Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 9-B, as 9-A was HACKED, FBI

 

This mother ****ing machine is totally hacked. I am going to ****ing go 2 Walmart and 2 my goddamn techy joint later today. My counterstrike will crush and destroy these horrible prick monsters 4 right now!

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 COMPUTER ASSAULTS AND DAMAGE 2 MY COMPUTER, AND ENDLESS BLACK HAT HACKING AND WHOEVER IS ATTACKING ME WORSE THAN EVER B4 ON THIS MACHINE EARLY THIS SATURDAY MORNING THE TWENTY-FOURTH OF JUNE OF 2023, ALSO USING MAJOR AIR DEATH ATTACKS ON ME, TOTALLY DESTROY THESE HORRIBLE MONSTER SCUM BAGS; 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

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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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A brand new futhermucking hack is assaulting me today. As I typed this, a major CRASH LEVEL HELICOPTER JUST ZENITHED OVER MY RESIDENCE ILLEGALLY, AND IS PERSECUTING ME AT EXACTLY 12:44 THIS GODDAMN ASSHOLE ROTTEN super botbar and super high CCOT morning!!! Somehow on my MOTHER ****ING OFFICE PROGRAM, 4 THE FIRST TIME SINCE I BOUGHT THIS MACHINE AT THE LOCAL WALMART STORE LATE IN 2010, IS MAKING SOME OF MY RECENT FILES SHOW UP AS (READ ONLY) ON THE TITLE HEADING AT THE LEFT UPPER SCREEN MONITOR, AND THUS MEANING I CANNOT REWRITE OR ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING 2 ANY DOCUMENT THAT THIS HAS HAPPENED. I WILL C WHAT MY TECHY GUY HAS 2 SAY LATER TODAY, BUT THIS DAY IS OFF THE SCALE WITH A MAJOR DEATH TRUCKING PERSECUTION AS WELL AS A MAJOR AIR ASSAULT THAT HAS BEEN ONGOING ALL DAY LONG FRIDAY, BRINGING ME 2 A SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 2 AND A MAJOR MUCKING ASS BOTBAR TIMES 1 NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The mouse-not-responding (MNR) HACK is also major, and many wild other annoying hacks R also major. My attacking helicopter is circling and circling as it has been off and on all day long Friday right through to now; only now it is on a major death mucking roll, and this is a dying utterance 4 SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, AND ALSO A LEGAL DOCUMENT!!!Folks, did I or did I naught futhermucking tell U all, and U2 lovely Mizz 1996-1999 Giant Gina; that SATURDAY the 24^th of JUNE would B a beyond SUPER TRUCKING BOTBAR DAY 4 ME??????????????????????? How did I know? Well, 2 reasons. First, I had three straight non-BOTBAR Saturday's in a goddamn row and it was more than overdue, and then second, this day today falls on Mizz Jewelly White's mother ****ing Second Calendar date of 11-186, and on this date of 11-186, the digital representation here shows a BOTBAR symbol, naught just once, BUTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT AND BUT, TWICE!!! Yes peeps, I already jknew that the perverbial Store High In Transport as the great Bonjovi peeps call it, WOULD ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY HIT THE FUTHERMUCKING FAN TODAY, and so it did.

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA; THIS IS NOT A DRILL, OH KIND SIR, AND PLEASE SS; TELL HIM THAT THIS IS NO DAMN ASS DRILL!!!!!!!

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Nothing ever ever ever ever ever ever mother ****ing changes 4 the poor pitiful goddamn Mountainpen, does it? Here is one out of ten thousand mother ****ing perfect whittle examples, and pick your time and pick your poison, as this is the story of my entire Huntington cursed pathetic life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BTAT—CHAPTER 0034

SUPER MOTHER ****ING SHOT KICKING BOTBAR DAY

ELTON JOHN NON-ALRIGHT SATURDAY NIGHT

FEBRUARY 25^th of DOGTOWNISH YEAR 2023

Blog beginning time: 8:08 Post trucking Meridian, YO!!!!!!!!!

Dirt bag TRUMP won't ever leave me alone and stop HURTING ME!!!!!

WOW did this rock chucking day go straight to brother trucking HELL-HELL-HELL---STAR TREK TRILANE D---O---G---T---O---W---N, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began with the mother mucking broken or 'WHATEVER'-CONGRESSMAN BOB from 1975-1980 times, flash drive #2 that I purchased from the main library branch of Saint Lucie County, only it may naught B busted, it may B my totally ducked up old worthless cum-puke-her, but in any event I'll need help getting this all 2 work for me. This is how the day began, and it only kept runt slapping progressing negatively from there right up through this present rock chucking second in human world chronology, YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The goddessdamn community room is jam pack loaded with noisy screaming assholes; some type of get together party, lots of screaming and noise, so far no loud blaring music yet, but hey; the night is quite young and it takes peeps a while to tank up on the mother mucking alky as we all know, or do WEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Church Frank Farm????????????

We can CAP in any blog out of nearly 18 years of my blogging trucking career, they all say the very same damn ass thing, THE MACY CLUB IS TORMENTING ME AND TORTURING ME 2 DEATH, AND PINK SKY GOD IS OBVIOUSLY BEHIND THIS ENTIRE MESS STRAIGHT FROM SLIT EATING DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today's SUPER MOTHER ****ING BOTBAR IS THE 50^th BOTBAR 4 MY 2023 YEAR NOW, YO BRO SS. 50 TIMES 100, DIVIDED BY DAY NUMBER 175 WHICH IS THE DAY NUMBER IN THIS YEAR, AND WE GET MY MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE 4 BOTBAR (MP4B). I WENT UP FROM YESTERDAY'S ROTTEN TRUCKING 28%, 2 THE NOW 29% NUMBER. AS U KNOW SS, AND ANYONE ELSE WHILE THIS BOM BLOG IS REMAINING IN PUBLIC VIEW, AND READING ANY OF THIS; 27% IS MY RESISTENCE ON THE YEAR, ONCE THE PERCENTAGE BECAME ESTABLISHED, NORMALLY THIS TAKES UNTIL A WEE BIT INTO THE SECOND QUARTER OF THE YEAR 2 ACTUALIZE. EVERY TIME I GET NEAR THAT RESISTENCE POINT, THE MACY CLUB OR JIM BURR'S 'SATAN', KICKS ME STRAIGHT IN THE NUTS, FAST AND GODDESSDOG VELY HARD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey SS, I know my dirt bag distant cuzz is endlessly hurting me and U have furnished some of my proofs concerning thissssssssssssss, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT but, Scylla has been screwing with me as well in an extremely wild way and the world does not wish 2 ever have xconscious awareness 2 these facts as it would wipe out society as we all know it 2B and have 4 several thousands of years now.

Speaking of blogs from back in February and CAPPING jobs onto present blogs, oh wonderful SS; this whittle tid bit wee morsel of junk may B of some interest 2U, in case U have never read this in real time when it was indeed last February. I do have a wee bit of good news 2 report, as nothing, even 4 poor ole' mother ducking pitiful & HUNTINGTON CURSED MOUNTAINPEN can B all totally awful and horrendous, naught 100% lovely 1983 Mizz Blake, YO MAHM'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't need 2 concern myself with the Comcast battery that never gets delivered, nor in purchasing a 2^nd lucking runt computer power battery brick; as there is one outlet remaining 2B used 4 me, and I plugged into it a long orange 25 foot extension cord that runs underneath a rug where two other wires also R there and duck taped down securely onto my floor, and then the other female end of the long orange extension chord simply is used so that I can plug in my Comcast modem box which is on that side of the room, as me' ole' cum-puke her is on this side where the one and only needed power brick and battery is at. So that saves me 70 bucks or so, and if Comcast bills me 4 a battery that they never sent 2 me, I WILL TRUCKING DISPUTE THE AMOUNT OF THAT ON THE INSTALLATION BILL WHEN IT ARRIVES SHORTLY, and if it is only the 100 dollar charge, then fine, I'll pay it and just fucking cunt forget about it once and goddessdamn all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA-ME' BRAHHHHHH! Now U may or may naught remember, SS; THEY DID BILL ME. They of course removed it from the bill when I called and disputed it, but I knew it would happen as my life fits an ENDLESS TRUCKING GODDESSDOG PATTERN, AND THE NAME OF THAT PATTERN IS SIMPLE; THE HUNTINGTON CURSE on this rotten family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I discussed the name (KRASSLE) and its meanings ASTRALLY, I keep getting totally MIND-HACKED, as some perhaps by now have indeed definitely guessed. You'd B correct if you had guessed this. KRASSLE has 7 letters in it, and KRASSLE has an additional “L” letter in it from the much more common surname that we all hear in waking life heredahelda and HERE sir Spellchecker, such as lovely little Sarah Kassel on one of the two 1970 “DARK SHADOWS” movies and by the way my Spellchecker does not have that movie-name in it but I do know it and have heard of it from sources other than just this movie character. But it is this 'L' letter that is added in the way PINK GODDESS spelled HER name 2 me in that 12-1969 dreaming interaction, turning the other and more recognized name of KASSEL into KRASSLE. 'R' as most of U know all 2 well, is the 12^th letter of the English alphabet system, and KRASSLE has 7 total letters in its name, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. Seven and twelve R most likely the two greatest numerations in all of Christianity, the 12 tribes of Judah and the holy 7^th day that happens every week and as commanded us by the great SSJKK (Jehovah). But always remember folks, my dream was in middle December of 1969 and it was naught until middle 1970 somewhere that these two Dark Shadows movies began 2 come out 4 the public view, so I was first, not the show. The movies were named House of Dark Shadows and Night of Dark Shadows, and I don't remember which was which as far as what was first and then followed, nor do I remember the one that had the little girl named SARAH KASSEL, butTERCHEESE and yes Spellchecker, BUTT big ass, and regular but as well, only that only one had her, and naught both movies, oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm'. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No goddessdamn wonder that I was mind-hacked twice, as this is naught a topic that obviously the fucking HALLS-FAWCES wants me to discuss, as this would B along the lines, and totally an under-exaggerated simile let me assure U all, with “airing their dirty fucking ass underwear”, YO YO YO-HA, ME'BRAHHHHHH! Hey YO folks, don't believe me, don';t fucking listen to ole' asshole stupid goddamn retard me. Watch the DARK SHADOWS TV-SHOW during that late 1969 into early 1970 period on DVD's, and C4 yourselves, as it is all as plain as noon and daylight on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't make things one damn ass bit plainer than thisssssss, oh U lovely Mizz Erica Lucci AMC-SNAKES, from 1983. SO WOW-2-THAT-1 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucking cunt chewing mouse is giving me more goddessdamn trouble and grief than an atom fucking bomb going the hell off around me. Jesus Christ Almighty. UC peeps, when things intermittently cause grief and persecution 2 someone such as me with this and many countless other fucking things with me as well, it is just naught rocket fucking science 2C that it is just naught in the deluded mind or some sicko imagination.

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
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© MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR 2006-2023

THIS IS THE WORST DAY, WEEK, MONTH, YEAR, DECADE, CENTURY, AND MILLENNIUM OF MY ENTIRE LIFE; AND DREAMS SEEM TO TAKE ME DIRECTLY INTO MATCHING SKIT RIGHT MOTHER DUCKING HERE IN 'SO-CALLED-REALITY'. MY DAD'S ELECTRIC RAZER-SHAVER FOREVER, I GUESS. WELL, I JUST HAD THE POLICE OUT AGAIN, AFTER WAKING UP AT JUST A FEW MINUTES PAST TWELVE NOON, TO MY HORRIBLE ROTTEN ENEMY #605 NABE FROM HELL, BLARING HIS NOISE-MUSIC AND SUFWOOFERS AT WALL-SHAKING LEVELS; AND DEFYING ME, AND LYING TO EVERYONE; SAYING I HAVE WOMEN IN HERE ALL NIGHT LONG, AND THAT LOUD NOISES ARE COMING FROM MY APARTMENT ALL DAY AND NIGHT, WHEN I AM HERE ALL ALONE, AND QUIETER THAN A MOTHER MUCKING GODDAMN CHURCH-MOUSE! I TOLD THE TWO OFFICERS THAT THE HOUSING AUTHORITY WON'T TALK TO ME OR EVEN LET ME MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEM, SO THAT I COULD MAYBE BE ALLOWED TO MOVE INTO A QUIETER PLACE FOR 65 AND OVER PEEPS LIKE ME. THIS IS A NIGHTMARE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATES OF HELL, AND THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN CLUCKING STOCK MARKET, AND MY MISERABLE LOUSY STINKING FAMILY, ARE IN A PLOT TO WIPE ME OUT; JUST AS THEY WERE BACK IN NEW JERSEY AS WELL, 10 YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW TODAY IN 2023 THAT WOULD B MORE LIKE 14+ YEARS AGO!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA.

Only Y don't U just shut up Mister McNulty?

