Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 5

10:16 AM, late on Monday Morning

June 19^th, 2023 Juneteenth Day Helliday-Holiday

When I went 2 copy the blue background material that is copied and printed here below SS, at five minutes past ten on this Juneteenth moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, 19 June, 2023 Monday; I was MAJOR MOTHER F****** CUM-PUKE-HER HACKED, the entire system crashed and almost was lost, but got restored sir by the OO-Program's auto system of recovery.

Steve Sir, I am SUPER HIGH 'CCOT' now, on this day; and am holding at best now, at about one point one on both GL & MA.

First off, only a handful of Professor M. Kaku types around this globe, whether at 'NYU', or anywhere else; can grasp the smallest part of why this is so powerful and so dangerous, and may B-Y-I am going through so damn dog ass much incredible persecution and siege. First off, I dared to use a military radio to talk to lightning, while working there as a guard. No human is allowed to talk to a goddess. Ancient Astronaut Theorists would use an even more dangerous name for why I got myself into such horrendous trouble back in these middle eighties times, am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? In any case, nobody can tell me who I can and can't love, and go onto dictate to me or my heart; who and what I can fall madly in love with. They think they can, and they can kill me, or torment me and harass me, and they do; just that. But no one has the power and ability to stop love, right Tracy Ullman and Chris 501 Blumblues scum?

I do know that these crash-hacks somehow pertain 2 font printing variances where some kind of BDC font when copied back 2 the Open Office Program, seems 2 cause me an intermittent problem. It doesn't always cause crashed in other words, but IT CAN INDEED F****** CAUSE A CRASH, so it is like when the Spaceforce Spammenies want it to, then it WILL HAPPEN 2 ME; SS. Also, the goddamn DEATH ANGEL is on me today like all lights out cubed and Cuban!!!!!!!!!! So after my Maggie-Counterstrike 4 this death assault on me; I will add in some powerful stuff 4 your perusal from older blogs. Yes, citizens R most definitely naught permitted 2 ever communicate with higher forms of life, naught without major retribution it would appear, oh wonderful sir, and I still say that the MACY CLUB is naught the entire picture here, a very large piece of it Yes, but naught the whole goddamn smack. Watching educational television programs over the past decade or more about the ancient astronaut theory stuff, I know that there is more 2 my goddessdog woe-whiz-me pwobwems oh SIR, than just Trump and Carey, and other distant cuzz perhaps, lovely Martha Cook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 with major endless computer crashes, hacking, and endless interruptions and have struck me a half hour ago with this most recent crash; 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 SS, it is time 4U2C a few wild things that all obviously endlessly R interconnected with the present times and always will B, so if U have any questions or queries, U can do another RC-mail delivery service and I'll blog-answer U again, so please, readeth on:

