Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER 3
It is now 20 past seven on this 17th evening in June, and I AM SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE AND THREE FOR FOUR MOST RECENT DAYS. I am under a major night aerial assault and already am super botbar and had lots of horrendous shucking fit happen 2 me all day long, beginning at the second that I got up out of trucking bed, YO. On top of this, much of the entire year of 2013 has been taken off my blogs, and I am sending my e-mail complaint concerning this 2 the Blogger Team, as I need my stuff up here so that I can turn it into a private blog, and stop these MACY SPACEFORCE CLUB BRIGGBASE SPAMMENIES from hurting me this monstrously, and getting totally away with it by wiping out my record of this monstrous inhuman soulless activity, that is straight out of DOGTOWN; which is futhermucking AKA-------------- H----E----L----L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These 2 titles have been forced 2 merge on my file-docks, Sir Swap Sir.
Supplemental Blog Entry of 3 June, 2023, PART B
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There R many new things in this PART B. It is not a duplicate work, Sir S.
If almost nobody is interested in my story any longer, then fine and candy-dandy, don't let me waste your time350580 Mike Soft HellWRECKER YO, OR MINE BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! After this weekend, I will begin a blogging schedule that is extremely erratic and sporadic, maybe close down altogether. My range of 240-420 WPVC has fallen completely, and ever since the days just shy of both of the great birthday's, or all 3 if we count one transdimensional birthday (BD), that of PEE; some weird strange thing has happened 2 me and peeps have lost interest in my story or 'whatever-Congressman', SIR. 2 bad, as I've only goddamn opened up foundations 2 junk that was about 2 get beyond incredible, and it is safe 4 me 2 say now and under oath if this could B arranged; that if this blog had gone on as I had hoped would B the case; some of U would have gotten a mind blow of life altering proportions, especially when I would start posting up even far better 'proofs' 2 the junk in my life 2 boot. Now it seems that U have all 4 the most part, lost your interest in me and my goddamn story, hey fine. That's entirely your privilege and right 2 do, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So it will B Madonna's 1983 show curtains once and 4 all with this emmereffing blog, as I don't have time 2 waste on folks who don't appreciate this story like no other in the history of humanity. As I speak on this Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning at 10:32, the motor-biker dirthole is annoying me, and there R several of them now, and soon if I don't leave America entirely, I will move as I once had planned 2 do, into a place in Vero Beach, the town 2 my north; where I am on a waiting list at a place where these things don't happen, only trouble is I don't like those apartments and their inside floor plan half as much as I like where I am presently. So to quote my goddessdog mother here as she said 2 me endlessly and repeatedly when I was a young lad living with her; “Mark, this is Earth, not Heaven”!
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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER 3
Supplemental Blog Entry of 3 June, and Chapter 3 are now a merged work due 2 complicated problems, oh Sir SWAP. pweeeeeeeeze bare with this SIR, as I am going through major intense trucking DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is now 20 past seven on this 17th evening in June and I AM SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE AND THREE FOR FOUR MOST RECENT DAYS. I am under a major night aerial assault and already am super botbar and had lots of horrendous shucking fit happen 2 me all day long beginning the second that I got up out of trucking bed, YO. On top of this, the entire year of 2013 has been taken off my blogs, and I am sending my e-mail complaint concerning this 2 the Blogger Team, as I need my stuff up here so that I can turn it into a private blog and stop these MACY SPACEFORCE CLUB BRIGGBASE SPAMMENIES from hurting me this monstrously and getting totally away with it by wiping out a record of this monstrous inhuman soulless activity straight out of DOGTOWN, which is futhermucking AKA-------------- H----E----L----L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get “dreamed-down” here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally; and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this ducking time travel horse puke, YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract skit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the slit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe???? I see that my spell checker HAS HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I rebooted; it is fixed, FCC, again.