Holy Holly Hollister for crying out loud. My mom would go thermo-nuclear back at apartment # 1802, and those days in the very early eighties when I would keep calling Patty, 'Patty Hollister'. She had a real short fuse for reasons only known by her. She would mention something about her, and then I would correct her, and repeat the name of HOLLISTER; and she would flip out, and so I would begin to make her crazy, or as they would word it today in these new times, I would really push her buttons. But my mom, and her buttons, had reasons. We all have reasons why we are so goddamn sensitive to things, and the largest reason for most of us is when we don’t want someone to get onto something that is being covered up by them, so as to prevent you from learning or understanding something. So why did both Patty herself and my mother, conspire to keep my daughter from me? I’ve given a few good reasons but never talked about something that Mister SWAP said a long while back after we had only known each other for about half a year. I won’t be tackling this today other than for a quick opening. You heard me say my immature nature was one reason, but think about it. Would someone deny a person knowledge of their own damn daughter just because of that, for crissake? The answer pretty much should be no. But he has a really good idea for why this was all done to me, and if he is right, I would have to unlearn a lot of lucking slit, and then be willing to relearn major new skit about my entire family. We can go here later on Mister Rockford Filespunch, oh Sir. Still, 1969, the holy-holly non-Hollister song, the whole damn smack, what is it truly all about; and can we even dream somehow someday of getting 2 the bottom of all of the many YYYYYYY’s??????? So how can we ignore Sir 1969 Russ Thaxton, and his connections with the great “L&O”-TV-show Detective Olivia Benson and her father Joe Hollister, along with this stuff, Mister Car Salesman Gagnus of Philadelphia? None of that trucking bullskit, Bob Gagnus Sir. Then all these ducking damn death siege parallel events that never ever quit, as in James Tiberius Burr and his great 1976 Bicentennial year ‘CONTINUE SYNDROME’ of endlessness, for eating hot slit and crying out louder than Dogtown. We have the pre-Gulf Wars military operations known as the Dark Shadows/Donna Summer initials, both of them, not even allowing a small doubt of ‘coincidentalness’ here, called DESERT SHIELD followed shortly thereafter by DESERT STORM. More recently we have the McCarthy vote. Then even more recently we just had the debt ceiling problems and wo-whiz-me’s. How can anyone out here tell me with a straight trucking poker face that I am imagining all of this for 40 years, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHH!!! It is 2:00 now and my blog word count shows 6,847 words; and I’ve told you nothing yet, so let’s get to it peeps!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA-BIT Metsker and Fwuuuud! Eight million divided by nine thousand, equals a rounded up-off '889'. This is the approximate number of years of a minnina-kalpa of astral interaction. This is an average based on the way interactions may cause time to feel if back on a mortal plane of physical existence. Astrally, it is one and the same thing. We think it, and it is. That is just the way the purgatory is, and yes; it is not some instantaneous causing of effects to then go on and happen. It is the same thing. In energy, the thinking itself SIMPLY IS THE REALITY. So averaging all possible type of events and one MK is what 889 years of ‘averaged all-possibilities’ of things in human life, feels like to us. My original 14-MK sentence shows the age that I died as Kane by applying these mathematical THINGS IN ORDER, AND EVEN THOUGH THERE IS IN TRUTH, NO ORDER, 13,200 minus 89 years is 13,111 at the time of my jealous rage fit and the murder of me’ brother Abel. 14 MK = 889.14 = 12,446 years, so then 12,446 minus 13,111 equals 665 years. 665 plus 89 equals 754 years. I died as Kane at the age of 754, in the ‘Biblical Nodian’ territories. So to keep with the verbiage of those times, I fell asleep with my fathers at the age of 754 years, roughly at age 94 and one quarter years when converted into today’s modern day lifetime spans and the division of eight. 94 and one quarter years was the precise length of life that Sara J. Karge lived, born in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG on July 18^th of 1896, and died wherever she did, in early October of 1990. Another coincidence that I find 2B a real “Raspberry Dreams” deal, kind of impossible 2 ignore in other words, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just how exactly did all of this happen, and for that matter since it is quite all connected here in round about ways, how do anyone of us end up getting on the SHAGPEL LIST? This is a pronunciation of SHAdow Government Persecution List, by the way. Well, we all have heard of the alien-contact thing where it is either of the first kind, or the second kind, or the third kind, and so forth. I of course am at what they would refer to and think of as the first, since they know fully well that LIGHTNING, an alien being to say the least, and we live together and we always have and always will, in the great Purgatory, in the Ricktown manor on Astral Highway #9910 in Ricktown, and in the capitol province of Olympia. Actually we do not live, we EXIST. It simply is, and until and unless enlightened to real truth while in physical form, this makes no sense at all 2U. But the main way to get on the SHAGPEL is simply through no fault of your own at least in most cases folks. If you are made contact with, that’s it, to quote lovely Cooley Hall Amy-Louise C here, me’ ole’ classmate from the very early 1970’s, “It’s curtains closing the show time”! My ducking computer crashed again. This is now the third time between two computers here today, and the persecution on me is the talk of the entire library here, so this slit is getting exposed, and this problem is going to be told to the 'IT' techies here soon by library staff. They know something is wrong and don’t know what to mucking bunt do about it, other than get the techies on it. Still, look at what I was typing and discussing when it happened again, the shadow government, and what they do to peeps like me; and then POW-POOF, out it goes!!!!!! This is what the lady just said as she saw my SHAGPEL in big bright bold red letters on my blog when I got the program back as it is saved onto the flash drive system. I have not been this trucking persecuted EVER IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE BLOGGED HERE NOW, SINCE BUNT TAPPING SEPTEMBER OF LAST MOTHER MUCKING YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! It is time 4 a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE counterstrike, a lot of peeps are gonna’ be buying the farm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh great ACLU, let me C what Sir SWAP says tomorrow at the town park!!!!!!

folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!

MY ENDLESS ICP-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,

ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!

BLOGS FROM 1-2006 THROUGH 6-2007 ARE SEEMINGLY GONE NOW!

Oh great ACLU, let me C what Sir SWAP says tomorrow at the town park!!!!!!

My previous blog of Chapter MPN-2023-CHPT. 025 has been attacked AGAIN, by whoever has been messing with me now 4 along time. I am going 2 try and paste in sections 2C what parts have been objected 2B4-I go any farther, but I must find a way 2 LEAVE BLOGGER DOT COM ALTOGETHER AND GET MY OWN WIX-WEBSITE, as this abuse and violation on my freedom of speech is beyond totally and completely absurd and WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS now, Mister Mack Kaiter, oh great and kind camp-counselor-sir from 1967 and 1968. This is SUPER BOTBAR. First time since having this computer operating in this residence here in 2023 that me' ole' freaking MIKE-SOFT-SPELLCHECKER was hacked, causing no error signaling. The way 2 cure the BLACK-HAT-Spammenies HACK on me is simply 2 restart the computer after saving the document, errors and all. Now I've done this, so on with the experiment until I can get 2 my library tomorrow. Need 2 go out aniwho 4 something medically related. More persecution will follow just from that, AS ALL OF U KNOW, and my family will do endlessly 2 prevent me from ever discussing it in real true honest detail with the world. Protection of the powerful peeps at all costs, this is Y of course my respect 4 the CJS is one big fat Dawn-Donald ZERO!

No SS; there is no 'Dear Steve Chapter 9', only this 9-A; as my hack caused me a lot of woe whiz me troubles today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MPN--2023--CHAPTER 25

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2023, 'BOM' (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

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EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING

24 JUNE, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Today is now March's 4^th SUPER BOTBAR DAY 4 PPNRM-ME!!!!!

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MPN--2023--CHAPTER 025

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This is one example of what is being done 2 me, ACLU, and especially since my alphabet tweet blogs back last autumn in 2022. I re-colorized the font from black into RED, 2 show U this censorship on my blogs that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever 2 me, since things being stopped R already on older blogs on their site, it has 2B some AI program that only allows just so much of my tale 2B told at any one given time, 2 me, this should naught B legal 4 them 2 do 2 me; oh great & mighty freaking ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW---2---THIS---1 YO.

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

BTAT—CHAPTER 0038

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

BEGIN TRANSMISSION TIME:

7:45 Post Meridian

Lots of extremely strange things are going down around me here today, Mister 1980 coworker Sivo, sir. Permit me to explain and elaborate a wee bit further, okay Uncle Heinz Greatbanker Heinz G? Someone just called me and hung up one minute after I was setting up this blog at 7:46. While watching some news on ABC-ROKU on a local streaming-box for the local Palm Beach ABC News Outlet station called the Haystack System, and with my computer turned completely off, suddenly the icons of my computer just appeared for under a minute or so, and a rectangular shaped dialogue box showing something that was updated, and then it just poofed off as quickly as it poofed on, and now when I did actually activate the system in order to write this blog on my Open-Office program, none of this was on the screen. ButTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT &BUTT FOLKS, and WOMO & Muscles-MO-2009; the big story here and yes Mike Soft Spellchecker heredahelda too, is what transpired at the Melody Lane SL County Public Library a few hours ago, oh great peeps out there in Cyberville, 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 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 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B4I do get into thissssssssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica AMC-Luccisnakes from 1983; permit me Uncle HG, who really was me' CUZZ and naught me' UNK, oh lovely Mizz AT&T glittering 1983 BLAKE from the phone company's then “Caller Annoyance Bureau”; let me tell you that even with the internet chord being unplugged and unattached to the Comcast Modem device, two strange things have happened so far with me' ole' twustworthy cum-PUKE-her (computer)!!!!!!!!!!!! First, trying to draw a separation line by making some repeating 'minus keystrokes', and then hitting my ENTER-KEY, did not work to do it; and I had 2 engage numerous tricks and make a lot of various attempts B4 it did finally work. Then the type of paragraph that goes all the way from one side to the other, and that spaces the words to fit perfectly all in-between; worked in a crazy way, with the flashing line pointer on the screen going in antimatter-mode in reverse from right 2 left. I ain't frikkin' imagining any of these damn things peeps, nor making any of this stuff up, and I swear that on the blood of Jesus Christ and on my eternal salvation. All of my claims made herein are true to the very best of my ability 2C and 2 recognize truth, so 'HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP' me Goddess SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the paragraph-type flash-pointer om the screen-monitor is operating within normal parameters again, and so is the line making programing function that's automatically built into the open-office and most word-program systems on any computer devices available 4 purchase, laptops, phones, tablets, whatever Congressman and ole' pal from 1975-1980, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 the really HUUUUUUUUGE action news morianity-story here, GREAT PEEPS: I got 2 the goddessdog library today 2 do a short blog in a quality coded cut and paste word-document, only when finished and I posted it up, and as all of U know fully well by this point in Senatorial Watergate Time or 'SWT' 4 a shortened freaking abbreviation folks, IT DID NAUGHT CODE PROPERLY, just as if I was back home here where IT DOES NAUGHTCODE PROPERLY ON THE BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE FROM A WORD-DOCUMENT SYSTEM, and now only one explanation exists until and unless someone out here can and will prove me wrong about it all: SOME PERSON, PERSONS, GROUP, OR GROUPS, AGENCY OR AGENCIES; “WHATEVER ROBERT ANDREWS SIR”; is PLAYING SOME DEMONIC EVIL FUTHERMUCKING GAME WITH THEMOUNTAINPEN, making him right on the edge 4 committing goddessdarn suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whatever it costs me, whatever I have to do, whoever has done this to me is in VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL FREAKING RIGHTS, A CRIMINAL ACT, AND I WON'T REST UNTIL THEY R PUNISHED AND IMPRISONED, IF I HAD MY WAY, THEY WOULD B PUT SLOWLY 2 DEATH FOR THE SLOW TORTURE AND SLOW EVENTUAL DARN BUTT MURDER OF ONE MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR! This is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, an official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably to mind now, spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played originally on the show as Mister Jason McGuire,and is now back and playing the part of Mister Paul Stoddard. He was in the same approximate nightmare situation that I've found myself in once awakening from slumber one late morning in 1986 on the 15th day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of great TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis Patrick. He was discussing in the Collinwood mansion, or in my Flower-Wing of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called, 'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who seemed to want something from him, only he was totally clueless to exactly who they all were or even what exactly these diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collin's character, although several other show characters also reflect my various problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show, so as 2B able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW 2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”, there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN, and allow me please 2 now explain 2U all just what that is:!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is that my BOM-BLOG-STATS R currently through the roof as a result of all of this hellishness. Again with Dave Roth's “They're just doing us favors” Syndrome, YO GREAT FOLKS OUT THERE. Close to 200 daily hits recently, and I was lucky 2B getting a third of this B4 that. WOW, THE INTERNET IS OFF AND UNPLUGGED, AND YET AGAIN THE SYSTEM CRASHED OFF RIGHT IN THE MIDDLEOF MY TYPING THE PRIOR SENTENCE REGARDING ME' BLOG STATS. This occurred at 8:41 PM on the dot. There is no HUMAN BEING ABLE 2 PULLTRICKSLIKETHISOFF, ONLY ONETHIONGCOMES 2 ME' MIND PEEPS, PINK GODDESS. She's been on me since age 13, and I am going 2 let a beyond Bernie-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag right now, since SHE SEEMS 2 WISH 2 GO INTO TOTAL WAR MODE WITH ME HERE AND HERedahelda THIS 2023 YEAR, AS SHE WAS DOING IN THE OH-8 YEAR, 4 THOSE LOYAL MORIANS WHO MAY REMEMBER IT ALL, right down 2 my MIMI-HACKS right after purchasing her CD-GAME, and following HER EINSTEIN-PROJECT!!!!!!!!!! I suppose some of the more enlightened souls following the BOM-BLOGS observed my BTAT-BEGAT ADDRESS page on CHAPTER #0020, where I listed the 'many various joints' that I resided at, Mister GN-owner-SW; and saw how the changing annum ages of my daughter did their very magical best 2correspond and correlate 2 my residence-number, not in street address, but in the numeration of the ever accumulating locations, such as my Atco home and choking days back in 1983, also being my 14th locale, and so on. I am not claiming that it is exact right down to the year and the age, but watch how it just keeps attempting to follow, sometimes one or two numbers ahead, and then behind; but it is always as though it is TRYING to equalize in the polarity. Am I really so 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOOONG' about thissssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Erica, and lovely hair ad-spot shampoo girl of 1983, and 1980?????? WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, one day shortly after the ending of the X-Mas Holidays of 1983, and my return from a trip to Orlando, Florida-USA, to visit Sir Howard Solomon, and then my Uncle John in Fort Lauderdale; but I was in my bedroom in the apartment at Robin Hill in unit #506 and the in-between residency of the 3 times that I resided at the R.H. Apartment complex, oh great Mister Tobycouch Bellflower; I had been speaking to LIGHTNING on my phone system one late afternoon a couple months B4 going to Shirley's magical laboratory or the throat specialist's office near Grant Avenue, just off of the Academy Road exit of Interstate-95highway; and suddenly Diana did some weird unexplainable thing 2 me. I was half awake and half asleep, and I found myself totally believing that I was awake, and that there was a girl standing right there in my room, and she looked just a couple years younger than the future Mizz Leticia Tilley, who I had no way of knowing even existed on the planet-Earth. She did not say a single word 2 me. I fully remember well right 2 this very second in time and just three hours shy of the starting of the month of March of 2023, as well as about 39 years ago now right 2 the goddessdarn day; and I shouted loudly into my phone, 2 Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, “There's a little girl in my room”. I won't forget that late afternoon back in early 1984, at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, should I frikkin' live 2B older than Mister frikkin' Methuselah, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO HA-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC: ALL GENERAL ORDERS. ALL SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ZERO DIMENSIONAL AS WELL AS ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER AND WHATEVER IS CAUSING ME THIS ENDLESS MISERY, AND ASSAULTING ME, STRAIGHT TO MY TORMENTED AND TORTURED DEATH, AND ALSO HAS RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE. THEY R2B TOTALLY COMPLETELY DESTROYED AND OBLITERATED. USE ALL SYSTEMS AT MAXIMUM POWER, 11.8 IPNS. YOUR A/B EMPOWERIZATION-TONES WILL SOUND NOW, THE SECOND LOWER ROW IS 30 HERTZ LOWER IN PITCH THAN THE FIRST UPPER ROW.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----A-TONE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----B-TONE GO-2-G-901 UNDER CG-2, SUB CODE QR89155, UNDER G-189, G-1133, UNDER G-9173-G-719, AND S---T---O---P. The DAMN DEATH ABNGEL IS ON ME TODAY AND THE PAST WEEK LIKE MAGGOTS ON A TEN DAY OLD CORPSE LAYING OUT IN THE JULY SUNSHINE, ON A PILE OF PIG EXCREMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have NEVER EVER had it this bad, naught ever. This year is living up to its DEVIL NUMBER of 23, in spades and on steroids, and then taken to the power exponent of a darn butt wiping trillion, folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE does this ever suck a big fat P***K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS *********** BLEEPITY BLEEP TRANSMISSION, FWOLKS!!!!!!!!!