SOOOOOOOOOO, B4-I make my CAPPING-JOB, let me discuss Jewelly White's 2^nd calendar from the great South American Mayan situation in a sort of quick and abridged refresher memory course. This will let the CAP JOB tie in a whole lot better 4U. Back when the Mayan Calendar terminated after thousands of years, it did naught mean the world would end as so many of the planet's populous so believed would B the case. It simply meant that times would alter, and in ways larger than just the usual sociological alterations that happen 'intergenerationally', as I believe Morianity has coined the term and the phrase here. The 22^nd day of December in the year of 2012 was Jewelly White's first NEW CALENDRICAL DAY. In those early opening days of her 2^nd calendar, neither Mountainpen, nor his Morianity Bible, was aware as of yet in the Space-Time-Mind dimension, that exists in all of the matter-worlds goes; that Julia White and Julian Black were all one tiny yet incredibly urgent piece and part of something also yet 2B named and termed, the Seek And Find Expansion Technique of the Christian Biblical Scriptures. Only PINK SCYLLA GODDESS, who in present human form, and the 2^nd time in that form, and interacting with me over the past half century; knew of the situation that was revealed 2 me, even B4 my becoming aware of the 'SAFET', and discussing it 4 the very first time on my Morianity BOM-BLOGS in the 2^nd half of last year, 2022; and had ever gone 2 a local Fort Pierce, Florida-USA GOODWILL STORE, purchase some old original STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW VHS VIDEO-TAPES, watched them at my leisure at my PEE-HA apartment shortly thereafter, and as time passed and years passed; eventually came 2 the powerhouse unfathomable, conclusion and realization or maybe revelation is yet a better word 2 use; that PINK SKY GODDESS was obviously SARAH of 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG back in the middle and late 1960's. Hey, I didn't make up that great movie “Glitter”. It is like that famous expression U know SS, and all peeps of the world know it well, “I don't create tnhe news, I am just writing and speaking about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But when evidence begins piling up 2 the damn ass degree that these BOM-BLOGS R in fact doing and in absolutely undeniable ways 4 crying out goddessdog louder than all of Dogtown; well; it is time 2 stop PLAYING GAMES HERE, despite the whole world laughing the crap at me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. The proof 2 my entire tale here IS THIS BLOG THAT IS NOW NEARLY 18 YEARS OLD. Please don't let these pricks make it disappear, SIR SWAP, OH PWEEEEEEEZE, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had not been in sub poverty even back as a mother F****** child, with me' tiny white black and white (Julian & Julia) television set, lovely Mizz Ripoff-Brittney Crazyfamily; well SS; U know that I would have seen the PINK GODDESS and put this all together long long long Mizz Ingrid of 1984, B4-I was able 2 do after viewing the episode on the Star Trek show in COLOR after purchasing that video cassette tape (VHS) at the GW-STORE, called, “Where No Man Has Gone B4”, one of the very first 8 episodes of the original STAR TREK SHOW, if my memory is adequately serving me here. So read this cut and pasted deal now, SS, please sir. Just C how I am no nutcase crackpot, despite 1000 WFMU laugh pages and accusations 2 that damn ass effect!!!!!!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Saturday, January 14, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0297

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0297

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

START OF BLOG:

I only wish that I was still keeping a taped life journal, but this first sentence will totally perfectly dovetail and round robin itself with all of the rest of this blog. I am not, and that is the facts. Saying the family from the north is the culprit is no longer some kind of constant after today, as today was a day of super revelation. What caused it was a combination of things viewed on cable television, and the detective mindset that I have come to develop in the past decade or so resulting from the most incredible life and situations imaginable. I could end all of MORIANITY, and not care about blogging, just using the word document as my journal, but I have come this far, and until this project has ended, I may as well plug on as usual, at least for the time being.

Ann King was not lying about cousin Paula and the concert and the military and along these lines. The problem is that Ann was not talking about a few years back, but more than half a century now. I must be very discreet and subtle, and only I will absolutely understand this blog, well, and “THEM”. I had started thinking that the family was the problem, and that the island incident as a youth was quite separate. Now I can see that a major miscalculation was made. Still, even with new revelations, I am not at a place yet and maybe never will be; where I can know for certain or even near to certain; whether this is happening on a quantum level only, and then just filtering down to the post atomic sized worlds and realms that I can know and interact with, or and just as equally potentially possible, is that 'God All Mighty' has chosen to do all of this, and quantum physics exists as a mere illusion to the realer truths, just as Jim Burr implied long ago in the nineteen seventies and eighties, when he spoke his famous words of the supernatural world being behind 'magnetics', and not the other way around, as I believed. Ever since 2007 turned into 2008, I came to see that I had been blocking out from my life, a lot more than just Sarah from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City. Most people would say it is all totally normal to take what appears to be silly little things from either childhood or teen life, and push them forever into distant or consciously forgotten memory as adult life swings into beingness. This would be true in many or most cases. Certain things however proved that in my case, there was too much smoke involved in these shadows of my past, to permit them to remain endlessly shut out of the rest of my current lifetime, and the first real big one was in early June of 1980, and this of course being going to sleep and having the most powerful dreaming experience imaginable, where the song, “Love Is For Carpenters” first was sung to me in the space time continuum. Then we have six years later in the great sleepless city, then a decade after this, and then a dozen years after this, it just refused to go away. This is not me doing this, it is not my fault, and maybe it is not anyone doing this or anyone's fault, but whatever is playing out, it will not just go away. It is a run away freight train on fire, barreling down the mountainside, exploding, burning; and with totally broken brakes. When I break it all down, even compressed for tonight, and coded and carefully covertly said and done, only myself and those involved in this, will know where I am now in my thinking, at this point in Jacobson Watergate time, my lovely Senators.

Has anyone out here noticed that there basically are two things now advertised on the major media systems of America, the one being automobiles which is always the standard norm so this is a nonsecuator, and the other is the future computer, still known as phones? A child at this point can see that in a couple of years tops, computers will no longer exist. Now, carefully worded here Muscles Ed, certain great daughters seem to know the future all the time. The internet does not deny it in one aspect when the topic is Google searched, and then there was the commercial poking fun at Mark James, the dog-food and drugstore fetcher. This mocking of me was done on one of these future computer systems. Now if this seemingly omniscient being knows so much, then the question poses, why then team up with someone that in short order will be for the most part, a failed relationship? Well, if I can compare my mother's ideas of Aunt Geraldine Snow and her daughter Notralph Blakeatt, after my Aunt contracted ALS, and how I told how my mom used to refer to the two of them in a certain way because they were the only ones able to understand each other when the disease progressed; well, let us see if this concept is not a lot more real with another team. It seems that neither one cared about anything beyond getting certain double strand helix chemistry, (DNA). Remember, that I had no way of knowing the man being discussed here back in 1996, yet he sure knew me, and did not appear to be madly in love with me either. Now taking all of this, shaking it up, and throwing it onto the table; and two things come out. One is that a bizarre bunch of coincidences present themselves, and I am just forcing patterns to draw a picture, so that I can get closer to some truth; and then the other is that all of this wild stuff is totally the truth. Going with the latter here, this means that the all mighty knew recently that I was on the cusp of getting this far in figuring all of this out, and perhaps this is why I have been made to suffer so much recently. There is no proof to this however, even if the latter of the two is correct, still, let us say that the latter is indeed correct, and then so is this conjecture and postulation. I have noticed that the weather on Planet Earth is very sensitive to hyperspace stuff, and major events that normally would not seem weather connected, with and around me, but must be after all these many times. Florida is experiencing its first really cool snap at the same time of this revelation. Again, this can be right on, or right nothing. Still, it is worth typing.

Today, my scum bag nabes from across the hall have been back in their in and out and shouting in the hall mode. It comes and goes, just like all the other crap all around me 24-7-365.

Now on top of this stuff, crap at work has been timed precisely with this seemingly non-related to this location, situation, up north. Stock broker board meeting room #2 was the beginning of it, back in the beginning of autumn somewhere. Since then, my health has been under severe attack, as well as attacks on all fronts, all sides, and all flanks. As for Ann, there is no way of understanding this very complex person. She appears to be a regular Jersey hick, but she is anything but; and is way more than she appears; and tricked me into being her friend, and stole what little life I had, taking away all I had; which was not much. She has my 40 inch television, while I am down here with a 20, and she has no guilt feelings whatsoever for what her daughter Dawn did to me. There is enough shame to go around for five hundred years, that all can be divvied up evenly between this entire miserable family from the stars, or wherever? Looks like Sarah's broom did indeed come up to me, and light-switches broke all over me, or am I imagining something here, United States mother fucking Copyright Office???????????????????????????????

