie, not pi; and I put it into my new system, and it works fantastically. Power went out the other day after Diana (Lightning) struck my porch, and knocked out a lightning arrestor device close by, 4 about an hour and three quarters; much longer than my battery back up computer brick lasts as that is good 4 about 40-50 minutes, tops. It was a cheap model and I know some bricks costing 500 bucks will last five hours, but the battery lasts between 4-6 hours according to the specifications included with it inside of the box. When power dies, it does allow my phone 2 work, the online stops but the power is reserved I guess 4 maximizing an emergency phone power. I went through a hell beyond any way of describing it 2 anyone trying 2 get a battery that I had in my drawer in my bedroom the entire time, but Diana in a powerful dream showed me that it was there, just as SHE did with that Harner music project cassette tape in a different area of that bedroom, in the closet. Speaking of DIANA, SHE has come around 2B with me almost daily 4 a month now, and it is just like the first year when I lived here back in '21. Steve, when I calm down, and when this string of BOTBARS ever comes 2 a mother fucking end; I will then post up a very detailed info-packet 4U in my CHAPTER 2 letter. 2 quote lovely and Latengrate Mizz Karen Carpenter here, “I've only just begun”. BYE-BYE!
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