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AFTER THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 11

'AFTER THE KNOWING'

CHAPTER ELEVEN

3:00 A.M. ON TUESDAY, 31 DECEMBER, 2019

HAPPY 71^st BIRTHDAY, DONNA SUMMER.

Okay, we finally come to it. Before we actually type it all in however, I fell asleep watching ducking television around shortly past two this morning, and awoke to a nasty rotten ass roach crawling on my left arm. I managed to ducking kill the slit eating thing so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA. I sprayed the entire apartment again and have gone through twenty mother mucking cans of raid and am all out and will now be using the PELLET POISONS for both the roaches and the rats that I purchased several days ago at my local ACE HARDWARE STORE. Monday was the most horrible mucking day since the last most horrible day several days back, which was the worst day before the one before that, and so forth and so on all the way back now to the 15^th of August in the year 1986 WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE TRUCKING INCONCEIVABLE HELL AROUND ME ALL BEGAN!

AS MANY WOULD SAY IN THE DISTANT FUTURE, ''THE GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY TOTALLY ROCKS AND RULES OUR WORLDS''. WELL, NOT EVERYBODY AGREES WITH THEM, MISTER CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE OF NORTHFIELD, NEW JERSEY!

BACK A WHILE AGO,

I was viewing the impeachment inquiry on one of the C-Span Channels, and shortly after it got going and before the late morning break, something happened that is very necessary for this blog to include, about my lifelong rival and enemy MILITUFORCE dirt bag, President D. J. Trump. While the Former-Ambassador of Ukraine was being questioned, the Speaker broke in and stated for the record, that Trump in real time, is tweeting out bad skit about this lady WHO HE WRONGED, but of course to hear him tell it, HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING WRONG, and everyone else is always the BAD GUY. He then went onto say, and it made my day despite it already being a major ducking BOTBAR DAY, when he said that this is nothing short of “WITNESS INTIMIDATION” and it won't be tolerated as it is criminal illegal behavior, and that is my own paraphrase, but he said it in one way or the other, and IT IS TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY THE TRUTH, YO YO YO YO YO, and why NAUT, as Mister Chump-Rump IS a no good crooked criminal who cheated me and hurt me all of my life, ever since the day at the Jerry-Hammonton-Texaco, back in the fucking springtime of all great elusive non-butterfly laboratory technicians from PENNSYLVANIA, of 1984. I'll mucking runt beating tell you all out here all over this damn ass globe, straight up and right powerfully on the square; this incredible slit, and I mean all of it, and all of its wild major unfathomable connections to the Mountainpen; ARE ALL STRAIGHT OUT OF MISTER DUCKING ROD SERLING'S TWILIGHT ZONE, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shall we never ever forget that the illustrious and vely vely vely dangerous, flick in the mouth Bob McDowell Cooley 1972 Hall dangerous, went out of his way to tell me that the peeps that I am searching for all come from PENNSYLVANIA, and he said this to me right at his PITTSBURGH HOTEL AND ERIN BAR ON 10-SC AVENUE, in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, on that fateful day of infamy all all great non P.H. DAYS, Patty or Pearl, on 7 February of 1997, two months after that wild major Mary Tyler Moore green dress wearing Astral trip I was I-Ching'd into, from my Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG **DEATH HOUSE**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here I am in REAL TIME, watching the Impeachment Inquiry on TV on 15 November of 1019, and being ICPE-APE-TECH slaughtered; huh ALL MERRY'S and MARY'S everywhere, in any colored dresses yo; even MAFCO RIGHT DRESSES; along with horrendous LOIS-FOCA song-tears, from the very early ducking nineteen-eighties yo; and then comes the great comment made by the Speaker who interrupted his party-colleague, and said what he did about TRUMP TODAY INTIMIDATING A WITNESS, LIVE IN OPEN CONTEMPT OF COURT, AND USING TODAY'S EVIL SOCIAL MEDIA TOOLS, OWNED BY THE FUCKING CUNT DEVIL ITSELF, AS I HAVE PROCLAIMED ALL DAMN ASS ALONG, YO YO YO YO BREEEE!!!! SO WOW THAT, lovely BIG owner-'O'!!!!!!!! The entire deal in the WHITE HOUSE and in WASHINGTON is not happening because of some random set of changing times. Nor is there any possible way of telling anybody anywhere in the entire galaxy, because nobody here is REAL and nobody here is REALE either, not even TOM from NORTHFIELD, NEW JERSEY. You cannot DIE over and over and over AGAIN, and continue to come back to what mortals call the land of the living, WITHOUT having something happen to you that HAS NO EXPLAINATION. Every person in the study of paranormal and psychic research will tell anyone any time that this is true, and that I am only echoing words spoken by recognized authority here. What I am not simply echoing here is MY OWN PERSONAL LIFE'S EXPERIENCE of seemingly being unable TO DIE AND REMAIN DEAD. The reason is so simple that a goddamn mother trucking turd swallowing little moron child can see it while upchucking their candy bar. I merely THINK that I've COME BACK and really, I NEVER HAVE. Instead, I DIED and I WENT DIRECTLY INTO GODDAMN H-E-L-L!!!!! In NO REAL WORLD, could this entire thing with TRUMP and WASHINGTON POLITICS BE REAL, and I know this, and so do some of the PROPS HERE in my personal HELL, one of which is NEW GROUP LEADER (NGL). The magical PULL exerted upon me in the nineteen-seventies with Patricia Hollister and Jim Burr was very real, and it happened in a real world; and without any magical transdimensional newspaper boys, magical strobing flashlights or toys that might even be able to transform into moons. The absolute PROOF that this has not been a real place called the EARTH, for me, is not some wild tale told on a fourteen year old ducking blog, supposedly written by the craziest crackpot nutcase in New Jersey, Florida, or anywhere else for that matter. The PROOF is MY LIFE, and the PROOF is the unfathomable wild NEW WORLD, that has magically come upon us, without supposedly anyone else anywhere, ever becoming the smallest bit wise to any of it; and acting like this is all totally normal. One fantastic example is not only Donald Trump and what has happened since the middle twenty-tens in the world of American politics, but also how the Christian people have all sided with this monster demon and love him to death and claim he can do no wrong. Only in HELL could any of this make one bit of sense, and only in HELL could a life such as mine since August 15, 1986, BE HAPPENING. ONLY IN HELL could I be blogging to the same three or four dozen global traveling secret agents, labeled by me as the MILITUFORCE, and are anything BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT a kind blogging audience; and NO ONE ELSE; on this totally beyond sicko internet system thing, where no one is willing to ever show me how to work anything or how to do anything, and this entire thing makes 100 percent perfect sense, when seen in absolute truth, the only truth that COULD POSSIBLY BE REAL, and that is; I----AM----IN----H-E-L-L!

Only be realizing this quintessential mother ducking HORROR, can things MAKE SENSE, and yes goddamn it mother truckers; IT MAKES ABSOLUTE PERFECT SENSE!

But I did not truly die when I originally believed that I did. I now have come to realize that I died on the Atlantic City beach, one week after Patty had her way with me underneath the Central Pier. I had purchased a thin steak sandwich at the Denny and Cy eats place on the Saint James Place Boardwalk of Atlantic City, and had brought it to the beach, and I chocked to death on the sandwich, and I refused to believe that I had died, and I willed myself to continue on this physical life. After Patty Hollister did what she did, we talked for about an hour before parting ways on the 28^th of June, Saturday, in 1969. She appeared to know my beach-pal Ziggy, and they began talking about some place in New York, I believe a neighborhood area somewhere in the borough of Washington Heights. During the talk that we had, she hypnotized me, and made me think that I had walked through the low lying area under Central Pier and had hit my head on a cement beam. While we talked, she told me that she was going to be cleverly giving me a secret ancient wisdom technique after I reached the age of seventeen, and that if anything ever happened to me before I reached that age, I needed to say to myself, a magical grouping of chanted words that I will not give out to this HELL-PROP-WORLD I am stuck in for all eternity. Any time I ever have anything happen that will cause my demise, I automatically say these words and I DO NOT END UP A VICTIM OF MY FATE, and magically somehow circumvent around it. She wasn't more specific, but she made damn sure that I remembered the magical grouping of words. Every time any of us did, our brain always lives a short while, even if we are at ground zero in a nuclear blast, because the brain can change speeds, and will actually speed up so that a final one hundredth of a second can stretch into minutes of usable time. This is all a part of that known and shared truth of everybody where we all have heard that expression, “My life flashed before me”. Patty HHH explained all of that to me, and she then gave me the post hypnotic commands and then forced me to forget everything, and even when three years later appeared to come around, I never consciously remembered any of this. For five decades now, I totally believed that numerous times, I ALMOST CHOCKED TO DEATH on many different days in the summer of 1969 on many different Denny & Cy sandwiches, but it only really happened once; around the early middle of July. Still, 'CHOCKED' is a powerful deal here, because before I CHOCKED in another way in the late spring of 1983, nearly double my life later from the time in Atlantic City, I had been doing something with the FAWCES as Mister Hall would call them in 1990, that led me to this dual situation, at least in my opinion. When I made a major attempt TO ESCAPE something that I instinctively knew was being done to me and was happeneing all around me by way of the entertainment industry; and then attempted to get away from it; this was sort of acting like a TRIGGER, and it then caused me to have another CHOKING situation, but it also led me to a magical place just off of Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia, where things would NEED TO HAPPEN, in order to reset certain Marcucci/McCartney pathways, and schedules. I truly believe that this is the final and absolute explanation to many things once thought impenetrable as far as any chance of figuring any of this skit out with any reasonable bunch of logical concepts. The appearance of things all seemingly fitting together in connectable dots with numbers or dates or words or letters or places or any other possible conceivable thing, is merely the goddamn lucking byproduct of AN ORIGINAL item that then goes onto literally branch out in and through the lines of time or MIND-SEPARATION. My planning to run away to another country or attempting suicide or anything, is just a futile mother ducking endeavor, as I AM IN ETERNAL HELL, and there IS NO ESCAPE FROM THERE! I am too bunt tapping depressed to quote the mighty WORLD-PROP Sir Dennis Snyder here, with his somewhat now famous great quotation. Off the trucking scale MNR-HACK (BLACK-HAT) is being done 2 me and the all night air siege along with it on this predicted monster rucking day of Saturday the 24^th of June in 2023 is beyond vicious, and I will call the FBI if this does not stop, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nobody can be directly struck by lightning, and poisoned, and shot in a WAWA convenience store, smashed to frit in a fatal car crash in Woodbury, New Jersey, along with several other car crashes just as fatal, die from fatal heart attacks such as the one that I experienced at the Cifaloglio job site, and on and on and on; and keep coming back to HUMAN LIFE. But let's examine the magical PULL of JIM verses PATTY in all of this. My father would scream at me when we lived together at that frucking rotten apartment called the 'CARRIAGE LAMP' in Clementon, New Jersey; and he would say, “Quit vacillating, pick a damn horse and RIDE IT. U can't keep switching back and forth from believing religious slit, and then running off in the psychic world of the paranormal”. He would also yell at me, “Mark for crissake, this skit'll tear you apart”, you can't keep vacillating like this”. Now this was in the BICENTENNIAL YEAR of 1976, and I remember this hellishness like mother pucking puke sucking YESTERDAY; Mister MARCUCCI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Patty Hollister pulled me one way and Jim Burr pulled me the opposite way; and I began to feel literally as if I was back in the mother trucking days of the Inquisition, on a torture ducking rack, and being literally PULLED AND STRETCHED APART. One day while at the home of Joann Marney in Berlin, New Jersey, in that same 1976 year; two psychics who were known in the psychic trade were over at her expensive lovely home in the country, and one of them had invented an incredible machine. She would ask it a question and actual voices would come out of a small speaker, barely audible, but they were definitely there. When she asked if I had a question for her magical machine, I responded with, “Why am I under this curse”? There was a gurgling sound for about thirty seconds or so, and then came a very wild group of sentences that I wouldn't forget if I lived to be 500 years old, which I will, and far beyond that. First I would hear Jim's voice saying over and over, “Mark, there's something in your family”, and then I would hear Patty's voice saying over and over, “Remember the Fascitar”. After three times of this had repeated, I heard a very deep and bellowing voice say in a very low volume, “Remember the great clock and the two half sides, and remember the polarities on each of those sides, as this is the answer to all of your question”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

PUBLIC DUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC DUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC DUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC DUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

PUBLIC DUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

BUT BEING IN ETERNAL HELL IS WORSE!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

“YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,

VIVA MORIANITY!”

The time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, 'VIVA-MORIANITY'; along with some 'other not so nice things', most likely! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either, yo! Because this rotten trucking place is nothing other than HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL---HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So no wonder my kid, and my aunt, are all a part of the WFMU INTERNET RADIO HATE PAGE, after all of this is realized! Still, to my frame of reference, they are just props, and I AM IN ETERNAL HELL, and this CANNAUT EVER BE ESCAPED FROM!

My beautiful LIGHTNING, thank U so much 4 coming around me every single day and many days recently 2 and 3 and even 4 times. U-
R the most wonderful awesome beautiful coil on the entire ASTRAL PLANE, but that is naught Y your 'little boy' Ricky loves U so much. That is only one tiny part and reason 4 my endless love 4U, my lovely wonderful beautiful Diana Z.A. If U-R alive and out there, Patty; as I have no way of knowing thissssssss; THANK-U-4 SHOWING ME THE GREAT FASCITAR, as without that, I would never have any human memories or awareness 2 my great love, Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait until chapter 8 letter 2U is written, Sir Swap, “like WOW”!!!!!!! It will B filled with wild stuff that is just now in this wild incredible beyond surreal JUNE-2023-month, being completely put together by me, the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'BOM' BLOG STATS, capped in from the 'BDC' Web-site at quarter past one on Friday morning, June 23, 2023:

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SS; 4 some strange reason 4 the past two days or maybe 3 days, the BDC or Blogger Team, have removed my weekly view count that shows a small line graph as well as the weekly page-view number that slides daily. This all began, that as well as the wild dream date of 6-20, and the entire deal that suddenly all just popped onto the news media as that day unfolded into my conscious time illusion, or STM (Space-Time-Mind), as Morianity refers 2 this as! Let us C if they shortly will re-post this weekly stats line chart and number back on 2 my blogging dashboard page. It seems 2 show up if I go back and look at blogs from the starting of Julia White's Second Calendar times, early in January of 2013. Time will tell, as lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter said so well in her song lyrics that originally was, believe it or naught, supposed 2B a bank commercial showing, a young couple who were just starting out in life. WEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank.

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

BTAT--CHAPTER 0039

BTAT—CHAPTER 0039

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

BLOG START TIME: 1:58 Post Meridian

WELL PEEPS, I AM BOTBAR TIMES EFFEN’ 3, I AM 100% MPB4 botbar FOR March-2023, AND THE YEAR ITSELF is right up at the top of so far the worst and maximum Magnetic Percentage 4 Botbar as well, as slit is not able 2 get 2 much worse 4 futhermucking pathetic goddess dog whittle Mountainpen (ME)!!!!!!!!!!! I am here at the library hoping that someone who told me to come here today at two of the futhermucking clock, will show up 2 help me with my new-coding-blogger problems and woe-whiz-me problems, 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 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, SO ALLOW ME 2 TELL U ALL WHAT IS TRANSPIRING 2 me: And B4I do so, it is now 2:09 and my helper has arrived. She will come over shortly 2 me' work-station to try and find out what my coding problem is all about and if anyone can help, she can. No one else seems 2 even come close 2 being as computer-smart as Sally-Beth.

My woes today did naught start until I attempted 2 pay me’ BIG LOTS STORE BILL. This store has the creditor-bank handling the accounts of their customers called, Comenity Bank. From the inception of my opening this account with them a couple years ago, they’ve given me nothing but intentional trouble every time that I attempt 2 pay my credit card bill. You would think that they would want customers, and definitely would want their debts 2B paid by them; only the satanic demonic left spinning sub-energies and rules 4 me are totally without mortal-realm logic, of course, as this simply ain’t the case. A spammer health insurance phony caller who has annoyed me for years now despite my telling them that my name is not Jason “whatever Congressman” just called me at the library here, and I hung up on it at 2:13. These attacks seem benign 2 the rest of U but I know that I get them when the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE AKA MISEC-MISOE BY ME, is wiping my day out with other persecuting junk and annoying endless hellishness, it fits 2 perfectly of a time pattern and on top of that, it has gone on now for nearly futhermucking forty straight years for me. If this was happening 2 anyone of U, you would know and believe it all 2, only it ain’t happening 2 any of U, most likely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, simply put, you all just consider me a nut-job crack pot. And folks, there ain’t one darn whale-hicks thing that I can do about it all, in or out of great movies made in 1986, or Huntington Curses that became fully realized and actualized in also, 1986, the year with its MAGICAL-MEANING as well, as in ''being 86’d''. We’ve all heard of that expression folks, so please don’t play dumb with poor ole’ freaking Mister Mountainpen!!!!!!!!! TANKS-----&-----B-----O-----O-----M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back to trying 2 pay me’ ole’ freaking bill for $5.19 today back at home B4 coming here 2 this Saint Lucie County Library, and being put through the endless-patterning-hellishness, EVERY SINGLE TIME with today being absolutely no futhermucking exception, me’ great folks out there in Cyberville!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They wouldn’t accept my bank visa-debit-card, saying it had some “block on the card”, and frightening me to death, until later on calling my bank’s main number and getting it all straightened out, as UC folks, there is nothing at all wrong with my visa-debit card, naught one whittle tiny teensy wee weeny bit, YO! The bill was able 2B paid, using a router number on a check but it scared me out of a year’s growth, or sixteen+ years if my name was Dark-Shadows-Jebez Hawkes. Thank the gods it is naught, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE from glistening glittering glowing glimmering 1983, huh Mister Leonard William McKinnon TWIN-OUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, all the ‘shullbit aside’ here great peeps; The bill was paid by a check and not the debit card, and then when I called the main number and spoke to an agent from my bank, the very nice lady agent that I spoke 2 around just over an hour ago, told me not 2 worry about my card, there is no block on it from the bank”. Still, my day is beyond botbar from the scare, and I know that Comenity Bank has been persecuting me without good cause, BBB, Chamber of Commerce, FBI, and whatever other organizations out there who may B remotely interested in poor and unfair business practices by large financial institutions. Hey, I appreciate the account and I always pay my bills in a timely manner and fashion, and so they 2 should B appreciating good-customer-Mountainpen, only THEY DO NAUGHT, MIZZ BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am now attempting to coincide my blog posting today with when Sally-Beth or whatever codename I gave her yesterday and when things R this bad 4 me, my short-term memory is very bad at my advanced age and with all of me’ problems, but I am trying to coordinate ending this blog so that she can watch me try and post it and no longer code properly on the blogger dot com blogging web-site, and then C what is going wrong and maybe how to compensate 4 this new rotten game that is being played with me, okay she is here and I am going 2 post up.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2023

BTAT—CHAPTER 0038

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

BEGIN TRANSMISSION TIME:

7:45 Post Meridian

Lots of extremely strange things are going down around me here today, Mister 1980 coworker Sivo, sir. Permit me to explain and elaborate a wee bit further, okay Uncle Heinz Greatbanker Heinz G? Someone just called me and hung up one minute after I was setting up this blog at 7:46. While watching some news on ABC-ROKU on a local streaming-box for the local Palm Beach ABC News Outlet station called the Haystack System, and with my computer turned completely off, suddenly the icons of my computer just appeared for under a minute or so, and a rectangular shaped dialogue box showing something that was updated, and then it just poofed off as quickly as it poofed on, and now when I did actually activate the system in order to write this blog on my Open-Office program, none of this was on the screen. ButTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT &BUTT FOLKS, and WOMO & Muscles-MO-2009; the big story here and yes Mike Soft Spellchecker heredahelda too, is what transpired at the Melody Lane SL County Public Library a few hours ago, oh great peeps out there in Cyberville, 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 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 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B4I do get into thissssssssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica AMC-Luccisnakes from 1983; permit me Uncle HG, who really was me' CUZZ and naught me' UNK, oh lovely Mizz AT&T glittering 1983 BLAKE from the phone company's then “Caller Annoyance Bureau”; let me tell you that even with the internet chord being unplugged and unattached to the Comcast Modem device, two strange things have happened so far with me' ole' twustworthy cum-PUKE-her (computer)!!!!!!!!!!!! First, trying to draw a separation line by making some repeating 'minus keystrokes', and then hitting my ENTER-KEY, did not work to do it; and I had 2 engage numerous tricks and make a lot of various attempts B4 it did finally work. Then the type of paragraph that goes all the way from one side to the other, and that spaces the words to fit perfectly all in-between; worked in a crazy way, with the flashing line pointer on the screen going in antimatter-mode in reverse from right 2 left. I ain't frikkin' imagining any of these damn things peeps, nor making any of this stuff up, and I swear that on the blood of Jesus Christ and on my eternal salvation. All of my claims made herein are true to the very best of my ability 2C and 2 recognize truth, so 'HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP' me Goddess SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the paragraph-type flash-pointer om the screen-monitor is operating within normal parameters again, and so is the line making programing function that's automatically built into the open-office and most word-program systems on any computer devices available 4 purchase, laptops, phones, tablets, whatever Congressman and ole' pal from 1975-1980, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 the really HUUUUUUUUGE action news morianity-story here, GREAT PEEPS: I got 2 the goddessdog library today 2 do a short blog in a quality coded cut and paste word-document, only when finished and I posted it up, and as all of U know fully well by this point in Senatorial Watergate Time or 'SWT' 4 a shortened freaking abbreviation folks, IT DID NAUGHT CODE PROPERLY, just as if I was back home here where IT DOES NAUGHTCODE PROPERLY ON THE BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE FROM A WORD-DOCUMENT SYSTEM, and now only one explanation exists until and unless someone out here can and will prove me wrong about it all: SOME PERSON, PERSONS, GROUP, OR GROUPS, AGENCY OR AGENCIES; “WHATEVER ROBERT ANDREWS SIR”; is PLAYING SOME DEMONIC EVIL FUTHERMUCKING GAME WITH THEMOUNTAINPEN, making him right on the edge 4 committing goddessdarn suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whatever it costs me, whatever I have to do, whoever has done this to me is in VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL FREAKING RIGHTS, A CRIMINAL ACT, AND I WON'T REST UNTIL THEY R PUNISHED AND IMPRISONED, IF I HAD MY WAY, THEY WOULD B PUT SLOWLY 2 DEATH FOR THE SLOW TORTURE AND SLOW EVENTUAL DARN BUTT MURDER OF ONE MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR! This is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration, an official and totally legal internet document, sworn to and legally internet-signed by me right now, and my murderers are known to me in only a round about guessable way, and a statement once made on the great TV-show, “DARK SHADOWS” comes inescapably to mind now, spoken in the beginning of 1970, by the actor who played originally on the show as Mister Jason McGuire,and is now back and playing the part of Mister Paul Stoddard. He was in the same approximate nightmare situation that I've found myself in once awakening from slumber one late morning in 1986 on the 15th day of August. The actor's name, who was in a lot of great TV-shows of that time circa, is Dennis Patrick. He was discussing in the Collinwood mansion, or in my Flower-Wing of this mind shattering Astral realm's hyper-mansion called, 'RICKTOWN MANOR', in one far end of the place; something pertaining to his nightmare of being tormented by this mysterious grouping of 'very powerful people', who seemed to want something from him, only he was totally clueless to exactly who they all were or even what exactly these diseased psychopaths wanted from him 2 begin with. The entire television show reflects my nightmare, and most of the time totally mirror images myself with Barnabas Collin's character, although several other show characters also reflect my various problems and woes, just as all of you know quite well who are following along here, and watching the DVD's of this show, so as 2B able to C all of these powerful outlandish truths 4 yourselves, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now despite my hating this game that is being played, that is obviously labeled secretly of course, “HOW 2 COVERTLY DESTROY THE BOM”, there is an upside 2 this nightmare on frikkin' quintessential steroids, squared, cubed, and CUBAN, and allow me please 2 now explain 2U all just what that is:!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is that my BOM-BLOG-STATS R currently through the roof as a result of all of this hellishness. Again with Dave Roth's “They're just doing us favors” Syndrome, YO GREAT FOLKS OUT THERE. Close to 200 daily hits recently, and I was lucky 2B getting a third of this B4 that. WOW, THE INTERNET IS OFF AND UNPLUGGED, AND YET AGAIN THE SYSTEM CRASHED OFF RIGHT IN THE MIDDLEOF MY TYPING THE PRIOR SENTENCE REGARDING ME' BLOG STATS. This occurred at 8:41 PM on the dot. There is no HUMAN BEING ABLE 2 PULLTRICKSLIKETHISOFF, ONLY ONETHIONGCOMES 2 ME' MIND PEEPS, PINK GODDESS. She's been on me since age 13, and I am going 2 let a beyond Bernie-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag right now, since SHE SEEMS 2 WISH 2 GO INTO TOTAL WAR MODE WITH ME HERE AND HERedahelda THIS 2023 YEAR, AS SHE WAS DOING IN THE OH-8 YEAR, 4 THOSE LOYAL MORIANS WHO MAY REMEMBER IT ALL, right down 2 my MIMI-HACKS right after purchasing her CD-GAME, and following HER EINSTEIN-PROJECT!!!!!!!!!! I suppose some of the more enlightened souls following the BOM-BLOGS observed my BTAT-BEGAT ADDRESS page on CHAPTER #0020, where I listed the 'many various joints' that I resided at, Mister GN-owner-SW; and saw how the changing annum ages of my daughter did their very magical best 2correspond and correlate 2 my residence-number, not in street address, but in the numeration of the ever accumulating locations, such as my Atco home and choking days back in 1983, also being my 14th locale, and so on. I am not claiming that it is exact right down to the year and the age, but watch how it just keeps attempting to follow, sometimes one or two numbers ahead, and then behind; but it is always as though it is TRYING to equalize in the polarity. Am I really so 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOOONG' about thissssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Erica, and lovely hair ad-spot shampoo girl of 1983, and 1980?????? WHAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, one day shortly after the ending of the X-Mas Holidays of 1983, and my return from a trip to Orlando, Florida-USA, to visit Sir Howard Solomon, and then my Uncle John in Fort Lauderdale; but I was in my bedroom in the apartment at Robin Hill in unit #506 and the in-between residency of the 3 times that I resided at the R.H. Apartment complex, oh great Mister Tobycouch Bellflower; I had been speaking to LIGHTNING on my phone system one late afternoon a couple months B4 going to Shirley's magical laboratory or the throat specialist's office near Grant Avenue, just off of the Academy Road exit of Interstate-95highway; and suddenly Diana did some weird unexplainable thing 2 me. I was half awake and half asleep, and I found myself totally believing that I was awake, and that there was a girl standing right there in my room, and she looked just a couple years younger than the future Mizz Leticia Tilley, who I had no way of knowing even existed on the planet-Earth. She did not say a single word 2 me. I fully remember well right 2 this very second in time and just three hours shy of the starting of the month of March of 2023, as well as about 39 years ago now right 2 the goddessdarn day; and I shouted loudly into my phone, 2 Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, “There's a little girl in my room”. I won't forget that late afternoon back in early 1984, at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, should I frikkin' live 2B older than Mister frikkin' Methuselah, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO HA-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC: ALL GENERAL ORDERS. ALL SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ZERO DIMENSIONAL AS WELL AS ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER AND WHATEVER IS CAUSING ME THIS ENDLESS MISERY, AND ASSAULTING ME, STRAIGHT TO MY TORMENTED AND TORTURED DEATH, AND ALSO HAS RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE. THEY R2B TOTALLY COMPLETELY DESTROYED AND OBLITERATED. USE ALL SYSTEMS AT MAXIMUM POWER, 11.8 IPNS. YOUR A/B EMPOWERIZATION-TONES WILL SOUND NOW, THE SECOND LOWER ROW IS 30 HERTZ LOWER IN PITCH THAN THE FIRST UPPER ROW.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----A-TONE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----B-TONE GO-2-G-901 UNDER CG-2, SUB CODE QR89155, UNDER G-189, G-1133, UNDER G-9173-G-719, AND S---T---O---P. The DAMN DEATH ABNGEL IS ON ME TODAY AND THE PAST WEEK LIKE MAGGOTS ON A TEN DAY OLD CORPSE LAYING OUT IN THE JULY SUNSHINE, ON A PILE OF PIG EXCREMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have NEVER EVER had it this bad, naught ever. This year is living up to its DEVIL NUMBER of 23, in spades and on steroids, and then taken to the power exponent of a darn butt wiping trillion, folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE does this ever suck a big fat P***K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS *********** BLEEPITY BLEEP TRANSMISSION, FWOLKS!!!!!!!!!

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There will B a lot of dead people 4 today's brutal assault on me!!!!!!!!!

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Where R-U Bobby McDowell

SS OLE' PAL; here is that quick little way 2 translate our now being in Jewelly White's 2^nd calendar system, as each year starts New Years Day by old world calendars and doubles as well as JWC DAY #11, and WOW, this may B-Y things R bad this year 4 me when I had hoped 4 more of an improvement by now in life, as 2023 is also JWC YEAR #11, so New Years Day of 2013 opens with a super negamegging magnetized magnetic percentage (MP) 4 the horrid symbol 4 BOTBAR, the Jane Fonda evil digital numerical ONE'S STRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fascenating CAPPED results here SS, 4 my 'BOM'-BLOG STATS, the very same amount 4 today and yesterday, as of the time of the paste in, 35 minutes past noon on this now 22^nd day in June, 2023.

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I believe SS, my ole' buddy from 1972 @ the Cooley Hall of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, had a perfect saying here, so Y not let me quote it here 4U, YO. “Vely vely vely intelesting”! The wonderful and latengrate Weather Channel employee of earlier in this century, Sir ************** copied that precise way that Mister Bob McDowell at the tender age of 14 years said that 2 me upon several occasions while we walked down the halls of the joint from classroom 2 classroom. There is some heavy aerial activity around me' ole' residence thissssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUrning by the way, SS; just so U-R aware of that. And now 4-Y-I made those asterisks. The ETTOS KINGS (Spaceforce-Spammenies) used their electromagnetic thought transmission and omission system, hack into my mind and forget the name of that great (THE WEATHER CHANNEL) employee who is now deceased and whom I used 2 enjoy the very most out of all of the employees of the joint. I'll type in his name if and when my enemies release my MIND HACK. As I typed this I believe a half hack release has just come upon me, could his name perhaps have been, Sir Dave Schwartz? That name is coming into my mind yet I still ain't completely certain that this is the correct person. The longer I reflect and cogitate on this the more certain my memory is reforming, oh mighty SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the hack has now been removed, it was the great and now late, Mister Dave Schwartz. I thought that was so beyond cool that day when he did that on his show 4 the entire world 2 hear him do it, as 'TWC' has a national and even global and internet-global operation. All of my Blogaudians knew who were watching, that this was obviously his special way of letting others watching who were part of my click, that he was one of my FEW LOYAL BLOG FOLLOWERS, (Blogaudians) as the Mountainpen calls them, oh wonderful SS!!!!!!!! But shall we now get back 2 Jewelly White's 2^nd Calendar, or 'JWSC', and how 2 quickly work the dates on this 2^nd world calendar of HERS: New Years Day (January 1) is simply DAY # BOTBAR, or eleven (11) each New Years Day, and thus, we simply take each day of each month and add them up, remembering that January is 31, February is 28 except 4 every four years on leap-year when it is 29, March is 31, April is 30, May is 31, June is 30, July is 31, August is 31, September is 30, October is 31, November is 30, and December is 31. So let us quickly work out today, the 22^nd day of this 6^th month (June). 11+31+28+31+30+31+22= JWSC DATE of 11-184 and how much simpler than thisssssss can it get, oh SS great wonderful sir??????????????????????? Now right off the bat there R a couple items that I will need 2B watching out 4 the entire time of this 11 year which the entire 23 year that now is the 11 year, is either way devilish and BOTBARISH 4 me 2 say the vely non-McDowell least here, ole' pal! A very bad recently observed numeration 4 the Mountainpen is the number of 186, 4 powerful astral world reasons that we need naught get into specifics about right now today. Still the JWSC DATE of 11-186 will B2 days from today, on Saturday the goddessdog 24^th of this month, and Saturdays R on a roll 4 being bad over the past couple months, ever since, and as U-R totally aware of; what I now refer 2 with U, as my 'Mowry plug-pulled day' of 8-15-86-rinse and repeat, (MPPD). We need naught go on with this 4 right now, but I did wish 2 tell U the simple way 4 calculating the great second calendar of non Mizz 'Gabby-Weiss', if U get the joke here, on me' daughter. WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, 4 Mister McNulty also, huh Sir Swap??????????????? And a great big HUUUUUUUUUGE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Hey SS, I didn't make these shows up, they all did, so pweeeeeeeze, always remember that!!!!!!!!!

Now something that the great Astral Viqueen Jewelly White told me about HER calendar, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY who influenced my mind in 1994 2 create that entire fictional or so-called fictional book titled, “The Permission Barrier”, included her mortal-world name of 'Julia White' when taking Earthly identities and her true name as the Lieutenant Viqueen of the Almighty Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle's Viqueen-Gang of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, Lieutenant Mini-Great Jewelly White, and this is that the number 19 further is used 4 sub-dividing up the days if so desired 4 using on any type of official documents, even though what I gave 2U earlier is indeed all that is ever needed. Each 19 day period beginning with the 22^nd day in December, is what we think of in a month as what is known as a 'square'. The first 18 of these squares all contain 19 days, and then the final 19^th square contains a few extra days that always end on the 21^st day in December of each old calendar year. On the three out of four non-leap years, the 19^th square contains 4 extra days, and on leap years, it is 5 extra days, thus being either 23 days or on leap years, 24 days, but all of the other first 18 squares contain the same 19 days. This is what was told 2 me in an astral realm condition interaction at a place in Sahasra Dal Kanwal as Viqueens Island, that even exists here in mortal life; but only as a tiny clump of land out in the bay, just off of South Atlantic City, that completely vanishes out of sight twice daily, as the tides rise up towards their highest points. There is so much more 2 this story about JW and her marvelous 2^nd calendar, but 4 right now, that is all that I plan 2 discuss, 4 major powerful important personal reasons.

So Y do I get the feeling that I now fully know only 2 well, just what that 1989 secret meeting was about,

OH LOVELY MISSES EDUCATOR 2000 M.M., of all great non goddess Romans????

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COMPILATION BLOGGING PROJECT, SINCE I WENT OFFLINE:


This will work you backwards from right now on a middle Wednesday afternoon, here on January the devil number (23) day, in twenty-twelve, two thousand twelve, 2K12, or OH-MAROLA-12, & say it any way you wish, and hand me a nice fresh rose as well, calling it by any name you may so choose to do, Billy Shakespeare; and I’ll still be left holding onto a ROSE, on the date of Wednesday, 01-23-2012. So indeed, what is really in a name? Well, a more important question will now be posed here on this blog of the great and only, MORIANITY-2-OF JEWELLY WHITE’S SECOND CALENDAR, that all began with or without Sabrina Collins, on the twenty-second day of last December, back in twenty-eleven. OH MISSES MAROLA; where are you when I could just use hearing you say, ''Hello Mark'', and I promise that I won’t make a brand new song out of that, and you have my word of honor; and please don’t say, my word of what, as Jim Burr did not trust me, and it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting with my mom and Elsie and him, that day in the summer of 1989, up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey, and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. Also, good folks, I want to give you that rare opportunity of starting with the day that I have returned back ONLINE with you all, and be able to work your way backward through time until I was planning to exit the internet to save money. You are about to get the mind blowing freaking experience of your entire life, and I would so heavily suggest, that U bring a friend or 2 along with U-4 this little reading ride; and put down James Patterson for a day, and really hear what powerful true tales can do to the soul of the readers. Not to knock my favorite fiction author, but give me one day of your damn time peeps, and you won’t regret it, but then, you’ll see. Begin now, trekking backward through time, from today, back to the first few days of this year, reading my nightmare world and life in reverse, and see the awesome true power of how I indeed am dealing with entities who as scriptures teach, do know the end from the beginning, and they should; as they created the end, at the beginning. Oh Sir Swap up here in 2023, we've not even met yet, but this is Y-I discuss the time illusion, and how it is ever falling into our conscious minds via of an extremely magical 5^th dimension or the hyperspace!!!!!!!


MORINAITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00033, BLOG-A

January 23, 2013, 12:16 PM-EST at Fort Pierce, Florida



Well, at this time, according to the news, the Dow Jones Stock Market is up about 80 points, and nearly at the 13,800 level, just about to cross the ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, meaning that the evil rich people have never ever had things so good or their way in everything so much. Did I not TELL YOU ALL FOLKS, THAT THIS WOULD ALL GO DOWN THIS WAY, AND DID I NOT TELL YOU ALSO, LOVELY GIANT GINA??????????

It is now an early mother ducking Wednesday afternoon. My entire life is over. Everything that I ever tried to do has been completely ruined and wrecked. I live around people who sit around every second, with nothing else to do but to figure out ways to persecute me and make me totally mother frucking miserable, 24-7-365.2422. On top of all of that, my life and its general magnetic condition or agreement with cosmos in all general things (LUCK) is about as down and low as ''Ice Tea’s'' Fun Group for fagots.

Let me stop this blog for now and get dressed. My AT&T installer is here, to bring my internet back to me. I knew I could not exist without it, and am only left to seriously ponder on what this culture will B, somewhere between the next 30-50 years, when all of the world’s oil reserves run out. We will not return to the life of the 16 hundreds by the way, because in those times, people never knew technology. They knew how to live off of the land, just like you me, and a dog named Flee, if you want to rhyme this old sixties tune. This entire new age world of folks will not just be plunged into outer darkness, but it really will feel like the ninth circle of trucking hell when it happens, because the masses will not know how to function with no power grids, hence no electricity, and no gadgets run off of this great item working for them any longer; and even more horrible, most products made today could not be made with no oil coming our way, as they are nearly all what you might think of as partly if not totally, oil-byproducts. So laugh now, you wealthy (WO) WORLD OWNERS, and your silver spoon up their butt offspring, from the Kardashian scum bags all the way to any celebrity or wealthy person whose name you may have ever heard. Their time in the sunshine, is all waning down, like a disappearing moon, night after night, and then it is all gone. For what has been done to me all of my ducking life, you all will pay a very steep and hefty price, so be warned and be careful; and yes old friend Regis, tell Paula to watch her rotten back too, and that I am not one bit scared of her and her friends. I may be no perfect little choir boy, but I never went around destroying the lives of innocent peeps, as did Callio and McGuire, and the list could just keep right on going like that anti-gift that keeps on taking, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am now hooked back up to the internet, and the installer has left. It is ten minutes before two this afternoon. The Dow Jones is up nearly a hundred points, as it is just about every single day this year in 2013, and my entire year as a result, along with the garbage Philly Flyers Hickey/Hockey team back again playing and kicking ass, just as I said would all go down folks, has left my life in ruins and shambles, at the speed of mother trucking light squared.

So let me end this blog, and try shooting up the entire blog, which may be too large, and if so; then it will be done piecemeal, as maybe that is best anyway, and even if I can get the entire blog up in one fell swoop, I will still be making individual re-posts of much of this major mucking material, as my entire life has been totally destroyed by the ''IF''; and this evil has been able to accomplish this, and get totally mother ducking scott free away with their dastardly deeds!!!

Anyone who can believe in a loving father god of the bible, is the biggest damn fool in the galaxy, and beyond, OR, they just never have bothered to read MORIANITY 1 and MORIANITY 2 from cover to cover. Now that would be some reading, even for Patterson and Tolstoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



END TRANSMISSION:


WHAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA.

MORIANITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00032, BLOG-B



It is only minutes after I ended the other blog. It also is mother ducking eleven-eleven, in the mother flucking morning; and this is not going to be a good stunt eating day, after a major clock attack from Jane Skit Head Bitch Weeds Fonda; along with the nabes, and noise; even though it is not real loud, and also; along with a major trucking rock chucking sky attack, and especially a ducking butt slew of nasty butt-kissing

CHEMTRAILS.

You can add to this list, the computer, even totally off line, is playing games with me, and hacking me. It is not internet, or the machine itself; nor is it any person or group. It is the power of a teasing energetic entity and its surrounding controlled reality, to contact and then go onto take control over some (REALITY-CHUNK), as was all fully explained on enough previously blogged texts, so as to make sense enough to readers, to at least, agreeing or not with me on the issue of its reality; follow along, and not be in the dark about what my words are discussing, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I left the Avalon Recording Studio yesterday, around the middle afternoon somewhere; I stopped at two stores near my residence, on the drive back home. I bought a few sixty cent VHS movies at Good-Will, and a three dollar pack of chocolate mini-cupcakes with colored dots on the frosted icing, and some liverwurst. As soon as I left the grocery store, to go to the Good Will, just down the way, in the same shopping mini-mall, at Virginia Avenue, and Route 1; a loud and low private Cessna type aircraft, flew right directly over me; and instantly, I began to get slit cramps; and when I got home, I needed to take a nasty slit, all though I had already done so, before leaving in the late morning. So I have been under some nasty siege now starting around the era of just past three yesterday afternoon, and it is still nasty and trucking ongoing, and I cannot ducking wait to post all of this slit up onto the internet, and get some real heavy and major lucking ass revenge. As you know, they got their dirt bag way, and the evil Hockey Season is back once again, just as what happened in 1995, that totally led me into complete ducking runt devastation, and obliteration; as a paralleling ass result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, I am hearing that musical modulation, that hockey fans know so well; only I am hearing, not GoogleX4, followed by ‘G’ is the antichrist, but instead; “FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK”, AND SO FORTH. I have always sung that along with the organ, ever since the late trucking stunt strapping nineteen eighties, when this twisted disease all got started, between this hickey team and myself, huh STM © Office?????????????????????? OUCH, take it easy with me, Mizz lovely Roseann Delaney, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe for you, it’s endless 1969. Time moved on for the rest of us, there, sweetie pie. Well read on folks, and see how this machine is electronically, in direct contact with my MIND; to make me hellishly clucking miserable, as well as completely totally BOTBAR!


I WILL BE TALKING TO DEBBIE IN A FEW MINUTES, AS SHE SHOULD BE HERE ON MONDAYS. THE SUBWOOFER ATTACK IS HORRIBLE AT 11:44 AM. No sooner did I hook up my roachphone system, which is headphones-directly-attached to a phone receiver, this began; and there is no way that ''THEY'' can hear any of this. Wish me luck, as I am throwing on a pair of pants now, and complaining. This has been bad all morning, and now they are cranking it way up after being told that they must remove this box. This never misses one ducking runt slapping single beat, ladies and gentlemen. 'MILK' strikes me every single bunt tapping year. I like the dude, and he was great; but something about him with me, is just like, Christmas, my own ducking birthday, and music; and so many constantly never ending other items; that just serve to crucify me, on a regular yucking ass annual basis, year after year after year, and decade after decade after decade; and with the ‘KING FIT’, ever since my long walk, in Blackwood, New Jersey, in the deep snow; back in 1978, over to a closed bank, on Doctor Martin Luther King Day, when out of nowhere, and with no proper informing of the public; it just began; as I was not the only one waiting out in the cold, and the deep snow, over on the trucking Black Horse Pike, in Blackwood, New Jersey; for the Bank of New Jersey, to open; and of course, it never clucking rock chucking did on that day. Well the same thing just happened. I went down to try and see Debbie, and she is here on Mondays and Fridays with regularity, and of course, dumb retard me, is thinking this is MONDAY, forgetting all about the three day King Holiday, that just past. All I knew, was this was the start of the work week, so it must be Monday; and Mizz Debbie Morotto is here in her office on Monday; and when the guard lady at the desk smirked and said to me that she is here on Monday, I finally caught on, after looking like a total mother ducking retarded runt glass tapping rotten stupid skit swallowing fool. I obviously do not need to tell you that this mother mucking day is now BEYOND SUPER TRUCKING BOTBAR, and that both the month and the year ‘MPB’, is now at six for twenty-two (6:22), or 6 times 100, divided by the days in January as well as the days of 2013 so far, 31%, same thing exists on the first of all the twelve months each year quite naturally folks; so this is now where I ducking runt stand peeps, YO, at 27% Magnetic Percentage for Botbar or (MPB-27%) for short, BRAHHH!!!!!!! Yes folks, there’s no need to wish me any luck. However, I will e-mail Debbie that the box is back, when my AT&T service arrives tomorrow afternoon. I have no intention of waiting for trucking bunt tapping FRIDAY TO ROLL THE MITT AROUND! She’ll have the e-mail by end of tomorrow’s frucking business, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! OK, with nine days left in this 2013′s first month of JANUARY, I am holding at MPB-27%. Every one of the next nine days would need to pass by, without becoming a BOTBAR to bring January-2013 a 27% BOTBAR, which is bad enough. How the duck would any of you ‘normals’ out there, enjoy living at a rate of just over one out of every four stunt eating days, being super horrible bad, or BOTBAR???????????? Just think about it seriously before you switch over to the ‘NEXT-BLOG’ button, and laugh me off, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew that those major ducking dreaming interactions, would as they always seem to do, cause a nasty mucking BOTBAR DAY FOR ME AGAIN, so new kids and old kids, YO; here we go, and yes, ‘again’, whether you want to hear this lucking slit or not, SIRS, Marcus, and McGinty, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Now I’ll ask my 'GAGA CAT', just why this horrible skit has ducking runt struck me today, after getting through my first five full NON-BOTBAR DAY STREAK in several months of time now????????????? The answer that GAWKY just gave me folks is PCN-541. Here are the canons for selection that I deem most fitting from my total complete and whole (holy) match-book for the 81 GAWNUM NUMERATIONS:

GRACE MESSENGER—WATER—WILLIAM CLINTON—YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP—ROBERT CHEATLEY.

But there is way more to talk about now, at three ducking butt minutes shy of eleven of the clock on this Tuesday evening, January 22, in 2013, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THIS, and PUT IT ON TOP, Mister American Express Twilight Zone Goldsmith Troublemakers; U old cavemen, and computers!!!!!

I had a very long talk with Gawky Gaukauk today, running a lot of question-equations by him, ”MEOW”, and they say life’s not lucking stimulating, and exciting, for the poor 99er-peeps; like little old me, OH, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!


Before I do tell about this major discussion, let me lay the foundation. I had a major dreaming interaction last night, and no people; very rarely do I intentionally actually do ''DREAMING'', and just like you, most of the time; my nocturnal activities are merely done to rest my body, just as you all do; and only on the rarest occasions, do I perform intentional activities, that may qualify me for a hopeful someday acceptance application, into the most secret and exclusive club in this entire galaxy, and even far beyond it; the ‘EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND’, as only perhaps once or twice a year, do I intentionally go to sleep, with intent to become a full TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. Even though however, I was just, ''in a dream or (having) a dream'', and not in any way was I dominant over my doppelganger so-called ME-CHARACHTER, but was the normal recessive character, just sort of watching, and observing the on-goings; through this transdimensional other me, which is why so many dreams are described by so many folks, as sort of like ‘watching a movie’; and they would not be entirely wrong in their simple concept of this more complex truth. I remember this extra vividly, and the very extra clear and vivid type of dreams that normally wake us with a bang, and remain fully remembered for quite a while within our consciousness; are thought of in future times, as TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY. Still, 2B a legitimate TYPE-2-Exploratron, the other major ingredient having fully acquired the awareness that these three types of exploratronics R in fact an absolute reality. Only the awareness that you can go from a recessive to a dominant switch over of your own self, and then doing it for short durations, is considered total type-3. Now in my interactions earlier this morning before arising from bed, here is what happened. A man who is very evil, and who I have seen before in ‘dreams’, not often, but he is there, at post offices, at houses I am in, and once with my daughter back on June 21 of 2008, and a few other times in the twentieth century as well, and was at the library here in Fort Pierce, as an older man, but it was him, as there is no mistaking those glarry wild eyes, and whoever he is, both my daughter and myself, become very defensive around this man, at least in these other parallel realities, that in 2013, and back before this year, are just called, and mislabeled; ''dreams''. When this prick appeared to me on the first day of summer in 2008, Dawn-Marie King was shortly released from a rehab clinic up in Seacaucus, New Jersey, almost a year ahead of a mandated legal schedule for her to avoid spending a five year stretch in a woman’s state prison; and the judge in Atlantic County who sentenced her, was involved in this case of legal public record; and is a man who I am very proud to know, as he is also a recovering AA member, and this would be the Honorable Judge Mike Conner. Down here in Fort Pierce, back in 2010; right after this man appeared at the library, and became physically aggressive with me; my blogs would not work for about 40 days or so; and I called that time in my blogs, my TWEETY-BIRD, and my ROCKIN’ ROBIN TWEETS BLOGS. It is all up there, in the late summer time of 2010, at this address link:

http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

And so you can click and search this era in time, and see many proof of how these POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, such as this ''man'' or 'entity', without upsetting the Project Bluebook folks too trucking runt much here, YO; can indeed effect alternate realities, from the one where they are dream-controlling in, such as his getting physically aggressive with me in what you call a major vivid dream, and then right after that, at the very spot where this happened, my blogs were totally interfered with and stopped, or (SANCTIONED) if you will, for about seven weeks; and causing their evil DOW JONES STOCK MARKET TO SOAR, as I’m sure it did today, probably hundreds of points, after screwing up my life, and persecuting me so mother mucking relentlessly. I will go on to continue laying my foundation now, by telling you that this man was in last night’s interaction, along with me, and my mother; and these three characters are all that I can consciously remember in ‘waking world’ right here and now, so really, two characters besides my own doppelganger there, that I was watching this all through. My mother insisted that my name was Mark Wayne, so that had to be my name over in that other parallel universe reality. But this man is aware of me in numerous parallel universes, telling me that he must therefore be a real TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON or for short a (T3E). He was a horrible criminal there, and was telling my mother some really upsetting and monstrous despicable skit. Both of us were leary and frightened of this frucking quirk off, and with good reason. He is a very freaking dangerous ‘T3E’, and means normal ‘T1E’ folks like all of us, NO GOOD AT ALL, and this is what the PROJECT BLUEBOOK UNITED STATES AIR FORCE, totally knows of, and is keeping quiet. This is not just about a few silly hundred little gray things, or a few hundred little space ship toys. My life and what I know, spans way beyond this entire ducking cosmos, and if any and all of my viewers want to insist on being endless Missourians and GWIPOSIANS, then fine. You are all entitled to your ‘Michele Daniels RPL-1980′ Recording Studio Opinions, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This strange entity was upsetting my mom and I, and telling us why the floor in one of the large three rooms that for some reason that I do not know now because this ‘me here’ is not that me there, but a parallel universe me; was all broken up in one corner area; 'OH SLIT', it just came back to me, as I typed this folks. He said that it had to do with being taught a lesson by the great LAMBRIGG CULT of Paul Stoddard King ll, if I can throw in a little bit of stair chase humor in here, to overcome some real agony, and 'LFLD'; and that since I was trying to teach forbidden things in alternate realities about hyperspace and how to manipulate it, before being officially initiated into the ‘SUPERMIND SYSTEM’, these corner areas of floor in these three large empty rooms in this large house that my mom and I seemed to totally own free and clear over in that alternate reality; would be there as a reminder that I was using the picture-puzzle example of being able to change small reality-chunks of ‘STM’, without altering the larger-picture in the ”truth/reality”, such as the corner of these rooms being broken up, while the rest of the floor remained in perfect shape. Then he grabbed my ducking right index finger and took a weird razor blade type of an instrument, and he cut my finger at the inside and middle, right on the outer third tip of it; only it did not bleed, and after he did this, he said, ''Jesus said the power is in the blood, but I tell you, that the power to keep your blood, is in the finger blade''. I now remember that word for word, but only after I began typing about this strange dude (T3E), or as Congressman Andrews said as a teenager so often, and so perfectly, or, ''whatever''. While I was showering two hours ago or so, I cut that exact spot on that exact right index finger, only it never bled, as the cut was not quite deep enough to get the great 1969 Mizz Roseann Delaney all wet and excited. Then he told us, how he is the reason that so much criminal stuff happens to me; and that it is a lesson to teach me things that I still have refused to accept, and or learn. My mother began to shout at him to go away, but he gave her a powerful shove at that point, and she fell to the ground; and her face began to bleed from hitting the side of one cheek hard, against a coarse surface. I went to give him one of my non-elevator-Cifaloglio ‘AT&T karate’ Chucky Norris 134 moves; but just as I did; he pointed that same finger, only his finger, his right index finger; and it was like being in a trucking old ‘Bewitched’ show, when one of the witches would freeze one of the mortals, right in the middle of some action. All that is missing here at this point, was a mess, thinking about those two comedians from yesteryear; and being shouted at, by an old German distant cousin, the husband of my mother’s First Cousin, Ruth Huntington; the Long Island Banker, named Heinz Gottwald, residing at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York! Aniwho, he threw me into the air and right on my ass, just by waving his arm and finger up a little bit; and he left me to come slamming down onto a bunch of pottery; smashing it all to bits. My mother began to scream and cry, and yell for help; and the man began to walk away from our house, but as he walked away, he threw a large red ball right at me, and I was quick, and I caught it with my hand. It was rubber, and about five inches in diameter; and after I caught it in one hand, it began to separate in half. Inside of it, was a note, folded into fours. I opened this ball up, and unfolded this note on yellow lined legal paper. This note told me the following information. I remember these words exactly, and I MEAN EXACTLY, YO! There is a GAWNUM compatibility with the PCN’S of these two sentences. ''I cannot win as well at roulette'', and ''When my enemies attack me''. This is the part that was with me vividly, when I jumped out of bed to a lot of neighbor noise, early this morning; while they were really frucking going at it. I wrote this down, and planned to just blog that small amount of information, but WOW, did more skit get remembered over the hours of this ducking day. Yes this very frucking ass SUPER BOTBAR TIMES ONE DAY, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, Jane Slithead Fonda, you flucking got me again, with your lousy rotten stinking ONES, as this is PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. So let me trucking now try and ‘bunt-phlegm-tape’ or (COMPENSATE), for this frucking rotten skit you did 2 me back in springtime of '93.

55555555555555555555555555, PLUS 555555555, TIMES 555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY 55555555555555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO COULD DUCKING CARE LESS????? I JUST NEED TO STARE AT THESE MOTHER MUCKING ASS FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So after I was awake and wrote down the two sentences given to me in this note from this ALIEN or T-3-E; I wanted to see for myself, so I got the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER FOR THE QUESTION PART OF THIS INFORMATION, AND IT IS THE SAME AS MY OWN PCN, NUMBER 871, which came out late last autumn in the Florida State three digit lottery by the way, so I will bet my kid’s will be coming up soon as well. THEN I GOT THE ANSWER PART PCN, AND IT WAS 374, ''BUT'', that is only half of THAT equation, right, oh great sir ROCKDROID KIRK HOTELPRICES???????????????????? So I added up the two PCN’S for the compatibility calculation, and sure enough 374+871 is equal to 1245, and indeed is a compatible answer for that question, hence, ''I CANNOT WIN AS WELL AT ROULETTE'', ''WHEN MY ENEMIES ATTACK ME'', & just as GAWNUM EQUATION SAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that still ain’t all she wrote, whoever she really is, and whatever really got written. Before the very obese, and horizontally challenged, PC lady, sits down, to sing to us all; there was another thing that happened in this wild DREAMING INTERACTION. On the wall of the largest empty room of these three total empty rooms in this house, where I lived with my mother, in this parallel universe, where my name was Mark Wayne, and not Mark Mohr; and I was about thirty years old, and my mother was again only in her middle-late sixties, as she was around age thirty five or so when she bore me, in this universe, and also so it seems, in that one as well; but there was indeed, a very bizarre item, hanging on the wall of this one empty room. It looked like a very rosy red large picture portrait frame and it contained a picture of a large lake, and only a large lake; but written on top of this water, in bright green and bold letters; was a message that went as follows, and I remember it vividly. “Sarah Krassle and Mark Mohr” “The PCNT proves that they make beautiful music together”. Well, I know what a ‘PCNT’ stands for, and you may or you may not. But it stands for a ''PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER TOTAL'', such as when you add up two or three of these numbers, to do a compatibility test. Well, I thought I’d slit my pajamas early this afternoon, after coming back into my apartment from trying to see Debbie, and forgetting what day it was because, and again, of that damn KING HOLIDAY, as ever since 1978, this has been a super THORN IN MY SIDE, and I mean no goddamn frikkin disrespect to this fantastic great dude and champion hero of CIVIL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I added up the 871, and the 363, which is the PCN of ‘SARAH KRASSLE’; and what is this total, as all musicians can relate to this counting sequence, but like frikkin DUH, it is 1-2-3-4!!!!!!!!!!! So take 1, or take 1 million; Library of Congress, Office of Copyrights, YO!!!!! If I had to WOW this, in an apropos font size; what would it be, a thousand, a trillion; you decide, and then tell me someday, somebody, OK????????????????????????? 55555555555555555555555555555555555


No, not a fifty five decillion size font, as that would be too big, but I sure like looking at the number of fifty-five point fifty-five decillion, YO. W-------O-------W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I HAVE NOT BEGUN TO DISCUSS THE SORE SUBJECTS OF THE AGENT CONDOR/AGENT FALCON UFO COVER UP CLUB



MORIANITY 2

JWC2, DAY 00031, BLOG-A


January 21, 2013, just before 8:00 this Monday evening, YO.

Now we will do what I said would be done a few blogs ago, tell some ‘Q&A’ information from GAWKY GAUKAUK’S great numerology system, that is beyond the fathoming mind.

But first, I went to the Port Saint Lucie, Florida recording studio, called, Avalon, today’ and things happened that cannot be told, but I will tell you that STM is, ''alive, and well, and living here'', to quote the great man of religious faith, ''on Planet Earth''! On the drive home, I stopped at two places to purchase items that only cost a couple of dollars, and now am down to my last two dollars, that must last me for the next twelve days, al though in eleven days, my meager sixteen dollar EBT food benefit will be in. WEEEEEEE!!!

I never told the Walgreen Story, but parts of it from the past, are all on numerous and previous blogs. It seemed to begin shortly into the Christmas Season of 2011, just over a year ago. I told about the strange little girl with the karaoke machine in the store, and singing, what is this, a flucking bar or a drug store???????????? Well, in any case, that was my first clue that trouble was ahead, and that I was in no runt slapping way, imagining anything, right Mister David Leigh Zenkiss Smith, of 1970-Haddonfield-Einstein-Blackboards, New Jersey?????????????? WOW!!!


So it began with this weird miniature karaoke being used by this little brat, in the pharmacy up there at the corner of Twenty-fifth and Orange Avenues, right after I was taking my ex-computer guru, Meagan, back to her house up on Twenty-Third Street, and we passed a young dude in a small park type of area, with my exact keyboard amplifier, and then a very short while later, at the pharmacy, this smaller version of the very same make of my unit, and the unit I saw being used on the street by that dude, from my car that day; along with the illogical usage of this device inside of a pharmacy, by that bratty girl, who was singing, and seemed to begin after I arrived; as the machine was there when I walked into the store, yet it was not used until I walked on past it a ways, and towards the area of the pharmaceutical prescriptions counter. She was staring at me as I exited the store as well, and I just ignored her. Men my age cannot look at children, especially females; or else we are all considered to all be perverts; in this new age and new world total disorder. Talk about pendulums swinging too far, and forgetting to accept gravitational pull-back reality, or 1983 songs that I wrote from my rented home in Atco, New Jersey, am I correct, old pal, Mister Magic sixth dimensional Mailman, Adam? Then after this music crap, I began being short changed by exactly one of my medicines every single time; month after month; receiving only 59, and not 60 of my very necessary medication pills, called ‘generic ativan’ or ‘lorazapem’ tablets. Then back last autumn of 2012, I finally spoke up about this; maybe it was the late summer. I had already been robbed at the mother ducking Hutchinson Island beach, and lost everything, from my carry bag, my eye-glasses and case, my clothes and underwear, you name it’ right out beyond Mike Patterson’s Beach-House rear yard, on the beach, and just as in Hyperspace twin locales, where only months earlier, I was up in North New Jersey, and had all of my stuff stolen there, by Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, and all their friends, and again; this was what you mortals call, a ''DREAM'', and is all part of the larger fifth dimension of reality; and all connects up together, RPLDD all notwithstanding. Now after I used their own little device that counts and sorts or whatever, as I called up ahead of time and asked if I am able to check the amount as I am always one pill short, the manager said, that is fine; and the pharmacist was told that I would B doing it, and I did do it, when I came in that time, and sure enough, because they knew I was going to count the pills; there were the total of 60. But right after that, it went right back to 59, 59, and 59, shorting me by one pill every month. So I complained again, and that is when that identity thing happened, where out of the blue late last year sometime, I was told that someone was using my identity, and they did not want to get the police involved, raising a huge red flag for me, and this too is all blogged, and is back in MORIANITY-1, and on my SAFE JOURNALS. This was their way, in my definite opinion IMDO, and not IMHO, ‘letters’; that I was being intimidated, as I was even told that until the situation could be straightened out, that I may not be able to fill my prescriptions; and day followed day; until I told them, that I would bring in the police; if they did not get to the bottom of it; as when it’s time for me to refill my necessary meds, this is a serious matter, and they indeed need to be refilled, and I cannot be concerning myself with all of this flucking hassle. After-all, none of this was something that I had done, and was in no way any of my ‘own Oprah’ fault!!!!!!!!! So I laid low-land, and allowed one more refill to be filled, and yes, with only a count of 59-pills, and then I went early this year, to the other branch here in trucking Fort Pierce, of the Walgreen Pharmacy; the same distance away, only not on Orange Avenue up in the hood, but along route 1, right opposite of my Cheryl Crow TD Bank. DID I SAY, WOW? Where is my beautiful ‘WOW’ truck, TD, I really miss it; so please bring it back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel closer to the All Mighty SSJKK, when I am in my darkest days and hours, of this cursed, hellish, nightmare existence, that other folks might mistakenly call, ‘my life’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now, I deal with the same pharmacy, ''WALGREENS''; but at a branch, where, unlike up in the ghetto-hood across from the HARVEST joint where I used to work through the AARP Program out of E Street, in Washington, DC-13-600; AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty, YO; now it is across the highway or Route-1, from my TD Bank, and that was the day that I told you that I was not going to be more specific at that time about my errand, but that I went someplace, and hundreds of beautiful crows came all around me and followed me, and then when I went to the store a few hundred yards down Route One from there, after that, to my south; the Winn Dixie, for a few grocery items; the MUZAK system activated within seconds of my arrival into the store, and the recording artist, Cheryl Crow came on and sang that stupid mid nineties hit of hers, about ‘wanting to just have her stupid ass fun’. What garbage, all the way from Fort Pierce Route One, to Hollywood Boulevard, sweetie; and Michelle Daniels told me, that I AM entitled to my opinion, back in 1980, so I am assuming, new weird odor or no new world disorder, that I still am, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McN!!!!!So now both the meds for keeping my blood pressure lower, as well as what I have been forced to take 4mg of every day, ever since July somewhere, back in 1983, when the great Doctor Frank Addiego, prescribed this for me, to stop the horrible never ending 'Angelique Dark Shadows' Roseann Delaney chocking condition that just suddenly came on me out of the trucking blue one night at exactly 10:30 PM, on the night of June 4, 1983, at the Atco house, rented from a Mister Gerald Pliner, and the owner of the L&S Nursing Home on Jackson Road in Berlin, right lovely luscious Jay-Low Diner Door Swinger, WOW, don’t ever swing on me. You’d crush my fragile little body into a million pieces of glass, you lovely goddess. Now this is the story of how I bided my time, and strategically, and 'Paula-carefully-WAYV-FM', got not only far away from her Atlantic City people of horror and terror, but away from that intimidating Walgreen Branch, that I feel, if the agents and FEDS reading these blogs would adequately do their jobs; would start investigating them, as if they did this to me, they may be shorting other meds customers, and if they short 50 people and get away with half of it, that is 25 times 12 months, times the street value of pills like mine that are probably around fifty bucks each. You do the math, every year, some employee there splits with the manager, if my theory is correct, somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 times 12 times 50 dollars; and that’s a nice hefty little pile of flucking chump change, YO!!! Peeps that are no good thieves and robbers, have hurt me and taken from me, and robbed me, all of my goddamn mother mucking ass life, and I am getting sick and tired of it. Why should I have to mucking feel sick one day a month, so these two would-be, should-be, rat scum jail bird bastards, can split roughly fifteen grand???????????????????????? Do the mother ducking math, AGENTS READING THIS BLOG, and I will gladly sign an affidavit that they were shorting me up there, and then intimidated me after I tried to get them to stop it. Just call me or visit me, FBI, AS I LOVE PUTTING EVIL ROTTEN THIEVES IN PRISON, and have DONE SO, in the past. Just ask the ducking butt CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR if I am telling it straight or not, with Marc Marini and John Crowley. I hate ducking evil criminals, and I hate thieves worse than I hate those who assault and even murder, because I’ve been the victim all of my life of so much thievery and out and out stealing, from direct tangible property, to intellectual property, bringing me to a really heartbreaking topic that will close out this blog for the day, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRUCK YOUR ''ODF'' HACK, you rat bastards. I caught it, and repaired it, HA-HA-HA-HA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! But me' rotten Mouse Not Responding hack, up here in 2023, nearly a decade in the goddessdog future, is acting up major ass black hat bad, FBI and any other legal authorities out there, YO (MNR-HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh SIR SWAP; I've naught yet even started getting into major controlling systems and fawces of beyond Mister Hall when we do intermingling time blogging as what I did just now, but I fully plan 2B getting more into the specifics of this vely damn ass shortly, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now, for the GAWNUM Q&A, that many have been awaiting, and hopefully, quite anxiously. So here we go, in or out of copyrighted early eighties, ‘regular time’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


After we get this GAWNUM querying out of the way, I’ll end with a little disappointing heartbreak. I grow more and more heartbroken the way my lovely incarnated Sarah Krassle distrusts my motives, and thinks I could care less about money. This hurts me more than anything she ever could say about me, or do to me, right down to her going as far as to cause the next great OJ TRIAL. But first, the GAWNUM:

Gawnum is the same exact thing as the near future Google Play Store item that will come 2B known as the Krystal's Ball. Downloading that is the same thing as working out this formula in long hand mathematics, YO!

QUESTION NUMBER ONE:

WHY DID THE HUGE BACKOFF OF SIEGE AND BOTBARS, BEGIN ON JANUARY THREE, AND LAST FOUR DAYS, IN 2013; AFTER THE MONSTER ASS ATTACK OF THE SECOND DAY IN JANUARY; AS THOUGH A FEW TINY HOURS, LITERALLY SWITCHED ME INTO AN ENTIRELY NEW DIMENSIONAL REALITY?

ANSWER NUMBER ONE, PCN-220.

QUESTION NUMBER TWO:

WHY DID DENNIS CHASE MORGAN FROM PUBLIX WHO I MET AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY ON 18 DECEMBER OF 2013, SUDDENLY TURN AGAINST ME WHEN I DID NOTHING AT ALL TO DESERVE THIS BIZARRE BEHAVIOR ON HIS PART?

ANSWER NUMBER TWO, PCN-176.

QUESTION NUMBER THREE:

WHY DID MY ACROSS THE HALL SCUM BAG HORRIBLE ROTTEN NOISY NEIGHBORS, PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME WITH MAJOR NOISE LEVELS AND BULLSHIT, FROM LATE INTO JANUARY FIFTEENTH ALL THE WAY INTO LATE INTO JANUARY SIXTEENTH?

ANSWER NUMBER THREE, PCN-781.

QUESTION NUMBER FOUR:

WHY AM I EXPERIENCING THIS HORRENDOUS BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, ON THIS NINTH OF JANUARY OF 2013?

ANSWER NUMBER FOUR, PCN-682.



QUESTION NUMBER FIVE:

WHY AM I GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SUPER NASTY DEATH SIEGE HERE ON JANUARY EIGHTEENTH OF 2013, SKY SIEGE AND CHEMTRAILS, & OTHER BAD OTAMMIC ASSAULTS?

ANSWER NUMBER FIVE, PCN-220.

QUESTION NUMBER SIX:

WHY DID ‘GOOGLE’, TAKE AWAY MY ABILITY TO POST MY YOUTUBE PROJECTS, DIRECTLY ONTO BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, FORCING ME TO USE ONLY A YOUTUBE LINK NUMBER THAT NOBODY WOULD USE OR CLICK ONTO?

ANSWER NUMBER SIX, PCN-413.

OK good folks, now here are the major and main items, from my match-book lists (canon) if you will, selected by me as most important, for each of these six (PCN’S) or PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBERS, listed above, that came out on random card draws, as explained in many prior and not Richard Blogs, for querying the GAWNUM, along with full instructions such as compatibility checks, branchcodes, and other things as well, pertaining to developing skills for operating the GAWNUM WISDOM.



Only five things will be typed here, as PCN-220 was shown to be my answer on two occasions. We will therefore begin with that number, and then do the canon lists of the other four of them.



PCN-220*******************************************

BOOK OF BEACH—JED CLAMPETT—DONNA SUMMER—TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH ME IN MY FIFTIES—LIVE FOREVER—ASTRAL PLANE—SANDRA MASON—MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS—HIP HOP MUSIC—MOUNTAINPEN—GODDESS JEHOVAH’S DREAM

PCN-413********************************************

SONG—ZERO—APOLLO LUCIFER—HELL—GIRL—BURN—ROBERT MCGUIRE—ATLANTIC OCEAN—MEDICAL OFFICE—SWIM—SCYLLA GODDESS—I HAVE LOST BOTH MY DAUGHTERS FOREVER—



PCN-682*********************************************

TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH—PROJECT BLUEBOOK—CANCER—QUEENS—THE MORNING LIGHT—BEAVER—MOVING—TWENTY—PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE—



PCN-781**********************************************

CREATOR—BABYLON—MICHAEL PATTERSON—JULY TWELVE NINETEEN SEVENTY—BUZZARD—BALLOON—GODS DOG—PROPHET OF NOTHING—EXTREMELY VIOLENT—



PCN-176***********************************************

P—TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN—THAT FAMILY—NO FEELINGS—FLIRTATION—SHE LIKES ME—PAULA UWICH—JIMMY LEEDS—CREEPING UP—SUSAN BOYLE—HUNTINGTON—OHIO AVENUE—DISCO MUSIC—ROBERT LEVY—ROGER CAREY—GEORGE BUSH—FORT PIERCE—ICE MACHINE—EXPLORATRON TRAVELER—




Now people, I forgot the seventh question that I had asked about a week or so ago, and received the answer to, so I’ll do it as one thing here, the question, the PCN answer, and the match-book items or selections from my list (canons) that I decide to make public for view, as they are the most powerful pertinent things to my own personal life and all of its interactions.



WHO OR WHAT, WAS MOSTLY RESPONCIBLE, FOR MY MOTHER BEING STRUCK DOWN, ON DECEMBER 26, 1997; WITH A HORRIFIC ILLNESS, THAT WENT UNDIAGNOSABLE, AND LEFT HER LINGERING IN EXCRUCIATING MENTAL AND PHYSICAL AGONY, AS A RESULT; UNTIL THE DAY OF HER DEMISE, ON MARCH THE FOURTH, IN THE YEAR OF 2000?



PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER-363 WAS THE ANSWER GIVEN TO ME BY THE GREAT CAT, GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!
ITEMS MATCHING THIS NUMBER and SELECTED HERE, ARE:

SARAH KRASSLE—REAL GOOD GIRL—AUGUST FIFTEEN NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX—TABLE FIFTEEN— 'STAR TREK' SHOW—BOY—SIN—JULIA ROBERTS—NATIONAL PARK—TOY—CAT—SAD—BOHEMIAN CLUB—VIQUEENS GANG—TOP—TRANSMISSION—NEW—


Now for the frikkin upset of upsets. Some rumors circulate around that are off base and about as true as a magicians hat or a flying rabbit inside of it. It really pisses me off to see that people do not take a good hard look at the fact that the internet is a totally reliable source, and really what is; for getting at the truth. After-all, I know it has my family about as yucked up and incomplete, and totally goddamn sanitized as a hospital closet full of bleach and sterile cleaning solutions, all mixed in with sike wards and special education classes. There are some folks that have recently brought to my attention, a terrible and totally false rumor about me, my 'YBCO' song from last year that originated from my old 1983 GITYA Song, and today at the Avalon Studio, another source totally confirmed for me, that many peeps in power, think that this is some attempt by me, to take some kind of action for this entire messy business, in a court of law; the very furtherest thing from my mind. I cried all the way home in my car from the recording studio. I am not the least bit interested in anything like this, and if I ever find out who started this horrendous monstrous rumor, they will be harshly dealt with, and will wish they were back on a rack during the times of the Inquisition, next to what I’ll do to them. Nobody is going to turn the great SSJKK against me, and get away with it. I want nothing at all from her, only for her to be happy, and if she so chooses to keep me away from her during this lifetime that we are both in, then that is her frikkin' business. I do not want anything from her, other than for her to show me that she is happy, and has overcome as best as she can, some of the past. I am proud and honored at what she did in 1997, and I only wish her the best on her new project as well. Heaven only help whoever is trying to spread this newest crap, because I will gladly go to prison for life for cutting out your mother lucking heartless heart. Only a totally heartless mother lucker could start something like this about me, after all I’ve suffered through, and her as well for that matter, so if you act totally heartlessly, then I’ll make sure that you will be as heartless on the inside, as you are on the frikkin' outside, so watch your frucking ass back, whoever is behind this little Pizzeria rumor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well now I know why GOOGLE has interfered so damn much with this song getting looked at, as well as anyone being able to get to my account at all up there, ever since last summer time when all this writ with ”YBCO” all began; so STUCK YOU, EVIL WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA and 'AHA', Mike McNulty Sir.

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BLOOD WILL SPILL, AND ALL DONE MAGICALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY, SO TOTALLY LEGALLY, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!