Then there is Billy C. There seems on the surface to be no connection, but digging a little deeper, he said to me that he knows the H branch of this family well, and they have peeps here, and near Kings Highway and Kings Ranch. Then we have both the ESB claim of ruler-ship, and Billy saying he is Jesus Christ come back, and when he takes off his shades, his eyes are glaring jewels. If I am lying about this, FBI; come fucking arrest me right now at 601 Avenue B, Apartment 607, as I've had just about enough from this bunch from hell, and something will eventually give, with or without your interference. This is an observation, not a threat. I just know simple logic, and hopefully, it will suffice George Burns and Gracie Allen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will talk a lot more as more stuff happens, and it will, it is past the point of no return now, and anyone can see this, unless they try not to look at it, WGPOS. You saw what you saw, SAM, forget son-cops and Lab Dogs, YO because this is not what is important here. Shoemaker indeed made lots of trouble for me, and their daughter Tracy, was the engineer at the Technion Building, that once was the great route 73, 901-Building. Adding the magic one of the binary code, and we get the realer emergency, right Angela and Donna?

Well folks, Whaaaaaaaaa, I will sign off for right now. Same time and channel, Batman and Jessup and Minor, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog Terminates at this pernt, ARCHIE AITF BUNKER. Give Eddie Munster my best, DW.

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KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0296

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

MORIANITY-2, JWC2, DAY 00012, BLOG-B

MORIANITY-2

JEWELLY WHITE'S CALENDAR 2, DAY 12, BLOG-B

5:29 PM-EST, AT FORT HELL PIERCED, BOTBARIDA, FL

WORST SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR OF 2013, AND NOW HOLDING AT 50% MPB FOR TWENTY FUCKING CUBNT THIRTEEN, TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN, OR HOWEVER THE NEW WAY FOR PRONOUNCING YEARS NOW IS FASHIONABLE, AS IT SEEMS TO HAVE ALTERED AGAIN, HUH, MY WONDERFUL 1969 TIME TRAVELING EDUCATOR, MISSES MAROLLA???????????????????????????????

ALL DAY TODAY, IS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING TOTAL HELL CUBED. FIRE ALARMS IN THE MORNING, CONTINUOUS DOOR SLAMMING AND SHOUTING IN THE HALLWAY, FROM THESE EVIL SATANIC SCUM BAG FILTH CHEWING UNCOUTH DIRT BAG NABES OF MINE, A MASSACRE IN MY SYSTEMS ROULETTE THIS AFTERNOON, CAUSED BY CONTINUOUS NOISE FROM THESE SHIT ASS NABES, AND AN OBVIOUSLY FLYING CUNT LAPPING DOW JONES AVGERAGES STOCK MARKET, AND MY NEGATIVE PARALLEL-EVENT TO THIS SITUATION, THAT'S BEEN FOLLOWING, STALKING, AND HAUNTING ME; LIKE A TRILLION COCK SUCKING WICKED GHOSTS; EVER SINCE THE MIDDLE FUCKING ASS NINETEEN EIGHTIES.

I KNOW LONGER BELIEVE IN ANYONE, AND THEREBY, NO ONE HAS ONE TINY BIT OF CREDIBILITY WITH ME; NO ONE ANYWHERE ON THIS DISEASED PUKE HURLING PUNY MINDED PLANET. BUT STILL, ACCORDING TO AN E-MAIL FROM DEBBIE, BACK BEFORE NEW YEARS HOLIDAY; THE SUBWOOFER SYSTEM HAS BEEN OUTLAWED, AND THEY WERE TOLD TO REMOVE IT, SO IF IT COMES BACK, 'THEY SAY' A 30-DAY EVICTION WILL BE AUTOMATIC. STILL, AS YOU KNOW FROM READING THIS SHIT BEFORE THE MUSIC BECAME A MOTHER FUCKING ISSUE, THEY ARE ALL BAD ENOUGH OVER THERE, WITHOUT ANY OF THE THUMP-NOISE-ATTACK PERSECUTION; AND HAVE RECENTLY LET ME REDISCOVER THAT FACT FOR MYSELF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now after the stock market closed and after a short half hour back off from these fucking wicket demonic neighbors from hell across the mother fucking hallway just beyond my tiny little fucking ass onion thin door that a small child could punch in should they so choose to ever do; I played the system-roulette again, with far different results, and if I may shift my gears here Michelle and peeps, 'SLAM, BANG, WHAM, POW', it just never stops, it's worse than it has ever fucking cunt lapping been since these diseased twat holes came to fucking ass live here. If I do not escape this, I'll be stark raving fucking crazy, and I will have my SSD in the bank tomorrow, and I then will be able to purchase some food and gasoline, and then also, I plan to drive to the police station, and press charges against this PH Building, as well as harassment and criminal charges, against these fucking dirt bag scum ball fucking cock sucking nabes over there, or should I fucking say what they truly are, total fucking wild animals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A child can, and does, see what is really happening. It takes no big brain, and Scylla has a huge brain, filled with all kinds of warped and wild ugly things, I'm quite sure. We go back a lot longer than the days that my readers, even you mostly NSA readers could ever have a real honest clue about, as your bosses are keeping secrets even from you, as you all operate on a military system called, NTK, (Need To Know). I know this, as my father was a US Naval Officer, and did a bit of talking in his sleep over a week visit, back in early 1972, right around this very time as a fucking cunt matter of fact, 39 years ago to the week, the first week in cunt lapping Seasons in the Sun January, huh Mister Terry Jackson, only there is no joy in Mudville, not with Casey, or me, only with me it is Stacey who is making my entire life a living fucking hell, and the great 'phone company' is sworn to eternal secrecy.