UNTIL THE NEXT TIME, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967 when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios back in 1980, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a 'Joe Berrios Flash-Run' back in 1990, with any translated cassette tapes all notwithstanding of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, as you know; a few key times in my life seem to make the rest of it all, connect up in some powerful and magical way; such as moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing those four demo songs, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; on April 30th and May 1st of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my work-shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL Sound Studio Labs, at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! None of this is some sick mucking joke or pathetic asshole damn delusion. When Sarah Krassle tells me I am THAT BOY, and also, THAT-DOG-YANCY, and HER YANCY; well, trust me peeps; I DON'T ARGUE WITH AN ALMIGHTY BEYOND WHITE HOT TEEN QUEEN; MISTER Q!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, MOMMY AND DOCK SHRINER BREYERS OF 1971, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DIRT BAG MORTIMER DEATH ANGEL MORTINO JUST PASSED BY MY RIGHT DUCKING SIDE AT 1:43 ON THIS EARLY FRIDAY MUCKING RUNT MORNING!!! This was in the times of about a decade ago or so, and now when is he NAUGHT ALL OVER ME ANNOYING ME, MIZZ AT&T PHONE COMPANY BLAKE OF 1983????????
I am taking my lightning goddess DIANA with me on my bombing mission soon when I go off to sleep. The BRIGGBASE will be wiped out first, and then on the mortal world, don't look for me, as I will be invisible, and I have my targets all worked out for total obliteration. Year after year after mother mucking skit eating year this endless slit goes on. If they want war, then they shall have their trucking runt eating war; my great friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRR.
Julia and Julian, old style televisions, old and new calendars, all notwithstanding here peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merging thoughts with varying times, is a weapon that I've not even opened up with the public and now, I never will Sir SWAP. Only U will get 2 know this totally brain busting cow slit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
Please don't ever click here, naught ever, Mizz Blake. I am up here in middle June of 2023 getting my mother ******* ass kicked apart by the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES. Don't ever click there, anyone out here; naught just Mizz AT&T BLAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Labels: ANSWERING PEOPLES QUESTIONS, BLACK-HAT-HACKERS, ENEMIES FROM HELL, NEIGHBORS FROM HELL, ALIENS-UFO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, SUPERNATURAL, DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, SPACEFORCE, DONALD JOHN TRUMP
I should of course add in here to my above listed old labels, the end of America as we all know it, those my age with any sense left at all, that is. But enough time merging technology 4 right now, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC:
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 4 BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14, 15, 16, and 17, of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment both in the morning, and then another death level night siege, that began around half past six on this 17th night in June, phone and utility harassment, broken toilets, klutz out attacks, endless death angel attacks, and numerous and endless goddamn magic tricks of the ETTOS, that makes 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.
Sir Swap; the Spammenies have managed 2 remove half of my entire blogs. They've been all hacked off, and the Blogger Team in my opinion is illegally messing with me. They know that I am going 2 remove my blog from public view, and R screwing with me. So 2 is the Macy Club, quite obviously; only I know that U-R the 1 person whose arm I need not ever try 2 twist on that particular point, great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can we add this 'BDC' 2 our legal harassment list???????????
SIR SWAP, I am under the worst, and I mean the absolute ducking worst death siege of my entire life, that began 4 me back 4 days ago; the day following our last park meet. This is now an official dying utterance & declaration directly 2U, sir. If I am found dead in this residence, I WAS ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY FRUCKING MURDERED, SIR, SO TELL SAINT, LUCIE COUNTY SHERIFF MASCARA, THAT “THEY GOT ME”!!!!!
A-----N-----D, yessir oh damn ass world out there,
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
They got me GOUUUUUUD; Mizz lovely H-Zabriskie of 1999!!!
My 3rd letter 2U now ends, SIR SWAP.
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 2
Posted on 6/17/2023 @ 1:35 P.M.
SIR SWAP; I AM UNDER A SUPER HORRENDOUS FUTHERMUCKING DEATH SIEGE AND THIS IS NOW MY STRAIGHT STRINGING 4th GODDAMN BOTBAR DAY NOW, YO! Officially sir, this is a beyond wild and major goddamn:
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U wanted 2B given some math-stats on my magnetic percentage 4 botbar, so that your pals in the dark net club of wild meetings (DNCWM), as I'll B using a shortened initialed abbreviation here 4 this from now on sir; wish 2 analyze the way my SPACEFORCE ENEMIES or my SPAMMENIES, use their very intelligently and organized harassment's and monstrous persecutions on me in their precise and well defined endless pattern throughout the past four solid decades now, oh sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! But B4 we delve any deeper into that, I will say that yesterday's BOTBAR was caused not so much by direct OTAMMIC-ASSAULT on me but rather, as a direct covert resulting factor of their horrible wickedness applied against me that Mountainpen and Morianity refer 2 on these nearly 18 year long blogs now, as NEGGAMAGGING, or the direct cosmic effects of having forces endlessly continue 2 injure me and make my life an endless living DOGTOWN (HELL), and thus things then go onto spiral in a sort of cosmic momentum of a sort, and then shit around me goes bad without any further applied energies until the eventual slow down of that momentum, no differently than pushing a car along and taking short breaks as the car moves a short while all by itself if on a flat surface. Neggamagging is very real, no differently operating with me on my nightmare hellishness than this hypothetical car push example. Yes, I made up the word and it stands simply for NEGATIVELY MAGNETIZED, working on automatic momentum that permits the more than 100 and less than 1000 of these 1988 scumbag dirt holes to take breathers in-between major assaults on me, and thus not lose the negative effects that they R perpetrating upon me so long as the sabbatical times remain relatively short periods. Remember that these now in modern day times OTAMMIC grouping of utter total sleazy-slime-skuz, OTAMMITE'S refer 2 themselves as loyal TRUMP supporters, but back in 1988 when Dave Roth and I discussed this in his driveway in my car that late night; they hadn't yet grown 2 their now presently astronomical sized proportion of BRIGGBASE DEMONIC WICKEDNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dave and I were simply speculating back then, on the size of our newly found enemy grouping that I had named the ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, or simply shortened into OTAMM; and trying 2 understand the bigger picture of just what was happening 2 us and going on around us WITH THIS GROUP OF HELL-PEOPLE who had suddenly just popped up all around us, and WE KNEW THAT WE WERE NOT IMAGINING ANY OF THIS AND WERE NOT ONE DAMN ASS BIT CRAZY EITHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny is it naught, how these two MACY CLUB PEEPS seemingly R able 2 endlessly bring me wild dreams with them, and it isn't that I go around dwelling on them, as unless I am blogging or telling someone in the real world offline about them which is a very rare occurrence now a days; I am not thinking about them, yet they come flooding into my nightmarish dreams all the goddessdog time oh sir, just as U said they have this strange ability 2 do; and 'witch-PHHH' all totally notwithstanding, or most likely aniwho!!!!!!!!!!!!! But U said something 2 me about four years ago, while telling U this right outside the great Walgreen's Store at Ohio and Route #1 one sunny hot day. U asked me if any of these incredible dreams that come 2 me without seeming cause, rhyme, or reason, ever contain both Trump & Carey, and I remember that question striking me like a bolt of lovely DIANA. I said back 2U after maybe a ten second thought-pause, “No sir, that has never happened that I can remember”. 2 this very day 4 years later now this very minute in time, oh SIR SWAP, this has never ever happened in all of the time since about 1997 when it all started happening 2 me shortly after moving out of my second stay at the Highview Apartments and then moving into the Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG death house at 112 Harvard Avenue, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We will delve deeper sir into thissssssssssss as I type on both on this as well as future following letters 2U, me' BRRRRRRRRR. As I told UB4 SIR, these letters will also include my MAGNESONIC COUNTERSTRIKES against me enemies, and this will come now without any further friggin' delay, ole' pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote the great dude of those Jersey bars in spring time of the 2000 year, Sir Chester-Frank, and one of numerous associations I've had in me' life with dudes with two 'first-names', CHESTER-FRANK; in case anyone from the illustrious Piquet Security Company of 1979 is interested where my Commanding Officer (CO) was Sir Bob George; a big fat ugly sloppy and somewhat KT-PEE-DQ-1997-WEEEDEEEKAWUSS, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 4 BOTBAR DAYS of my entire life, June 14, 15, 16, and 17, of 2023, with off the scale air death siege harassment, phone and utility harassment, broken toilets, klutz out attacks, endless death angel attacks, and numerous and endless goddamn magic tricks of the ETTOS, that makes 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.
Now
SIR
SWAP; when we were
at the park back on Tuesday morning, we briefly got on the topic of
the “DARK SHADOWS” television
show from 1966, through the first quarter into the year of 1971; and
how I parallel the main character in that show,
Mister Barnabas Collins and due 2 some wild and weird curse that
seemingly has been placed upon me, by an
evil woman-witch-pink goddess,
U take it from here Congressman of the future sir,
“WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know how the entire show began,
when it began, who my nabes were, who my mom was dating B4 her days
of dating Sir Sidney Cohen Crown, and all of this nasty ass mess from
straight out beyond Dogtown's gates. U know about Mayor
Rohr and Cousin Harriet,
my upstairs nabe Misses Betty Johnson,
her nephew the Maryland camp counselor who played the role of her son
in this fantastic television show, the wild cellphone statement made
on the show by gorgeous and beyond hot Mizz
Victoria Winters, and even the
wild SPACEFORCE appearing vehicle over Colinwood on several of the
opening prints of the establishing-shot that shows the mansion and
the airplane or thing on the print-image resembling exactly my
everyday OTAMMIC AIR ASSAULTS on me. I have told others
about this wild phenomenon as well, and right up 2 the music
box of Barnabas' endless love 'JOSETTE', being suddenly altered from
one tune 2 another tune; and without any explanation
whatsoever being given either on the show, or even on all of the
documentary and commentary final discussions on the box set that
viewers can purchase or borrow at any library, where actors in the
show or others who were behind the show such as writers and producers
and so forth, talk and R interviewed and many things R discussed, yet
no one ever has mentioned this changing tune on Josette's music box.
4 Absolutely no reason yesterday while watching my ROKU-television
and the Dark Shadows APP, my right channel cut out on my head phones
at a precise spot at the show that is major connected into stuff we
recently discussed several days ago, oh SIR. This all went down last
night, 6-17-2023 at approximately 10:20 last night, Friday night. The
cosmic reason 4 all of this is clear as a bell, at least 2 me, YO.
Without involving any 7 plagues, King and Pharaoh dreams, Biblical
Prophets, transdimensional hyperspace, towel seepage effects,
Diagnostic Statistical Manuel
explanations of dream analysis, at least 4 the very most part, oh SIR
SWAP; is a song from 1983 known 2 only a handful few Earth persons as
of the 2023 year, and a world famous song from 1997 that was
connected into this entire mess and the handful of peeps who know
about it know that this is absolutely real and true beyond any
possible ability 2 deny it. THAT is the 7 plagues magic system of the
BIBLE, that allows me under the great James Redfield Synchronicity
Syndrome; 2 decode Josette's music box's DOULBE-TUNE!!!!!! I totally
know that the bible has been Catholic-Canonized 4 numerous reasons,
and can only hope that the other magical symbolic connections don't
allow TRUMP 2B freed from his numerous evil illegal crimes and
criminal charges, due 2 surname-judges, YO STEVE, YO, ME'
BRO!!!!!!!!! Only blind and ignorant fools, who obviously covertly
and secretly created stuff like the CIA, the NSA, the APA, the DSM,
and so forth; R blinded by endless and countless seek
and find expansion techniques or the SAFET as my 2022 blogs
discussed all the time back last frikkin' autumn, oh SIR
SWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I don't know Y PINK GODDESS is doing all these
things 2 me or my distant cuzz either sir, but U told me that indeed,
this is the MACY CLUB, simple as that, and at first, I didn't
completely believe U, but this year of 2023, I have come 2C this your
way, absolutely 100 percent, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Josette's
music box and its 2-separate tunes R only one teensy weensy piece of
the fantastic 'DARK SHADOWS' deal and multiple connections with me
and this wild incredible television show. I will B blogging tens of
thousands of frikkin' pages without even putting a real dent into
this because it is all so ultra complicated and yes sir, it spans
more than just my present me human lifetime, but
spans more than 13,000 years, since Pink Sky Goddess told me while
being only 10 feet away from me, on the other side of a non Long
Island fence-line, and without any holes in it 4 my quick whittle
slip through such as back in strobelight late 1972, and SHE said it 2
me, and it was no Demi Moore dream, oh Hollywood 7th
Sign of the non TOSE-Plagues and or the DSM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now so that your secret group can analyze my assaults based on my BOTBARS given me by SPACEFORCE and my SPAMMENIES or OTAMMITE'S of this organization with Astral Plane origins; I will show U on a chart and walk U through this, and they can print the copies up and analyze it all at their convenience, or as the 'Iowa farmers' might say, at their 'dern cornveenience', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY.
First we will chart the year of 2023 itself, then on the chart that follows that, will come the months of May and June, the May month will begin on Stinko-dahhh-cry-oh, or 5-5, and June will run up through this day, or this 17th of non Sarah Cooley Hall Political Prophecies Jacobson-JUNE in 2023. When I finish with the two charts, I will go on 2 quickly discuss some powerful recent-times points of magnetic resistance that is being caused me by my rotten Spaceforce Spammenies using their magical powerful hellish tricks and persecutions on me causing what Morianity labels and names “Neggamagging”!!!!! 2 charts R shown below:
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
5/5--------125-------37----------------------30
5/6--------126-------38----------------------30
5/7--------127-------38----------------------30
5/8--------128-------38----------------------30
5/9--------129-------39----------------------30
5/10------130------39-----------------------30
5/11------131------39-----------------------30
5/12------132------39-----------------------30
5/13------133------39-----------------------29
5/14------134------39-----------------------29
5/15------135------39-----------------------29
5/16------136------39-----------------------29
5/17------137------39-----------------------28
5/18------138------39-----------------------28
5/19------139------40-----------------------29
5/20------140------41-----------------------29
5/21------141------42-----------------------30
5/22------142------43-----------------------30
5/23------143------44-----------------------31
5/24------144------44-----------------------31
5/25------145------44-----------------------30
5/26------146------44-----------------------30
5/27------147------44-----------------------30
5/28------148------44-----------------------30
5/29------149------44-----------------------30
5/30------150------44-----------------------29
5/31------151------45-----------------------30
6/1--------152-------45----------------------30
6/2--------153-------45----------------------29
6/3--------154-------45----------------------29
6/4--------155-------45----------------------29
6/5--------156-------45----------------------29
6/6--------157-------45----------------------29
6/7--------158-------45----------------------28
6/8--------159-------45----------------------28
6/9--------160-------45----------------------28
6/10------161------45-----------------------28
6/11------162------45-----------------------28
6/12------163------45-----------------------28
6/13------164------45-----------------------27
6/14------165------46-----------------------28
6/15------166------47-----------------------28
6/16------167------48-----------------------29
6/17------168------49-----------------------29
MAY-JUNE MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
5/5--------5-------1----------------------20
5/6--------6-------2----------------------33
5/7--------7-------2----------------------29
5/8--------8-------2----------------------25
5/9--------9-------3----------------------33
5/10------10------3---------------------30
5/11------11------3---------------------27
5/12------12------3---------------------25
5/13------13------3---------------------23
5/14------14------3---------------------21
5/15------15------3---------------------20
5/16------16------3---------------------19
5/17------17------3---------------------18
5/18------18------3---------------------17
5/19------19------4---------------------21
5/20------20------5---------------------25
5/21------21------6---------------------29
5/22------22------7---------------------32
5/23------23------8---------------------35
5/24------24------8---------------------33
5/25------25------8---------------------32
5/26------26------8---------------------31
5/27------27------8---------------------30
5/28------28------8---------------------29
5/29------29------8---------------------28
5/30------30------8---------------------27
5/31------31------9---------------------29
6/1--------1-------0----------------------0
6/2--------2-------0----------------------0
6/3--------3-------0----------------------0
6/4--------4-------0----------------------0
6/5--------5-------0----------------------0
6/6--------6-------0----------------------0
6/7--------7-------0----------------------0
6/8--------8-------0----------------------0
6/9--------9-------0----------------------0
6/10------10------0-----------------------0
6/11------11------0-----------------------0
6/12------12------0-----------------------0
6/13------13------0-----------------------0
6/14------14------1-----------------------7
6/15------15------2-----------------------13
6/16------16------3-----------------------19
6/17------17------4-----------------------24
Now B4-I do get into my resistance points SIR SWAP; allow me 2 quickly write U and tell U here on this still public forum called 'BDC', 4 shortened abbreviation by your associate the Mountainpen, just a wee whittle tiny bit of shit pertaining 2 many things that later on will B fully elaborated on by me in future letters 2U that double as my still public blogs at BDC, oh great kind sir:!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes beautiful Mizz Katy Pee once food server later super rock star, WEEEDEEEKAWUSS also, YO! First off, my Humana benefits allow me 2 have a cleaner come in here 2 me' residence 2 aid me in stuff that I no longer am able 2 do without a lot of physical pain due 2 bad knees, such as lower shower tile cleaning. When they were here yesterday, my not so great toilet must have been used by the cleaning peeps to flush stuff that the toilet won't properly handle, and so, kapow again, it busted; and it took me two hours of plunging and water adding and eventually, it worked again, but the problem along with the hot weather caused me a definite botbar as I did not have a whole lot 2 work with 2 begin with, as U know that after a string of botbar days, each following day opens at 3-3 rating and then drops according 2 whether it is coming off of a one day prior botbar, or a two day, or a 3 or more day string, in either a quarter point, a half point, or a full point lowered right at the start, so all I was working with was a 2.5-GL-MA, and it went 2 a botbar as that was not the only thing that was screwed up but it was the major item that plummeted me into that botbar within an hour after the cleaning peeps left. There were some nasty ass klutz out situations and annoying other junk as well that I needn't bother U with here. Now today started with a super bang, lots of loud plane Spaceforce aerial harassment shortly following daybreak and then when I hung up my phone system from being with Diana while asleep last night, around half past ten or so this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning oh great kind sir; POW, the phone service went off. Comcast told me it would come back by some time between 3 and 4 and then within twenty minutes or so of my call 2 them using my cellphone galaxy that I also have their service with and the phone as well, the service was restored and the blue modem LED light returned on the box and the phones worked again. Still, the entire thing and coming off of 3 straight botbars, opening me up at a 2-2 GL-MA, and that was it, STRAIGHT OFF 2 A SUPER ROTTEN 4TH BOTBAR NOW, and each following day opens at 3-3 and drops a full trucking point sir, 2 a 2-2 day, leaving me little wiggle room 2 work jerk work off jerk off with, as I've come 2 describe this botbar-string situation as through these many futhermucking years now, YO!!!!!!!!!! On top of all of that horrendous mucking horse puke oh sir, there is a lot more as well. The death angel is major today and almost non-stop with major buzz assaults, mostly on my left side, but the right happens about every fifth or sixth time on average. This prick woke me up at around 10:20 and this is most likely when the phone went out as well. Most times that major air assaults happen now, so does the futhermucking death angel attack, and this simultaneous attack has been major now 4 coming up on a year now. Literally zillions of horrible and shitty things R non stop all around me, and this has worsened a lot more since my new death strike on Mowry 11 April day of transdimensional hyperspace. U know that story well. The blog group does 2 I'm quite sure, as I've discussed this on me' bwogs in extensive detail 4 months now since it went down live, 2 quote me' ole' coworker at RPL in 1980, Sir Joe Sivo, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't even attempt 2 bore U any further on smaller nit shit junk, 2 quote me' ole' latengrate pop, the treasure hunter who seemed 2 fascinate the great illustrious FBI so damn ass much; and U know those tales as well, oh wonderful great mighty sir!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA, as Mister McNulty said it so well back in the autumn days of 1971, and tale end of the summer as well.
Lightning has visited me every single day without exception 4 an entire month, oh wonderful SIR SWAP. How I love HER and no words could ever exist 4 my telling HER just how much I love HER and need HER, Steve Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT, but we both know that there is so much more 2 this tale and until U can get my story out 2 this blind foolish world somehow, what good is it 4 me 2 even utter one more goddessdog word about it all, oh SIR???????? On top of all of this shullbit junk oh SIR, my cum-puke-her is very difficult 2 operate when magical HALLS FAWCES endlessly R screwing the Dogtown with me on this goddessdern thing, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! And SHE says that I play games with coded poems, hey Steve; U truly R a genius as U had this all pegged back when my dirt bag cuzz just won the goddessdog election in late sixteen 4 cryin' out louder than 20 foot distant thunder claps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know those 3 recent movies from this very 2023 year were only made by the Spammenies after reading my blogs, using me up like a dirty drinking fountain infected by the Bubonic sucking plague and then spitting me out without ever letting me have one damn ass cent, intentionally keeping me in sub ass poverty 4 seventy trucking ass years now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I calm down and if this goddamn ass botbar string ever backs up off of me SIR SWAP, I will say so much junk on here 2U, it will make U half nuts 4 life, and IPYT oh SIR!!!!!!!!!! But 4 now, let me get on points of enemy Spaceforce resistance, that always, and ever since this all began 4 me with them in the goddamn 1980's; is reflected mathematically on these type of life pattern charts, and MP4B being only one of many of those charts. I don't need 2 go into 2 much if someone is mathematically oriented 2 begin with and takes a goddessdern gander at my posted up month and a half figures here on this blog-letter. Just look at how the 2023 annual chart shows a resistance point that cannot B broken and this is because this is not some imagined junk. It's because a real live group of devils, and sicko demented psychopaths, and soulless monsters from Dogtown's outer gates divided by the speed of light squared, and existing here and now in the material world; IS DOING THIS TO ME, HAS BEEN SINCE I LEFT SCHOOL IN LATE JANUARY OF 1973, AND OBVIOUSLY WILL CONTINUE DOING THIS TO ME UNTIL, AS SQUIRE STAR TREK TRILANE SAID IT ONLY 2 WELL BACK IN THE MIDDLE 1960'S, “I AM DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”, and I'll add in here, 4 lovely Mizz Patton, and Mister Meloni, of L&O-SVU about 13 years ago; that all great Carriage Lamp Michael Gutherman Magical Mushrooms need not even B required here 2 make any of me' unmissable and totally undeniable pernts, huh wonderful Mister Archibald Bunker, from Queens, NYUSAESMWG????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT-but, just where is me' ole' computer programmer associate from 1973 and his fictionally altered name in great books such as TPB from 1994 written by the Mountainpen? Y Jimmy Y, Y did U tell me all those things, back at the PCI Computer School and the days shortly following those days where we met?????????????? Just Y, after-all; wasn't I having enough problems already with lovely gorgeous beyond white hot Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H.??????????? Jesus Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Steve Sir, when we throw into this mix here, the great alchemist of Atlantic City that following summer scummer in 1974, while I was staying 4 days at Selena Dada's rooming house on Stenton Place in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, followed by his returning 2 me in that powerful FUTURE VISION, WITH THE WORLD SERIES PHILLIES WIN, WHERE PART OF THIS STORY WAS TOLD BACK IN THE END OF SEPTEMBER OF THE YEAR OF 2008, WHILE I WAS RESIDING WITH THE KING FAMILY OF WASHCLOTH HELLISHNESS ON STEROIDS AND CUBED-SQUARED HAVANA CUBAN; and what can we get here beyond Tom Glenn's super sounding gee-tar and visit 2 my apartment, 1802 Robin Hill in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG; and the wild original 2 SCYLLA PINK interactions, December of 1969, June of 1980, and then September of the 1980 inverted numerological number year, 2008; and the hubby of human life present time Pink Sky Goddess, and who knows SIR SWAP, just how lovely Mizz Berlin, NJUSAESMWG news editor fits in here as well, Jean Ruba Smith, or however her name is spelled???????? Tom calls me a fucking fagot, she calls me a goddamn child molester without actually saying it, and even after I warned her that she needed 2 get past the first 5 cassettes and that SHE WOULD HEAR A LITTLE VOICE IN HER HEAD TELLING HER NOT TO, AND THEN SHE DID, AND STILL, SHE DID NOT LISTEN TO ME. And U say I am not in HELL, oh wonderful Sir SWAP SIR? I beg 2 slightly differ wonderful marvelous sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then Sky Pink HERSELF says that 'I play games' and lie on my 'rhyming coded poems'. WOW-2-THAT-1, Sir Swap, just plain old non Annie Cornfields Costner Dreamfields, 'WOW', YO!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Steve Sir, just how many astral names does Ricktofarious truly have on the great ASTRAL PLANE, as SHE, according 2 biblical scriptures, has many many many of them; with only a few of them known by the mortal Earthers here in the waking realities of the 5th D-H?????????????????? And then, just how many meanings in Greek or American spanning the numerous damn ass mellenia R there as well? All names have meanings Sir Swap, and my kid ain't the only person/entity in creation who knows that wild secret, and neither is the great 'K'B Cult of Holly-Cali!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, a big fat ass WEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to all of that stuff; right Mister automobile salesman of the 60's, Sir Bob Gagnus??????????????? “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, MIKE!!!!!!!
No sir, I never had an interaction in all these days since 1997 when this crap with my kid seemed 2 get going without my ever even knowing about it, with both her and Trump. “NEVER EVER EVER NEVER”, as the lovely Motown-Queen Mizz Diana Ross, who was actually born Diane Ross; would say this so 'vely vely vely' non-Bob McDowell well, YO STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Boy oh boy oh boy” Uncle Billy, and Sir Swap. Hey, at least it ain't Uncle Goukas; as Stuart, Stewart, Goukas, and other translated verbiages, all mean the same thing on the Astral Plane of true energetic reality, from where we all R dreaming off of in these human life experiences and scattered all throughout time and hyperspace, or (the 4th and the 5th dimensions). PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE don't even get me going with this right now, lovely Eckert Pharmacy lady from 2002 or anyone else, oh Lordess, Sir SWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I calm down and this botbar string from Dogtown's Gates ever comes 2 a goddessdog end YO, I will get into some real brain breaking horse stenches Sir, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 right now however, it is time 4 me 2 try and relax with some did-din and some damn ass ROKU-TV, jive as all these entertainment systems all R, and believe me Sir, I've got their number on all of the crap going down; and 2 quote lovely Doctor Dags from right here in this dimension, “Just who do these jokers think that they R fooling”??????????? WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C-U SOON BUT NOT AT THE PARK UNTIL JULY AS U SAID!
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 2023 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 believe 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 1986, 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 me 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 fucking 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, WHILE 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!
“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.
Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM