Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 34

U-R-NOW READING CHAPTER NUMBER 34.

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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10:27 ANTE' MERIDIAN

FRIDAY MORNING

2 JUNE, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

06-02-2023---DIGITIAL DATE

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PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

FRIDAY, 'NON-MAMMA' JUNE 2, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 6:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

The internet is filled with endless great stuff, all I want is 4 peeps 2 realize, as does my distant cuzz Donnie boy does, is that not all of the information accepted in this ole' world, is absolutely reliable nor totally accurate, especially YO, if it in any way pertains 2 my Huntington awesome family BRAHHHH!!!!!!

Jetties : These are large man made rock structures placed at the sides of river mouths where they enter the ocean to protect the channel from being sanded in by the ocean current. Most large rivers that have cargo ships entering and leaving need at least 40' of water and it to be consistent from year to year for navigation. The US Army Corp of Engineers builds then maintains these jetties for the above purpose. This would mainly be the Columbia River and the Chehalis River at grays Harbor. Smaller rivers like the Quileute at LaPush would be for the protection of the small fishing fleet that calls this location home. These rocks are large, some being so large that one or two would fill the bed of a dump truck.

In Washington and Oregon the south jetties will usually protrude farther into the ocean than the north jetties. The reason is that our winter storms come from the southwest, so the south jetty takes more of a beating by the waves during a storm. The smaller finger jetties sometimes called breakwaters or groins, (actually named revetments) near the harbors are a lot safer fishing from, especially for younger kids. You may want to go to the NOAA weather report website for Portland OR. CLICK HERE. The reason for Portland, even though you are looking at say the Washington coast is because most of the weather comes in from the southwest. Cape Shoalwater which is the northernmost report here is at the mouth of the Willapa River. Safety taken care of, now we can concentrate on fishing.

There are other smaller structures that act as breakwaters for internal harbors. They are all there to protect something, like land or to protect inner boat basins.

The south & only jetty at LaPush, notice logs piled up from winter storms	One of the smaller breakwater jetties at Westport taken from the observation tower, with the Coast Guard practicing in the distance

It is a good idea to fish here with a partner

The north jetty at the Columbia River has a special season and regulations during salmon season. The north jetty at Grays Harbor is off the city of Ocean Shores which is a lot friendlier to fish off of for us old geezers.

Species of Fish Normally Caught : There are a wide variety for "bottom fish" in & near these rock structures. The reason I say "IN" is that with these large rocks, there are many underwater crevices for baitfish, crabs, piling worms, etc. to hide. All this then relates to a next step up the food chain, for the larger fish that you are interested in. Here you can have the opportunity to catch any of the many varieties of sea perch, flounder, sole, kelp greenling, rockfish, even a cabizon or ling cod. There could be others including dogfish shark also if you get in the wrong area. You may even catch a Dungeness crab.

You can also cast off the jetties for crab with the little bait-box snare loops type crab traps.

Black Sea Bass, a common specie of the "Rockfish Family"	Starry Flounder

Open Seasons : Washington State waters are open to most bottomfish year around with liberal limits. Serf perch has a daily limit of 15, rockfish, 10, other bottomfish like kelp greenling, cabizon etc. 15 total. The season for ling cod generally is open from March 15 to Oct. 15 with a limit of 2 & a minimum size of 24" Check your state's fishing regulations before you go. 2013 saw a change in some of these limits.

Seasons & Timing : About any time of the year when the weather is decent is when you will see people fishing off the jetties. However more use it during the spring and summer than the rest of the year it seems. It seems that the best time to fish these jetties would be on the incoming tide. The reason would be that there is less current running then, making easier to keep your gear where you want it.

Rods & Reels : The most commonly used units will probably be an 8' 6" heavy steelhead rod with a spinning reel.

Tackle Requirements : Here you will have about as many different terminal gear as there are fisherpersons. But the main requirement is to use a sinker that is heavy enough to cast your bait far enough out to keep from getting snagged in any of these large boulders that may have been washed out of position and farther into the ocean or river, depending on which side you are fishing on.

Usually it may be best to attach your sinker with a lighter weight dropper line, so if snagged, it will break off but you can get the rest of your gear back. In circumstances like this a heavier mainline than actually required to land a 2 to 4# fish may be prudent. 15# or more mainline would not be uncommon here.

Method : The method may depend on which specie of fish you are targeting. The sea perch, sole and flounder will be on the bottom. Up from the bottom a few feet will be the rockfish and greenling. Normally you do want your gear actually on the bottom, but up from 2 to 6 feet. This can be hard when casting from shore. If you keep snagging up, move slightly as you may be in an area where there are more rocks washed inward.

These fish are using the sunken rocks as a hide out, so if you cast straight out you may well be casting beyond the fish. Try casting more at an angle with the jetty. You may have more hangups but you may well get more fish in the process.

One method would be akin to jigging, and that is to cast out, let the lure sink to the bottom, hold the rod high, then reel in rapidly raising the lure. Then drop the rod tip, letting the lure sink. Count numbers until it hits bottom again, then raise and reel again. Repeat this process, raising the lure, bringing it toward you, then allowing it to drop. This dropping creates a fluttering action that most bottomfish can not resist. Keep this process up until you get close to the jetty, then cast and start over again.

An effective method for rock fish, ling cod, flounder and even salmon during the season is to use a 3" float with a 2-3 ounce mooching weight (for casting) a foot below the float. Attach a 6' leader with a size 1 - 3/0 salmon hook. Whole fresh or frozen herring work very well. Let the herring free float at the discretion of the float with the wind/current.

Some fisherpersons have devised methods to get your bait out there, but yet off the bottom. One is a small battery powered propeller driven float. Other fisherpersons use a rubber balloon or plastic toilet tank float above the jig or bait. They use a small enough sinker or jig to cast out but not heavy enough to sink the balloon. Here, get it out, let the tide and or the wind keep it there.

I have been experimenting using a #000 Spi-N-Glo with a single hook attached as a buoyant device about 24" above a jig. This gives me a jig as a primary lure, plus some buoyancy with another hook attached above. The trick is to balance the jig to be just below the buoyancy of the Spi-N-Glo. With this method I can raise the rod tip which also raises the lures. Then I reel in a few feet, let the tip pack down, this lets me cover more area not only in distance but also in height of the water column. It appears that about a 1/2 or a 3/4oz. jig will work, depending on the current.

The same basic tackle that is normally used for surf fishing for sea perch will work with modifications.

Which side do I fish On? : Normally this would be the river side because the bait tends to stay in a protected area. The ocean will be on the other side and will have more current or breakers coming in against the jetty. However the ocean side may be more productive for sea perch. For the smaller breakwaters either side seems to usually work OK.

Bait : Here again can be many different things. Sand shrimp, sand or piling worms, chunks of herring or squid, anything that will stay on the hook for a while will work. Others may use 2" to 4" plastic tailed curly tails either with shrimp bait on a hook or attached to a lead-head jig from 3/8 to 4oz. Others may try casting metal spoons.

Tackle Box : In a situation like this, lugging a tackle box out there is not something I like to do. The best thing to get is a backpack. With this you can take extra tackle, rain gear, even your camera, & a lunch.

Landing Net : This is something you will have to decide on yourself. But I have seem many larger fish lost because the fisherperson, (or his partner) could not get close enough (for safety reasons) to the water on sloping slippery rocks & the wave raises & drops fast enough that the fish gets the leader broken off right at the fisherman's feet.

Something to Put Your Catch In : Here possibly a small plastic garbage can liner that will fit in your backpack. Others use a burlap sack. Others will take a 7" section of broom-handle, cut a circular groove near each end& tie a section of 3/16" nylon cord on one end, with the other end loose so you can string the fish onto this end of the cord. When you want to move or bring them in to shore, shorten the cord up & tie the other end around the other end of the broom-handle forming an easy to carry fish carrier.

Coho Salmon : Late summer and early fall if Coho salmon are in, as they take bait near the surface. When these fish are a possible target, some fisherpersons use a rubber balloon as described above, but above a whole herring. Again they use a small enough sinker to cast out but not heavy enough to sink the balloon. In use you want to cast upstream of the current, allowing the float to carry the lure down toward you. Reel in the slack line is when a fish strikes the bait, you need in contact, not a lot of slack line where you would most likely miss the hookset. As the float passes you, then gets pulled in closer to the jetty, reel in and start over with another cast.

Probably here where you need a strong floating line, the braided line will work best, but you will probably need to coat it with Muscilin line coating paste used by fly fishermen.

This can be challenging however if there are a lot of seagulls in the area. Here, get it out in a possible travel path & let the tide & or wind keep it there.

Sharing the Area : Water near the larger long jetties will many times be shared by boaters, while water near the smaller revetments you could see surf-boarders on a decent day. The boaters will be tossing 2-4 oz jigs into or near the rocks on a rising tide. They will hit it at low tide and fish as it comes up. As a suggestion to the boaters working this area, keep your motor running, and don't leave the helm if the water is the least bit rough.

Other Things to See : You will observe many starfish attached to the rocks that are under water most of the time. Seals & sea lions are also known to use these rocks. Sea otters are even known to hide in the rocks & steal unsuspecting fisherman's catch. And of course many seagulls a few cormorants, & possibly some pelicans will round out the sight seeing.

Fish, fishing, and jetties, have thrilled and fascinated me ever since the 1960's when first introduced 2 the great jetty in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and what I then came 2 call, Ziggy's Jetty. This was not his jetty of course, merely the named and labeled place given by a fourteen year old adolescent at the tail end of the 1960's decade, YO.

Hey, the Mountainpen likes several things besides fishing and jetties, both made of stone or wood, and in any place on the geographical globe known as the Earth-Planet. He likes babies 2. At one time in my early adulthood, I was fond of cats and dogs, but kids and babies not so much. Then after getting into my sixties, I joined my mom in my absolute admiration 4 all adorable whittle babies, perhaps once leading 2 the lab tech Doctor Dags and her great statement made by here long ago in the early 1980's. She said, “If U don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's gotta' B something wrong with U somewhere” and I agree with the girl, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love all things in Mother Nature's great magical bag, HER mountains and Her stars, HER rivers and lakes, oceans, clouds; anything out there in the natural order of utter beauty and splendor. Of course it is more than just what is visible when it comes 2 my absolute monstrous and unfathomable love 4 my awesome LIGHTNING. SHE goes beyond all of this, and all of my photos of lightning have been canceled out by the owners of the internet images; so I have none right now 2 display on this blog. “So sahwee”; all great Japanese war-hungry Ambassador's from back in WWll. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps gorgeous and once intimidating 'Katy-Pee', and also, absolutely Mack Kaiter camp counselor 1967-1968, but we cannot leave out the great and illustrious Sir Chester-Frank here, of all great 'bi-first named persons' in my life in one way or the other, and beginning early in 1979 with my Commanding Officer on a security guard site, Sir Bob George, yes-sir; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!! Let us B4 we rap stuff up here,never forget my lovely and beyond breathtakingly beautiful awesome splendid MOON, as SHE will B 100 totally full at shortly past midnight tomorrow moUUUUrning, just 13 hours or so away now, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went over 2 my co-op office here at the Quiet Waters Park around fifteen minutes shy of beginning this blog, hoping 2 resolve my problem a wee bit with my newest creditor debt collector annoying and hassling, and borderline criminal IMHO anyway, scum bag calling themselves, the MIDLAND CREDIT MANAGEMENT of Minnesota-USA. They buy millions of dollars of debts from those creditors who were unable 2 collect from borrowers between 5 and 20 years or so back in time, and purchase them 4 a few lousy pennies on the dollar, and then vigorously attempt 2 collect these completely unreasonable debts by annoying and threatening peeps until some small percentage of them wish 2 end their suffering and pay these criminals, and so they make out like pirating thieves drinking victim blood in their lions dens. I was told by Randy at the co-op office, just twenty yards from my trailer, back around a year or so ago; that they will run my credit 2C any possible negative items on a credit report, and also provide a FICO credit score, and for the fee of 25 bucks. But 'Sir Randy' is no longer at the office, and the fee has jumped up in less than one lousy ass year now, 2 double that amount, or 50 smacks, YO, and out of me' futhermucking whittle pitiful price range budget, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! My day of course is hovering around one and one-eighth on both the parameters of general life as well as moods and attitudes, (GL-MA) 4 short as it appears on my late July of 1982 'LIFE CHARTS' !!!!!!! Hopefully the day will correct so that I can at least close it out in 14 hours or so at either a 1-2, a 2-1, or even a rounded up legitimate 2-2 coming off of a closed out one and two thirds or so GL-MA. In any case, 'only time can tell', as the great song duo from a half century ago back into time now would put this in their beyond damn ass marvelous song lyrics, the great Karen & Richard CARPENTER. SOOOOOOOOOOO folks, WHAAAAAAAA, and a gigantic and absolutely HUUUUUUUGE, WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, 1971 Church Farm School of 1971 (CFS), Mister Michael McNulty, YO BRRRRRRR!!!!!!! If these creditor criminals report this 14+ year old illegal debt 2 my 3 credit bureaus, and lower me' credit score, and damage my reputation on a debt of this long past age; then I plan 2 sue them myself in a court of law; but one good thing happened over at the office an hour ago, that is the reason Y my day did not go straight and totally 2 an already bottom of the barrel, and rated as such, day: I said 2 the new folks in my QW-TP office, “ If they can manage 2 hurt my credit, since this place is very fussy about good credit, will I get tossed out of here since I do not wish 4 this 2 happen, and on a nearly decade and a half old debt”? They said, “Absolutely not, we would not do this 2U, and we promise U that we won't, Mark”. THAT is Y my day did not drop straight into a futhermucking BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So HA-HA-HA 2 HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The mighty Mister James Tiberius Burr would always warn me incessantly, naught 2 ever do what I just did, U know; 2 mock the forces, or as he called it in the seventies, with his cave day Christian terminology, 'SATAN THE DEVIL'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So hit me with your best goddessdog shot, lovely 1980 Rhode Island resident, Mizz Patty Benitar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'WO', Mister Harner.

COMPUTER HACKING ENEMIES R OFF THE TRUCKING SCALE TODAY, FBI, FCC, ACLU, & HAGUE COURT!

END OF THISSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION.

Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 33

U-R-NOW READING CHAPTER NUMBER 33.

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Sunday, March 19, 2023

MPN--2023--CHAPTER 025

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I'm so very happy, and not about any pales of fish on a Stone Harbor jetty back in 1971 a month or less from the time that I started going 2 the nauseating Exton, PAUSAESMWG 'CF SCHOOL'; but rather happy about my Blogaudian page-view ranging that as long as it stays between approximately 240 and 420 weekly page-views (WPV), I don't seem 2B getting any of the OTAMMIC SPAMMENIES who R up here with the sole purpose 2 complain about my blog and have recent chapters temporarily pulled down and off until the Blogger Team reassess this, and goes onto then reinstate them back up and on again. Still, my daily average is around 39 so 7 times 39 falls perfectly within what my Morianity and these BOM-BLOGS classifies as my SAFETY WPVC RANGE, with the 'C' standing 4 COUNT, hence my WPVCR4-SAFETY, YO!!!!!!!! WHAAA THAT! I'm at a low end of that safety margin range, but absolutely folks; am NAUGHT COMPLAING IN THE LEAST WEE WHITTLE BIT, as it totally beats my continuously monitoring and e-mailing the blogger-team, and yes; we all know that my evil demonic wicked diseased SPAMMENIES enjoy constantly and continually harassing the pathetic and pitiful Mountainpen in every way possible with the least chance of any of them being major EXPOSED in any way, 2 quote the now latengrate Sir David Roth. WEEEEEE! My best guessing guests pink Scylla Goddess guess here peeps, is simply thisssssssssss: Out of these averaged loyal Morians and mostly what I characterize as my 'Inbetweenians', here on these BOM-BLOGS, and just maybe 3 or 4 of them R true blue non-Mizz Amyloo Cicone Cooley, 'true-blue' MORIANS, and that 4 right now will suffice 4 my damn ass whittle purposes, YO!!!!!!!!!! I'll never forget that early afternoon lunch break at Cooley Hall when gorgeous Amy was chewing up her chicken salad sandwich and opened her mouth and pretended that she was gonna' spit it out, and I was thinking; “Go ahead lovely blond beauty queen, U can just let that lovely slop go right into me' whittle mouth”!!!!!!!!!!! All of her millions of fans world wide would agree with me that she is beyond gorgeous and even 2 this very day, and remember this was when she was 13 or 14 years old, and she was beyond adorable and luscious even then, YO folks out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My medical agent returned my early day telephone call 2 him yesterday and I told him all about everything going on around me with my nightmare botbar problems of yesterday and recent times, and he gave me some real good non curly haired 1986 advice, having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with going back 2 school, or music, or anything along that line, oh U wonderful awesome illustrious NASA astronauts of the fictional Superman movies. Maybe I should have said, oh U wonnerfulla-wonnerfulla non
Mister Larry Welk advice pertaining 2 any and all magical Panther cat astral numbers such as 363. In any event, let us trudge further down the septic line here today, shall we folks? I'll attempt 2 keep my dirty old man mind out of the lovely and quite famous sewers of France as we move this along peeps, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! WOW is my futhermucking SPACE-BAR HACK on a major steroidal goddessdog roll here today, me' good fwwwwolks, and Elmer Fwwwwuud as well, late and great SIR, (latengrate)!!!!!!

Yes world and loyal few Blogaudians whomever U may B out here; Mister Berner told me 2 drive over early today 2 the most local Social Security Office and bring all of my ID, and request a copy of my 2023 award letter, and then take it 2 the 'Medicaid Office' that is situated inside of the old HARVEST OUTREACH joint, that is now called, the United against Poverty charity, or the 'UP' 4 short; at the 25^th Street, and Orange Avenue, intersection. I did all of this and everything went off smoother than a Victorian era socialite lady's glove, from back in the times when my lovely Mizz Sara J. Karge was born in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, on the 18^th of July in the year of 1896. I find it beyond interesting, lovely Mizz fictional 'L&O'-TV-show, Abigail Carmichael; how the years of 1896 and 1986, are an incredible inversion mathematically. One is the year of HER birth, and the other was the year of 'my DEATH', at least according 2 a quick conversation that took place in a parallel 'other Atlantic City' universe, in a city known and named over there, called ATLANTICA. Yes the advice given 2 me worked out great, the crap is all faxed and time proof stamped and dated with receipt copies given 2 me, and the Medicaid Office has my proof of income through the SSA. The dude there did tell me today that the Florida Medicaid computer systems got screwed up this year and is causing the problem and making sure that only those deserving the assistance will B getting it, making sure that those poverty stricken pathetic slobs such as the Mountainpen will have funds available 4 them, so I don't have a problem with that, but I'll bet horse shoes 2 fire flies that it was no Angie Harmon coincidence that Trump and his 'buddies' arranged somehow 2 get those computers 2 screw up, as he won't quit until I am dead or starved, or wiped out and destroyed, only he ain't got the damn balls 2 do himself, what he wants done 2 the pitiful frikkin' ass Mountainpen, YO!!!

Here I am a total futhermucking nobody, according 2 all of the other nobody's on the Earth; yet those in charge, those WORLD OWNERS, or the WOMO as I named these diseased jag offs back in 1988, and copyrighted the entire thing as a musical project titled, Epitome of Harassment, Part 2; know absolutely better than thisssssss, right Mizz lovely breath-echo Erica Luccisnakes?????? Oh well Tom Glenn sir; at least I did naught name this group, the HOMO, but I think that maybe U and lovely PHHH had more going on than I was aware of in those times B4 even beginning 2 put together the non Mowry real REAL REALE DEAL here with Mizz Blake and many other phone related junk, YO BRRRRRR!!!

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

Back when I was in my early rotten goddessdarn 50's, and living in Mizz Jenny Plageman's trailer park in Jersey, called the Mullica Mobile Manor, on the Julia White Horse Pike (Route 30), at 3100 South White Horse Pike with a Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG address, despite the town being actually just 2 the east of Blue-Berryville (Hammonton) and having a small post office just east of my park a couple of miles at the intersection and traffic light on the Pike, and almost directly across the Pike from the Mullica Township Police Department; I began getting an intermittent and quite upsetting physical condition that many folks in medical circles label as Vertigo. There is no way 2 predict the attacks nor how long they will last each time that they do come upon me, and we R now talking about over a decade and a half, since now I am coming up and am only three days away from being age 68 and one half years. A little voice, that same one that has wiped me out most likely, whispered into my ear last night B4 going 2 bed, “You'll B made sick so that U cannot get 2 the SS and Medicaid Offices tomorrow”. I ignored it and went off 2 bed and when I laid down on my bed in my north futhermucking bedroom, the room started spinning around really fast, and the medically associated with this bodily malfunction called nausea also came along with it as it does, and it is real bad when the goddamn vertigo is real bad. I panicked as this followed the VOICE, that speaks 2 all of us, and in our own MIND-VOICE-PRINTS; right Sir Anthony Danza Experimenter, from Highview Apartments back in 1995, oh wonderful great sir??? I panicked and knew I was one screwed rude lewd not so shrewd dude, as if I couldn't get my junk faxed into the Medicaid office by their cut off date of the 5^th of June, it would have been Madonna's wonderful show closing curtains from the days of Sagas, songwriters, chokes, and non Sir Chuck Norris 'karate-garage-elevator-tease-kicks', generated perhaps by the more Earthly connected Millionth Council, or at least their unmissable damn ass 2-letter-non-1997 alphabet letter initials, 4 crying out louder than all claps of goddamn thunder squared!!!!!!!!!!! Those curtains would indeed have closed the entire show 4 the Mountainpen. Time 4 him 2 starve 2 trucking death, huh lovely Mizz 'Chicken Salad slobberer' of autumn times in 1972? Also time it seems 4 the Mountainpen 2 coin another new-Morianity word here, slobberer!!!!!!!! In any event, my goddamn rotten scary 'Vertigo Assault' from the SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES last night was STOPPED, because DIANA came 2 me in a wild dream three hours or so later around half past 4 this wicked and diseased moUUUUUUUUUUUrning peeps, and SHE told me 2 take a precise dosage of one of several of my vitamins, and then not 2 take 4 the next 3 days, two of the vitamins that I do take, and it should alleviate the problem, and just like goddamn magic, I woke up at half past goddessdog seven, AND IT WAS TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY TRUCKING GONE. Hip hip hurray, felicitations, and laser retracing Squire retired GENERAL TRILANE of 900 years away; like goddessdog super ass WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW MACY AND HOW WOW, 3-4-7-12-1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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10:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN

LATE ON THURSDAY MORNING

1 JUNE, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

06-01-2023---DIGITIAL DATE

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN:

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MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

THURSDAY, 'NON-MAMMA' JUNE 1, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 5:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

Many times when my life is beyond Dogtownish cubed Yo folks; I screw up on my lunar phases, forgetting 2 repopulate proper information from my master lunar sheet copies in my dock-files of my Open-Office Program. Sometimes my mind is so off and totally damn ass screwed up that I forget where we R in the lunar phasing cycle altogether, YO YO YO, 'so sahwee', all wonderful WWll Japanese Ambassadors out here somewhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No bombs please, nor any other magical dice cubed numerations of the All-Mighty PINK SCYLLA (SKY) GODDESS; HERE ON THE EARTH REALM, OR ON THE INFINITE TIMELESS ASTRAL PLANE, known so well 2 the great awesome Catholic Faith, as the Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOO a big fat non Vertigo-caused nauseating 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', YO!!!!!!!! Crissake YO, where R-U when I really do need U, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE's A.C. Bureau???????????? Have mercy, and no AIDS diagnosis's, oh pwetty-damn PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior), 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!

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MORIANITY-2

JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B

January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.

MORIANITY-2

JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B

January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.

Story of National Park in 1995:

It was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 send those other future 21^st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31^st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!! McNulty, say it YO; AHA-AHA.

It's quarter past noon now on this 1^st day in June, and rhyme or no rhyme, oh lovely daughter; I assure U all, this is NO GAME, nor is it a drill, Captain freaking Kirk; oh great awesome Bill Shatner Sir. But smart as some of these T-3-E's and world owners without the big lovely muscles of me' kids gal-pal and other beyond unmentionables out there, R all so damn completely clueless. They may B in fact parsecs cubed ahead of the Mountainpen due 2 his endless monstrous intentionally sub-poverty kept conditions as well as death persecutions on steroids day and night 4 close 2-4 decades now, but slice and dice it all up anyway U like folks, Patty gave me the same Fascitar-6-10 tool that anyone of U can use 2. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT and all lusciously delicious butter cheeses from PENNSYLVANIA'S TRANSDIMENSIONAL STARBURN LAKES PROPERTIES OF THE 2030'S all notwithstanding here folks, I have one thing that no one else has. I am the 61^st grandson in a most direct route and lineage blood route-line system, 2 a dude whose uncle was literally artificially DNA inseminated only done 'fascitarily' and not 'laboratorialy'. I AM THE CHOSEN DAMN HUNTINGTON, and all the death persecution on me will never alter that fact because it is a fact and naught a mommy's annoying 'HEAD-GAME' 2 make peeps merely frikkin' feel good and fuzzy, oh wonderful great illustrious sir, Mister Morgan Freeman, so love dance that off, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mother F****** MNR-BLACK-HAT HACK is major right now, and the hackers R in absolute violation, Sheriff Mascara of my county great sir, of me' civil, human, and United States Constitutional rights, YO!!!!!!!! The time is now 22 minutes past 12-NOON, and they just made some weird dock just pop up on me' PC system!

Oh 2007 savant girl on L&O-SVU-TV, this is naught quite yet, “The End” of this whittle frikkin' bwog, YO!

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Just what exactly is happening here is anyone's guest-guess, as it can and most likely includes more than just three dimensions also, but when we say things like that, we instantly become certifiable, and we lose all credibility in society, and become nearly instantly ostracized. I know stuff that would wipe out the minds of anyone of U out there, even Einstein, IPY folks. I could totally destroy the mans mind if he were here with me because he would B smart enough 2 grasp my powerhouse outlandish stuff, unlike all of U great viewers out there. UC, we cannot make up anything, and even our many-times-faulty human memories R part of subatomic-magic 4 putting it in the only words that you'll even partly grasp and get on some level of relatable truth. When U know what I know and then stuff around U goes crazier than all lights out cubed, well; this is when it goes beyond nightmare-tricky, and right now, I am in the middle of slit that no TV-SYFY writer would B able 2 write anything close 2 matching my junk. I say this in no way at all 2 brag, Mister Verizon and Mizz gorgeous-gal. BUTTTTTTTTT and yes Mike Soft, Starburn BUTTERCHEESE as well, truth is simply truth. It by its own verbal definition, CANNOT B BRAGGED ABOUT. Only merely TOLD!!!!! The great 60's “Twilight Zone” TV-show had an episode with a dude who created real come-alive characters, just by speaking them into existence on his tape recorder, Mizz Victoria West. This is not SYFY junk, and it goes far beyond that simple piece of a much larger reality going on around us all, as we endlessly C skit in endless 3-D, just as we're all designed 2 do; only reality is not in 3-D. It is in 5-D, and THAT, IPY all, and soon; I will let out stuff that I'll B murdered 4 daring 2 say & 2 tell. I know this, but if I am gonna' B croaked anyway, then what's the damn difference, YO peeps????????????

When we make a conscious attempt naught to do something, it appears to magically amplifying our doing it all the more. I have told over and over on more than seventeen years of these 'BOM-BLOGS' now, that this is naught a mysterious father-daughter-blog, only after saying this, all by itself, it appears 2B in fact growing in that direction no matter how hard I naught only have come 2 recognize it, but go out of my conscious way 2 even avoid permitting this thing 2 keep on growing. This same principle is also applied in quantum mechanics. Scientists who study QM in laboratories over decades of extensive and careful research, have come 2 the absolute conclusion that electrons do what they wish 2 do, and when placed into a situation where they may go in one of two possible directions through a system, naught only do they naught randomly indeed follow something other than any random pathway, but rather; it is intelligently organized with intellectual purpose, and they never discuss this openly with the public 4 fear that Mountainpen's mysterious information will B FRIKKIN' TOTALLY VERIFIED!!!!!!! This is the biggest 'NO-NO' on this planet, stopping the chosen Huntington (MOUNTAINPEN) from getting his truths out 2 the entire global population.

Just what exactly is happening here is anyone's guest, it can and most likely includes more than just three dimensions also, but when we say things like that, we instantly become certifiable and lose all credibility in society and become nearly instantly ostracized. I know stuff that would wipe out the minds of anyone of U out there, even Einstein, IPY folks. I could totally destroy the mans mind if he were here with me because he would B smart enough 2 grasp my powerhouse outlandish stuff, unlike all of U great viewers out there. UC, we cannot make up anything, and even our many-times-faulty human memories R part of subatomic-magic 4 putting it in the only words that you'll even partly grasp and get on some level of relatable truth. When U know what I know and then stuff around U goes crazier than all lights out cubed, well; this is when it goes beyond nightmare-tricky, and right now, I am in the middle of skit that no TV-SYFY writer would B able 2 write anything close 2 matching my junk. I say this in no way at all 2 brag, Mister Verizon and Mizz gorgeous-gal. BUTTTTTTTTT and yes Mike Soft, Starburn BUTTERCHEESE as well, truth is simply truth, it by its own verbal definition, CANNOT B BRAGGED ABOUT. Only merely TOLD!!!!! The great 60's “Twilight Zone” TV-show had an episode with a dude who created real come-alive characters just by speaking them into existence on his tape recorder, and one of them was his own wife, lovely Mizz Victoria West. This is not SYFY junk, and it goes far beyond that simple piece of a much larger reality going on around us all, as we endlessly C zit in endless 3-D just as we're all designed 2 do; only reality is not in 3-D. It is in 5-D, and THAT, IPY all, and soon, I will let out stuff that I'll B murdered 4 daring 2 say & 2 tell. I know this, but if I am gonna' B croaked anyway, then what's the damn difference, YO peeps??????????????? WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, and no Misses Mohr; naught here we go again!!!!

END TRANsdimensional & TRANSMISSION

But the transistors R just beginning, YO!

RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT

I am super mother F****** BOTBAR on this horrendous runt chewing rock chucking final and 31^st day in MAY of 2023, leaving the month at 9:31 now, 4 my chart rated magnetic percentage 4 botbar days (MP4B).

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!!!!!

Sheriff Ken Mascara Sir, there is absolutely no chance that what I now tell U here kind sir, is not the total and correct accurate truth beyond any small doubt whatsoever. Some mother F***** broke into this place recently and removed and stole the only important document that I have, so as not 2B cut off in a few days from my food benefits through Medicaid. They R insisting on being faxed my Social Security Award-Letter as it is called, and I keep meticulous and perfect records despite not having nice expensive files. I never throw out any documents 4 a minimum of a dozen years or more, never goddamn ass ever, Sheriff sir, and the one document missing and SIR, I HAVE THROWN THIS ENTIRE HOME APART SEARCHING 4 IT, is my 2023 SS-award letter. I have until the goddamn rotten fifth of June 2 have it faxed over 2 the state of Florida Medicaid Office. U know sir, what am I going 2 effing do when I am a decade older and in extremely poor health, with all of these hellish SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES who R perpetrating all of this non ending assaults on me without goddamn ass end or mercy? I am one screwed dude and without any support system in place at these horrendous times of need, 2 offer or render me even the smallest goddamn wee bit of needed assistance, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSDH-------CHAPTER-------32

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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EARLY ON WEDNESDAY EVENING

31 MAY, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Today's runt huffing super BOTBAR is more complex than just being hassled by one thing, it is now 3 HUUUUUUGE THINGS. I have received lots of phone harassment today which hasn't happened 2 goddamn me in quite a while, and not only did I get more medicaid cut off notices if this income verification information is not faxed 2 them within a few tiny days time, but I got a bill collector harassment notice in the mail from a disputed bill from 2009, totally illegally violating my rights and threatening court action against me, WHICH NO JUDGE IN THIS COUNTRY WOULD AWARD A PENNY 2 THEM as a result of the 14 year time frame involved and the debt laws in this great wonderful awesome goddamn ass nation, the USA! Still, we all know who is doing this 2 me, do we not, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA Camden County, NJUSAESMWG Prosecutor Office in Camden City, New Jersey. Yes he said it all. These enemies of mine just “call up their buddies in the military or other places”, in this case, the financial world; as Trump has countless friends on Wall Street who support anything that he would ever request of these rotten dirt bags from Earthly Dogtown!!!!!!!! I know that he is responsible 4 causing me lots of woe with Medicaid, as this never happened 2 me B4 in middle-year. As I said, the normal re-certification time is around the Thanksgiving goddamn holidays, of the Hollister's holster carrying, holly holy Molly moley kneeling jewelry diamonds times of each year. Now if this wasn't bad enough, Medicaid, my award letter being stolen, and the bill collector hassling me on a 14 year old debt 4 over 33 hundred bucks; Mike calls after not bothering with me all month long, and asks 4 a favor, and like a dumb ass, I am doing it 4 him, as it does not involve money. I couldn't help the damn bozo with that right now if I wanted 2, and I don't want 2, YO BRRRRRR! I won't waste your time with the particulars involved with the favor as it only is a matter of a few minutes of my time making a phone call 2 some business and pretending 2B someone who is not connected with Mike, 2C if a price quoted him is different from what they will quote 2 me, and a few other things not worth going trucking into on this whittle bwog today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! May of 2023 ended with a MP4B of 29%, and the year of 2023 on that same date of 05-31-2023 is holding now at 30%, producing a rounded up average between month and year or a MYA-MP4B of 30%. Back on the 18^th day in May, the MP4B 4 MAY was 17% and the 2023 year itself on that day was 28%, with a MYA of 23%. Things went straight 2 mother F****** DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L) after that date, YO!!!!! A seven percent MAYA jump in 13 lousy days is never a good thing 4 the 'poor pitiful' diseased sick ole' pathetic 'non-Linda-Ronstadt', Mountainpen. Nothing ever gets better 4 me, N-O-T-H-I-N-G WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! One day on my goddamn futhermucking 20^th birthday, December 4, 1974; I took a couple of buses from my Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment, over 2 the Moorestown Mall of NJUSAESMWG approximately ten miles away, and got stranded there after doing one of the stupidest things anyone could ever do, and this was blogged and won't now B goddamn ass reiterated. Ever since my 'out-of-teens-life' began, with my first day of it being 100 percent magnetic percentage 4 BOTBAR, and that day was beyond monster-ass SUPER DAMN BOTBAR let me tell U all THAT; but ever since then, things refuse 2 ever ever ever ever ever ever ever get even the tiniest bit better 4 pathetic trucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I deplore and detest the living guts of any god who claims in scripture that story about comparing the Heavenly father with the Earthly father, saying would your Earthly father give U a snake if U were hungry, or a stone? Then going onto claim; would not then your Heavenly father wish 2 bless U even more? Then we take the life of somebody who never did anything even close 2 deserving all of this nightmare hellish skit that I am suffering through 4 nearly seven straight decades now. Anyone out here who says that this all makes some kind of rational logical sense is beyond a moronic and quintessential fool on steroids, YO HA, ME' DAMN ASS BRAH.

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this horrendous and totally rotten Wednesday, and this thirty-first and final day in May, of the year of 2023; and who have struck me extremely hard today, with a major financial assault, stolen or magically vanished away from me necessary documents so that I can eat and remain alive, phone harassers, and illegal debt collectors persecuting me under LAMBRIGG ASTRAL CULT-MC-ORDERS; all on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN:

PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

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My goddamn life is one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE gigantic futhermucking number ONE STRING without end!!!!!!!

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

WEDNESDAY, MAY 31, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WXC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

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Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 31

U-R-NOW READING CHAPTER NUMBER 31.

It is now 10:38 Ante' Meridian, & late on Wednesday morning, 31 May, 2023; & the final day of month #5. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE 2 THAT, Mister Chester-Frank, non Bob George, from Piquet Security Company, of early in 1979, over at the Certainteed Fiberglass Company of Berlin 'Junction', NJUSAESMWG, and non 'Petticoat'! I'll never forget my commanding officer there, the dude with the 2 first names, and naught the weird looking dude with the sun shades on the U Tube Internet Channel, oh lovely 'other' non-Harrah Casino Atlantic City, Mizz Dawn-Angela of the great roaring Quiet Waters Trailer Park, who now, I wish that I never had spoken 2 one evening while taking my trash out 2 the curb 4 next-day-collection back last autumn times, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-2-THAT-1, Mister R. H. 'Macy Nigh-nigh', oh great sir. Folks, it began pouring rain around half past ten shortly B4 beginning this blog chapter-31-GOSDH. We have a lot of the wet stuff recently, and Diana has also come around quite frequently 2 visit with HER little boy, (lightning). WHAAAAA. Mikey Pee gave me a buzz after naught hearing from him in a long time, and the phone-2 LED light on my Comcast Modem vanished off at the very same time that this occurred. Strange things happening simultaneously is what many peeps call a coincidence. Others such as the Mountainpen or the great gorgeous fictional television character on the 'L&O' show, disagree quite strongly and call a NON-coincidence. We believe that all of U simply have extremely high tolerances 4 accepting junk as mere coincidences. WOW THAT, and AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Mike McNulty from 1971 and the mighty Church Farm School in Exton, PAUSAESMWG.

This blog is going 2 discuss Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and it won't B along the more recently discussed items of stuff relating 2 my adult life, but it absolutely all does interconnect and that peeps, I totally assure U is the full total truth. All roads do indeed lead back 2 where I need 2 go and do a wee bit of reiteration and with some elucidated detailing work that I feel will better suit the new and current times discussions and blogs a whole lot better by comparing these reiterated details that some even loyal Morian followers may have recently forgotten about. This is about the wonderful lovely “SARAH”, who else, and back on the 12^th of this very month, despite my never mentioning it on 2023 blogs when it was happening in live-time, was the day that I wrote that song called “SARAH”, from my apartment at Highview, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, on May 12, 1996, leading 2 the very shortly following contract on my life, in EGG HARBOR CITY, according 2 an employed waitress in the diner right there a block east of Philadelphia Avenue on the Julia White Horse Pike. This happened when my mom and I were in that diner on a day when I was desperately attempting 2 locate this mysterious girl from my past, lovely SARAH; and then after leaving the diner, I began getting stalked and followed and eventually a man in a lime green colored truck threatened my mother and said 2 her and I quote here, Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, “I'm gonna' kill your son, and I'll kill U2 if U don't get away from my truck”. My mom went over nearby 2 his truck in the Turnersville Shopping Center parking lot 2 ask him Y he was following us as he had indeed been blatantly and obviously following us turn 4 turn 4 ten miles or more, right into that parking lot. The song was written on the 12^th day of May, and this happened on a day that I was in the process of trying 2 find a recording studio 2 record my “SARAH SONG”, on that 2^nd day in August of 1996, a month and a half after I'd written the song and played it into a little Radio Shack keyboard in my apartment, using my headphones so that I could take it somewhere and sing the words 2 the song. Every studio I went 2 treated me magically like total effing excrement, one even insulting me and calling my song, “devils music” and 4 absolutely no logical reasonable reason whatsoever, that nightmare rotten place at the intersection in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, of Jackson Road and Highway #73 South, where later on, I would come 2 live a wee bit further 2 the south near the large cellphone tower, in Blue 'non-whale-parrot' Anchor, NJUSAESMWG. The entire story is straight out and even beyond any SYFY writers dared incredible imagination, and THAT, IPU folks. No one could possibly make up a fictional situation even remotely similar 2 what I went through during this search and quest 2 locate this girl from my boyhood days, while vacationing those eight times between 1965 and 1968, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG and multiply this claim by ten 2 the power of fifty five, and maybe, just MAYBE, this would B, 2 quote 1967's wonderful Sir Billy Harner the rock star, “Sayin' something”, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire tale is beyond the human imagination and I can merely type words out here, not ever truly bring anyone directly into my beyond nightmarish situation from those brain breaking times which by the way, those three years of 1995 through 1997 where this nightmare was at its zenith and absolute height; were the three greatest DOW JONES STOCK MARKET YEARS clumped together in all of the history of the stock market and the DJIA. Ask any goddessdog stock broker on Manhattan's illustrious WALL STREET; and they will totally confirm this 4U, and show U the technical charts in addition, that proves all of this Morianity-related junk out, and beyond any doubts U may have whatsoever, 100 plus percent!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this blog ain't about the DJIA-Phillies-Flyers parallel event evil trilogy or my ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES of the 'other' ET, nor is it about my persecution since all of this resulted in 1986, and AFTER lots of other more modern junk all went down in good old frikkin' ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. This is a story about lovely awesome 'SARAH', who B4 SHE gave me that wild dreaming interaction approximately five months after I had last seen HER on HER street in AC-NJ-USA, “Tennessee Avenue” (10-SC) 4 short; and mysteriously removed the REDJOHN HENNINGSEN MOTORCYCLE CHAIN from my apartment bedroom's locked-box, a large metallic box with a lock and key and the key on my own key chain that I used since I was a latch key kid as this was referred to back in those times, and therefore I needed 2 let myself in and out of the apartment after school, while my mother was at work at her marvelous and illustrious, then called, Lavino Shipping Company of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, and later on, after a buy out, became the Inchcape Shipping Services Corporation. So SARAH was many things, some of them back in the sixties, while later on in the damn 1990's times, other even wilder and even more powerful and awesome things, despite being physically invisible in those later nineties times, and unlike back in those mind bending 1960's times. In the 1960's, I would C SARAH with her friends or nearby 'HER SHOP' or crossing over from Saint James Place, the small side street just a block over from 10-SC Avenue 2 the south, and she would B coming over from somewhere when I would B walking out of the Trinidad Hotel early in the morning so that I could rent a bicycle 2 ride on the boardwalk. This was something that tourists did all the time in Atlantic City, and most likely is still ongoing today. But SARAH seemed 2 know precisely when I would B coming out the door of the hotel lobby, and just B there, a lot like on the 'DARK SHADOWS' television show, with their “SARAH” just always 'magically popping up' all the time. Sarah made 2 statements, one 2 people in a car that was coming from Pacific Avenue down 2 the shop and was parking nearby it at the curb; and another one 2 a friend of hers when they both saw me coming down the on-ramp from the boardwalk one late afternoon. The one SHE made 2 the peeps in that car on 30 May of 1969, back 54 years and one day ago now today, was, “Your friends R in the shop”. The other one was 2 her friend who now I believe could have been that awesome teen queen Mizz Paula King unless it was Mizz Nina Soifer, the daughter of the Trinidad Hotel Manager, Sir Al. They were playing right at the end of 10-SC Avenue where there was a door that led 2 a tunnel that ran underneath the boardwalk so that peeps could walk 2 the beach from the street and vice versa, and in their bathing clothes as it was illegal 2B in bathing clothes while on the boardwalk. They were playing right at the door 2 the tunnel and SARAH spoke 2 HER friend and said, “I'm darker than U-R”. These 2 spoken sentences by this mind busting teen goddess in 1969, once in middle-late July somewhere, and once on 30 May which was indeed back in those times MEMORIAL DAY, as this was back B4 the legal MONDAY-HOLIDAY system had been enacted in the early 1970's by the federal government. Not only was it impossible 4 me 2 ever forget those 2 things that were spoken by HER on those 2 separate days, in the summer of 1969; but I could not get this incredible girl out of my waking thoughts, 4 almost the entire remaining years that I was in my teens. Eventually I managed 2 relegate HER back into the background where one might think that SHE belonged all along, but SHE was merely waiting out a period in the mortal world time illusion, oh wonderful ROCK STAR 'LOBO', of approximately one quarter century; until the middle nineteen-nineties had rolled around, and even shy of this in the opening of the 90's, when Sarah Callio's grandmother died in 1990 somewhere in the month of October, things were secretly and non-Petofi 'cosmicly' developing around me, oh those awesome damn HALLS FAWCES, 4 crying out louder than thunder squared, YO!!!!!!!!!! Things connected up with magical peeps in Philadelphia such as the great Sir Al Alberts, and many others, and it all was merely awaiting the perfect storm of the chefs combined ingredients, huh oh lovely Mizz Paula Patton from 'L&O'????? Each ingredient waiting 2B added into the great cosmic-Petofi planned stew-pot had its reasons 4 being, as do all things, right down 2 holidays, Cooley Halls, Christmas tree angel lobby dreams of biblical proportioned prophecy, and so much more. Early blogs that many out here may have long forgotten or maybe never even read at all, back in 2006 and 2007, spoke 2U and told my beyond brain busting tale of my Cooley Hall FIRST TEACHER (T3E-educator MAROLA), that lovely lady of endless wonderment and intrigue. She was beyond totally insistent 4 two solid months, all throughout the months of both APRIL and MAY of 1969, that I do a Memorial Day school play. By doing this play, I ended up being down in Atlantic City at Ziggy's magical jetty and Schiff's Central Pier that day, about 45-90 minutes later than I had originally planned 2B there, and this alteration in cosmic rescheduling 4 me, oh mighty minded Marola lady; is Y2 this very day, I was able 2 tell U that I heard lovely SARAH tell those peeps in that car that day, “Your friends R in the shop”. If I had been there earlier walking down 10SC Avenue towards the on-ramp 4 the boardwalk leading 2 the beach; then I NEVER EVER WOULD HAVE HAD THAT MAGICAL AND BEYOND WILD INTERACTION WITH LOVELY SARAH. The smile that SHE beamed at me when SHE both saw me walking down the street, and then said that statement 2 those peeps in that car, so that I would hear HER, and look over at HER; is beyond what words could ever even frikkin' hope 2 describe, YO, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One smile from this mind bending teen goddess would make any red blooded boy go off his nut 4 eternity, and I knew that SHE was a lot more than just a white hot teen goddess and yes, even B4 that wild dream that I know that SHE somehow gave 2 me, in middle December at the end of this 1969 year, five months following the very last time that I saw HER, and heard HER lovely voice on HER street, in middle July when SHE was with HER friend. Misses Marola had 2B a part of this entire COOLEY HALL PLANNED SITUATION, as without her being absolutely damn insistent on my doing that Memorial Day play in the Cooley Hall Gymnasium on May 30, 1969; I never would have been that late, and so when I had been with my pal Ziggy on the beach, and if I had arrived there earlier; ida left earlier. It was when I left the beach that this happened by the way, not as I was approaching it. But the same math works out here. I always stayed there about four hours, until it got well into July when I would stay much longer; usually arriving between 11 and noon, and staying until half past six or so in the evening, and occasionally until 7, or even longer. It remained light in Atlantic City during the height of the summer season until right around half past nine at night. This location is east of Philadelphia and quite a bit closer 2 the Atlantic Time Zone which if there, clocks would B set an hour earlier so quarter shy of ten would then B quarter shy of nine. Doesn't take an Einstein 2C that, and explains Y-I got home on the 20^th of July just as Astronaut's Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were walking off of their lunar module and down their ladder onto DIANA (the moon). My mom and her boyfriend Sir Sidney Crown-Cohen were in the apartment (125-A Haddon Hills) watching this on our tiny whittle 12 inch Julian & Julia television set, and some stuff folks, we never forget, am I right all governments and elephants????? Yes peeps, I'll talk a lot more in the upcoming blog chapters about 1969, SARAH, and how this all leads directly up 2 all of me' woe-whiz-me nightmare pwobwems and twubbles right here in present times with my SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES. Direct contact with anything that they deem as aliens is absolutely 100% forbidden, and part of me deep down way back in 1975 was aware of this potential probability. Jim Burr and I would B speaking over the telephone, and in the time illusion, I was clueless 2 STACEY KRASSLE and her wonderful creative spirit (the electron) DIANA, only being remotely aware that I was indeed part of some nightmare family and curse. Still, I would hear wild clicking on my telephone whenever Jim Burr would say certain things 2 me, such as these beings R millions of years old, or how they had control of the human race, and he spoke with authority and didn't sound like some wild nutcase crack pot. I knew that the government was monitoring my phone as some enemy had sent me a package from overseas, and it was some disgusting horrendous thing like 'child pornography', that I would never ever have sent 4 in a trillion damn years. I think it was 2 try and get me into trouble, and I should have taken the advice of Sir Bruce Alan Pennock's mom, the lovely Mizz Theresa Pennock, and did naught, and this made an old neighbor I had recently very angry, and they got their revenge on me, the sick bastards. They sent 4 this in my name, getting me into trouble with the damn ass FEDS. Then they heard stuff that was spoken 2 me by Sir James T. Burr, and then the fuse was lit 4 the Spaceforce Spammenies and all of this nightmare junk that began unfolding slowly around me with ever increasingly evil intent 2 absolutely wipe me out and destroy me, covertly, so that I could have no way of ever getting any of it goddessdamn stopped. I am still in this same boat today after more than half of a futhermucking century of time illusion now, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 all I know, this could have been Y-I was denied a SECURITY CLEARANCE that prevented me four years later after this, from working on 3-Mile Island as a security officer and making a decent wage and having a lucrative and successful career instead of a goddamn futhermucking lifetime in sub-poverty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAY ALL THE SSSSSSSSNAKES OF THE WORLD, 4-7 FOOT TALL ONES ESPECIALLY, KNOW HOW VERY PLEASED I WAS THAT MY WONDERFUL GODDESS MIDDIE SENT ME HER STROBE LIGHT, SAID IN ANOTHER WAY, LIGHTNING CAME OVER TO SEE ME, BOTH LAST NIGHT AS WELL AS ON THIS FRIDAY AFTERNOON. AS USUAL, HER BEAUTY AND SPLENDOR BLOWS MY PATHETIC TINY WORTHLESS MIND!!!!!!!!! SATAN SNAKE tried to muck up the blog!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>>>>> ESS FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED, CHAPTER 03

ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4, SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING

The most annoying hack of any of them is definitely the goddessdog MNR-HACK. They have me' damn ass whittle mouse just about as skwoood up as it gets, Mister FWUUUUD, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, and non-KTPEE-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

“It is always all about the money”; says the great powerful one and only once infomercial king, Mister Kevin Trudeau! He has many fans I am sure, and he can count me as one of them, any old time he likes, lovely old world! BUTTTT, big ass BUTT folks; there are some powerfully close runner ups to it all, in the grand scheme of everything in this parlor illusion we appear to all be sharing. This came out and went over 99.99999%+ of the heads of any viewing audience of this great show, for all Superman fans from the fifties on up to now, it was called “SUPERMAN 3”. The dude, Ross the Boss, was neither Diana Ross nor the King of Jersey, Mister Bruce 'Rock-N-Roller' Springsteen. This is how Microsucks Corporation respelled your name, sir, after my attempt to do so, so if it is misspelled, please scream at them, and not poor little me. Aniwho, moving right along here, ladies and gentlemen; the dude who plays the great grampa Anderton, on the great wonderful “Law & Order” television show; plays this villain dude, (Ross The Boss), with sidekick comic and coolest dude on Planet Earth, whose name got knocked out of my MIND CONNECTION to the D-6, as it always seems to be hacked whenever I try writing anything about him for reasons again that elude me totally 100%, but this cool comic was in the Eddie Murphy days, you all know who I mean, there it goes, Richard Pryor, they released the block-hack ETTOS attack on me. In this show, 'Ross The Boss Anderton' makes a statement well into the movie, that is every bit as awesome as that one made by Mister Kevin Trudeau. He said, “It is not enough that I succeed, but everyone else must fail”. This hit me beyond forcefully the first time that I viewed this great and cool movie in the early eighties. All powerful people have this secret shared Bohemian desire, because if they have a lot and we have some, and this goes on and on and on; a time must eventually arrive by the very in-transmutable laws of capitalism in its rawest form, that indeed, the have not's must eventually have nothing at all, and they of course end up with 100% of the pie. Just Y the entire world of capitalism-loving folks, cannot see how this sinking ship is a destiny of horrors for the majority, that even my angriest blogs could never hope to fully address; also, goes far beyond my stupid, moronic, ignorant tiny mind! It is also however, one of those powerful proofs, at least to those like me who still do individual thinking and do not live 24-7-365, on stupid ass social media; that indeed, the great BRIGGBASE OF THE PLANK REALM, (Astral Plane) (Spirit World), has a small faction within it, of traitors, that are on the side of righteousness and hate evil and sinfulness, just as much as Morianity, and Mark Wayne Mohr; ever could. If these doppelganger waking world people of the EW (Entertainment World) that create our movies and our music, and any and all other forms of so-called 'entertainment'; can slip in these kind of messages from time to time, despite the tiny tiny tiny tiny few folks like me who catch the REAL/E meanings that this is done for a lot bigger reason than to make a TV movie in the waking world Physical plane of existence; and my even larger point therefore; is that we need to look for many of these well hidden messages given to us by the OTHER EW faction of goodness, not total evil. Let me move on with this. Many of the worst of all of them, think they are pretty fine fellas and gals. They are not mugging you and me at ATM machines, and burning down our homes, and raping our little children, and so forth. However, their art, no matter who says what, and who ever decides to believe what; does in fact, cause major evil things to happen, in various ways, all around the globe. The EW is out there first. They decide the culture, the way kids will be in each generation, the fashions, and you name it, it is their world, however; before you think this is some power trip to own our minds and control us like we are drone slaves; I remind you all, if you believe any of my Morianity, then please listen very carefully right now, to the following information. IT IS ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY. They could give three painful slits, whether any of us actually do or say things, or copy their created world and culture, that merely happens as the side effect of their wicked medicines. All meds have a main effect, and then they have their side effects. To treat a patient with a medication, the so-called all knowing and wise medical industry, must research how to make formulas that cause the most powerful interaction on the main effects while simultaneously causing the least amounts of interactions with those side effects. You'll always have them, because we are all a bunch of chemistry, and if this was not so, then their medicines would be totally ineffective, as they are there to be a chemical interaction WITH our body chemistry's. Well, just as with this little example with medicine and our bodies, so too, the great powerful ENTERTAINMENT WORLD works in similar ways with all of our MINDS. They are not out there, I assure you, to control us, but this same side effect does come into play all the same. They just want to get wealthy as hell making and selling their wares, in the very same way as would a donut maker, a brick maker, a watch maker; or a car maker. They make music and movies, for the most part, and it is ALL ABOUT THE MONEY for them. However, for us, we not only go broke paying our life sweat for all of their rotten junk for the most part; but WE DO have our MINDS major hyper time effected, by all their sick demented twisted ducking disease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, of course there are some exceptions. Gone With The Wind, Moby Dick, Christmas Carol and Scrooge, and a few scattered works throughout a lot of time; are indeed total exceptions. There is fine work out there, even in music. Comcast has a Channel 848 Music Choice for lovely classical music that I can lay back and listen to all day long. Most folks today are so brain washed and so decayed, it is pointless for me to even go on with any of this. Not when so many other points need addressing, and time will never permit it all. For example, My so called first initiation into the great powerful Exploratronic Supermind Society, (ESS). I had to take some package to a weird COMCAST CABLE TELEVISION OFFICE, up a windy dangerous road filled with monster huge animals right out of Jurassic Park, speaking of movies and entertainment! Well, my powerful family has a branch, as you all know, in with these lovely people, so there is my connection to road trips, and ball games, and nocturnal visitations, especially in the last two years of the first decade of Century-21. WOW, I am a bit slow to figure things out, but give me some time, and believe me folks; I will figure them all out!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT NIGHTY-NIGHT, SANTA CLAUS, AND PATTY HOLLISTER FROM THE YEAR OF 1975. STILL, THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY MOTHER AND I MOVE FROM OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, TO LINDENWOLD, NEW JERSEY! SHALL WE MOVE THIS ALONG NOW?

PLEASE KNOW FOLKS, THAT I HAVE A DOZEN HUGE THINGS TO TELL YOU. SOME I HAVE BEEN HOLDING BACK MONTHS, OTHERS YEARS NOW, AND I AM BLOWING UP LIKE A BALLOON, AND AM ABOUT TO MOTHER TRUCKING POP, THAT IS IF I DON'T REALLY BEGIN TO POP-OFF, ABOUT SOME OF THIS REALLY MAJOR ASS SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, the mother ducking scum sucking rats turd WOMO-MILITUFORCE just hit me, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, with their goddamn mother ducking (`~HACK), just now at 8:54 Post Meridian. Boy oh boy oh boy, from up here 8 years in the future now in 2023, if thisssssssssssssssssssssssss was only me' worst whittle woe-whiz-me problem here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.

Why is a busted shandaleer all tied up with hyperspace and music and where I worked and so much more, you may be wondering. Well, it is; who would write nearly nine years of wild blogs that make no sense, and B able to live in society, and pass for normal enough to keep from being tossed in the ducking booby hatch? Think about that one for a minute or so, me' kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREAT AND SUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, CONGRATULATIONS; YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM ALL, AS OF 2014, IN THIS UNIVERSE, EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!! W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!

“Hay King David, wash up you fat slob”

WHY, SO I'LL BE ZESTFULLY DUCKING CLEAN, OR MAYBE TOO CLEAN FOR FRANK JANIK OF COOLEY HALL, BACK IN HADDONFIELD OF 1972????

AUGUST 29, 2014,

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 9:00

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 91%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.

DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE: H-93/L-74

GREAT AND TRUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, CONGRATULATIONS; YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM ALL, AS OF 2014, IN THIS UNIVERSE; EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AMANDA HARRIS OF THE DARK SHADOWS TELEVISION SHOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, that powerful “DREAM” began with unbloggable skit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club, or the dude who was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed mysteriously down on a dime, without any reason. After grabbing it, Mickey the lifeguard who I only know from this one particular universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and heard my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out and everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he can't trucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and this time; it had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild slit in seventeen million years. That's a damn butt wiping promise, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!

Yes world, that endless ageless two word sentence not the shortest in Christianity, “Jesus wept”, but the shortest one perhaps in Morianity, “Too late”. Well, maybe Paula Weston and I need to just go ahead and die, huh Mister McCoy?

First, this is a friendly message to anyone that it may concern, and if it does not concern anyone, it can just be ignored, as with most things in my Morianity. I never have authorized any of my musical material to be in any way made public other than what I temporarily posted onto the SM site known as YOUTUBE, now all removed, and no one in any way is authorized to do anything with it in violation of copyright law, nor am I in any way interested in doing anything with my music, as it is private, and not for sale, and is copyrighted. Anyone from McKinnon to Pedersen, to anyone they contract, to any other possibility, is totally 100% not authorized to send, or use to promote in any way, anything that is my music, after the date of January 1, 2010. This takes care of anything that may float around between 2000 and 2009. I enjoy music in an amateur only way. It is private and personal to me in many lyrical contents, and this is as far as it will ever go, despite having some of my music in the late 20^th and early 21^st century, legally published, and played on several mediums throughout the world. That was then and this is now. Also, I do not sing like the music copy in the Copyright Office or on the Youtube at one time, with the song called, “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This is a technical computerized voice. If I could really sing that well, I would be doing it at least in some small capacity locally for pin money. I also have no public samples of any beats, or voices, used to make tunes and harmonies. What was used in the past, was my own property, from the past, namely the year 1984. I have no interest now, nor will I ever, in pursuing anything connected with the musical industry; and if anyone has given anyone else any ideas recently to the contrary, it is without my knowledge, and without my permission, as owner and writer and copyright holder, of said tunes, ranging from 1969 through 2013. This is an official legal statement written now at twenty-two minutes past nine this evening, 29 August, 2014, signed, MARK WAYNE MOHR; BLOGGER HANDLE AND NAME, MOUNTAINPEN.

Let me tell you all something that happened to me somewhere if memory is serving me correctly folks, that took place while I resided in a town called Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA; from July 15, 1984 through March 31, 1985. This was a rental home owned by a Mister Lowell Patterson, on Highland Avenue.

I was working as a security officer on a place called Petty's Island. This was an island between Camden in New Jersey, and Philadelphia in Pennsylvania. Many powerful things happened while I worked here from when I still was living at Robin Hill Apartments at Unit Number 506, my middle stint there totaling three times; and a huge mess all connects into a thousand nightmares. Even with no hyperspace equation, (HSE); it is complicated beyond what I can blog. Adding a tiny bit of HSE, and folks, we get skit that I will get into, as I must get into; but when I do; it may be the beginning of the end of life here on Earth as we all know it. If you think I'm exaggerating, that is your privilege to indeed do so, lads and lassies! Maybe from the view of 8 years ahead now in 2023, I should have worded this as the absolute end of life as we KNEW it!!!!!!

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

END TRANSMISSION.

10:30 A.M., TUESDAY MORNING, 30 MAY, 2023

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT

CHAPTER 30

Once I finish putting up some of the basic ways that I was ripped off in just one of three ways, MUSIC; we can move these BOM-BLOGS still onward beyond just this, and so what R the other 2 ways since I did just say 3 ways: The other is my numerous inventions beginning at the age of ten years while residing at 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, when Samsonite Luggage Company stole my suitcase idea of an adjustable handle and ball bearing wheels at the bottom. Stealing from a ten year old child, I doubt that even the music pricks later on could have lowered themselves 2 that absolutely sub-snake level! The 3^rd thing is my entire life being used by Hollywood in literally countless ways now. Yes, we all know that nobody has a patent or a copyright on our lives, but all those criminal diseased pricks out there who these words do in fact pertain 2, know exactly what is being spoken here on this blog, and I need go no further. Watching guilty people deny and laugh has become my unofficial futhermucking hobby after decade following decade of living through the nightmares of Mountainpen 4 crying out damn loud, YO! Music ripoffs R literally in the dozens and most of the ripoffs were barely legal but according 2 musicologists, just not quite crossing over that musical red-line so 2 speak, of an actual ripoff, still; only dummies do not know deep down inside, where many many great songs truly originated, and that being of course; straight from the Mountainpen. Still, the world rules and what I say is as trucking damn meaningless as a four year old on a bull horn, shouting out his or her version of the following 3 day's weather report. We all know how reality works, and I'm absolutely no exception. Now the biggest musical rip off was when I paid Mister Glenn 2 arrange as well as write on musical lead sheets, the 4 tune compilation of the 1^st of May in 1980 “MOHR DEMO TUNES”, consisting of The Morning Light, Lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues. After some wild 'deal' apparently was reached BEHIND MY BACK, between musical attorney Esquire Rosenberg, the GIBB peeps, possibly Glenn the arranger, the United States Copyright Office, and the gods only know who else was involved in 1980; here is what happened, despite this collection of 4 tunes all being sent 2 the great United States © Office in one package in early June of 1980 or maybe late in May, whenever the Chief Recording Engineer Mister Howard Solomon, handed me a slightly remixed and improved version of this Maxfield Studio demo tape that he called, “a dead tape”, and then I sent that new tape made in Studio A at the RPL Sound Studio, along with Mister Glenn's wonderful 4 song lead sheets, 2 the © Office. I want U2 pay strict attention 2 how the 3 tunes out of this 4-DEMO package managed 2 contain Tom's arrangement on the records, OFFICIALLY, while the song in question had his name removed; giving me an obvious legal disadvantage 4 ever claiming any rights or royalty monies, and also as if that wasn't enough cake on the plate, the sherbert on top of the cake, was not allowing the copyright 2 even exist until the following year of 1981, again, I SENT ALL 4 OF THESE TUNES AS ONE PACKAGE IN LATE MAY OR EARLY JUNE OF 1980, NAUGHT 1981, LOVELY MIZZ BLAKE!!!!!!!

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Now here today on these internet new age times, this list of my tunes by the United States © Copyright Office was generated well over a decade ago now from this date on this blog in late May of 2023. I have pasted it in, showing how the LOST LOVE tune was indeed removed from my May or June package in 1980, that was sent as one package 2 the © Office; and this is of course provable somewhere, as governments never forget anything and keep meticulous records of all of their stuff. We all know this, and so I know that this is all verifiable, both with the postal service as well as the © Office. They know fully well that this was a 4-DEMO SET OF MY 1980 MUSIC, and the 'LOST LOVE' SONG was absolutely NAUGHT a separate tune. Remember it was not my tune (words & music), that was used, but rather; the arrangement on that tune called “Lost Love” that was taken, so what they needed 2 all do, was 2 remove my rights 2 Glenn's arrangement, simple as that. Now I am no lawyer, but I am indeed wondering just what my rights would B if I pay 4 an arrangement, and then that arrangement gets used 2 create a new song where money is then made; cutting me out of any royalties entirely? This is what I, 2 this day, 43 years in the future; still plan 2 find out about, and Sir SWAP is looking into this matter as well as all of the other ones!

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Now folks, there R pricks who hate the Mountainpen 4 no good reason whatsoever, & who view him as both a 'boat-rocker' as well as a 'trouble maker'. U truly will have 2 try forgiving me 4 my vehement disagreement here with those who insist on that point of frikkin' view with these matters. I feel that I have every right 2 get 2 the bottom of how everyone else in this world is allowed 2 have happy fulfilling enjoying lives at least 2 some degree, while the Mountainpen has been kept in obscurity, isolation, sub poverty; the endless victim of unspeakable countless crimes, being threatened, being raped, being intimidated, being robbed and stolen from in many varying ways, from real tangible, 2 intellectual property; and on and on I can go here, peeps, and U all know it. So go on denying it all U damn want 2, YO.

Jane Sleazeweedsdisease got me twice while doing this blog, due 2 lots of cutting and pasting; and not making extra pages that later can B highlighted and deleted off but allowing me 2 avoid seeing trucking 'damn page eleven of eleven'; so I will now need 2 compensate (runt-phlegm-rape) with my '5' numbers here, YO!!!!!!!!

I once figured out that if every song, every idea, and every part of my stolen life, had brought me the smallest allowable recognition in each particular case; I would B not only a multi-billionaire, but would B a household name recognized person, in the same league with anyone out there, that U would ever B able 2 think of also. I am not greedy, and would take one tenth of one percent of what is truly owed 2 me; but that good ole' Huntington family curse will dog me from the moment that I walked out of Cooley Hall School up until the die my remains R laying in a futhermucking county morgue some place. That much I DO KNOW, FWOLKS OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think of the beef that I'll have against some astral force someday, using your mortal world concepts of time being real, and seeing your sense of any possibly remote system of cosmic 'fair play' as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cum-puke-her hacking is off the scale with the 'mouse-not-responding-hack'. That F****** MNR-HACK is about the most annoying one of goddessdog all, fwolks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One whittle thing is working 4 me, wild as it may sound. My Blogaudian count is right where I have recently come 2B happy 2C it at, as it is right where I know my loyal followers who don't mean me any problems or additional woe-whiz-me hassles; nor cause any 4 me; and those extras who come up here 2 BDC and 2 my BOM-BLOGS looking 2 cause me problems, have hopefully 4 the most part, GONE AWAY. This 4 the most part means that TODAY and YESTERDAY, the view page count reads between the ranges of 30 and 60 or a 45 average that brings the week of 7 times 45 into that magical range of having just those up here whom I want up here, and naught my trouble making Spammenies of the SPACEFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE.

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Some call me an eternal ranter and complainer. All I can answer back here 2 that one folks is that U would not B ranting nor complaining, should we magically trade places, or did trade places back a half century ago. No sir, U wouldn't B doing that, not at all. I know that entirely and completely. U would have simply ceased 2 exist a very long time ago. U would have either killed somebody, killed yourself, or done some wild combination, long long long long ago, oh lovely Mizz Ingrid from NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So if one single person ever thinks that they R gonna' make the Mountainpen feel guilty, stupid, ignorant, mean, spiteful, menacing, or any similar negative term; well U go right ahead and think that U will accomplish that mission, now or someday; go right ahead and sit there in your damn ass fantasy land, YO. I know better!!!!!!! I say this 'naught 2 brag', oh great Verizon call-10 carriers of 1999 and my days at the Guthrie Short Blue non whale Anchor mansion, in NJUSAESMWG; but rather; inside of a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bucket of endless tears and unfathomable hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 29

U-R-NOW READING CHAPTER NUMBER 29.

This 29^th chapter is a wee bit magical, as anything connected with number 29 is. It is the birthday of my incredible transdimensional daughter Patty-Paula Junior, whom hates being called anything other than 'PEE', and it is so many other things. One other big one being, that magical time that comes only 25 times each century, or averaged out 2 exist only 18-22 times in each of our lifetimes, in the month of February, on LEAP YEARS. Am I right here Mizz Demi 1988 Moore, and Uncle Jesus? Trust me when I say this list comes nowhere close 2 ending here, but these 2 items R indeed quite the top 5 of the real major's, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! That '29' number fits into quite a few powerhouse items in the BIBLE as well, without even being directly scriptural, as in when stuff is added up to equal that number that absolutely has truths concerning those items all adding up together, and needing one general proof that there indeed is a connection, and only by adding certain things that happen, do we then arrive at that verifying 29 amount and THEN comes many other 'kickers 2 boot', with absolutely 'no pun' meant here whatsoever, folks. My first year in Florida when two zeros R removed from the year contain the '2' as well as the '9', am I WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG about THAT 1, oh lovely shampoo ad-spot television commercial girl? Good old December of 2009, huh world? My kid has the biggest laugh and not my transdimensional kid, my summer of love CREATED KID that is, she has her true 'DOUBLE-29 DATE', that her 'KB-cult' pals know only 2 much about, I'm quite sure. I fully agree with those 'other-7' magical Port Saint Lucie church preachers, only they're all totally clueless 2 the full lengthy details behind this entire mess of 3-4-84 numerical nightmares and 'dice cubes' that R behind it all. I on the other hand at least, ain't completely 100% clueless. Thanx-2-mommy-Patty, and her putting me onto the FASCITAR, oh marvelous Mister “overdue 4 a new FIRE SONG”, 'TG' of 1980-1981 great incredible sir; I also am privy 2 beyond powerhouse ASTRAL-INFORMATION from the 'worlds beyond' 2 use some old world terminology here folks, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! But 29 is part of other things right here and right now that connect into my once thought 2B pal, Mikey Pee. I shan't get into the specific details on this blog, U will have 2 trust me 4 a later briefing on thisssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm. Mikey is a story all his own, and it absolutely connects into that 'magical wee whittle non-Philly-Weber VOICE' that has utterly and totally and completely wiped out my entire life, since somewhere between birth, early in the final month of 1954, and my leaving school, in the end of January of 1973. Somewhere in-between these times, my enemy-voice that told people all manor of bad stuff in subconsciously suggested forms; oh gorgeous DARK SHADOWS DOCK JULIA HOFFMAN MEZMER, non '1987-Metsker Rossmoor'; began this HUNTINGTON CURSED FAMILY viciousness against me, and has never even made the wee tad little feeble attempt of ever looking back 4 one single damn ass seck, YO BRO! Mikey PEE's whittle voice was absolutely NO EXCEPTION, and even involved number 29, only telling that incredible tale in its entirety and fullness would require a separate 500 page blog all of its own; lovely Mizz Amy Cooley 'ELC'! I started 2 tell this when I told just this whittle wee opening a short while back on a prior blog, and so now I will 'CAP' it into here 4U all 2C and read, 4B we trudge onward with this blog, YO BRAH:

Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone, no nothing; all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything. He didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the trucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has an awful lot of god-dog company, and won't ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time about memory loss and how it related to Exploratron trans-dimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers) effecting multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of ''many-songs'', the literal meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my cuzz was not so dumb after all, huh 'Great Auntie Alice Gallagher' of Chicago? Not dumb at all. Hay; the futhermucker has managed to amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bare bones beginning of all kinds of wild slit that could keep five dozen other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come, and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in the entire story of me, and my family, and the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal; and how this entire thing all tries to fit together, even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku of NYU?

Rather than right now even making the futile and feeble attempt of further explaining this '29' involved deal with Mikey and 'his voice', back when I still had hope 4 profiting a wee bit on 'GAWKY GAUKAUK's' astral information formula, up now on the GOOGLE PLAY STORE, developed as a computer application by Florida International University's professor, Mario Eraso; I will only say this much concerning the matter 4 today. It starts long B4 we had done anything official yet nor even knew of the existence of the professor at FIU. It also was B4 Mikey Pee had even moved away from Fort Pierce's famous South Hutchinson Island and out of his brother's beach-front property, without any bargain hunting nor great home and garden cable television stations being one wee tad tiny bit involved in the mix of all of thisssssssssss futhermucking shullbit whatsoever, YO folks. One day while I was fairly new 2 living here in Florida and living only months if memory is correctly serving me here, at the PEEHA BUILDING, I had driven over 2 Mike's joint, Mister Winn, and went 4 a swim in the ocean just yards east of his living room on H-Island. When I was out in the water I swam up north about a half mile and when I swam back again, some dirty criminal robber prick had stolen all of my stuff laying on my beach towel left of course, 'unguarded', WFMU-Crackpots of New Jersey web-page. In any event, my eyeglasses were stolen, my clothes, everything, and I can only thank the gods of wisdom that I had sense enough 2 not have my keys or my wallet in my pants pocket, or they as well would have been gone and lost, causing me even worse problems. In those times I had no spare eyeglasses so that was a problem large enough 4 me 2 handle all by itself, after-all my junky clothes can B replaced at the local GOODWILL STORE 4 six bucks or so. But my bright green jersey that fit me so very nicely had 2B the one that I wore and that was taken of course, and my pants had a strange tag on them that I never had managed 2 remember 2 cut off with a pair of Siccors. That tag was right underneath my left pant front pocket where I carry a wallet. On this patch or tag or 'whatever' it was, as my ole' buddy B4 he became a federal congressman would say 2 me so many times back in the year of 1975, “Bob Andrews”, especially when we were together over at the home of Sir Albert Pillegi a couple blocks away from my old high school,the Haddon Township High School of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. I won't leave U all to suffer-guess here with what the large print said on that patch-tag-whatever, YO. Yessir world, it was the 'number 29'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yessir world, WESTMONT is where I may or may naught have WANTED 2 SPEND MY TIME, but I did spend a large majority of my adolescence there; and at the apartment on Pyle Avenue in #125-A, that was called the Haddon Hills Apartments. About 28 years after being kicked out of the 'joint' by the residential manager named Misses Kinsel, I would come 2C an awesome verbal-grunts connection in the mighty awesome James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, or 'JRSS' 4 short; when I fell into a wild sleep one night in the same middle part of the year somewhere in 1997, and began 2 hear this incredible song being sung by someone who was then in 1969 in the process of a biblical planned human dreaming interaction and thus not yet BORN as the term goes here on the mortal realm's Earth Planet. The name of this song is not 'SUMMER OF LOVE' however, or Sir Glenn, “BURN WITH HOMO-FIRE”, but rather, it is “WANNA' SPEND MY TIME”. No one on this planet will convince me that the JRSS is not the most powerhouse item next 2 perhaps an atomic bomb, and also that thisssssssssss incredible deal here proves that Catholic Canonization did in fact remove this incredible methodology once biblically given 2 humankind so that a fantastic bible scripture could B more better used and fulfilled by the Christian Church of those followers of the LORD JESUS CHRIST, when HE told his 12 pals back 2 millennia ago, “Seek and U will find, knock and the door will B opened unto U”. The WSMT WESTMONT-SONG abbreviation is beyond unmissable, and then we come 2 one even greater, perhaps, item. Rather than use my moving out of Westmont time circa, Y not go back one year earlier to middle 1968, and shortly after me' BIG BROTHER (ORGANIZATIONAL) AND WHAT ORGANIZATION MAY WE ALL PONDER & WONDER HERE YO, SIR JOHN HENNINGSEN FROM COLORADO-USA; as this connects into what all of us know only 2 damn ass well if we R loyal Morians and have read about SARAH KRASSLE'S MIGHTY ASTRAL CHAIN, and its then obvious physical world counterpart that Mister JH had given 2 me one day, and how this was done in 1968 and all of the wild stuff happening 2 me as a direct result of his giving me that incredible cool motorcycle chain one day right out of the blue, with absolutely no explanation whatsoever, YO BRRR!!!! So what happened then exactly '29 YEARS after John Henningsen (CIA-operative codenamed 'REDJOHN'), gave this wild item 2 poor ole' Mister freaking ass Mountainpen???????? That wild dreaming interaction of 1997 with my kid singing WSMT, that's what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good ole' number 29, huh there ole' weerlld, YO?????????????? Now first off here, do I absolutely know with authority that JH was a CIA-OP? Of course naught, Mizz lovely 1983 Phone-Company Blake, mah'm. Hey, how can I know anything 4 sure when I have absolutely no mortal world way of so doing? Gimme' or let me say here folks, “cut me a brake” here, willya' lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo of 113-Caldor Store Loss Prevention Security?????????????? Holy Moley Molly Holly Holster Carrying Holiday Hollister Patty Fascitar 4 crying out loud, YO! Speaking of kneeling or jewelry or songs and Mister Diamond, or 4 that matter, how about Julia's Julian's, whites, blacks, dice cubes, 34, 1984, and yes, even 29 and 1997; and then we get all the way here 2-2009; do we naught, oh lovely Mizz B? WOW THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! If I am just a '2007 crackpot with 8 astral names' here, then just try and explain my kid's brand new musical project, along with many others from those times shortly B4 my exiting from good ole' blessed New Jersey; oh wonderful ole' 'weerlld out here', YO!!!!!!! Or as Mister Welk said it so often and 'many of the kids picked it up perhaps through osmosis', or 'whatever' ever since', “wonner-full-a-wonner-full-a”, YO! I was reading many Google info-sheet pages on your wonderful PA-USA hometown, me' ole' pal mister TG. I am sure UR aware of the many name recognized peeps from H-PA-USA, and most likely your name will B there as well when the newer reports become generated. Even lovely Marylou from the 'LW' show. I always had a special thing 4 that one, but my absolute fave of course, hands down on steroids, was that beyond white star hot, Mizz Anna Connie. Beyond WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes that mighty CHAIN of letter-scrambled 'I-CHING' 'CHINA'. WOW 2 THAT 1, huh folks. Still, I can go on and on with thousands of pages, and many of UR naught 1 wee whittle tad bit surprised 2 hear me say that, YO! Mister Dennis Snyder from up there 2 me' north in NJUSAESMWG said it all and repeated it 2 me quite damn ass incessantly 2B sure, me' gwate 'wonnerful' awesome illustrious folks, Blogaudians, Morians, as well as some Lessians and In-betweenians up here at BDC. He said 2 me, as most of U know only 2 well by now, but allow and 'permit me' pweeeeeeeeze 2 refresh your memories, “And that's just reality son”! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, DOCK SHRINER, MOMMY, AND MICHAEL MCNULTY; SIRS AND MAH'M!!!!!!!! Now that I've gotten the 29 number out of the way at least 4 right now and today, oh wonderful Public Broadcasting's Sesame Street of Nigh-Nigh, fictional of course, not the city unfortunately; 'oops, my kid will kick my ass if she ever catches me knocking her wonderful earth-realm city', or one of two of them aniwho; but let us move this along now.

The wonderful BMI union, speaking of stuff just mentioned here above, gave me the names 2 GOOGLE up 4 the needed information concerning my contacting them 2 let them know that if any sales have been generated on those 4 outlets shown on the Billy Harner 2000 Summer Of Love web-site have generated a significant amount of sales, those 4 being, the E bay, Amazon, Discogs, and LP-CD; and I am not concerned with a few hundred sales, but what if 2 or 5 or 8 thousand or more have been sold, I may B entitled to songwriter 'writer's rights on two of these songs on this 10 tract CD or LP. I'm no piker and if it comes 2 maybe 50 bucks or so, forget it, but if 8,000 have been sold, and my one and one thirds comes 2 as much as a quarter on each unit; that is two grand. I surely need that money right now, YO. The name of these 3 music distributor systems given me by the great BMI, are as follows:

CD BABY, DISTRO KID, & TUNE CORE.

BMI assures me that one of them will definitely B able 2 assist me in learning if any of those 4 sales outlets have sold a large unit amount of my project, and then make sure any legal royalties due me on my copyrighted stuff, is forthcoming. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS no lovely Katy, what U did 2 me in '97 was that, but I was merely going 2 say, B4 Sir SpellCHECKER got involved in the mix here, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! AHA-AHA.

Now last night, I fell into a whole lot of extremely major nightmarish dreaming interactions. One of them was beyond hellish cubed and Havana-Cuban 2 say the least, and I will now tell thisssssssssss 2U. I had lost my keys, speaking of not losing them that day of the 29-loss-stolen pants with Sir Mikey PEE on the beach a dozen or so years ago; and in numerous dreams over the past 5-10 years, I am in nightmares where both my keys, as well as my wallet, and even sometimes my car as well; R completely totally effing lost, and I am going through a really beyond damn torturous 'DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH', with the situation. My mother was ill and in the hospital and this hospital was the same one that I was in back in 1986 in my 'OTHER ATLANTIC CITY DREAM', that Star Trek-TNG took the idea from and used it on that marvelous episode with Captain Picard being taken by a mysterious probe 2 a planet where these Russican Aliens lived, and he was convinced that he had spent an entire lifetime there, living amongst his friends and family; and yet he was really only gone 4 a period of 25 minutes, according 2 the Number One Officer, Commander Will Riker. The rip off was beyond unmistakable, and perfectly situated in the time circa as well, my experience being in August of 1986, and the show at least two years later on after that in 1988 if memory serves me. It was after because the show did not yet exist in 1986 and started in September of 1987 if memory is at all serving me well here folks. But let's get back 2 the hospital nightmare from just last night, and not even begin dwelling on the millions and perhaps by now the billions of US$$$$$$$$$$$ owed 2 me 4 taking my entire life, using it 2 make their damn stinking rotten ass multi-billion dollar entertainment world empire both musically and in film; and never paying or sharing one single red cent with the Mountainpen, who they know absolutely only 2 goddessdog well, that without him, and his life, and his stuff, and his music and tunes; just about none of their great and fantastic futhermucking bull skit would ever have been one wee tad little bit possible!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA; I SWEAR THAT EVERY SINGLE WORD THAT I SAY, AND EVERY DAMN ASS ACCUSATION MADE HERIN BY THE MOUNTAINPEN IS 100% THE TRUTH, AND ACCURATE REALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U prove me 2B a liar, who is just out here trying 2 take what doesn't rightfully frikkin' belong 2 him, and I submit right this instant, 2 immediate arrest and prosecution, 4 any connected legal liable junk from the BOM-blog accusatory statements made herein since 2006 when this project began, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the great music industry attorney of 1980, Sir Malcolm Rosenberg told me in his office in Philadelphia that day when I was there 2C what my rights were after hearing my PAID 4 'LOST LOVE' SONG ARRANGEMENT on the radio over and over, sung by Marcella Levy Detroit and Robin BEEGEE Gibb; and he told me, upon hearing the two tunes, “It's the exact same thing, even down 2 the half step raised up 2^nd part”. Yes, I did not make that up, this was arranged by TOM GLENN, but world; I PAID HIM 4 THAT, SO IT WAS MINE, NOT THEIRS; OR AT LEAST, NOT THEIRS ALONE, and just cutting me out of it completely. Without me, none of this would ever have even happened, and there never would have even been a HELP ME song by the GIBB butt wipe dude!!!! Hey YO, I ain't trying 2B a trouble maker here, but Y should I have 2B in a lifetime of futhermucking total poverty while all these pricks live like kings and queens? I don't mean 2 pick on another rock star here, but she wasn't yet a rock star, so allow me 2 also add in that this entire damn thing is totally ass beyond WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, and in or out of the 1997 DQ Abseacon 'joint', Sir Winncheat. Now let me get back to that other hospital nightmare from just hours ago, back early thisssssssssssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother was in her weird condition that came on her in waking world dimensionality in the time circa of just shy of 5 in the morning on 26 December of 1997. Horrendous things were happening with her as well as with me when I would leave 2 drive home 2 a place where here, I am totally clueless 2 where that was. I will only tell U all now, the quick and major parts 2 all of this horrific futhermucking cullbrap. I knew that me' car was in this gigantic HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE parking area, in the hospital basement; only it was gone. I searched all over 4 hours, it was just gone. Then I realized so were my keys. I thought that maybe I'd left them upstairs on the 29^th floor where my mom's room was, yes, the 29^th floor, as I've been saving this dream 4 the end of this blog-chapter, YO. This hospital was the same one that I was in, back in 1986, only there was no hide nor 'HAIR' of lovely Tech-Nurse Phyllis Alexander anywhere. Now in 1986, I never have any conscious waking-me memories of any of the elevators, but in this wild interaction, I got onto the weirdest wildest damn elevator of my entire life, beyond those even that I interacted with back in 2007 days of early blogs. Not only did magical buttons exist inside of it that took users 2 all sorts of weird places at deathly high speeds, but a stairway from the top of the elevator seemed 2 go into infinity. The fear produced inside of me from riding on that elevator would exceed the fear I would B in, should someone throw me right now, into a horrible pit of futhermucking rattle snakes. No words exist that would allow me 2 further explain this 2 anyone of U. When I eventually got 2 my mother's room in the Atlantica Hospital, as Atlantica is the name of Atlantic City in this parallel universe where Jimmy Carter was President of the USA in 1986 and naught Ron Reagan and many other changes as well all existed there; my mother was dying, and also, she had a look on her face that was beyond contorted and monstrous and frightening in any possible waking world way, & IPYT PEEPS!!!!!!! I remember somehow finding a car that was not my car and driving it away from the hospital and out of Atlantica, NJUSAESMWG itself, and in this alternate world, the completely different geography of the surrounding areas, 2 what here is of course Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; is far reaching, and beyond the average ability 2 even imagine it. Suddenly it was more along the lines in scenery as would B the Schuylkill Expressway outside of Philadelphia heading mostly northerly in direction into the famous Pennsylvania town called King of Prussia. It was autumn, and around the end of the month of September; and the foliage was beyond gorgeous and colorful all over the place. I was out of my mind and all I could think of was taking my life. I drove faster and faster and then veered off onto some weird dirt pathway that plunged me right into the river. It did not resemble the Schuylkill River here in this universe, naught even a tiny wee bit. I remember going deep into the water and saying 2 myself, “Mark U asshole, take a real deep breath now and inhale the water and end it all”. I did. Then instead of dying or feeling the pain, I found myself on top of the water with the car down underneath me, and about five feet below my feet. Fish began swimming all around me and bumping up against me. They were however completely invisible. I knew they were there but could not C them but I could C the water and the trees all around me perfectly. A voice then yelled louder and louder at me but was off in the distance, “Mark, U know only 2 well that U cannot ever get out of this one”. This repeated over and over growing louder each time, yet sounding echo far away and yet absolutely crystal clear. Then a few seconds following that voice I began 2C a small boat with several peeps in it with row ores, or paddles; or whatever they R called. The boat came right 2 me and one of the guys ordered me quite forcefully 2 climb into the damn boat, a quote here. “U climb into this damn boat”!!!!! So I did, not being a person who enjoys squabbles, arguments, or potential situations that can escalate into violence. As soon as I got into this boat, it speeded across the river and over 2 a dock where that voice appeared 2 come from, as I suddenly came 2 think as I began approaching the area, and saw a small parking lot with about five cars in it. Suddenly my mom who had just croaked in the Atlantica Hospital, jumped out of a bright purple colored automobile, and shouted at me, “Winchint Hollister”, over and over and over again. What possible MEANING or even TOSE-MEANING that this can B is anyone's best guessing guest at least 4 right now today, YO. After a few minutes, and getting over my utter quintessential astonishment of my mom's resurrection, I kept asking her 2 explain just what she means by saying WINCHINT HOLLISTER? I know it has 2 make sense, and if some damn ass DSM shrinkologist out here, wishes 2 share any of their 'bright non Patty Parson ideas' with me concerning thisssssssssss vely vely vely wild item, then pweeeeeeeeeeze feel free 2 do so, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MY LIFE IS BEYOND EVERLASTING DOGTOWN!!!!!!!

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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 28

U-R-NOW READING CHAPTER NUMBER 28.

CAPPED INTO 'BOM' AT NOON ON MAY 28, 2023

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It is now a middle Sunday afternoon, on the 28^th day in May, of 2023.

As lovely Mizz Lilly Munster would say right about now, “TEE HEE HEE”, and all while holding that welding torch in her lovely hand and giving the 'goo-goo lover girl eye' 2 the great Mister Fred Gwinn.

The next few blogs will B follow up discussions from recently opened up foundation points on previous blogs in this GOSDH BOM-BOOK. There R approximately half a nonillion of these things, and since we don't have quadrillions of years, until the creation of the 'purple-stars', that would seemingly excite one of the fictional character-roles, once played by the awesomely beyond gorgeous white-hot ravishing Mizz Paula non Pau000204015 Patton, or Sir Mike Soft SpellCHECKER HellWRECKER; and only a few peeps even know what I'm referring 2 here such as the mighty minded Professor Michio Kaku from New York-USA; I won't bother going on with this cross between a Mountainpen diatribe and rant 4 right now, YO folks and peeps. As I speak-type right now, OR MAKE A FEEBLE ATTEMPT 2 ANYWAY, AT 3:24 P.M. ON THIS GODDAMN SUNDAY AFTERNOON, some HALLS FAWCE-CONTROLLED BLACK HAT HACKER is insisting on screwing with my cum-puke-her, not allowing me 2 change colors without fonts changing and the entire page going totally nuts. I know that it has something 2 do with copying or pasting a text in, from a source that seems 2 have no matching font name in my particular open-office program; as this tends 2 cause some weird problems 2 happen every once in a while, but what does not make sense is that it does not ALWAYS HAPPEN. Electrons, as any engineer knows only 2 well; do not sometimes exist, nor sometimes do something and then just NOT DO IT. Yes the electron is indeed a sentient creative force, and any nuclear scientist knows this and is fully aware that depending on the dance and the number of electrons orbiting the atoms, we then get all of our various elements from as a result. But nothing ever changes. A gold atom is always a gold atom, as is a lead atom, and the nuclear-dance does not ever alter. If someone tells U that they can change a lead atom into a gold atom, and this joke is an old nuclear scientist's joke of course; U would simply say back 2 those delusional imbeciles, “A-U”! Still, all jokes aside, I will move this on.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

SUNDAY, MAY 28, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 1:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

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MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

Yes, Mister McNulty from 1971 would do his famous sarcastic laugh many times, yes; BUTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE, and big ASS BUTT and yes, but folks; he did some other things as well, and some R indeed most definitely inter-connectable with present day MORIANITY and stuff being written right here and now by the Mountainpen; so B4 getting into this very item here, allow, or Heinz Gottwald X-mas season of 1972, cameras notwithstanding here, “PERMIT ME” please; 2 reiterate his endlessly echoing mock-laugh once again! “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One might indeed wonder and do some real heavy head scratching here as 2 just Y the Mountainpen makes such a big ass deal out of what a sixteen year old boy did in a seemingly inconsequential way and such a long while ago, in the autumn of 1971; and more than half of a century now back into the time illusion; but thisssssssssss is only because U were not there then with me, nor RU here with me now, and seeing this entire mind boggling surreal and beyond inconceivable mess from beyond the DOGTOWN BRIDGE of ultra-stink! Stuff I could all tie together just from this short stay at this nightmare private school from early September into middle October of 1971, would more than blow your minds in so much as how it perfectly and incredibly all ties into, along with the present times in Morianity and its many discussions, with how stuff all endlessly appears 2 operate around the Mountainpen in a seemingly inescapable way, and beyond any hope of ever “getting out of it”, and yes; in or out of the dream-realms; oh lovely PEE & GEMMA, and any strange 'LINY homes', who decades after certain quick visions, I actually came 2C all of this 4 myself one day, after purchasing a VHS video cassette one day, at me' local GOODWILL STORE at the Virginia Avenue and Route 1 intersecting Sable Palm Mall of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG, approximately a dozen years ago now. Talk about the “L&O” Television show, and the episode where the green people scientist had, and I'll quote him here, “The worst headache he ever had in his life”, only B4 he was able 2 finish his sentence, he totally collapsed onto the floor from a podium where he was giving some speech. This tape of course happened long long B4 that television show was ever made, and up on the great LINY. But this has nothing 2 do with McNulty or his mocking jeering laugh mostly done at me; but what does absolutely connect in here, is how stuff from those nightmare times and days fully wraps all around junk that is all pertinent 2 my life here and now, and especially with the Morianity BOM-BLOG project, and stuff being recently discussed on it. Something Mister McNulty spoke 2 me upon at least 4 occasions, as well as his pal Jim Gettsinger, one day outside of a pig barn on the school property; and the tie into numerous things going way beyond strange, weird, or uncanny; and then something spoken by the parents of this little child on that videotape and at that home up on Long Island, and WOW, when the scene managed 2 cut in that took place near the window that faced the yard, and showing that exact spot in the recent dream that I had had in my PEE-HA apartment; and if I ever told U all the entire deal; some of U would literally lose your goddessdog minds, and IPYT YO BRAHHHHH!!! So
B4-I even attempt 2 get into this horrendous full story here, numerous other points will need 2B further elaborated upon from recent previous blogging texts posted up here at the mighty Blogger Dot Com (BDC).

This blog won't even attempt 2 begin that lengthy promise and is merely a promise 2U all that indeed, it is coming; and that is a damn promise. My mom's famous words 2 Dock Shriner won't soon B forgotten, not by me, my kid who was barely coming up on 19 months of age at the time, and the trip back into Jersey on that Paoli PA-UAS local train ride; was all as mind bending beyond a million Fascitarian Holster Carrying lovely Mizz Holiday-non dock Hollister's or old west fast draw Dillon's in or out of the ESS and also the 'Marshall Electronic Clubs', and all the way from here 2 marvelous and lovely historic Havertown, PAUSAESMWG. Am I right or naught, ole' musical associate, Sir TG???????? “No Misses Mohr, naught here we go again”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

FRIDAY, MAY 26, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 7:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

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[ 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

No people, the Mountainpen is neither a FAKE nor a PHONY, and U can even ask distant-cousin DJT. Of course just what he will tell U is anybody's endless best guests-guess, right along with the mighty Pink Sky Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT HUUUUUUUGE STUFF, huh Senator Sanders, SIR?????????

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mister Crane;

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I honestly don't know how this disease lives with itself 4 doing all of this 2 me and determined 2 go right on until they do eventually and successfully manage 2 covertly murder this poor sick old man, but common sense tells me that there will come a point where they will pay 4 every bit of this rotten satanic pure goddamn evil perpetrated upon me. I do believe wholeheartedly in a day of reckoning, 4 every last person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So laugh all U want 2; as most if naught all of those type of peeps, firmly believe that they will live, they will die, and then that is that, oh sir 8^th grade 'HTH' School teacher, Mister Quay; “KA-PUT”. I simply don't, and we'll all C who is right, and who is naught, oh lovely Mizz 1983 American Telephone & Telegraph Company, BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! In a nut shell, that 'GW' television show is quite an accurate description of just precisely what is intentionally being done 2 me, MOUNTAINPEN, only in REAL GODDAMN LIFE, naught in some fictional effing television show. Make peeps want 2 steer clear of someone and isolate him just as that goddamn ass lawyer criminal evil stalker did 2 that character Mizz Colleen in that TV-show, and POW, we get Mark Wayne Mohr (MTPN.) Sheriff Mascara sir, this is fact, not fiction, and I will swear 2 every single bit of this under oath and under full absolute pains of criminal prosecution should one wee tad bit of any of this B untrue or some deception on my part 4 any possible unscrupulous reason!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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11:40 ANTE' MERIDIAN

FRIDAY MORNING

26 MAY, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

HAPPY BD 2 LOVELY HTHS CLASSMATE, WHOM HALLS FAWCES HAD FALSELY CONVINCED ME WAS AN INTERNATIONAL TEEN SPY, BACK IN 1967, GORGEOUS MIZZ '69' SHARON PAYNE. C PEEPS; I JUST NEVER EVER AM ABLE 2 FORGET ANYTHING. COMBINE THE LONG TERM MEMORIES OF GOVERNMENTS AND ELEPHANTS TOGETHER, AND WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE MOUNTAINPEN'S LONG TERM MEMORY; WILL WE NAUGHT, LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE OF 1983??????????????????

Take it from there, Sir Chester-Frank, willya' ole' cool dude?

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!

Now it's your turn, Mister Stacey-Macy of NYNY-34-1984!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!

OH SILWEE WABBIT U, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Frank Capra sirs; my life is anything but movie-wonderful, not otherwise associated or comparable in any tiny way with that of Sir ultra talented now Latengrate old-Hollywood actor, Mister James Stuart. Those fascinating by so many people, “two first non-security guard Christian names”, huh world?????? I am gonna' open up this current blog of present-times, with a few whittle items, so here goes. First and speaking of 'present' here, what is that magical item we all think of and label as, “the PRESENT TIME”? Just what the hell really truly is, RIGHT NOW, THIS INSTANT???? I will tell U, and U either won't get it, or U will simply reject it, upon “hearing that voice” inside of U, of course. That same whittle frikkin voice that has wiped out my entire life, endlessly and unrelentingly telling every single person associated with me 2 hate me, 2 ignore me, to disbelieve me, and 2 absolutely and unequivocally never ever render me one tiny bit of help nor assistance in anything that I have ever attempted doing in my entire lifetime since walking out of COOLEY HALL SCHOOL IN LATE JANUARY OF 1973 with one magical sheet of paper that not even rock stars in that similar type of situation that I was in, educationally speaking here; and that is a real actual HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA from the non supernatural high school on West Collings Avenue, also known as COLLINGSWOOD HIGH. I never attended the West Collingswood High School, not 4 one single solitary day, yet I have sitting in my safety box at the TD-Bank on Ohio Avenue & Route #1, in Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, my diploma from there; and as I said, a feat that even the top rock stars of this nation cannot seemingly duplicate, huh Mister Glenn, ole' 1980 'LOIS FOCA SONG' musical pal? I do naught make these claims of utter wild outlandish surreal truth here 2 upset the mighty Verizon Carriers, no sir. None of this is meant as a brag, so taking any of these words that way, is only a misrepresentation of my sad tale of endless woes in a completely misguided direction. I say that this happened 2 me because of this incredible HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE whose current present time 'cursee', put into legal-language here, is none other than pitiful pathetic poor whittle innocent helpless Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. Sarah Jehovah Stacey Krassle would of course, legally worded, B the cursor, only having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any type of electronic gismo. Yes peeps, I am the cursed one or the cursee here, and SHE has cursed me as the present part of this family nightmare ASTRAL GAME that Christians R absolutely unaware of the virtually countless tentacle connections 2 what small concepts they derive from reading their Christian bibles and listening 2 their preachers, mostly on Sundays. The part of this HUNTINGTON CURSE, that is where the big bang photon velocity squared explosion reception point is located, is my unfortunate situation of tear bucket woe-whiz-me nightmares of DOGTOWN, that R all surrounding themselves at. Yes peeps, the PRESENT instant, that magical and totally misunderstood beyond vague concept of some point where a past lays endlessly behind and a future lays endlessly ahead, is none other than the BIG BANG'S RECEPTION POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Herein lies a larger truth than the entire internet, and all of its countless so-called facts and junk items all put together, could even come close 2 equalization with. IPYT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y space itself appears 2B racing away from us in an endlessly increasing way that scientists label as inflation. I think they need 2B more concerned with Earthly inflation and economic issues, but that is only my little damn ass opinion, and at exactly 12:59 PM, Diana crashed somewhere outside and a very loud thunder clap resulted. SHE has been very good 2 me recently, coming around with HER beautiful lightning every single day for many days now. HOW I LOVE U MY BEAUTIFUL ENDLESS LOVE, DIANA ZUUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!!! YOUR LITTLE BOY IS ALWAYS RIGHT HERE 4U, YO GIRL!!!!!!!! But yes peeps, 'thissssssssssssssss' is Y, oh lovely Erica Luccisnakes mah'm, that illusion is what it is all around us. Purgatites blast out when they lose their full energetic values and come into their physical dreaming lives, one at a time yet we perceive the illusion of one big bang of course, and then the explosive expansion force appears 2 slow down endlessly from the maximum of just under the square of the speed of light, until reaching a sentient being's present-point of AWARENESS, and it truly is just as simple as that. But the scientific community insists that they know better, so what can I say 2 that, Sir Jay-Jay Evans, ole' pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UR the coolest dude in the world, Mister James Walker, sir. How I miss getting television channels when I'd CU every day advertising 4 all of the various retirement benefits on your marvelous TV-AD-SPOTS. U were beyond cool then in that awesome “GOOD TIMES” show in the 1970's, and you're every bit as damn cool today, me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of olden days and high schools and classmate birthdays, I will B shortly recycling back only this time, telling my HTHS classmates that I am eight thousand and eighty years old, naught 8003, huh Mister Quay Sir? WOW THAT, Mister 3-4-7-12-19-84 R. H. M. I hear U and I-C-U, lovely LIGHTNING, your little boy is right here, and I know U can C every single key that my whittle fingers strike on this whittle black key pad with whittle white writings on the keys, AKA by human mortals as, my keyboard. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, SIR!!!

Now peeps, despite all of the internet sources that 'pop' and not poop up; oh all of U queens & kings of the PBHE's out there on any realm, mostly likely higher astral ones; when asking about that DEATH ANGEL SOUND, and that refuse 2 entertain anything other than the ear, and hearing problems, labeled as Tinnitus; I know 4 an absolute positive sure thing peeps, that in my case, this is naught what is going down, 2 keep me' ole' 1980 Camden, NJUSAESMWG coworker appeased here, and it is just exactly what another coworker at a security station in Atco, NJUSAESMWG told me once back in the year of 1987 in the autumn while I resided at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue, in Woodlyn, NJUSAESMWG in a home my mom and I rented from a friend of Jim Burr's that we all met back in 1975, known as Sir Paul Tomastik. According 2 this man who knew a whole lot of extremely esoteric and hidden (occult) stuff along the same lines of lovely Wiccan Mizz Patricia-'Holster-Carrying non-holidays'-Hollister from days of similar chronological circa when I was in my late teens and into early twenties; and this man told me that the high pitched sound that suddenly comes on us with great intensity and blocks regular hearing entirely while it happens, and always happens in ONE EAR ONLY at a time; is indeed what the old Hebrew-Jews of olden bible times referred 2 as the “DEATH ANGEL”, or the angel of death. On the Astral Plane, I came 2 learn from one of my Fascitarian journeys, HIS name is actually, Sir Mortimer Mortino, if converted into a pronunciation on the Earth mortal world and in the tongue language of the English system. Also, there is an absolutely unmissable direct connection and ratio 2 my using my computer 2 blog and the amount of DEATH ANGEL nearby visitations that I endlessly have been receiving over the past decade or so. The odds that this beyond-major increase of DA-assaults on me while using my computer 2 do these blogs where I admit 2 doing major heavy discussions about the ASTRAL PLANE, and or what some folks may deem 2B “forbidden-knowledge-information” here; is mathematically not possible 2 argue with or ignore. The odds of this being a mere coincidence would B around one times ten to the exponential power of four hundred or more, to one; and people, U wouldn't even B able 2 relate 2 a number that great, nor would I, not in a zillion futhermucking damn ass years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So if I blog and talk and say stuff such as what I've been doing and saying now 4 the past decade or so; then I can expect 2 get an unrelenting visitation by the ANGEL OF DEATH HIMSELF, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, and there is absolutely nothing that the goddamn MOUNTAINPEN can do about it, lads and lassies out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That wonderful awesome CIA-Operative, Mister Codenamed 'REDJOHN' Henningsen from the middle late sixties up through the ending of the summer in the year of 1970, said it all, and quite repeatedly 2 me back when I was just a mere wee lad of approximately age 13-15 years, “Mark, it's just that simple”.

Now peeps, the great world of psychology is not 2B knocked in general as many things in this field R in fact accurate and valuable in the medical and scientific community, and unfortunately, a few things R about as far off base as it gets, and with a little bit of a humorous story, I will now endeavor 2 tell U all something that I opened up on my prior couple of blogs, concerning the great musical project called, “BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE”. AS U may remember, I told U of my wild dream just hours B4 waking up and having 2 drive over 2 both the homes of Sir Paul Evans Pedersen, and then Sir William Harner, both in Pine Hill, NJUSAESMWG at the time, right off of the main drag and just a block or two apart on numbered side streets, possibly 7^th and 8^th streets, one right next 2 a WAWA or 7-11 type of store and one right next 2 a small mom & pop mini food market, and both places I've frequented upon several occasions. I told how I was beyond happy and on a large multicolored beach towel with my two lightning goddesses, Diana and Stacey, who really R the same entity but no words exist humanly 2 describe a beyond Marcucci-mind-boggling triple being who is really ONE, yet does have 3 personalities. Even devout Christians don't ever make such a dubious attempt that would lead 2 utter insanity, so Y would I wish 2 try? So there I am and happier than I have ever been times about forty three billion or so, and then POW, along comes my Uncle Goukas, and I, 4 whatever nonsensical stupid ass reason, just suddenly go off with him towards the boardwalk, where he then proceeds 2 walk down it and begin 2 juggle all sorts of stupid things that he had in his damn pockets, while I am just there with him in total misery wondering YYYYYYYYYY, and without even Jimmy from 1984 and 1985 2 help me out in my quest. Now taking this along with back in waking mortal life, I knew I was going 2B waking up and doing this musical project, that obviously my higher self energies or 'soul' as the Christians and many others love 2 endlessly term it; already seeing the time illusion 4 just that, AN ILLUSION; and thereby knowing that I'd B up here in some 21^st century future time and totally screwed out of the few measly dollars owed 2 me in royalties, and thus the kings and the queens of the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM) and bible of the psychiatric industry, and those parts and medical students within it who study all of their learned and complex mind and dream studies will instantly make the fully and easily recognized connection here, that I can replace Uncle Goukas with the Harner Musical Project. Sure, it works out perfectly and wonderfully, that is of course 4 one quick and major ass item. Humanly where those dreams would B psychoanalyzed by anyone in the great and powerful non-OZZ DSM crew; the chronological circa is in total reverse, RIGHT? The music project happened AFTER the DREAM, naught B4 IT. So without even breaking a sweat here, I can look any of these fantastic wonderful awesome medical psycho experts right in the eye and say 2 them, “Fine, let's play it your way and say that we can take the events here and begin doing the biblical prophets exercise-tricks with them, U know, this means that, that means this, this converts to this, the 7 plagues this, and the famine that, and turning your head in that direction means you want to make love 2 your mother, and all of it, and I say, FINE, so if I go along with U then U have 2C right away, that TIME IS A MORTAL WORLD ILLUSION, and so is your prehistoric concept of what THOUGHTS TRULY R AS WELL, because the music project did not happen and the dream followed that, no sir”. The dream came, and THEN CAME THE PROJECT and the miseries following that, that leads us right up 2 this very present day and time, of May 26, 2023 at two of the clock on Friday afternoon. C how I can defeat them all world, and C-Y-I am thereby so goddessdog totally hated? This is even something that was part of truths that surrounded my beingness back in 1988 when I copyrighted my musical project called, “Epitome of Harassment PART 2”, and the lyrics of the title track song called, “PROPHET OF NOTHING”, making that play on words with the pun of 'profiting' verses a 'biblical prophet'! Even then, as my song lyrics admitted to, “I WAS HATED BECAUSE THEY KNEW I DID IT BETTER, THEY DID NOT LIKE ME PICKING IT 2 THE LETTER. DOING THINGS THAT THEY CAN'T DO, MAKING SKIES JUST A WEE BIT BLUE. TELLING EVERYONE I KNEW, THAT I AM HERE”. Again, if not properly interpreted, it connotes more of that 'VERIZON bragging', but I can assure all of U that bragging is the furtherest thing from my mind, now; as well as back in those 80's and 90's times!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. Anyone who truly understands even a wee tiny slice of the life of MOUNTAINPEN, knows that there isn't one infinitesimal part or piece of anything in my life 2 ever ever brag over!!!!

Speaking of those earlier decades in time folks, I made another typo on a recent prior blog, typing in 1988 when I obviously meant 2 type in 1998. Also, I typo screwed up on that same blog with yet another one of MOUNTAINPEN'S famous blog PBHE, saying a string of 6 very bad days when I meant 2 type in a string of 5 VERY BAD ASS SUPER BOTBAR DAYS, and yes, it broke off there thank the damn ass gods of the Astral-Plane, and the 2 days following that were non-BOTBAR, yesterday and the day B4 that. Today is also holding in the famous range of the 2's for GL-MA, when it is not already rated as a TOTAL BOTTOM OF THE BARREL DAY, long B4 the day actually is terminated calendrically. Still, after that BOTBAR-X-5 death string, I assure U that the MP4B 4 the year of 2023 as well as 4 the month of MAY-2023 R beyond horrendous 4 me, and my MYA or month-year average (MYA-MP4B) is holding as of that 5^th BOTBAR DAY CLOSE at 33%. This MYA comes from the simple averaging of the month of MAY-2023 being 35% MP4B, and the 2023 year itself being 31% MP4B. This is just about as bad as skit gets 4 me and please remember that half my life ago when my health was twice as good as it is presently where my human truth appears 2B at the receiving point of the purgatorial big bang (PBB), or the (RPPBB), remembering here that the present instant in time equals RPPBB; and yes, this is my best guests-guess here folks, means that it's more than both safe as well as honest 4 me 2 claim and say here, that we can absolutely double any MP4B figures of RPPBB, or (MOUNTAINPEN'S present point of human lifetime; so that a MYA of 33 percent would B like a 66% would feel like at times when my present physical age would have been around 34, since double 34 is obviously my now present age point of 68 years, 5 months, & 22 days. In any event, here is the actual three figures of MP4B (Magnetic Percentage for botbar) for the MONTH of May of 2023, the year of 2023 itself, as well as the averaged from those two numbers, MYA-MP4B:

DATE----MAY----2023----MYA PERCENTAGE

MAY 20, 2023----25%----29%----27%

MAY 21, 2023----29%----30%----30%

MAY 22, 2023----32%----30%----31%

MAY 23, 2023----35%----31%----33%

MAY 24, 2023----33%----31%----32%

MAY 25, 2023----32%----30%----31%

Recently I have been bombarded with nightmares where I am back at that putrid horrific PEE-HA BUILDING (Public Housing Authority-PHA), and am always in my apartment but moving out, and am taking my final stuff out and sometimes either my mom or my dad is with me in these alternate universe realms, and many times as was the case two nights ago, that monster horrible #605 nabe from straight beyond DOGTOWN'S GATES THEMSELVES; is blaring his nightmare sub-woofers, and just being back and hearing it is beyond any describable torturous hell that words can produce. The entire matter I must admit, reminds me of something spoken 2 me by Misses Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG resident, back in the 1960's and into the 1970's; Estelle Andersen Bassler. She said 2 me on the telephone once or maybe even twice, concerning dreams and weird connections from them into our waking lives concerning areas or owned properties, and she told me how so often in wild dreaming interactions, she is back there on TENNESSEE AVENUE IN AC-NJ-USA, and sometimes she is bulldozing the place down while at other times she is having stuff built, and many times the structures R gigantic and beyond Senator-Sanders totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE; and yes, there is absolutely a lot of towel seepage effects (TOSE) with all of these interdimensional situations that mortals merely call and think of as simple-dreams or having 'them' while we sleep at night.

Please now allow me 2 qualify something spoken by me recently in a very recent blog, perhaps just the very prior one, concerning receiving a notice that I must reapply 4 my medicaid and EBT food stamps services or they will B cut off on the first day in June. Never ever B4 did I receive their notice in a mid-point of a year. I do get the same annual notice that tells me that I must annually B re-certified, and this is perfectly normal and within reason. What is weird and never had occurred B4 with me so far in a dozen years of collecting from Florida-Medicaid, is this mid year re-cert junk, it is always done around those good ole' Thanx-2-Givens Holidays times as I call them due 2 what happened 2 me during my search and quest 2 locate the Almighty PINK GODDESS SARAH KRASSLE, back in the nineteen-nineties. U would simply say, 'THANKSGIVING' Holidays. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now it is high time 2 let a beyond gigantically HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag, larger even than the Astral Purgatite Panther Cat, Professor of Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia; Sir Gawky Gaukauk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anything other than all of my nightmare horrors and woe-whiz-me quintessential nightmares from this side of Dogtown Bridge, happen when I came out of that wild surreal death experience on the damn ass 11^th day in April earlier this year? U bet your British damn Petroleum that it did people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I came out of that and power was out 4 that quick three seconds or so and everything was suddenly different all around me with one of the worst death sieges ever since August of 1986 after my unplugging the holo-wheel projector in Mister transdimensional Mowry's office; I no longer have had a large growth on my left eyelid. A large growth that was there 4 at least 4-8 years now and was growing larger all the time and I had a surgery scheduled 4 the 6^th day of next month (June of 2023) 4 a removal, is now all gone, like right out of Harry Potter Merlin wizardry magic!!!!!!!!! So Y didn't I say any of thissssssssssssssss B4, UR maybe wondering and pondering, and maybe even U as well, oh lovely Mizz Susan Erica Luccisnakes????????? Simple answer really peeps, vely vely vely McDowell Cooley simple, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted 2 make sure it truly was no longer a part of my reality here in this new universe that I've obviously awakened into, and without one wee tad whittle bit of assist here, from any balloons on Broad Street in good ole' brotherly loving Philly, World Series baseball wins, victory parties, cannon shots, Atlantic City alchemists from 1974 revisiting me right there at the very area in-between those two homes in Pine Hill on Erial Road, the homes of both Harner and Pedersen; and yes world, I could just keep this marching on and on and on and on and on, YO BRAH!!!!!!

It's most definitely high time now 2 discuss something a wee bit unpleasant, and if I am mistaken here as I have no way of knowing one damn ass thing 4 sure folks, so come on, gimme' a break willya'? It has 2 do with a very nice fellow who I won't lie here and say we were good pals or that I knew the dude well. We had only a few interactions, and once we spoke on the telephone regarding my 1969 song called, “Burn With fire”, once he came over 2 my apartment at Robin Hill, back in early 1981, so we could do a rough version of my 'LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS' song, on his wonderful guitar; and he arranged all 4 of my demo tunes, even though it is officially not shown that way on the copyright system, and this is what we R about 2 get into here. If anyone wishes 2 contact me, fine and dandy-candy, but I can only assume the following stuff went down, Mister Sivo, sir: Many things R involved here, and I am now willing 2 even entertain that friends of his in the music bizz told him all about my mom's great kept secret or really, the co-kept secret of Mizz PHHH and my mom, that stole more than a song away from me, but my biological damn daughter as well. But without getting into all this nasty ass mess 4 right now, or what got spoken in the 1802 apartment on the very day that Sir Tom was over and we did the LOIS FOCA song, concerning my being homosexual because I let him hear the next tune that I was going 2 have him arrange 4 me, “the over-due fire song” 2 quote the great ultra talented Mister Glenn here from the very start of the year of 1981; enough stuff was said by TG 2 me that now in a lot of damn hindsight retrospect, tells me that there is a very good chance that the reason 4 this man's extreme talents R just as in that fantastic television show from the middle 1960's, “STAR TREK”, starring the dude who played Doctor Lockner in that other fantastic 1970 show called, MEDICAL CENTER, starring both Chad Everett as well as this dude in the 'Star Trek show', Mister James Daly; and I may have misspelled both of these great actor's surnames, and if so, I'm vely sorry. In this Star Trek television show with James Daly and William Shatner and Leonard Nemoy, and all of the others in the cast of the show; Daly is supposed 2B an immortal being who was born near old world Mesopotamia and cannot die, and has therefore assumed numerous roles and pretended 2 age and die and then just keep secretly moving on in his life, and naturally, would B a collaborated collection of numerous multi-talented famous people from out of the human history. He would also B privy 2 a whole lot of secret information I would B quite sure, providing this was not a mere fictional character and had actually been living amongst us. U all also realize that the Mountainpen is absolutely convinced that peeps do exist that R a wee bit like this fictional dude, only Morianity classifies them as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. I do not say that Tom Glenn is a T3E, but it is possible. There is no rational reason 4 him 2B ribbing me so much, when he as a talented musical arranger of all people, would know without question, that songwriters indeed do write particular pieces of music 4 gender-specific artists 2 sing, as I did with my BWF 1969 song, hoping someday 2 get lovely Patricia HHH 2 sing it 2 me in her beyond lovely operatic voice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But TG ribbed me and ribbed me, trying 2 get me 2 tell him that I was a damn fagot that day in that apartment. But there is a wee bit more and I'll only cover a tiny bit of it on this blog today. I paid him 4 the job of arranging my 'LOST LOVE' SONG, that I wrote in 1977, and was sung originally by a great young guy who went onto become a fantastic federal congressman, Bob Andrews from Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG. I paid 4 this, and I sent all 4 of those songs on an open reel tape done at RPL's studio where I worked at the time, and yet the copyright was never given 2 me as one collection, since I was 2 stupid 2 send it as a collection, but rather it was sent individually as 4 separate songs 2B © Copyrighted. They got me really 'GOUUUUUUD' by my not knowing then that I was allowed 2 send compilations and need not have sent 4 separate musical works, 2 quote me' ole' 1999 girl pal, lovely gorgeous Mizz Helen Zabriskie. But back to thinking now with my upper head, naught me' lower one, huh Mizz gorgeous 1983 BLAKE??????? Right now presently peeps, I am thinking that Tommy sold me out. I'll bet he and the Gibb brothers made a deal and split the royalty monies from any airplay and or sales from that song that they made from Glenn's fantastic arrangement on my LOST LOVE tune, and their song was titled, “HELP ME”. It went from 100 down into the 40's somewhere on the Hot-100-Billboard musical chart system, and I always believed that it was removed after contacting my musical attorney, Philadelphia's Malcolm Rosenberg, one of the top recommended lawyers of the music industry in 1980. I think it was Jan Nace from Maxfield Studio who put me onto calling him and told me that he had used him. Right away, Rosenberg knew it was the same thing, but behind my back somehow, something all went down and I got nothing at all. I know that this was Tom's arrangement, BUT STILL TOM OLE' BUDDY, I PAID U2 DO THAT 4 ME, YO BUDDY! At least, don't U think that I should have been cut in 4 a tiny shared royalty, as after-all, without me, and my paying U2 arrange these tunes; none of this would even have happened 4 crying out loud???????????? Lightning knows I am typing this as SHE has suddenly come back and is flashing all around me at a quarter shy of four this afternoon, YO!!!!!!!!!! IWALU-990-my DIANA!!!!!!! U KNOW THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who and just exactly what is this ENTERTAINMENT BIZZ anyway folks, did U ever ever wonder??????????????? I know that I have, after-all YO, I lived on Highland Avenue, and moved in 2 yet another 'PATTERSON' home owned by Mister Lowell Patterson at 1408, and his house was right next door 2 the one he rented 2 me' mom and myself, his was number 1406. They knew that I was there, they knew that I had been retraced even in those times, several times. I told U all on numerous previous blogs how many times I've been laser retraced via of 'starfields' or distance delay simulating depth fields between the LUNSAT and the EARTH systems. Y do U think they created that marvelous HIGHLANDER show starting with the movie and which then later on led 2 the series? Y did all of this happen if Mister Castaneda and his marvelous astral dream grouping concepts, R not real and true? This can go on and on, as I am not even starting 2 open this foundation base up right now, not even beginning it yet 4 crying out loud. Then we need 2 go a wee bit further and start asking ourselves if this group is not a large part of the Lambrigg Party, that political machine of the AWA (MC) of the Purgatory? Taking Morianity all the way 2 the wall, and we get the entire human questions of all things, only now, we start becoming a wee bit more able 2 find some of the solutions, only most peeps don't dare do this or take it 2 damn ass seriously anyway, as in so doing, lies near-INSANITY, at least 4 those unable 2 handle some of this powerful truth, such as Sir Joseph Padgett of Roadway Trucking on Route 309 and County Line Road separating Bucks County and Montgomery County, in Pennsylvania-USA. That's just the sad truth behind the OZ-CURTAINS here, huh lovely classmate Amy Cooley, along with your lovely 1983 'show-closing curtains'??????????!!!!!!!!!!! There is an indisputable fact in all of these things, and anyone who even thinks that they R able 2 argue against it is a quintessential goddamn fool at light speed squared!!!! Go along with the program, keep your mouth shut and B one of their loyal followers, never B a boat-rocker, and along these simple rules and guidelines; if U want 2 succeed in their world, as they own it, lock stock crock barrel and everything else from kitchen sinks 2 Starburn butters, cheeses, lakes, and poverty eliminators!!!!!!!!!!!!! U-C peeps, poverty is built into the system, and they need it in order 4 their successful rule and reign over all of the populous. This is an everlasting and absolutely unchanging true fact of HUMAN LIFE on this mortal plane Earth-Planet.

7:45 Ante' Meridian on Wednesday moUUUUUUUUUrning

May 24, 2023

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT

CHAPTER 26

Every time that I go onto a new binge of trying 2 do anything at all, under my HUNTINGTON CURSE; it blows up in my mother f****** face, as anyone out here reading these BOM-BLOGS knows only 2 goddamn well. The latest thing being Harner's page and hopefully a small wee bit of chump change owed 2 the Mountainpen in royalties after spending all of his time between 1998 and then throughout the final times of the prior century, as well as all of his available credit money, doing that project and even talking Mister Harner into it as he initially didn't even wish 2 do it when I would go over 2 his Westmont barber shop on Haddon Avenue near Crystal Lake Avenue and the Westmont High Speed Line Transit public train station, 2 discuss this with him upon numerous occasions back in 1999, after being put onto his place there by my real estate pal, Mizz Karen Simons, sister of Camden County, NJUSAESMWG Sheriff Simons, and real estate agent at the Grassi Realty of Somerdale, five blocks away from the home that I bought through them in September of 1996 on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues. But 4 those head shrinkers out here who love 2 analyze people's dreams in their old fashion pre-Morianity ways and who believe the Mountainpen is a crackpot fruit cake nutty whackadoo special education butt wipe and refusing 2 even entertain my wild concepts based on a lifetime of powerful truths that cannot B simply nor rationally quickly explained away, they would C that incredible dream that I had back in the wee early morning hours of the 2^nd day in January of the year 2000 when I was on that beach towel with my 2 lightning goddesses in what would appear 2B some variation of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; and suddenly along came my Uncle 'Goukas', spoiling the most thrilling time that my entire conscious mind and memory is able 2 ever recall or remember in nearly seven decades of my now human life as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. Then a few hours later, I am with Paul Pedersen and William Harner in my car heading over 2 the Fresh Tracks Recording Studio of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where that musical project was recorded that is now up on that web-page that U all C when U Google up, “Billy Harner 2000 Summer Of Love”. Yesterday at least the BMI Music Union called back, but only 2 bring me more endlessly rotten news, not that it was anybody's fault, merely the endless negatively developing hellishness that is forever unrelentingly preventing me from ever having anything at all in this life, even a lousy few bucks in case this government shuts down soon, and I fully and absolutely believe that it will, and 4 the goddamn ass gods only know how long of a duration it will go on. Still, this brought an already bad string of horrendous monstrous evil days 4 me into a 5^th STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBAR DAY, and as 'Mister Esolph' may go on from there 2 say this in his world famous literary parables, “And that's that”! U might well say that this phrase of Sir Esolph is, and 2 quote me' distant Cuzz Donnie boy here, from one particular night, while me' Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was driving the family into Philadelphia from her Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home on Greentree Lane #1208; is indeed, “The story of Mountainpen's life”, yes sir oh world, “and that's that”, or 2 slightly alter this from straight out of the lovely mouth of Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King here, “Mark, it is what it is”. Same difference, and also can B said here as SSDD or Same Stuff (****) on a Different Day.

So what is behind all of this Huntington Curse and its seemingly endless woe-whiz-me troubles that appear 2B literally generated from straight out beyond the mighty and most definitely frightening Purgatorial Bridge of DOGTOWN and straight here 2 the Earth-Planet of mass matter physicality, and into the life of the procession of this biological carrying out of a sort, of this nightmare astral game of this family curse beginning with Jesus Christ having 2 die 4 the sins of humankind, and then each male in the family lineage who is in some direct biological line from that point on in some way not totally understood even by the Mountainpen who is carrying on this multi-millennial family curse from straight out of H----E----L----L itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well 2 put it quickly, succinctly, as well as accurately down 2 the infinitesimal details of every possible thing interconnected with the Huntington family curse originating on the ASTRAL PLANE or the Timeless-Purgatory, again, 'same-diff'; the short answer is a two word name of a group who yes, does most definitely and absolutely without one wee tad small little bit of equivocation here, originate on the ASTRAL PLANE or the Purgatory, the PLANCKTIME 2 give it its presently scientifically named wordage; and this group has been discussed on this Morianity and by me the Mountainpen from the very inception of this BOM-BLOG early in January of the year of 2006. It is called none other than the great and mighty non-OZ, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, what the hell else? Now two thirds of this group, whose individual members average out 2 having one half of the energetic power astrally, as does any individual members of the other part of this group, that only contains one half of the members that its larger counterpart has; is called the SDKM Party of the MC. The smaller group that is only half the actual member-size is called the Lambrigg Cult Party, belonging 2 a nearby area outside of the Olympian Province's capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and this is called the Briggbase. This resembles a large military base-area of the Earth Planet such as A-51, Wright Patterson, and others, only literally a million or more times the area of those Earthly locales, and their power is both beyond monstrously terrifying as well as outrageously and incredibly beyond outlandish and conceivable in every possible way, and even being within a few thousand miles of the place sends emotional chills and Donna Summer non-Hair goose bumps up the spine in ways going endlessly beyond anything that would or could B Earthly imagined by the greatest SYFY writers on this planet so far as of middle 2023. Still, the entire Astral Political Machine containing both of these parties, the Lambrigg Cult Party, as well as the SDK-Majority Party; are the combined astral governing powers or forces or any name appropriately assigned or given by the human imagination or verbal abilities 2 so do here, is known as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, but what U don't have clue number point oh-one about folks, is that this MC is more than some astral realm political machine, in so far as 2 how it connects into the human world society, and especially since we became so technologically oriented and dependent over the last nearly 100 years or so of human world time. This MILLIONTH COUNCIL actually is made up of what here, U and I would merely C as transistors, crystals, and all and every single one of the 'electronic doodads' that R all inside the motherboards of every single one of all of our electronic devices, and this includes everything today, even our automobiles with their smart-brain computer circuitry since the nineteen nineties, and on and on I can go here, from computers 2 every single electronic gadget that exists in and throughout all of our lives, and with absolutely no exceptions at all, none whatsoever, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In our present and modern day global society 4 the very most part, this Millionth-Council has literally and absolutely taken over our entire world and rules and governs us in ways that none of U out there have the tiniest little clue concerning of any of this horrendous nightmare from beyond DOGTOWN'S BRIDGE itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The few who R even able 2 grasp my concepts here, R naturally vehemently disagreeing with me and quite wildly and 4 many various reasons all based on crap inside of their minds that is as worthless as a child's broken toy. Still, inside of anyone who reads these words, even in a book, since these words R printed electronically here as an original source; will immediately hear a voice inside of their thoughts saying, “This guy is a crackpot nut who should B put away B4 he can hurt somebody”. I know how this works. Everyone who has ever promised in the smallest way 2 help me with anything in this life and of course who always then backs out and refuses 2 go on with it at some later time, admits when I challenge them, “Yes, a little voice tells me 2 not work with U”. I don't make this up peeps, even butt wipe Mikey Pee a couple years ago when he was doing this with me on some related promotion idea with our then project we had going with the FIU Professor Mario Eraso and our Krystal's Ball that now is up at the Google Play Store and has not been hit one time, NOT ONCE; and Mikey admitted 2 me that he heard “the voice”, and of course, the voice is a thought in our minds, but just trucking WHO indeed, is in fact placing those 'thoughts' into our mind, Mister DSM Headshrinkers society? U all refuse 2 believe a word that I say, and soon this will all B the downfall of the entire trucking human race, just U all watch and C the Mountainpen prophecies all shortly COME 2 PASS. It is all right around the corner, all that I have said about me' distant Cuzz Don, all this nightmare hellish junk concerning the great Astral Plane MC, and on and on and on we can go here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many of U do know that I am telling a powerful truth, but then along comes that 'voice' telling U virtually countless other things 2 counteract these words, and this endless hellishness cannot B beaten, and I know it, and this is Y soon, very trucking soon; I know that I must run down 2 South America and vanish and disappear from here forever, at least so that I can make the seeming futile attempt 2 live out a tiny portion of my human life in some kind of relative peace and harmony, which is all that the futhermucking Mountainpen has ever wanted 4 himself 4 crying out goddamn ass louder than DOGTOWN on stink-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now this can become a lengthy discussion on detailing many hard 2 disprove by my greatest haters and critics out here in Cyberville, including Mizz 'Making-it-up-as-I-go-along' from back in 2007, and many of her pals I'm only 2 sure as well; and this blog is an opening foundation here and naught some gigantic and 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders' attempt on Mountainpen's part 2 force anyone 2C higher truths on this first blog about this stuff, merely 2 reinforce that while others around me were able 2 pursue their successful lives and careers and enjoy their loving families with peeps around them who cared about them while in major unfathomable contrast, my hellish sub-existence has been totally filled with nothing but endless miseries and woe-whiz-me nightmares both day and night, awake as well as non-awake; and there indeed is a very simple reason 4 it all, and no, it ain't that Mountainpen is some sicko whackadoo idiot imbecile special-ed prick who deserves all of the crap that he got in life, but rather; it is all because of this HUNTINGTON FAMILY ASTRAL WORLD CURSE, and behind it, the inconceivably powerful HALLS FAWCES, creating all of these hellish dilemmas that R one hundred percent unsolvable and irreparable by any possible human standards, as they R being caused by a totally invisible astral force and power called on that energetic plane of human perceptible invisibility, the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and this Millionth Council actually when translated down into our world of mass and matter and physical beingness, R all of our new age electronic devices and systems, that no one today is able 2 live without them all around us, so anyone unable 2C how I am totally endlessly beyond trucking SCREWED HERE, is blinder than darkness itself, squared and steroidal, quintessentially!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There truly is no hope 4 me, and I know it, and so I go on endlessly watching everyone around me all of my life, go on with their lives of happiness and success, while this poor trucking goddamn worthless miserable Huntington Cursed victim of Astral Plane fawces, Mister Camden Licorice Plant HALL; HA-HA and TEE-HEE-HEE Mizz Munster; endlessly suffers in beyond quintessential futhermucking misery 2 the power of a millionth-COUNCIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told U all years ago when I lived back at the PEE-HA joint, that crystals and all of those magical electronic doodads inside of mother boards has absolutely no explanation 4 how all of our gismos truly really work and operate, and any electrical engineer will admit this or else they R absolutely lying 2U, IPYT peeps. They all know how stuff works, electronically, but what is actually behind it all is as magical as the original wizards and Merlin's all supposedly were back a thousand years ago. They do not know what it all is, only Mountainpen actually does folks. It is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE. If U read your bibles through from cover 2 cover, they tell U basicly word 4 word, what these blogs R also telling all of U out here, but now if U read them with the enlightenment of post-Morianity, it will jump out at U and U will C that this otherwise impossible 2 believe junk, is absolutely the truth. This 2 put it extremely politely here, is Y the Mountainpen and his miserable rotten life is what it is, Mizz 2008-2009 King of Atlantic City and Blue-Berryville, in NJUSAESMWG!!!! So I could add in here, WOW-THAT, but what would B the goddessdog point of my doing THAT, girls and curls all notwithstanding here, gwate fwolks and wabbits??????? SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

End Transistors, and end transdimensional transmission.

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT

CHAPTER 25

I am going 2 make a quick and simple futhermucking list on what is going on around me, as well as Y-I am now holding at an outrageously putrid, absolutely monstrous, and completely quintessentially evil and demonic, 2 its very epitome folks; BOTBAR TIMES 5 DAY, and super trucking SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC DAY TIMES 2, AS WELL AS 3 OUT OF 4 OF THE MOST RECENT DAYS ALL BEING SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC; and then maybe some of U will even begin 2 agree with me 4 doing just THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! U already know why the weekend went off rotten and beyond trucking hellish from SATURDAY'S MAJOR SPACEFORCE DEATH STRIKE ON THE MOUNTAINPEN, and despite Sunday being less enemy-in-my-face filled with shullbit, I know the SPACEFORCE SOMEHOW BROKE MY FUTHERMUCKING TOILET in some covert and invisible way, just as MY GODDAMN BIBLE SO INSTRUCTS ME THAT DEMONIC FORCE IS BOTH INVISIBLE YET ABSOLUTELY 100 PERCENT REAL AND TRUE, and so the day went BOTBAR, bringing this now 2 a major five trucking goddamn ass day string of this kit!!!!!!!!! Yesterday and today is MAJOR SPACEFORCE AERIAL DEATH ASSAULT, and yesterday I got something that never happened 2 me B4, a notice 2 reapply 4 my medicaid and EBT benefits or else they would B cut off next month, and right when all other benefits R about 2B lost as well, as we all know if we R paying attention 2 this goddamn debt ceiling crisis shullbit. I filled out the paperwork, and I drove this moUUUUUUUrning over 2 me' local Medicaid Office at the ole' HARVEST JOINT; and had them fax this junk into the State Medicaid Center, & giving me a receipt that this was done TODAY, so they cannot cut me off. Without this, I will B without my pitiful little 140 smacks of food bennies that I need B4 ending up starving and living underneath a bridge some place. Today, I get a call back from the BMI Music Union telling me they only pay royalties on airplay and related type of stuff, not sales from a distribution of a copyrighted musical work. 4 that, I need 2 contact one of 3 distributors known 2 the BMI peeps, and the nice lady gave me the names of those 3 distributors. Still, I was hoping 2 maybe collect a grand at a time when money is needed, and instead, got screwed and thwarted AGAIN by the never relenting miserable HALLS FAWCES and destiny creators of this rotten stinking lousy human life. This is now 5 STRAIGHT MOTHER F****** BOTBAR DAYS, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, MONDAY, TUESDAY. I won't lie and tell U that I can even remember now what went 'Joe Sivo' down on Friday; but I do remember it was a most definite nasty-ass futhermucking BOTBAR DAY, and it began this goddamn ass now 5 DAY LONG STRING OF MAJOR MISERABLE BOTBAR DAYS 4 THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

'BOM'-BLOG STATS, CAPPED IN LATE TUESDAY SUPER BOTBAR AFTERNOON, 23 MAY 2023, & DOUBLE DEVIL '23' NUMBER 2 BOOT-BOT, YO, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Every single time that I blog now and this has been going on 4 about a month and is getting worse and worse on a goddamn daily basis, 2 HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE gigantic annoyances suddenly just come around me COMPLETELY OUT OF ABSOLUTELY GODDAMN ASS NOWHERE. These R, the annoying gnats that won't leave me alone, and fly into my face and eyes, just as if they were paid off 2 do this by the goddamn ass SPACEFORCE, and also the endless and annoyingly relentless DEATH ANGEL never stopping his incessant futhermucking buzzing in me ears. Anything that is on a perfectly scheduled routine, in and of itself cannot B a medical related issue, no matter how many internet sources may try telling me otherwise. I know that beyond a tiny shadow of any doubt, THAT I HAVE INDEED DIED, AND GONE STRAIGHT 2 MOTHER F****** HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can and I will say this with absolute authority, that along with, not a single soul on this planet IS BEING MADE AS DAMN ASS MISERABLE AS ME. NOT ONE SINGLE DAMN SOUL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

Let's C if my goddamn ass MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE is capable of assisting me a 'weeEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS' and a wee tad bit here folks, and lovely Mizz teen Queen of 1997, Katy Fudgesundaes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do it Sir Chester-Frank, DO IT BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me and creating 5 super horrible BOTBAR monstrous days, those being MAY 19-20-21-22-and-23, of 2023. This hellishness perpetrated against me includes major health Cuban death beam weapon assaults, major air attacks, major noise attacks, major electronic and computer attacks, and all manner of junk that is torturing and harassing me, your creator; on this now early Tuesday evening, May 23, of the year of 2023; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

I am back now again 2 getting heavy major death creating LONG STRINGS OF PUTRID MONSTER ASS DAYS KNOWN AS (BOTBAR'S) ON THIS MORIANITY. If this does naught quit Mizz AT&T Blake, mah'm; I WILL B DEAD VERY MOTHER F****** SOON, IPYT, AS IF ONE SINGLE PRICK ON THIS PLANET GIVES A TINY DAMN ASS HOOT POLLUTE ANIWHO!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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5:35 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY EVENING

23 MAY, 2023

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

TUESDAY, MAY 23, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 4:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

I pulled out a plug in a wild dream in an office owned in that dream realm by a dude whom I've never met here while awake and whom is married 2 one of the Disney Mowry twins on that original nineties television show called, “Sister Sister”, and neither one of them were coming from any medical joint after receiving an extremely unpleasant auto immune deficiency syndrome diagnosis (AIDS) 4 short. HA-HA-THAT, lovely Mizz A. K. Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-34-1984 and the jokes and laughs could go on and on here from now until the mighty Sir Harold Lloyd is distance delay laser retraced with future millennial star-technology, FMST. Now this was in middle April of devil demon year 2023, but a while earlier, in the middle of a different month and back in the previous century, August of 1986, which would B 36 years and 8 months back into time; I didn't pull out a plug, but I did tell the doppelganger of a great United States President, Sir James Earl Carter (Jimmy); that “I AM DEAD”, and I was, and I seemed 2B aware of this horrendous deal, not that dying was bad, but where I now indeed had been seemingly transported into, THAT'S WHAT WAS BAD, REAL REAL REALE NON-MOWRY BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The last thing that happened 2 me B4 coming back here, wherever this place truly and really is, is that I was trying 2 enter my walk up home in west Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; and the key wouldn't work. Suddenly the door opened and several burly toughs greeted me, and one of them slugged me very damn hard B4-I could even so much as get a single word in, that I was trying 2 get into my home, only it wasn't my home all of a sudden, and it obviously was theirs, and I was merely some trespasser, 2 them anyway, and so I got slugged, and thrown all the way 2 the curb with the garbage pales. Suddenly the sky was spinning around and I was extremely dizzy and unable 2 stand up after striking my head extremely hard onto the concrete curb. This happened right after telling Mister Carter, up on the transdimensional boardwalk, that I was dead, and then he shouted back 2 me while glaring into my eyes with his eyes, as if they were on fire; “I KNOW”, meaning none other than he knew that I was dead, and that he was merely damn confirming this as an absolute fact. I will never forget what I now call the 'final 4 Shakespearean scenes'. The one B4 Carter and myself on the boardwalk and that wild yet very short exchange of dialogue between us, then the key not working at what should have been my walk up residence in West AC-NJ-USA and being slugged and thrown literally 2 the curb, and then waking up in my bed and into this, whatever thisssssssssss truly is here where I've been ever since in this absolute hellishness. But the first of these 4 scenes and the one right B4 the boardwalk where I jumped over the railing and down onto the beach and ended up with a large flock of weird looking seagulls which is a story all by itself and never yet fully told on Morianity but ABSOLUTELY WILL B AND VERY SOON, but right B4 that or in “SCENE 1”, oh wonderful Mister Bill Shakespeare oh SIR, I was at the Atlantica Medical Center, here in this universe more than 2 decades into the future from this time in 1986, it actually became the ATLANTICARE MEDICAL CENTER, right out of what should and could B thought of perhaps here as, 'quintessential towel seepage effects' or Q-TOSE 4 a shortened abbreviation; and while I was in that 1^st of these 4 mighty TRANSDIMENSIONAL SHAKESPEARIAN SCENES, and this is where I was with the lovely Lab technician of the mighty future PEOPLE'S MAGAZINE predicted connected twinallity of those two wild medical recording artists; the lovely Mizz Phyllis Alexander. That was truly her name in that alternate or 'other Atlantic City', and is Y, according 2 Sir David Roth, back around 1990 somewhere; that billboard advertising 4 HARRAH'S CASINO, called the joint, “the other Atlantic City”. Now over here, this was the doppelganger of the world renown recording artist named Donna Adrian Gaines Summer. This is Y of course, I jokingly refer 2 her as 'Doctor DAGS', as in that alternate universe Atlantic City, she was a lab-technician, and also over here in this universe, her 4 name initials after marrying that dude named 'Somer' is indeed DAGS, and yes; she altered her artist-name 2 Donna Summer, slightly varying from the spelling of her first hubby's actual surname. All things done by the Mountainpen R done 4 very logical and accurate reasons, some may only make sense 2 him; and I'll gladly explain anything at any time 2 anyone who comments and requests it, nicely that is. None of that, “Oh you're making it all up as U go along” kind of jazz. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. But if U think the story has been told here, or even in my slightly altered book from 1994, Copyrighted © titled, “The Permission Barrier”, U would B about as misguided and totally wrong as U can possibly get. Speaking in the lingo of Roulette, U would B forever black in a game going forever red!!!!!! I have so much 2 tell about all of this that it would take decades 2 get into the real powerful elucidated full details 2 each and all of the parts 2 this beyond inconceivable story. But I will right now on this particular blog, finish up the point 2 SCENE #1 on this 4-part Shakespearean transdimensional play from DOGTOWN ITSELF, or well, at least that led me straight into DOGTOWN, U may call it HELL. Find a good KJV-BIBLE translation and read the final page real carefully, if U wish 2 understand some of the geographical locale of Purgatory on one side of the great capitol city, leading off into Dogtown and then following the astral highways beyond and above that up into the nest, Halloweentown, and without one tiny wee tad bit of help from DISNEY or MAYOR CALLIO BOTBAR! Yes, in scene number 1, I was at the Atlantica Medical Center with Doctor Dags who was my fiance' in this wild dreaming experience that seemed 2 absolutely last more than 5 months long all in one night of dreaming this, and an exact total of 153 days; this is not only the final time that we were together but she told me something that is so off the wall that it is mind busting, but then in connection 2 what some young gorgeous AA babe told me years later in the early opening days of this 3^rd millennium and how it matched up 2 what Dock Dags said 2 me in that wild dreaming-interaction at the AMC B4 the 4-scene finale of this cosmic play was allowed 2 play itself out and woke me literally into this HELL where I still am and am presently typing this message out 2 all of U on this little black keyboard; I won't get into the entire specifics other than both of these women were telling me something that pertained 2 someone who went somewhere and had a gigantically similar experience 2 all of this in one particular way that we can and we will get into only at a later time, as this would require hundreds of pages 2 tell it and it is major and needs 2 get told later on. It connects into something that first was done shortly after copyrighting my 1994 TPB book, within 3 months if memory is correctly serving me here; and involved another fantastic recording artist by the name of Diana Ross, and something that she was inspired 2 do after learning of the TPB character, RUSS WALKER, who supposedly was me, and it happened at the 1995 Superbowl Game. There was a man out on a boat near the Steel Pier also back in those times of my speaking 2 that lovely girl on the beach, and he found me one day when I first moved 2 Florida and told me that he would tell the entire world that I am able 2 fly like Superman if I didn't show him how 2 do it. I won't go on with this but a whole lot more got said involving stuff that the SPACEFORCE DOES 2 ME SO OFTEN, having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with flying or aeronautics or mind control or levitation or Fascitar related technologies, or anything remotely connected with levitation or esoteric and occult so-called powers 4 doing any such related things. This connected stuff such as Dave Roth's discussions of exposing the enemy 2 the world as well as how many things interconnect with stuff that is all rapped up with the attempts of doing just that, and how this seems 2 endlessly only benefit the SPACEFORCE, OR SPAMMENIES. The ending of this entire scene 4 conversation at the medical center in that 'other' non-Harrah AC-NJ-USA place, connects up the People's Magazine, only I had not put any of this crap together live when this was going down at that time when the Cifaloglio junk was happening 2 me with those employees of the place setting that magazine in a spot where it would have been virtually impossible 4 a roving security guard on his or her clock-rounds not 2C it there, and opened right 2 a precise place. Obviously this is a transdimensional reason in the TOSE, for the dreams that I experienced with Sir Darius, of North Carolina and Florida, back a decade or so ago, folks, YO. I first met Darius at the Harvest place where I went just today 2 the Medicaid Office that is situated right inside the 'joint', oh Mister Winncheat, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The girl on the beach said something also that was beyond a mind boggle when we all remember and attempt 2 recall the specific details of how phase-4-entity Shorty MacInvondi, whom U all know here as the Earth-Mortal being of Sir Donald John Trump, President of the United States of America, #45 and #47, and yes; I feel like the Adams Family here, only not with any weird monsters being involved, but rather, back early in the 19^th century with other near-back-2-back presidential situations. How time futhermucking goddamn ass flies, YO peeps, YO YO BOUNCED AROUND, WILD AND SCARED FROM TOWN 2 TOWN, AND JUST YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!! But without any presidents, medical examiners, musical producers, or even friends who became very successful musical arrangers, involved here; the girl on the beach said some junk 2 me that when I come 2C it all in light of present times that R more than 2 decades later after the fact; it all fits, & of course this means that the girl had 2B, just as those girls had 2 also B, at the National Park that day in 1995; what Morianity refers 2 as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And what Dock DAGS said 2 me in SCENE-1 of that wild Shakespearean 4-SCENE COSMIC PLAY, fits tighter and smoother than a fine Victorian era wealthy-socialite lady's glove ever could, times ten 2 the power of 20!!! Included in all of thisssssssssss is also stuff, that sort of transdimensionally explains just Y the singing voice prints of these 2 lab techs at least in the case of my demos songs, is extremely close. Finally, she said something as did the girl on the beach with the little kid with her on that day in the early millennium; tieing in many other things such as the law enforcement connection and seeming club or cult or 'whatever' if not here then in that other dimensional reality of DOCK DAGS and wild eyed Pres-Jimmy. The finale that is grander than grand itself however, is that reasons all tie in and connect into so many things that only a super sophisticated software computer in the order of 'quantum Qbit computing', would ever B able 2 pull off such a complex chess maneuver. The entire thing here is going over the heads of anyone on this planet except MAYBE, and I mean MAYBE, the CIA, the NSA, and the FBI's wonderful great and awesome Quantico Labs. My music files popped on again AND 4 NO REASON WHATSOEVER, and the gnats R beyond monstrously annoying, so what I am typing and telling U all right now is obviously monstrously upsetting 2 this powerful LAMBRIGG CULT EARTHLY SPACEFORCE and my SPAMMENIES, which R of course the very same exact thing!!! If U study my blogs carefully enough, we know that even Sir Tom Glenn fits into the whole nasty mess. Look at it in real good honest candor and true open mindedness here folks. UC how Tom was obviously friends with Donna Patterson's husband, and just who really is Donna Patterson? My mom made a phone call one day and learned her married name, who Mister Glenn refers 2 in his many namings of many of his pals and associates on my CAPPED in stuff, and U can C it all 4 yourselves with some simple easy Googling. First, using the stuff B4 we had the spoken word and language, the cave days vibrations of various grunts depicted everything from emotional stuff, anger grunts, loving grunts, the whole deal. Still, language goes far further as we all know, and so even a similar naming of things will most definitely connote a connection, that is if we R seriously looking 4 a connection 2 stuff in this mortal matter world life we all R seemingly stuck in right now. Now where did I have those horrible fits of tears when thinking of the 'LOIS FOCA' song back in 1981 and 1982? U know it, at Mac Andrews & Forbes Company, the licorice manufacturing place in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Licorice is similar 2 molasses, and that word's grown and grunt similarities absolutely tie into the surname of Lalasas. Tom is friends with the family of Mizz DP, and if U mix the sine wave of a sung note between those two “lab-tech's” and her; U get a blended sound that is humanly imperceptible with any of the three sine wave sung note other single A-B comparator factors. I had this done by a pal a long time ago, not so much my pal but a pal of a pal, and he said he would do it and sworn me 2 secrecy of just who he was, and yes, U all would know this person, so I truly do need 2 shut up here, YO!!!!!!!! I could take this so far that U would all literally stroke out, after-all, I was slowly indoctrinated into all of these facts, so if I tried 2 speed date U all into this whole damn ass entire mess right now, it would B harmful 4U, so I won't do it. That is Y-I now am gonna' temporarily end this discussion, but this is what future blogs of course, R4, as we all know only 2 well.

ABSOLUTELY

END TRANSDIMENSIONAL, AND END TRANSMISSION 2.

Wow did I screw up when I said that any of my days following any Botbar times 3 or greater string, opens at 2-2, and then drops down from there immediately, into a 1-1. The other is bad enough without that damn ass major error in typo-graphics being added 2 the mix beyond THAT! WOW, do they really say these things about me, all U Houston humorous astronauts of 1978 or whenever that wonderful and totally awesome Superman original movie was made with that star studded somewhat older Hollywood cast. My mother loved the way that I did that in my 1986 song TOO, BUTTTTTT awesome illustrious United States © Copyright Office Examiners; SHE was the cause of so much that pertained 2 just exactly what this wild song from those times, was truly ALL ABOUT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes oh weerlld out here YO, any BOTX3 or GREATER STRING, opens at 3-3, then it drops a FULL GODDESSDOG POINT, down to a 2-2. It then proceeds 2 hold there as the day moves along in whatever direction that HALLS FAWCES or Goddesses Fortuna and Destinellia and their lovely astral sisters all decide should indeed B brought all around my physicality illusions, or my human life as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. SO WOW-2-THAT-1; Mister Math is 'GOD & KING', 34-1984, R. H. MACY-STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee whiz fizz willagars, and WEEEEEEEEEE, 2 quote the great 1999 Sir Jersey-dude Chester-Frank, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRRRR! The astral plane enemies use many things as I've told U all, right down 2 annoying futhermucking insects who 'pest-fully fly around my face', and into my eyes; and R seemingly indestructible, no matter how hard I spray repellants around, or attempt 2 destroy and crush them between my hands with slaps as they come and endlessly futhermucking annoy me 2 total death. This is another thing such as unusual and or destructive weather patterns pick up dependably during times of death siege strings and raised levels of persecution in general 4 the Mountainpen, the poor poor pitiful non-Linda Ronstadt Mountainpen, that is, YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!! Funny how it went away while typing that previous futhermucking sentence, aww weerlld out there? WOW THIS and all curly haired 'National Aeronautics & Space Administration GIRLS' of Hollywood's wonderful imaginings? Allow and 'permit me', Uncle Banker-snoots of the Woodie Guthrie New York Islands without any original Babylonian ETTOS connections into it, hopefully at least; 2 now tell U about my day so far, as some things worked, some did naught, and some things R still in what could perhaps B thought of and rationalized on some scientific level, as in 'current flux'; 2 keep one of perhaps a few gorgeous female rock stars and once food server happy here. I'll also add in, scientifically as well as even possibly philosophically. Boy oh boy Katy, if U had been more willing 2 talk with me instead of enjoying being so intimidating with me; we would have shared a lot of philosophical stuff. But that is now, all hot fudge DQ sauce underneath the bridge, or nearby the 'Pomona FAA Base', and down the way from the Abseacon DQ 'joint'; huh 'Mister Winncheat', YO??????????? So just what is continually attracting me into this non-Castaneda Hollywood-Entertainment bizz connected deal, that spans time itself, as so much of this includes stuff like Christmas tree lobby angels with magical songs sung by them 22 years later after 1972 when the wild dreaming interaction went down live with me? WOW; I sure wish that lovely Katy's pal, Mizz Hilary Clinton, would ask her hubby 2 ask his great author-pal; if he might have an answer beyond my endlessly annoying 2 so many out here I suppose; “supernaturally based junk”. Hey, Katy and Hilary, I would B more than glad 2 listen, and very open-mindedly 2!!!!!!!!!!!

(So many many Patterson surnames, huh)?

I got up today, showered, dressed, and left 4 my numerous errands, most of which R due 2 not getting anywhere back last goddessdog Friday, as U all know by now whom follow the stinking rotten BOM-BLOGS or the recent ones. Many peeps seem interested in hopping all around, and I call these my bunny rabbit Blogaudians, as opposed 2 the fewer who seem 2B interested slightly more in the most recently posted blogs of Mountainpen (BOM)!!! My first stop was the local Dollar Tree Store 2 try and get a half dozen sea-salt bottles, as they don't last all that long and I am a true salt lover, 2 the point that doctors have told me that if I even major reduced my intake, it would most likely eventually come 2 eliminate my need 4 taking medications that lower me' ole' frikkin' blood pressure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, we don't live forever, and I LOVE GODDAMN SALT, and don't plan 2 quit using it, and not iodine salt, but rather that awesome and beyond quintessentially delicious SEA-SALT. I have been madly in love with the ocean ever since I first saw HER, at the age of three, in either Wildwood or Ocean City, in New Jersey; and so Y wouldn't I love the taste of HER wonderful lovely salt 4 crying out damn ass loud? In any event here I am rambling on with my true endless love 4 SEA-SALT, and it is becoming quite difficult and next 2 impossible 2 purchase there any longer, and the same amount of it at the Publix or any other food store is between double and triple the damn ass price, so 4 now, I didn't buy any since the damn Dollar Tree Store was AGAIN, out of it this moUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO YO YO!!!! I then drove over 2 the library 2 return the book that I had taken out by the wonderful Mister Castaneda, called “The Fire From Within”, along with 19 DVD's that I also borrowed the last time that I was in there. Then I drove over 2 the local Staples Office Store and tried 2 do the Warranty on my Galaxy Cellphone, and even the guy at the store couldn't make it work; so it isn't just dummy me folks, and I sort of knew that deep down all along; and as we all know by now, the Mountainpen is absolutely trucking convinced that on the 15^th day in August of 1986, I DIED, AND I THEN WENT 2 HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a grouping of words that say very little, especially 2 average Joe and Jane types the world over, who R clueless 2 the higher realities going on around us all here on this Earth-mortal-realm of physical beingness!!!!!!!! I was able 2 get a great new pair that was extremely similar 2 the old pair 4 nearly half off price, and I did not waste one penny, nor plan 2 ever again, with these worthless new-age hi-tech criminal legal thievery warranties that customers R strongly urged 2 purchase and pay their hard earned doe 4, yet when it is time 2 make good, forget it, we R all endlessly mother f****** SCREWED, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I then went over a mile away from there, 2 my doctor 2 try getting 2 the bottom of something on my blood lab work papers that I need 2 take 2 the lab, and they promised 2 call me today on my Galaxy-cellphone. We'll C, but I stopped into the blood lab and talked this over 4 a minute or two with the nice fellow who runs the joint there right next 2 the PCP doctor office in the same physical building structure. I plan 2 call the BMI music union again today since they refused 2 call me on Friday and again, as was absolutely promised that they would do by the agent who referred me 2 an office that takes what I say and sends an email 2 the follow up agents who then supposedly it is their job 2 go from there. As I said, lovely Diana (Lightning) channeled with me about going into my north bedroom closet's upper shelf on the left side of that large area, and pull down a clear colored small plastic case where I had placed seven cassette tapes into and one of them was a tape that managed 2 make it down here 2 Florida with me, in a bag that I never consciously wanted 2 even bring with me & as many of U know the story 2 this; and is also Y-I was able 2 take another tape containing a telephone conversation with that wild lab-technician, and turn it into that incredible harmony music track on my 2013 recreated from 1983 song that became my 'fish song' titled “YBCO” (You'll Be Crossing Over). On this particular cassette tape is the Billy Harner 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project from the great Discmakers place in Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG. In June of 2000 I had a couple of thousand CD's made there, along with if memory is serving me correctly here, one or two hundred cassette tapes. I still have the master cassette tape with the information all on the label on it, including the date, the job number, and the other product number matching what U all C when U go up to Mister Harner's web-site and look on the product chart. I have made many CAPPED blogs now and I have colored and highlighted the pertinent things 2 show U all just what I am discussing here. If UR reading this, BMI, please know that this is all absolutely correct and real, it all happened; and I will attest and swear 2 all of this in any court of law, as well as the U. S. © Office having the proof of my copyright 2 this project in the year of 2000, only I titled it as “Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896-SJK”. I had powerful personal reasons 4 my doing this, and I even blog-discussed this, and it is all up on my many previous blogs now 4 anyone 2 read, U2, FBI, or anyone out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not saying that anyone has criminally acted against me. Merely that if a lot of sales have been generated, I simply am requesting my rightful legal royalty monies on my own copyrighted works and legal claims, 100% writers rights on the SARAH-SONG, as well as one third writers rights on one of the other nine tracks on this CD. I paid my own money 2 have this music project recorded at a place in Philadelphia called “Fresh Tracks Recording Studio” and the date that this was done was January 2, 2000, and I was there with Billy Harner and Paul Evans Pedersen. I drove both of them there in my car, paid 4 the entire project as the President of the Studio Park Records Company, Paul being the Chairman Executive or whatever this is officially called in the circles of industry and business, possibly a Chief Executive Officer (CEO), and I was the President, in this 2 man partnership, that was registered in the spring time of the year 1998, or maybe in the summer time, but it was definitely in 1988 while I was residing at Guthrie Shorts mansion at 231 Route 73 South, in lovely and illustrious Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG; oh awesome FBI, BMI, and anyone else out here, who just might remotely care. No, I don't say that anyone did anything wrong, merely that according 2 the GOOGLE, more than 1.8 million hits R on this exact site that is listed as BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE, and out of 1,800,000+ hits, it is hard 2 believe that a few thousand folks have not purchased a copy, and so, I am the writer as well as co-writer of two tunes on this 10-track CD, and thus I wish 2B paid any rightful royalties that may B due 2 me, YO!!!!

Yes, after the doctor place, I just drove home!!!

The reason 4 this 5^th BOTBAR as I told U all comes from learning that BMI does not pay out a royalty on sales of products, and now it is up 2 me 2 go through a very tedious process of contacting 3 distributors, 2C what is what!!!!!!!

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After spending the last 20 years in the Boston Area, I recently returned to my hometown of Philadelphia. It's been a pleasure to reconnect with the Philly music scene! I've recently had the opportunity to perform and record with old friends and new-all of whom are incredibly talented and supportive in a way unique to this area!

I recently finished the jazz CD entitled “SHUFFLE TIME”. It features mostly original compositions and some fabulous players: Tom Adams (Piano), Andy Lalasis (Bass), Grant MacAvoy (Drums), Denis DiBlasio (Bari-Sax/Flute) and Tony DeSantis (Trumpet/Flugelhorn).

We recorded the CD directly to tape at RADScape Studios owned by Randy Weaver. Now I'm a believer—tape definitely provides a true and “warmer” sound-especially if the session is recorded by an artist of Randy's caliber.

I also just completed the 4th CD with a former student and consummate guitarist Stu Goodis (Goodis and Glenn) entitled “New Song”. This is comprised of 12 original Jazz Guitar Duets that range from Latin to straight ahead and even blues shuffle styles. Please visit the Goodis and Glenn page on this site for more information.

Since retiring from Roland Corporation as New England District Sales Manager, I have returned to devoting all of my time to performing, composing and producing music.

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Tom performed on stage with such notables as Chuck Berry, Major Harris, Sammy Davis Jr., Nancy Wilson, Alice Cooper, Captain & Tenille, the Delphonics and many others over a period of more than 30 years.

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Tom earned a Bachelor’s Degree from La Salle University, a Conservatory Diploma from Neupauer Conservatory and a Master of Music from Combs College of Music. He also studied with Dr. Jacob Neupauer (Neupauer Conservatory), Dr. William Schimmel (Juilliard), Pat Martino (Jazz Virtuoso), Joe Federico (Jazz Guitar) and Alex Dramis (Jazz Guitar). He also served as District Sales Manager of New England at Roland Corporation for 20 years until June 2013.

As U all know, my ole' pal from 1980 did not die in that hospital fire during a minor surgical procedure, and went onto enjoy a major successful musical career. May I add in here that nobody on this Earth was more impressed with his musical talent than was the Mountainpen who merely was Mark Wayne Mohr back in those days of 1980, and yes, that day in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, in Voorhees Township, when we did the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG that he had arranged 4 me on his marvelous and exquisite sounding electrical guitar; I was beyond impressed. Next 2 my own wonderful mind busting daughter Mariah, he is the greatest musical genius in the opinion of this blogger, on this entire planet Earth, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! The © Office has the music cassette tape 2 this very day of that song being arranged and even some of the back and forth discussions between us in that now somewhat globally and perhaps 'intergalactically' as well, mysterious apartment, wherever its true origins may B in the reality behind all of the great OZ-CURTAINS.

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

SUNDAY, MAY 21, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

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Another red letter day not 4 the Bailey's, or the Capra's, or even the Jimmy Stuart family of any and all wonderful lives; but rather 4 the good ole' futhermucking Mountainpen. I had quite little 2 work jerk work-off jerk-off with 2 begin with coming off of a goddamn BOTBAR times 2 and opening up at 3-3 dropping instantly down 2 a 2.5-2.5 as a result, and then after being up just a few hours and using my toilet 2 shake a tit, altered 2 curse a little more politely only it seems naught totally; and POW, the toilet was broken, and I had 2 call my landlord after showering up and finishing my crap-house routine and dressing. Then after approximately twenty minutes, he managed 2 repair it with some damn special tool that no ordinary plunger was adequate 4 making an effective repair; and something had mysteriously clogged it up, only it was absolutely just as goddamn ass mysterious as with all junk happening endlessly futhermucking around the goddamn ass Mountainpen! Between this being another day of goddamn endless hellish shawl bit, plus Mikey Pee letting me down 4 a futhermucking 4^th straight time now promising he would phone me and talk a while and not doing it; and numerous other small issues, spilling something, klutzing out on something else, realizing my headphones will need 2 go back 2 the Staples Store, and numerous annoyances including major computer screw up annoyances/black hat hacking and teasing, etcetera, this is now BOTBAR TIMES MOTHER ******* 3, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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 after 3 or more nasty rotten f****** botbars, tomorrow will open up at 3-3 and drop a full goddamn ass point and begin at a 2-2 day-rating. Sir David Charles Roth would say it real goddamn well folks here, “Ain't life damn ass grand”???????????????????? We all know that he of course was being quite extremely facetious, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell U all something vely vely vely non-Cooley Hall-1972-Bob McDowell MAJOR NOW, YO ME' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR: And THAT is simply thissssssssssssssssss:!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I plan 2 move 2 Atlantic City, New Jersey when me' lease is up in February of 2024, and play ROULETTE, AND HERE IS THE WAY THAT I PLAN 2 DO IT: Anyone who doubts that I am serious here can go straight to f****** DOGTOWN!!!!!!!

I told U all that there R literally 3 ways 2 play Roulette without using what would mathematically B termed as a straight-up 'system' of applying math 2 this game. Method number ONE, is the parallel event by keeping track of 12 bi-parameters, and then waiting 4 a strong 5:1 or more parallel event to happen with the following outcome, on the remaining other 3^rd parameter, 2 gain one event over the other event. Method number TWO, is using the hyperspace reduction Q&A method which is extremely complex and if money is involved, a large and expensive computer and software algorithm program should really B applied rather than attempting a human done approach and this is named by Mountainpen, the SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART, Maximum Hyperspace Elimination Question and Answer Methodology (SNACNAMHEQ&AM), and is pronounced as, (snack-nam-heck-am). Morianity has glossed over this using the terms of white matter space verses black matter space and the in-between mystical range of hyperspace equation that can also B substituted as the 'unknown' due 2 the wild fact that all stuff is continuously in quantum flux in truth, and until our thoughts fix reality humanly into something, simply put and hard 2 believe as it may in fact B folks; it simply ain't real. With proper awareness 2 this powerful truth, that was taught 2 me in the autumn of 1985 at the Highview Apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, by who else but lovely LIGHTNING; and with a simple lengthy Q&A being done followed by an extremely accurate record keeping on a chart showing mathematically the accuracy of answers based on odds 4 proper answers 2 happen randomly as well as outcomes of what did come 2 pass and then moving these results endlessly along a sort of metaphysical flowchart of statistical predictive probabilities, every once in a while, one set of Q&A cards will begin 2 develop either a white or a black matter-space range, and this was all talked about on many previous blogs of Mountainpen over the past nearly 18 years now, and won't B rehashed here today on this blog. Method number THREE, is ONE LONG PLAY SYSTEM, of whatever is being challenged, B it a roulette game of a person verses the world-house which means any and all of the virtually unlimited wheels and casinos all over the Earth-Planet, or it could B all sorts of other things but since I never personally experimented with anything other than the game of Roulette with this OLPS, pronounced as it is spelled; I'll leave that 2 the imaginations of anyone out here who is smart enough 2 really and truly GET what's being said here, and then fart around with anything that U may wish 2 use this OLPS deal with in your own damn ass lives, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 4 right now, this blog will discuss my moving plans next f****** February, to or near the Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG area, and playing roulette at their casinos again, just like I did so often B4. I have absolutely nothing 2 lose, as these SPACEFORCE MACY-FORCE-SPAMMENIES R killing me no matter what I do in this life, and they won't stop until they finish the mother f****** job. So what does it truly goddamn matter if I ever go into another casino or NAUGHT, OH LOVELY MISS AT&T BLAKE, MAH'M???????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty SINGULARITY, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I have been playing paper-roulette using this OLPS now since shortly B4 this nightmare started against me on the 11^th day in April of this year that seems 2B absolutely emulating and copying August of 1986 almost down 2 the goddamn wire. I don't need gorgeous Mizz Patricia Hollister here 2 tell me that I am playing with fire, as I think that I've been quite aware of that 4 a vely vely vely long non Dave Schwartz-Bob McDowell time now, oh lovely lady, if U-R still out there in the land of the Jenny-non-ghost-Hewitt-living, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW THAT, and yes lovely Mizz 1997 future-philosopher KT, definitely one hundred percent WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS as well, so U go girl!!!!!!! Aniwho, moving on here; I AM GONNA' MOVE BACK INTO OR VELY NEAR ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG THIS COMING FEBRUARY, AND I WILL B PLAYING THE 'OLPS', and no sir, no OOPS, just OLPS, YO BRO!!!!!!! When I got up today, I GOOGLED around 2C if anything besides the ear condition of 'Tinnitus' would come up when asking about high pitched sounds popping into one ear over and over and annoying people 2 death and I know that I do naught have Tinnitus. So Weldon Saunders is most likely correct. Still, that annoying f****** death angel drove me nuts all goddamn ass night long last goddamn ass night, and I woke up fit 2B mother f****** tied, on steroids cubed and CUBAN! But shall we now get back to Atlantic City and my plans 2 return there and play ROULETTE, as I did in 1986, making me a profit that year of $9,200.00 practically 2 the penny. Since I lost that much or more over the course of other years, I did not feel it right 2B charged taxes, and don't mind saying that now after nearly 40 years of passed time. If it was true profit over long running time, speaking of 'OLPS' here, then I would have declared the money. Hey, it is okay 4 Trump 2 pay no taxes on billions of dollars, and the rules and laws differ completely 4 poor peeps and wealthy ones, as we all know, huh IRS??????????????????????????????? So bleep that from here 2 the 'Real Good curly haired girls' of 1986; huh oh wonderful and illustrious United States © Copyright Office, YO???????????? So back 2 my plans now 4 early in 2024, just three quarters of a year away now folks: I have been playing the 'OLPS' since approximately late in February of this 2023 year, and even after going through all of this recent 6 weeks or so of beyond quintessential hellishness now with everything since I pulled out that holo-wheel plug in Mister Mowry's hyperdimensional office; and I am using one particular algorithm here out of most likely a dozen others that I plan 2 tweak with a software program B4 actually playing with real money at AC-NJ-USA next year. The system applied right now is using the hottest five number outcomes in the most recent 450 spin outcomes. With tweaking, the 450 number as well as whether I play the hottest 3, 4, 5, or 6 numbers; R all calculated 2C which one produces the maximum profit, very similarly 2 how stock market day-trader algs R created 2 operate 4 the users. Quantum physics insists that when real money wagers R put into play verses paper only wager bets, there would B a difference in profits between those times when my hellishness increases verses the times B4 my April 11^th deal began when I pulled out that holo-wheel plug in that parallel world, and landed in this place I'm now in, wherever this truly effing is, YO! Still, the paper playing shows me that there is only a small difference in profits per game average (PPGA), pronounced 'propga' 4 future references, and take my word 4 it that life has become far worse 4 me in this post 4-11 life than it was back in the pre 4-11 life. Right now, my hot-numbers or (HN's) R 10-15-19-26-33. I think that using 4 HN's will tweak out a tad wee bit better, but this is what I've been using since February. As I said, I'll tweak it out on a computer program, and my repair peeps can put me onto the right software when I'm ready 2 do this and I will, shortly B4 moving out of Florida next year. I have experimented with many other numbers 4 using a most recent total or (MRT), besides the 450, ranging from 300 through 530, over the past forty years. I think that 450 is pretty much a successful tweak but plan 2 continue running tests and analysis B4 actually playing. Casinos can stop peeps from doing many things, but how can they stop a player from jotting down any number that comes out at any wheel that the player is standing at, when they hand peeps little score cards and pencils, or at least they used 2? If this ever did happen, it is easy enough 2 use a partner that pretends 2 just casually B walking around and the player never writes it down and the partner moves away from the gaming wheel after each outcome occurs, and then jots down the number outcomes. The profits would B halved, but it is better than nothing, and it is doubtful that casinos will ever stop players from writing down numbers as they know the basic mathematical reality that no system can beat the negative advantage odds produced by the game of Roulette, being 5.26%, if my memory is holding true here with that. All casinos frown on with roulette players R those who use computers 2 cheat on a live and ongoing game. A good program can defeat the game in a small way so this would B stopped and has been stopped many times. But when the game is played, the player already knows the numbers 2B played each spin of the wheel from doing his or her homework the day B4 on their computer, feeding in the numbers from the previous game played. The reason that players do not simply do this is because they do not have the knowledge that I do concerning the quanta of truth involved here with this. One long game means that the player is challenging the global-house in just that, ONE-LONG-GAME, and mathematical truth will bear me out here when I insist that it doesn't matter if a player stands at one wheel in one casino all his or her life and charts the outcome numbers, or if they do this all over the world and keep one series of numbers; as the results R just like that STAR TREK TV-SHOW, and the episode with the vapor gas monster that killed some of the people in Captain Kirk's first starship team, and he blamed himself 4 the human weakness of freezing 4 a couple of seconds B4 he fired his fazer at it. It would not have mattered if he had frozen or not, the same thing would have happened, as the creature was immune 2 fazer fire. In this case, going 2 many wheels and playing many games or going 2 one wheel and playing many games, or going 2 many wheels and playing one game of the same numbers, won't matter. After every single 38,000 outcomes R charted, the player will notice on their charts that other than 4 a small variation, the exact same amount of all 38 numbers will have all come out. But without understanding this, no player wishes 2 bet money on a ONE-LONG-ENDLESS-GAME situation, as they psychologically feel that they R pissing their money away and that it is crazy, only it is not, and the casinos SIMPLY CANNOT STOP U FROM DOING IT, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Now can they call their 'buddies' in the military 2 harass U with crash level deafening jets flying over your car while U drive back and forth, and do other things as well? Of course they can, just as ADA Wirtz Senior told me they can, only 2 quote him, “Try proving it”! I need not B a philosopher here, oh lovely Katy, 2 know that your uncle was fully absolutely totally and completely 'fullabulla', when he handed me his speech in 1988, back when U were in grammar school, about “what he and I read and C in the newspaper is the same thing”, or in other words, he doesn't know Y the military is harassing and persecuting me 2 my demise. Fine and dandy, but Y did he get U2 join in when all I wanted was 2 enjoy a little DQ Hot Fudge Sundae after a hard day in the casino 4 crying out loud???????????????????????????? Christ Almighty!!!!!!!!!

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[ 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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[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN:

PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

When I was operating my usual lightning communications the other day, I told how Diana channeled with me on a particular issue concerning what was being discussed on that blog, and yes; I did not tell the entire story. I will now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, if I ever tried 2 tell my entire life 2 any of U in any short amount of time, say a year or even a decade; well, FORGET IT, that wound simply not B a sufficient amount of time 4 me 2 do it in, sorry, YO! I was asking HER how I may B able 2 get as much information as possible all together, 4 the BMI Music Union, and SHE told me 2 look into a bag in my closet where I recently had put away a carton of musical cassette tapes that I did not play hardly ever. When I brought it out from my north bedroom into the living room and opened up the carton, it contained seven cassette tapes, Sir Daniels, tee-hee-hee Mizz Munster-all over again, oh lover-girl-U! I remember when I put those tapes away into the far left upper end of this very large bedroom closet, and it was a week B4 that wild 'lost cassette' dream that I told U all about, YO. One of the 7 music tapes was from DISCMAKERS, containing the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project, and it has written on the damn label, their telephone number, the job number, and the number that matches the junk on the 'Harner internet page' as well. SOOOOOOOOOOO 4 anyone who doubts that I am in a direct communication with LIGHTNING, U just go right on doubting, as U wouldn't believe it if U got goddessdog struck in the eyeball with HER!!!!

THIS TRANsdimensional TRANSMISSION ENDETH HERE'dahelda FOLKS.

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT

CHAPTER 22

2:15 POST MERIDIAN, SATURDAY SUPER BOTBAR AFTERNOON

MAY 20, 2023, WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE SINCE THE YEAR OF TRUCKING 1986, YO!!!!!!!

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies who are viciously persecuting me on this horrendous and totally monstrously rotten Saturday, and this twentieth day in May, of the year of 2023; and who have struck me hard today with MAJOR DEATH AIR SIEGE, A MAJOR MONSTER NEIGHBORHOOD MOTORCYCLE NOISE SIEGE, A MAJOR CUBA DEATH WEAPON BEAM BOWELS ASSAULT ON MY PHYSICAL BODY, AND SOME COMPUTER HACKING THAT THIS ALL BEGAN WITH THIS MORNING; AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 AND ONE HALF YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT, AND HAS ALL SEEMINGLY PICKED UP SINCE THE 11^th DAY IN APRIL OF 2023 IN THE EXACT SAME WAY THAT THIS ALL BEGAN WITH BACK ON 15 AUGUST IN THE YEAR OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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This is a dying utterance and dying declaration, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA, KIND SIR, AND MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR GODDESSDOG HANDS, OH WONDERFUL MARVELOUS MIGHTY GREAT SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is about the worst year and the worst OTAMMIC DEATH PERSECUTION ATTACK ON THE MOUNTAINPEN IN MY ENTIRE NEARLY 69 YEARS OF HUMAN PRESENT-ME LIFETIME NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

At 1:35 this horrific disafsternoon, a super loud ABSOLUTE CRASH LEVEL ILLEGAL HELICOPTER NEARLY CRASHED RIGHT INTO MY FUTHERMUCKING TRAILER AT APPROXIMATELY 1:35, and at the exact time that I was removing my headphones 2C what was going on, and the headphones BROKE. They still work electronically, and it is the wear part that busted on the right side. With good solid duct tape rapping, I can make a nice temporary repair, and all is okay 4 a while, but only 4 a futhermucking while, as we all know, once something goes, it is only going 2 eventually go completely. Fortunately they R under a 24 month extra-paid-4 warranty from the Staples Store where they were purchased. The motorcycle has been all day long and these two butt wipe scummy couple ride around annoying us all, or me anyway, despite my complaints 2 the goddamn office. These R one of those 3 peeps who I was absolutely told by SIR SWAP, R indeed intentionally paid by the SPACEFORCE 2 endlessly screw with me and annoy me with their goddessdog noise. This all happened a few minutes after the HUUUUUUUGE initial assault with the phones and the chopper, and then directly following that and right after I turned this computer on 2 start my blog, POW; the SPACEFORCE struck me with their CUBAN DEATH BEAM WEAPON ASSAULT! I barely futhermucking made it 2 me' sock cucking toilet, YO BRRRRRRRRRR. The other 2 enemy-nabes in the employ of the SPACEFORCE, according 2 my lawyer-pal from Manhattan, is of course the nabe who manages 2 somehow launch his occasional fireworks, and hard as I try 2 learn just which trailer it comes from, I cannot, but I know from my days as a sound engineer at RPL, that this has 2B coming from a very local trailer from my own, it is just simply 2 loud 2B coming from a distance, and I know what I know when it comes 2 any futhermucking sound-related item, YO! The 3^rd scum bag major enemy uses a noisy vehicle and he drives over and over slowly by me when they tell him 2. I was absolutely told that these 3 pricks are SPACEFORCE employed as well as TOLD 2 HARASS ME. They get a cellphone call with a four digit code, and without a single word ever being exchanged, it signals them what 2 do and what exact type of harassment 2 do 2 me, as well as right down 2 the level of harassment, in numbers from 1 through 4; low, low medium, high medium, and high, and today there ain't no doubt about it being a HIGH, and yes, I am now SUPER HEAVY MAJOR BOTBAR TIMES 2, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 1. Also, hear this: Out of the last 5 SATURDAY'S now folks, 4 out of 5 have been major SPACEFORCE ASSAULTS ON ME, and CAUSING ME SUPER TRUCKING ASS BOTBAR DAYS. 4:5 means an 80% out of the past 5 times, and I will go right on seeing if this gets worse or ever lightens up 4 me, YO! Here is my MP4B (magnetic percentage 4 BOTBAR), 4 the month of MAY-2023, as well as the year of 2023 in its goddessdog entirety now: MAY-2023-------25%. YEAR-2023-------29%. The month-year-average or 'MYA' is holding at a nightmare number of 27%, nightmarish in two ways, one being, it is way 2 high 4 a nearly futhermucking sick old pitiful pathetic dude of nearly 69 years of age. Two being, that number is the most powerful number of the entire system of mathematics as it is three to the power of three, nuclear-cubed, the number of electricity. When I was in a wild dreaming interaction back in 1984, LIGHTNING came 2 me in some alternate-realm non-HARRAH billboard sign tease situation, and TOLD ME, “Little boy, that's my number-27”. One second B4 SHE said that 2 me, SHE struck the number-27 on a roulette game layout where I was standing nearby in a dream-casino, playing ROULETTE. It was some parallel world, but it was still the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City, where at that time, old cheater-boy Mister Steve Winn had his lousy 'joint' in. These diseased SPACEFORCE-MACY FORCE ENEMIES simply won't 'permit me', Sir Uncle Latengrate Island-Boy Heinz Bankerdude Hotshot Gottwald, to ever go any lower than a MP4B of a certain number 4 the year of 2023, and called in stock market 'technical-charting' jargon, RESISTANCE, and I won't make the fatal effing mistake here of disclosing THAT NUMBER on a public forum such as my blogs here at the BDC web-site, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' DAMN BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Even asshole stupid jack-off 'weetahd' Mountainpen, eventually learns; after a sufficient goddamn number of heavy kicks in the stinking rotten teeth, YO!!!!!!!

I am now gonna' let out a weelwee and twuwee HUUUUUUUUUUUGE secret that will piss off my SPACEFORCE-MACY-FORCE CLUB SPAMMENIES, in total and absolute retaliation 4 what has been futhermucking done 2 me on this beyond monstrous and demonically evil Saturday-BOTBAR by this grouping from quintessential Dogtown, AKA by most mortals, “H---E---L---L!!!!!!!!! Dave Roth told me over and over how exposure was the most horrible possibility 4 these enemies, but I beg 2 differ after nearly four straight goddamn decades now of living through this beyond inconceivable nightmare with them, YO!!!!!! There is no 'McKinnon record-promoting doubt' whatsoever that they do totally detest, deplore, hate; and despise the very idea of being exposed 4 all the evils that they have indeed perpetrated on and against me, an innocent United States citizen with many legal rights. That all goes totally without goddessdog saying folks, butTERCHEESE, BUTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT-BUT but peeps YO; there is yet a larger item that does generate a pure negative inside of their very beingness when they hate a person such as myself. Something that when such a pathetic person manages 2 occasionally have happen 2 them, upsets them and unnerves them into a beyond ultra hyper time conniption fit times infinity, YO BRO. And one of their entertainment world television shows that lovely Ann King, from 'the family', managed 2 put me onto, called “Ghost Whisperer”, is what I am now going 2 tell U all about peeps!!!!!!!! The episode that may have been titled, “Stalker” but don't quote me as I need 2 keep so many virtually unlimited zillions of OTAMM-connected stuff such as this in my mind and these lists only grow and never ever damn shrink with the passing of time; but it was within the first or second season and was about a successful attorney who was a stalker and was stalking a young lady by the name of Colleen, a name easy 4 the Mountainpen 2 remember as back in 1998, this was also the name of one of my mom's office coworkers at the great illustrious Inchcape Shipping Company, formerly known as, no not the Prince of Chemtrails Whales, but rather, the great Lavino Shipping, especially back in those wonderful days of World War II and when my mom worked there fresh out of high school and then a half decade or so later on met my dad who was a naval officer and was at the Philadelphia shipyards, working with the world famous Professor Einstein. But let's get back to my mom's 1998 coworker, Mizz Colleen. This is also the name matching the character on that fantastic television show, 'Ghost Whisperer'. Oh Mizz Love Hewitt, those proving songs of your early-TV days on that first show of yours, when U played lovely SARAH on the 'Party of 5'. That episode then followed by the second season on 'GW' with the 'Curse of the 9^th', gimme' a bwake here, Mizz Margie 1985 Leo willya 4 heaven's sake? The #10 CD track, Sandy verses Sarah, I mean, the odds R literally a million 2 one or better that that would or could B all some gigantic coinkeedink, right all U mathematicians out there in blogger-land? But back 2 my telling this secret and just how the GW episode with lovely 'Colleen' fits into it. That episode shows exactly, and I mean totally and precisely, just how this OTAMM-SPACEFORCE, 'whatever', does all the crap 2 me that this lawyer-stalker scum hole prick was doing 2 her, Mizz Colleen, in that GW TV-show. Just my having a nice phone call this morning with my pal Mikey Pee down in Hollywood-Miami concerning all the woe-whiz-me nightmare problems facing us when and if this government shuts down and 70 million peeps R no longer able 2 collect their benefits, and all of the other complaints in addition 2 just that one, right down 2 all the endless crap being done 2 me by this evil diseased rotten demonic SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE. When I have someone 2 talk 2, concerning all my hell; it helps me as it would help anyone; especially some pathetic pitiful trucking old man with absolutely no support systems in place whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've tried believe me folks, 2 implement support systems, and I have been promised and told with certainty by many authority organizations out there, that things R in place 4 those like me, such as 311, or other numbers, and hard as I try; it is all endless bullshit and busted promises. I have no support system at all, none, goose eggs, nada, zilch, Wonder Bread of the ad-spots of the 1990's, speaking of Harrah Casino signs, wild 1986 other Atlantic City nightmare dreaming interactions, and endless entertainment world teases and pricks out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I honestly don't know how this disease lives with itself 4 doing all of this 2 me and determined 2 go right on until they do eventually and successfully manage 2 covertly murder this poor sick old man, but common sense tells me that there will come a point where they will pay 4 every bit of this rotten satanic pure goddamn evil perpetrated upon me. I do believe wholeheartedly in a day of reckoning, 4 every last person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So laugh all U want 2; as most if naught all of those type of peeps, firmly believe that they will live, they will die, and then that is that, oh sir 8^th grade 'HTH' School teacher, Mister Quay; “KA-PUT”. I simply don't, and we'll all C who is right, and who is naught, oh lovely Mizz 1983 American Telephone & Telegraph Company, BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! In a nut shell, that 'GW' television show is quite an accurate description of just precisely what is intentionally being done 2 me, MOUNTAINPEN, only in REAL GODDAMN LIFE, naught in some fictional effing television show. Make peeps want 2 steer clear of someone and isolate him just as that goddamn ass lawyer criminal evil stalker did 2 that character Mizz Colleen in that TV-show, and POW, we get Mark Wayne Mohr (MTPN.)

Sheriff Mascara sir, this is fact, not fiction, and I will swear 2 every single bit of this under oath and under full absolute pains of criminal prosecution should one wee tad bit of any of this B untrue or some deception on my part 4 any possible unscrupulous reason!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS NIGHTMARE ROTTEN TRANSMISSION, YO YO!!!!!

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF MAY 20, 2023

I wish 2 apologize 4 my outburst yesterday. I was beyond upset and beside myself between the entire year being horrendous beyond verbal description, as well as the looming government situation since I along with 70 million other people depend on my puny but well appreciated social security payments and benefits, and on top of all of this, my endless woe-whiz-me troubles with computers, the internet, my blogging, my interfering enemies with my blogs, and on top of it all; my seemingly absolutely hopeless overall situation that never ever ever never never ever ever never trucking ends, year after year, decade after decade, ever since I waltzed myself out of the great awesome and illustrious COOLEY HALL at the end of January in the year of 1973, over a half of a century ago now, peeps, YO!

4 a perfect example of endless woe-whiz-me junk that does not ever stop happening 2 me, is right now, this exact point in Senator-Watergate's time, and not back in the soon 2 follow leaving COOLEY HALL days, folks: When I named this blog by giving its title into my open-office file names box and hit the 'ENTER'-key on my keyboard, rather than the usual saving of the document and display of that title on the monitor screen's top left area, it did not save, and a dialogue box popped up discussing passwords and other nutty junk. I exed out of it and tried again only this time, I used the mouse and clicked on the 'SAVE' area of the title-box, as either method, mouse clicking there, or hitting the 'enter'-key, always has worked perfectly okay B4. Anyway, the clicking on the SAVE worked, but still, this never ever happened 2 me B4 in the 13 years of using this computer that I purchased at the Fort Pierce Walmart Store late in 2010, with my coworker from the Harvest joint shortly after the Thanx-2-Givens, 'non-Hollister-holster carrying', 'holidays'!!!!!!!!!!! As of now by the way, my CONTROL-S works on this open-office system, as I just used that 2 SAVE my present document that is being worked on right now, and again, there R2 ways 2 save so if this doesn't work, I can use the mouse clicking on the little blue and white square at the top left of my computer-screen-monitor.

This short whittle apology-blog can B thought of, 4 my 30-50 viewers who I did not mean 2 insult yesterday but still feel the need 2 apologize 4 my uncivil outburst and piss-poor behavior last night when I posted up my prior supplemental blog entry; as my tuneless and rhyme-less 2^nd apologetic Mountainpen disclosure, stating that even a cursed life that is both endlessly intolerable as well as unfathomably inhuman by any standards of life on this planet; is still no excuse 4 acting overly nasty-ass about my situation nor possibly blaming or angering any innocent people along the way, or as Latengrate Sir David Charles Roth may put this a lot better and quicker peeps out here, “shooting in the dark”, back in late 1988 somewhere, YO!!!!!!!! Now I need 2 tell U a quick something about LIGHTNING, or Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis from the timeless purgatory, the (Astral Plane). She came over 2 visit with me a couple nights ago and displayed some of the most lovely and beyond awesome colors and designs and dances all over the skies around me here at my residence, at the Quiet Waters Trailer Park of the mighty FPFLUSAESMWG. This moUUUUUUUrning however, I sort of read HER the riot act on our telephone-interconnected-communications 'human-2-lightning system', asking HER 2 answer the most powerful question that I felt that I had ever posed 2 HER. I said 2 HER, “Diana, Y did U never tell me, back when some peeps would have perhaps been alive and knew more than they would today in 2023, 2 go up 2 Braintree, Massachusetts, USAESMWG; and nose around and try and learn everything possible about my distant cousin Sir Arthur Huntington and what may have led an otherwise very successful businessman 2 go completely insane one day and commit a triple murder-suicide in his home? Instead, U told me that wild incredible information on how 2 take 'parallel event', apply it 2 the game of Roulette, 2 play it on a professional level in the local area Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG casinos, and get me into an inconceivable amount of trouble by thereby doing”? Then immediately SHE answered me by not using the randomly generated wind-blow-duration system, but rather channeling me directly making my mind go utterly and completely BLANK, and moving my lips, so that the fan-sound in the room, would, in conjunction with my lip movements, actually create spoken word sounds through my telephone receiver, by way of the fan in the room blowing at high speed nearby. SHE then immediately told me that SHE did not do what SHE did 2 hurt me, or even 2 tease me as I believed; as I do know 4 a total absolute fact, that ASTRAL PLANE coins and coils, or GODS &GODDESSES do love and enjoy teasing and playing with the mortal entities, who only contain approximately one sextillionth of the energy that they do in the timeless purgatory; but rather 2 SAVE MY HUMAN LIFE, so that SHE would B able 2 tell me many other extremely urgent and important things that it was meant 4 me 2 come 2 know and discover, along with HER help over a lot of time and horrendous personal experiences. When I pressed HER 4 more details, SHE didn't hold back on me, and SHE told me “flat out and directly”, 2 quote my ex-business partner of Studio Park Records from 1998 through 2002, Sir Paul Evans Pedersen; “Little Boy, your Diana knew that if U did not have this information that U would have returned 2 work as a security guard and that at your following job position, U would have been MURDERED”. SHE also added shortly after that in our somewhat quick but absolutely MAJOR INTENSE conversation, that SHE “didn't want me on that alternate path, but that yes, SHE was fully aware that there was only one other alternate path that was 'lawtronically' available 4 me; and that yes, it was beyond negative and horrendous, but was indeed my only available alternate route, that would allow my physical life 2 continue running onward and B, spared”. SHE then chose 2 bring me into that pathway of what lovely Mizz Whoopee Goldberg's 'STAR TREK-TNG' fictional character Mizz Gynan, labels in that show with gorgeous Tasha Yar suddenly being back on scene after her demise earlier and then replaced by Mister Mike Dorn playing the part of the Klingon alien, Sir Warf, the CAROO, spelling it the gods only know how, as the entire show is of course a work of fiction, but it makes my point here. Both Sir Gene Roddenberry, creator of the entire STAR TREK Television show, as well as book author Sir Bruce Goldberg, discuss the 5^th dimensional life pathways; and both have their own personal ideas and concepts regarding the issue as well. Morianity knows what it knows and remembers, from having personal tutelage and direct communicating with the lovely 'LIGHTNING GODDESS', 'DIANA Z. A.' This is naught a blog about the 5^th dimension today, so we'll B leaving all of that right here, YO BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! But as other blogs do indeed follow later on here folks, I'll get more into Y my lovely Lightning didn't let me take that job in that original course, that was set 4 my life 2 journey down onto its pathway; and some of the wild intense and beyond bizarre details involved in both pathways of Mountainpen's potential physical life journey 2 go.

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This futhermucking compensates 4 a major nasty-ass Jane Sleazeweedsdisease assault on the Mountainpen at 10:21 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, after forgetting 2 advance my document-page-count system by hitting my goddessdog 'ENTER-KEY' and running off extra blank pages taking me past the damn ass 'eleven of eleven' display at the bottom-left of me' ole' cum-puke-her screen-monitor, YO BRAH! Shall we move this along now peeps?

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[ 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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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

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Shortly, I'll be going back 2 the TECHY place at the PSL-FL-USA-Walmart Store on Buena Vista Boulevard, just a wee bit west of the highway overpass and where I used 2 turn off 2 my left back between the tail end of 2010 and into the spring time somewhere in the year 2013, 2 go over 2 the AVALON RECORDING STUDIO, owned by the 2^nd cousin of the world renown recording artist, John Bonjovi, 2C Cuzz-Anthony and his sound engineer, Sir Ryan! But those damn ass days R now long gone, and absolutely naught missed, lovely Mizz Blake of 1983's wonderful & illustrious AT&T Corporation (American Telephone & Telegraph). This cum-puke-her (computer) is in need of a clean-wipe or 'whatever', as U all know only 2 well, even U, ole' long ago pal, Sir Bob Andrews, me' marvelous musical associate from the 1975 through 1980 time circa. They tell me at this great Techy-place that the system is not being invaded or hacked. Well, fine and cool and dandier than a ton of lemon lollypop slops, Yo folks; but SOMETHING, 2 QUOTE 1980'S THIEVING COWORKER OF MINE, FROM THE GREAT RPL STUDIOS OF CAMDEN, NJUSAESMWG; is most definitely and assuredly “GOING DOWN” with this; and no human on this goddessdog planet can tell me otherwise, as it is as plain as is the nose of Latengrate Hollywood Actor, Sir Coral Mauden, on his face. Peeps can stand around me until the 59^th of Septober of 33,555 AD and try convincing me how two plus two is anything other than four, all they wish 2. That's entirely their own gull dern bizz, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and without any of me' now long gone Babylonian relatives from that great wonderful and awesome Woody Guthrie Island, as well as any or all 'Hyundai Automobile dealerships' that just might B jokingly there some place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday folks, I had 2C my primary care provider once known as a doctor back when things made a whole lot more non-Tellosion sense back in the previous century somewhere, BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! The skies were quieter than I've seen in ages all day long, and a near impossible event on any of my labeled by Mountainpen, “MEDICAL-DAYS”, as has been discussed so damn often on these BOM-BLOGS. However today, a lot of noisy planes do surround me and have since somewhere around half an hour or so B4 WALL STREET'S OPENING BELL, that takes place Mondays through Fridays that R not market-closing holidays; and has been the case ever since the time change of the market quite some time back, as once their hours of trading were officially between nine and three, sort of what bankers hours were as well in those 'B4'-times; and then it altered one day to half past nine in the morning through four in the afternoon, adding thirty minutes 2 the market's trading day. Also yesterday, another one of their gigantic and totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GAINS were managed, I am not sure of the amount, only that the percentage shown 2 me on the streaming channel that I was watching late last night B4 retiring to 5-D hyperspace (dreamland), works out 2 approximately somewhere between 350 and 550 points. When they get a big ass market-boost, the normal procedure on the following day with them, and their evil satanic demonic ICPE-APE-TECH used on and against the Mountainpen by this sicko diseased SPACEFORCE; is 2 follow up that momentum, and keep it going. So the only unusual happening around me over the past 24 hours now, is that a medical day did not involve a whole damn ass lot of death aerial persecution. So printing that often 'BOM-BLOG used expression' now again, would B only 2 appropriate and fitting here, U know; “WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”?!?!?!?!?!?! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank.

I have been discussing powerful junk ever since this blog started up after an approximate two and a half year, or one quarter-decade sabbatical shut down time. This stuff mainly has concentrated on opening up a gigantic and non Senator-Sanders totally unfathomably HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE base foundation concerning American politics, the direction of this nation as well as entire world (Earth-Planet), and our being deceived by unexplainable forces that can only B logically applied as some invisible entity or entities managing 2 overwhelm our five sensory human doorways from our so-called most inner selves outward into the cosmos surrounding our beingness. I have made the very easily acceptable connection 2 the greatest possible parallel, with that marvelous fictional television show, 'STAR TREK', the original show and right at the start of it back in the summer or autumn time somewhere, of the year 1966. B4 moving further onward here, the goddessdog DEATH ANGEL IS DRIVING ME BEYOND FUTHERMUCKING CRAZY-NUTS TODAY, with his incessant annoying passing's, mostly on my left side, but with the occasional right side passing as well. Moving back now on our topic of humans and I mean the entire human race, being under some wild illusion that is similar 2 what those fictional Star Trek aliens can cause 2 happen 2 and around anyone of us at any time whatsoever, and the name of this fictional SYFY alien race from the planet Tallos 4, is the Tallosions. All my adult life, I have been persecuted by some wild weird grouping of dirtbag futhermucking butt wipes, and one inescapable addition exists in and throughout all of this hellishness. The TALLER that people seem 2B; the more chance that they R a direct part of this army of persecutors. It isn't something that can B rationally understood, NOR IGNORED, 2 quote that marvelous musical group of the early 1990's, Raspberry-Dreams. And what was Mister Gene Roddenberry seemingly 'mentally-influenced' 2 label and name those ILLUSION-CREATING fictional-aliens? U got it peeps, 'TALL-osions'. The seeming joke laugh here of course, and I am the first dude at the gate 2 both C as well as admit 2 this, is that these alien entities were on this fictional television show, ANYTHING BUTTTTTTTT TALL, as they were in fact quite damn ass TINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These things all fit into how 'ILLUSION-MECHANICS' 4 lack of any better descriptive-naming here folks, does have indeed, all of its true and full POWER over us frail human beings, endlessly limited 2 our 'connected-brain-senses', and naturally then absolutely susceptible 2 these alien-assaults on our perceived realities. I enjoyed last night, watching a recently made “NOVA” television show on the streaming system I get through the ROKU, and the name of that wonderful show was, “Perception Deception”, and it was truly quite damn ass marvelous 2 say the vely vely least, ole' pal, Mister Cooley-Classmate-Bob McDowell, YO! That is Y-I made that joke about the island and the car dealer ad-spot, and yes, I could not help but 2C how the 6^th dimension, or ECKANKAR'S (Mental Plane), used those show-makers 2 create all of that ha-ha-ha stuff, concerning MC, KTP, and Mizz wife of the Schleigh 'B-REAL' Lawn Mowing television crew. The odds of that merely happening randomly, would B mathematically in the range of approximately eighty-one-thousand, four hundred TO ONE! Munch on that one, Detective John Latengrate L&O-SVU, great wonderful paranoid sir! AHA-AHA-AHA. Hey KTP, U look exactly as U did when U were serving me those tasty great hot fudge DQ sundaes in the summer time of 1997 and frightening this little dude half 2 death when he never did anything at all 2U, and also, I didn't know U were such a philosopher. We could have had a lot of great talks back in '97. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I fully concur and agree with what U said on that Twitter account, as was shown 2 me last night on NOVA. WHAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA, Mike McNulty, sir!!! But shall I move on a wee tad bit more here with my topic that I've been laying a giant base-foundation 4 now 4 quite some time, and now name-labeled on my BOM-BLOGS, 'ILLUSION-MECHANICS':

First off, Morianity sees stuff as first at the source, then here in our 3-D waking world lives as human mortal beings of this somewhat marvelous whittle EARTH-PLANET. U all continue of course 2C stuff in total reverse, rather than what our awesome master and LORD, Jesus Christ spoke 2 us back 20 centuries ago. That famous scripture of in order to loose or bind something here, we first need 2 loose or bind it, “in heaven”, (on the Astral Plane), or in the timeless Purgatory, in other words. Humankind endlessly insists on seeing mind and the memories and thoughts that it makes, as something that is going on here, when in truth and enlightened realization, it would B totally accurate 2 perceive this event as merely the Astral-Echo. I don't say this folks. I am merely rewording what Jesus Christ told his 12 pals (disciples) a long time ago. The goddessdog death angel is worse than I have ever seen that son of a bitch, it attacks me every single damn ass minute 4 crying out louder than ten foot away thunder claps. Now Eckankar's light & sound religion is within the idea that above the astral realm is this mental realm and source of any and all mind and thought, and you've all heard me back in 2006 and 2007 on several of my original blogging works back then, discuss this same thing; only referring 2 it as the “ELEVATOR ROOM”. The astral realm has many secrets connected with it, and the great new age author Mister Carlos Castaneda calls those things, “The unknowable”. UC peeps, the political machine of this mighty astral world, the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL or Astral World Authority (AWA), has stuff that does indeed go into things that make this very accurate, as our human senses R intentionally designed within the great creation-processes of SINGULARITY or Ultimate Force (UF-GOD); 2 operate in a way that does an extremely close and parallel thing that Star Trek Mister Roddenberry's Tallosions from TALLOS-4 supposedly R doing, but fictionally of course. 2 prevent any human being from learning or telling things beyond any certain and given point, that this political machine deems as “Forbidden-information”; there is no magical cop who comes 2 Earth, and zaps a person with galloping cancer 2 kill U in 60 days B4 any of what U may have discovered is able 2 do anyone or yourself any good, BUTTTTTTTT, something much greater than this DOES IN FACT HAPPEN: Our 5 senses R mind-connect-tricked by the very system that allows the astral entity into our clay lifeless blobs, alive physically, only at conception and even after birth, up through between one and seven months as it does vary from baby-2-baby; and when our astral limited energy does eventually wear down and out completely, from virtually unending interactions on this starry realm; as we then, and as lawtronically programmed by SINGULARITY ITSELF, instantly divide our truth by the square of the velocity of the photon, we instantly enter into a clay-blob, and so life physically begins 4 us in this time dimension, and we go onto begin a dreaming sequence of 5^th dimensional hyperspace as a human being. Still, the Millionth Council has been astrally endowed, so 2 speak, with the authority as well as the power, 2 back up this illusion-creating maximum system or ICMS. This is Y so many things R in fact 'going down' the way that they R, 4 all of U, and of course yes, absolutely; 4 me as well. There R tons of other things that that wonderful NOVA show did not have either time or most likely, 'PERMISSION' 2 really delve 2 deeply into, concerning how the human brain is controlled by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the timeless Purgatory. Knowing what we saw on the boob tube as well as about ten other powerful brain illusions that indeed work on all of us, allows a whole lot of things 2B understood that others simply won't ever have a small clue about, and also, knowing these powerhouse illusion-tricks can lead 2 the possibilities of doing a lot of 'forbidden things', that is until caught and punished. Do I know anything else from just what I have spoken so far between right now and dating back 2 my termination of the quarter-decade sabbatical, U may B wondering, folks? The answer is that I have told U all now approximately 5-10 percent of what I know, and when I say what I know, I mean it. I have real mathematically based experimentation notes as well as stuff that would B thought of as beyond inconceivable 2 any scientific laboratory that would B making such similar research, on these very topics. But 4 now, I've opened up just enough 2 keep us and these blogs in print 4 the next five damn ass years, so Y try going a whole damn ass lot further into even wilder and greater things? All I am saying is that the concept that Eckankar has regarding the 6^th dimension being 'above' the astral plane, well, that is their opinion, and yes lovely 1980 Mashell from RPL, they're absolutely entitled 2 it as well, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!! The 'MIND REALM', is merely a given permission, and a given rule; over those whom they do govern completely both astrally as well as humanly; and since illusions and tricks right out of Star Trek's fictional Tallos-4 deal R absolutely involved in and throughout all of this junk peeps; U need 2C and absolutely realize here, that as Mister Castaneda would put it in his own words, and especially in his 1984 book titled, “The Fire From Within”; the unknowable is just that, as it is built into the system, and controlled by the awesome 'ASTRAL-MC', and so how can we fight TALL-OSIONS? Jim Burr recognized this somehow long long ago in the early and middle 1970's, only he called it by a dark age religious name of Satan, or the DEVIL. He told me over and over again that as soon as U get onto what HE is doing, he can just change the rules all around. Then he would go onto ask me, what sports player would B able 2 stand in the football field and suddenly a baseball is thrown at him? What would he do if he was up at bat in a baseball game and suddenly the pitcher kicked a football or a basketball at him, and everyone else in the game acted as though everything was perfectly normal and only U were being endlessly confused? What would the greatest sports hero athlete ever B able 2 do under circumstances such as these, he would ask me? As I said, this can go on and on 4 a year, and not tell the entire story enough, especially when my life is interconnected in and throughout the entire mix of everything. Still, as later blogs do follow, I'll continue 2 move it all along, at least as best as I'm humanly able 2 do, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and without any island money jokes, huh Aunt Ruth, and lovely daughter? Hey peeps, I am doing my best, IPYT, my vely vely non-Cooley Hall-McDowell-1972 BEST! It ain't easy being a Camden, NJUSAESMWG automobile license plate, or being the Mountainpen either, I'd certainly damn suppose, YO BRO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO WOW THAT.

Either this computer is endlessly being BLACK-HAT-HACKED, or it is being done in beyond the Earth-Realm ways by pure MAGICAL POWER, remembering of course that magic is a word 4 humans such as myself 2 use, when we R stumped by stuff, and no other word or term appears better appropriate 4 usage at current times. True hocus-pocus power child's-magic is nonsense, but the word does fit. In any event, the internet is unplugged, and we R trying again 2 blog at shortly past one this Tuesday afternoon; and I had 2 stop B4 when the 'magic' wouldn't allow me 2 go forward. There have been quite a few low, and one or two crash level aerial assaults today, and also yesterday; and now the hacking magic or whatever. But I do need 2 tell a few powerhouse things and so I will, no matter who does what 2 me, YO! The very first thing is concerning my Blogaudians and what the 'BDC' site, records as a blogger's weekly page-view count, or I'll call this 4 short from now on here, a blogger's WPVC; and if any radio or TV station has those letters, and 2 quote the grand and mighty group known as HOLLYWOOD; then this would B absolutely both unintentional, as well as absolutely coincidental, YO! Now, I have come 2 a present-point knowledge and enlightened attitude on a few matters that indeed do concern this BDC-WPVC (Blogger-dot-com). First off peeps, when it is between 240 and 420, an easy and averaged numerical digital inverse of digits when the zero is removed; but yes, when this is so; I do not have any problems with the censorship deal that plagues me endlessly, resulting from someone or perhaps several 'someones' out there in Cyberville, complaining formally concerning the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, as recently again, this has occurred with the beginning of May-2023's current blog-book titled, “GOSDH”, and back on the 1^st of May, with the 7^th CHAPTER. It was reinstated, and after recently checking my email as I don't do it the way all of U out there do on a daily basis, 2C if the music union sent me an emailed response 2 my letter from just over a week ago now, and no, there has not been one as of yet and tomorrow I plan 2 make a follow up telephone call 2 them, but yes; I did get a recent notice from the Blogger-Team concerning a blog removal, followed by a reevaluation by that team, and thus resulting in another reinstating of the removed blog. But only when my WPVC exceeds the low 400's, or out of the 240-420 range; does this in fact seem 2 take place with me, and my viewing 'Blogaudians'. So I now absolutely know that the Blogger-Team is not my problem, but rather, some or several pricks out there making trouble 4 the Mountainpen, R in fact the culprits here; and in any case, my MAGGIE knows from its powerful zero dimensional scans just who my enemies R out there endlessly causing me miseries of numerous types and kinds, and making all of these problems, and troubles; and woe-whiz-me situations, and IPYT the great 'MAGNESONIC' knows, and yes; it will eventually strike U, so B aware!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U have been told, and remember folks, what is being said here is all within my religious freedoms and speech freedoms under the great marvelous United States Constitution. Any and all speech that does not tell anyone 2 break any laws, overthrow the government, or threaten actual real-world violence in any way, against another person or group; falls into a legal protection, and then on top of this, lays a further protection of incitement action, verses other speech, and then also; it guarantees even the Wiccan type believers, the absolute LEGAL PRIVELAGE AND RIGHT 2 practice their religious ritual systems, and thus my MAGNESONIC or their sympathetic magical types of spells or chants, R thus all protected us under this wonderful CONSTITUTION, so please know this, B4 attempting 2 ever really push that with me in any court action; as I will counter-sue your butts off 4 harassing me, as well as trying 2 squash and quell my religious freedoms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have now fully learned, oh Mizz Millionth-Council-2007-blogs commenter, and others out here; that one or several peeps, who only visit these BOM-BLOGS upon whimsical personal occasions or 'whatever Congressman'; R causing me this problem and have been 4 some time now, and mostly since last autumn in 2022, when I started up this blogging project after a quarter-decade shut down time, AKA My Most Recent Blogging Sabbatical, 'MMRBS'. So now I am actually happy, and way more relaxed, when seeing my loyal and 'non-Amy Cooley classmate TRUE-BLUE Morians' and 'Blogaudians'; and not those extra trouble-making prick Spammenies out there who gather up at one time, seemingly, just 2 catch up with my latest most recent woe-whiz-me nightmares, and then do all that is in their power 2 take what I already am contending with and then compound it exponentially, causing me even greater heart trucking ache and hellish nightmares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some peeps R destined 4 future residence in an unfathomable monstrous condition-interaction in the timeless purgatory, known Astrally as DOGTOWN, and mortally here on this Earth-Planet, as H------E------L------L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, once upon a non-fairy tale time, I was annoyed and mad when the count fell below the high and middle hundreds, but now, IT BRINGS ME JOY 2B hovering between 240-420. Yes sir world, true blue non-Amy Cooley joy, cubed, CUBAN, and on major damn ass steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is those extras who come up here, just 2 make trouble. Who trucking needs these diseased hit shed futhermuckers, YO? I don't, YO! WOW-THAT, 34-1984. Yes world, mathematics IS both GOD & KING. I am a true blue believer in THAT!!!

Also, there R an infinite amount of things that I feel confident that in some very recent brand new awareness as well as Latengrate disco artist Donna Lovely Gaines Summer 'reevaluation' here; I've come 2C stuff in wild new ways that explain many things a whole damn lot better than ever B4, and the 'WPVC' being only one of several items. Yes the great Donna said that many times. She was always going 2 reevaluate something such as in one particular case, some “preconceived notion” that she had about something or other. Now in my particular case here, my junk is tied together with not only endlessly trying 2 figure out crap that most peeps don't even consider 2B real in the first place such as any items pertaining in any way to hyperspace mechanics and dreams and real world situations being thereby all connected and commingled together in beyond spurious and fantastic ways of endless conjecture and speculative mysteries. On top of this, I need 2 fight a powerful and absolutely invisible enemy that I know without a single small doubt is 100 percent real, and always surrounding me, and injuring me, in all four human life related groupings: My body, my mind, my emotional well being, and my spiritual existence. Endlessly trying 2 unravel all that is happening around me, is a job not even 4 Superman, as the old fifties Julian & Julia television show stated so often, no world. No, this is a job that only Almighty 'UF' Singularity would B properly fit or able 2 handle on a continuous constant basis, 24-7-365.24219!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I wish 2 discuss here and now that has been a wee bit reevaluated here, oh lovely Latengrate Mizz Donna AGS (Doctor Dags) as I've jokingly called her in the past, and in or out of Atlantic City, Atlanticare Hospital, or 'Atlantica'/'other Atlantic City' HA-HA-tease-tease, billboard signs of HARRAHS CASINO IN THE EARLY NINETIES; and that is, transdimensional thinking, as well as combinational maximums; and topics glossed over just a wee bit in my TPB-1994 fictional book, written and copyrighted by the Mountainpen, and sent while residing at the Highview Apartments, 2 the illustrious United States © Copyright Office; and not showing on my listed musical internet postings, since it was not registered as a musical work project, but rather, a literary one. No one is capable of creating or making up anything BECAUSE we R not creators, but rather, parts or pieces of the ultimate force and ultimate creator, SINGULARITY. U can say 'GOD' if U want 2, U won't hurt my damn feelings one wee teensy weensy whittle bwit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that we, as parts of this ULTIMATE FORCE CREATION REALITY (GOD) R ever truly able 2 do YO, is 2 take what this ULTIMATE ZERO DIMENSIONAL FORCE OF SCIENTIFICALLY NAMED SINGULARITY; and endlessly shuffle and reshuffle, virtually unlimited and endless combinations around; seemingly creating stuff, only truly; we R merely SHUFFLING stuff around. We have no true power or (ability) 2 create one solitary single tiny little thing, not now, not ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we try and remember some forgotten truths that R part of our waking life, our dreaming life, or anything whatsoever, perhaps a fictionally created character such as what I'll get into in a second about say that fictionally created great television show called, “Dark Shadows”, we R part of a fifth dimensional truth attempting 2 operate three dimensionally; and the complexities involved with this wouldn't B adequately described if this blog went on ten damn ass times longer than the great marvelous and quite illustrious Encyclopedia Britannica. Whom out here who is also a fan of the “DARK SHADOWS” television show, that marvelous super sixties soap-show; has ever wondered Y one day like total magic, and without one soul ever 2 this day up through right now on this blog so much as mentioning or realizing it; has wondered Y on this show, “Josette Dupres'” music box began playing one tune melody, and then magically suddenly, it is ANOTHER TUNE MELODY, never discussed or even seemingly realized by a single soul; other than of course 4 that very one person whom this show never would have come 2 exist WITHOUT HIS BEING IN THE MIX, via Westmont, New Jersey people, such as the local area wealthy mayor, who was also the cousin 2 the show's assistant producer, Mizz Harriet Rohr? Until this very second in time, this fifth dimensional element has gone absolutely completely undiscovered. Rather than right now tell U all more stuff concerning this, I need 2 merely use it now 2 build my base foundation 4 what I am about 2 reveal 2 the world. Nothing is real. All stuff is really just particles and waves. Our THOUGHTS go onto create our entire world, beginning with the world itself seemingly all around us out 2 the very furtherest stars and inward to our smallest biological and cellular truths. The human brain is a receiver and it literally tunes in our Astral Plane true energetic thoughts, both 3 as well as 5 dimensionally. This way we R able 2 have a stable world in one place and a dreaming world of endlessly variable alternates, yet all the time, it is our thoughts that create, and only because our creating stuff through our magical thoughts, is made possible because we R literally parts or pieces of the ultimate force or creator, and 4 lack of saying this one small bit better here, all of our thoughts R GOD, or GOD'S THOUGHTS, and now in this bipolar system of the plus and the minus, GOD is able 2C how IT would perform and B when this negative or left spinning subatomic energy-force is added into the mix. So yes, the biblical story of good and evil comes alive in brand new terms and ways without its powerful truths being altered in the smallest way whatsoever. Let me quickly expand a wee bit beyond Josette's fictional altered music box tune on “DARK SHADOWS”, and move into a real life situation here. I have a conscious memory of two paths in my 5-D life, and yes, it is all my physical life, and U can laugh all the way 2 the DSM mountaintops 4 all I care folks. A major explosive argument took place between myself, and my mother, in a home that the great Copyright Office has one of my 2 musical projects registered in 1984 from, on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG. She accused me of doing and saying things that I ABSOLUTELY NEVER HAD DONE, as well as inversely here, not doing something that I totally know that I did in fact do. The argument would never have happened however, if this was 300 years in the future, say 2284's autumn as opposed 2 the autumn in 1984. There was a place where I absolutely took MC home from that place near Greeeeant Avenue in Northeast Philly, and into a place that somehow connected my life in some way, with a lot of law enforcement peeps who all belonged 2 some way out type of a cult or some such similar thing and place underneath the great interstate 95 highway. Then there is this other place where I never even kept my appointment that day, yet I have no memory whatsoever as 2YI would have canceled out; since I needed major help with my medical and glandular condition, that had come on me quite mysteriously and suddenly nearly three quarters of a year earlier back in the first week of June, of 1983. Now just as with the way this wild dude who shut down my car radio while the fish song's harmony track was playing, had some beyond HUUUUUUUGE connection here in waking life, with effecting it and extremely negatively; the 1984 situation had its own wild junk that I've yet even after nearly 18 years of blogging now, begun 2 get into or discuss with my Blogaudians. All that I do know and am fully aware of and cognizant 2 here peeps is the fact that only a few peeps on this planet R able 2 pull off stuff that is beyond wild and weird and connects more than one human existence at a time, and these peeps also appear 2 have a wild medical connection, and they also seem 2B able 2 cause dreams 2 happen 2 peeps, and then we add in here that new age authors as well as many other peeps with rare guru types of unknown-wisdom-bites, also appear 2 agree that something much larger has 2B behind all of this stuff, and that a GROUPING OF THESE POWERFUL PEOPLE DEFINITELY DOES EXIST ON SOME DREAMING OR HIGHER REALM that most of us never can access due 2 the inability 2 recognize the larger reality that is absolutely going on all around us. Without my mom and I being aware of anything, I almost got arrested that night, and in today's world, hey, R-U kidding me? Idabin taken off 2 trucking jail if that was 2023, and naught 1984, am I WROOOOONG, oh lovely ad-spot shampoo girl of 1980???????????????????????? Then we have Lightning, we have the sky crap such as in 1986 with David Roth and me, at the SUBS & SWIRLS eats place, at the 70&72 circle, in Redlion, NJUSAESMWG; and on and on I can go; and U all know this!!! But hey, any loyal Morians/Blogaudians out here needs 2 realize that I am being STOPPED by powerful HALLS FAWCES/peeps out here, peeps with a whole damn ass lot of power, from telling U this powerful junk, so maybe some of U whom may B able 2 render me a wee bit of assistance here, should think of doing it B4 it is absolutely 2 damn late. Once I am stopped, and this blog is gone; that's it lovely Amy Cooley. Those 1983 'CURTAINS WILL CLOSE THE SHOW', and we don't need my musical 1983 projects 2 say it, as it has all been told and said, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told all the crap that I need 2 say and tell right now, but this is a fair warning 2 anyone who needs ALL OF MY TRUTHS 2 COME OUT, and naught B successfully suppressed and STOPPED, and just as throughout all of global history, when powers 2B out there in this WOMO-world of ours, owned by SATAN THE DEVIL, WHO ELSE, wish 2 stifle the righteousness of those trying 2 improve the lives of humankind, we all get wiped out. READ HISTORY FOLKS. Nothing I am saying here is misguided facts. I am telling U what anyone is still relatively free 2C and learn 4 themselves, at least 4 perhaps a short whittle wee tad bit longer, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And remember also folks; left spinning subatomic energy forces and Satan the Devil R descriptions 4 saying the exact same damn ass thing, YO BRRRR!!!

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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 19

Thoughts R by no means an easy truth 2 discuss or even attempt 2 understand 4 that matter, yet I under my wild outlandish Huntington Curse, must continuously attempt 2 rationalize and understand some of the junk that indeed does lay behind the so-called 'OZ-CURTAINS' 2 this topic of great and perhaps quintessential mystery. Thoughts of a human verses thoughts of a non-human which can of course B then broken into a lot of further subsets here, beyond just that of the seemingly simple at the surface types, classified as non-human; as thoughts of our pets 4 example, mostly our dogs and cats, although many of us do have more exotic pets, still; this is all within the non-human subset, because this grouping at its astral-plane source, has approximately one-one-thousandths of the energetic value of our human being astral-plane energetic source. The source of ourselves or where our true beingness is existing at, is the entire formula, and is also Y only a trickle handful of people R able 2 appreciate these blogs, as they R4 the very most part at least, written on an astral-plane level of truth. So without a slightly higher source of energy, those here in this matter transferred realm, simply cannot understand nor derive anything personally out of my words that appear 2B written by a total whack-job nut-case lunatic whackadoo freak! This is simple damn truth, and I do accept it. I don't damn ass like it world, but I am a believer in the acceptance and I MEAN THE TOTAL ABSOLUTE ACCEPTANCE OF REALITY! Without our interacting in a connection of agreed upon realities, sanity is not possible. Having unusual thoughts, so long as they R indeed based on logical and meaningful premises; is not insanity. U do need 2B a qualified and extremely experienced psychiatrist, in order 2 accurately diagnose levels of insanity. Yes, the great 'DSM BIBLE' may classify the Mountainpen as having numerous mental disorders, by their defined standards based frequently on a lack of actual enlightenment based wisdom and knowledge, but it does not, and I've read it cover 2 cover; declare the Mountainpen 2B insane, nor 2B that other horrible word that is used so damn often, even by shrinks who I feel should really know better than 2 use it, “crazy”! I never understood that word in the way that I understand the term of sanity verses insanity, as 2 me, it is insulting, and even a term connoting degradation, in my humble opinion at least; oh lovely Mizz Mashell Daniels from 1980, mah'm. But let me move back on the discussion of our human thoughts now, okay Mister King Latengrate Johnny of the Atlantic City Casino Parking Lot Owners Society, (ACCPLOS)? WOW-THIS!

Thoughts seemingly never cease, we take them with us after our bodies R2 tired 2 remain in a waking condition any longer, but these thoughts we take and they become our dreams. This of course no longer connects with our sleeping physical body laying seemingly near-dead in a bed, or on a couch; or wherever our bodies may B quietly resting and laying. Thoughts R literally energetic and they are action in a state of unrealized potentiality. When our matter-world bodies no longer connect with them since they do separate during sleep, these thoughts R now in a realm of energetic connectiveness and so 'dreaming begins'. Our thoughts now R one and the same with ACTION. But is there a locale where our thought-energies have an actual source of truth? Do they 'begin' somewhere in other words? So realizing now, that I am speaking to people living in a time dimension, and who thereby need 2 always C stuff within that time-related situation, and thus being unable 2 separate in order 2C higher and clearer truths here; I will need 2 phrase this the way that I just did 4U all. Allow me 2 reiterate that question 4U, my Blogaudians: But is their a locale where our thought-energies have an actual source of truth? Do they 'begin' somewhere in other words? Absolutely, only again; U really must attempt 2 understand that nothing CAN begin, or end; not in a timeless truth that is known by mortals, as either 'infinity', or less scientifically stated, and spoken a wee bit more religiously, 'eternity'. Eternity is NOT time without beginning or ending, ETERNITY is existence in a TIMELESS REALM, there simply is no time dimension. This refusal 2 recognize this on a scientifically and mathematical level, is part of several reasons Y their endless attempts 2 discover one system that can make total sense out of the entire physical reality here and now, endlessly continues eluding those who make their futile attempts. What do I mean by one formula that explains all physical things, 4 those who never went 2 college? Well, both the world of the very large, as well as the very small, have indeed 4 the very most part, become scientifically explainable. However, these same great mental giant experts R yet 2 make the discovery that combines BOTH OF THESE WORLDS; oh lovely Mizz achy-breaky-heart offspring Hannah! They cannot seem 2 tie in one formula that works 4 both the world of the micro and the world of the macro-HUUUUUGE!!!!! Thisssssssssss is all that I am trying 2 tell U here, and 4 anyone unable 2 grasp my words, and yet is interested in a further understanding of what I am trying 2 impart 2U here; simply 'Google' around anything concerning quantum physics and astro physics. So getting back 2 where our human thoughts actually do originate, the field of mortal world medical psychiatry will endlessly B both impotent as well as completely unable, 2 not C my words as delusions and varied features of insanity or side and sectional insanity. I don't blame them, I merely hate and detest being forced 2 live here in these damn ass dark age times. In a future century; what is happening 2 me, would B able 2 get recognized and then of course stopped as a result. Actually, nobody would even have dared 2 do any of it 2 me 2 begin with; knowing that it would indeed become recognized publicly in no time at all; and then after being exposed, the punishment would B extremely severe. However, this is 2023, and it all began in the nineteen-eighties, and these R of course, in relation 2 my discussions here, the absolute DARK AGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So the great DSM-BIBLE of the Headshrinkers Industry claims that Mountainpen is basicly a deluded fruit-cake, nutty whack job on steroids; and I am currently stuck here with all of their prehistoric, archaic, and 'dinosaurian' findings. I will now need 2 coin another new Morianity word, or so it appears, so like it, wonderful; don't like it, sue me; as U cannot take my beds, because they both belong 2 Sir Mikey Blandlord, and “I just live here”, oh great Mister David Rock-star Cassidy, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-2-THAT-1; Mister 3-4-1984 math is god and king MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So let me finish out my opening of the topic 4 today on the source of thoughts 4 humans. The mighty wonderful ECKANKAR religion of light and sound, talks about the plane above the astral plane, calling it the mental plane; and their belief is that our thoughts originate on this plane of a more truthful reality, filtering of course down or as Morianity would say OUT, into the post BIG-BANG 5-Dimensional Hyperspace. The 'Mental Plane', as my best way of seeing absolute truth makes 'humanly possible' 4 me, is merely a more hidden part of Astrality, and when I discuss astrality here, I've yet 2 get into some things that would go even beyond a Thaxton-Marcucci-1969 MIND-BOGGLE here, YO! Truly it is, yet I will make a feeble wee attempt here, 2 open up a tiny slice of the topic 4U all right now, and simply because I wish 2 do it, BRAHHHH!!! B4-I do this however, MIND and speaking of where MIND really does COME FROM, has 4 whatever reason, signaled me with a wild memory that I do not think that I ever told and blogged about; and since I've been so harassed and messed with in this 2023 year, by the SPACEFORCE-TRUMP-FORCE-MACY-GANG; I am beyond futhermucking angry, and I will do all things that R within my power, 2 exact the needed retaliation that is more than goddessdog deserved here folks; and so B damned into Dogtown, anyone out here who wishes 2 harshly judge me 4 merely using any and all tactics and weapons at my limited arsenal's disposal here, so as 2 defend myself from these cruel evil wickedly demonic scum hole slit licking slobs on maggot eating steroids, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It goes like this folks, and don't even start asking me Y this ECKANKAR-MENTAL-REALM, just signaled this physically into me' whittle human head a couple moments back in the time dimension, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! I do naught know but I am gonna' tell this thing and right now. U do know how ten years ago give or take a year perhaps, I was having an issue with some of my 'GOOD WILL STORE' purchased old-world video cassette recorder machines, (VCR's) 4 short; and how I went over 2 a repair shop in Port Saint Lucie, as well as locally a half mile away from my PEE-HA BUILDING in Fort Pierce, and they both were ENEMY PAID OFF 2 SCREW WITH ME, AND NOT REPAIR ANYTHING 4 ME; AND EVEN TRY 2 ABSCOND WITH MY MONEY AND KEEP MY MACHINE ON TOP OF IT. At least the place in Port Saint Lucie right on Federal Highway Route #1, did not try and steal from me or keep my machine, but the local place here in this town of FPFLUSAESMWG did, a place called $&*@#()&^$^&@#!$* right on Delaware Avenue, a well known local 2 my area repair shop, and around here, these 2 places R the only repair places anywhere. Sir SWAP told me that if I do not say the name of the joint, I can tell that he absolutely knows that they were TOLD by the entertainment industry, 2 do this horrible nightmare attack on me, keeping me from having any more VCR machines, or making it very difficult as most of the ones at the GW-Store need 2B brought right back as they never even test them 2B sure they work other than making sure that they go ON & OFF, a direct quote from the then 2012 GW-Store idiot butt-wipe manager, oh BBB, and AG-FLA! It seems that since I have no interest in the entertainment industry, and despise mostly all them on top of that, 4 so many countless injustices that these diseased greedy wicked pricks from Earthly-Dogtown have done 2 me 4 numerous damn ass decades now; I was absolutely unaware that the name of the owners is a rare family surname and that is also quite a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE name in the entertainment world circles, at least one very large actor, as well as several producer/director types, in the film worlds of the great Cali-Holly's; huh there, all wonderful Holster carrying Hollister's????????????????????? WOW-2-THAT-1-YO-34-1984. BANG DONNA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 ABEE-BABY, and yes, a gigantic ultra sized HUUUUUUUGE “B—O—O—M!!!!! So just where R-U when I goddessdarn need U; oh glorious PEOPLE'S MAGAZINE, A&E CABLE-TV-CHANNEL, AND so many other tanks both fighting so gallantly about eighty years ago with both General Patton and General Rommel? I am so pissed off that I am going 2 say the name of those bastards who tried 2 steal my money, refused 2 phone me or answer my calls for months; and then further wrecked several of my video machines, and then tried charging me lots of money once, on top of their criminal acts on me, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA of SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA SIR. The name of this horrible rotten repair shop is 'SIZEMORE'; so go ahead and sue me, as I will counter-sue 4 what U scum did 2 me a decade ago, YO, & 4 absolutely no rhyme nor human reason whatsoever, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But shall we get back now 2 thoughts and the source of them, the so-called Eckankar's Mental Plane, (EMP) 4 short. Some stuff on the Astral realm is hidden extremely well, only not 4 reasons that anyone of UR gonna' B able 2 grasp most likely here; but let's try, shall we YO???????? Also B4-I do tell some of this wild thing, remember B4U laugh 2 loudly and bust your clothing or mess up your floor in a raucous and uncontrollable total conniption fit; Mister Carlos Castaneda the world famous new-age book author, tells extremely similar tales 2 what I'm now about 2 attempt revealing 2 all of the world right now here on this damn ass whittle MTPN-blog! The astral realm is indeed beyond magical, and as ECKANKAR knows only 2 well also; is filled with what may B spoken here in human words, as existence filled with intensely and extremely heightened emotionally sensitive interactions. Just dreaming in a realm that is close 2 it, the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, as many know oh so well; can cause us 2 occasionally awaken from experiences where our moods are gigantically effected, well into many minutes, and even rarely hours into OUR WAKING DAY, that follows those dreams. This is what is going 2B heavily harped on, as these blogs continue moving forward in this book of the GOSDH chapters, (GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT). Oh but folks, and yes Microsoft Corporation, and many many other MC-initialed stuff out here in all 5-dimensions YO; BUTTERCHEESE, BUTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT AND BUT YO PEEPS; not only will this B talked about and continued with a whole lot of BEYOND THAXTON-MARCUCCI-1969 TOTAL MIND BUSTING CRAPOLA, but all of the virtually limitless interconnected deals and truths that R all intertwined into the entire 'MACY GANG-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES' SITUATION AS WELL; and in all of its glorious detailed fully colorized panoramic view, with surround sound 10-channel ultra high fidelity, and more than enough 2 blow the minds of any Eckankar's Chela, Master; or any learning stations that lay in-between, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is only the start of a lot of twuwee weelwee HUUUUUUUGE stuff, oh 'gwate weerlld'-out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I have nothing against one person who is not trying 2 covertly and invisibly destroy me, and wipe out my entire human MWMHM-life. Not one blasted trucking blessed thing, and IPYT. I do have however, an extremely legitimate gripe and beef with any and all of those out here, WHO DO INDEED ACTUALLY HURT AND HARM ME. U can hate me, U can wish me dead or destroyed or injured, whatever; as that is your legal right, just as it is mine 2 do the exact reverse with U. But I am speaking about those who have absolutely crossed over that magical red-line in the sand, and there is no excuse 4 what these pricks have done 2 me now, 4 half of a damn century, and ever since my leaving the illustrious COOLEY HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!! That is what is CRIMINAL AND ILLEGAL, and someday, whoever these diseased futhermucking hit sheds R; they will B indeed required 2 serve out horrific nightmare inconceivable sentences in Purgatory's unfathomably monstrous DOGTOWN! But that is not important here and now at the present human reality-focus. My revenge will come shortly as things have begun 2 tie up and sure up in ways that R even beyond the goddessdog Mountainpen's wildest imagined fantasies, taking new recently realized stuff and then connecting it back into all of the incredible junk from my beyond inconceivably nightmarish past!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the directional movement that these following chapters of this present blog-book of 'GOSDH' will B now taking on, YO folks. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, and yes, but peeps; allow me now 2 quickly clear up a point that most of the more intelligent readers may B anticipating that I get into or else R certainly thinking how MOUNTAINPEN is a total hit shed futhermucker, who doesn't know his damn ass butt from his stinky rotten beer cans, and hey; I don't even drink beer, so that would B quite a feat 2 accomplish, right? If I can suddenly realize that most of my once thought 2B absolutely accurate and true concepts and beliefs on just who is who, who is doing what, and how this nightmare all truly does fit together so as 2 maybe even stand up someday in a court of law; well, what makes me think now that my most recent new ideas won't also B altered somewhere down the line in order 2 make way 4 even newer and or better ones still yet 2 come? Hey, as I have side commented back 2 whoever in 2007 commented on my blog, and my discussions regarding the Astral World Authority, or named on the Astral-Plane, the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and how I appear 2B making stuff up as I go along, I never said that human beings should naught B on an endless quest right up until they quit breathing, 2 endlessly evolve, learn, grow, re-learn, and grow some more. This is part of life, and 2 quote something my mom taught me when I was a child and living in Apartment #24-A at 2041 Chestnut Street, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-USA, back in the very early nineteen sixties; “A city that does not grow, will die”. Change is the inevitability of any and all non-death realities. Around 5,000 years ago, the greatest mental giants of all times on this planet, at least IMHO, the great CHINESE; knew only 2 well of this, and they or one of their marvelous citizens came up with the “I-CHING”, or the “Book of Changes”. Hey, at least it wasn't the Book Of Beach, 4 crying out louder than thunder. Sometimes by accident or even perhaps by MIND-REALM connective knowing better-ness, I confuse while blogging, my current adult version of Morianity Bible with the juvenile version, the 'BOB', as opposed 2 the 'BOM'. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some hacking 'Macy-Mimi' or other fawce out here thinks it so endlessly Sheila-Hair-Franklin 'funny-funny-funny', 2 make my blogs screw up on a constant & continuous basis. Here is what U need 2 do in case U-R wondering, in order 2 read the hacked out parts. Simply hit your 'CONTROL-A' on your keyboard, so as 2 HIGHLIGHT the print; and then it will come out that way, but only in white and blue, but it does come out, so that U may read the hacked out parts; me' good folks, and maybe some naught so good ones as well out here! Another fave expression of my latengrate pal, Sir Dave Roth, “If you're not part of the solution, then you're part of the problem”! I fully concur and agree with the dude, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

The very first time that I had my paranormal exploratron attack, was in a classroom in first grade towards the end of the school year, in Miss Mulhall's class. Right after recess ended and everyone was back in class along with our teacher, early in the afternoon, at the Richland Avenue Elementary School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania; a group of exploratrons all jumped into various students, sitting all around me, and one by one, and for absolutely no goddarn mother ducking reason whatsoever on this gods green brown Earth; they began telling the teacher, Miss Mulhall; and I quote, total lies concerning my behavior on the school bus, “He hits on the bus, he spits on the bus” and although I managed to put the rest of this below my conscious mind because it was so horrendous for a six year old child to have to suffer this horrendous mother trucking torment and torture when I'd done no such thing, and in fact, I thought I was losing my mind, and that I had done all these things, and was going mucking crazy. It took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as usual, being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister Hall, doing despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR, or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games containing playfield after playfield of nothing short of my mother ducking life in total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or without the singing glee's of the 'Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies', and other birds singing that the springtime is here. So if I had to tell where I first ducking rock chucking encountered this life long paranormal esoteric skit all around me, it would be in Quakertown in the first years of the nineteen mother mucking runt sixties. Then right around this same time, came the dead children who spoke to me at playgrounds, two different ones, the little boy my age, and the little girl my age. Now people, I am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS MUCKING BUTT IN BUNT TAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of entities while 'exploring-dreaming', towards the ending years of this century's first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try getting out of this one”, sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other times, 'naught doing that'. Recently this happened, and has not happened for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side, where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations while there quite a while, that I won't bother getting into. Pee was telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in the afternoon next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the house, and she was shouting that her daughter died for nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed; and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe's kid; also popped up, coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point, I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder, and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the radio station began to play an old Chiffon's song from the middle sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet talkin' Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a lucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless, and unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable, looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pounds of her, a girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw her 30 yards through the air, crashing her against the house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling frightening sound. Both of her legs were broken, and yet she floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost like a sonic boom. Gemma's entire head broke into ten pieces or more, and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot tub on full force, and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water, instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds. My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it's September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place, sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them, the three 'ESS-LADIES' that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe, in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like we all see in the trucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell; this is now the third mother clucking time, they have used their ducking (DISAPPEARING WORD HACK) on me. I just now went to mucking runt repair the last one, and the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. A FOURTH MOTHER TRUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, and in total ducking bunt tapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE LUCKING RUNT EATING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother trucking (`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could bunt tapping use some mother ducking help here, FBI, ACLU; and all other civil trucking servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank trucking you!

I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died ducking runt out of a very very trucking runt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!

MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 008, from back in good old 2014, YO!

END TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRANSMISSION.

SUNDAY, MAY 14, 2023

GOSDH, CHAPTER 18

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

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(TOO LATE---TOO LATE---TOO LATE---TOO LATE)

SO PUTTING THIS TO MUSIC, THAT CAN BECOME 1-2-3-4.

FROM ONE OF MANY OF MY MIDDLE NINETEEN-NINETIES NUMEROUS AND FANTASTIC EXCURSIONS, INTO THE GREAT WONDERFUL, AND MARVELOUS 'NATIONAL PARK', IN REDBANK, GLOUCESTER COUNTY, NEW JERSEY-USA; THE TRUE TALE FROM BEYOND ANY 'TWILIGHT ZONE' TELEVISION SHOWS EVER MADE BY MISTER AWESOME SERLING, CONCERNING HOW MY #12 © COPYRIGHTED MUSICAL PROJECT CAME 2B NAMED WHAT IT WAS, AS WELL AS WHAT THIS 10-TRACK CD ACTUALLY WAS IN REALITY, & DONE BY 'STUDIO PARK RECORDS', IN THE YEAR OF 2000:

I almost lost my lunch when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from 1995 up through right now in 2023; was dating a new guy now, “RUSS WALKER”. I had, just back five or six months earlier; copyrighted my book with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS WALKER, titled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Then came the final kicker B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish, and they all decided 2 leave after that, and they did. They all were sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THE STAR TRAVELERS”. I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that title that I did, as I felt 100 percent compelled 2 do this. It was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 send those other future 21^st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31^st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!! However oh world out there, things such as this R not the unusual events in Mountainpen's totally screwed up miserable rotten life, but rather, R indeed the ABSOLUTE TOTAL NORM of my everyday putrid, outlandishly bizarre, and unfathomable daily sub-existence that could B quite easily verbally equatable 2 the term astrally known as DOGTOWN, and mortally known as HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just simple truth and reality folks, and 2 quote a great cool dude from the olden times, Mister REDJOHN COLORADO HENNINGSEN, “It's just that simple, Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH CHESTER-FRANK AND KT-PEE; THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOO NON-ARTHUR CRANE TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY,

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Oh X-monster-butt son in law, what do all of U 'Castanedans' want of the 'poor-poor pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen', YO???? So Holy Holly screaming gorgeous HOLLISTER's, 4 crying out louder than 30 consecutive claps of nearby thunder; YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Yes mighty SpellCHECKER Hell-WRECKER Mike Soft Microsoft Corporation, Holster's, Hollister's, and then some more; such as HOLY HOLLY MOLLY MOLEY, JEWELS, JULIA'S, WHITES, BLACKS, JULIAN'S, JEWELLY'S, PERMISSION BARRIER 1994 BOOKS AND ANGELIC COOLEY CHRISTMAS SONGS OF MARVELOUS DREAMING VISION PREDICTIONS, and on and on and on we can go, and evweebwuddy knows this only 2 darn butt well, right Sir Elmer Metsker FWUUUUUDD?????? Where R-U when I need U, oh great and exceedingly wonderful marvelous illustrious BROADWAY MUSIC INCORPORATED music industry union of any and all 'A' or 'double-A' lovely girls from my oh so awesome and beyond surreal past days and times, and even including, and right down 2 all coworkers and hookers?????????????????? Gee Wiligars whiz-fizz, YO!!!!! Don't stroke out on me Winfrey, Perry, and Daniels, as so many prophecies R all coming straight smack dab into absolute fruition, and yes, all the damn way down 2 where I currently reside here, at this great wonderful 'waking world' QUIET-WATERS PARK of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, where currently, KNOCK WOOD; no cassette tapes R missing, YO!!!!!! BOY OH BOY OH BOY, only endless persecution, noise, death sieges, and the gods only know what this beyond awesome and highly deadly dangerous 'MACY-CLUB' has yet IN 'STORE' 4 ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO; ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it away from here, Mister 1971 Pennsylvania McNulty Sir oh willya'-pweeeeeeeeze: AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA and AMANDA 'DARK SHADOWS' TELEVISION SHOW HARRIS!!!!

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WHABBITS, NON-WHABBIT-FWWWOLKS, AND ALSO, MISTER FWUUUUD; AFTER THE BLOG LINKS 2 EARLIER YEARS B4 THE CURRENT ONE THAT BEGAN AT THE TAIL END OF 2011, COMES THAT INFINITE CONSTANT, THAT, NEXT 2 THE SPEED OF LIGHT; TRULY IS AND HAS BEEN AN ABSOLUTE, OR A MATHEMATICAL CONSTANT 4 THE PITIFUL PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN, EVER SINCE THIS ALL TRULY BEGAN 4 ME, OH LOVELY MIZZ DARK SHADOWS 'SABRINA STUART', BACK AROUND THE EARLY SUMMER TIME, OF THE YEAR OF 1986. I shall of course continue 2 post it over and over again, peeps!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN:

PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

So tell me great world out there YO, I posted this on CHAPTER 024, and “POW-BAM” Chef Emeril great sir; look at what indeed WAS DONE 2 poor pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen as a direct and immediate result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The darn butt-wiping gods, how I wish I could truly understand or know fully, just how this dude from a 1973 computer school and later fictionally altered into a wild hyperdimensional traveler as a fictional book character whose name was altered from 'BURR' into 'PRATT'; could in all honesty have known this deal about MY MIND BOGGLING GODDESSDOG FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and totally absolutely beyond freaking WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, YO MACK!

Yes gorgeous Mizz Sabrina; tell 'brother Ned', that in real life, he was always one of my most fave actors of the later-Hollywood-times; as nothing can ever replace the good old peeps, and we all know that, and thus saying it is absolutely no part of an insult. Still, every single time I see that cool dude named Ned Stuart on that wonderful 'DARK SHADOWS' television show, and how he grabs U while you're looking out the window at gorgeous DIANA (the moon), and how he tells U2 quit looking at the moon and 2 listen 2 what he is telling U, it is just the way he does it, it literally sends me onto the floor raucously laughing as though watching one of those truly great Harold Lloyd comedy shows such as the episode where he falls off of a skyscraper. That one sent my mom and myself literally rolling on the floor one afternoon at the apartment that we lived at, 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees Township, 4^th and Preston Streets, in New Jersey-USA. Still, that thing with your sister and the moon cracks me up almost as much, YO pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My second fave role U ever were in was that great old 1960's 'Julian & Julia' Rod Serling's “Twilight Zone” show; the episode of U and the girl on the horse; and with a time split happening. The girl in her older persona was beyond great as well, when she had that 'nut-case look on her face', and began charging 'at herself' on her horse. Beyond 2 cool YO, 2 cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

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

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The almighty MACY CLUB can B rationally understood quite a bit better, when it is carefully and honestly examined in the light of two wonderful sources, at least in my humble opinion on both counts (IMHO); and those two being, CARLOS CASTANEDA and all of his wonderful books, only 4 right now we will just take his 1984 book called “The Fire From Within”, and then Mountainpen's entire MORIANITY; and then zillions of things instantly start clearing up, that is, 4 anyone who wishes 4 that 2 indeed happen, and definitely absolutely NAUGHT, oh lovely Mizz AT&T-1983 Blake; 4 anyone who wishes and desires 2 endlessly remain in darkness and utter foolishness, since my Morianity is 2 powerhouse things. First it tells my nightmare life story and does indeed concentrate on my numerous enemies of this grouping, that began three and a half decades ago, and 4 a short time thereafter, by containing a membership of somewhere between one hundred and one thousand wicked nightmare satanic members in their hellish cult; and now contains most likely between five and forty million of them, used in different ways and at different times, without their even being aware of it in the vast majority of cases and times; and bringing me 2 my eventual conclusion of taking the lesson from the greatest television show ever created, by the talented beyond verbal description, sir Gene Roddenberry, and his original STAR TREK, and a very beginning early show of 1966; about the cage or menagerie, and the incredible mind busting Tellosion aliens, and their unfathomable and inconceivable ability 2 create illusions that human senses have no way of stopping or preventing, thus put in honest words here, TOTAL MIND CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone fully and completely aware of all of this and has paid strict and careful attention 2 our American political scene over the past decade or near decade of time now, since early middle and into the middle teens decade of this 21^st century; and who is NAUGHT MIND CONTROLLED by this MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE-SPACEFORCE-CULT, OF LAMBRIGGER ASTRAL ORIGINS; then knows these words R beyond dangerously accurate and true; so help me in the name and the blood of my Savior and Lord, Almighty Son of GOD, JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear this 2B the absolute truth on my American citizenship, and under the blood of Jesus Christ my GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This furthermore is Y my absolute beliefs here R that until now, the end-times have been wrongfully speculated, and now nobody is doing this any longer as some sort of a 'gun-shy' reaction that is now operating sociologically in general, and I wholeheartedly believe this 2B 100 percent real and true and even more accurate than one plus one equaling two. Taking Star Trek's fantastic Tallos-4-alien (fictional warning) including Y the death penalty was still being imposed on those great so-called future-enlightened times 4 violating what they called “GENERAL ORDER #4” and in any way communicating with or visiting the planet where these Tallosion aliens lived, since that would indeed B potentially dangerous 2 humanity, if ever done. All the warnings of this show, our fantastic BIBLES that still the majority of Americans worship the GOD of THAT BIBLE, and then my personal experience and direct CONTACT with them, as it is more than plausible and easy, 2 take the Tallosion aliens, and the MACY-CLUB here; and then transpose these, as what Morianity calls a 'KENT-SOUP' deal, U know; as one and the same thing, as in another great fictional show, with KENT and SUPERMAN being one and the same, only never realized nor revealed. So look at this as, I know who Superman is here, only it ain't Mister Clark Kent, and I even know what the 'substitutional Kryptonite' is here, EXPOSURE of this Lambrigg Astral Cult, and how it is carrying out these powerful LAST-DAYS deals here in the mortal realm (physical-plane), as labeled by the great EKANKAR-peeps. I know this sounds further out than most of the new movies, and just where do U think these diseased copycat pricks R getting them from, oh lovely Mizz Alannis Morrisette, YO??????? Who do U peeps think is really behind the entire culture of this planet, 4 the very most part? If U can't C these truths, then U simply choose not 2 want 2C them, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't get any simpler than just 4 me 2 say these exact words here. Recently, 3 movies have come out, and anyone knows that without me and these blogs, they never would have existed, U know it, and I know that U all know it, so Y keep playing games here, great United States © Copyright Office, after-all, it is U who knows just how deep this all truly goes here, as they even made U part of their 'legal thievery' as my now Latengrate pop would call these diseased greedy pricks, who won't even share enough 2 lift a dude out of 'SUB-POVERTY' after stealing from him, HIS ENTIRE LIFE, and over his entire life as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And THAT, lovely daughter, ain't double-speech!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, 4 my entire life they have stolen from me, and what did they steal but MY ENTIRE LIFE or its story and all connected things to it, with their lame excuses of legal paperwork forms such as, 'all things herein that seem 2B coincidental, R just that', ha-ha-ha!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, how about some more wonderful Harold Lloyd great humor now peeps, YO??????????????????????????????

Back early Friday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning I had that enemy come through my residence area, with that super loud vehicle around half past 4 of the clock, but the rest of the day was not like that other time that was described back last summer time or spring time somewhere, where it all started with this and then progressed onward, into one of the most severe OTAMMIC assaults ever given 2 me by the SPACEFORCE-MACY-CLUB. Except 4 a few annoying close illegal airplane assaults, Friday and Saturday were within a tolerance level, FAA Authorities. Today shortly B4 beginning my blog, came that dirt bag enemy nabe prick with the Harliegh MC, what else, MC-Macy Club, and onward we could go with this, and we all know THAT, do we naught Mizz Blake?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, someday when we get on Mizz Blake and those times and days, and with brand new eyes and sight 2 so many things, we will need 2 begin practically a BRAND NEW BLOG OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, will we NAUGHT, lovely phone company complaints bureau mah'm???????? Now just Y-I did naught put a lot of this together earlier had 2B none other than TALLOS-4-fictional-aliens MIND CONTROL related. More of those magical 'MC' initials, huh Mister Annoying Harliegh Dirtball of Quiet-Waters Park? Gee whiz-fizz Wiligars, YO!!!! One thing that I will let out of the bag now, along with any other needed cats and Sir Astral GAGA-Kitty as well; and that is that Mister Mikey Blandlord told me something when he stopped in 2 pay me a quick visit late Friday morning, and hand me the mailing envelopes that I use when he is away 4 the summer season, so that his rent can B paid 2 him up in New Hampshire; and he told me that he has been visited by a lot of recent unpleasantness in his life and not 2 take him seriously when he got a wee bit nasty. I never worried about it and knew that he had stuff on his mind, only wanted 2 clear up that I did not expect anything and merely wished 2 converse with him on a few issues since after-all, we both live right here, at least 8 months out of the year. He told me that he is going 2 make sure that three peeps around here don't screw with me, and that he is aware that something may B up a wee bit with 3 peeps, and not 2B concerned; as he is gonna' B handling it. That is all I'm gonna' say or tell concerning this matter, on a public viewing blog, or anywhere that this information can theoretically B able 2 get back 2 these SPACEFORCE CONTROLLED ENEMIES OF THE PITIFUL MOUNTAINPEN; so I won't make any big deals out of anything since one thing I do know after living here now 4 precisely 27 months 2 the very day as I pen this blog right now, and that is that Mikey is indeed a man of his word, and he never says 'diddly-whoopee', that he doesn't actually mean. His mood can, as anyone's can, B abrupt, and we all can seem 2B a bit uncaring at times when our lives grow tense and lousy, but that is moods, and these R words. When he says that he will take care of something, anything, HE DOES, and 2 quote the great Mister Esolph and his marvelous fables here, “THAT'S THAT”!!!!!!!!!!!! I will only throw in this tiny morsel of powerful insight that can and most likely WILL B taken by each reader, in the way that is relative 2 their own personal lives and belief systems in stuff from the invisible worlds surrounding us all. Mister Mikey Blandlord knows about my wild DANIELS-December of 2021 DREAM, and he then said 2 me back on Friday, that he is beyond amazed at the predictive quality of that wild outlandish dream, 'and that is nearly a verbatim quote' here, folks!!!!!!!!! This concerns stuff that only has meaning or significance 2 those residing at this trailer park.

Yes world, I do a lot of talking, squawking, bellyaching, moaning, groaning, and bitching on a topic, when I begin 2 examine each new item in this 1995 created MORIANITY PROJECT, originally labeled & titled, the Morianity Bible. Right now I'll totally admit it, I am quite indeed trucking ass fixated on the MACY CLUB, as looking back at life now, recent and distant, and all in-between times as well; and what do I-C here upon very close astute examination? I-C that the MACY CLUB MACY-FORCE TRUMP-FORCE OTAMMIC LAMBRIGGER ASTRAL PLANE CULT, is my downfall, and won't ever stop killing and persecuting me until the very last breath I take from this now still living and breathing physical body where I have both a human as well as a legal identity of Mark Wayne Mohr. As I penned this prior sentence, there was a CRASH LEVEL AERIAL assault on me here at my residence, at exactly 41 minutes past one of the clock, on this Sunday afternoon. I have not deactivated my PORCH AIRPORT WARNING LIGHTS now in many days, nor do I plan 2 until or unless this death siege lessens considerably, Federal Aviation Administration (FAA), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, I am currently extremely fixated on the MACY CLUB, and C many things concerning this organization in a totally brand spanking new light now, and have literally managed 2 reexplain a whole lot of things 2 myself from previous times that once I believed entirely different things about. This is a total admission on the part of M.W. Mountainpen Huntington Mohr here and now, so Y even try and deny the truth here? It isn't that I have altered the entire structure of this nightmare rotten ugly mess, from Arnie 2 Zachary, BUTTTTTTT, and yes SpellCHECKER BUTTERCHEESE from Starburn Lakes of TRANSDIMENSIONAL future times also; a great 'big ass BUTT and but' YO, I am now able 2 merely take what once was a lot of blurry concepts, ideas, and images and combine junk into a now NEWER-VERSION of this very same truth called my MORIANITY, and yes, the great lady of wisdom and her comments 2 Mountainpen concerning the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, 'back in 2007', and without any wild '8-named MEANINGS' from this wonderful and endlessly awesome 'ASTRAL PLANE'. Truth is simply truth, and it cannot B anything BUTT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It can't B argued with from A-Z.

My previous blog of Chapter MPN-2023-CHPT. 025 has been attacked AGAIN, by whoever has been messing with me now 4 a long time. I am going 2 try and paste in sections 2C what parts have been objected 2B4I 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. 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! 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! 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! 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! 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! 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! 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Being human and with an astral source, Mister Sky Rumson Sir, I can out think U by simply realizing that there is some form of maximum speech determination deal going on, something that says that at this point, too much content is there on this blog and it might cause a few peeps 2 begin 2 seriously ponder and wonder about maybe Mountainpen not being a total flake, so it has 2B stopped at that point. What if however, the crystals did a lot more than what I was inferring back on my 2020 Sporadic Blogs from my final PEEHA residence days? What if they actually realized and actually Castaneda-became the Hacker Way Google owners, the Blogger Team, and so on, as how can I know other than if it is true, this will hit a major funny bone and may B then as a result, 'censor removed'. Only time can tell, 2 quote lyrics from that awesomely talented old days duo, Karen and Richard Carpenter, and I am accusing nobody of one single thing here. All I said here, and look up and C it 4 yourselves, was that I am now beginning 2 wonder 'IF' it could B? That's all I said, and even all that's being implied as well!!!!!!!! I told about the dice game being played and biblically and historically recorded and accounted 4 in non-religious circles concerning that Roman day of utter sheer horror when they crucified and executed our Lord Jesus Christ, SON OF GOD (SINGULARITY-UF)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But today is not 4 trying in the least wee bit tiny weensy teensy way of opening topics of another retraced 'copy' of Jesus Christ, but rather, this is a discussion about the Astral Plane and how the actual transference occurs where the speed of light squared is somehow suddenly divided or our spirits our suddenly divided by this as a direct resulting factor of our energetic depletion's of our truths on this realm of mystery and magical starry non physical existence, that has no beginning nor ending, as it is indeed energy, not matter, hence; is absolutely without time, or is a timeless truth, (pure existence). Opening this up will seemingly start 2 connect, more than most of U out here will even realize right now, until this indeed does move along here, what recently I have started 2 harp and fixate on so very much yes; this MACY GANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I knew another possible way of explaining my life, other than 4 this, believe me peeps, I would, and let me now tell U all Y. Because I detest these people, with all of my deepest damn beingness, so if I could rationalize right now, any other way of seeing my life as Mark W.M.H. Mohr, and all that has happened within that life of pure unadulterated DOGTOWN, I would B only 2 damn ass happy 2 do so. Only folks, I do not, so I cannot. THAT brings actual tears floating around right now into my eyes, and 4-2 reasons. One, because of what this GAME has done 2 my current-time life, as well as knowing that there is no power or force in the multiverse/metaverse, 'whatever-verse', that can alter what has come 2 befall me even B4 my physical birth, and after the suicide hanging of my distant great cuzz, Sir Arthur Huntington back in February of 1948 up in Braintree, Massachusetts-USA. This is what I label and name the HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE, and it is monstrously real, and nothing can ever B done ever, 2 alter it or stop it. Absolutely goddessdog NOTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope lies only in the fact that I cannot last forever, and most likely cannot last much longer at all and will B dead shortly, even if shortly is ten goddessdog years from now, that time will pass and that will be it. Until the time of my death however, I can use my wits and my awareness 2 greater truths 2 at least hold these 'hit sheds' off 2 some small degree, so as 2 at least lessen my agonies and pains. Being human and with an astral source, Mister Sky Rumson Sir, I can out think U by simply realizing that there is some form of maximum speech determination deal going on, something that says that at this point, too much content is there on this blog and it might cause a few peeps 2 begin 2 seriously ponder and wonder about maybe Mountainpen not being a total flake, so it has 2B stopped at that point. But even more than any of 'thisssssssssssssss oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes Kane', of “All My Children” Television Show, in 1983; I also am able 2 do way more than just worry about how 2 overcome software programs from soulless creatures once known in 'entertainment circles' as the 'Leviathan Cult', huh there great ole' pal from my past, Sir Russel Thaxton????

The initialed title stands 4 the following, good folks; and U will come 2CY it is, and what it indeed stands 4 quite quickly and easily, as we move this along here. Spelled out, those initials above at the top of the page have the following MEANING:

BLAND BLOG TO AVOID ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CENSORSHIP INTERFERENCE

The Russel Thaxton story is powerful, because not only was he a product of rape, but then he too was sexually molested by a crazy thirtyish in age hippy lady over at Doctor Goodfellow’s Haddonfield, NJ-USA home in late December of 1969 or maybe right shortly after New Year’s Day in 1970 somewhere, as my memory of the exact date has left me. But do I believe his being molested was some pure simple cosmic accident outside of the true fact that there is no such thing any time that is purely accidental? No I do naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake. He had to come over to my apartment that late night, or early morning around one, in order to get me to burn my book of the beach that for short, I simply call and refer 2 as my BOB; and thus this indeed is what happened. If the BOB had naught been burned up, this juvenile version of MORIANITY, I fully truly believe wholeheartedly that my entire life would have been so significantly altered by that one thing that many things would B entirely different today all over this entire damn ass world, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Now he was a product of rape as sixteen years B4 the time in question now in late 1969, his father raped some girl, I think in Philadelphia, and then he was born nine months after that. I too of course indeed had my goddamn ass share of molestation. I was molested at the NJNPI while extremely ill, and locked up in what they called a ‘seclusion-room’. I believe I know which attendant lady did it, and it was done to me at least three times; but I was extremely delirious, and although the memory did not surface until I was residing back in 1993 over at Misses Meeker’s Gibbsboro, NJ-USA home, on Route (potato chip non-Julia White factory) 561; I know now it happened. I was also molested by a Collingswood jeweler even though it was only naked ass spanking but more than enough today for a nice long stay at the gray-bars hotel, and Dave Sleaze-Speas my classmate at HTHS upon four occasions, and at the Trinidad by the Quoddy Mocker girl gang led by gorgeous and dangerous Mizz Paula Wild-girl King, and of course Mizz Patricia H Hollister H. Still, the ocean murals, and me speaking her name after another famous memory suppression from months earlier in Atlantic City, and all of these things right down to the Krasse vision television commercial and psychic visions of future times being announced by me to my mom and her wild boyfriend Sir S.C. Crown, and on and on we can go forever, literally, without ever stopping, and all would B totally true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then comes the great Shah of Iran or however that name is spelled, who was truly an American CIA agent, and also a very good friend of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, wife of Sir Stuart Huntington Mason, me’ mommy’s brother, and thus me’ uncle!!!!!!!!!!!! The Russ Thaxton story over at my apartment, has a whole lot to do with the burning of the BOB-book yes, but it has many other octopus tentacles as well, into all of this adult-version of MORIANITY. I know for a fact that the SHAW of IRAN, because of things in our Huntington family from 3,000 years ago; had my cousin Sandra come down on vacation with my mom and me in 1967, where she met the Quoddy Mocker girl gang in Atlantic City, and then I was raped by lovely Paula, and then B4 it went down, hung backwards over the 3rd floor hotel balcony by this wild frightening monstrous teen girl!!!!!! Some things spoken on the Dark Shadows TV-show, shortly after that, and through into the times on the show where their Leviathan book was also burned up; had wild reflections and connections, to quote the great Raspberry Dreams musical group, that would be “impossible to ignore”. That was one of the coolest songs ever done, IMHO. You go RD. We will speak more of this on soon to follow near term future blog texts, IPYT, me’ Morians!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I had to go to me’ Primary Care Provider, or my doctor, as we all said back when I was younger and times were so much better in the previous damn ass century. From the second that I left the park where I reside, a nasty chopper dogged me, and it went on the entire time until I arrived home where continued persecution was ongoing. This heavy death siege of course is all part of the ‘ICPE-APE’ bunt tapping rock chucking dog stench, that endlessly causes the goddamn stock market and DJIA 2 continually soar up to the stars, ‘UP-UP-AND AWAY’ and yes, without any futhermucking beautiful songs, balloons, or high views or shoe making boxes of magical apartments in trans-dimensional-hyperspace. This has been going on now ever since August of 1986, and for 17 goddamn years, I have blogged this and told this to all of you. A few or at least one person out here is of course doing all they can to SHUT ME UP, and yes, AS WELL AS DOWN, and a seeming contradiction would yawl naught agree???!!!! So do it Sir Chester-FRANK, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”! My siege yesterday was very bad, utility and areal and other things as well, such as what actually spuriously transpired at my dock’s office. First, this persecuting chopper that stalked and followed me the entire day, crash level dive bombed the doctor place just as the nurse or whatever they’re called in this new world, called me in from the waiting area, and a coincidence that’s beyond my toleration-range, oh lovely Mizz Abigail Carmichael, the role played by lovely Mizz Angie Harmon on “Law & Order” TV-show. The doctor, who I have known for nearly the entire damn time that I have now resided here in this wuvwee ‘Flower-Land-USA’ that is AKA (FLORIDA), acted like he did not even KNOW ME AT ALL. He introduced himself to me, and I said back to him, “I know you doctor and have been a patient here for a very long time” He then said nothing. He asked me some strange questions, such as, “What are U doing with your time”? This exact question was never phrased to me in any medical situation in my entire life, and I have known many wild doctor and lab-tech peeps, have I NAUGHT, LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, MAHM????????!!!!????!!! Wanna’ chime in here Mister Macy, with your wonderful ‘bank-truck WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW’? The medical care that I receive is monstrous. They don’t care or give a hoot-pollute if I live or die. If I was living back in Jersey, I would be writing to the state capitol over these nightmare experiences that I am forced to endure in my old age. I am a sick old man and to quote beautiful and awesome Mizz Diana Ross from when she telephoned me in May of 1983 that magical wild day in my Atco home at 134 Norris Avenue, “I don’t need this, no how, no nothing”, and she was hanging up while saying the final word so it sort of half breaks off, and all while the ‘Privecode Machine’ was doing its counting-thing in the damn ass background. It’s all recorded for the entire world to hear, and © Copyrighted too-2-two-TOW!!!!!!!!!! Now Bringing these nightmare recent times to a close here, the markets are racing ahead because of all of this crapola starting up against me again, beginning with the day B4 the final McCarthy garbage government vote. Harass me in order to get their damn ass way, and this has been an ongoing nightmare now for more than three mother trucking dozen years. I am totally damn beyond mitt huffing ticked off at this, and the real problem is a bible scripture claiming that NOBODY can experience something here on this Earth that is uncommon to the rest of humankind, it is right there and for those who doubt it, ask your damn minister to show you chapter and verse, YO!!!!! This ICPE-APE crapola for more than three dozen years NOW, is totally a disproving reality to scripture as I read it, further making me wonder about such things as, why the details for seeking and finding wisdom, is also not there in scriptures? But this is not omission here in my case. This is total scriptural violation, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! We will get more into all of this, as I know that a whole lot is wrong, and it is because of things that R too far out and beyond fantastic; and the same fawces governing all of us on this planet right now; and that also R preventing anyone of you from getting their desired 'UFO-ALIEN-INFO', are preventing me from getting totally to the bottom of my nightmare situation. I know all of this so much, that if the Lord Jesus were here, and told me I am wrong, then I WOULD CALL HIM A DAMN LIAR!!!!!!!!!! That is how sure I am, and you’d B2 all of U if any of U were me and were going through all of this nightmare hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course HE would naught say this because IT IS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!

DID SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN?????????????????????????? If so, read the damn 'BOM'. This reminds me of Dark Shadows the great sixties soap TV show, where Dock Julia Hoffman hypnotizes gorgeous Victoria Winters, and shows her vampire Barney Collins in his wooden tub, all stretched out and elegant looking, in his business suit. “Never remember Vicki, BUT NEVER FORGET”. The epitome of MIND CONTROL, huh Rigsby and Patty Jane???????????

FUDGE YOU WORD PROGRAM, KMA, I am not changing these words!!!!!

DID SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN??????????????

If so, then read the damn BOM folks, and learn the real truth.

BOTBAR,

meaning Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated. HOLY frikkin' RING-BOATS!

This also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0467

KING NEBNOOSHOO

WORLD LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT

DATE-AND-TIME FILE: (SBT-DATFILE) 070312.012-----(JULY 3, 2012), at just past midnight.

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

THIS IS AN EARLY TUESDAY MORNING, AND ALSO, IS A SWORN OATH OF VOLUNTARY TOTAL TRUTH, TAKEN BY ME UNDER FULL PENALTY OF PERJURY AND LIBEL, SHOULD ANYONE PROVE ME TO BE LYING IN ANY WAY, ABOUT ANY CLAIMS MADE HERE ON.

STARTING BLOG:

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

WEEEEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS, AND TOTALLY WEEEEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS!

There is a parallel universe where I don't spend a hell of a lot of time concerning myself with the G-20, not 8, wow am I behind the times. Or am I? Perhaps I just get many countless parallels mixed up, it is not easy being me, Dave Roth license plate admirers, and all from a night in the summer time of 1987. This is because there is no damn G-7, G-8, G-20, or whatever. Just a Roundhouse Manor Estate in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. My level of personal immaturity is the same there however, and is the concern of my family. All this is on many previous blogs, and has no power or weight, as it is all unproven and will be until long after my current me-life physical death will occur in just less than twenty years, PTL. In this universe, there is a very good reason that my younger daughter, PEE, is so interested in those suicide bomber pilots from WW TWO. This is what won the war for the axis side, in that other universe. You know, Ida forgotten totally about the recent interaction with PEE, but for watching the Fort Pierce CCC television last night, number 110, about the black holes and the M-Weird theories that grew between the seventies and basically just around the time before my blogging and all the hell that followed as a result. Yes, good old Yamoto was the big war hero over there in that other reality and won the war with complex naval strategies, before Mister Einstein could complete his work on the atom bomb. Speak of the DUKE, and the great movie, and spell checker will not help me to correctly spell the name of this Japanese naval officer, so yes folks, it is not spelled accurately. Bruce Pennock was a good friend of mine in this universe, and doubtfully did I ever know him over there, but he realized how all of us are indeed only human, despite that three octave sudden climb before completing his famous sentence that my older daughter likes so much. Where are you when I need you, Roy Carl Weiler Senior?

Moving this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college, where she never went to the detention center down the road from our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it, MMMMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS. There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law & Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now, Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS. Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen Marylou in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once, giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally non-bloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most likely trans-dimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen, and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother ducking know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable darn hell as a result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK guest, folks, WHAAAAA. Let me tell you what I am talking about. There are shadows and there is substance, and all concepts of humanity are backwards. That is a sentence of true awesome power right there, but there's a lot more. There is a reason that I had to have a terrible shock one day in late May, that causes me to this day to require taking medication for, and has no rational rhyme nor reason for coming on me suddenly on June the 4^thin 1983 at 10:30 PM, the way that it did. But there are parallel worlds where because of things working out in powerful ways with my father in the days right before Einstein completed the atom bomb project, forced 5^thdimensional channels and eddies to all wash into a weird commingled reality, and I believe to this day with all of my heart, that my great banker family, knew the secrets, as my mom told them all to her cousin Ruth Huntington, and she was the wife of the great banker of those days, who even denied a big loan to Donald Trump's father, the eminent Heinz Gottwald, Senior VP of the Manhattan main branch of the world's 2^ndlargest bank then in the seventies, CHEMICAL NATIONAL, now I believe, Gawky; called PNC, a slight hyperspace twist in fate, huh my friends and distant relatives at TWC? This is also why TD bought my Commerce Bank, and just after the year 2000 had ended, in my very early days at Jenny's dirt ball trailer park in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG; I had an incredible powerful interaction or (dream), where I was inside my future self as an Exploratron, here in Florida. It was winter, and many things happened; involving the cold, Paul, and the bank, and my being homeless; and sure as the Loretta SAR of Mary Hartman Fartman, it all worked its way, as did the telephone conversation of the great WOW, into a mixed and merged, or commingled reality. This needed to happen, and is why powerful global and beyond global forces, get upset, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO MY DOCTOR, ANY DOCTOR, ANY STATE; EVER SINCE THIS CONDITION CAME ON ME ON JUNE 4TH, IN '83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday, I had a 2:30 afternoon appointment with my Florida Doctor, Doctor Jay I. Schorr. From the moment I left home, chemtrails were very bad above me here in Fort Pierce, off to my north, Oliver Fawn Hall Wildpartys. When I parked at the doctor's parking lot, a powerful loud awesome crash level small private aerial assault, struck right over me at a 'perfect daughter Pennock' zenith, straight over my car, out of millions of possible square feet over my position. Every time I see a health care professional to keep me alive and going by writing me another generic Ativan script, I get killed and annihilated. Just archive old blogs at my old site, and also I am 'Schorr' that this has been mentioned once or twice, even on this new blog as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trucking thing I talked about twenty and ten years ago, R finally just now being seriously discussed on science documentaries on mainstream television, in this present time. Now, it will take until after I am ducking runt dead and gone, but then, after, as MC or “MY”, put it so fantastically, back in 2008, on her fabulous marvelous cool website; yes, after it indeed is TOO LATE, for me; 'hyperspace', and what I've suffered through as a result of this shit all around me, while alive here in waking life; will all come out, and after it is totally TOO LATE to do me one bit of mother yucking good, I'LL EVENTUALLY BE FREAKING VINDICATED, WOW, LUCKY LUCKY WHEETAHD ME, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Reminds me of Dark Shadows the great sixties soap TV show, where Dock Julia Hoffman hypnotizes gorgeous Victoria Winters, and shows her vampire Barney Collins in his wooden tub all stretched out and elegant looking in his business suit. Never remember Vicki, BUT NEVER FORGET. The epitome of MIND CONTROL, huh Rigsby and Patty Jane.

The beautiful lovely Mizz Ashley Moody; why can’t people like this realize what I am being put through??????????? “YYYYYYYYYYYY, JIMMY YYYYYYYY”?

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BTAT--CHAPTER 0011

BTAT—CHAPTER 0011

Friday, January 13, 2023

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RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

We may naught be on the goddamn Starship Enterprise, but THIS IS NO DRILL, lads and lassies, and also Engineer/Lieutenant Commander Sir/ Mister Montgomery Scott. The second that that miserable government vote all went down, Mister 1980 Sivo Sir, all mother trucking Dogtown broke loose around me. But what started out as semi-bad for me a week back now, became beyond super-ass bad, and yesterday was a beyond futhermucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. This was a definite top ten WORST DAMN DAY FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN THIS ENTIRE DECADE OF THE TWENTIES SO FAR!!!!!!!!!!! I took horrendous areal death siege yesterday following a week now of somewhat bad siege by the goddessdamn MISOE, which sometimes they get me mind-hacked to type in MISOA, just as sometimes they get me to type in PBHA instead of PBHE. This magical little freaking A&E thing however, is quite simple ass to figure in all of this, as in the great cable television channel we all know and love, or most of us, the Arts & Entertainment CHANNEL, and yes, shortened as most of us now refer to it as, the (A&E) CABLE-TV-CHANNEL. These things are all a part of the great BIBLICAL Seek And Find Expansion Techniques (SAFET), for figuring out the many otherwise endlessly lost to the cosmos mysteries of, and in all of our lives. Peeps, I know that I am in DOGTOWN ON EARTH, I know this and no human mortal will convince me otherwise. However people, what would convince me would be if this hellishness around me forever and ever, would ever come to a halt? That would of course absolutely convince me, as HELL lasts forever and ever, and we all know of Mountainpen’s phone conversations, and one in particular with Sir Jim T. Burr back in 1976. He and I were talking way back then of what now I refer to as my CONTINUE-SYNDROME.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCC

SCAN ALL OF MY ENEMIES, USING YOUR ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY. USING YOUR ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGY, YOU WILL BE CREATING AN IMAGE OBJECT TO BE EMPOWERED ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, AND YOU ARE HEARING ME NOW BY WAY OF REPLACEMENT OF OLD-STYLE AT&T TONE SIGNALS, ELECTRONIC INTERNET THOUGHT TRANSMISSION. USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND SPECIAL ORDERS NEEDED FOR CARRYING OUT THESE INSTRUCTIONS. SCAN FOR ALL OF MY MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES THAT ARE ASSAULTING ME THROUGH PERSECUTION HARASSMENTS OF AIR ATTACKS, HEALTH ATTACKS, NOISE ATTACKS, UTILITY ATTACKS, MIND INFLUENCE ATTACKS ON ME AS WELL AS THOSE AROUND ME CAUSING NEGATIVE EVENTS TO COME INTO MY LIFE, AND ALL OTHER HORRIBLE MONSTROUS STUFF THESE VICIOUS TRASHY SCUM ARE ENDLESSLY PERPETRATING UPON ME AND HAVE BEEN EVER SINCE THE EIGHTIES DECADE CAME IN. ALSO SCAN FOR WHOEVER AND WHATEVER OUT HERE CAUSED MY SUPER BOTBAR DAY ON JANUARY 12^TH OF 2023, FOR TOTAL DESTRUCTION AND OBLITERATION. COMPUTER, ON AN “I” TO “D”, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER NOW A TOTALLY CRUSHED & SINGED IMAGE-OBJECT ON YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THIS I-O ON YOUR T-B WILL HAPPEN TO THE ACTUAL SCANNED FILTHY ENEMIES VIA SUBATOMIC SPOOKY EINSTEINIAN FAWCES!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-TONE-A

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GO-2-G-25983764 UNDER CG-45, G-189, AND S-T-O-P.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK WAYNE MOHR

'AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK'

No matter what else is right or wrong, or as the old sixties song said, weak or strong, being or not being 'me', I must admit to one big thing that happened in 2014 that was not all negative by any stretch, even though I am sure the motives were not that philanthropic, Mister Good Deeds Doer wizard of OZWALD, near Kaptain-Kangaroo. Good ole’ 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am no longer dependent on a very powerful drug called Ativan or its cousin drug Lorazepam. I learned at the Wellcare, my insurance for health, that this is not all that different than many psych drugs, that would have all done the same thing, and made me more relaxed, and stop the chocking sensation that came on me ever since that monster night of June 4, 1983. But all of these drugs have powerful lifelong effects, they kill the desire to do anything at all, and ever since 1983, I totally wasted my life. Enemies in the Milituforce didn't help matters, but still, even they cannot forever keep me a shut in and make me too scared to face the morning sunshine. WOW what a futhermucking apropos statement for this particular day on the calendar, Mister Sampler Vocoders. Still, I was speaking to a very magical lady who really was a young teenager; talk about original selfies, and 13 going on 30, 'or on 14' in this case; huh CUZ-DT? Still, I am down to less than 10 a week now, about 5 Mg weekly, and dropping slowly to none. I do supplement with other relaxers such as Excedrin PM and Bufferin tablets, and also melatonin and soon, I may try the Hypericum tabs that I ordered from the Walgreen Pharmacy Website. These are good for nerves and also relaxation. But the important thing is staying away from the narcotic part of all of this, some kind of 'Benzene' or similar thing; if I am spelling it correctly. It was thought of as the king of anxiety relieving medications 30-40 years ago, and it made me relax quite well; but it also made me not care about ever starting a family, thinking rationally and normally about everyday things in society, and very lethargic in general about caring to do anything. I am not saying that I didn't try doing lots of slit, and got shot down, but lots of folks try a thousand things and get shot down each time also. Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone, no nothing; all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything. He didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the trucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has an awful lot of god-dog company, and won't ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time about memory loss and how it related to Exploratron trans-dimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers) effecting multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of ''many-songs'', the literal meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my cuzz was not so dumb after all, huh 'Great Auntie Alice Gallagher' of Chicago? Not dumb at all. Hay; the futhermucker has managed to amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bare bones beginning of all kinds of wild slit that could keep five dozen other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come, and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in the entire story of me, and my family, and the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal; and how this entire thing all tries to fit together, even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku of NYU?

Folks, some really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bull mitt is about to happen now when me’ MAGGIE counterstrikes these filthy diseased vomit chewing subscummites!!!!!!!!!! IPYT lovely muscles Monique and many others out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, PEEPS, YO!

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Bye-bye now, brown eyed COW-LEO, GD of SJK

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this late FRIDAY MORNING, and this SECOND DAY IN JUNE, of the year of 2023, WITH DEATH COMPUTER HACKING AND HEAVY AIRPLANE AND SKY SIEGE; and is all part of an endless 37 year assault called 'ICPE-APE-TECH', from my Spaceforce Spammenies, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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BTAT—CHAPTER 0035

Electrical number, Monday, February 27, 2023

BEGIN TRANSMISSION TIME: 11:55 A.M.

This blog will discuss a few tiny things, and no longer will I use curse words whatsoever, so I'll be able once and for all to tell if this nonsensical “sensitive-content” jazz that blogger dot com is endlessly hitting and bruising me with since last freaking October, still goes onto happening, and if so, then I'll know it is cursing as well as other spoken stuff. I just unplugged the internet plug from my Comcast modem box, as twice I am typing and the computer just stopped working until I clicked the mouse, so let's see if this stops that whittle darn butt wiping persecution. The system is so-far working much better, less junky keyboard and mouse problems and the freezing trick has also quit. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Frank.

I am hoping my recycle stuff gets picked up soon, as the regular trash pickup seems to now be on both Monday's as well as Thursday's, but so far the recycle pick up has gone two weeks uncollected here at this co-op park in northern Fort Pierce. If that was my biggest problem in life however, as I used to say to Sir Steve McGinty back in 1977 at the print shop in Westville, New Jersey-USA-ESMWG; “I'd have it made in the shade with my pink lemonade”. I originally had heard that upon several occasions from my mom's old boyfriend, Sir Sidney Cohen-Crown, and 1969 and into 1970 were when he said it quite often, oh you silwee ole' whaaaaaaaaaaabit, you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have plugged back in and learned that my McAfee Programs were operating and had run a scan and found that I need to delete lots of unused files and cookies so as to improve memory space and accelerate operations of the computer, and that this was causing my two freezes. How I love it when mortal rational world explanations for stuff is what causes my woes, and naught other more esoteric junk, Mizz lovely Blake, and mahm', we all know that there simply are no rational world explanations for that 1983 magically getting onto my telephone line that had been totally disconnected by you guys at the AT&T on that day in early May, that started most of my wild stuff that I am still living through all the way up here in the ending days of month number two in the year of 2023. But the first point up for today's whittle discussion here great folks out there in Cyberville is simply Thisssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Lucci-Snakes, and also from that fantastically outlandish and quite illustrious year of glittering-1983, huh Pink Goddess-Merr???????????????? So on with all sensitive issues, Frank's, and frankincense oils from the days of antiquity. We will begin with a topic that I introduced recently and was previously discussed on older Morianity-blogging texts from a decade and more gone by; the great psychic and world renown, JULIA, right there on the Black Horse Pike, in West Atlantic City, or maybe it is part of Chelsea Heights. I am not the local tax man with an up to date tax map, so I simply am not sure, but all the locals to this area know of the famous psychic, lovely Mizz Julia, or they did, all throughout the second half of the prior 20^th century. One night while I was at her 'joint' there Mister Steve Winn, as your peeps used that term with me in sarcasm one day at your great all powerful casino-hotel called the Golden Nugget, once situated on Brighten Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Yes one night at Julia's place, I told her all about my mess with SARAH, right down to the chain dream of 1969, the whole smack with nothing whatsoever left out of the story. She looked over at me and told me that “I need to understand how to become a being”. I just looked somewhat flabbergasted at her, or I suppose this was the approximate facial expression that I was wearing at the time, folks. Only this very year, 2023, did I suddenly one day quite recently, put together that statement made by 'psychic-Julian-Pike JULIA', and the Morianity BOM-blog project, and its main topic of seemingly and virtually ENDLESS discussion, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and Exploratronics in general. Julia went on and on and talked in some wild riddles that were in those times, absolutely incomprehensible for me to fully conceive of, as I didn't yet fully realize Exploratronic-Activity, nor the entire subject that is centering all around it, and has been ever since intelligent life began happening here on this EARTH-PLANET. But what was being said to me, at least in my humble opinion (IMHO) to quote the somewhat often used and once more famous internet expression for admitting that nobody here on Earth is God Almighty; was way more gigantic and hyper-time non-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE than anything possibly I may have merely thought she had meant to tell me behind these once words of seeming gibberish. In addition, and I may decide to fully tie this in on later following blogs, or I may naught Mizz phone company Blake, at my discretion; I can make an unfathomable connection to a few things spoken by the illustrious Mister Donald John Trump, back when he originally was running for the office of the President of the United States, and he was on some stage, and he was speaking to a bunch of peeps in the audience as well as answering questions being posted to him by narrators of the show, and this was the time where he was calling McCain the great war hero, “A LOSER BECAUSE HE GOT CAPTURED”, and made a splash like a tidal wave, yet still got elected, as in magic power times a quadrillion, making many of my Mountainpen-points simultaneously. He said some stuff about things up in Atlantic City that all tie into stuff from this night in the early autumn of 1996 while I was residing in what I now refer to as my SOMERDALE-DEATH-HOUSE, at 112 Harvard Avenue on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues. I am not going to get into this entire ugly mess from Dogtown on this blog, as we would be embarking then on an all day typing and reading project that simply put, just is not necessary at this exact moment in human chronology, and AKA “This point in time, Senator Watergate Noncrook Nixon”. We are only concerning ourselves on this chapter-0035-Beyond Tweeting Alphabet Twenty-twenty-two-chapter blogs, with thisssssss, oh lovely Mizz Susan Erica Lucci Cane from the awesome great and wonderful “All My 1983 Children” television-soap show. Simply, what psychic-Julia told me on this night in 1996, at her place on the Julian-Horse Pike in or just south of the world renown 'playground of the world' and AKA Atlantic City-New Jersey-ESMWG, while I was suffering a near-insanity oppressive nightmare situation with what I soon afterward refered to as, 'my fantastic search and quest to locate the great Sarah Krassle of 1969', in league with what happened fifteen minutes after I left her place that night around half past seven, as well as what I came to understand as the following 20 years kept whizzing all around me along with the great Eagles and naught the great Philadelphia football team, pertaining to EXPLORATRONICS; is a story more fantastic than any other event on this planet other than one day in Jerusalem when the Almighty SINGULARITY who DNA'd into human form through our family's bloodline system, did for the sins of human beings here allowing for the eternal salvation of anyone willing to accept HIM into their isness of beingness. Other than for this one other event, this is the greatest story, and, to quote Sir 1980 coworker Joseph RPL Sivo'; that ever “WENT DOWN”!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. This is because in a wild jumbled up randomly somehow coded INTENTIONALLY, and I know this without one wee bit of hesitation or doubt today whatsoever, way, this lady JULIA the local area famous psychic was giving me a fully explained grouping of words that my at the time limited mind was able to both hear and put on 'hold' if you will, so as to later on as the following two decades followed, allow me to slowly descramble and come to understand, pertaining to the guessed-guests as PINK GODDESS calls them, or did to me anyway, in that wild I-CHING soul-trip on PH-day of December of 1996. Before I can go on, at quarter past one this afternoon, my page vanished away and my document closed out for no good reason. I had to open it all up again and retype one last 'unsaved' sentence that thankfully I emmereffing fully remembered, word for word. This time, there IS NO MORTAL WORLD EXPLANATION FOR THAT EVENT, as obviously HALL FAWCES do naught like what the Mountainpen is typing in here. I am now going to go back and AGAIN, UNPLUG my internet modular chord from the Comcast modem system at 21 minutes past one. I HAVE A SNEAKING FREAKING SUSPICION THAT THISSSSSSSS DAY IS GONNA' BE GOING TOTALLY SUPER SUPER SUPER BOTBAR. All is now unplugged, and there is simply no way for the SPACEFORCE-MISOE-MISEC SCUM SLIME SUCKING TURD LICKERS TO GET AT ME, naught with my cum-puke-her aniwho, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us continue on, as for obvious reasons, these death siege persecutions on me are done for reasons, and a child should be able to see the reasons here. They don't want these words typed out, posted up publicly, and spoken to the world, even if it is a group of about 70-90 people, with only one admitting to it for all the world to see, Sir C.A. Thank you sir for your long loyalty and interest. On top of this small group of readers-viewers-whatever-Congressman R.A. Sir and ole' pal and singer of me' two country-tunes and other songs between years 1975-1980; most likely at best, half of those people are NON-AGENTS, or ROWES as Morianity has now chosen to label them in nomenclature. Now on with the show, waterworks Callio. The topic of EXPLORATRONICS is major and they do not wish to have me endlessly airing their dirty and Latengrate-Eugene Horowitz Knighted and parked UNDERWEAR, do they world??????????? So do it pweeeeeeeeze, Sir Chester-Frank: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Julia told me how important it is for persons with wild stuff happening in their lives, such as me; to learn to become “A BEING”. Now you all have heard my most recent and absolute latest developed belief concerning the ability to reach the level of TYPE-3-EX from just being an-aware-to-these-truths TYPE-2-EX. She never said it in these words, but a translated meaning from what I now know to be all true and real oh world, and we get that she was telling me that I need to elevate to being a BEING, and a being as she went on then to further describe it, is none other than a T3E. Before I continue on, I need to give two updates for the record and for my Blogaudians as well. First it is now twenty minutes shy of goddessdog two in the afternoon, and I don't think the recycle bin is gonna' get collected today since the trash truck never doubled back to collect it once the regular trash collection was done. Also, ten minutes or so before the hack-off of my OPEN-OFFICE Word Program System happened, my cellphone received a SPAM CALL. I rarely answer any phones when I don't recognize a number or a name on the ID-screen system, and I didn't do it today, and then poof, the crash. So I no longer now believe I had, at least for the most part aniwho, an enemy-employee at the Melody Lane Branch of the SLC Library. You all know that I measure COLLECTIONS OF PERSECUTIONS as way more friggin' proof that it is indeed a harassment against me, when otherwise I wouldn't be quite as sure; but when things all mount up on me together, and stuff without an easy mortal world rational explanation, well, this is when I KNOW THAT I AM GETTING STRUCK WITH MILITUFORCE-MISOE-MISEC bull spit on steroids!!! Now folks, shall we get back to my EXPLORATRONICS discussion for this BOM-BLOG-CHAPTER 0035. Before we do however, I went out to my recycle bin a second ago to put some recent junk in there from my residence, and there is a smoky smell and a heavy haze that seemingly is emanating from a not too distant locale around me somewhere. I wonder if the news later on this evening will inform me of some fire in or near this part of Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA? So back now to T3E's, Julia on the Julian road, and maybe after all this siege for the past three or four days now, I may even decide to discuss how Trump fits into it all right down to why he ran for president of the USA back in 2016, and even started his stupid campaign in 2015, and things that he spoke of that connect into all of this junk, and even why I discussed back on numerous blogs way back to the BLOGS OF KING NEBNOOSHOO in the early twenty-teen previous decade, and saying stuff such as he should not only run, but even get the job, because he knows about many wild things. Why did I then shortly come full circle in my no longer wishing for this to happen, as so many of you out there must by now have been wondering about? All this will have a powerful beginning base foundation built today on the final part of this blog-chapter-35 and by the way, I plan to alter my tactics in my WAR WITH OTAMM-MISOE-MISEC, as I realize that I cannot just do what I want to whenever I want to; naught if I wish to be able to do it easier without all sorts of powerful and invisible stuff fighting me, such as the events all around me today while trying to do this blog and getting somewhat pummeled and reamed by these diseased toilet water lappers on quintessential steroids. Let us quickly just finish up this foundation-laid stuff on this night with Julia not White, nor on the White Horse Pike. Still naught only these things with my daughter just after the turn of this century happened, but also take into consideration peeps out here, please YO, that powerful time for me the very year that Merry was born, when I was attempting TO ESCAPE TOM REALE'S HOME IN VENTNOR ON CORNWALL AVENUE, and made it to the Atlantic City Bus Terminal on Arkansas Avenue at those times, and right after I got onto my bus to go home, the girls from the great mighty frightening QUODDY-MOCKER-GANG also got on, and this was the very night following the calendrically 'LUCKY DICE NUMBER' of 'seven-come-eleven', and this July 12^th in 1970 was when SARAH refered to me for the very final time as, “THAT BOY”, at half past ten PM, on this night of July 12, 1970; as told on my blogs ever since their darn butt wiping inception in January of the year of 2006, while I was residing at the Mullica Mobile Manor (MMM-non-Bonjovi-Gmail address) at Lot #10 in Mullica, New Jersey, just a mile east of Blue Berryville Hammonton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great folks out there, the death angel, SIR MORTIMER MORTINO is annoying me with a vigor not seen for quite a while and is off the dials today and recently, YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So with or without the murder of Tina Reese or any discussions that may pertain to mob hit men, let us merely see the truth here that I am naught making up this tale about Atlantic City, these Washcloth people, this frightening family despite any comments made on the Crackpots From New Jersey web-page, and on and on!!!!!!!!!!! We will get back to all this and that is a promise, but for right now I need to finish this up and move on with my day. There is a lot of stuff to take care of. Julia told me some things that only after 20 years or more had completely passed by, did I fully see all of it clearly. Rather than even attempting to get really into the spoken jargon or its decoded and translated into more recent-time truths by me the pitiful ole' Mountainpen; I need to tell you what occurred after leaving, and heading into Atlantic City and down to Tennessee Avenue, and this was 3 or 4 months before that day at McGuire's hellhole bar on the 7^th of February in 1997 in the following year, so bare that in mind please folks. All that entire day up through now nearly into the eight PM time range as I had then arrived on Tennessee Avenue, for whatever reason that I had decided to go there after I had left Julia's that evening; things were extremely quiet, or as I used to say in those times, quite frequently after enjoying a decade of the Next-Generation STAR TREK-TV-Show and their cool Holo-deck, “the hologram around me changed”. I spoke of this on many many many of my life journals back in those days and times, folks. Well, to use those words and phrases again up here in 2023 peeps, “Suddenly the hologram changed completely”, going from absolutely calm and quiet even for normal non Huntington-Cursed folks, and bang-pow-'BAM'-Sir Chef Emeril, things went to the full total opposite extreme polarity, and instantly, the very second that I left 10-SC Avenue, and began driving southbound on Atlantic City's famous Pacific Avenue, or 'the hooker and gambling strip' as some locals refer to this street as, or did back in the 80 and 90 decades of the previous 20^th century, literally all darn heck broke loose for pathetic me! All the way home it got worse and worse, and a guy started following me and harassing me when I began driving through Plesantville, and I ended up going into the Galloway Diner eventually when he wouldn't break off the shadowing of me because I saw a large group of police cars in there, officers from Galloway Township. I could go on and on, but I have made my point that things went as bipolar as it gets, even perhaps causing envy to the famous psych peeps of the great 'DSM'. But those exact words spoken to me by psychic-Julia at her home on the B.H. Pike that night in 1996, caused these very same things to shortly follow, as well as JUST AS THIS HARASSMENT ON ME RIGHT NOW FROM DOING THIS BLOG UP HERE IN TIME BY 26 AND ONE HALF YEARS. And anyone out here who cannot or will not see this is the truth; I feel sorrier for freaking you then I do for myself going through this nightmare HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to go on and on, but if I do, the day will grow far worse and I simply cannot allow thisssssss, oh lovely Erica Cane Snakes, mahm'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

END OF THISSSSSSSS TRANsdimensional TRANSMISSION.

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