I have counted 30 slams and 22 tolerable slams so far today and since the past Sunday when this fucking shit began, a grand total of 194 loud slams that eventually will break your doors, PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, and don't ever fucking cunt tell me that you have not been told or warned, as I've been shouting out to you for six mother fucking cock licking months now, and you do not give a shit and a half, so it is all on you when your property is all wrecked, but don't raise my mother fucking rent, or we;ll have a real fucking problem, other than for the few dollars of your take as the 30% cut you will be getting soon, if I am dumb enough to remain in this apartment for a third year lease, with these total fucking ass animals; off of a meager 1.7% SS, so-called laughable cost of living raise adjustment, as real COL is about 300% of that fucking amount, YO!!!!!!!!It is a total insult, like SS funeral benefits that have been the same amount of benefit for about a half century now if I am anywhere near accurate. You'd save money by admitting you have no funeral benefit, cut it completely, and put the money in the mother fucking ass treasury, YO, as it is an insult to any beneficiary's intelligence, as was that 1.7 fucking percentage COL increase. You may as well just keep it and throw it at your secret UFO projects or whatever the fuck you guys in Washington are spending it on. You're all a bunch of fucking crooks, I'd be in jail for nine lifetimes if I did one ninth of what you all do every dam day, and this is why the legal age of sexual consent in Washington is the best kept secret that is a real real real taboo subject, publicly, but true nonetheless, AGE-13. The true and real reason that I do not run off, is that I am on disability and need what pittance you do allow me. As soon as I turn the age where my disability becomes my Social Security in 7 years give or take, I will be far away where none of you can fucking get at me, or if you do, I'll make so fucking difficult and expensive for you to do it, that you will fucking ass shit your fucking selves, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell that to the FBI and the Back Burners of America, Mister Hose-Paul Lenny McKinnon, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You own me, yeah right, well, maybe you do, as ever since we met, your Rastafarian Illuminati, or whatever, has been shadowing me and fucking with me continually, just exactly as you threatened me would be the cunt eating case, on many of our telephone conversations, that you illegally tape recorded, and I know you did, or else you have the most precise and dependable bladder in the history of anatomical fucking medical records, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had a real honest motive and purpose for what I did this year on the YOUTUBE, but was of course, totally stopped as always, or SANCTIONED as many of our national enemies would call it, and TOTALLY RELATE TO THIS. I needed to prove that this all was real, that my memories were blocked and messed with by this alien clan that goes back to the stars themselves. There is no fighting the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SCYLLA, and now I know it, perhaps I knew it all along, and only the mother fucking Copyright Office and the 1983 examiners know what's getting said here, Prosecutor ADA Ron Wirtz Senior of Camden County, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I know there is such a thing as authentication, but with all of it a million times over, I would still fall under the NSA SANCTIONS, and they have me on a million enemy lists, I'm sure, and by the way, here's something for the L&O-SVU team to MUNCH on, I get all your little messages, just like you get all of mine, YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I tried to make the phone calls stop back in 1983, I was not fighting just some large and important people, and the POPE and the entire frikkin Vatican all know that, as does, IBM, AT&T, and all the dam top movers and shakers on mother fucking diseased ass WALL STREET, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If any real honest peeps were ever reading my blogs, and of course they are not, it is all government agents, or else they would be nice, and listen to my music, as if I were reading someone's blog and asked as a viewer to to this, I would not hesitate, so it tells me 100% of what I am dealing with, and without asking any fucking ass magical black kitty cats such as fucking Gawky Gaukauk, or GAGA for short. As I said, a child knows, and in fact knew, all along, and as I said to myself, and the entire © Office has the frikkin 1988 tape, yes, that is LIGHTNING, well at age two, I recognized the voice in my suppressed VENKA-STRONG-GIRL-MEMORY-SYSTEM, from 1972, as I seemed to to quite often, huh Russ Thaxton, and Venka, YO???????????? Huh, David Leigh Smith, from 1970 Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG? Huh, Sarah J. Cobson? Huh, Wolf and Trump, you arrogant ass holes that think you know so much. Well, Trump does know, he is a PHASE-4-entity, who used me to bring his personality to life, all 7'7” of the bastard, at least if he had had his way on that, huh Jason fucking Forrest from the trees??????????? Oh yes, “I KNOW” you know that I'll always love you, SSJKK, you wild and crazy endless freaking teenager. I never forget.

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO. CG-18, AND, S—T--O--P.

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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks

Chapter 4

1:40 Post Meridian

Sunday, Daddy-Day, June 18^th & a KARGE-12^th DAY.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SIR SWAP, and a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE DERN W-O-W!!!!!!!!

U have taken me back 2 the times of autumn in 2008, while residing at the home owned by Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG's Honorable Judge Frank Rasso, non-Frank Chester. Back 2 those wild times of Roger Carey's mail delivery service, 2 sort of codename the event so that only a few peeps of the Earth-Planet even have clue number point oh one about what is being said here by the Mountainpen. I like this deal, and we can go on with it as long as U so desire, it saves me on gas and eliminates enemy assaults such as the one from two meets ago with the tailgater dude of the Spaceforce Spammenies Club, that in 1988 and according 2 Sir Roth of Oakland Street in NE-Philly, had an indoctrinated membership following of somewhere between 100 and 1000, and now has grown in the past 8-12 years or so into many many millions of futhermucking butt wipe scum-hole dirt-bags!!!!!!! Yes, U read these blogs at your 'non-Iowan-cornveenience', and then do a Roger Carey-2008 into early 2009 mail delivery also at your pleasure and leisure, YO. We have a new game plan now. I like it. Yes, I agree with U SIR-SWAP or SS 4 an even shorter future used codename abbreviation 4U; that Comcast wanted 2C after Spammenies-reports came into them concerning my finding that battery in my north bedroom drawer a couple of weeks or so ago. Well sir, they found out that I was naught making it up, as by causing a direct house-phone-line cut-off lasting a couple of hours, without a battery, their technical department would have been able 2 somehow electronically detect on their advanced AI-programming apparatus, that I was lying about finding the battery, and I of course WAS NAUGHT LYING ABOUT IT. But they needed 4 their own reasons, 2 verify my dream and actual find; so they did just that back yesterday, Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. Yes SS, I agree with U on this issue 100 percent, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! They have no way of proving the Mowry 5DHS interaction that altered my life every bit as largely as the events of August 15^th in 1986, and just as U made mention of in your non-RC-note-letter, having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any 1997 letters or wild 5DHS songs codenamed millions of years ago somehow by the strange HALLS FAWCES controlling the entire operations here of all of this junky nightmare hellishness; straight out of the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME (JRSS), along with the biblical SEEK AND FIND EXPANSION TECHNIQUES (SAFET), leading 2 my living in a special NEXT DOOR TOWN IN NEW JERSEY 2 THE MIGHTY COSMIC DARK SHADOWS COLINWOOD WITH THE SUPERGIRL INITIALS IN-BETWEEN, known as wanna' spend my time (WESTMONT), NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully concur with U oh mighty wonderful marvelous SS. The only part of that wild song that IMHO, the world has been confused and deceived about 4 numerous decades now, and maybe even the washcloth family of DS-Leviathan Dream-Givers themselves also R completely baffled and confused about this entire mess; is the numerical possible significance here of the two SAFET numbers generated in an 8-digit block both ways, counting in either blue printed lettering or in red printed lettering. Those 2 quad-digit numerical groupings of course being, 1-3-5-8, as well as 2-4-6-7. Off the top of my butt hole SS, I am completely utterly unable 2 make hide nor hair of any meaningful connections with the life of the Mountainpen (ME), and either one of those numbers, 1,358 or 2,467. Hey, the observation of this is still very young, not even one year old yet; so who knows what either one of us will come up with as time continues 2 tick ever friggin' onward, YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!

I know that if I should live 2B 120 or the MMLS-8:1-R, I won't figure out ever, just Y those songs suddenly became such a beyond unfathomably gargantuan and HUUUUUUUGE deal in my life, since 2 me, they were completely meaningless in so far as being any type or kind of an extra large piece or part and parcel of my miserable rotten sub-existence-life. (MMLS-8:1-R), speaking of meanings 2 stuff and non-daughter 2007 blog explanations 2 myself as my true energetic reality of Sir Ricktofarious; stands 4 {Methuselan Maximum Life Span of 8 to 1 Ratio}!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, all things stand 4 something, have their origins some place, and thereby have meaningful reasons 4 their astral existence and thus out here in the big bang 5DHS where it all is now divided by the square of the speed of light, these simply become the physical reasons or meanings 4 it all. Not as complicated as it appears 2B at first glance, world, and SS!!!!!!! Yes sir, I appreciate your telling me Y yesterday happened, and now, Thursday's second BOTBAR was caused by having a very wonderful talk with a behavior health specialist from my Humana Health-Care service provider, and he got me in a wonderful mood telling me that he will call me back every Thursday around 2 in the afternoon 4 a check and talk if I am having any particular problems, which in my case and under this horrific monstrous HUNTINGTON CURSE, Mizz Phone Company 1983 Blake, when am I NAUGHT having issues and endless woe-whiz-me 'pwobwems', 'Mister Elmer Fwwwwuud'?????????????????? Yes, it was caused after a great talk, not because of the talk but because he told me that all I need 2 do was call the MD Health Line and tell them I wish 2 have my service 4 an automatic call by this fellow whom I'll call 'Mister Northroad', 4 a nice whittle codename here. He tried spelling it 4 me so that I could give it 2 the MD-Health line peeps and every time, the phone signal was stopped and prevented me from being able 2 hear him spelling his last name, FCC, FBI, ACLU, World Hague Court, and great pal President Joseph Robinnette Biden. I never met Mister President Biden, but always admired him personally as a great man as well as a fantastic politician, agreeing 4 the very most part 100 percent with all of his political views. U may call me his 'wannabe pal', oh wonderful SS. A day doesn't go by where I don't pray 4 him and his chance 2 lead America forward and alter the way numerous parallel realities plan 2 wipe out this wonderful nation after its first quarter, as I call it, 250 years or quarter-millennium. All empires R short lived, by my standards, and I know just how much deadly danger we all R in right this second, with every tick of the damn clock and this out of control evil BRIGGBASE LAMBRIGG CULT MC that has totally taken over this planet now, first electronically, and now POLITICALLY; or so it appears 2 me, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Remember that I have human world memories of the ASTRAL PLANE, thanks 2 my lovely and awesome LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!! SS, SHE came back AGAIN 2 visit with me late last night, and was beyond beautiful and colorful, flashing her dazzling splendid gorgeous lightning all over HER little boy!!!!!!!!!!

SS, maybe last night's death aerial siege was because they followed U over here 2 me' mailbox. U saw both of my porch lights blazing and on full power 2 show the local airport pilot who drives through here and checks on me on a regular basis via my airport light warning system (ALWS) that has another great WESTMONT wanna' spend my time connection flavor here, as my air persecution since it all began in 1986, is (ALWAYS) indeed ongoing without fail. Short back offs may come, then POW; it is always gonna' frikkin' continue back up again, oh mighty and awesome SS!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been on me like flies on hot July day garbage trucks 4 coming up now on 37 goddessdog years, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, but at least the Fort Pierce International Airport peeps R aware of it and have my legitimate and fully legal complaints on file with them, and one of the local pilots who goes there daily and lives only a short distance beyond the airport and my park, monitors me three times daily driving around 2C if my porch lights R on or naught. Once when he drives into his job, once when going home from the airport, and then sometime randomly in-between, as my park and the airport R but 5 minutes drive from each other, and they know that I have some wild problem and that these Spaceforce Spammenies airships R naught coming from their airport, that much THEY NOW DO KNOW, but don't seem 2 have the juice 2 do much about it, SS, until they meet with U after our late August legal case has been filed, as they then do wish 2 speak 2U, and I'm sure U won't object 2 cooperating with them. They know of my upcoming case against 13 defendants, all in the billionaire class.

When I go next week 2 my library and 2C the lady who helps me with this blog and plans 2 turn this into a private-access blog only in July, will find out what this recently new maneuver is all about with my not being able 2 access many blogs now from past times. Once we get this problem cleared up SS, we will make sure they all R on and available and then will B converted 2 private access only, so only peeps that I give an access code password 2 will then B able 2 go into the blogs of Mountainpen and read the blogs after this date, ending public access 4 all goddessdog time. UC if U can get 2 any of my 2013 blogs as when I click on the year of 2013 on the right margin at the top of the blog SS, I get the block screen and no matter how many futhermucking times I push the AGREE block with me' mouse, it just reappears and won't allow my accessing it. There R also many other blogs that have been screwed with in this same way, in TOTAL GODDAMN VIOLATION OF MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH RIGHTS, as I am perfectly willing 2 have curse words removed, I want the warning screen page 2 come up on every single one of the blogs, and I agree 2 any other terms that the Blogger Team ever has requested of me, and I am not threatening anyone, and have a legal right 2 practice my religion such as with my MAGNESONIC, just as the WICCAN peeps R within their legal rights 2 put up chants and spells as well, same sub atomic sympathetic difference, SS, U know this, as U have said that very thing 2 me many many times since we met in 2016 somewhere at the WG-Store. I do not advocate rebelling, overthrowing, defying, using violence, or any illegal action through my speech, none of it is designed in any tiny way or hidden way, 2 incite any illegal action, SS, U know this, so how about we add the BDC 2 our lawsuit making a 14^th defendant if they don't quit doing this 2 me, as I think they R breaking the laws and violating my freedoms here, YO sir!!!! If I am in error, please so advise me, SS!

Letter 4, 2U, SS; now terminates here, and I am posting this up at the BDC web-site now at 3 of the clock on this daddy-day-afternoon.

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER 3

It is now 20 past seven on this 17^th 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 17^th 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 30^th and May 1^st 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

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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:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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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Goyim in the AM

“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

King Daevid MacKenzie

…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

Listener Therese

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

Steve PMX

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

bartelby

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

Chris Arter

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

maledoro

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

Fairlight

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

Ghostlight

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

Ghostlight

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Ghostlight

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

Goyim in the AM

http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Tony NYC

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

Razzy McThaxton

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.

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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 17^th 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.

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!!!

My 3^rd 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 4^th GODDAMN BOTBAR DAY NOW, YO! Officially sir, this is a beyond wild and major goddamn: