Holy Callio-COW-LEO-Holly Hollister HH call-ten. I am now SUPER-HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC AND BOTBUR ON THIS JEWELLY WHITE DATE OF 11-192, AND THIGS LOOK A WEE BIT BLEAK 4 THE PITIFUL PATHETIC NON-LR Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 18
11-192, early on Friday afternoon, @ 1:27 P.M.
A nasty air assault is starting up and the SPACEFORCE HAS ALSO STRUCK ME STEVE-SIR, with another doozie-whopper HAVANA HEALTH ATTACK on my BOWELS, causing me a nasty major slit attack shortly past noon, and a giant CHEMTRAIL is also outside and directly over me' residence at the QUIET-WATERS Trailer Park of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. I guess U couldn't get our marvelous county-sheriff 2 wield his protective services on me today as I had hoped, and I dare naught venture out today 2 the Port Saint Lucie Walmart Store's TECHY-JOINT, and will have 2 live with this screwed up CUMPUKEHER until tomorrow, Saturday, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, me' kind and awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THIS.
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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me starting on this Wednesday evening the 28th day in June, and now into this 29th day in June, growing beyond major on this 30th day of June, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with HEAVY AIR SIEGE, MAJOR HEALTH AND BOWEL ASSAULTS WITH THEIR SPACEFORCE HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY, and beyond major heavy computer hacking, and also computer interference or whatever covert trickery is being employed, SO AS 2 ENDLESSLY STOP AND PREVENT ME FROM EVER DOING ANYTHING AT ALL WHATSOEVER ON THE INTERNET, AND ON MY COMPUTER; AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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MY ENDLESS POST '8-1986-ICPE-APE HELL'-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
10 to 1 SS, this siege on me is STOCK MARKET RELATED, and no, I've naught been trucking following their diseased Wall Street corporate greed and garbage-Reaganomics on sicko steroids. U go President JRB, U go, as I am praying 4U every single day, and U-R one of the best presidents this nation ever had, so tell all of your credits that your wannabe pal Mountainpen says 4 them all 2 go straight into Purgatorial-Dogtown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miserable rotten Jane Notfondauoneweebit Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease, just nailed me real damn 'GOUUUUUUUUD', 2 qote me' ole' 1999 gal-pal, Mizz Helen Zabriskie; YO SS. I will now need 2 do a quick whittle runt-phlegm-nation here with lovely 'FIVE GROUPATIONS', as spoken on the mighty ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory) (Plancktime)!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So where is Ciccy, Buffy, and Jody; oh great MISTER PURGATORIAL PIP?????????????????? Memories and pain; how it amazes me that I can endlessly force myself 2 employ a strategy once used on a Cornwall Avenue bed, when I was 15 years and 7 months old, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; while being assaulted by Sir Thomas J. Childmolester Reale, the wealthy land owner of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in summer time circa, in the year of BJWSC-(-42), also known as 1970 for crying out loud. That wonderful good old VSG-Syndrome; yes Mister Kent, and Superman; some things seem 2B able 2 actually B TURNED ON AND OFF LIKE A FAUCET, and your ability 2 make a contact, was seemingly naught being one of them, only, we all know do we naught; that wasn't absolutely any truer than 90 percent or so of this great family's Victoria Winters History-Book Dark Shadows television show 'OTHER-non-HARRAH Casino'-parallels, huh SS?????? I think that Mizz Lilly Decarlo Munster would B chiming in right about now, oh everybody, with her marvelous and so apprapos “TEE-HEE-HEE”, don't U?
SS; I think that I'll B needing 2 buy a new Walmart Desk Top computer, as this one is beyond mother ******* totally goddamn SHOT 2 TOTAL ****!!!!!!! Now the BLACK HAT HACKERS OH FBI; WON'T ALLOW ME 2 DELETE BLANK PAGES, WITH THE 'DELETE' BUTTON AFTER HIGHLIGHTING THEM, AND I NEEDED TO MANUALLY SCROLL HALF PAGE SECTIONS AT A TIME, 2 MAKE THE GODDAMN FRUCKING 'DELETE' BUTTON WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Magnesonic is gonna' B totally causing a beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUGE counterstrike, 4 this gargantual assault on me, FEDS. Just watch, and U'LL-FRIKKIN' C; YO BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As Mashell Daniels learned in late 1980, at the RPL STUDIO, according 2 my night boss, Sir Donald Cialoni; “SHE'S BEEN TOLD”. WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Sir Nixon, and all others out here that this message may pertain 2, NOW SO HAVE GODDAMN U, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and yes, all my normal operating features appear 2B dicking frucking out, one by one; so it's time 4 a new machine; and I knew all along I'd B neediong 2 buy one, so no real skin off my nose, Mister Potter and Mister Stuart; only my life is miserable, and anything BUTTERCHEESE and anything BUTT-BUT, wonderful, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I WILL TERMINATE TRANSMISSION NOW, SS!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE TELL SHERIFF KJM THAT THIS IS A AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE & DECLARATION, SS!!!!!
THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.
WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler,
but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over,
and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end
4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word
program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little
while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer
crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing
stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop
popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will
B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with
somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog
further until I get 2 the frucking bottom of this spy sweeper
problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it
re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what
have U done 2 me with all this complex slit? I am not looking 2 run a
20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho,
MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to
sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program
every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss bunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have
to skit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4
sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET
that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark,
Jane. What
U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden
of flowers 8 light years cubed.
Anyway I am not in a
doghouse,
I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks
wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my
biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write
anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my
major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get
anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2
the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most
powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail.
That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all
others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day
at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens
and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not
Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not
Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as
nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that
all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of
jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we
believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion,
totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real,
when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B.
This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out
beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a
circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that
is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought
wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old
blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift
through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its
teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists
R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an
inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is
not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box,
but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back
in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a
rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place,
between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero
dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of
itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does
learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the
Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift,
that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected
with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the
sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will
come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4
right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days
with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna'
contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not
on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked.
It is round the clock, with no let up, and not
a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE
COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON?
Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or
this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major
slit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it
never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me,
as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself
right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light
won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally
have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again
it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous
lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I
have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last
night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed.
It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U
get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that
it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by
Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the
heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep
waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then
die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up,
and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally,
that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a
dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional
existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty
truths were once up online on a website called,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money;
nor any new material
2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free
sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting
this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind
ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world
will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid
fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go
off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long
story short, the
mail
was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9
room place,
with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways;
and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful
goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now;
but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about
last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and
never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and
always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office,
and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4
a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system'
that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill
between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4
the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time
ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2
call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the
number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers
and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long
Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just
2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have
an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-O---D-I-E,
YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO,
I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders,
Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get
louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non
MC’s; I called and
spoke
my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4
Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail
count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I
have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going
2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of
any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here,
Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail
me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I
played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an
IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit
profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our
usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he
does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently
with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the
upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China
Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2
keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as
he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2
bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful
blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U
my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day,
when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I
loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that
saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back
then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a
dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not
withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my
bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas,
and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at
the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told
me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but
she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so
sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my
poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked
all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom,
at your skit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just
a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But
who am I but dog slit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of
the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the
planet at the time in ‘72.
Cheer
up Sam Walton,
my plans R all trucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of
yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me
tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit
my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I
was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the
hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where
the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make
strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t
have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void
field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U
don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows
about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I
was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh
Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous
hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends;
and then 2 the Wolf clan,
that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon
Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!
www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years
have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole
nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t
a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well,
because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am
Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They
banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall
into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y
would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND
KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and
blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne
Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry
bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATED NOW!
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